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                           American Wrestling Alliance
                                 Proudly Presents
                         AWA Saturday Night Wrestling

                           Live from the WKIK Studios
                                    Dallas, Texas
                               November 7th, 2009
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[As we fade in, we hear the closing theme to the Fishing With Orlando
Wilson show as the shot starts to fade.  It is replaced with footage
marked "TWO WEEKS AGO!" where we see "Superstar" Kevin Slater standing
in the ring.  Pure X is in the ring as well, ready for a fight as he
stands between Slater and the downed Maniac Jack.]

GM:  Oh yeah!  That's what these fans want to see!  Not some stupid skit
with Slater reliving 1997 - they want to see Slater vs Pure X and they
want to see it RIGHT!  NOW!

[Kevin Slater throws the mic aside, glaring at Pure X, balling up his
fists...

...and then laughing his head off as Shane Destiny sprints from the
locker room, diving headfirst under the bottom rope, and DRILLS Pure X
in the back of the head with a clothesline!]

GM:  OHH!  Destiny!

BW:  He's got a match tonight, Gordo!  But he's still making time to
stomp Pure X's skull into the canvas!

[The crowd is jeering wildly as Shane Destiny kicks and stomps Pure X
down on the mat while Kevin Slater stands across the ring and looks on.]

GM:  Destiny drags X off the mat...

[Hooking Pure X around the thighs, Destiny hoists him up and dumps him
down in an inverted atomic drop that is IMMEDIATELY followed up with a
running clothesline that knocks X down to the mat again.]

GM:  Pure X got caught offguard by Shane Destiny and the man who EARNED
the nickname Legend Killer is working him over!  

[Hooking on to the top rope, Destiny firmly plants his boot on the
windpipe of Pure X, pushing down to strangle the air out of the young
upstart while Destiny screams at him.]

GM:  Can we get some help out here?  Can we-

[The crowd roars as Destiny lets up for a moment...

...and Pure X uses that moment to grab Destiny's leg, ripping it out
from under him as he grabs for his foot!]

GM:  THE X!  THE X!  

[But the standing anklelock is cut short as Kevin Slater BLASTS Pure X
in the back of the head with a running forearm smash.  He quickly hooks
X in a front facelock...

...and puts him right down on the mat next to Maniac Jack with a
CattleBuster DDT!]

GM:  OHHHHH!  Come on!

[Shane Destiny slowly gets to his feet, glaring at the downed Pure X. 
He switches his gaze to Kevin Slater, giving the fellow rulebreaker a
quick nod before making his exit from the ring.]

GM:  Shane Destiny is walking out of here but the damage has been done,
Bucky.

BW:  Shane Destiny just showed exactly WHY he's one of the most feared
men in the business.  He showed exactly why he wasn't afraid to go
toe-to-toe with Tumaffi!

GM:  And now what is Slater doing?

[The Superstar retrieves the fallen mic, moving over the downed Pure X
and leaning over him.]

KS:  Hey, kid... consider your challenge accepted.

See you in two weeks.

[Slater straightens up, dropping the mic down on the chest of Pure X
before turning to leave the ring as the shot freezes before slowly
fading to the sounds of "One More Saturday Night" by the Grateful Dead.

A large white map of the United States fills the screen as the music
plays.  The shot zooms through the map, different states "popping up"
into view as we race past them.  As we pull back from the map, it no
longer is white but rather made up of the Stars and Stripes.

The map goes into a spin, spinning round and round as we zoom all the
way into it, dissolving into a few slow motion shots of animated men
battling in a red, white, and blue ring.  The animation runs through
various wrestling moves from an atomic drop to a bodyslam to a
piledriver.

And as the blue animaniac applies a clawhold on the white animaniac, we
freeze and the AWA logo fills the screen.

After a moment, we fade away from the cheaply done intro to the interior
of the WKIK Studios in Dallas, Texas.  The back wall is covered with
various flags from around the world.  The bleachers on three sides of
the ring stand a little taller, helping to fit a few more people into
the building.  The ring is sporting red, white, and blue ropes with
matching buckles and is lookin' good, yo.

A quick cut reveals our announce area - a brand new blue and white
backdrop with a television screen currently displaying the AWA logo
behind our announce duo.  They stand behind a small wooden podium, all
grins as the fans cheer.

One is clad in a dark navy suit, white dress shirt, and red and white
striped tie.  He sports nicely-styled salt and pepper hair and a
well-groomed moustache.  He grips a wireless mic in his hand, grinning
widely at the camera.  In his late-50's and the epitome of
professionalism, this man is Gordon Myers.

By his side is... well, somewhat a bit more flashy.  With a mic in one
hand and a glitter covered briefcase in the other, this man is paunchy
to say the least.  He's got a decent sized gut pushing at the buttons on
his lime green dress shirt underneath an eye-burning yellow jacket.  His
black hair is tousled in all directions like he hasn't run a comb
through it in his life.  He's in his late 30's... he's former manager
"Big Bucks" Bucky Wilde.]

GM:  Good evening, fans, and welcome to another edition of AWA Saturday
Night Wrestling featuring all the stars of the American Wrestling
Alliance, _the_ major league of professional wrestling.  Bucky Wilde,
this is going to be one heck of a night!

BW:  You'd better believe it, daddy!  And after the bombshell I dropped
two weeks ago on the entire wrestling business, the eyes of the
wrestling world are LOCKED on the AWA, Gordo.  You can thank me later.

GM:  Your news two weeks ago certainly did make headlines.  Mark
Langseth has signed his contract and is now a member of the AWA active
roster!  

BW:  Hall of Famer Mark Langseth, Gordo!

GM:  That's for sure.  We'll have more on that later tonight but what
about our Main Event, Bucky.  "Superstar" Kevin Slater is all that
stands between Pure X and the #7 spot in the AWA Top Ten rankings!

BW:  All?  All?  That's a two-time former World Champion you're talkin'
'bout, Gordo.  Pure X is a wet-behind-the-ears kid who hasn't sniffed a
Main Event yet.  And even if he gets past Slater, he's picked a fight
with Shane Destiny!  This kid is nuts!

GM:  You can not doubt the courage of Pure X, fans.  But that's later
tonight.  In addition, we've got Shaw vs Velikov... Bailey Fitzgerlad
challenging MAMMOTH Mizusawa again... Adrian Freeman is here... Shane
Taylor, Aaron Anderson, so, so many more.  Plus, I'll be talking with
Raphael Rhodes later as well!  But coming up first...

[The opening horns of "They Reminisce Over You" by Pete Rock & C.L.
Smooth begins to play over the PA system as the crowd erupts into
cheers.] 

GM:  And that music can only mean one man, Bucky.  The Number One
Contender for the AWA National Title, Juan Vasquez, is heading for the
ring!

BW:  Yeah, he is.  And he's finally going to tell the world exactly when
he's cashing in his shot at the champ.  After weeks of ducking, hiding,
and backjumping, he's finally gotta tell us what's going through his
head, Gordo.

[Big cheer! Juan Vasquez steps through the curtains with a determined
look on his face. He is dressed in his trademark white tracksuit w/
black trim.  He pauses at the top of the aisle and places his hands on
his hips, surveying the crowd. Cracking a smile, he makes his way down
the aisle, slapping a few of the outstretched hands from the crowd
before rolling under the ropes into the ring.  He reaches through the
ropes, grabbing an offered mic from Melissa Cannon before straightening
up, walking around the ring to address the fans.]

JV: If you didn't hear, I've got a slightly important announcement to
make. A little something involving the terms of my title shot.

[The cheers almost drown him out, but Juan just smiles with approval.]

JV: You're all smart people, so I'm pretty sure all of y'all already
know when and where I want my title shot. But before I make everything
nice and official, I suppose the big question left is *how* do I want my
title shot?

[Juan taps a finger to his chin and feigns deep thought.]

JV: Hmmmm...Well, that was a tough one for me, folks, 'cause there were
*so* many options. Seriously, the last thing a man like Stevie Scott
would ever want to give to a man like me, is a choice. After all, giving
me the ability to choose, is giving me the ability...

....to control.

[That tone of voice he just used was filled with nothing but bad
intentions, which of course, absolutely delights the fans.]

JV: So while I was thinking of making the match the most torturous,
painful, bloody, life-shortening experience possible...I had to realize
that wasn't the way to hurt you, Stevie. That wasn't gonna' satisfy
anybody who wants to see you humiliated like the cowardly dog you are.
Breaking bones is your thing... 

[A smirk.]

JV: ...but breaking spirits is mine. 

[Which becomes a full-fledged smile.]

JV: And what's the cruelest, deepest, most painful wound that I inflict
on your pride and ego? It ain't tearing your shoulder outta' your
socket. It ain't compressing your vertebrae with a piledriver. It ain't
being the same lowdown, dirty snake that you've been ever since you took
that National title.

[Juan shakes his head.] 

JV: Nope...it's a matter of skill and ability. It's beating you
one-on-one in a straight up match, leaving you weepin' big ol' crocodile
tears with no excuses 'cept for the fact...

[He pauses and shouts his next proclamation, because it's music to his
ears.]

JV: ...that Juan Vasquez is the better man!

[The cheers from the crowd seem to indicate that it's a feeling shared
by many.]

JV: But then I knew that as long as you had Waterson in your corner and
Gary Bright at your side, there was no way I'd ever get a fair match
outta' you.

[The crowd boos, but Juan's smile only grows wider.]

JV: And that's why...I came to this conclusion.

[Juan clears his throat, his voice acquiring a much more "ring
announcer" tone to it.]

JV: On November 26th, 2009...at the Dallas Memorial Auditorium...in
front of God, country and the world...

JUAN VASQUEZ DOES BATTLE WITH STEVIE SCOTT FOR THE AWA NATIONAL TITLE!!!

[The crowd roars with cheers, but Juan holds up a finger, as if to say,
"Not so fast!" They quiet down quickly, anticipating Vasquez's
stipulations.]

JV: ...With Ben Waterson, bound, gagged and _locked_ inside a cage
suspended above the ring!

[Another loud roar of approval meets this announcement. However, Juan
holds up his hand for quiet once more. He's still got more!]

JV: And that ain't all, folks! 'Cause I ain't sure how much of him is
gonna' be left after Tumaffi gets done with him, but not only are we
gonna have Waterson locked away, but I'm gonna' have them drag out the
remains of Gary Bright....and I don't care if all there's left of him is
an eye, a nose and three toes! I'm gonna' have them drag him out here
and handcuff him to the ringpost!

[The crowd is giddy with excitement, but you know what? Juan asks for
them to be quiet once more!]

JV: I'm still not done, ya' know.

[A loud cheer. Juan rubs the back of his neck.]

JV: For the last couple of weeks, I've had the dangdest kink in my neck.
Courtesy of a couple o' Stevie's associates. Don't think I forgot about
what you did to me, 'cause the Golden Bomber ain't the only one getting
handcuffed. 

I'm handcuffing the Bishop Boys to the rest of the ringposts!!!

[With each announcement, the crowd's cheers grow larger. However, it
seems that Juan has one last announcement to make? He begins to speak
again, but....]

"NO!  NO!  NO!  NO!  NOOOOO!"

[Cue the jeers of the fans jammed into the WKIK Studios as the voice of
"Agent To The Stars" Ben Waterson rings out over the PA system.  Soon,
the manager walks into view - followed close behind by the Gold Bomber,
Gary Bright and the National Champion, "Hotshot" Stevie Scott.

None look pleased.]

ATTSBW:  Vasquez, you son of a- how dare you?!  HOW DARE YOU?!

[Waterson is all fired up, finger a-pointin' in the direction of the top
challenger to the National Title.]

ATTSBW:  This just goes to PROVE what I've been saying all along.  The
AWA has a CONSPIRACY against the three of us!  A conspiracy!  Why else
would they allow a hooligan like you to set the stipulations for your
title match?

This man...

[He gestures at Bright.]

ATTSBW:  This man who looks like he's chiseled out of marble?  This man
that made God break the mold when he realized he couldn't do better? 
This man who is the FUTURE of our industry?

You want to chain him to a ringpost?

[Waterson shakes his head as a sneering Bright glares a hole straight
through Vasquez.]

ATTSBW:  The Bishops?  The next AWA National Tag Team Champions and
three FINE, UPSTANDING young men?  

You want to chain THEM to a ringpost?

[Waterson continues to shake his head, just getting warmed up.]

ATTSBW:  And me... ME!  THE FINEST MANAGERIAL MIND IN THE BUSINESS!  Not
now, not in the future... EVER, VASQUEZ!  EVER!  

