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Dawn Of Legends 2006
Topic Started: Jan 13 2007, 01:53 AM (382 Views)
Channel 81
Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
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As the AWL Dawn of Legends pre-game show ends the screen fades to black then in an explosion the AWL logo shows up on the screen.

Steve Phillips: We are live and the crowd is hot here at Las Vegas’s fabled MGM Grand!

To the music of Manowar's "Warriors of the World" a video montage of tonight's matches is shown. Ash Koopa and Eros Mako’s last meeting is shown followed by Dave Richmond leaving a Limo and Drake Love sending multiple shots to a body bag. Eric Smiles and William Reign are shown in singles action at various points of their careers. The 1337 are shown attacking Drake Love followed by Striker and Bane in a slugfest with Daye and Night. Panther and Rurik Krychek are shown on a split screen, Rurik with a look that says “I’m Ready for War”, Panther snorts and cracks his neck. A Montage of Hunter Weiss decimating Victim after victim, Fox Strife taking shot after shot by a weed whacker. Drake Love and Dave Richmond are shown in an intense stare down. The next few images are of Eric Smiles being repeatedly beaten and embarrassed by many wrestlers from the locker room. Drake Love is shown winning the World Heavyweight Title. Quick Images of Hunter Weiss sitting alone by himself in a dark corner. The final images are of Jack Sparrows announcing the re-birth of AWL Exactly one year ago today. The last images we see are Drake Love’s face morphing into the face of Dave Richmonds, from Richmonds to Panther, from Panther to Weiss, From Weiss to Krychek, and from Krychek’s morphing into the AWL World Heavyweight Title Belt.

We fade back into the Stadium. The crowd is on their feet cheering as the four towers of lights come on fully illuminating the ring placed in the center of the arena. In the ring we see Avril Lavigne. Avril is singing “My Happy Ending.” The camera pans the crowd stopping on the plethora of celebrities that have come out of the woodwork for the biggest Pay Per View of the year.

As Avril finishes singing the air above the MGM Grand is filled with fireworks. Once the fire works stops, camera dollies pan all over the stadium, covering fans and their signs that they are trying to get on TV. Some of the most interesting ones are “Krychek = New World Champ”, “Smiles is my hero”, “Koopa slept in my bed last night”, “Weiss = God”, “Richmond is a great role model for my childen”, “Drake Love’s career RIP”, “Please come back Fox We miss you!!”, “Greg’s going to kill you AJ”, among others. We then cut to Steve Travis and The Ironman Iron Mike Sisco at ringside. Steve is wearing a black tuxedo while Iron Mike is wearing what would be best described as a “70’s pimp suit”.

Steve Travis: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Dawn of Legends!!!

Iron Mike: Jack Sparrows has spared no expense here tonight Sevie. I cannot believe all the stars here tonight. Is that really Bill and Hillary?

Steve Travis: Looks like it to me, Iron Mike. Anyway folks let's send it to the ring and Matt Gooding.

Matt Gooding: Ladies and Gentlemen please rise and join me in a moment of silence as we recognize the brave men and women who lost their lives to this great sport over the past many years…

Every person in the arena stands up and bows their heads for a moment of silence…



A Ten Bell Salute begins, and soon finishes.

Steve Travis: This has been a huge day with coverage from all over the world. Four separate announce tables transmitting in four different languages; English, Spanish, French and Japanese. This is going out live to over 100 countries and free to our Armed Forces.

Iron Mike: AWL again showing why we are the best federation in the business bar none.

Matt Gooding: Ladies and Gentlemen please give a huge Las Vegas welcome to one of the most talented voices in the world, Miss Avril Lavigne here to sing the Star Spangled Banner; Miss Lavigne if you please…

Iron Mike: I wouldn’t mind hitting that!

Steve Travis: Try to control yourself Iron Mike. It has been the perfect day here in Vegas. We gave out a record breaking amount of press releases for this event. The wrestlers have been giving interviews all day.

Iron Mike: Stevie I have a feeling this is going to be a very special night. I expect our wrestlers to step up and prove to the whole world just why AWL is the number one federation in the world. We are the standard bearers and this is our big event. How big is this? We're starting off with two huge superstars; AJ the Bomb and Greg Cherry. Most federations would kill just to get these two on their roster. We're starting the show out with them.

Steve Travis: This is it folks... this is Dawn of Legends! Hang on to your seats it's going to be a wild ride!!

Matt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a no disqualification falls count anywhere hardcore match. The referee in the match will only be there to count pinfalls and submissions.

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"Hey Now" begins to play as Greg Cherry steps out behind the curtain. He pumps up the crowd as red, yellow, and blue lights flash behind him. He walks down the ramp and stops and points to the crowd. He spins around with his arms outstretched as pyro shoots from the stage. He climbs into the ring and walks over to a turnbuckle, raising both arms and pointing to the crowd on either side of him. He points back to himself as he smiles and enjoys the crowd reaction. He does this on the other three turnbuckles and then pumps up the crowd in the center of the ring.

Matt: Introducing first...Hailing from Saint Louis, Missouri...Weighing in at 155 pounds...GREG CHERRY!!!

The noise of a bomb falling is heard then an explosion. "A Welcome Burden" by Disturbed plays over the PA system and as the lights flash yellow AJ walks out on the stage yelling at the fans jumping up and down full of intensity. He then continues down the ramp to the ring. Once in the ring he climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms.

Matt: Introducing first...Hailing from Pittsburg, Pennsylvania...Weighing in at 240 pounds...He is the Action Wrestling League Hardcore Champion...AJ THE BOMB!!!

AJ and Greg stare each other down for several seconds whilst the referee shows the belt to the crowd, and as soon as the bell rings, both men start to swing at each other and the ref rings the bell. After several seconds of punching each other, both men leap up for dropkicks, but only end up hitting each other's feet. They both hit the ground and look at each other in shock. Both men get back to their feet, then circle each other before locking up. Greg quickly turns the move into a side headlock, but AJ quickly elbows Greg in the gut and backs him back up into the ropes. AJ whips Greg to the other side of the ring and tries for a hip-toss on the rebound, but Greg rolls through and lands on his feet. Greg grabs AJ's arm and locks in an arm wrench, but AJ quickly rolls through it and knip-ups to his feet, and locks in a back wrist lock. Greg grabs AJ's head and jumps up, when he comes down, he bring's AJ's head with him, resulting in a snapmare take over.

Steven: Nice chain wrestling shown from both men.

Mike: Yanno, with all the crap these two have put each other through in the past 2 months, I woudn't expect them to start a match with "wrestling." WHERE THE HELL IS ALL THE CARNAGE!?

Greg doesn't let AJ get up after the snapmare as he delivers a closed fist drop to the head of AJ and then follows it up with a leg scissors in the center of the ring. AJ then uses his legs to get begin to get out of it but Greg throws him into the ropes with his leg power. As AJ comes off of the ropes Greg jumps over him and then as he goes off the ropes AJ drops down thinking Greg is going to jump over him but after Greg jumps over him he stops and delivers a standing moonsalt onto the back of AJ. Greg then throws AJ out of the ring in which he follows him out up the ramp a bit where AJ starts to come back with a couple punchs but Greg blocks the one and delivers a jawbreaker to AJ. He then waits for AJ to get up and jumps towards him delivering a tornado DDT which sends AJ hard onto the metal entranceway as Greg starts to walk back down to the ring to find some toys. He starts to get weapons out from under the ring apron when AJ has come up behind him and grabs him from behind.

Steven: Uh-oh, this can't be good for Greg.

Mike: Sure it can. AJ's just giving Greg a hug.

Steven: That's so disturbing, I don't even want to comment it...

Greg, sensing something, releases the object that was in his hand as AJ arches backwards, connecting with a release German suplex, sending Greg flying backwards and landing face first on the grated entryway. AJ then begins to go under the ring himself and begins to pulls more weapons out from under the ring. AJ sees Greg getting to his feet out of the corner of his eye and grabs a kendo stick. Greg staggers forward, and AJ cracks him on his right leg first, then his left leg, then over the head, causing Greg to fall backwards once more. AJ goes back to his digging and emerges with a table. AJ slides the table into the ring before Greg is back to his feet. AJ turns to meet Greg with a right hand, then goes to send Greg head first into the turnbuckle post, but Greg counters, and AJ hits the post instead.

Steven: And AJ tastes the steel!

Mike: No he didn't...his mouth isn't even exposed.

Steven: It's an expression you nit-wit!

Greg is sore but as AJ bounces off the post Greg delivers a sweeping kick which takes the legs out from under AJ surprising him and taking him down to the mat. Greg picks AJ up as he delivers a gut buster to AJ and then slides him into the ring, but he stays on the outside to grab not just the kendo stick that AJ used on him but he pulls out his special red & black kendo stick to the crowds delight as he slides back into the ring. Greg starts twirling them as he awaits AJ getting back to his feet in which Greg hits the both of them into AJ's stomach. He then follows it with double shots to the side and then floating behind AJ where he puts both kendo sticks to his throat trying to choke AJ out for about a minute til he see's AJ is still too strong and delivers a cobra clutch slam to AJ sending him down to the mat. Greg is seemingly noticing the table for the first time in the ring as he begins to set it up but then thinks better of it as he goes out to ringside and throws the ring steps into the ring. He then sets up the table with the ring steps placed under them as he has something drastic in store for his long time enemy as he delivers a dragon suplex to AJ which sends him into the turnbuckle up side down which is the perfect set up for a tombstone piledriver. Greg grabs AJ in the tombstone position and begins to climb up to the top rope when AJ begins to fight out of the move as Greg still try's to get to the top rope.

Steven: We could see the end of the match right!

Mike: I find that hard to believe...As I said before, AJ wants to kill Greg before this match is over.

AJ continues to fight off the move, and Greg starts to feel weary at about the second rope. AJ is able to get in one more hit, and Greg finally releases the hold. AJ drops down to the ground, and is able to roll to his stomach and then up to his feet. AJ leaps up and dropkicks Greg in the back, then moves the table that is set-up closer to the turnbuckle. AJ hits Greg in the back a few more times before climbing onto the apron and up the turnbuckle. AJ lifts Greg to about where he is and bounces his head off the top turnbuckle, but before he can do anything, Greg elbows AJ in the head, then pushes him off the tope turnbuckle, sending him into the front row of the crowd. Greg looks around at the crowd, who are cheering wildly, and stands up straight on the top turnbuckle. AJ groggily gets to his feet, and turns around, only to see Greg flying through the air and into the first row of the crowd and crashing onto the ground.

Steven: OH MY GOD! Greg JUST FLEW INTO THE FRONT ROW OF THE CROWD JUST TO HIT AJ!

Mike: Meh, I've seen that done before in *BEEP!* The hell!? I can't say *BEEP!*!? They're just letters!

Steven: Yes, letters that spell out the name of a federation that could likely sue us.

Both men are down as the crowd is cheering for both men now as security is trying to get to protect the superstars as they are having a old fashioned fist fight as they slowly get up to their feet. AJ goes to irish whip Greg into the ring barrider but Greg reverses it and sends AJ the opposite way sending him into the steps going up to the arena. Greg is limping a bit as he walks towards AJ, checking under random seats as he is seemingly blocking out the pain as he makes his way up to AJ. Greg then takes AJ up the first five concrete steps and delivers a back suplex to AJ sending him down hard on the concrete. Greg is looking down at AJ as even after the pain he's being put through he's getting up wanting more so Greg delivers a cross body off the steps onto AJ as they roll through fans in the crowd who are getting in the way. Greg picks AJ up for a brainbuster but holds him up their stalling it as he turns with AJ around as the crowd around them cheers as Greg finally drops him onto one of the steel chairs that a fan vacated in fear of being run over. Greg is beginning to laugh as he's showing AJ what happens when you turn on the Cruel One as AJ is now busted open as Greg is not looking to let up as he picks AJ up in a fireman's carry as he carries AJ up the stairs leading to the upper levels of the arena.

Steven: Looks like Greg realises that the title can't be won in this part of the arena...Not yet at least...

Greg carries AJ up to one of the exits that lead out into the commons. Greg stands by a concrete wall, and points at one on the other side of the walkway and the crowd cheers. Greg goes and looks to send AJ head first into wall, but AJ wriggles his way free and sends Greg into the wall instead. Greg hits hard and collapses on the floor as does AJ and both men take a few seconds to rest. The crowd encourages for both men to get up as a replay shows Greg leaping into the crowd, then switches over to show AJ sending Greg into the concrete wall. When the replay finishes, both men start to slowly get to their feet. Greg and AJ again start to brawl, each only on one knee. Finally, both men are back to their feet, and as Greg goes to grab AJ, AJ elbows him in the gut and starts to lead Greg into the commons. They get to a vendor, and AJ tells the man to move in which he does in fear of being injured. AJ grabs Greg's head and tries to slam it into a pile of relish, but Greg elbows AJ in the gut, then slams his head into the relish instead.

Mike: FOOD FIGHT!

Steven: As much as these school like tactics are out of the ordinary...I must point out that in a hardcore match, anything goes.

Mike: Well, maybe they could bring me a hot dog whilst they're out there.

Steven: Mike, I think these two are going to be more involved in making sure that the other doesn't walk out of this arena rather than making sure that you get a hot dog.

Greg is starting to get angry as he is holding onto a stove as he catches his breath. He then looks at the stove and turns it on to high with the flames shooting up which sends the crowd into a frenzy as a sick smile comes to Greg's face. He picks AJ up and seemingly is going to deliver a Snake Eyes to send AJ into the fire but AJ wigglies out of it but Greg quickly turns around and delivers a drop toe hold which sends AJ into the open oven door head first. In falling AJ's hand goes into the fire which causes AJ to immedetaly try to find something to put it out but Greg picks him up and delivers a powerslam to AJ over the counter. Greg starts to beat on AJ as his hand still burns and now looks to be trying for the AJ Eyes yet again.

Steven: GOOD GAWD! AJ's hand was on fire, and Greg wants AJ to really feel the burn!

Mike: Good! We haven't had a good barbecue in the AWL in ages!

AJ is able to wriggle out of it this time, but dropping down to the ground with a sleeper drop with Greg's head and neck. AJ shakes his hand and is able to get the flames to subside and was lucky enough that it only burnt up his wrist tape and not his hand. AJ shakes off the effects and gets back to his feet. AJ picks up Greg and leads him around the outside some. They get to a concession stand that has a counter that acts as a barricade. AJ takes Greg and tosses him over the counter.

Mike: Damnit...Where are all these food vendors coming from? Doesn't Madison Square Garden sell more than just food?

Steven: Well, the fans do get hungry at these types of events, Twitch...

Sensing that for some reason AJ is intent of having a food fight Greg finally concedes by grabing a link of hot dogs and begins to twirl them around like num chucks while AJ makes a quick check for Wilson in the nearby area. Greg see's bottles of mustard & kechup laying on the table so he jumps on them sending sprays of both into AJ's face which blinds him for Greg to start to hit AJ with the hot dog links across the head. He then wrap's it around AJ's neck and tosses him over the stand which is far enought of a drop that he's actually choking AJ with the hot dog links til they break off. Now the referee is pleading with Greg to go back to the ring but Greg is intent on punishing the evil AJ so he grabs a hold of the top of the stand and swings off of it onto AJ to deliver a hurricarana which sends AJ into the glass on the other side of the concession area which cracks but not fully breaks on impact. Greg is intent on putting AJ though that window so he runs at him to deliver a splash to AJ through the glass but AJ somehow grabs Greg around his mid-section and overhead belly to belly suplexes Greg through the glass.

Steven: OH MY GAWD! AJ just sent Greg through that piece of glass!

Mike: Oooh...I sure as hell hope the AWL has the money to pay Vegas for that one...

By this point, we can hear the chanting of "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" echoing throughout the arena and the referee again pleads for AJ to go back to the ring. AJ shakes his head, saying he's not done and picks up Greg and slowly leads him back towards a door. AJ slams Greg's head into it, then opens it up to reveal a concrete stairway. AJ slams Greg's head into the wall, then shoves him down the steps. Greg hits the bottom, and lays on his back as a sadistic smile comes across AJ's face. AJ climbs over the guardrail enough so that he can still stand on the ledge. AJ makes sure to position himself correctly, then leaps off with a moonsault, landing on Greg.

Steven: SECOND STORY MOONSAULT FROM AJ ONTO GREG!!! I'd be suprised if either men will be able to compete on Annihilation or Carnage next week!

Mike: Hey! If your mom can continue to work after a night of lovin'...I'm sure they can continue to work after putting each other through hell!

Both men roll around and start to convulse from the impact. AJ then begins to crawl towards a door that leads out of the stairwell and uses the door's handle to pull himself up. AJ opens the door with what strength he has left and staggers into the parking garage. AJ slowly trudges along as Greg then slowly begins to stagger into the parking lot himself, only for AJ to run up and blast him with a handful of right hands. AJ then grabs Greg and drags him over by a truck that just so happens to have it's back door unlatched. AJ goes to lift up Greg in a suplex, but Greg blocks it. AJ tries again, only for Greg to not only block it, but also reverse it, lift AJ up into the air, and dropping him stomach first into the back of the pick-up truck. Greg, now breathing rather, looks around the area before giving off that oh so evil look. Greg clubs AJ across the back and then climbs up onto the roof of a decked out pickup truck that is just a few feet away, and a foot or so higher than the one that AJ is on. Greg then slides his thumb across his throat to signal the end of AJ before leaping off and connecting with a leg drop to the back of AJ's head which causes him to flip up and onto the floor.

Steven: BAH GAWD! Greg could've dislocated AJ's vertebre and might have sustained a fractured fibula in the process!

Mike: Not only that, but AJ could have a broken neck whilst Greg only gets off with a broken leg!