YOU WANT TO GAG ME?!  YOU WANT TO TIE ME UP!?  YOU WANT TO THROW ME IN A
CAGE LIKE A DAMNED ANIMAL?!?

[Waterson is out of control now, literally drooling from the mouth as he
rants and raves...

...until Stevie finally intervenes, standing beside Waterson and putting
his arm on his shoulder while taking the microphone with his other
hand.]

HSS: Hang on, Ben...just hang on and calm down.  You're letting him play
you, man.

[Bright steps up on his other side, taking his run at trying to calm
Waterson down.  Stevie then steps away and points up toward Vasquez
while still looking at his manager.]

HSS: This is what he wants, Ben.  You see...he _knows_ he can't beat me
on talent alone, so he thinks he's got to resort to mind games and
over-the-top stipulations in order to gain the edge.

[Bright nods in agreement as if he's helping Waterson out by doing it.]

HSS:  But you see, Ben, he seems to have forgotten one...small...thing.

[The champ now turns his focus to Vasquez.]

HSS: It's awfully hard to beat the master at his own game.

Juan, Juan, Juan...it's really cute, it is, you standing up there and
telling everyone all these demands you're going to place on this match
between you and me.  Really amusing.  And I'm not out here to say you
don't have the right to do that...

[Stevie pauses, glancing at Waterson.]

HSS: ...to an extent, right, Ben?

[Back to Vasquez.]

HSS:  See, Ben here, he's pretty good at contract law so don't get too
married to the idea that you're going to get all the stipulations you
just rattled off.

But hey, you _do_ have the right to some of them.  Although you've
mentioned handcuffs enough times that I have to admit... it's starting
to make me wonder about some of your relationship with some of your
previous, uh..._partners_.

[Cheap heat!  Whoo!]

HSS:  Now back to the point at hand.  I've noticed, Juan, that you're
standing up there with all your friends.

[Steviegrin~!]

HSS: Have you thought more about that, big man?  Have you pondered who's
going to come your aid, to your rescue when you need it the most?
Because here's the thing.  All those stipulations you're cooking up?
They're not going to make a damn bit of difference...

[Vasquez interrupts!]

JV:  Pop quiz, Hotshot!

[Big grin on the Number One contender's face.]

JV:  You're facing your toughest challenger ever in just three weeks. 
He's already put stipulations in place to take out your loudmouth
manager, your overpumped muscle, AND your hired goons.  And now, he's
about to drop one more surprise on ya...

If you get counted out... if you get disqualified...

That belt is mine!

[Big cheer!]

JV:  What do you do, Stevie?  What do you do?

[An irritated Stevie shakes his head at Vasquez.  The camera overhears a
"Can he REALLY do that?" in Waterson's direction before the champ
continues.]

HSS:  I guess you've thought of everything, Vasquez.  But let me get
back to what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted.  

All your rules... all your gotchas... all your stipulations aren't going
to make a damn bit of difference...

[A glance to Bright.]

HSS: ...if you don't make it to Thanksgiving in one piece.

[And with just the slightest bit of warning, Bright and Scott dive into
the ring.  Vasquez is ready though, dropping the mic and drilling the
rising Bright with a right hand before spinning to the side and
connecting with another haymaker on the National Champion!]

GM:  It's a two on one!  Two on one!  Vasquez is trying to fight them
off!

[Vasquez hits another right hand on Scott, knocking him back a step
before spinning to drill Bright with a forearm that just barely budges
the big muscleman.  The #1 contender turns again, catching a stumbling
Stevie Scott under the arm...

...and tossing him down to the mat with a hiptoss that gets a roar from
the crowd!]

GM:  HIPTOSS!  He takes down the champ and-  OHHHHH!

[The crowd groans as a rushing Bright BLASTS Vasquez with a running
clothesline to the jaw, knocking him flat down to the mat.]

GM:  And the numbers get the edge on Vasquez!  He couldn't hold them off
forever and eventually, you knew Bright and Scott would get the
advantage!

BW:  But what're they gonna do with it, daddy?

GM:  Big stomp by Bright... another...

[After a moment, the champion regains his feet, joining Bright in the
assault on the downed Vasquez, both men stomping the top challenger into
the canvas to the jeers of the crowd...

...which quickly turn into roaring cheers as Eric Matthew Somers and
Dave Cooper come charging out of the entryway area, heading straight for
the ring.  Cooper dives under the bottom rope, fists balled up as Stevie
Scott looks for an exit.]

GM:  ROUGH N READY!  ROUGH N READY!

[The entrance of Eric Matthew Somers into the ring seems to be enough
for Ben Waterson as he screams and shouts, calling for a full retreat of
his men who rejoin him at ringside.  Somers kicks the ropes in
frustration at not being able to get his hands on the duo as Cooper
kneels down, tending to the fallen Vasquez.]

GM:  Bright's out!  Scott's out!  Rough N Ready have cleared house and
we've got ourselves a standoff!  Fans, don't you dare go away, we'll be
right back!

[The camera holds on Eric Matthew Somers who is waving for Bright and
Scott to get back into the ring before fading to black.

After a moment, we fade back up on a very long shot of the exterior of a
pretty dingy looking building.]

"Have you ever dreamed of fame?"

[Cut a little closer.]

"Of glory?"

[A little closer.]

"Of your friends and family seeing you on television?"

[And just a little closer, revealing a red, white, and blue sign that
reads "AWA Combat Corner."]

"Well, now you can make all your dreams come true by signing up today at
the AWA Combat Corner - the official training school for the American
Wrestling Alliance!"

[We cut to the interior of the building where we can see lots of
standard gym equipment surrounding a very basic wrestling ring.  There
are people lifting weights, running on treadmills, and of course,
working out in the ring.]

"With the very best trainers in the business, the AWA Combat Corner is
the most-equipped training facility to get you in shape and get you in
the ring in the shortest amount of time!"

[Cut into the ring where Todd Michaelson is barking out instructions.]

"With former World Champion Todd Michaelson leading the classes, you can
guarantee that you will be prepared for in-ring action upon graduation
and with the AWA expanding by the day, you will have a place to work on
Day One!"

[Two young students are grappling on the canvas.]

"So, stop by the Combat Corner today... call our offices... visit our
website... and let them know that you want to be the next AWA Superstar!
 You want to be the future of the business!

You want to wrestle!"

[Fade to a graphic that has all the info on the AWA Combat Corner.  We
freeze there for a moment...

...and then fade back to live action where we find the... well, the
exact same scene that we left.  Dave Cooper and Eric Matthew Somers are
in the ring, now joined by a standing Juan Vasquez who looks fit to be
tied.  Outside the ring, Bright and Scott are still at ringside,
Waterson standing in front of both men, refusing to let either of them
advance - Bright looking a lot more eager to get into the ring than the
National Champion.]

GM:  Welcome back, fans - and we've still got ourselves a standoff in
the WKIK Studios!  Rough N Ready and Juan Vasquez want the fight to
continue and Waterson's boys don't look so eager!

BW:  Would you be eager to get in there with the numbers against you?

GM:  They sure didn't hesitate when the numbers were in their favor!

BW:  Well, sure.  That's smart, Gordo.  Waterson's the greatest mind in
the history of the business.  You heard the man.

GM:  I don't know about that but-

[Suddenly, the boos intensify as three more men enter the WKIK Studios.]

GM:  Uh oh.

BW:  This just got REAL interesting, Gordo!

[Leading the way is  Cousin Bo with Duane Henry and Cletus Lee Bishop
trailing behind him.  Cousin Bo is all grins as he leads his cousins
from the locker room area, taking a spot next to Waterson.  Cousin Bo
and Waterson exchange words for a moment, all six men huddling up at
ringside...

...and then the Bishops, Gary Bright, and Stevie Scott charge the ring!]

GM:  HERE WE GO!  HERE WE GO!

[Bright is the first one in, Eric Matthew Somers trying to get an edge
with a pounding forearm across the back of the head.  Grabbing Bright by
the head and neck, Somers throws forearm after forearm after forearm
onto his back.  Nearby, Juan Vasquez grabs an incoming Hotshot, spinning
him around backfirst into the corner where he starts lighting him up
with chops across the chest.  Dave Cooper takes the worst of the assault
as both Bishops quickly push him back against the ropes, overwhelming
him with punches and kicks.]

GM:  We've got a Pier Six brawl on our hands, Bucky!

BW:  This is SuperClash come three weeks early, daddy!

[Each man grabbing an arm, the Bishops fire Cooper across the ring,
knocking him flat with a big double back elbow before turning their
attention to Eric Matthew Somers, knocking the big man to a knee with a
double double axehandle!]

BW:  QUADRUPLE AXEHANDLE ON SOMERS!

[With EMS on a knee, the two Bishops work together with the Gold Bomber
to absolutely pummel Somers down to the mat.  Outside the ring, Waterson
is SCREAMING for someone to help Stevie who is getting lit up by the
Number One contender to the National Title.  Cousin Bo echoes the cries,
causing Cletus Lee to peel away from the assault on Somers...

...and DRILL Vasquez in the back with a forearm smash.  He quickly hooks
Vasquez around the waist, hoisting him up in a belly to back lift.]

GM:  Suplex on the- OHHHH!

[The crowd gasps as Cletus Lee drops to a knee, dropping Vasquez down
out of the suplex across the bent knee!]

GM:  What a backbreaker by Cletus Lee Bishop!  

[Cletus Lee takes a moment to wrap his hands around the throat of
Vasquez, strangling him on the canvas as a dazed Stevie Scott wanders
out of the corner, stomping the choking Vasquez repeatedly...

...when suddenly the WKIK Studios crowd goes NUTS!]

GM:  TUMAFFI!  TUMAFFI!  TUMAFFI!

[The massive Samoan comes lumbering out of the entryway, heading as
quickly as he can towards the chaos in the ring.  He nudges past
Waterson and Cousin Bo with a shove...

...which is incentive enough for the dastardly rulebreakers inside the
ring to hit the bricks... quickly.]

GM:  Look at 'em, Bucky!  Runnin' away like thieves in the night!

[By the time Tumaffi gets inside the ring, the only person remaining is
Cletus Lee Bishop who doesn't look too eager to make a run for it...

...but a barrage of shouts from Cousin Bo eventually manages to get him
outside the ring to the jeers of the crowd.  An angry Tumaffi paces back
and forth in front of the ropes, hurling insults in the direction of the
huddled group out on the floor.]

GM:  And Tumaffi is HOT, Bucky!  He wants him a piece of those guys in
the worst possible way!

BW:  It looks like the Gold Bomber and Cletus Lee were willing to give
him all he could handle but Waterson and Cousin Bo got them out of
there.  Smart move, in my opinion.  You can trust a Samoan.  Who knows
what he'd do to get out of the match with the Bomber at SuperClash?

GM:  Give me a break.  Tumaffi is fired up and he's lookin' for a fight!

[After a bit, the other three favorites slowly get to their feet.  Juan
Vasquez is the last to rise, clutching his lower back as he stands.  He
reaches down with a wince, picking up his discarded mic from earlier.]

JV:  You...

[He visibly winces again, grabbing at his back.]

JV:  If it's a fight you boys are looking for... 

[He looks around at the three other men in the ring.]

JV:  You... aghh... you know we're not hard to find!

[Big cheer!  Vasquez nods.]

JV:  In fact... if you want us so bad...

[He looks around at the crowd... and then leans over the ropes, pointing
right at Stevie Scott.]

JV:  We don't have to wait 'til SuperClash!  We can do it right now!

[HUGE CHEER!  The crowd is absolutely ROARING at that idea!  Vasquez
spikes the mic into the canvas, waving with both arms for the
rulebreakers to get back into the ring.  Tumaffi and both members of
Rough N Ready quickly strike fighting positions, ready to go if
necessary.]

GM:  The challenge is on!  Vasquez wants to do this right now!  He wants
to get his hands on Scott, Bright, the Bishops... all of 'em!

BW:  Of course he does.  He's looking for any chance to hurt Stevie
before the big match, Gordo.  He's looking for any chance to gain a
little edge on the champ.

GM:  As opposed to Stevie Scott who is jumping Vasquez at every
opportunity?

[Ben Waterson quickly confers with his clients - and as Vasquez put it,
his "hired goons" - before grabbing the mic again.]

ATTSBW:  You seriously want this, Vasquez?  You, Tons O' Fun, and the
Senior Circuit want a crack at the Bomber, the Bishops, and the National
Champ?

[Vasquez nods as Waterson smirks.]

ATTSBW:  You want it?  You got it!

[MASSIVE CHEER!]

GM:  Oh yeah!  They accepted the challenge!  We're going to see-

[Waterson interrupts the celebration.]

ATTSBW:  But not tonight.

[The cheers turn into some of the loudest jeers ever heard in the WKIK
Studios.]

ATTSBW:  Vasquez, Tumaffi, Rough N Ready vs the Hotshot, the Bomber, and
the Bishops... an eight man tag for the ages... 

Oh, it's on, Vasquez.

[A nod.]

ATTSBW:  But two weeks from tonight.  With just days before SuperClash,
we'll see how eager you are to put your body on the line for these other
scrubs then.

'Cause that's exactly what you're doing, Juan.  You're putting your body
- and what little chance you have to become the National Champion - in
the hands of these men...

[Waterson gestures to his team.]

ATTSBW:  Consider.  Yourself.  Warned.

[And with that, the Agent To The Stars drops the mic and gestures for
his comrades to exit the ringside area, heading to the locker room to
the jeers of the crowd.]

GM:  It's not gonna happen tonight but perhaps the biggest eight man tag
team match in AWA history WILL go down in two weeks' time on AWA
Saturday Night Wrestling!  Can you believe it?  Fans, we'll be right
back!

[The camera holds on the ring where Vasquez is exchanging handshakes
with Cooper, Somers, and Tumaffi as the fans cheer the fan favorites on
before we fade to black.

After a moment, we fade back up on a shot of Jason Dane and Mark
Stegglet in an apparently moving car.]

JD:  Hey, AWA fans - so much of our lives are now spent on-the-go,
wouldn't you love to be able to keep track of your favorite AWA
superstars when you're away from home?

MS:  I know I would, Jason!  And I'd also love to have a place to put
out all those rumors we hear during the week that never make AWA
Saturday Night Wrestling.

JD:  You've got that right.  Wouldn't it be great if we could combine
both of those ideas into one?

[Suddenly, a giant graphic of an iPhone appears between them!]

JD & MS:  NOW WE CAN!

[A voiceover takes over - thank God.]

VO:  Starting today, you can download AWA Access - a great new
application for your iPhone where you can get all the AWA news, rumors,
and happenings before the rest of the world.  And don't forget to check
out the "exclusive" section for matches that never aired!  AWA Access -
coming to an iPhone near you!

[Fade back to black...

...and then back to live action where Gordon and Bucky are standing
behind the podium.]

GM:  Fans, welcome back... joining us at this time, the youngster from
Buffalo, New York we saw for the very first time just two weeks ago...
newcomer Bailey Fitzgerald.

[Stepping into view now is the trepid, six-foot form of Fitzgerald, who
glances about his surroundings as though he finds himself entirely out
of place.  His cropped blond hair glistening under the house lights and
sporting a white, fresh-out-of-the-box AWA tee, Fitzgerald displays a
distinct apprehension to opening up before finally doing so.]

BF:  Great to see you again, Mister Myers.  Thank you so much for having
me a second time.  I realize I more or less invited myself over the last
time, and for that I apologize.

[Gordon nods in response.]

GM:  It's quite all right, young man.  Some might say you had somewhat
of a tough draw two weeks ago when you encountered the Japanese
behemoth, MAMMOTH Mizusawa.  And despite the fact you gave it your all
inside that ring, you ultimately came out on the losing end.  Why on
EARTH would you immediately ask for a rematch with Mizusawa?  A man
TWICE your physical size!

BF:  It's a great question, Mister Myers.  It's a question I've been
asking myself every day since.  I've played that match - if you can call
it that - over and over in my head and the only explanation I've been
able to muster is the fact I KNOW I'm better than what I showed everyone
that night.

[He shakes his head in disappointment.]

BF:  Odds are it was my adrenaline talking when I said I wanted another
shot at the mammoth.  Chances are that was me being the green grappler,
not ready to face the frustration and embarrassment of laying an egg my
first night on the job.

[A frustrated sigh.]

BF:  But you know something?  I'm glad I did what I did and said what I
said.  And I'm happy I was granted a rematch with MAMMOTH Mizusawa
tonight.  Because I've learned from the mistakes I made the last time.

BW:  Obviously not, you showed up.

GM:  But Bailey, you must know - Mizusawa is no slouch.  He's called
MAMMOTH for a reason.  At seven-feet tall, 420 pounds, Mizusawa has run
roughshod over his opponents for weeks now... to the point the Matsui
Corporation has continually griped about the lack of competition their
man has received thus far in the AWA.  What will be so different this
time than the last?

[He can simply shrug.]

BF:  Honestly, I can't say anything will be.  All I can tell you is the
guy you saw in the ring with Mizusawa two weeks ago won't be the one you
see tonight.  That guy didn't make any adjustments whatsoever.  Rather
than switching up my game plan, maybe trying something different, I
stuck with what I thought gave me the best chance at victory.  And as
everyone saw, trying to take the big man down with clotheslines did
about as much damage to him as a brisk, summer breeze does to a
skyscraper.  And as a result, I found myself in the one place I didn't
want to be... and that's in a prone position with Mizusawa's mitts
wrapped around my throat, with an unforgiving eight-foot fall coming not
far behind it.

[Fitzgerald gingerly reaches for his throat at the mention of the
thunderous choke slam.]

BF:  I have absolutely no doubts whatsoever I serve as nothing more than
an annoyance to Louis Matsui and MAMMOTH Mizusawa.  And perhaps I
shouldn't.  At the end of the day, it's conceivable I really am nothing
more than filler material for the Matsui Corporation and their agenda in
the WKIK studios.  I can't even promise I'll be the upstart to buck the
trend and give Godzilla and his cohorts the run for their proverbial
money they so desire.  But what I can promise is this -- that I won't
make the same mistakes twice.  That I'll make the most of my
opportunity.  That I do, in fact, know what to do with my second
chance...

[He shoots an optimistic nod toward the squared circle.]

BF:  ...To make a first impression.

[Fitzgerald claps Gordon on the shoulder before trotting off out of
view.]

GM:  We'll see that young man later tonight in action and we'll see just
exactly what he's learned from his showdown two weeks ago with Mizusawa!
 But right now, let's go up to the ring for more action!

[When we fade up to the ring, we see Adrian Freeman stepping into the
ring, ÒTry HonestyÓ blaring behind him.  The AWA crowd is giving him
nothing but grief.  Freeman takes the boos with his usual gritted teeth
and feigned indifference.]

GM: WeÕre about ready to get our next match underway, with Adrian
Freeman competing in singles action.

BW: One half of the number-one contenders to the AWA National Tag
Titles.

GM: I wouldnÕt go so far as to say number one contenders, but he and
Callisto Dufrense are the ones who are going to get a shot at those
belts at SuperClash.  Despite the fact that they havenÕt earned three
points.

BW: Hey, Freeman & Dufrense wanted the match, KentuckyÕs Pride wanted
the match for some reason, and thereÕs no reason to let bureaucracy
stand in the way of that.

[By the way, thereÕs still a match about to happen.  Adrian Freeman
stares down his opponent, a dark-skinned bald man in MMA shorts. 
Melissa Cannon does her job.]

MC: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time
limit.  Introducing first, from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Pedro da Silva!

[A few scattered cheers, mainly for da SilvaÕs opposition.]

MC: And his opponent, from Sydney, Australia, ÒSubzeroÓ Adrian Freeman!

[Heel pop!]

GM: As you can see, wrestlers from all over the world come here to the
AWA for a chance to prove themselves.  Pedro da Silva is a Mixed Martial
Arts fighter whoÕs trying to make the transition to wrestling, but heÕs
up against a very tough opponent in Adrian Freeman.

BW: This martial arts thing is a fad.  An experienced technical wrestler
like Freeman is going to make short work of the karate kid here.

GM: Actually, da Silva is an expert in muay thai and Brazilian jiu
jitsu.

[The bell rings, and the two immediately lock up.  Freeman bullies da
Silva into a corner, and hits a blistering chop across the BrazilianÕs
chest.  He whips da Silva across the ring and into the opposite
turnbuckle, then comes charging in with a clothesline.  Pedro catches
Adrian with a high kick to the jaw as he comes in, stopping Freeman in
his tracks with wobbly legs and a dazed look on his face.]

GM: Big shot to the kisser!

BW: It was a lucky kick.  See how Adrian is manhandling him?

[The two men clinch in the corner, jockeying for position.  Freeman
manages to maintain a headlock, while da Silva drives a few knees into
the AustralianÕs midsection.  Adrian noticeably winces but holds on and
takes his opponent up and over with a headlock suplex.  He hooks the leg
for a quick pin.]

GM: One, and an early kick out from da Silva.  Freeman turns him over,
heÕs looking for the Deep Freeze early... and da Silva counters with a
leg lock of some kind!

[A look of panic crosses Adrian FreemanÕs face as his opponent sinks in
the heel hook.  He scrambles for the ropes, but theyÕre too far away.
The AWA faithful are ecstatic, thinking that they might see the hated
Freeman get upset.  With a look of spiteful anger on his face, Freeman
manages to twist his leg out of the dangerous hold.]

GM: That was a close one.

BW: What are you talking about?  Freeman was never in danger of getting
tapped out by a sissy leglock.

[Pedro da Silva keeps coming, however, throwing hard shots.  An elbow to
the face stuns Freeman, and da Silva follows up with a Muay Thai knee.
The crowd again salivates for an upset as Adrian Freeman backpedals into
the corner.  But da Silva comes in with a jumping knee that Freeman
ducks, and his leg connects with the turnbuckle.  The mixed martial
artist flops down, clutching the knee.]

GM: Ouch!  Da Silva had a flurry going, but he just took a hard shot to
the knee, and youÕve got to believe that Freeman smells blood in the
water.

[Sure enough, when da Silva flops down to the canvas Freeman grabs the
injured knee and uses it to turn his opponent over and into the Deep
Freeze.  Pedro da Silva quickly taps out to the Deep Freeze.]

MC: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner... Adrian Freeman!


GM: Well, it was more by luck than anything, but Adrian Freeman picks up
another win.

BW: By luck?  Freeman lured da Silva in and used the ringpost as a
weapon.  It was perfect strategy!

GM: I guess thatÕs one way of looking at the situation.

[Adrian Freeman rolls out of the ring and walks over to the announce
booth.]

BW: It looks like Adrian is going to join us for some words.  WhatÕs on
your mind?

AF: That match was a waste of my time.  Not even worthwhile as a tune
up.

GM: You looked like you were in trouble a few times.

AF: Gordo, havenÕt you ever seen a cat playing with a mouse before it
ate it?  That was exactly what I did to whats-his-name in there.  But on
to fatter fish.

BW: I assume youÕre talking about KentuckyÕs Pride.  The Championship
Committee recently allowed you and Callisto a rematch with the champs at
Superclash in less than three weeks.  ItÕs going to be an Unsanctioned
match, your thoughts on that?

AF: Well, IÕm not sure what exactly it means for a match to be
Unsanctioned, other than that the AWA is trying to cover themselves from
having to pay City JackÕs bills when we put him back in that hospital,
this time for good.  But you know what?  I think Jack is old enough to
get on Medicare, so they really donÕt have to worry about that.

GM: Would you stop?

AF: Stop what?  Trying to solve peoplesÕ problems?  ItÕs YOU, Gordo, and
Tin Can Rust, and the people like you in the crowd, who cheerlead a man
whoÕs half blind and obviously past his prime, and motivate him to do
things like insist on an Unsanctioned match with a team that is younger,
faster, and stronger than him.  If there were more people like me in the
world, maybe City Jack would realize that he canÕt hold on to that
fading glory forever, and walk away from this business while he still
can.  But no.  Because of you he insists on carrying this farce to its
conclusion.

And I know that Tin Can Rust will probably hear this and get rip roaring
mad, or some other folksy expression, but his anger canÕt accomplish
anything.  When heÕs in the Deep Freeze just like da Silva was a few
minutes earlier... he can get as mad as he wants, but heÕs still going
to have to tap or hear the vertebrae in his back snap one by one.

BW: What about Werewolf Gregorson intervening in your fight with
KentuckyÕs Pride last week?

AF: Listen, if Gregorson wants to get involved with us again itÕs his
funeral.  IÕd have thought he was at least capable of learning from
pain, but apparently he canÕt make the logical leaps that most farm
animals can. 

GM: IÕm not shocked, but these comments seem very arrogant, Adrian.  But
KentuckyÕs Pride has been tag champions for about a year now, and thatÕs
no fluke.  And with a third man on their side...