AJ and Greg roll around in pain, each man holding the appropiate, and quite possibly injured limb. Greg is slowly the first man up to his feet. Suddnely, we see Greg quickly dart his head in numerous directions as if he's hearing something. Greg puts his head near the trunk of a car, then goes and picks up AJ. Greg brings AJ over to the car and lifts AJ up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry and looks to hit the Cruel Landings on the trunk of the car, but instead, we see AJ wriggle himself free, kick Greg in the gut, and goes to send him head first through the back of a Jeep Cherokee window, but Greg reverses and sends AJ through instead before colapsing on the ground.

Steven: AND AJ JUST WENT HEAD FIRST THROUGH THE BACK WINDOW OF THAT JEEP CHEROKEE!!!

Mike: OH BLOODY HELL!!! THAT WAS MY FUCKING JEEP!!!

AJ hangs out of the back of the truck motionless as Greg once again slowly gets back to his feet. Greg walks over to where AJ is and grabs him by the waist of his pants, pulling him out of the Jeep. AJ slumps to the ground as Greg just collapses on top of AJ. The referee quickly dives to the ground to make the count.

One...
Two...
Three!

Steven: My god what a battle that was! And we even have a new Hardcore Champion!

Mike: I AM SO GOING TO FUCKING KILL GREG WHEN I NEXT SEE HIM!

The scene opens up in a swanky office with Oak inlaid running boards and wood ceiling accents, coming to the conclusion it has to be William Reigns office, as the camera pans out to catch the such person sitting in his tall business chair, while reading over some important documents perhaps. As he begins to sign away his signature, the office door slams open as we see none other than Fox strife, foot in mid air, with a cynical grin on his face*

Fox: Where are ya Reign!

*Reign’s pen goes across the paper and onto the desk, gouging the finish on the desk*

Reign: ... Behind my desk. And I'll thank you not to destroy the door. It's how I keep the lower class from the upper class.

*Fox disregards the snobbish remark and heads for the desk, slamming his fists down upon the nice oak finish*

Fox: I want him... I want Weiss! I don’t care what you do to do it, I want him... TONIGHT!

Reign: I can have security in here in under ten seconds, and Paco doesn't like being interrupted during his burrito. Now calm down, or else.

*Reign stares at Fox, slight intimidation in his eyes. Reign stands up and faces Fox, face to face.*

Reign: And unfortunately, Weiss is busy. And because you've been gallivanting around in a wheel chair as apposed to doing your work, you're not on the card tonight.

*Fox stares right back into Reigns face, not flinching at his farce attempt to be anything but intimidating*

Fox: Wheelchair?... WHEELCHAIR!?! I was out for how long? 2-3 months because of that sick son of a bitch and your gonna get in my face about being in a wheelchair!?!

*He turns around in anger as he paces for a few then gets back to the talking*

Fox: I don't give a shit if the pope himself came in here and said that i could fight him tonight, I want him and neither you, the pope, hell even L. Ron Hubbard could stop me from beating Weiss to the brink of death, even if it means me hoping over the damn security railings and running into the ring myself!

Reign: Hold it, Mister Generic Krychek. No one ever told you to fight Weiss in the first place. So I entirely blame you for your missing action. And that doesn't stop other people. Eric Smiles hasn't had a meal in days, he's not complaining.

*Pause.*

Reign: To me anyway. I'm not sure there's room in the ring side are at all for you to jump over the railings, considering it's a steel cage structure. Your idle threats are only making these negotiations harder, Mister Fox.

*Fox looks confused at the notion of a steel cage around the ring, but gets back on track*

Fox: Well then... I guess that I am what you say "between a rock and a hardass!"

*He gestures towards Reign as he finishes the last comment*

Fox: And why the hell would Smiles have to complain to you about eating?

Reign: Because he refuses to do business the right way.

*Cold stare.*

Reign: My way. And for some reason thinks that I'm at fault for his problems. I'll take care of him later tonight though. And I'll thank you to stop talking about my rock hard ass. It's very unbecoming of one of my employees to be talking about my ass.

*Reign doesn't smirk. But I am.*

Reign: Let me make things clear for you Fox. This isn't Jack Sparrow's fair AWL. This isn't Victor Gang's violent AWL. This is William Reign's AWL. Things are done to my satisifaction. This is a business. And if you want something special done for you, you have to do something special for me.

*Fox takes a second to take in the newsflash then shakes his head no, while looking towards the ground.*

Fox: Bribes... favors... For a second I thought i was talking to Jensen, that penial bastard... The reason why Slambo’s the way he is now...

*It goes quite for a minute then Fox lifts his head... *

Fox: What the hell do you want from me Reign

*Reign gets a sick smile.*

Reign: I don't know just yet. Let's just make a deal that, I'll give you a very special surprise tonight; one you can't refuse, and in return, at any point in the future I can call upon you for...a favor.

*Reign continues his smiling.*

Reign: You don't know the favor yet, and neither do I. But once the deal is made, and you collect on your surprise tonight, you cannot back out of it. At the risk of a law suit, I'm going to ask you one question. Deal...or no deal?

*And in barges Howie Mandel! Well no...but it'd be neat if we had the money for that. But we don't. So he doesn't. But you can pretend. Fox gives off a thoughtful look with his hand on his chin*

Fox: As much as I hate making deals with the devil, I will do it... If it means signing my soul for 5 minutes to knock the guts outta Weiss for what he did, then yes fine, deal...

*Looking rather distraught about his decision Fox takes a seat*

Reign: Thank you for your business Mister Fox. Why don't you go get some fresh air, I must make a few accommodations to get your surprise in order. I'll call on you when the details are finished.

*Fox sighs*

Fox: Yeah... fresh air... Like I haven’t had enough of that lately...
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Channel 81
Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
*The scene opens up in a dark library-esque room, where we see Edgar sitting in a dark red chair, one leg folded over the other. A flat-panel television, similar to the one found in the Sims 2, can be seen behind Edgar.*

Edgar: Hi, I'm Edgar Von Nolastnameanymorebecausethefbiisafterme. You may remember me from such non-popular AWL pay-per-views as Hunter Weiss On A Date, Making Panther Purr, and Sleepy Poems By Daye, Sexy By Night.

*Edgar pauses as though he's said something serious.*

Edgar: And I'm an intellectual.

*Edgar again pauses, as though he said something true.*

Edgar: Like the l33t. And this segment is a co-production of me and Steven Travis, who will be providing all voices for the segment. I would like to look into somethings that may happen, if the l33t were in the Military.

*A voice over is heard quickly.*

Voice Over: Thel33tawlnoranyofitsaffiliatesareokaywithanythingthatmaybesaidorheardwithintheconfinesofthissegment
ifyouexperiencehardofhearingprojectilevomitingorlossoftesticlesconsultyourdoctorimmediatlybeforecont
inuingviewingthissegment.


*Edgar smiles.*

Edgar: Now let's see that tape.

*The camera zooms in on the television, and a poorly animated video is shown. It's inside a tan tent, with primitive looking wooden table and chairs. The floor is sand, suggesting a desert. We see Krychek standing in front of the table, and James Unger beside him. Ivan sits on a chair to the left of the screen, looking disappointed. All three wear military uniforms. A bad voice over job, clearly done by Steven Travis is heard.*

Krychek: Private Ivan, you may not use public masturbation as a tool to demonstrate the a flaw in Sargent Unger's command. Even if he is a giant dick.

*Unger turns his head and scowls at Krychek, and the scene pauses. The camera zooms out to see Edgar.*

Edgar: We'll return next time there's a lack of segments on a pay-per-view.

*Edgar smiles cheesily as the voice over is heard again.*

Voice Over: Thel33tawlnoranyofitsaffiliateswereawareofanythinginvolvedinthissegmentbeforeitwasairednordidtheygiv
econsentifyouhaveanyconcernsoverthematerialfoundwithinthesegmentwewillfireedgarimmediatlyifnotsooner
weatawlsupportourgovernmentnotmessingwithoutprogrammingandencouragethemnottodoso.


*The scene fades.*

Steven: Ladies and gentlement, up next we have one of the most brutal matches in the history of wrestling. If you have a heart condition or have a weak stomach, i'd advise you to find something else to watch...

Mike: Are you stupid, Steven? You don't tell someone to change the channel during a Pay-Per-View, let along the biggest PPV of the year!

The camera gets a good look at the tables, ladders, and chairs surrounding the ring before finally focusing in on the titles hanging above the ring.

Matt: Ladies and gentlemen, the following in the best of three falls Tables Ladders and Chairs match for the Action Wrestling League Tag Team Championship. Before either team can go for the titles, they must pin their opponent or make them submit.

"World Wide Suicide" by Pearl Jam starts playing as the lights in the arena cut low and a slight rock style laser light show starts to shoot through the arena. Then a light shines on the entrance as out comes Jessica Summers wither her normal hip swaying walk much to the enjoyment of the male fans. When she makes it half way down the ramp she turns and points to the entrance as the main cords of the son are struck, we see two figures in shadow due to the light blaring behind them. Daye and Night raise the opposite hands into the air as the lights come on.

Matt: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 461 pounds, they are the Action Wrestling League Tag Team Champions, Joe Daye and Sammy Night!

The two men make their way down the ramp stopping here and there to give their fans a high five, obviously Sammy more so then Joe. When the reach the bottom of the ramp Sammy and Joe take separate rig stairs up into the ring the two of them sitting on the rope to help Jessica in. Joe then goes and sits in a corner as Sammy hops to the three remaining turnbuckles throwing his hand up in the Rocker symbol.

Steven: The two men in the ring have had arguably the most succesful tag team championship reign in the history of the AWL...

Mike: What do you mean "arguably?" These two have been dominant, not to mention dumb as hell, when it comes to holding onto those belts. If you ask me, they've held onto the belts long enough, and Mike Stryker and Travis Bane are going to make history by dethroning the longest reigning tag team champions in AWL history!

"Go To Sleep" by Eminem, DMX, and Obie Trice hits the PA system and, not waiting for any introductions or bells, Mike Stryker and Travis Bane come out from behind the back curtain and sprint down to the ring.

Steven: And here comes the two men who want to take those titles from them!

The duo slide under the bottom ropes in the ring, get to their feet and start to throw wild punches at Sammy and Joe, with Sammy and Joe returning the punches just as furiously. After a few seconds we see Bane and Stryker back Daye and Night back up to the ropes before whipping them to the other side. Daye and Night however have other ideas and counter the duo, connecting with double dropkicks, sending the team of Stryker and Bane to the outside on the floor. Sammy and Joe get up to their feet and play to the crowd some as Bane and Stryker don't look all to pleased. Stryker and Bane converse on the outside breifly before we see Daye and Night come flying over the top rope, taking the duo off their feet. Sammy and Joe quickly get up to their feet and go for a ladder which they slide into the ring, but before climbing into the ring themselves, they grab a set of chairs and look to hit the Thank You, Goodnight to Stryker and Bane. Sammy and Joe signal to the crowd before waiting for Stryker and Bane to get up to their feet. Stryker and Bane are then seen getting up groggily to their feet before quickly ducking down and under a set of wild chair shots, causing Sammy and Joe to hit the other one's chair. The duo shake off the effects and both turn around into hard clotheslines from Stryker and Bane.

Steven: These two teams don't look like they want to be the ones to lose the titles.

Mike: Steve-O...I think these men want to rip-each other limb for limb before they even THINK about going for the titles.

Stryker picks up Joe and rolls him into the ring and Bane grabs a chair and places a few well placed shots into Sammy's lover back. In the ring, Stryker stomps on Joe quickly before picking up the ladder and setting it so that the top of the ladder is towards the center of the ring. Stryker picks up Joe and backs him into the corner, grabs a free arm, then whips him towards the ladder. Joe has other ideas and instead of going face first into the top of the ladder, slides underneath it and charges at Mike. Mike quickly hits a drop toe hold, and out of nowhere, we see a chair shot to the back of Joe's head from Travis on the outside. Travis and Mike laugh, but Sammy comes out of nowhere with a dropkick, sending Bane into the ring post. Sammy picks up the chair that Bane was holding and swings it as hard as he can and connects with Bane's back, which, in turn, gets a loud scream of pain from Travis.

Steven: Good gawd! Did you hear that?

Mike: Yes I did, Steve-O!

Mike, seeing that Sammy's still up and walking climbs out of the ring, grabs a chair, and chases Sammy around the ring. They get over to where the ladder in the corner is, and Sammy pushes on the end of it, causing it to spin around whilst Mike, who's already got his momentum going, runs face first into the top of the ladder, followed by a spear to the gut from Sammy. Sammy points to his head as if to say that he had outsmarted Stryker, and he had, until he walks into a chair shot to the gut from Travis Bane, forcing Sammy to double over. Bane then raises the chair above his head and brings it down across Sammy's back. Travis yells at Sammy some, grabbing his head and yelling at his face.

Steven: Travis getting some pay back from that shot to his back.

Mike: Did he just call Sammy "sunshine?"

Suddenly, we see Travis whipped around and a fist is brought into the face of Travis Bane courtesy of Joe Daye. Joe quickly hits a few more rights to Bane's face before slamming his head into the spanish announce table. Joe grabs Bane's chair and slams it across his back before going for a table. Joe sets up the table on the mats on the outside, then slumps Travis' half dead body on the table. Joe hits Travis again with the chair before sliding into the ring. Joe grabs the ladder and leans it up against the ropes before bouncing off the ropes on the opposite side. Joe runs up the ladder and looks to plancha off the top onto Bane, but as he's mid-move, Mike comes out of nowhere and plants Joe with a powerslam through the table just seconds after Bane had rolled out of the way. Mike hooks a leg for a pin attempt.

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Steven: And a chair shot for Stryker!

Mike: As well as a possibilty of a dislocated disc...

Sammy picks up Mike and rolls him into the ring and follows closely behind. Sammy gets up to his feet, as does Mike, and the duo begin to exchange rights. Mike begins to quickly pick up the pace, ending his series of punches with a hard clothesline. Mike grabs the ladder and looks to do a classic Three Stooges bit with the ladder, but Sammy ducks under the ladder swing, grabs around Mike's waist, and hits a German Suplex. Mike, who's still holding onto the ladder, flips up, over, and onto the ladder, landing his midsection on the ladder. Mike, who's now barely standing whilst he's holding his mid-section, is met with a school boy pin from Sammy.

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Steven: This match is just brutal! Sammy just german suplexed Mike-

Mike: ...With the ladder...

Steven: ...Onto the ladder!

Sammy, somewhat frustrated that Stryker won't stay down, figures he's gonna put him away as quickly as possible. Sammy grabs the ladder and sets it up so that it's just off center of the ring. Sammy stomps on Mike's chest quickly before slowly starting to climb the ladder. Rung by rung Sammy climbs up, whilst on the other side of the ring we see another ladder and a table being slid into the ring. Sammy gets up near the top of the ladder and turns around so he's facing Mike. Sammy makes a guesture towards the crowd and looks to jump off the ladder onto Mike, but out of nowhere, we see a chair come into view and take out Sammy's knees courtesy of Travis Bane. Bane sets up the table so it's leaning in the corner and brings Sammy over to the corner. Bane hooks Sammy's arms and looks to hit the Blackpool Bomb onto the table, but before Travis can even lift Sammy, Joe comes out of nowhere with the Daye Light. Joe grabs a nearbye chair and as Bane gets up to his feet, Joe throws the chair as hard as he can into Bane's head. Bane stumbles around some and walks right into a Negative Creep from Joe. Joe rolls Bane over for a pin attempt.

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Steven: And Stryker saves it for his team.

Mike: I don't see why...Saving the match would be stopping someone from getting the belt...

Stryker gets in a few hard right hands to Joe and turns his attention back to Sammy. Sammy gets to his feet as Stryker makes a rush at him and looks to take off his head with the Yakuza Kick, but Sammy ducks under it. Both men turn to face each other, and Sammy kicks Mike in the gut and sets Mike up for the Hard Day's Night. Sammy goes to lift up Mike, but Mike blocks the move. Sammy hits Mike a few times in the back then goes to lift up Mike again, but Mike blocks once more. Sammy raises his arm to hit Mike across the back once more, but Travis Bane comes out of nowhere and hooks Sammy in a T-Bone. With Sammy's legs still over Mike's head, Mike just stands up for a back body drop, giving more "oomph" to Bane's Complete Travisty through the table in the corner.

Steven: OH MY-

Mike: -BLOODY HELL!

All four men lay in heaps of pain on the mat. Joe's the first one to start to move as we see Mike roll out of the ring and fall to the floor. Sammy's laying upside down and folded up like an accordion in the pile of table scraps whilst Bane just lays there, trying to catch his breath. We see Joe grab the folded up ladder that Mike had brought into the ring earlier and set it up next to the other ladder. Joe starts to climb up it as we see Mike slide another table into the ring. Joe gets near the top of the ladder but then remembers he's gotta pin someone before he can go for the belts. At which point we see Mike Stryker start to climb up the other side of the ladder. Joe tries to keep his balance as he throws a punch at Stryker, who just continues to climb. With both men on the top of the ladder, Mike and Joe start to exchange punches. Joe looks to get a slight upper hand and carefully makes his way over to the other side of the ladder. Joe goes to grab Mike's head for a possible Negative Creep attempt, but Mike slaps Joe across the stomach. Joe falls backwards, and Mike slaps Joe again. Joe, who's now bent over backwards, isn't in enough pain as we see Stryker grab ahold of Joe's legs and lock in the New York Cloverleaf on the top of the ladder. Joe screams in pain, and after trying to fight the hole, Joe eventually taps out. Stryker releases the hold and both men fall to the ground.

Matt: Ladies and gentlemen, Mike Stryker has forced Joe Daye to tap out. Mike Stryker or Travis Bane may now go for the tag team championships.

Steven: Good gawd! Joe Daye must be injured!

Mike: Serves him right for going for the belts before his team has gotten a fall.

Bane is now back up to his feet and sets up the table that Stryker had brought in so that it is sitting just in front of the table on camera side. Bane then turns to the ladder and begins to climb, but the now conscious but still groggy Sammy Night is up to his feet with the ladder in his hand. Sammy slams the chair into Bane's back and lays Bane across the table. Stryker is up to his knees, that is, until Sammy lands a well placed chair shot right between the eyes. Sammy then ever so slowly climbs up the taller of the two ladders. Once at the top, Sammy turns around to face Bane, makes a quick signal, then jumps off the ladder with the Chart Topper onto Bane through the table. Sammy just lays on Bane as the referee makes the count.

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Matt: Sammy Night has just pinned Travis Bane, so now he or Joe Daye may now go for the tag team championships.

Mike: BLOODY HELL!

After several seconds of no one moving, Joe and Mike are the first two to even begin to stir. Stryker and Daye start to head up opposite sides of the two ladders, each man on his own ladder. Samme and Travis start to gain their stamina as Joe and Mike reach the top of their ladders and start to throw punches. Sammy and Bane start to come up the other sides of their ladders. With all four men on the top of the two ladders, Joe and Travis on one and Mike and Sammy on the other, all four get in a fist fight at the top. Suddenly, we see Sammy slam Mike's head off the top of the ladder and climb up another step, putting Mike's head between his legs. Sammy then is able to lift Mike up and off of the ladder, landing on the canvas below with the Night Fall.

Mike: BLOODY FUCKING HELL!

Joe and Travis, still on top of the ladder, continue to exhcnage punches. Eventually Joe reaches up and grabs ahold of the titles hanging above the ring. Joe tries to push the ladder over with his feet, but instead of Bane falling, possibly to his death, Bane is able to hang onto the titles as well. Both men sit there dangling above the ring, kicking at each other, that is, until the two men fall to the mat. The camera gets a shot at the hook, and the belts are now gone. Joe is the first one up, and he holds the tag team title up over his head in victory!

Steven: THEY DID IT! JOE DAYE AND SAMMY NIGHT CONTINUE THEIR TITLE REIGN!

That's what everybody thinks, that is, until Bane is shown with the other title in his hand up above his head.

Mike: Wait! Travis Bane has a belt of his own! We have new champions!

As the two teams are yelling at each other and the referee, we then hear "Born To Reign" play over the PA system, but instead of William Reign making his way down to the ring, we get a picture of the man up on the tron.

Reign: Hello, gentleman. Good show, hell of a match, I've gotta say. However, unfortunatly, both teams came out victorious, and are both losers. Therefor, I must make the decision that the winners of this match... Is neither of you.

All four men in the ring yell at Reign, obviously upset that they should be the winners of the match.

Reign: The match was so close, it really was. I'm sure alot of people think you both deserve to win. But that can't happen. Because you're losers. I am offically suspending the World Tag Team Championships until further notice. When I make a decision, I will make an announcement. Because we all know how hands on I like to be, and I enjoy hearing myself talk.

And the tron goes dark, and all 4 men go back to bickering as we cut backstage.
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
*The scene opens up in Mister Reign's office. The office is a deep wooden color due to the desk, book shelves filled with various wrestling momentos. On the desk sits a lap top, and various documents. On the wall to the left we notice a William Reign baseball jersey, in a picture frame. Reign sits on the front of the desk, wearing a dark blue suit, staring at the camera.*

Reign: Ladies and gentleman, it has occured to me that I had a very good idea a couple years ago. You see, I had this idea that wrestling should be like other sports. And television shows.

*Reign gestures around with his hands.*

Reign: It should have an off season. Now we're running a bit late with this season, due to some disagreements with Jack Sparrows over how some things were being handled, and postponing shows while he investigated things.

*Reign nods.*

Reign: Originally the break was to take place through the Holidays, and give the wrestlers roughly three monthes off. Unfortunatly, we're going to have to cut the break of this season off. We will resume on February 1st, and we will resume it next year. Also don't forget to vote for the 'End Of Year Awards' on the AWL web site.

*Reign nods.*

Reign: Thank you for taking time out of your life not to switch the channel. Bye-bye.

*Reign stands up, and the camera cuts off for a few seconds, before switching to Travis Bane and Mike Stryker, standing outside the door of Reign's office. Bane gently pushes Stryker towards the door.*

Bane: C'mon mate, get in there.

Stryker: Let's knock first.

Bane: Knock. You yank, he might not let us in then.

Stryker: Well you think he'd help us if we're rude and just barge in.

Bane: I don't think he'll hear us out if we just knock.

Stryker: I don't know I...

*Bane grabs the door handle and opens it. Bane and Stryker step in as Reign is taking the jersey off his wall, and setting it over the desk, glass down. Reign turns abruptly and glares over them.*

Reign: What the hell is your problem? Don't you ever knock?

Stryker: Sorry we...

Bane: We're needing to ask you a favor.

Reign: After BARGING into my office?

Stryker: I told you we shouldn't.

Reign: At least he has some sense.

*Bane scowls as, Stryker cheers up a bit, being praised.*

Bane: Listen mate, we've been having a lot of trouble with Daye and Night recently.

Reign: Well there's nothing you can do, they're the only team left in the tag team division.

Bane: Yes, and we lost the titles back to them.

Reign: Yes. That was your fault entirely.

*Bane sighs.*

Bane: Listen we want your help.

Reign: Help?

*Reign chuckles.*

Reign: Why should I help you? You're a loser. You didn't hold the titles for long, you barge into my office. Why shouldn't I give you the Eric Smiles treatment? Hmm?

*Bane looks worried, as Stryker looks awkward in the room.*

Stryker: We're better than this, we're just having trouble getting our feet on the ground. We need something else, an insurance policy of some kind.

*Reign looks at Stryker for a second, before beginning to pop the back out of the picture frame.*

Reign: I still don't see why I should help you. I generally don't give things away.

*Reign pulls the cardboard backing off of it, and Bane takes it from him, and leans it against the chair.*

Stryker: Please sir, we know if we can get help, we can do better.

Bane: And we know if we need help, you're the mate to do it.

*Reign turns to them, looking displeased for a moment.*

Reign: I don't know. I mean, why help you? Why not take the l33t under my wing, and help them? Why not get the Puppet Masters to refocus? Why not bring the Board of Directors in? HiM and Krusher? The Big Boys? I know Snake rather well, and I'm sure for the right amount of money I could get Jin Ryusaki in for a bit. Or the Regulators? You know they're the best team going in Reign Incorperated right now, I don't think they'd oppose to helping me out.

*Reign looks very seriously at them.*

Reign: Why you?

*Bane and Stryker look at each other, having a silent conversation between them, figuring out how desperate they were. Bane and Stryker turn back to Reign.*

Stryker: We will do anything.

Reign: Anything?

*Reign's voice picks up and looks intrigued at their proposition.*

Bane: ANYthing.

*Reign smiles.*

Reign: ... Alright gentleman. You've got my interest. Get rid of the camera man, and we'll talk.

*Bane and Stryker eagerly turn around and begin pushing the camera man out, as Reign removes his jacket, and lays it over the back of a chair. The camera man is pushed into the hall way and the door slams shut behind him.*

Steven Travis: What an incredible night we’ve had so far Iron Mike. Take Greg Cherry in our opening match, he’s come back with a vengeance, and despite the loss Eros the Bomb took tonight, he looks as dangerous as ever.

Iron Mike: That’s the magic of Super Card events Stevie; this is AWL’s World Series, this is our Super Bowl, this is our Stanley Cup! This is DAWN OF LEGENDS! You give it your all and don’t let up, that’s how you become a legend like me Steve!

Steven Travis: Why do you gotta keep repeating what show this is?

Iron Mike: Simple, because I feel that if I don’t, you and all these stupid people in this arena will forget where the fuck they are right now!

The Intergalactic 7 Remix of Spacelord by Monster Magnet hits the air,

Steven Travis: Koopa is one of the few men that can go toe to toe with Eros Mako in speed. That is an impressive specimen right there.

Iron Mike: Do you want to sleep with the whole locker room Steve or just the ones who you approve of?

As Ash Koopa enters the ring, "I’ll” by Dir en Grey blares over the loudspeakers. Eros Mako’s usual video montage is shown behind him as he makes his way to the ring.

Iron Mike: These two meet tonight in No-Holds-Barred one on one a match up for the AWL Diamond Championship with a 20 Minute Time Limit.

Steven Travis: The two wrestlers have met in the center of the ring. Mako holds up his Diamond title belt and mocks Koopa with it. Koopa is not intimidated or impressed.

Iron Mike: He shouldn’t be. Koopa backs down from no man or challenge.

They lock up in the middle of the ring jockeying for position. Test of strength number one surprisingly goes to Mako and Koopa backs off to regroup. Mako charges in and Koopa gets a go behind, which is reversed by Mako and they end up trading hammerlocks.

Steven Travis: Nice bit of chain wrestling to begin here.

Iron Mike: Mako counters with a drop toe hold, but Ash comes back with a hammerlock. but Mako goes amateur and gets a few fireman carries and a clothesline that rocks Koopa but doesn’t drop him. Koopa calling for Mako to take another shot.

Mako off the ropes again but Koopa gets the advantage with a kick to the midsection and after a leapfrog, catches Mako with a nice dropkick, followed by a Back Body Drop!

Steven Travis: Mako seems a little frustrated here. I don’t think he was expecting this explosion of offense from Ash Koopa. He’s got a good 111 pounds on him and stands at least a whole foot taller than him, so far tonight Ash Koopa is fighting a smart fight. He’s using his size against Eros and tripping him up with raw wrestling skill and speed.

Nice Bionic Elbow by Koopa which turns into a cover but Mako immediately kicks out.

Steven Travis: The crowd is solidly behind Eros Mako here tonight.

Koopa goes for another elbow, but Mako nails him in the face with a right hand to come back.

Iron Mike: Nothing like a stiff punch to the melon to slow momentum. Wow that kind of rhymed…

Steven Travis: You never cease to amaze me Iron Mike.

Mako gets a dropkick and sends Koopa to the outside with a desperate clothesline. Mako runs the ropes…

Iron Mike: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!

Mako comes up and over the top with a pescado and it’s so impressive that the crowd begins to chant “That-was-awesome!” Clap- Clap- Clap- Clap- Clap “That-was-awesome!” Clap- Clap- Clap- Clap- Clap “That-was-awesome!” Clap- Clap- Clap- Clap- Clap!!!

Steven Travis: Unbelievable agility by the Diamond Champion there Iron Mike.

Mako throws Koopa into the guardrail...but Koopa is unaffected and then throws Mako into the guardrail. With the ref starting the 10 count both men slide back into the ring.

Back in the ring, Koopa gets a running clothesline into a cover…

1…

Mako kicks out.

Steven Travis: Koopa back up and waiting for Mako…just as Eros raises Koopa gets another running clothesline and looks to the crowd...who is back on the side of Ash Koopa. "Koopa" chant by the crowd now.

Iron Mike: Koopa turns just in time to be met with a clothesline from Mako. The big man is rocked but does not fall. Mako elevates Koopa and gives him a SUPER Fallout Face Buster!

Steven Travis: I for one am impressed with the moves these two men are pulling out tonight!

Steven Travis: Eros's unloading on Ash with some chops in the corner. The crowd is yelling "WHOOO!" with every shot!

Iron Mike: Those chops sound like gun fire!

Steven Travis: And there's a suplex out of the corner by Eros! He goes for a pin! ONE! TWO! Kickout by Koopa!

Eros picks up Ash, but Ash pokes Eros in the eyes and nails Eros with a clothesline! As Eros gets up, Ash meets him with a boot to the guts, followed by a nasty Shin Breaker!

Steven Travis: Ash pulls Eros to his feet, and delivers a big chest breaker! Wow! Ash held on to Eros, and nailed a second chest breaker! He drops Eros to the canvas, and drops a knee across Eros's head! Ash covers him and drives an elbow into Eros's face as he does!

Iron Mike: ONE! TWO!

Steven Travis: Kickout by Eros! Ash drops another elbow into Eros's face before picking him up, and Ash takes Eros down with a swinging neckbreaker! Ash's really going after Eros's head and neck here!

Ash turns and heads to the corner,

Iron Mike: What's he doing now?

Steven Travis: Looks like he's climbing up to the top... high risk maneuver coming up! 2nd Rope Bionic Elbow! But NO! Eros gets out of the way and Ash Koopa eats canvas! Eros drives an elbow of his own into the back of Ash's head, driving his face into the canvas! Eros picks Ash up, and tosses him over with a Huracaranra! He picks Ash up again, and fires him to the ropes. Ash rebounds... OH MY GOD! Eros just tossed Ash Koopa all the way across the ring with that Aikido Trip Throw! What raw power!

Ash sits up and screams in pain, holding his back! Eros comes over and starts laying the boots into Ash's back, stomping away at him! Finally, Ash rolls out of the ring to the arena floor!

Iron Mike: Eros's following Ash outside. This is going to get ugly!

Steven Travis: Ash is on the outside looking for a breather, but Eros will have nothing to do with that! He grabs Ash and fires him hard into the guard rail! Eros runs over and drives a knee deep into Ash's midsection, before pulling him off the rail, and sending him into the ring steps!

Iron Mike: I think people heard that in the back row!

Eros rolls back into the ring to break the official's 10 count, and rolls back out to grab Koopa. He pulls him to his feet, and hoists him over his shoulder. Eros then runs the length of ringside.

Iron Mike: He's going to spear Koopa into the ring post!

Steven Travis: But Ash just dropped off Eros's shoulder behind him, and shoved Eros into the ring post instead! Eros hit that ring post HARD! Eros's staggering around ringside, and there's a clothesline from Ash that wipes Eros out!

Ash pulls Eros to his feet and hammers him in the jaw, he soon whips him around and slides him back into the ring.

Ash slides in after and makes his way up to his feet and pulls Eros with him. He holds Eros in a reverse face lock before sending him down to the mat with a spinning neck breaker. Ash plays to the crowd as many fans boo.

Ash turns around to the half-risen Eros. He reaches down to pull him up, but Eros quickly throws a thumb to the eye, sending Ash into retreat.

Iron Mike: Brilliant move by Eros!

Steven Travis: Oh, come on now!

Ash still has his back turned, so Eros locks his arms around his waist and pulls with all of his might, struggling at first, but finally tilts back and nails Koopa with a very sloppy German suplex that he bridges for a pin.

1…

2…

Kickout!

Eros quickly leaps to the second rope before jumping off and nailing Ash with a flying knee to the chest. Eros again goes for the cover.

1…

2…

Kickout!

Eros reaches down and pulls Ash up to his feet. He then drives him back with a hard knife-edge chop. Two chops later, Ash has his back against the ropes. Eros then delivers one more knife-edge before grabbing Ash by the arm. He then whips him into the ropes before bouncing off the near ropes himself.

Steven Travis: Tremendous Handspring to the ropes into a reverse elbow there by Eros!

Eros rolls through the move and sits up. He gives a smile as he thinks about his actions. He then plays to the crowd for a minute as he walks back to Ash’s side. He reaches down to pull him up, but Ash reverses it into a small package!

1…

2…

Kickout!

Ash sits up as Eros rolls out and to his feet. He then delivers a sharp dropkick right to Ash’s jaw.

Iron Mike: Is there a DDS in the house?

Eros makes his way to Ash’s head and just begins stomping the hell out of him. He then picks him up and sends him right back down with a Judo Hip throw. He goes for another cover.

1…

2…

Kickout!

Eros slaps the mat in frustration. He then picks Ash Koopa up and grabs him by the back of the head before tossing him out and over the top rope.

Steven Travis: Come on now! Keep it in the ring!

Eros follows Ash outside against the ref’s wishes. He then pulls back the padding on the security wall to expose the steel.

Steven Travis: What the hell is he doing? This isn’t fair!

Eros pulls Ash up to his shoulder.

Iron Mike: Lights out Stevie! It’s time for the snake eyes!

Eros tries to drop Ash, but the former Koopamaniac manages to wiggle out of the clutches of Eros. He shoves Eros gut-first into the railing. He then clubs him over the back of the head with a forearm. He then reaches down and grabs one of Eros’s legs.

Steven Travis: Back suplex onto the concrete floor! Those mats don’t offer much support!

The ref hops down to the floor to check on both men, but Ash quickly gets to his feet. He pulls Eros up and nails him with a right, but Eros fires right back. The two go back and forth with the rights, but this time, Eros gets the upperhand. As Ash staggers, Eros grabs him by the arm.

Steven Travis: No! He’s going to try and whip him into those steel steps again!

Eros pulls, but Ash reverses it and sends Eros into the steps again! Shrieks of pain, along with steel go fly throughout the ringside area. Ash quickly rolls into the ring to break the count before rolling right back out.

Iron Mike: NOT ONCE BUT TWICE! He’s gonna rub that in his face I guaran-DAMN-tee it!!!

Ash makes his way over to Eros and straddles him. He then begins throwing countless punches into the Diamond champ’s face. Eros tries to cover up, but Ash just keeps going to town on him. Finally, he pulls himself off as the crowd goes nuts.

Steven Travis: I think he’s going to end it right here!

Iron Mike: But they’re not even in the ring!

Steven Travis: Exactly. I don’t think Eros is going to answer the ten-count if Ash Koopa goes for what I think he’s going to go for here.

Ash reaches down and pulls Eros to his feet. He then hoists him onto his shoulder.

Steven Travis: He is! EMERALD FROSION!

Iron Mike: No! Eros slid out!

Both men stand on opposite sides of the ring post. Eros reaches through and tries to pull Ash into it, but Ash has the same idea and they end up pulling each other into the ring post, face-first.