AF: You might think itÕs arrogant.  But itÕs not my job to convince you
of anything, until I step into the ring, and then thereÕs nothing but
cold, hard fact.

[Adrian Freeman walks away abruptly, evidently having grown bored with
the interview.]

GM:  Well, I guess the interview is over, fans.  Don't go away, we'll be
right back with more AWA action!

[The camera holds on Gordon and Bucky for a moment before fading to
black...

...and then back up.  It's a shot of a few kids standing outside of a
classroom.  A fourth kid walks up to them, carrying his backpack over
his shoulder.]

4th Kid:  Hey guys... wait til you see what I got from AWAShop.com!

[He whips open the backpack and produces...

...a JUAN VASQUEZ BOBBLEHEAD!]

"Whoa!"

"Wow!"

"That rocks!"

"I want one... now!"

[The 4th kid looks pleased with himself...

...until a fifth kid walks up.]

5th Kid:  Juan Vasquez, huh?  That's not bad... but check this out!

[The 5th kid opens his backpack and reveals...

...a CITY JACK BOBBLEHEAD!]

"WHOA!"

"WOWER!"

"THAT ROCKS MORE!"

"I WANT ONE... NOW!"

[The fifth kid looks proud as the fourth kid looks sad at his Vasquez
bobblehead and we fade to black...

We fade back up to the backstage area where Jason Dane stands by, mic in
hand, as he addresses the camera.]

JD:  And we're back, fans!  Tonight we'll see the battle for the number
seven ranking in the National Title chase and one of the men battling
stands beside me now. Welcome, Pure X.

[The camera zooms out a little bit to show Pure X, dressed in a black
graphic T-shirt and his normal wrestling tights/boots.]

PX: Good to be here, Dane - any day I get to step into the ring and get
a chance to be that much closer to the National Title is a day I live
for. 

JD: Your thoughts on tonight?

PX: My match against Kevin Slater?

[X rubs his forehead.]

PX: My thoughts on Kevin Slater - DESPITE the cheap shot he took two
weeks ago - are the same as with Bright and Houston. 

[Pure X looks back to Dane, continued with a serious look on his face.]

PX: Slater's... just another stepping stone for me. Just another person
that I've got put my foot down on before I can challenge for the
title... See, unlike what Shane Destiny thinks, I HAVE to go through
everyone in the AWA before I get my hands on the title to ensure that
everyone knows, without a doubt, that I am the one true champion. Until
that time, I don't want to even sniff the title.

JD: You bring up Shane Destiny -

[Pure X shakes his head, knowing he made a mistake uttering Destiny's
name.]

JD: He's increasingly become a thorn in your side, mainly due to your
claims of being the best wrestler in AWA.

PX: Yeah, yeah...

JD: Care to answer him back?

PX: No.

JD: Uh... Wait, what?

PX: Look, Dane, I ran down Slater the past month for precisely the same
reason I don't want to talk about Destiny - Slater's my next opponent,
not Shane Destiny. 

[Pure X pauses, annoyed to have to field this matter.]

PX: I come to work prepared and ready to take on what I have for that
day. Today, it's Slater and ONLY Slater that I'm focued on. Tomorrow? 

[Pure X nods.]

PX: Tomorrow, sure, I'll focus on Shane Destiny - 

[X looks into the camera.]

PX: Tomorrow I'll focus on a man that's lived on PAST glory for way too
long. Tomorrow I'll focus on a man that's such a great wrestler, he
can't even stay focused on his opponent DURING a match, let alone the
day of the match. Soup Bone Samson, was it Destiny?

[X lets a short grin grow on his face before wiping it away as he gets
back on track.]

PX: But tonight, my eyes are set on moving up one more spot. So, Slater,
your soap opera obsession over Bobby Taylor? Put it on hold for one day
and bring to the ring the old you - the man that once stood atop the
sport, the man who held two World Championships.

[Pure X pauses.]

PX: Cause I'd really rather submit a man acting like a legend rather
than the complete joke that's been before us this past year.

[Pure X looks down to Dane and nods before leaving the shot.]

JD: Well, a determined Pure X in the building today. Back to you, Gordon
and Bucky.

[We fade back to the ringside area where Gordon and Bucky are standing.]

GM:  Thanks for that, Jason.  Pure X is all business as he gets ready
for his Main Event showdown with "Superstar" Kevin Slater later tonight,
Bucky.

BW:  A two-time former World Champion against a guy who hasn't sniffed
the big time until tonight?  Gee, I wonder who holds the edge.

GM:  I somehow don't think it's quite so cut and dry, Bucky.  Now,
coming up next, we have a big opportunity for some young talent!

BW: Young talent.  I saw this guy before the show.  By the looks of him,
someone picked him up off a street corner and asked him if he wanted to
be a rassler!

GM: BUCKY!

BW: It's true!  Pretty soon we'll be cruisin' the homeless shelters
lookin' for someone to get in there.

GM:  Fans, joining us at this time, Bucky's inane comments
nonwithstanding, is a young man ready to make his AWA debut here tonight
in Dallas!  Welcome in Allen Zane!

[A fresh-faced young man, beaming with excitement, steps on screen. 
He's pumping his fists to the crowd, who react to his enthusiasm with
applause.  Allen Zane is a mid-sized wrestler with long black hair, a
light fuzz mustache, and a tattoo of a tiger on his left bicep.  He's
wearing shiny light-green tights.]

GM: Allen, you're about to wrestle your first match.  What is going
through your mind?

AZ: Mr. Myers, I've waited my whole life for this.  I know you hear a
lot of guys like me say that, but my family sacrificed a lot to get me
where I am today.  I've got the chance of a lifetime, and with these
great fans behind me, there's no way I can fail!

GM: We understand that you're dedicating this match to someone very
special.

AZ: That's right!  This one's for my mom, who's in the hospital fighting
a kidney disease.  Mom, I'm gonna win this one for you!

GM: Best of luck, Allen, and your family will be in our prayers.

AZ: Thanks, Gordon.

[Allen hustles towards the ring, as Bucky can barely stifle laughter.]

BW: He's got mommy issues.

GW: Bucky, please!  His family is struggling through a hard time, and
Allen will be looking for the all-important winner's paycheck as his
family is in need.  Let's go up to the ring and get the introductions!

[*DING*]

MC: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SET FOR ONE FALL AND A TEN MINUTE TIME
LIMIT!  FIRST, TO MY LEFT, FROM CUBA, WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED FIFTY
POUNDS... CUBAN ASSASSIN #6!

[The fans boo the perennial AWA alsoran... although he does have a bit
of a cheering section as well.]

MC: HIS OPPONENT, FROM KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI, WEIGHING TWO-HUNDRED
FOURTY-EIGHT POUNDS... ALLEN ZANE!

[The young Zane jumps in over the top rope, and swings his arm overhead
to the cheers of the fans.]

[*DING*DING*]

GM: Alright, now let's see what the newest AWA rookie can do!
Collar-and-elbow tieup, and the Cuban Assassin backs Zane up into the
turnbuckles!

BW: Oh, no, mommy, he's pullin' my hair!

GM: The Assassin indeed using the black locks of Zane, and there is no
clean break as Cuban Assassin #6 fires downstairs with a series of
punches.  

BW: Can you imagine if this punk loses to the Assassin after callin' the
match for his sick mommy?  His career'll be over before it starts,
Gordo!

GM: I seem to recall that the Assassin has a victory over Stevie Sc...

BW: That never happened!  It was a made-up story!

GM: We were right here!

BW: Big body slam by the Assassin, baby!  I gotta do my job and yours
too?

GM: I'm still trying to figure out what your job actually IS, Bucky. 
Cuban Assassin #6 putting the heavy boots to Allen Zane.  

BW: He's gonna stomp Zane's kidney out so he can donate it to his mommy.

GM: That is NOT funny.  The Assassin picks up Zane, and shoots him in
with the Irish-whip.  Zane rebounding quickly, and ducks the big
clothesline by the Assassin!  Allen Zane with a head of steam... HIGH
CROSS BODY!

BW: What a fluke move that was.

GM: A two count on the Assassin off the cross body, and Zane is fired up
now!  A big armdrag takedown by the young man from Kansas City.

BW: He's probably gonna get fewer wins in his life than the Kansas City
Chiefs'll see this year.

GM: Zane hooking the Cuban Assassin 6, and a vertical suplex!  A beauty!
 Allen Zane is in control, and now up to the second turnbuckle on the
inside!  These fans cheering, and a flying back elbow off the
turnbuckles stuns the Assassin!

BW: Oh, no.  He got him right in the jaw with that!  What a lucky move!

GM: Allen Zane sensing victory... WAIT JUST A MINUTE!  WHO IS THAT?!

[A large man slides in the ring, and pastes the referee with a brutal
front elbow shot!  The fans boo, and some few shout in great surprise at
the identity of the man in the ring.]

BW: GORDO, AM I SEEIN' GHOSTS?

[Whomever this ghost is, he seems awfully tangible to Allen Zane, who is
summarily booted in the face by a man who must be in the six-foot-eight
range, and nearly three hundred pounds.  He's wearing a black-and-silver
wrestling outfit... a singlet which extends to mid-thigh, silver-grey
kneepads and black boots.  He has stringy black hair, a large pug nose,
wild brown eyes, and is wearing a cutoff pale green T-Shirt reading
"PROPERTY OF STATE MENTAL INSTITUTION".  And a few of the longtime
wrestling fans who can remember back a decade or so seem to recognize
him.  Being students of the game, Gordon and Bucky are among them.]

GM: That is James Monosso!  I haven't seen him in almost ten years!

[Monosso leaps onto Zane, and commences attempting to tear his face off.
 Literally.  He's fishhooking his nostrils, mouth, and even the sides of
his eyesockets... and PICKS HIM UP.]

BW: Last I knew, Monosso was locked up in an asylum in Pennsylvania! 
What idiot let him out?!

GM: This is savage!  Allen Zane being assaulted for absolutely no reason
by a man who hasn't wrestled in... I have no idea how long... look at
this!

[Monosso headbutts Zane several times, while still holding him up by his
fishhooked face, and then spikes him straight back into the mat.  The
burly former psychiatric ward inmate then scoops Zane right back up, and
shoulders him in a fireman's lift.]

GM: This is sadistic!  Why?!

BW: Why not?

GM: James Monosso is not an AWA wrestler!  He's not even a wrestler at
all anymore to the best of my knowledge!  No one's seen or heard from
him in... oh, good grief!

[Monosso runs at the corner, and turns at the last moment to smash
Zane's head into the top turnbuckle!  The young Combat Corner graduate
bounces back, and Monosso reverse-slams him flat on his back, absolutely
wiping him out with the impressive maneuver.  Cuban Assassin 6 cheers
the invader on, to which Monosso answers by clotheslining the Cuban over
the top rope and out of the ring!]

BW: We're gonna need security, and security's probably gonna need the
police.  Who might need the national guard.

[Another referee attempts to restrain Monosso, and he is hammered into
the turnbuckle for his trouble.  Monosso then drops a completely
extraneous elbow drop on the first referee for absolutely no reason,
before pulling down a knee pad, running at Zane, leaping high into the
air, and blasting his face with a crushing knee drop!]

GM: Monosso is absolutely out of control!  This man was a champion in
the mid-nineties, Allen Zane is no match for him!  What on Earth
possessed him to do this?!

BW: That whole 'insanity' thing, Gordo.

[As the fans shower him with boos, Monosso drops a second high jumping
knee drop into Zane's face!  Zane is now bleeding profusely.]

GM: Security finally on the way, but Monosso is not relenting!  And...
no, not this!

BW: If I remember Monosso... I'm hiding under the table, Gordo!

[Monosso picks up the limp form of Allen Zane and presses him overhead
as security hits the ring.  He rushes towards the ropes and screams:]


"GET OUT OF HERE!"


[...and with that, he hurls Zane over the top rope onto the
barely-padded concrete floor of the WKIK Studios from the gorilla press!
 Zane hits the floor, skids ten feet, and rolls slowly to a stop in a
tangle of limbs.]

GM: NO!  HE COULD HAVE CRIPPLED HIM!

BW: He could have thrown him in THIS direction and crippled us, Gordo! 
I'm gonna choose to be thankful, myself.

GM: THIS IS DISGUSTING!  THERE IS NO CALL FOR THIS!