Steven Travis: Oh my! Not one, but TWO sickening thuds there! Both men are down!

The ref makes his way out to check on the two. He then begins to count as neither man moves.

1…

2…

3…

4…

Steven Travis: There’s still no movement! Both of these men could be out!

5…

6…

7…

8…

Iron Mike: There we go! Eros is going to make it up! But he’s got to hurry! The ref’s already on 8!

9…

Iron Mike: He’s almost got it!

10!!!

Steven Travis: No! Eros hit the deck again! Both of these men have been counted out!

Matthew Gooding: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has declared this match as a DRAW!

The ref then calls for help as EMTs come rushing down to check on the two fallen superstars.

Steven Travis: Folks, while these two get checked out, we’ve got to take a break, but don’t go anywhere. This is just the beginning of an action-filled night!

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We open the to a room of moderate decore. There is nothing flashy or obtrusive inside the room's wall. Everything serves a functional purpose. It may be simple yet it is hardly a pauper's room either. Sitting on the austere sofa sits one Drake Love. A slender wine glass sits perched on the unpretentious oak table. Drake has a pair of black warm-up pants and an old "Career Killer" shirt on as he eases back in his sitting position. The AWL Title rests on the cushion besides Drake

Drake: Five men. One Title. Five men looking to etch their name into the history books. One man leaves as the only champion. It's quite poetic. I have been keeping an eye on things here and there. The very concept of such a monumental moment in AWL history is quite idyillic. Each man entering for reasons all their own. A former Alpha Male who once ruled the AWL with fear and surgical attacks now finds himself searching to once again claim siege to be the King of the Mountain. Hunter Wiess has been a true embodiment of terror and fear. A title win would begin a new reign of horror to the AWL. A Warrior with the heart of a white knight, also travels the path to glory as he seeks that final piece in the puzzle to make his career worthy of remeberence. Panther looks to finally put the doubts to rest and declare that he is worthy of leading the AWL into a new era. A shade of a man stands vigilant looking to reclaim his throne knowing that he lacks validation. His reign of power is hollow and without grandeur, he seeks to finally vindicate his existence. And then there is another man emerging from the shades. A man who has plotted and pondered on this day standing side by side with another man whose ambition and thirst for glory is as great as his own. Each with the drive and need to become whole with the AWL World Title. And amidst it all stands one man between these men and there right to add their names to the ledgers of AWL history. That man is me.

Drake sips the alcoholic beverage from the glass in a very methodical manner. Drake seems to be elsewhere in his mind though as he places the glass down.

Drake: Each man has risen above the average, has supassed the mediocre, and has reached a new pinnacle of their careers. I seek the same as any man. A chance to be remembered though the ages. I believe that I am the better of all four of my opponents, yet as I have come to learn, sheer ability is not everything in this business. If such were the case then I swear that guys like those who stand in my way wouldn't be challenging me for my title. Yet as each has their own flaws, as much as it pains me to reveal, each man has risen to where they are at for a reason. Be it luck, corruption or perhaps even by sheer brutality, they have each earned their right to step inside that Chamber with me tonight. Yet as they sacrifice everything to be here, I will do whatever it takes to keep what is mine. I will conquer all those that would try to keep me from laying claim to this kingdom. I have no mercy and as such I except none in return.

Drake rubs his chin as if pondering different scenarios in his mind. Drake props his feet onto the coffee table with no mind to the damage his shoes will create. Looking over he strokes the AWL World Title.

Drake: Let's review each man in-depth shall we? Krychek and Richmond are many things including over confident. Neither has any real wrestling skill or any talent to speak of. But in truth what they lack in ability, they each make up for devious intellect. They are each sadistic in their nature, a condition to which I can relate. Neither is the biggest, fastest, strongest or most atheltic of the AWL roster. Yet each man has been able to amount a tremendous amount of success. You know why? They lull their enemies into a sense of false security. I see you for what you really are. You attempt to parley as a wolf in sheep's clothing. But I see the teeth and as such they shall never come near my throat. Mark my words on that.

Drake brings his feet back down and the calm face of ration fades to one of sheer hatred. Drake stills his emotions though and the quiescent image of tranquility returns.

Drake: Hunter Weiss. As ruthless and diabolical as they come. Truly the man is nothing more than a creature of pure feral emotion. Which makes him deadly. A man without remorse is a man to be feared. Weiss does not think, he does not feel, he does not have a care beyond what is right in front of him. But it is in that strength that provides his weakness. You see a man with only one goal can be near impossible to stop, but he can be easily diverted and blind to other matters at hand. The last time I put any thought into taking on Hunter we both laid torn, battered, bruised and beaten. This time I think a wiser stradegy will be needed. I am not looking to kill the beast, I am looking to redirect his attention long enough to lay his shoulder to the mat. All I need is three seconds. What he chooses to do past that is his own regard.

Drake empties the last of the wine and looks regretfully in the chalice as if expecting more to magically appear.

Drake: So that brings us to one Panther. What can I say that hasn't been said already? No matter what dark horse complex you think you have, I vow this pledge. I will see you defeated or I will see you dead. It has become that grave of a matter to me. In the end all the things in life sort of just dwindle into the twilight. In the end there is only one thing left when everything else fades away. The victory. My Victory.

Drake stands up to refresh his glass as we dim out of the scene
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Welcome to Friday Night Fury!
Eric Smiles is in the back, trying to do some stretches, but barely able to even stretch due to sickness, fatigue, and malnutrition. As Eric leans against a wall, sighing heavily and holding his head in pain, William Reign walks up to him.

Reign: I'm going to make this very quick, because you still smell like a bum. I'm making your match with Weiss a hardcore match. Because I don't like you. And I hope you die in this match. Good last day Eric.

Eric just glares as Reign walks off, staring down the hall with a look of hatred.

The camera opens up to Panther pacing around backstage. Jamie Irish walks in front of the camera and speaks to Panther

Hey Panther, care for some last words before the big match?

Panther stops and looks at Irish and then the camera and back at Irish

Sure, Jamie. You know, there is one thing that matters to me in this match. To prove to all these punks that I belong with them. That I wasn't just a throw-in. That I can not only hold my own against Love and Richmond and the rest, but I can go the distance. That I can become the next AWL Heavyweight Champion. Tonight, I'm putting it all on the line. Blood and sweat. When I leave that ring, I will know that those other guys respect me. That's all that matters tonight... win or lose

Panther walks off-camera

Steven: Welcome back folks to a great night so far as we get ready for our next match hear at our most honored Pay Per View, Dawn of Legends!

Iron Mike: Its been one hell of the night, and this match will be no different

Steven: That’s right Folks, we have one great match up as all the cards will be dealt on the table as one of the most abused superstars gets a chance to strike back at his abuser with his contract on the line as Eric Smiles is to face one on one against AWL’s General Manager, William Reign in a street fight

Iron Mike: Boo hoo Travis Eric deserved everything he got when he made his bed with Reign as the maid

Steven: I am not a bias person by profession, but Reign just keeps treating Smiles like a jerk and it is about time someone does something about it, and Smiles is gonna take that to heart in this fight

Iron Mike: Bah

Matt This next match is a street fight and is no disqualifications. The only want to win is by pin fall or submission... On his way to the ring, weighing in at 245 pounds, he hails form Richmond, Virginia... ERIC “E-BOMB” SMILES

The crowd cheers on as Eric gets to the stage, his jeans and T-Shirt on, still with no entrance music, since it was banned by Reign, and just walks down and hops in the ring, a determined look on his face. He gets to the corner and tests the ropes before stretching and such, waiting for his opponent to enter

Steven: Poor kid The biggest Pay Per View in AWL History and he still has no music to enter the ring...

Iron Mike: Poor kid? What the hell do you think the generations before had when they wrestled? They had the crowd either cheering or booing them... That’s all that they needed and that’s all Eric needs

Steven: Need? More like dictated

Matt And his opponent, coming from [Insert hometown here] and weighing in at 130 pounds, he is the General Manager of Fury... Mr. WILLIAM REIGN!

"Born To Reign" by Will Smith begins to play on the pa system, and the crowd jeers. Reign jogs backwards out of the back, wearing black tennis shoes, black slacks, and a black short sleeved baseball jersey, with "William Reign" in blue and gold under "Ri" where the numbers should be.

Iron Mike: Here comes the man.

Steven: Man? How can you call him a man? I'm not totally sure he's a human being.

Iron Mike: You just have your panties in a bunch, all Reign has ever done to Eric is what Eric deserved. Reign has been in the business longer than Eric, and deserved more respect than he got from Eric, over in EPP.

Steven: Reign was treating him like he was inferior to him!

Iron Mike: He IS. He IS inferior to Reign. Men may be created equal, but after they're created, some excell, and some...well...Eric.

Steven: I don't know how you sleep at night.

Iron Mike: I punch out a bum, and then lay my head on my pillow.

Reign turns around and struts to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. Reign smiles at the crowd, either not noticing they don't like him, or simply not caring. Reign gets to the end of the isle, and sprints up to the stairs. Reign jogs up the stairs, onto the apron, and gives up a peace sign to the crowd, which results in more boos. Reign quickly steps into the ring and does a few shadow boxing punches before swinging his arms around to stretch them out.

Steven: It's like he doesn't even notice they hate him.

Iron Mike: He probably doesn't. And why should he? They're inferior to him too.

Steven: How can you keep suggesting that he's superior?

Iron Mike: Because he is. In terms of worth in this world, Reign is worth more than everyone in this arena. He has more experience in this business, than a lot of people. Reign deserves respect, whether you disagree with him as a person or not. And Eric didn't show respect, therefor, tonight, Reign's gonna beat it into him.

The ref calls for the bell and the two men waste no time getting into the think of it. The lock up shoulder over elbow and struggle, the crowd cheering them on, as Smiles gets the advantage and puts Reign in an armlock then twists again before forcing the weight of his body down on Williams arm , and making it rebound back up. Eric grapples once more and irish whips him into the corner and rushes in only for Reign to see what’s coming and ducks out of the way, making Smiles stop short to prevent running into the turnbuckles. Reign takes the upper hand and delivers a kick to the mid-section and puts Eric in a reverse head lock into a DDT. Reign goes for the quick cover...

1...
KICKOUT

William gets back up and begins arguing with the ref about the so called “slow call”

Steven: Looks like Reign didn’t leave his viciousness in the locker room... the ref called it just fine

Iron Mike: I don’t know, that count should of been at least a two

Steven: What do you mean? Smiles almost launched Reign off him and over the ropes

As Reign finishes up his rant with the referee, he turns only to see a wicked flying forearm smash, making the GM tumble to the mat. Eric gets on top of him and begins landing a fury of punches to Williams head. The crowd counts the hits to his head

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
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7...
8...
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10...

The crowd cheers as Smiles picks up Reign and grips on a front waist lock into a belly to belly suplex, shaking the rig with such velocity. The crowd pops in cheer as Eric Throws his hands in the air, hands balled up in fists and scream in the air

Iron Mike: What is doing wasting time like this ? Get to the pin already

Steven: I think he is calling for his famous Smilesplex

Iron Mike: 10 bucks says he can’t pull it off

Smiles grapples up in a waist lock and picks up Reign and begins to do a schoolboy into his finisher when the GM grabs his head and does a reverse jawbreaker, making Eric fall to the mat, holding his face. William gets his bearings then proceeds to walk over to a downed Smiles and begins laying in thick stomps to the mid section, shouting profanity at Eric.

Steven: Well looks like Reign has done his homework and knew he was about to lose the match. Great reversal though

Iron Mike: Well you owe me 10 bucks

Steven: I never bet with you Mike

Iron Mike: You didn’t have to, I automatically will get it out of your pay check as a miscellaneous expense!

Steven: Like hell you will

Reign slides under the bottom rope and begins to dig under the ring for something when he pulls out a trash can with a slue of what could be called weapons. He tosses the can in the ring and hops back in, grabbing the lid on his way to his feet. He stand in wait for Smiles to get up and when Eric does, Reign swings the trash can lid down, striking Eric’s head with a loud thud. Smiles falls to the floor limp and William goes for the pin

1..
2..
KICK OUT

Steven: What a shot to the head and still Smiles has the heart to kick out

Iron Mike: This is better then I thought Weapons come into the equation and you get my full attention! Do it again Reign

The GM, frustrated with the count once again, gets right into the refs face about the so called, “piss-poor” count, making the ref have to back off a few. He turns and grabs Smiles by the hair and drags him into the corner and sits him up, the lid leaned up against Eric, and Reign run to the opposite end of the ring posts and charges, putting a well placed knee into the already twisted and bent lid, driving it home to Smiles upper body. The crowd is in upheaval of jeers as William taunts the crowd, making the boos worse. Reign, now strutting back to the middle of the ring, turns back and delivers yet another knee before Smiles drops to the ground.

Iron Mike: Smiles just got a one way ticket out of here with those nasty hits! Honestly, I never thought Reign had that kind of black heart in him! Keep it up!

Steven: I wouldn’t count Smiles out yet, he has taken a beating, but he has kicked out twice already!

Smiles on the mat, the GM grabs the top rope and pushes Eric out of the ring with his feet and proceeds to follow out to ringside. Smiles, grabbing his mid-section in pain, tries to get up, but Reign is hot on his trail and grabs Eric hair, leading him towards the metal ring steps and tosses Smiles dead on into them, making a ruckus of noise. The crowd up front are almost in the face of the GM, booing away as he places Eric’s head on the dismantled steps and walks over to the upper halve of the steps, picking them up over head. The crowd tries to cheer on Smiles to get up, but there is no signs of life coming from the pride stripped man. Reign, a look of pure evil on his face, Swings down and with what little energy left, Smiles moves, making the stairs collide with each other and sending a sharp chill through Williams body, sending him also to the ground.

Steven: OH MY GOD! Eric just lucked out! This might be his chance if he can only get up!

Iron Mike: What an idiot! Your suppose to let the weight of the stairs carry itself to the floor!

Steven: Praise is a little pre-emptive don’t you think?

Iron Mike: A rookie mistake! It wont happen again!

The crowd cheers and begin stomping feet as Smiles gets to his feet and Reign soon follows suit and both men get into the ring. Reign gets to his feet first as Eric in at a knee, and Reign rushes in, only for Smiles to catch him and in the split second it takes for Reign to know he screwed up on his attack, Smiles brings home a huge Belly to Belly suplex and Reign is set tumbling to the mat. The crowd is ecstatic as Smiles gets to a corner and tries to gain what little stamina he can must as William rolls on the ground in agony, grasping his back.

Steven: What a reversal by Eric Smiles! Reign might have soften Smiles up, but his inexperience caught up with his mouth!

Iron Mike: There might be hope after all for Smiles... Let hope he doesn’t screw it up by being flamboyant!

Smiles seizes control and get to the ground and locks in a half crab as Reign begins to struggle for the closest ropes. The ref checks to see if the GM wants to end the match but he struggles more, making Eric lean back more. Reign ever so close to the ropes, struggles to get his fingertips on them and finally clenches the rope as the ref calls for the break, but Smiles leaves it locked in and the ref tries to convince Smiles to break the hold and final does so.

Iron Mike: Now why did he have to go and do a stupid thing like breaking that hold? This is a no DQ match... He could of fell alseep with that hold locked in and still would of counted!

Steven: I couldn’t see anyone really falling asleep in a hold like that, but I have seen stranger things here in the AWL

Iron Mike: Slambo the clown...

Steven: That would be one

Iron Mike: Hunter Weiss...

Steven: Ok we get it

Iron Mike: The Smiles Cam...

Steven: Alright we get the damn picture already! Pay attention to calling this match!

Iron Mike: wow... So he is a man after all!

Eric goes for ringside and pulls out from under the ring at table and sets it up outside and slides back in. He grabs Reign by the hair and irish whips him into the corner. He follows in with a huge clothesline, making the GM slump to the mat. Smiles grabs Reign and put him onto the turnbuckle and Smile follow up the ring post and now both men are at the top

Steven: If this isn’t a high risk move, I don’t know what is!

Iron Mike: Table here in front of us... Them two up on the turn buckle... Yep this is gonna hurt bad!

And Eric jumps on the shoulders of the GM and pulls off a Hurricanrana out into ringside and onto the table that is now splintered and shattered all over the place. The ref looks on from the ring as both participants of the match are in a heap of debris.

Iron Mike: Now that is wrestling at its finest folks! Two men pushed to the limit all to end in a burning heap of broken tables and possibly a back!

Steven: What an impact! Both men are now incapacitated from that high risk move!

Both men show sign of life as Smiles gets to his feet, sort of wobbling, but on his feet and grabs Reign and rolls him into the ring and slides in after. He rolls him over and covers for the pin

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Steven: This can be it folks!

2...

Iron Mike: Ah! Not more smiles cam!

3!!!

Matt: And here is your winner... ERIC SMILES!

“The Memory Remains” by Metallica rings aloud for the first time in a long time as the ref raises the hand of the re-employed Eric Smiles as he gets to his senses and begins to show a light, renewed to the greatest victory he could imagine.

Steven: Well Eric is here to stay! No doubt folks he deserves every moment of this victory!

Iron Mike: This is horrifying! Smiles Cams will be everywhere! Will no one be... Wait a god damn minute, what is Reign doing with that mic?

As pointly said, Reign, in a mass of hurt in the corner of this ring has a mic in hand

Reign: STOP! STOP THE GODDAMNED CELEBRATION!

The music is cut, and Reign pulls himself to his knees. The crowd boos.

Reign: The match is NOT over.

Reign looks at the referee, who argues.

Reign: The match is NOT over. You...

Loud bleep

Reign: up! You...

Loud beep.

Reign: UP! You're fired!

The crowd boos as the referee stares in awe.

Reign: Now get...the hell...out of my ring.

The referee, in a state of shock, stumbles over to the ropes, and rolls out.

Reign: Now Eric, we're gonna start this match again.

Eric smirks a little. Not surprised at Reign's antics, and a little okay with it, knowing he could easily beat him again.

Reign: But this time, it's a three on one.

Eric scowls, now realising he momentarily underestimated how big of a dick Reign is. Reign motions at the back, and Travis Bane, and Mike Stryker charge out from the back. Bane and Stryker quickly slide into the ring and Reign tosses the microphone out of the ring.

Steven: What the hell! This isn’t right!

Iron Mike: What a dirty move on Reign’s part! I love it!

Steven: That match was called right down the middle! No reason for Reign to get all pisst off at the Ref and fire him for doing his damn job!

Iron Mike: Rumor has it that Smiles had that ref in his pocket before all this even started!

Steven: That’s bullshit and you know it!

The senior ref of AWL, Bret Maxwell, heads to the ring and calls for the bell as Bane and Stryker begin to corner an injured and tired Smiles into the ring post and charge in, only for Smiles to begin to strike back with a flurry of elbows and close fists and gets free of the mob to the center fo the ring as Bane tries for a running move but is hemmed up with a spinebuster, and follows that with a go-behind german suplex on Striker. The crowd is going wild as Smiles is using every ounce of heart and soul for the business to overcome this monumental odds.

Steven: What a burst of energy from Eric Smiles!

Iron Mike: Holy Christ! The kid is like a machine!

Steven: the months of torture and abuse is catching up with its self and is being delivered to Reigns croonies!

Smiles, having the crowds upmost support, lines up Striker and goes for a what looks like a roll up pin but out of nowhere pulls off the Smilesplex!

Steven: The Smilesplex!

Iron Mike: That came out of nowhere!

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2..
Bane breaks the count

Travis bane picks up Smiles and Irish whips him across the ring and rushes in with a clothesline, only for Eric to meet his mark and grabs the extended arm, using the momentum, flips around and pulls off his most greatest of finishers, the Arm Trap DDT. The crowd goes wild as he goes in for the cover

1..

Steven: This will be finally over!

2..

Iron Mike: And to think Reign had this under control!

William Reign breaks the count as he places a well place chair shot to the back of Smiles head.

Iron Mike: YEAH! Unneccesary violent chair shots. That's what separates the Erics, from the Reigns.

Steven: You're a sick bastard.

Reign wanders back to over to the corner from earlier and grabs the microphone. Reign points at Eric and screams at him. Bane and Stryker quickly begin putting the boots to Eric, as the referee looks worried for his well being.

Reign: Harder. I don't want you to stop, until every last rib is broken!

At this point Bane and Stryker begin kicking Eric harder, and harder, as Eric has trouble recovering from the probably concussion-inducing chair shot. Reign looks around, and grabs the chair. Reign pushes Bane and Stryker away, and shoves the chair into Stryker's hands. Reign kneels down beside Eric.

Reign: Are you ready to admit, who the bigger man is?

Steven: This is disgusting.

Iron Mike: This is life. This is reality. You either show respect to those who deserve it, or they try to force respect. And frankly, Reign doesn't need to force respect from me.

Steven: He can't force respect from me.

Iron Mike: Then I hope he tries.

Reign puts the mic down by Eric's mouth, and Eric mutters something, starting with an F but mumbles through the rest. Reign stands up.

Reign: That didn't sound like a "Yes, Sir."

Reign kicks Eric across the face, rolling him. Reign points at him and screams something. Bane grabs Eric's head and pulls him to his knees. Bane kneels down and rests Eric's head on his knee. Stryker takes the chair, and rests it over Eric's head. Stryker wanders to the corner, and heaves himself onto the second rope. Stryker leaps off and lands a one footed stomp to Eric's head. Reign laughs manically into the microphone. Stryker stands up, the chair having gone flying.

Bane quickly scoops up Eric's arms, stands up, and heaves Eric up and down with the Blackpool Bomb. Bane scoots away as Reign steps up and places a foot on Eric's chest. Reign then flexes his muscles in a Hulk Hogan-esque way. The referee quickly gets into position, eager to end the pain for Eric.

1...2...3!

Reign yells at the referee to raise his arm and for Matt Gooding to declare him the winner.

Matt: And here is your winner...William Reign...

Eric slowly starts to stir and Reign points at Smiles which prompts Bane and Stryker to continue their attack. The referee tries to call for the bell and for more referees to help him. Reign takes out the main referee himself, whilst Bane and Stryker take out any additional referees and security personell that try to come into the ring.

Steven: Somebody please stop them!

Iron Mike: Why don't you get your ass in there, Steven...Why don't you make them?

Steven: You know that i'm not a wrestler!

Iron Mike: Neither are they, but I think you'd at least stand a chance...

The crowd's boos for the trio soon turns to cheers as we see a red haired man sprinting down to the ring.

Steven: Wait a minute...That's Jin Ryusaki!

Iron Mike: Damnit...Someone else is here to get his ass handed to him courtesy of Reign's thugs...

Stryker and Bane are ready for Jin as he runs in and catches Stryker with a flying double knee (Tony Jaa-style), then side kicks Bane in the gut. With both men temporarily "out of action", Jin turns to Reign who quickly climbs out of the ringto avoid Jin's advances.

Steven: Come on, Reign! Get your ass in there and get what's coming to ya!

Iron Mike: Pft...Yeah right! Reign's got Mike and Travis to get what's coming to him for him...Although...Jin might want to watch his back...

Bane is back up and sneaking behind Jin, goes to grab him, but Jin blocks, elbows him in the sternum, turns around and roundhouse kicks him in the face. Bane stumbles backwards holding his face in pain. Jin tries to exit the ring to go after Reign again, but Reign backs up some more, trying to put as much space between them as possible. Jin tries to chase after him but is stopped by Stryker, who trips him and tries to lock an armbar, but Jin reverses it into an odd mount and punches him twice in the face.

Steven: Good god! Jin's taking out those two men by himself!

Iron Mike: Yanno...This really isn't a fair fight...I mean, Stryker and Bane are still beat up from their TLC match from earlier in the night.

Jin sees Bane charging towards him, so Jin jumps up and hits a jumping front kick, taking Bane off his feet. Both Bane and Stryker roll out of the ring, holding their various body parts, whilst Jin stands victorious alone in the ring, egging any of the retreating men to get back into the ring with him. Jin checks on Eric Smiles as Stryker and Bane meet up with Reign on the ramp.

Steven: Well, thank god Jin Ryusaki came when he did, or else Eric Smiles would be in worse shape than he is now...

Iron Mike: Oh please, William Reign's the most powerful man in the company just short of Jack Sparrows himself...Jin should realise his place in this company and just who he's messing with before he gets himself into some serious trouble.

Jin helps up Eric as the crowd screams their heads off for the match that Smiles had put on tonight. The duo head up the ramp, with Eric shedding a tear as his time in the AWL had come to an end, and he was realising how much the fans truely love him as the scene cuts to backstage once again.

Every year a new contender emerges from the depths of complete darkness, and may never be heard of again after so many times in the light...

We see shadowed and blackened images of various wrestlers from over time who aren't well known and hitting their appropriate moves. None of which are familiar with the viewers.

But once every so often, one will break down the barrier and escape the oblivion of non-existence...

Images of other various stars competing now flash. Kenny Dykstra, Bobby Lashley, Petey Williams, AJ Styles, and a few others hitting extremely talented maneuvers.

Now, that one...

We now are taken to a screen of a black background, but with someone's right leg in front of it. Wearing black wrestling boots and kneepads.

Has finally...

The image switches to the upper left side of the person's chest and shoulder panning over and down their left arm. Very muscular and distinguished, it flexes slightly and shows us a glimpse of pure raw muscle.

Returned to the AWL...

The person's face now comes into view as they raise it up and look at the camera. They grin as we see the familiar face of Tang.

"Oh yeah... I'm back."

He chuckles on camera and gives the expression of slight disgust and joy, mixed into some form of childish confusion.

"And I'm better then ever."

TANG RETURNS TO AWL ON FRIDAY NIGHT FURY

"And I haven't forgotten a damn thing."

TO CLAIM THE AWL WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP

"Oh yeah... Weiss. Your ass if fucking mine."

STAY TUNED
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Darkness, empty, cold, almost life draining. It hairs in the air as it it a predator waiting to suck out the soul of its next prey. Drops of water can be heard landing on a cement floor. The camera travels down a long hallway, illuminated by random lights placed on the wall giving off a flickering pale yellow light. Slowly the as the camera reaches the end of the hall we see Hunter sitting on the floor with his back against the wall. The camera zooms in on Hunter as he begins to speak.

Hunter: Yes, little rabbits, hop your furry little poof ball bunny tails to the arena. Hop through the green fields filled with colorful flowers and honeybees… straight to the jaws of your fucking deaths… You know nothing of torture you're going to get once you hit that ring… The pain that will be there to fucking greet you... Or how you will instantly be skinned alive as you quickly will be drowning in a pool of your own rancid fucking blood…

Weiss flashes his sick smirk.

Hunter: You all will be broken, you sheep, you will suffer... Just as you were born to do… Like that bitch Dave Richmond is going to suffer… That bitch seems to think he is a man to be afraid of… through the grapevine I hear that he once was a man who this entire company even feared…

A low, gutteral, chuckle escapes his lips and echos through the hallway.

Hunter: He looks like a fucking pussy to me… Maybe to these fucking rabbits, bitch, you are a bad man. You might hold them in fear. But I am not impressed. We'll soon see how tough you are, Richmond, after I tear out your eyes and shove them down your fucking throat. Then you can go back to living in darkness for the rest of your useless, pathetic, life…

Hunter lets out another low, gutteral, chuckle.

Hunter: … I’ll show you first hand what it’s like to strike fear into the black heart of the same man who created you, the man who set you free from a lifetime of imprisonment… I’m the kind of dog who does bite the same hand that feeds him...

Drake Love… I really can't wait until I get my hands on you… You know, they say that Slambo the Clown was one sick mother fucker in that ring... That he created such violence, and chaos, in that ring to a degree where it is almost legendary… I still don't see it though. It seems that he could take one hell of a beating. But the truth is Slambo the Clown was nothing more than a small dog, tied to a stake in the middle of the yard, who was kicked way too much, or that of a child who shouldn't have asked his dad how his day was before then damn near getting beaten to death with a leather belt, the buckle hitting you so fucking hard that it tares off your flesh!


Hunter takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, regaining his composure...

Hunter: The Clown is and was no threat to me, and neither are you Drake Love… You are nothing more than a fucking punching bag. A rodent who deserves to finally be put of its misery… You sir, are the flavor of the fucking month…

Hunter lets out another low, gutteral, laugh.

Hunter: Unfortunately for you, Drake, you'll have to find some other pathetic rabbit to become your savior. To take you out of your misery… As I'm going to continue to add to your fucking suffering... The few fans that you do have say that pain is like breathing for you… Good… Because I fucking hope it is…

His sick grin grows wider on his face. A looks of sick pleasure is dancing in his eyes.

Hunter: Lets see how well you fucking breath when you are coughing up on your own blood as I wrap these scarred up fingers and hands around your throat and pull back. As I then watch as your eyes bulge out of your head. As my dirt encrusted fingernails start to slice through your neck.

And I take your fucking head right off your body!!

Hunter lets out his sick laugh yet again.

Hunter: Oh it will be a fun time, Drake, it will be oh so fun...

Hunter pauses slightly before continuing.

Hunter: And then we go to the other bastard child of Richmonds. The little rabbit called Panther. Another little rabbit who, has no idea of the fucking torture he is going to be experiancing in that ring...

Hunter lifts his head and looks directly into the camera.

Hunter: I have dealt with your kind before little rabbit. As you remind me a lot of other wastes of a lives that I had the pleasure of fucking breaking down into nothing. Rabbits like Jamie Irish… The Tang… Eric Smiles… and… oh yes… Fox Fucking Strife! These Fallen Angels were buried by the Rising Demon Hunter Weiss!

Oh I had a great time of breaking them. I loved hearing their screams. I loved the sounds that they made when they begged for mercy. When the whimpers began and the snot started pouring out of their noses as it mixed in with their blood as it landed on the floor... You remind me so much of them. But I’ll break you, little rabbit, I’ll break you all, just like I broke them. I can't wait to hear your screams as well. I can't wait to see your teeth fly out of your mouth as I crush your jaws!

You are nothing more than a little worms. Just like that useless bitch of Jack Sparrows... That rabbit Sparrows will soon have to come out of hiding and realize that he won't be in any condition to do anything about me, especially after I get my hands on him. It'll be hard to get revenge on a man when your are paralyzed from the neck down after I rip out your fucking spinal cord...


A cold, scary, look of intensity is seen dancing in his eyes.

Hunter Weiss: Fox Strife got what he fucking deserved! A Face Full of Scars to match a Sour Soulless Life full of them! And if he ever dares to get back up…

Suddenly Hunter drives his fist, the one wrapped barbwire, into his right temple. A sickening smack echos through the hallway. Hunter doesn't let up though. He fires punch after punch into his eyebrow. Quickly blood is spraying into the air after each punch. Finally he stops and pulls his fist away from his head. We can see that his eyebrow is busted wide open. The blood starts to pour down into his eye. Hunter grits his teeth in pain before he then points to his open wound.

Hunter: I DARE HIM TO FUCKING TRY IT! I'll even let him take the first fucking shot. Hit me right here. Hit me with everything you fucking got. If you are man enough to stand toe to toe with me Strife!

Hunter shakes his head.

Hunter: But I don't think you are man enough. I think you are nothing more than a fucking coward. I think you'll only strike when my back is turned.

Fine... So be it.


Hunter then leans forward before driving his head back into the concrete wall! A sickening thud echos through the air. Hunter flinches in pain, before leaning forward again, and once again driving his head back into the wall. Hunter lets out a sick, painful, laugh as he reaches back and grips his head. He pulls his hand away from his head and smiles as he sees fresh blood on his fingertips. Hunter looks into the camera, as we can clearly see pain dancing in his eyes, as he tilts his head.

Hunter: There you go, little rabbit, I made a fucking target there for you as well. Lets see you hit it. You better hope you make it fucking count too. Because if you don't?

Hunter lets out a sick laugh.

Hunter: Then its my turn. As I will get the pleasure of turning your face into a bloody mush as I drive a lead pipe into it over, and over, and over again. As then you will spend the rest of your fucking life eating all of your meals through a fucking straw.

Hunter's smirk then fades. He closes his eyes as he flinces in pain. He shakes his head before opening his eyes. A cold look of death is seen in his eyes. He continues on...

Hunter laughs before pausing. He stretches his neck as if trying to listen for something.

Hunter: It's quiet… To fucking quiet… It’s Almost Bell Time…

Hunter slowly, shakily, gets to his feet. He places one hand on the wall to help him keep his balance. He glares off into the darkness. A sick smirks forms on his lips.

Hunter: Now the real fucking fun begins.

Hunter then walks into the darkness. As the darkness swallows him whole. The cameras remain where they are before then slowly fading to black.

*The lights dim, and a few seconds afterwards, the l33t members James Unger and The Black Mage step out from the back. Both have microphones in their hands. They begin to head towards the ring but half-way there pause and notice the giant cage structure. They glance at each other for a brief second before slowly walking back to the stage. Unger stands on the left, and BM on the right.*

James Unger: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's me the greatest ring announcer in the world of wrestling, James Unger!

*James pauses allowing the audience to "cheer."*

James: As you should know by now, my appearance has signaled that is officially time for the main event.

*James pauses and takes a deep breath.*

James: Introducing... uh...

*James tries counting the number of people in the ring.*

James: nowth...

*Black Mage stares at James and he shrugs.*

James: At an astonishing ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS OF PURE SUPERIORITY!

*James nods his head while Black Mage claps wildly.*

James: Hailing from San Antonio... New Jersey, The Rightful Champion, The man you all adore, and THE ODDS ON FAVORITE IN VEGAS!

*The Crowd boos interrupting James.*

James: Do you know how incredibly rude that is and besides, it's true, if you don't believe me. We're in Vegas, just go outside and get the latest odds.

*James shakes his head as the crowd continue to boo him.*

James: ANYWAY! He is the "PAUSE BREAK KID", DAVE RICHMOND!

*The opening beats of "Otherworld" by Nobuo Uematsu are heard, and nothing is played on the video screen. In time with the music "PBK" scrolls forward, Dave comes spinning out from the back, with his hands in the air. Richmond, as aposed to his usual attire, wears a pair of red long tights, with images of broken cds on them. Dave stops in the middle of the stage and motions at Unger and BM, that they might want to move. Dave steps to the front of the stage, then extends his right leg, and squats on the left. Richmond then flexes his biceps, as a stream of green pyro explode, waving back and forth, causing BM and Unger, who didn't listen to the warning, dive off the stage. Dave shakes his head, and stands up. Dave dances down the isle. Faintly heard over the microphone...*

BM: Jackass.

*"Otherworld" continues as Richmond stops before the stairs going into the structure. A few seconds later, a loud engine noise is heard as BM and Unger climb back onto the stage. Unger and BM watch the back, waiting, as a large metal pole sticks out from the back. Unger and BM stare at it oddly as it moves forward. It begins picking up speed, and a large body of a green tank with "l33t" spray painted on the side rolls out from the back. Unger and BM dive off the stage again. Ivan is clearly seen sticking out of the top of it, wearing a hard hat. Krychek kneels on the edge, wearing what he normally does. However, across his forehead, is written "Hitler Heydrich Himmler."*

BM: Weighing in at a fluxuating weight of 210 or 215, and he is the giant pygmy, he too is a jackass, and he PROBABLY HATES YOU! Marinate thrice as long as usual, Rurik Krychek!