[Monosso exits the ring, and totally ignores the security detail trying
to hustle him out of the arena.  One of them tries to grab him, and gets
his face slammed into the ringpost for his trouble.  Monosso walks over
towards Gordon and Bucky, and the look on his face is a cross between
determination and bewilderment.  It's unsettling, to say the least.  His
wide eyes are focused on Gordon, who shriks back a bit... but asks him
the question anyway.]

GM: James Monosso... what are you doing here?!

[Monosso answers him with an unsteady voice... he seems to be having
trouble choosing his words.]

JM: What am I doing here?  Here as in Dallas, or here as in Earth?  I
don't know why I'm here on Earth.  Why I'm still alive; who knows, who
cares?  No one seemed to care for the past few years when I was rotting
in a cell in the middle of Pennsylvania.  No one cared when the doctors
would come and inject me with who knows what, when all my
so-called-friends gave up on me, and when all the wrestling fans moved
on to their new heroes.  Do any of you even remember me?!  Did I spit up
blood for fifteen years for nothing?!

[James is growing angry, and security hovers close in case he tries
something.  But he composes himself and contines.]

JM: I seem to remember I used to be a wrestler.  A champion.  I have
other memories that people tell me aren't real, but these ones I know
are true.  But locked in that white room... I came to see that I was not
crazy, but that I was the sane one.  I was the one who saw things the
way they were, and the world locked me away because they have everything
backwards.  And I am here in Dallas to show you all the truth.  

GM: How is beating up a kid wrestling his first match showing us
anything?!

JM: I heard this young man.  Heard him say his family sacrificed for
him.  Heard him say his mother was in the hospital and he needed to win
money for her.  And I knew that he needed me.  You are welcome, Allen
Zane.  You will now see, as I have, that sacrifice is pointless.  That
love and family are empty and bring you nothing but pain in the end. 
You'll be better off without those anchors.  I had to learn the hard
way, boy.  It took me... how old am I?  Old.  A long time.  Yes, it took
me a long time to see that attachments are nothing but torture.  If
you're going to torture yourself, use needles and power tools; that way
you're in control.  That way you can stop when you've had your fill. 
And speaking of torturing people with needles and power tools, I have an
announcement.

[Gordon is too horrified at this line of commentary to even ask.  After
a brief pause, James decides to ask himself what his announcement is.]

JM: I'm used to the silent reaction; after all, I gave it to myself for
the past several years alone in the cell.  So, self, what is this
announcement?  Well, self and the rest of you scumbags, I'll tell you
what the announcement is.  My announcement is that I am now free, and I
am starting my own business.  It is the business of making horrible
things happen to people.  

You see, after years in a hole, suddenly being released, I have nothing.
 I probably don't smell too good because I don't have soap.  I don't
have soap because I don't have a soapdish to put it in.  I don't have a
soapdish because I don't have a shower to put the soapdish in.  I don't
have a shower because I don't have a bathroom.  I don't have a bathroom
because I don't have a place to live.  I don't have a place to live
because I don't have money.  But that's not a problem.  I noticed that
people with money tend to hate other people.  It's a trend.  So, it's
real simple.  Pay me a lot of money, and I will make things like that...

[James points to where paramedics are putting a halo on Allen Zane so
that he can be safely placed on a stretcher.]  

JM: ...happen to people you hate.  I have a real long resume as far as
this sort of thing goes.  It's like riding a bicycle.

GM: You never forget how, I understand.

JM: Sure, that too.  I was referring to the hitting asphalt at high
velocity, head-first, and bones breaking.  

GM: So you're nothing but a hired thug.

JM: If the man with a house wants to pass judgement on the guy sleeping
in alleys for wanting a warm place to stay before snow falls, then
you're just another fat-faced hypocrite.  I hope you suffocate in your
pillow tonight, you useless piece of crap.  And the rest of you who are
booing me can go straight to hell, where since it's Saturday they're
serving dumplings that look and taste like sawdust and that gravy they
make out of recycled Vaseline.  But they'll never put me back in that
place!  I'll do anything... _ANYTHING_... to make sure of that.

And you'd have to be INSANE to think otherwise.

[Monosso stalks off, security following closely (and nervously) behind.]

GM: Fans, I am outraged.  James Monosso is a bitter man, and I do not
know how he got out of that asylum...

BW: Over somebody's dead body, I bet.

GM: He should be back in there after this!  Allen Zane is being carried
away on a stretcher, and his young career might be over!

BW: On the bright side, he'll be keeping mommy company!

GM: That's sick!

BW: No, Gordo.  You're the sick one, if you think a homeless man
shouldn't do whatever he has to do to make it!  Monosso ain't waitin'
for an Obama handout, daddy, he's gonna take charge of his life and do
what he does best!  I bet he's gonna have no shortage of takers, either.

GM:  Fans, I'm... well, quite frankly, I'm in shock.  I don't know what
to say.

BW:  I do!  Let's go to the SuperClash Control Center where Jason Dane
has an announcement about a match that I think Mr. Monosso will find
quite interesting.

[We fade from a grinning Bucky Wilde to the funky-looking logo of the
SuperClash Control Center.  After a bit, the logo spins away to reveal
Jason Dane seated in front of a row of television monitors.]

JD:  Thanks, Bucky!  And yes, I do have a match to announce that Mr.
Monosso might find himself taking part in... well, if he can get the AWA
to license him after what we just saw.  An assault on TWO referees, a
pair of wrestlers, AND a security guard?!  We may NEVER see James
Monosso in an AWA ring after witnessing that!

But if he does make it... if he does...

[Dane grins.]

JD:  Then this will be of very special interest to him, I'm sure.  In
light of the recent influx of new blood and returning superstars to the
AWA, the Championship Committee has decided to give ten of those
competitors a shot to stand center stage in the spotlight on the biggest
AWA event of the year.

It's being called a Steal The Spotlight showdown.  It will consist of a
five-on-five elimination tag team match of the best newcomers and
returning stars the AWA has to offer.

And the surviving members of the winning team...

[Dane nods his head.]

JD:  ...will each receive the opportunity of a lifetime as they will be
able to participate in any non-title match of their choice in the days
and weeks to come!

Perhaps young Aaron Anderson will get a shot to take on Tumaffi!

Maybe Vladimir Velikov can avenge his nephew's loss to Stevie Scott!

How about the Fabulous Falcons getting a shot at The Right Proper Thugs?

The possibilities are endless, fans.  But it all comes down to who wants
it the most!  The Committee has stated they will not announce who will
be in the match until after the final Saturday Night Wrestling before
SuperClash.  If you want to win it, you've gotta be in it and whoever
those ten men are going to be, they're gonna have to earn it!

[Dane grins as photos of Rough N Ready and The Bishop Boys appear in the
corner of the screen.]

JD:  It was announced recently that the AWA Championship Committee had
made it official.  Rough N Ready and The Bishop Boys will meet for the
final time... The Final Showdown if you will... but only if they sign a
contract agreeing that it will be the final time they will meet in the
ring.

We caught up with Cousin Bo moments ago to get his thoughts.

[The photos of the two teams is replaced by footage of Cousin Bo.]

CB:  The Final Showdown they're callin' it.

[Cousin Bo nods his head slowly.]

CB:  Fine.  Fine.  On one condition...

[He points a menacing finger at the camera.]

CB:  There MUST be a clear winner.  None of this countout, DQ garbage. 
If I'm puttin' my boys shot at the belts on the line, I want to make
sure they get a chance to end this.

Once.  And.  For.  All.

[With a cold stare, the shot of Cousin Bo fades away leaving Jason Dane
behind.]

JD:  The challenge was made.  Will it be answered?  Fans, I'll be back
later tonight with more news about the biggest event of the year -
SuperClash - coming Thanksgiving Night to the Dallas Memorial
Auditorium!  We'll be right back with more AWA action so don't change
that channel!

[Hold on the AWA SuperClash Control Center logo for a moment before we
fade to black.

...and then back up on a shot of the AWA National Title belt.  The
super-excited voice of Mark Stegglet is heard over it.]

"You've seen it on Saturday Night Wrestling!"

[A shot of Marcus Broussard with the belt over his shoulder.]

"You've seen it on AWA supercards like Memorial Day Mayhem and The Last
Stampede!"

[A shot of Ron Houston wearing the belt in a promo picture.]

"You've seen the best the AWA has to offer wearing it!"

[Now a shot of Kolya Sudakov in a fighting pose with the belt hanging
over his shoulder.]

"And now, it can be yours!"

[A shot of Stevie Scott holding the belt high in the air fades into a
shot of a young fan doing the same.]

"Available NOW on AWAShop.com, get the official replica of the AWA
National Title belt that only the best and brightest of the AWA
superstars have held!"

[A closeup of the AWA National Title slowly fades to black...

...and then fades back up to live action where Gordon Myers is standing
by with MAMMOTH Mizusawa and his manager, Louis Matsui.]

GM:  Welcome back, fans!  Louis Matsui, we are moments away from a
return match between MAMMOTH Mizusawa and Bailey Fitzgerald. Is this the
competition that you have been asking for?

LM:  Gordon, I have always said that any competition for my client is
good competition. My client is more than happy to accept the challenge
and step into the ring once again with Fitzgerald.

GM:  Still, it must have been a surprise to you that Fitzgerald would
issue such a challenge after what Mizusawa di-

LM:  What Mizusawa did was business as usual, Gordon. People want to
make a big deal about the kid asking for a rematch, but he isn't the
first. Remember Jose Rivera? He got beat in a handicap match and came
right back with his two flunkies for another beating. I tried to give
him an out, but he did not want to take it, so I let my giant do his
thing, and, just like that, another notch in the win column for MAMMOTH
Mizusawa. Fitzgerald wants to prove himself? We respect that, and my
client will, as always fight a fair and honourable match, so Fitzgerald
doesn't have to feel too bad when MAMMOTH Mizusawa beats him again
tonight. We respect his gumption, and I can assure you, my client is
going to make losing as painless as possible for Fitzgerald.

[Matsui walks off, followed by Mizusawa, as we cut back to the ring
where Melissa Cannon is standing.]

MC:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute
time limit.  Already in the ring at this time... from Buffalo, New
York... standing six feet tall and weighing in at 214 pounds... Bailey
Fitzgerald!

[The spunky competitor throws an arm up to a bit more cheers than he
received two weeks ago.]

MC:  And his opponent...

[Tomoyasu HoteiÕs ÒBattle Without Honor or HumanityÓ starts to play
over the arena speakers. Louis Matsui emerges with a smirk from the
entranceway. He is followed closely by the scowling seven-footer,
MAMMOTH Mizusawa, dressed in a black singlet, black knee pads and a
pair of black boots. Matsui points with his thumb over his shoulders
at Mizusawa, who raises both his arms in the air. Both men start to
make their way down the aisle.]

MC: Hailing from Tokyo, Japan; weighing in at 420 pounds and being
accompanied to the ring by LOUIS MATSUI, he is MAMMOTH . . .
MIZUSAWA!!!

[As Matsui walks to the ring, he pays little attention to the fans
sitting on either side of the aisle, although he is still smirking.
The towering Mizusawa, on the other hand, walks slowly behind his
manager, glaring at the crowd.

Reaching the ringside area, MAMMOTH Mizusawa grabs the top rope and
pulls himself onto the ring apron, then steps over the ropes and into
the ring. He heads to his corner, where he is joined by Matsui, who
has climbed onto the ring apron but staying on the outside. As the
music starts to fade, he is giving some instructions to Mizusawa,
before climbing back down to the ringside area and leaving his charge
in the ring to await the start of the match.]

GM:  There's the bell and here we go!

[Fitzgerald moves quickly out of the corner, trying to stay low as
Mizusawa strides to the middle of the ring.]

GM:  Time to find out if Fitzgerald really learned any lessons from his
loss two weeks ago...

[Dropping to his knees, Fitzgerald lunges forward, wrapping his arms
around one of Mizusawa's massive tree-trunk like legs.  He struggles and
strains with his grip, trying to find a way to up-end the giant...

...but Mizusawa simply reaches down, grabbing Fitzgerald by the head and
holding it against his own leg as he lifts his foot up, driving it back
down and smashing Fitzgerald's skull into his knee!]

GM:  Ohhh!

BW:  So much for that.  This one's over right now.

GM:  It's not over til the fat lady sings, Bucky.

BW:  I didn't know your wife was here tonight.

[With Fitzgerald down on the mat, Matsui shouts some instructions to his
massive monster who slowly walks over to his downed opponent...

...and with one hand on the top rope, steps on the back of Fitzgerald,
causing the Buffalo native to cry out in pain as 420 pounds is pressed
down on his prone form.]