*The tank arrives at ring side, and Richmond steps onto the steps. Krychek steps down off the tank, and he and Richmond walk up the stairs into the ring. Krychek and Richmond step into the ring, and step into the middle of the ring. Richmond does the taunt he did at the stage, as Krychek hooks his ring fingers and lifts them over his head. The tank then shoots off four pyros into the air. The tank reverses up the ramp as the smoke from the pyros show "l33t" over the heads of Krychek and Richmond. Krychek and Richmond get up from their poses, and Unger and BM get onto the tank as it passes. The l33t go to opposite corners of the ring, and get into their chambers.*

Steven: And there's my pick to who's going to win the World title!
Iron Mike: Which one?
Steven: Doesn't matter. I'd prefer they become co-champions.
Iron Mike: That's highly unlikely.
Steven: But not impossible.
Iron Mike: I suppose not.

*A roaring panther is heard over the pa system, and "Boom" by P.O.D. Most of the crowd boos, but there's a few cheers spread out around the arena. Panther walks out, just smirking at the crowd. Panther takes his time walking down the isle, nodding his head to the music beat. Panther occasionally makes a swift movement towards the railing of the isle when a fan taunts him, just to see the fan flinch. Panther smirks and keeps going to the ring. Pyros shoot off the top of the Elimination Chamber, as Panther quickly runs up the stairs, and leaps over the top rope. Panther hops a few times to stop his momentum, because other wise he'd do a face plant. Panther walks to a side of the ring, and steps onto the outside. Panther walks into his chamber. Panther's music cuts out after the next "BOOM."*

Matt Gooding: Introducing third, Panther!

Iron Mike: It's kind of surprising to see this man in with these four main eventers.
Steven: It's almost like he's just a filler...
Iron Mike: Almost. He's the wild card, and wild cards can be dangerous.

*The lights slowly dim down, until the arena is entirely black. The word "REDRUM" flashes randomly across the giant jumbo tron, when suddenly, words are heard.*

"Now Damnit, Boy... GO GET THE MEAT!"

*"Leatherface" by Laaz Rocket begins to play. A singular spotlight shines down on the entrance way. An eerie feeling through out the arena as everyone knows who is coming out. Out from the curtain and onto the runway walks Hunter Weiss, carrying a weed whacker. He raises above his head, and mimicks Gunnar Hanson's portrayal of Leatherface of the Original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Weiss turns to a group of people in the front row, and they jump back in fear. Weiss tosses the weed whacker at them, but it hits the railing. Weiss begins walking to the ring, occasionally stopping to threaten other fans and ring crew. Weiss walks up the stairs and into the chambers. Weiss steps into the ring.*

Matt Gooding: Introducing fourth, Hunter Weiss!

Steven: Speaking of dangerous...
Iron Mike: Indeed.

*"Blow Me Away" by Breaking Benjamin hits and the crowd cheers as the arena lights cut off. Various dark blue, forest green, and blood red spotlights flicker around the crowd as the main portion of the song kicks up. Out comes Drake Love dressed in a hooded sleeveless duster that hangs down to the top of his midnight black boots. The hood is drawn up as Drake stares down at the ground on the rampway. Suddenly Drake shoots his left arm out and a stream of pyrotechnics goes to the left. Still holding up his left arm Drake shoots out his right arm and a stream of pyrotechnics goes that way too. Drake Love raises both arms in a quick motion and pyrotechnics shoot to both sides. Drake’s music thunders throughout the arena. Drake begins down the isle, flipping his hood off on the way down. He looks focused as his dark eyes burn with hatred.*

Matt Gooding: Introducing fifth, he is the World Heavyweight Champion, Drake Love!

*Drake steps up into the chamber, and into the ring. A few seconds later, a second stage hand runs out from the back, and hands a note to the announcer.*

Matt Gooding: I have just been given a note from Mister Reign. The sixth entrant will appear later.

*The crowd grumbles and boos, as Drake tries questioning the announcer. The announcer tries explaining, but is cut off as Weiss runs up behind Drake and clubs him in the back. The announcer quickly flees the ring and cage structure. Weiss clubs Drake a few more times until Drake leans against the ropes. Weiss grabs Drake around the waist and german suplexes him. Drake is quick to his hands and knees, and begins crawling to a corner. Weiss runs up behind him and drives a knee into the back of his head, thrusting Drake face first into the bottom turnbuckle.*

Iron Mike: Weiss begins the offense, and tampion hasn't gotten in so much as a punch.
Steven: There's very few people that stand up to Weiss.
Iron Mike: And all of them are in the match, except for Fox Strife.
Steven: Who died tragically at the hands of Weiss several weeks ago.
Iron Mike: What? He did not.
Steven: Are you telling me the l33t lied to me?!
Iron Mike: Yes.
Steven: Well, you won't be invited to their barbeque!

*Weiss charges up and tries kicking Drake in the face, but Drake quickly rolls out onto the outside portion of the cage. Drake quickly stands up and slams Weiss' face into the turnbuckle. Drake grabs Weiss by the head, and heaves him up, over the ropes and down with a suplex onto the hard steel floor. Weiss sits up and feels his back, as Drake grabs the ropes of the ring. Drake pulls himself up, and quickly grabs Weiss' head. Drake pulls him up to his feet, but Weiss grabs a leg of Drake and falls backwards, bringing Drake face first into the chain wall.*

Iron Mike: There's NO give!
Steven: It's barbaric. Richmond, Krychek, GET OUT WHILE YOU CAN!
Iron Mike: They're not wusses, like you. They'll stay, and fight, and whine about it later.

*Weiss pulls himself up, and begins pushing Drake's face into the steel. After a few seconds of it, Drake gets out of it by stomping on Weiss' feet. Drake quickly slugs Weiss. Weiss sways backwards, and Drake kicks him in the stomach. Drake front facelocks Weiss, and quickly drops with a ddt. Weiss flops over onto his back, eagle spread. Drake pulls himself to his feet, and looks down at Weiss. Drake looks at the crowd for a second before looking up at the top of an internal chamber. Drake points up to it and screams something at the crowd, who cheers in approval.*

*Drake quickly climbs up the turnbuckles and grabs the top of the chamber. Drake heaves himself up and moves so he's sitting on it. Drake stands up, and in the process of standing up, looked down to notice Krychek in the chamber below him. Drake quickly spits down onto Krychek. Drake smiles as Krychek wipes the spit off his face. Drake turns to Weiss, and prepares for something. Krychek quickly climbs up the side of his chamber and grabs a foot of Drake. Drake loses his balance for a split second, before grabbing the roof of the big chamber. Drake kicks at Krychek, not realizing that Weiss has begun to get up.*

Steven: Genius! GENIUS! Krychek is getting involved before he's even out.
Iron Mike: It's crappy for Drake, but damnit, there are very little rules in this match, so why not. This is the sort of thing Drake has to get used to while he's a champion. There's always going to be someone like Krychek, that will fuck you at every chance possible.
Steven: Please, there are delicate ears listening.
Iron Mike: This isn't Sunday Mass, it's wrestling.

*Weiss arrives on his feet, and notices Drake distracted on top of the chamber. Weiss, in a feat of unprecedented athleticism for him, scales the side of the cage like a man half his size. Weiss hangs off the side of the cage, and slugs Drake, as Drake kicked Krychek down into the chamber. Weiss steps onto the chamber, grabs Drake, and without hesitating, falls backwards with a suplex. Weiss lands hard on his side. Weiss quickly gets to his knees, with an extreme, pained, expression on his face. Drake simply clutches his back, his head protected by Weiss' arm in the suplex. The camera focuses on the side Weiss landed on, to reveal his arm hanging, limp.*

Steven: Ew. Oh my God, get the camera off of that!
Iron Mike: Weiss's arm has been dislocated. It's nasty to see, but tells you how dangerous this match is.

*The lights shut off and a spot light begins circling around the four chambers, including the empty one. Weiss uses the ropes to pull himself up as it's going off. It finally lands on a chamber. The door swings open on the side that Weiss and Drake are on, and out runs Panther. Panther rushes up to Weiss, and begins leveling him with right hands. Panther takes a step back, spins around, and leaps into the air, landing an enziguri to the injured arm of Weiss. Weiss drops back to his knees, clutching his arm, trying to re-locate it. Panther gets up, as Drake begins trying to move towards getting up. Panther rushes up and kicks the back of Drake's head.*

Iron Mike: Panther's out and taking charge. It's easy pickings right now, Drake's down, and Weiss has a dislocated arm.
Steven: It's still so sick to see.

*Panther pulls Drake to his feet, and slugs him a few times as well. Panther whips Drake to the ropes. Drake rebounds while Panther still holds his arm, and whips him as hard as he can, into the steel wall. Drake stumbles backwards and falls through the ropes, into the ring. Panther walks towards the ropes, but is blind sided by a running headbutt from Weiss. Panther and Weiss stumble for a second before Weiss viciously begins to kick Panther as hard as he can, as he's still clutching his arm. Panther finally blocks a kick by kicking the leg, and swings for a punch. Weiss ducks, and Panther spins around so his back is to Weiss. Weiss proceeds to kick Panther in the back, sending him forward into the cage wall. Panther falls over, holding his face.*

*Weiss fumbles with his arm for a few seconds as Drake is pulling himself up in the ring. Weiss finally gets the arm back into it's socket, but keeps clutching it, nerves obviously still bothering him. Weiss quickly steps into the ring and jabs Drake in the face. Weiss flinches due to the arm, but doesn't pause in continuing to level Drake in the face. Weiss charges to the ropes, and comes back at Drake. Drake catches him and tosses him with a belly to belly suplex, inadvertantly causing Weiss to roll on his formerly dislocated arm. Drake begins getting up by the ropes, and steps through as he was standing up. Panther pulls himself up. Panther notices Drake on the outside with him, and lunges forward with a punch.*

*Drake responds with his own punch, and Panther responds with one. They continue responding with punches, until Drake drops Panther to a knee. Drake grabs his hair, and pulls him to his feet. Drake steps behind him, and applies a rear waist lock. Drake heaves him up and backwards, into the steel wall. Panther collapses in a heap after landing on his head. Weiss, back in the ring, has gotten to his feet. Drake pulls himself up, and steps into the ring. Drake charges across the ring, and clotheslines Weiss down. Drake looks up at the title, and grins. Drake reaches up for it, but it's out of reach, obviously.*

Steven: It doesn't work like that, they made it so the tall people of the match couldn't just reach up and take it.
Iron Mike: I suppose that's fair. I personally would prefer more razorblades and bleeding.
Steven: What does that have to do with the title's height?
Iron Mike: Nothing, I'm just saying.

*Drake jumps, but his finger tips only graze the title. Drake shrugs, and walks to a corner. Drake climbs up the corner, and grabs the ropes. Drake leaps towards the middle of the ring, and hangs halfway between the corner and the title. Drake begins shimmying towards the title as Weiss pulls himself up. Weiss runs up and punches Drake in the stomach. Drake pauses to wince in pain, as Panther is pulling himself up. Weiss grabs Drake by the stomach, and pulls him down off the wires. Weiss walks up to the ropes, turns around, and belly to belly suplexes Drake over the ropes, into the area of the outside portion with the door.*

*The lights shut off and a spot light begins circling around the three chambers, including the empty one. Weiss steps to the outside with Drake. It finally lands on a chamber. The door swings open on the side with Drake and Weiss, and out steps Dave Richmond, taking large steps. Richmond pauses a few steps out as Weiss is picking up Drake. Weiss looks over at Richmond, and Richmond smiles weakly. Richmond holds his hands up and slowly walks backwards. Weiss shoves Drake down and stares at Richmond, as he slowly walks backwards. A few short steps later he turns and runs into the chamber.*

Steven: See Dave? See Dave run! RUN DAVE RUN!
Iron Mike: I want to pretend I don't understand that joke. But I do.

*A thump is heard, signalling Iron Mike has slugged Steven. Weiss charges after him, and throws an arm into the chamber as Richmond grabbed the door and tried shutting it. Weiss grabs Richmond around the throat as Richmond shuts the door on Weiss' bad arm. Weiss winces, and releases Richmond's throat, but Richmond continues trying to close the door on Weiss' arm. Drake pulls himself up, and Panther steps into the ring. Panther then climbs up the turnbuckle as Drake pulls Weiss away from Richmond. Drake applies a full nelson on Weiss, and turns around. Drake notices Panther on the turnbuckle. Panther leaps into the middle of the rope, and begins heading towards the title. Drake throws Weiss to the side and steps into the ring.*

*Drake runs up to Panther, and grabs a foot. Before Drake can pull it, Panther kicks Drake in the face. Panther continues his climb towards the title, but Drake grabs his feet again and yanks him down. Drake then quickly lands a russian leg sweep as Weiss is up, and promptly puts a foot through the door of Richmond's chambers, resulting in Richmond jumping. Richmond frantically looks around for a way out. Richmond goes to the other side and begins kicking at it, but isn't as strong as Weiss, who is currently trying to unstick his leg from the pexi-glass wall.*

Iron Mike: That's gonna cut up Weiss' leg.
Steven: Oh like you care.
Iron Mike: I do care. I hope he does it to the other leg too.

*Drake crawls to the other side of Richmond's chambers and stands up as Richmond is trying to get out. Richmond notices Drake, and gives him the finger. Drake then promptly puts his foot through the pexi-glass, resulting in Richmond jumping as well. Richmond turns and remembers Weiss is trying to come in the other way. Richmond looks frightend, as anyone would. Richmond quickly climbs up the side of his cage wall, and shakes the top of his chambers, as though he might be able to escape that way. Drake and Weiss continue breaking down the pexi-glass, until they're able to enter it. Weiss and Drake look at Richmond, who smiles weakly again.*

Steven: Dave, quick, Lit 3!
Iron Mike: I honestly don't get that joke.

*Thump. Iron Mike hit Steven again. Panther is pulling himself up in the ring again. Richmond takes a deep breathe, and quickly elbows Drake in the side of the head, and then elbows Weiss. Drake and Weiss then club at Richmond several times. Panther steps up behind Weiss, and grabs his arm. Panther pulls Weiss around and out of the chambers. Panther knees Weiss in the stomach, grabs his head, and leads him over to the chamber he came out of it, and slams Weiss' head into the pexi-glass. Drake pulls Richmond off the chamber wall, and Richmond collapses on a pile of broken pexi-glass. Drake bends over Richmond, and takes a kick to the stomach. Richmond quickly scrambles out of the chamber.*

*The lights shut off and a spot light begins circling around the two chambers. Richmond pulls himself to his feet and feels his back, which is scratched up. It finally lands on a chamber. The door swings open on the side, and Krychek steps out. Krychek quickly climbs up the turnbuckle, as Panther drops Weiss with a sidewalk slam. Richmond runs up to Panther and lands an enziguri as the champion makes his way through Richmond's broken chamber. Richmond quickly rolls into the ring, and the Champion follows. Krychek waits on the turnbuckle, as Richmond crawls across the ring towards him, and Drake follows. Krychek lunges like Drake and Panther have, grabs the ropes and swings his legs into Drake's face. Drake falls backwards, clutching his face.*

*Drake quickly begins pulling himself up as Krychek uses the backwards momentum to swing his feet over the X-wires. Krychek then carefully gets to where he's standing on the wires. Richmond looks up. Drake quickly gets up, as Krychek walks across the wire to the middle of the ropes. Drake walks over to Richmond and pulls him up quickly. Drake knees Richmond in the stomach and lets him fall onto his hands and knees. Drake runs to the ropes, and comes back. Drake steps off Richmond, and leaps into the air, tackling the legs of Krychek. Krychek falls, and latches onto Drake's head. Drake and Krychek hang off the wires, as Richmond, Panther and Weiss pull themselves up.*

Steven: You see, the l33t hold the advantage, they're the smallest. They're the quickest. They're...
Iron Mike: Getting blowjobs nightly from you?
Steven: I'm going to pretend you mean bartender. And no, they won't let me into their locker room. Something about not being smarter than a coffee table. Whatever that means.

*Richmond quickly leaps onto Drake's legs, and begins climbing up, despite Drake's kicking. Panther watches Richmond scale Drake, and takes a kick to the back of the knee from Weiss. Richmond arrives on Drake's back, and violently kicks Krychek in the face. Krychek releases the grip on Drake. Krychek and Drake fall to the mat with great velocity. Richmond's momentum sends him stepping onto two different X-wires, and tries to keep his balance. Unfortunatly for Richmond, he can't keep his balance, and falls forward, landing on his feet, and collapsing to his face.*

Iron Mike: His face stopped his momentum.
Steven: Dave, that's not how you land!

*Weiss steps into the ring, as Drake is pulling himself up. Weiss proceeds to stomp Drake in the face. Krychek crawls over to Richmond, grabs his arm, and pulls him to the outside. Panther crawls into the ring and stands up. Panther tackles Weiss from behind, and drives him chest first into a corner. Panther proceeds to land several shoulder thrusts to the small of Weiss' back. After about ten, Panther stops, and turns Weiss around, and violently whips him across the ring. Weiss hits the corner, and stumbles out. Panther charges, and spears him down.*

*On the outside, Richmond, and Krychek are talking strategy. Panther stands up, and Krychek quickly climbs into the ring. Krychek runs up behind him, and pulls him down into a school boy, as Richmond climbs into the ring and runs over to Weiss. 1...2...Panther kicks out, and Krychek quickly sommersaults out of the way as Richmond pulls Weiss to his feet, and whips him at Panther, who is on one knee. Drake pulls himself up. Weiss instinctivly goes for the Shining Black, but Panther ducks it, and Drake lunges forward, and tries spearing Weiss down, but Weiss puts his gut into it, and manages to keep his footing.*

Iron Mike: That's the Weiss I know. Uses his size to his advantage. And his power to kill you.
Steven: He does not kill people, Mike.
Iron Mike: We don't know that.