GM:  Oh, come on!  Get off him!

[After a bit, Mizusawa steps off, leaving a wincing Fitzgerald down on
the mat.  A hard boot to the ribs forces him to roll under the ropes to
the ring apron.]

GM:  Fitzgerald gets kicked out to the apron... look out now...

[The seven foot monster reaches over the top rope, grabbing the downed
Fitzgerald by the hair and dragging him up to his feet...

...which gives the Buffalo native just a moment to slap the grip off his
hair, grabbing the giant around the neck and dropping off the apron,
snapping Mizusawa's throat down on the top rope and taking him down to a
knee!]

GM:  OHHH!  He caught him with the clothesline!

BW:  That's an illegal move, Gordo!

GM:  But perhaps that's what he needs to get a chance in this one!

[Fitzgerald quickly gets back up on the apron, slingshotting over the
ropes and lashing out with two feet to the face of the kneeling
Mizusawa!]

GM:  This is it, Gordo!  This is his chance!

[With the big man kneeling, Fitzgerald tries to seize the moment,
throwing HUGE right hands into his massive skull.  He quickly grabs the
kneeling giant in a front facelock.]

GM:  DDT!  He's going for a DD- OHHHHH!

[The seven footer straightens up, throwing Fitzgerald up and over from
his knees in a backdrop counter!]

GM:  Fitzgerald gets tossed to the mat but at least it wasn't from over
eight feet in the air!

BW:  Always look on the bright side!

GM:  The giant's back on his feet...

[Fitzgerald quickly gets back to his feet as well, not feeling much
effect from the kneeling backdrop.  He meets the rising Mizusawa with a
big right hand.]

GM:  Another haymaker by Fitzgerald!  He continues to bring the fight to
the giant!

[Leaping up, Fitzgerald slams his arms together on Mizusawa's skull in
an earclapper.  The double arm blow actually causes the giant to wobble
back a step as Fitzgerald pumps a fist in celebration, bringing the fans
to their feet.  He promptly charges to the ropes, rebounding back.]

GM:  Off the ropes... CROSS BOD- 

[The cheers turns to a buzz of surprise as Mizusawa catches him across
his body, holding him in the air...

...and DROPPING straight down with a layout powerslam!]

GM:  OHHHHHH!

[The four hundred twenty pounder pushes up to his knees, looking down
angrily at the hurting opposition who is now cradling his ribcage in
pain.]

GM:  Mizusawa could probably pin him here, Bucky.

BW:  I think he could've pinned him during the intros if he wanted to.

GM:  Give me a break, Bucky.  You've gotta be impressed by the heart of
Bailey Fitzgerald!  He's really got some fight in him!  He just won't
back down at all.

BW:  He'll back down when the big man puts him through the ring, Gordo.

GM:  We'll see about that.

[From outside the ring, Matsui shouts some instructions to Mizusawa who
slowly climbs to his feet, looking down at the still-floored Fitzgerald.
 With a stoic gaze, Mizusawa reaches down to haul his victim up to his
feet, blasting him with a forearm smash across the chest, knocking the
Buffalo native back into the buckles.]

GM:  Good grief!  What a shot that was!

[Reaching out with one arm, Mizusawa grabs Fitzgerald's wrist, whipping
him from corner to corner...]

GM:  Fitzgerald hits the buckles hard... LOOK OUUUUUUT!

[The giant stampedes towards the corner, turning away at the last moment
to drive his back into Fitzgerald...

...who DIVES out of the way just in time, causing Mizusawa to SLAM into
the buckles!]

GM:  OHHHH!  FITZGERALD GOT OUT OF THE WAY!!  THIS IS HIS CHANCE!

BW:  Stop kidding yourself, Gordo.  The kid is toast.

GM:  Fitzgerald... up on the second rope...

[The Buffalo native leaps off the middle rope with a double axehandle
attempt...

...that Mizusawa blocks by grabbing Fitzgerald around the throat with
both hands, snatching him out of the sky!]

GM:  HE CAUGHT HIM!  HE CAUGHT HIM IN MID-AIR!  LOOK AT THE POWER!

[Turning away from the buckles, Mizusawa holds his opponent high and
with a loud bellow, DRIVES him down to the canvas in a thunderous slam!]

GM:  TUSK CRUSHER!!  HE PLANTS HIM!

[Placing two hands firmly on the chest of the downed Fitzgerald,
Mizusawa presses his weight on his shoulders.]

GM:  One.  Two.  Three.  That's it.


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


MC:  Your winner of the match...

MAMMOTH MIZUUUUUSAAAAWA!

[The giant pushes up off the downed Fitzgerald, glaring at him as Louis
Matsui climbs into the ring to celebrate with his charge.]

GM:  Mizusawa with another impressive victory, Bucky.

BW:  And you've gotta think he just staked his claim for a spot in that
Steal The Spotlight showdown at SuperClash!  This man is undefeated so
far and no one's even come close to beating him!  If he's not in that
match, it's more of an upset than-

GM:  Than what?

BW:  Never mind.

GM:  You were going to say something about the Announcer of-

BW:  Was not!

GM:  Yes, you were!

BW:  WAS NOT!

GM:  Well, Bucky... if Mizusawa has earned his spot in that match, don't
you think Bailey Fitzgerald may have as well?

BW:  Are you kidding me?  He lost.  And he lost two weeks ago.  

GM:  But the effort he put in-

BW:  Was still a loss.  

GM:  Well, we'll see who will get their chance in the Steal The
Spotlight showdown but for now, fans, I applaud Bailey Fitzgerald's
heart and effort in this one... but hopefully, he's finished with
MAMMOTH Mizusawa and can move on to opponents closer to his size.  Fans,
let's go backstage where Jason Dane is standing by with Soup Bone Samson
who is coming off arguably the biggest win of his career!  Jason?

[We cut to the locker room area where Dane is indeed standing with the
burly brawling veteran.]

JD:  Thanks, Gordon.  Soup Bone Samson, you've gotta be feeling great
just two weeks removed from defeating Shane Destiny in the middle of the
ring.

[Samson cracks a big grin.]

SBS:  Now that you mention it, it DOES feel pretty good, Jase.

JD:  Now, fans of Shane Destiny would point out he seemed to be on the
verge of victory when Pure X's appearance distracted him just enough for
you to-

SBS:  Lay him out with one punch?

JD:  Something like that.

SBS:  Sure, I'll agree with that.  Look, the guy is a world class
athlete and one of the best wrestlers in the world.  He's held titles
all over the globe and will go down in history as one of the best to
ever lace a pair of boots.

So, the fact that he had me down and in trouble ain't a big surprise
now, is it?

[Samson shakes his head.]

SBS:  But he didn't get the job done neither.  We play all the way
through to the end at this level, Shane.  It's not about who was "about
to win" or who almost got the job done.  If you didn't pin my shoulders
for a three count or make me holler "uncle" - well, the fact is you
lost, my friend.

Pure X didn't lay a finger on ya.  Now, I didn't ask him to be out there
but...

[Another grin.]

SBS:  I sure ain't 'bout to get all riled up none about him showing his
face.  It's like I been sayin' all along, Jase.

[He holds up a clenched fist.]

SBS:  One punch.  It's all it takes.  You saw it two weeks ago.  I was
in trouble.  I was down.  I was out. 

Then... BOOM!

[He throws a right hook in the air.]

SBS:  Lights out.  Game over.  And Soup Bone Samson gets his hand
raised.  It can happen every night.  

Just.  Like.  That.

So, Hotshot... you keep your eyes on the prize, son.  You go out there
with Juan Vasquez at SuperClash and you fight with everything you got. 
You fight harder than you ever fought before, Scott.

[Samson nods his head slowly.]

SBS:  Cause after I finish working my way up the Top 10 to get my shot
at ya... to get a little payback for the Natural, the Shark, and of
course, my good friend Sweet Daddy... I'm gonna be real disappointed if
you ain't there to take yer beatin', son.

Real disappointed.

[One more raised right hand from the camera.]

JD:  Soup Bone Samson has his eyes locked on the National Champion. 
Fans, we'll be right back with more AWA Saturday Night Wrestling!

[The camera holds on Jason and a focused Soup Bone Samson for a moment
as we fade to black.

We fade back up from black on a white screen.  Black text appears slowly
on the screen.]

"Thanksgiving night"

[A voiceover begins.]

"Once a year, the very best in the AWA gather to give the entire
wrestling world something to be thankful for."

[The text appears again.]

"Dallas Memorial Auditorium"

[The voiceover.]

"SuperClash is coming."

[Information on where and when to buy tickets fills the screen before
fading out...

...and then back up to live action where Gordon and Bucky are standing.]

GM:  Welcome back, fans.  It's already been an exciting night of AWA
action and in a lot of ways, we're still just getting warmed up.  And at
this time, it is once again our pleasure to welcome back to AWA Saturday
Night a man who many consider to be a legend in this sport, Vernon
Riley.

["You Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover" by Hank Williams, Jr., cranks
over the PA to a big pop for the native Texan.  Dressed in a flannel
shirt, faded jeans, cowboy boots and a tan cowboy hat.  The big man
slaps a few hands on his way over to the table to join Myers and Wilde.]

VR: Awwww, Gawhdon, it's a great feelin' to be back in the great state
o' Texas.

[Texas pop!]

VR: Ol' Vern was gone a coupla weeks ago, and from the looks of things,
Gawhdon...I missed a lot.

Now, I know I ain't been here in the AWA very long.  I know that,
despite all my championships...all my accomplishments elsewhere and
around the gloooooobe...I know that don't automatically put me into the
spotlight here, if ya will.  Like I said before, I know I gotta bide my
tiiiiime...pay my duuuuuues...and that's what I'm gonna do.

But that don't mean I can't come out here and pontificate on what I've
been seein'.  Because if I don't know nothin' else, Gawhdon...it's that
I'm plenty enough of a man to back up what I got to say.

[Pop!]

VR: So now...I hear this old bald Ruskie comin' out here, runnin' his
mouth and downin' this great country that's payin' his bills.  He's
gonna come talk about....Mother Russia.

Well, I got another name for it, and it ain't suited for the young ears
we got in this audience tonight.

[Another pop!]

VR: Listen here, Velikov!  You got your hands full right now with
Clayton Shaw, believe me when I tell ya that...but you keep on runnin'
that old mouth of yours, and Shaw ain't the only red-blooded American
you're gonna have to deal with, baby!

[Jingo-ism pop!]

VR: And Shaw, baby...if you need anyone, any time to give you a hand?
You just gotta look ol' Vern right here up.

[Riley slaps Myers on the shoulder, walking out of view.]

GM:  Let's go up to the ring for "Scorchin' Shane Taylor!

[We fade to the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing.]

MC:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute
time limit.  Introducing first... already in the ring at this time...
from Dallas, Texas... weighing in at 210 pounds... Steven Watkins!

[A scrawny young man pumps a fist to some scattered cheers.]

MC:  And his opponent...

[Donna Summer's "Hot Stuff" kicks in over the PA to a decent sized
shower of boos from the WKIK Studios crowd.]

MC:  Standing 5'11 and weighing in at 220 pounds... from Phoenix,
Arizona...

SCORCHIN' SHAAAAAANE TAAAAAYLOR!

[The disco sounds continue as Taylor steps through the curtain, arms
spread wide.  He's got sunglasses pushed down to the edge of his nose,
looking at the camera as it approaches...

...and then points back to the entryway.]

GM:  I was afraid of this.

[After a moment, the curtain parts again to reveal a young and busty
young lady.  She walks into view of the WKIK crowd, earning quite a few
wolf whistles from the fans.  Dressed in a low cut top and mini-skirt
along with what can only be described as stripper heels, she throws her
arms around the neck of Shane Taylor before taking his hand and walking
down the aisle towards the ring with him.]

BW:  Look at that, Gordo!  Look at her!

GM:  I see her.

BW:  Have you EVER seen a woman like that, daddy?

GM:  I have... and so have you!  Shane Taylor and Candi Kane were quite
the couple in Southern Championship Wrestling down in Atlanta with us,
Bucky.  You remember that?

BW:  Oh, I do.  They were a couple of real hellraisers, daddy... and if
she's come to the AWA to be in Shane's corner, I'd say things just got a
lot more interestin' around these parts.  And around her parts too.

GM:  Would you stop?

[Taylor pauses to kiss his lady before stepping up on the apron, leaving
her to take a place in the corner.  She claps as he slingshots over the
ropes into the ring, all grins as he points a finger of warning at
Steven Watkins.]