*The lights shut off and a spot light begins shining on the only chamber someone hasn't come out of yet. There's still no one in it. Weiss clubs Drake's back several times before snap suplexing Drake. Weiss gets up, and Panther lunges at him from behind, rear waist locking him. Weiss elbows him in the face, and snapmares him. Krychek runs up behind Weiss and tries a school boy, but Weiss keeps his balance. Richmond runs up, and dropkicks Weiss in the face. Weiss starts losing his balance, but catches himself in enough time to sit down on Krychek with a less exciting Whoopee Cushion. Weiss stands up as Richmond gets up, and big boots him down.*

*With all eyes in the ring yet, no one notices the sixth entrant stalking out from the back. Weiss looks down at the four men on the ground, and at the same time the audience notices a loud engine sound, Weiss notices it too. Weiss turns to the door of the chambers in time to see Fox Strife walking up the steps, with a weed whacker in hand. Weiss' eyes grow wide, and just behind his eyes you can see a sick smile form. Weiss quickly lunges to the outside, and goes to shove the chamber door open, but Fox pushes against the door with the weed whacker, for if the door flies open, it knocks Fox down. Panther, Drake, and the l33t are come-to long enough to see Fox with the weed whacker. Panther, and Drake roll to the sides of the chamber, as the l33t goes to the far outside part from the door.*

Steven: What is that in his hand?
Iron Mike: It's the thing that's going to save my interest in this match.
Steven: L33t posters?
Iron Mike: Why is murdering not legal. I could do with getting rid of you.

*Fox finally sees he's not going to win the fight over the door, and promptly shoves a foot through the chains and kicks Weiss in the knee to subdue him. Weiss flinches long enough for Fox to start up the weed whacker and hit Weiss on the fingers. Weiss lets go, and walks away from the door, holding his bleeding fingers. Fox opens the door, and steps in. The referee on the outside, quickly shuts the door, and locks it, glad to get Fox away from him. Weiss feels his fingers as Fox raises the weed whacker, starts it, and starts a downward angled attack at Weiss. Weiss puts a hand up, and grabs the handle of it, and knees Fox in the stomach. Weiss tosses the weed whacker down, and quickly snapmares Fox. Weiss quickly kicks Fox in the back, and grabs the weed whacker.*

*Weiss picks it up and revs it, grinning like only he could, and like only a blind mother could love. Weiss turns to Fox and does a similar downward angle stab with it, but Fox cuts him off with a kick to the stomach. Weiss lowers the weed whacker enough to cut up some of the t-shirt Fox is wearing, before Fox can shove the weed whacker away. Fox quickly gets to his feet, and slugs Weiss, causing the weed whacker to drop. The other four participants continue to just watch, readying to flee if the weed whacker comes near them.*

Steven: This is disgusting. Vincent, get in there and take that from them.
Iron Mike: Why don't you go get it?
Steven: My doctor advised me not to do stupid things.

*Fox slugs Weiss a few more times before kneeing him in the stomach. Fox leads Weiss over to the chamber Richmond was in, and shoves him into leaning on the bar between the ring ropes and the ring post. Fox grabs a broken piece of pexi-glass and in a violent swipe, cuts the side of Weiss' face. Weiss, enraged, quickly back elbows Fox. Fox stumbles into the chamber, and Weiss follows him. Weiss grabs a fistful of his hair as they come out on the side with Drake Love. Drake prepares to step into the ring, not caring to get in between those two peticular people.*

*Weiss turns around promptly, and applies a full nelson on Fox. Weiss then drops Fox face first into the shattered remains of the walls of Richmond's chamber. Notice how I keep Richmond's name in paragraphs, even when he's not currently active? I do that deliberatly. Weiss stands back up and begins violently kicking Fox, who lays on the ground clutching at an eye. Drake moves as though he's going to intervine, but stops himself. Once Weiss has kicked Fox enough that Fox stops moving, Weiss turns his back on Fox, and heads for the weed whacker. Weiss bends over and grabs it.*

Steven: Somebody help him!
Iron Mike: Where's your precious l33t to help him?
Steven: Oh yeah, right, like they care about someone else.

*Before Weiss can stand up, however, Fox has sprung from his prone state, charges, headlocks Weiss, and charges head on into what was once Panther's chamber. Fox, with all his might, leaps at it, while holding Weiss' head. Fox and Weiss hit the chamber wall with enough force to shove them both backwards, very hard, but only cracks the wall. Weiss holds his head as Fox still clutches his eye, which is bleeding out of the corner of it. Fox reaches up and grabs the middle rope, and pulls himself up. Fox leans against the ropes, regaining composure, as Weiss turns onto his side and kicks the giant chamber door open, slamming it into the face of a referee who moved to keep it from opening.*

Steven: Good Lord, how many people have to die before someone will control these guys?
Iron Mike: Who cares? Just send in twenty thousand more troops, and watch them all lay down!

*Weiss rolls onto the stairs, and stands up on the second to top one. Weiss steps down them, scowling. Weiss lets his eyes wander the scene in front of him, looking for something more dangerous than a weed whacker to take to Fox. Weiss' search results in him looking back into the chambers, looking displeased with his search. However, before Weiss can take this out on Fox, Strife charges from his leaning on the ropes, flies through the air, and takes Weiss down with a Lou Thesz press. Fox's momentum almost makes him roll, but Fox stops this by driving his face into the ground. Totally deliberatly. Fox fixes himself, and fires off several punches at Weiss' face.*

*Finally Weiss shoves Fox off him. Both quickly get to their feet, and Weiss cuts Fox off with a kick to the stomach, before grabbing his head, and leading him over to the fan rail, and slamming him head first into it. Fox turns around and leans on it. Weiss takes his thumbs and drives them into the bleeding eye of Fox. It isn't until a fan shoves Weiss that Weiss stops trying to pry open Fox's eyeball. Weiss grabs the fan by the throat, leaving Fox a big enough opening to low blow Weiss. Weiss stumbles away from the railing, holding his upper thigh, but refusing to fall down. Fox crawls frantically towards the cage, in an attempt to get the weed whacker.*

Steven: Fox, have some dignity! Fight him WITHOUT the use of those things.
Iron Mike: You're no fun.
Steven: What's fun about a weed whacker to a man's face?
Iron Mike: Let me go get mine, you can find out.
Steven: Why do you hate me?
Iron Mike: You exist.
Steven: That's what Krychek told me on Christmas...

*Fox is at the stairs when Weiss notices. Weiss charges, and arrives in time to drive a knee into the back of Fox's head, sending Fox's face into the steel steps. Weiss stands up, and decides to be cruel, and stomp on Fox's hands. He does so. Fox slips down the stairs, holding his fingers, as Weiss rubs where Fox hit his earlier with the weed whacker. Fox kneels at the side of the stairs, while Weiss grabs the weed whacker. Again it's started up. Weiss again has a grin that only a blind mother could love. Weiss heads towards Fox, and aims the weed whacker at his face. Weiss tries stabbing his face with it, but Fox falls back slightly and shoves the door at Weiss, slamming him in the face, and sending him falling over backwards into the chambers.*

*Fox quickly gets up, and opens the door. Fox grabs the weed whacker, and without hesitation or warning drives it into the face of Weiss. The camera cuts away, to the shocked faces of Drake Love, Panther, the l33t, and fans.*

Steven: GOOD GOD NO!
Iron Mike: HARDER! Don't stop until we can see bone!
Steven: YOU ARE SICK!

*Fox continues cutting away at Weiss' face until Weiss finally hits the weed whacker away. Fox keeps control just long enough for one more swipe, that sends a line of blood stretching the length of the ring, and lets go of the weed whacker, letting it fly out of the chamber. Fox covers. 1...2...3!*

Steven: It's over. Thank whatever diety any of us pray to, it's over.
Iron Mike: C'mon Fox, you can still use it!
Steven: Don't give him ideas! He's already gone crazy.

*The crowd cheers in amazement, as Fox quickly gets up, and backs up to the ropes. Fox leans on it, as referees stare at Weiss, expecting him up immediatly. The three referees outside the chambers talk to each other, and begin to squabble about who should go check on him. Finally Vincent, the in ring referee, steps onto the outside. Vincent gives them the finger before kneeling down beside Weiss. Vincent stands up and raises his arms in an X position. Vincent tells Fox to stay back, and proceeds to step back into the ring. A moment or so later, EMTs rush out with that wheely bed thing. A minute or so later, Weiss is on the stretcher, and being pushed to the back. The cage door closes and locks behind him.*

*Drake Love steps into the ring, and sprints up behind Fox. Drake stares at Weiss, as Panther sneaks into the ring. Panther charges over and clubs Drake, sending him into Fox. Fox is shoved forward a few feet before regaining his balance. Panther squats behind Drake, preparing for a move, figuring Drake will turn around soon. Fox turns around, and questions Drake. Drake tries explaining, but Fox shoves him. Krychek and Richmond quickly talk, and both climb up different turnbuckles. The l33t quickly begin scaling the wires as Drake shoves Fox, and tries explaining again, but gets punched for it. Drake stumbles around, and Panther springs up, grabs Drake and works his Black Magic on him.*

Steven: Black Magic on the champion!

*Fox steps into the ring, and rushes past Panther as he was getting up. Fox leaps, and spears Richmond off of the wires into a spinebuster. Krychek drops off the wires, landing on his feet. Krychek runs up to Fox as he gets back to his feet. Krychek steps up Fox and enziguris him. Krychek gets back to his feet, and Panther charges over. Panther levels Krychek with a few elbows before, grabbing him for a Black Magic. Before it can be hit, however, Richmond throws a foot up into his groin. Richmond quickly gets up, and Krychek slinks away from Panther. Richmond whips Panther into the corner, and runs up to him, kneeing him in the stomach. Richmond pulls Panther away, and heaves himself onto the second rope. Richmond leaps forward, lands the Koopa Killer to the back of his head, and uses it as a springboard to the middle of the wires.*

Steven: He's going for the title!
Iron Mike: Fox, get the weed whacker!
Steven: Thank you deranged Bubba Ray.

*Richmond frantically tries to undo the title, but Drake and Krychek have both gotten up. Drake charges up and with one arm, grabs Richmond around the waist and shoves him down to the mat. Krychek climbs onto the back of Drake, and leaps onto the wires. Krychek, unlike Richmond, gets on top of the X, and tries undoing the title. Fox and Panther arrive back on their feet, and Fox quickly climbs up the turnbuckle, aiming to go after Krychek quickly. Drake runs up, and grabs Fox's back, and tosses him off. Drake begins climbing up, as Panther leaps, trying to grab one of Krychek's legs. Fox is back on his feet, and charges over to Drake, but is tackled by Panther. Panther watches as Drake scales across the wires to Krychek. Richmond charges over to Drake, and leaps onto his legs, trying to stop Drake. Drake, however, keeps scaling.*

*Panther charges, and spears Richmond off of Drake, knowing someone needs to stop Krychek. Drake arrives at the wires, and pulls himself up to meet Krychek, eye to eye. Krychek stares for a moment before Drake grabs Krychek's head like Krychek did earlier, and falls down. However, Krychek isn't heavy like Drake to keep them up there, and Krychek is snap suplexed from the wires. Panther then grabs Drake and pulls him up. Panther kicks Drake in the stomach, and front facelocks him for a ddt. As Panther goes to drop, Fox surprises him with a bulldog, saving Drake. Fox gets back up, and Drake stands up straight. Their eyes meet for a moment, as Richmond pulls himself up. Drake and Fox look over at Richmond, who quickly finds Krychek on the floor. Richmond turns his back, and quickly climbs up a turnbuckle. Fox goes to grab Richmond, but is clubbed from behind by Drake.*

*Richmond, not going for the title, quickly heaves himself onto the chamber that Fox should have been in, and stands up, watching as Drake kicks Fox while he's down. Drake pulls Fox to his feet. Drake front facelocks Fox, as Panther is beginning to get up. Drake takes a second to kick him back down, before turning back to Fox, and being shoulder back tossed over the ropes, onto the steel. Drake feels his back in pain, as Fox steps through the ropes, and kicks Drake in the face. Fox grabs Drake's head and pulls him up. Drake shoves Fox backwards into the ropes. Fox comes back and shoves Drake backwards. Drake bounces off the steel with little pain, and takes a kick to the stomach from Fox. Before Fox can preform a move, Panther is up, and has punched him in the back of the head.*

*Fox bends over, and holds his head as Drake holds his stomach. Richmond steps up to the edge of the chamber he's on, and leaps off. Richmond tries for a dual Koopa Killer on Fox and Drake, but both move out of the way. Richmond sinks to his knees, and holds his knees. Drake and Fox pull Richmond to his feet, and charge him across that part of the outside, tossing him through Fox's chamber wall. Meanwhile, Panther has pulled Krychek to his feet. Panther whips Krychek to the ropes. Krychek comes back, and Panther heaves him up for a powerslam, but Krychek slips off behind him. Krychek quickly pulls Panther down into a school boy. 1...2...kick out.*

Steven: Two count!
Iron Mike: Yes, there's a sign in the crowd to that effect.
Steven: Really? We finally got the Two Count Sign Guy here?
Iron Mike: Yes, but if he uses it again, I'm getting rid of him. Weiss style.
Steven: You're going to brutally rape him?
Iron Mike: ...

*Thump. Fox and Drake have resumed fist fighting as Panther and Krychek get up quickly. Krychek dives for the ground and sweeps his legs around, trying to trip Panther, but Panther jumps over it. Krychek is quick to his feet, and Panther tries a drop toe hold, but Krychek rolls forward to his feet. Both get up, and charge at each other. Krychek ducks a Panther clothesline, and proceeds to jump over the top rope, and halts his momentum. Panther and Krychek turns around. Panther charges, and leaps onto the top rope. Krychek moves out of the way, Panther turns and leaps onto the wires. Panther begins scaling across. Fox and Drake finally end their stalemate of punches by Fox ducking one, hooking Drake's arm, and spinning him around, before being clotheslined by Drake.*

*Drake stumbles up to the ropes, getting tired due to being one of the first people in. Drake climbs up a turnbuckle, and begins scaling across the wires, as Panther arrives in the middle. Richmond slowly pulls himself up in the chamber, feeling his face and chest from where he hit. Drake arrives in the middle of the wires with Panther, as Krychek steps up to the ropes. Panther swings by one arm and elbows Drake in the face. Richmond stumbles out of the chamber, carefully stepping over Fox. Richmond steps up to the ropes as well. Krychek uncharacteristically springs up to the top rope and lunges off at Panther. Krychek catches him and falls down, bringing Panther down with a complete shot. The crowd boos Krychek, and boos even louder as Richmond springs up, and lunges off at Drake, dragging him down with a superPWN3d!.*

Iron Mike: YES! Richmond finally did something worth watching.
Steven: Bite your tongue.

*Both Krychek and Richmond get up, and laugh with the other. Richmond offers a handshake, Krychek takes the hand and promptly kicks Richmond in the stomach. Not that Richmond wasn't planning the same. Krychek ducks behind Richmond, and heaves him up for the Ultimecia. Richmond struggles, and comes off Krychek's back, pulling him into a reverse headlock. Richmond swings his arm for the Headshot, but Krychek twists, and heaves him up for the Kingdom's Fall. Richmond kicks his legs and lands behind Krychek, on his feet. Richmond grabs his head and lunges his feet at the turnbuckle. Richmond kicks off, and goes for the PWN3d!, but Krychek shoves him off. Richmond reaches up and grabs the wires, but comes down with enough force that his fingers slip. Richmond clutches his shoulder, and howls in pain.*

*Fox Strife pulls himself up on the outside, as Panther and Drake are stirring. Krychek bends over Richmond, concerned for his friend, and takes a kick to the stomach. Richmond rolls up onto his shoulders, and kicks up, onto Krychek's shoulders, and hurricanranas him. Richmond uses the momentum to spring up to his feet, and notices Panther and Drake getting up. Richmond stands in a corner, and stomps the mat. Richmond continues stomping the mat as they get up. Richmond side steps for a Headkicker on Panther, as he turns around. Panther catches the leg, and falls backwards, twisting to keep Richmond's momentum going. Richmond is flung into the awaiting arms of Drake, who belly to belly suplexes him.*

*Fox Strife steps into the ring, and charges across at Panther, as he got back up. Fox shoulder blocks Panther into a corner, and turns to Drake as he gets up. Fox levels him a few times before whipping him across the ring. Drake comes back and into a dropkick from Fox. Fox gets up, and raises his arms in celebration. Panther heaves himself onto the top rope, as Krychek gets onto his knees behind Fox. Krychek violently throws an arm up between Fox's legs. Fox's celebration is cut short as he yelps. Krychek crawls out from behind Fox, and Panther lunges forward, taking Fox down with the Panther Strike. Richmond and Krychek get to their feet, Richmond complaining about his back, to which Krychek gives him the finger. Panther covers Fox. 1...2...3!*

Steven: Panther defeats Fox Strife!
Iron Mike: I told him to get the weed whacker. Had he listened, he'd be champion by now.
Steven: Some people have MORALS.
Iron Mike: This from the man that champions the stable that wants California to fall into the ocean.
Steven: I never said that I had morals.
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*Panther quickly gets up, and Krychek lunges with a kick to his stomach. Krychek applies a head and wing catch. Richmond runs up and lands an enziguri to fuel the complete shot, completing the Chef's Knife. Krychek and Richmond pull themselves up as Vincent begins dragging Fox to the chamber door. Krychek and Richmond plot for a moment before they walk over to Drake and pull him up. Krychek heaves him up onto his shoulders for the Kingdom's Fall as Richmond climbs onto a turnbuckle. Richmond leaps off and lands a Koopa Killer to Drake's back, twists, and begins to preform the System Crash. However, in mid-flight towards Panther, Richmond grabs the X-wires, and heaves himself on top of it. Richmond begins fumbling with the title, as Krychek turns around to hit Drake with the Kingdom's Fall, and notices Richmond.*

*Krychek, cursing under the weight of Drake, shoves his upper body into the air and falls back towards wires. Drake catches the wires, as Krychek fell back to the mat. Drake climbs towards Richmond. Panther begins getting up, as Richmond notices Drake. Richmond throws a leg into the face of Drake. Richmond begins fumbling with the title again, as Drake grabs his tights. Drake heaves his legs onto the wires, and then applies a katahajime. Richmond flails around. Krychek watches as Richmond curses loudly. Krychek watches with such amusement, he fails to see Panther get up, and spear him down. Panther covers. 1...2...kick out.*

Steven: Two count!
Iron Mike: That's it. The sign guy is dying.
Steven: Wouldn't you get arrested?
Iron Mike: Good point... But I have to hit someone. Say something stupid.
Steven: Something stupid.