GM:  Shane Taylor telling young Mr. Watkins what he's going to do to-

[Without waiting for the bell, Taylor dashes across the ring, burying a
boot into the gut of Watkins.  Grabbing him by the hair, Taylor throws
him backwards, smacking into the buckles.]

GM:  Watkins back against the buckles...

[Standing near the corner, Taylor snaps off a back elbow to the chin,
snapping Watkins' head back against the ropes.  Grabbing him by the arm,
Taylor fires him across the ring.  The impact causes Watkins to stagger
out of the buckles into a boot to the gut where Taylor wraps his arms
around the body, taking him down in a gutwrench suplex.]

GM:  Ohhh!  Nice suplex by Shane Taylor... now what is this?

[The crowd jeers as Taylor crawls on all fours over to the ropes,
sticking his head between them to kiss his ladyfriend once again.]

BW:  You're just jealous, Gordo.  And I can't blame ya.  Look at her. 
Lawd have mercy.

GM:  Taylor climbs back to his feet... hard stomp to the ribs... and
another... and another...

[With Watkins down, Taylor leaps up into the air, dropping his knee down
across the ribcage of his opponent.  Watkins pops up from the impact...

...and eats a hard right hand from the Phoenix native, knocking him back
down to his back.  He promptly wraps his hands around the throat of the
young man, strangling the air out of him.]

GM:  That's a choke!  Get in there, referee!

[At the count of four, Taylor breaks the choke, backing away as the
referee reprimands him...

...which allows Candi Kane to reach under the ropes, pulling down on the
windpipe of Watkins.]

GM:  Oh, come on!  Like he really needs help with this rookie!

[Taylor's face is covered in a huge grin as he walks back towards the
downed Watkins, the referee missing everything about the interference...

...and promptly leaps into the air, smashing both feet down into the gut
of Watkins!]

GM:  Ohhh!  Double stomp by Taylor!  That'll knock the wind right out of
his sails, Bucky!

[Not resting on his laurels, Taylor drags Watkins up by the hair,
wrapping his arm over his neck, hoisting him up in a suplex...

...and smashing Watkins' legs down on the top rope, slingshotting him
back into a picture perfect suplex!]

GM:  Whoa my!

BW:  The execution don't get any better than that one, daddy!

GM:  There's one... there's two... and there's three!


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


GM:  Another victory for Scorchin' Shane Taylor and you've got to wonder
if perhaps Taylor might be considered for that Steal The Spotlight
showdown, Bucky.

BW:  He's been around the AWA for a couple of months now but he's still
pretty new.  I'm in full support of that as long as Candi's comin' with
him, Gordo.

GM:  And hold your tongue, Bucky, cause it looks like they're coming
over here to talk to us right now.

[The camera cuts to the ringside announce area where Shane Taylor, arm
draped over the shoulders of Candi, approaches the announce table.]

GM:  Shane Taylor, congratulations on another victory.

SST:  Thank ya, thank ya, Gordon Myers.  It's a glorious day here in the
ol' W-K-I-K, baby.  Not only did I take another young punk to school and
show 'em what it takes to be a man in this business... but my main
squeeze is right back where she belongs.

[The lovely Ms. Kane beams at her man.]

SST:  Gordo, I knew there was something missing... I just KNEW it, baby.
 I knew that back when I showed up to fight Slater.  I knew there was
something missing when I got in there with him to fight all over the
Carolinas.

But when I lost... and I found the real me hidin' in the shadows... I
thought that was it.  I thought I'd found what was missing.  So, I came
out here and slapped these punks around for the past few weeks... 

[Taylor shakes his head.]

SST:  It wasn't enough, Gordo.  It wasn't right.  

[He takes a look at Candi.]

SST:  Now?  Now, it's right.  Come on, hon.

[And with that, the duo walks out of view, heading towards the locker
room.]

GM:  Fans, don't go away - we'll be right back!

[The camera holds on Gordon and Bucky for a moment before fading to
black...

After a moment, we fade back up on a very long shot of the exterior of a
pretty dingy looking building.]

"Have you ever dreamed of fame?"

[Cut a little closer.]

"Of glory?"

[A little closer.]

"Of your friends and family seeing you on television?"

[And just a little closer, revealing a red, white, and blue sign that
reads "AWA Combat Corner."]

"Well, now you can make all your dreams come true by signing up today at
the AWA Combat Corner - the official training school for the American
Wrestling Alliance!"

[We cut to the interior of the building where we can see lots of
standard gym equipment surrounding a very basic wrestling ring.  There
are people lifting weights, running on treadmills, and of course,
working out in the ring.]

"With the very best trainers in the business, the AWA Combat Corner is
the most-equipped training facility to get you in shape and get you in
the ring in the shortest amount of time!"

[Cut into the ring where Todd Michaelson is barking out instructions.]

"With former World Champion Todd Michaelson leading the classes, you can
guarantee that you will be prepared for in-ring action upon graduation
and with the AWA expanding by the day, you will have a place to work on
Day One!"

[Two young students are grappling on the canvas.]

"So, stop by the Combat Corner today... call our offices... visit our
website... and let them know that you want to be the next AWA Superstar!
 You want to be the future of the business!

You want to wrestle!"

[Fade to a graphic that has all the info on the AWA Combat Corner.  We
freeze there for a moment...

...and then fade back to live action where Gordon and Bucky are
standing with "Stars And Stripes" Clayton Shaw.]

GM:  Welcome back, fans, and at this time, we've been joined by Clayton
Shaw who is just moments away from stepping inside the ring with
Vladimir Velikov!  Clayton, you made this challenge two weeks ago to Mr.
Velikov.

[Shaw nods.]

GM:  And?

[Shaw shrugs.]

CS:  And what, Gordon?

GM:  Well, I thought you might like to tell everyone why.

CS:  Not really, Gordon.  In fact, I'm pretty tired of talking. 
Everyone out there knows why I made the challenge to Velikov tonight so
I don't feel the need to explain it again.

But if there's one thing I'm more sick of than talking... it's listening
to Velikov talk, Gordon.

[Big cheer!  Shaw nods his head at the reaction.]

CS:  He's a punk.  He's a worthless piece of scum and I'm sick of him. 
You know how long I was laid up, Gordon.  And you know that every second
I was on the sidelines, I had to listen to Velikov run his mouth about
my country.

[Shaw shakes his head.]

CS:  Tonight, that ends... tonight, that-

[Shaw trails off as he spots Vladimir Velikov walking into the WKIK
Studios.]

GM:  Now, hold on one second, guys.  You've got a match in that ring in
just a couple of minutes.  We need to keep some control out here and-

[Velikov snatches the mic away.]

VV:  Clayton Shaw, you are sick of me?  You want to... how you say...
shut me up?  

[Velikov waves him forward.]

VV:  Here is your chance...

["Stars And Stripes" doesn't need another invitation, rushing forward to
pop Velikov in the jaw with a right hand, knocking him down to the
floor.  Shaw quickly drags Velikov off the floor, hauling him towards
the ring where he fires him under the ropes...

...and gets DRILLED from behind by a slender, lanky man who rushes into
the Studios from out of nowhere, smashing Shaw in the back of the head!]

GM:  Ohh!

BW:  It's the secret weapon!   Velikov said he wasn't coming back to the
AWA on his own, Gordo!

[Grabbing a handful of Shaw's hair, the freakish-looking bald man
smashes his face into the apron before rolling Shaw into the ring where
Velikov immediately leaps into the beatdown, stomps and kicks to the
downed former Marine.  The mystery assailant is quick to join him in the
ring, joining in the attack.]

GM:  It's a two on one assault on Clayton Shaw!  Velikov and this... I
don't even know what to call him, Bucky!  I'm not sure- wait a second! 
I DO know who that is!

[The camera catches a better glimpse of the assailant for the first time
as he helps Velikov whip Shaw into the ropes, taking him down with a
running double clothesline.]

GM:  Double clothesline... that's Baron Von Klauss, Bucky!

BW:  The German?  Are you sure?

GM:  I'm positive!  Velikov's brought Baron Von Klauss to the AWA!

[Dragging the injured Shaw off the mat, Velikov holds him by the back of
the neck...

...and allows Klauss to wrap a massive hand around the skull of Shaw in
a clawhold!]

GM:  Claw!  He's got the Claw on Shaw!

["Stars And Stripes" screams out in pain, pushing hard on the wrist of
Klauss, trying to battle his way out of the clawhold to no avail. 
Klauss cackles loudly as he squeezes the skull of Shaw, Velikov
screaming at the American all the while.]

GM:  Velikov - this is the only reason he accepted Shaw's challenge!  I
knew he didn't want any part of Clayton Shaw!  I knew it!  This was a
setup all the while, Bucky!

BW:  You might be right, Gordo.

GM:  I know I'm right and-

[BIG CHEER!]

GM:  VERNON RILEY!

[The crowd cheers as Riley charges towards the ring in his street
clothes, diving into the ring.  Velikov rushes to meet him...

...and eats a snapping jab to the jaw!  Riley snaps off another... and
another... and another...]

GM:  He's rockin' the Russian...

[With a big windup, Riley bashes Velikov over the crown of the head with
a big elbowsmash, knocking Velikov down to the mat.  The crowd roars as
Riley rushes forward, just narrowly missing getting his hands on Baron
Von Klauss as the German bails from the ring!]

GM:  Vernon Riley clears out the Russian and the German!  Vernon Riley
has saved the day for Clayton Shaw!  

BW:  Well, we heard Riley say earlier tonight that he'd be watching out
for Shaw if Shaw needed him... I'd say he needed him in a big way right
there, Gordo.

GM:  You've got that right!

[Riley drops down to a knee next to Shaw, helping him up off the mat to
the cheers of the crowd.]

GM:  Clayton Shaw can't believe what just happened and I'm guessing
there's not gonna be a match tonight with Velikov.  That piece of trash
Russian just pulled the wool over on all of us, Bucky.

BW:  Eh, I knew he wasn't going to wrestle.

GM:  You did not!  Fans, we've got to take another break.  We'll be
right back!

[The camera holds on the ring where Vernon Riley and Clayton Shaw are
discussing what happened as we fade to black.

After a moment, we fade back up on a shot of Jason Dane and Mark
Stegglet in an apparently moving car.]

JD:  Hey, AWA fans - so much of our lives are now spent on-the-go,
wouldn't you love to be able to keep track of your favorite AWA
superstars when you're away from home?

MS:  I know I would, Jason!  And I'd also love to have a place to put
out all those rumors we hear during the week that never make AWA
Saturday Night Wrestling.

JD:  You've got that right.  Wouldn't it be great if we could combine
both of those ideas into one?

[Suddenly, a giant graphic of an iPhone appears between them!]

JD & MS:  NOW WE CAN!

[A voiceover takes over - thank God.]

VO:  Starting today, you can download AWA Access - a great new
application for your iPhone where you can get all the AWA news, rumors,
and happenings before the rest of the world.  And don't forget to check
out the "exclusive" section for matches that never aired!  AWA Access -
coming to an iPhone near you!

[Fade back to black...

...and then back up to live action where Gordon Myers is standing inside
the ring!]

GM:  Welcome back, fans, and ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time
is an AWA Original who, on our last edition of Saturday Night Wrestling,
made his return to the AWA in somewhat controversial fashion. Please
join me in welcoming the one and only...WEREWOLF...GREGORSON!!

[Metallica's "Of Wolf and Man" begins to blast out over the P.A. as the
6'8" tall Gregorson suddenly appears at the back of the crowd, making
his way through the throng of people in attendance as they cheer wildly.
Dressed in blue jeans, a navy blue AWA t-shirt, and a black leather
jacket, a pair of dark glasses on his face and his now shoulder-length
silver-white hair tied back with a leather cord, Gregorson steps over
the retaining wall and climbs the stairs into the ring, stepping over
the top rope and taking his place alongside the "Voice of the AWA" as
Myers extends his hand in greeting.]

GM: Before we begin, Werewolf, let me just take a moment to welcome you
back to the AWA and tell you what a pleasure it is to be standing here
with you tonight.

[Gregorson accepts the offer of a handshake as the fans start to chant
his name.]

WG: Thank you, Gordon, and let me just tell you how GREAT it is to be
back here with you and the fans.

But I don't think you called me and asked me to come out here just to
say hello, now did you?

GM: No, not really. I...

WG (smirking): Gordon, I know why I'm here. You want to know what I was
thinking last week when I was standing there in the ring with City Jack
after I saved him from a beatdown at the hands of Adrian Freeman and
Callisto Dufresne.