*Thump. Panther gets up, and climbs a set of turnbuckles. Panther leaps across, and scales towards the title, watching as Drake chokes out Richmond. Panther arrives near the title, and Drake heaves Richmond to the side, hanging him on another wire. Drake scoots forward, and punches Panther. Panther swings by one arm again, and slugs Drake. Drake scoots forward more and kicks Panther in the face. Panther grabs the leg after being kicked with it, swings forward, grabs the other leg of Drake, and falls down towards the mat. Drake's testicles meet wires, and Drake growls in pain. Panther lands on the mat, on his feet, and waits as Drake falls off the wires. Panther quickly climbs back up the turnbuckles, and scales across again as Krychek gets up.*

Steven: I'm getting tired of you hitting me.

*Thump. Krychek charges over, but is kicked in the face by Panther, knocking him back down. Panther arrives at the wires, and begins trying to take the title down, as Richmond scoots himself over on the wires. Richmond kicks him in the face, and Panther clubs him in the back. Panther continues trying to get the title as Richmond grabs another wire, and swings himself down. Richmond kicks Panther in the face, and Panther kicks him in the chest. Richmond kicks him in the gut, and swings his legs forward. Richmond wraps his legs around Panther's head, and falls, trying for a hurricanrana, but Panther keeps the wires in his hands, resulting in Richmond hanging upside down from Panther's neck. Krychek pulls himself up, as Drake is using the ropes to pull himself back up.*

Steven: Goddamnit Mike, stop tha...

*Thump. Krychek runs up and low blows Panther, resulting in Panther dropping, and Richmond landing on his head. Krychek holds his back in pain, and turns into a punch to the stomach from Drake. Drake then applies the katahajime again, but remains standing as aposed to falling back. Krychek fails around, trying to get out of it. Krychek lunges for the ropes and gets a leg hooked around the middle rope. Vincent, however, tells Krychek that there aren't any rope breaks, resulting in Krychek trying to curse amidst his wind pipe being cut off. Krychek struggles as Drake is enjoying choking someone far too much. Drake shouts in Krychek's ear about "how's this for ending your career."*

Iron Mike: C'MON! END IT! Weiss can survive that, I need someone to stop their career tonight!

*Thump.*

Steven: I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING THAT TIME!

*Thump. Krychek, lunges at Vincent, using Drake's head to hit Vincent. Vincent drops and Drake releases the hold, and holds his head. Krychek gasps for air. Drake recomposes, and grabs Krychek again, but Krychek mule kicks Drake. Drake's numb from the waist down, however, and it isn't as effective as it would have been before Panther's wire incident. It does buy Krychek enough time to lung at the ropes, rebound, fly into the air, and headbutt Drake down. Richmond and Panther are pulling themselves up. Panther lunges and kicks Richmond in the knee, resulting in Richmond collapsing again. Krychek pulls himself up, and he and Panther head to different corners.*

*Krychek and Panther start climbing across the wires, fully aware of the other's presence. They arrive in the middle, and Krychek kicks at Panther as Panther punches. Richmond rolls onto the outside, and slowly pulls himself up. Krychek stuns Panther long enough to throw his legs up onto a set of wires. Krychek grabs the title, as does Panther. They struggle with the title, eventually unhooking it. Panther and Krychek struggle, trying to take the title from the other. Finally, without warning, Richmond flies through the air, and steals it out of their grasp. Richmond rolls, clutching the title, as Panther looks out raged, and Krychek hangs by his legs, slightly amused.*

Steven: Richmond wins!
Iron Mike: Did the referee notice?
Steven: It doesn't matter, he won.
Iron Mike: Oh shut up.

*Richmond gets up and dances around, holding the title in the air, but after a few seconds, notices his music isn't playing. Richmond looks at the referee, who is still down. Which amuses Krychek even more. Richmond grabs Vincent's shirt and shakes him, trying to wake him up. Panther drops from the wires, and charges over to Richmond, violently clubbing him in the back. Drake begins pulling himself up, and notices the title on the ground. Drake, confused, just lunges forward and grabs his title. Drake holds it up as Panther kicks Richmond in the side. Panther looks for the title, and notices Drake's standing. Panther hesitates only long enough to notice the title, and then lunges at Drake, but takes a shot to the face. Panther begins bleeding from the forehead.*

Iron Mike: Blood! And it's about damn time.
Steven: What, the line of Weiss' drying blood on the mat isn't enough for you?
Iron Mike: There's never enough blood.
Steven: Only Weiss and the Red Cross agree with you.

*Drake holds his title up to a cheer from the crowd. Drake heads to wake Vincent up, but is cut off by a swinging dropkick from Krychek. Krychek lands on his back. Krychek slowly begins pulling himself up, grabbing an end of the title as he arrives on his feet. Richmond lunges from his prone position, grabs Krychek's head and quickly PWN3d!s him. Richmond grabs the title, apparently forgetting that pain exists, and runs for a corner. Drake slowly begins getting up, as Panther does so as well, paying attention to the bleeding. Krychek just lays there. Because he was PWN3d!.*

*Richmond stands on a corner, and tosses the title onto Fox's chamber. Richmond heaves himself up, and clutches his title on top of a chamber, figuring he can see anyone that tries to get it from him. Drake arrives on his feet, and walks up to the chamber that Richmond is on. Drake looks up, and tries convincing Richmond to come down. Richmond shakes his head furiously, saying that he won't come down. Vincent begins to stir, and Drake promptly kicks him, sending him rolling to the middle of a side of the ring. Panther pulls himself up, and watches the actions at the chamber, plotting a move. Drake climbs onto the corner and grabs the title. Richmond and Drake start a tug of war over it.*

Iron Mike: What the hell is Richmond thinking? He will never get that from Drake's grasp.
Steven: You're right... Go for the groin!

*Richmond, however, is obviously not as strong as Drake, and Drake rips the title from his hands. Vincent begins trying to get up again, feeling his ribs from where Drake kicked him, scowling at Drake, but not noticing the title. Richmond immediatly kicks Drake in the face, and then notices Vincent. Richmond, without warning, lunges at Vincent, and lands a Shawn Michaels-esque elbow to the referee. The crowd cheers and boos at the same time, as Richmond sacrificed his position to get the title back, to keep the referee from calling Drake Love the winner.*

Steven: HE ELBOW DROPPED THE REFEREE!
Iron Mike: And I enjoy Richmond more now.

*Richmond flops over, holding his elbow. Drake heaves himself onto the chambers like Richmond did, but much more coolly, not paranoid. Drake leans back against the cage, and watches as Panther stares at him. Panther glares up at Drake, and nods, trying to come up with a plan. Krychek slowly begins pulling himself up. Richmond shakes off his elbow's pain from coming into the bluntness of the referee's chest, and uses the ropes to pull himself up. Panther leans in a corner, and watches as Richmond scowls up at Drake. Krychek is on one knee, and working on his way to his feet, when Panther walks over, grabs his arm and yanks him to his feet. Krychek shoves Panther away, and raises his fists, prepared to try and stun Panther, but Panther holds his hands up, and tells Krychek to cool it.*

*Krychek glances over at Richmond, trying to assess the situation, as Panther begins talking to Krychek, making gestures at Drake. Richmond walks over to them, and the l33t and Panther talk about something. Drake glares, highly suspicious of why they're talking and not beating the crap out of each other. Richmond cuts off a Panther speech, resulting in frustration from Panther.*

Iron Mike: What are they talking about?
Steven: I don't know, but it's probably not good for Drake.

*The group finally appears pleased with something, and they share a round of high fives, before Richmond and Krychek step onto the outside, on either side of the chamber Drake is on. Krychek and Richmond climb up sides of the walls, and Drake is quick to slug Krychek once he gets up there. Krychek sways a bit as Drake reaches over and slugs Richmond. Krychek jabs Drake in the side, and Drake elbows Krychek. Drake prepares for a more powerful elbow, as Panther, as agile as a cat, runs up the corner, leaps up and punches Drake. Drake leans back against the chamber wall, not of his own accord this time. Richmond climbs up onto the chamber, as Krychek climbs up some. Richmond grabs Drake's head and his pants, as Krychek moves his head between Richmond's legs. Krychek kicks off from the wall, plants his legs on the chamber wall, and stretches out, preforming a 1,000,000 Needles(Totempoleplex) to Drake, to the steel floor.*

Steven: GOOD GOD HE'S DEAD!
Iron Mike: That's awesome. It really is.
Steven: He could have serious, perhaps FATAL injuries?
Iron Mike: I'm already happy, stop trying to make me happier.

*The crowd goes crazy as the l33t sprawl out, feeling their backs. Panther, grabs the title that Drake left on top of the chamber, and grins, looking at it. Panther hops down off the corner, and looks at it. Panther walks over to the referee, and shakes him, trying to wake him up. Richmond, looks up and notices Panther trying to revive the referee. Richmond shoves himself up with his hands, side steps and lands the Headkicker to Panther. Richmond collapses back to the ground, clutching his back, as Panther falls over backwards, tossing the title as he fell. Vincent, however, has begun to get up, awoken by Panther's shaking. Vincent uses the ropes to pull himself up, and holds his chest. Vincent looks around, noticing the title down, and all four people down.*

*Vincent quickly jogs over to the door of the structure, as Krychek begins using the chain wall to pull himself up. Krychek leans against the wall as Vincent talks to the referees outside the chamber. Krychek takes a step away from the wall, wincing heavily. Krychek quickly leans against Fox's chamber, and takes small steps to the ropes, and steps through, still wincing. Panther rolls onto his side and coughs. Krychek takes small steps, but tries picking up his pace across the ring, where he grabs a strap of the title, and falls down to his knees. Richmond crawls to a corner of the ring, and lays his upper body on the bar, and looks over as the referee is up, and Krychek has the title.*

Steven: The hour mark has JUST passed. These guys have been going at it for an hour.
Iron Mike: And they're mostly dead. This is great.
Steven: You really have to wonder how much they have left.
Iron Mike: I hope a lot more, I expect more people to be bleeding.
Steven: You're a sick, sick man.

*Krychek crawls to the bottom rope by Vincent, and rolls over it. Krychek pulls himself to his feet again, and stumbles up to Vincent, as he turns back to the ring. Krychek grabs his shirt, and shows him the title, expecting to be named the winner. Vincent rips the championship from Krychek's hands, shocking Krychek. Krychek gets frustrated as Vincent orders the other three referees to get a ladder, and get into the cage. One grabs a ladder, and all three get into the cage, shutting the door behind them. The one carrying the ladder sets it over the ropes, and Vincent steps back into the ring, as Richmond and Panther arrive back on their feet, and Drake has rolled onto his stomach, and is working on getting onto his hands and knees.*

*Richmond and Krychek step into the ring. Richmond questions what's going on as Vincent takes the ladder to the middle of the ring and sets it up. Vincent looks at the referees and orders them to take his place in calling the winner if he goes down again. Vincent takes a couple of steps up the ladder, and Richmond stumbles up to him, and asks what's going on. Vincent explains that he's putting the title back up, much to the dismay of Krychek, Panther, and Richmond, meanwhile Drake is still quite dazed from the 1,000,000 Needles. Vincent gets to the top of the ladder and reapplies the title. The second the button is snapped, Richmond dives across the ring, and begins elbowing Panther's face. Krychek, however, quickly walks up to Vincent, and bends him over backwards over his shoulders. Krychek leaps down with the Ultimecia. Krychek stands up, and then quickly begins going up the ladder.*

Iron Mike: And there's a reason to like Krychek.
Steven: I agree.

*Richmond gets Panther into a corner, spins around and slams the side of Panther's head with an enziguri. Drake, on the outside, as arrived back on his feet, after eight minutes of laying down. Drake shakes his head, trying to shake off the headache. Richmond notices Krychek on the ladder, climbing for the title. Richmond charges to the ropes closes to the ladder, and leaps onto the top rope. Richmond leaps backwards, and twists, crossbodying Krychek off the ladder. Drake walks up to the ropes and steps through, not noticing Panther's leaning in the corner. Richmond gets up, and notices Drake heading for him. Richmond steps behind the ladder, and they circle around the ladder. Richmond tries desperatly to keep the ladder between them.*

*Finally Drake gets tired of circling and stops, letting Richmond almost circle around to him. Richmond grabs the ladder, and slides under it, onto his back. Richmond kicks Drake in the stomach, but Drake grabs the foot. Drake shoves it, and Richmond rolls under the ladder to his feet. Richmond tries shoving the ladder, but Drake catches it and pushes it. Richmond's feet slip, and he is pushed under the bottom rope. Richmond is quick to his feet, and grabs the top of the ladder as it rested against the top rope. Drake moves towards the ropes. Richmond stands up, grabs the top of the ladder, pushes it down to lift the bottom up, and turns it, letting the legs of one side of the ladder hit Drake in the back of the head, dropping him to his hands and knees.*

Steven: Concussion. Drake Love HAS GOT to have a concussion after this.
Iron Mike: If he's lucky.

*Richmond sets the ladder back up, and springs up to the top rope. Richmond springs up onto the ladder, and lunges to the side, landing on top of the wires. Panther quickly charges over to the ladder as Richmond begins fumbling with the title. Panther folds up the ladder, and suplexes it onto Richmond's back. Richmond stops trying to get the title, and simply whimpers. Panther gets up, and positions the ladder leaning against a wire of the X and begins climbing up, as Drake and Krychek begin getting up. Krychek stumbles over to Drake and kicks him in the stomach. Drake falls to one knee, as Krychek bends over, just taking a breather. Drake uses one hand to push Krychek backwards, but Krychek keeps himself on his feet.*

*Panther arrives on the top of the ladder, and heaves himself onto the wires. Panther scoots towards Richmond, and shoves him off. Panther sits up on the wires, and reaches for the title, trying to unhook it. Krychek stumbles over to Richmond, and checks on him. Drake gets on his feet, and stumbles to the corner that Richmond's chamber is in, and leans in the corner, surveying everything. Krychek notices the ladder and Panther, and quickly runs up the ladder. Panther sits up, Krychek grabs his head and flips over, taking Panther over with a variation of the Magitek, off the wires, to the mat below. Krychek rolls to the bottom rope and clutches it.*

Steven: Magitek! The RAREST move in Krychek's arsenal.

*Panther coughs some more, as Drake reaches down and grabs a fistful of his hair. Drake pulls him up, and grabs his arms. Drake shoves him away, and then pulls him back into a bear hug. Drake then heaves Panther up and over, sending him through the last pexi-glass panel of Richmond's chamber, with a belly to belly suplex. Drake pulls himself up, as Richmond is using the ropes to pull himself up. Drake stomps over to him, and takes a leaping calf kick to the face. Drake stumbles but doesn't fall. Richmond pulls himself back up, but Drake grabs him around the throat. Drake heaves him up and throws him down over the ropes, on the steel floor with a chokeslam.*

Iron Mike: YES! Richmond is down!
Steven: Cold, unforgiving steel broke his fall!

*Krychek has gotten back to his feet. Krychek charges at the ladder, and spears it into Drake. Drake leans against the ropes as Krychek kicks the ladder into him several times until Drake back hands the ladder, knocking Krychek and the ladder over. Drake walks over to Krychek and grabs a fistful of his hair before he can get back up by himself. Krychek cuts him off with a few punches to the stomach, followed by a headbutt. Krychek slows down considerably after this flurry of movement, and quickly tries an STO, but can't shove Drake down. Krychek changes it into a head and wing catch and tries a complete shot, but his grip slips, and Drake doesn't fall.*

*Drake tries stomping Krychek, but Krychek rolls out of the way and to his feet. Krychek kicks him in the stomach. Krychek quickly leans the ladder in the corner, and then heaves Drake onto his shoulders. Krychek goes for the Kingdom's Fall, but Drake slips off his back. Krychek turns to Drake and takes a kick to the stomach. Drake grabs his hands like he did Panther, and shoves him away. Drake yanks him back and belly to belly suplexes Krychek. Krychek twists to the side in the air, and slams hip-first into the ladder. Krychek falls onto the outside, and Drake pulls himself up, fast. Drake then stumbles from a head rush. Drake grabs the ladder and takes it over to the middle of the wires, and leans it against a wire. Drake climbs up the ladder, and begins fumbling with the title. A few seconds later, Drake takes the championship off the wires, and raises it up. The bell rings.*

Steven: DRAKE LOVE HAS WON!
Iron Mike: I think these men deserve everyone in the arena to stand up and applaud. I don't think they killed themselves enough, but they killed themselves a lot.

*Drake Love's music begins to play, and the crowd stands up, and cheers as the show comes to a close.*

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