Am I right?

GM: Well...

WG: No, it's alright. You see, I'm kind of actually wondering the same
thing myself.

[Shocked POP from the fans!!]

WG: Hold on, hold on. Let me explain.

You see, I sat at home for months recovering from my injuries...

Injuries inflicted on me by the very same City Jack whose neck I saved
last week...

And, despite his protests of innocence about not meaning to put me on
the shelf for all those months, not once in all that time did he ever
bother to see how I was doing.

On top of that, when my tag team partner, Despair, needed help in his
fight against Adrian Freeman and Callisto Dufresne, where was Kentucky's
Pride? Despair had to go OUTSIDE the AWA to find someone to help him,
Gordon, and then Freeman and Dufrense put THEM on the shelf!!

But where was our good Òfriend,Ó City Jack?!?

GM: I really can't answer that, Werewolf, but, speaking of Despair, is
he...

WG: Despair is fine, Gordon, and he sends his regards. He's living in
Orlando these days and running a wrestling school, but not a day goes by
that he doesn't think about the AWA.

But I'm not here to talk about Despair today. I'm here to explain my
actions the other night.

You see, Gordon, while it's true that I have my issues with City Jack, I
also have issues with Freeman and Dufrense, which is why I chose to
interject myself into their little theatrics last week.

Because, as of this moment, I don't know who I'd like to get my hands on
more or what I plan to do to any of them...and I certainly couldn't let
City Jack get hurt before I've made up my mind.

GM: But, Werewolf, your fans...aren't you worried about how they'll
react if you turn on someone as popular as City Jack?

WG: Gordon, my fans have been behind me since day one. My hospital room
was filled with flowers, my mailman was overwhelmed by the sheer number
of "Get Well" cards he was delivering to my home, and my website nearly
crashed from all the well-wishers who were posting on it. I'm not afraid
of what my fans will think because I know they'll always be there for me
like I am for them.

GM: Then your return to the AWA, your plans for the future...

WG: Are still very much up in the air, though I will say this to anyone
who tries to stand in my way.

[Gregorson removes the sunglasses to reveal a pair of glowing yellow
eyes.]

WG: A new day is dawning in the AWA, Gordon Myers, and, with it, the
Werewolf Gregorson of old has returned. Throw away your preconceived
notions, my friend, and expect the unexpected...

Because the Hunt begins anew...

And I Hunt...

Therefore I Am.

[Gregorson cups his hands around his mouth and lets out a mighty howl as
the image cuts to the backstage area where Jason Dane is standing next
to "Superstar" Kevin Slater whose eyes are hidden behind a set of
sunglasses as he looks off-camera.]

JD:  It's an exciting night here in the WKIK Studios and I am backstage
with "Superstar" Kevin Slater, just a little while before your Main
Event showdown with Pure X.  Mr. Slater, your thoughts...

[Slater doesn't immediately respond.]

JD:  Mr. Slater?

[Slater finally acknowledges Dane, snapping his head back in his
direction.]

KS:  Huh?

JD:  I was asking about your match with Pure X tonight.

KS:  Who?

JD:  Seriously?  Pure X!  The #8 contender to the National Title.  The
guy who challenged you for a match to try and win the #7 spot.  This
ringing any bells?

[Slater looks confused and then snaps his fingers.]

KS:  That kid I beat up last time?

JD:  Well, I suppose you might say that but Shane Destiny had a hand in
that too you know.

KS:  I'm wrestling Destiny?

JD:  No!  Pure X!

KS:  Jase, I don't know what you've heard but I'm clean now.  Have been
for a while.  I don't do that stuff anymore.

JD:  That's his name!  Pure X!

[Slater snaps the glasses off his face, a wide smirk crossing it.]

KS:  Ah yes.  Pure X.  The guy who interrupted my dramatic re-enactment
of the greatest night of Bobby Taylor's life two weeks ago.  The guy who
came out here and said the people wanted to see me and him get it on in
the ring.  That guy, right?

JD:  Yes, that guy.

KS:  Yeah, not so worried about it.

JD:  But Mr. Slater, he-

KS:  Not worried about it.

[Dane sighs.]

JD:  Okay... well, is there anything else you want to talk about?

KS:  Bobby Taylor.

JD:  Of course.

KS:  I just don't get it, Dane.  You've been around Taylor a long time. 
You know him.  This should have worked, damn it.  This SO should have
worked.  

Made a fool out of him?  Check.
Beat up his friends?  Check.
Beat up his family?  Check.
Mocked his legacy?  Check.

[Slater shrugs.]

KS:  What else can I do, Dane?  What more can I do to get that yellow
son of a-

[Slater trails off, scratching his chin.]

KS:  What can I do to get him in the ring with me?  There's gotta be
something!  There's just got to be...

[Slater shakes his head, walking off the set saying "got to be" again
just barely audible as Jason Dane watches.]

JD:  Kevin Slater remains focused... but on the wrong man.  Will that
cost him later tonight in our Main Event?  We've only got a little while
longer to go before we know for sure.

[The shot holds on Jason Dane for a moment before fading to a very non
descript backstage area.  A blank concrete wall in one of the blank
concrete hallways.  Before the camera, nervously wringing his hands and
barely able to keep from pacing is one "All American" Aaron Anderson.

The tall, good looking newcomer to the AWA is every bit impressive as
his resume might suggest.  Muscular in a proportioned way, with long
arms and legs and a thick neck, the former Division II wrestling
champion is bred for the mats... not yet for the camera as evident by
his awkward start.]

AA:  I... am.. Aaron Anderson.

[Deep breath kid.]

AA:  I am Aaron Anderson, an... THE... 

[Keep going.]

AA:  ..."All American".  "The All American" Aaron Anderson and last time
here in the the AWA studios I made my debut in an AWA ring.  Straight
out of the Combat Corner I came, trained by Todd Michaelson and his
staff and thrust into the national spotlight.

[His confidence grows... somewhat.]

AA:  I have trained for a lifetime for...err... to be here.  From a kid
I wanted to be a professional wrestler.  I may have changed my course
and enrolled at Cloud St. University where I became an amateur wrestling
champion, but I am in the big time now.  NOW I am a professional
wrestler.  A _professional_ wrestler on one of the finest stages of them
all, right here in the AWA.

[Awkward, mistimed pause.  He's searching.  He's new.  Give him time.]

AA:  I am going to go out once more into that ring, in front of the
greatest fans in the world and prove my skills not only to them, but to
myself.  It's me, all alone.  No coaches, no team mates.  Just Aaron
Anderson and the wrestling world hopefully... HOPEFULLY cheering him on.
 We'll see what happens tonight, but no matter what does, I know that I
will give it my all, put all my effort in out there and come out the
victor tonight.  I will not let myself down.  I won't let Todd
Michaelson down and most importantly of all, I won't let the fans down!

[Obligatory, cued and rehearsed fist pump before he walks out of view,
heading presumably towards the entryway.

We cut back inside the WKIK Studios where suddenly AC/DC's "Spoiling for
a Fight" rattles over the house speakers, queuing the entrance of AWA
newcomer "All American" Aaron Anderson.  The tall, athletic young man
bounds out without pause.  His hand is outstretched before the fans even
are, hoping for a high five from whomever might give it to him.]

MC:  Introducing now, from St. Cloud, Minnesota, weighing in at
245lbs... 

"THE ALL AMERICAN" AARON ANDERSON!

[Dressed in green tights with black kneepads and boots, Anderson's gear
choice doesn't cut a shocking picture, but regardless his energy is a
presence as he continues to jog around the ring, giving the obligatory
"COME ON!" and a fist pump before stopping, ONE HOPPING up onto the
apron and with as much ease and barely a hand on the ropes, bounds right
over the top rope and into the ring.  He turns, smiling as he climbs to
the second rope, raising his hands once more.  Youthful exhuberance, you
gotta love it.]

MC:  And his opponent... already in the ring at this time... from Parts
Unknown at 280 pounds... Mr. X!

[A large man dressed in all black from head to toe including a very dull
looking mask raises both arms...

...and then charges across the ring towards the unsuspecting rookie who
turned his back to salute the fans for just a moment, leaving his back
exposed to a barrage of forearm smashes across the back and neck.]

GM:  Here we go and the large masked man is all over Aaron Anderson in
the opening moments...

BW:  So much for Anderson's spot in the Steal The Spotlight showdown.

[The masked man spins Anderson around in the corner, bending over to
grab the middle rope and SLAMS his shoulder into the ribcage of the
All-American.  A few more shoulderdrives follow before he grabs Anderson
by the wrist, whipping him across the ring.]

GM:  Mr. X charges!

[The big man raises both arms up for a double axehandle blow...

...but Anderson sidesteps, forcing X to smash into the corner.  A
stunned masked man turns around as Anderson hooks him under the arm and
around the head.]

GM:  Are you kidding me?

[Showing off his power, Anderson HURLS Mr. X through the air, sending
him crashing down to the canvas with a big biel throw!]

GM:  Ohhh my!  Did you see that?

BW:  I'm right here too, Gordo.

GM:  I'm guessing they didn't teach him in the collegiate ranks.

BW:  I wouldn't think so.

[Anderson drops down in a three point stance as he waits for Mr. X to
regain his feet...

...and promptly bowls him over with a rushing shoulder block!]

GM:  Ohh!  He takes the big man down again!

[The Minnesota native drops down into a crouch, sizing up the 280 pound
masked man as he slowly rises...

...and lunges forward with a double leg tackle, hoisting X off the mat
and charging INTO the corner with him, smashing him against the
buckles!]

GM:  Good grief!

[The masked man staggers away from the corner as Anderson backs off,
hoisting the big man into the air, pivoting, and DRIVING him into the
mat with a thunderous powerslam!]

GM:  What impact!  That powerslam could have- wait a second!

[Anderson quickly regains his feet, dragging the dazed Mr. X into a
standing headscissors.  He promptly hooks one arm - then hooks the
other.]

GM:  Look out for this!

[The Division II wrestling star pauses, pulling up all his strength as
he powers the masked man into the air, flipping him over, and sitting
down in a powerbomb!]

GM:  BILLION!  DOLLAR!  BOMB!

[The referee drops down to the mat slapping the mat once... twice... and
finally, three times.]


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


GM:  That'll do it right there.  Aaron Anderson with an impressive
victory - no doubt putting his name into the mix of those being
considered for the Stealing The Spotlight showcase.  In fact, I'm being
told we're going back to the SuperClash Control Center right now where
Jason Dane has some breaking news to tell us.  Jason?

[We promptly dissolve to the swirling, crazy SuperClash Control Center
logo that fades to reveal Jason Dane seated in front of a row of
television monitors.]

JD:  Thanks, Gordon - and welcome back, fans, to the Control Center! 
The entire wrestling world is buzzing about what'll go down in just a
few short weeks in the Dallas Memorial Auditorium at SuperClash!  Let's
run it down for ya...

The AWA National Title will be on the line when Juan Vasquez challenges
"Hotshot" Stevie Scott for the gold.  We heard it earlier tonight.  Ben
Waterson will be gagged, bound, and hung in a steel cage above the ring.
 Gary Bright and the Bishops will be handcuffed to the ringposts.  And
if the Hotshot gets himself disqualified or counted out, the title WILL
change hands.  Juan Vasquez certainly seems to have stacked the odds in
his favor for Thanksgiving night!

The National Tag Team Titles will be up for grabs as well as the
champions, Kentucky's Pride, will celebrate their near year long title
reign by defending against Calisto Dufresne and Adrian Freeman.  These
two teams have been at each other's throats since almost Day One in the
AWA and this should finally all come to a head at SuperClash in an
UNSANCTIONED MATCH!  The AWA has thrown up their hands and will not be
responsible for City Jack's physical wellbeing after this one is over. 
Plus,  the winning team will be given the #1 seed in the big tag team
tournament to be held December 25th and 26th in Laredo, Texas!

And speaking of heated tag team rivalries, yet another war will come to
an end in Dallas.  It's official!  Dave Cooper and Eric Matthew Somers
have agreed to the challenge Cousin Bo laid out earlier tonight.  Rough
N Ready vs The Bishop Boys - the Final Showdown... and there MUST be a
winner!  And in breaking news, the Championship Committee has announced
that the winning team in this one will receive the #2 seed in the
tournament!

You talk about the Irresistable Force meeting the Immovable Object and
that's exactly what we'll witness on Thanksgiving night in Dallas when
the Gold Bomber, Gary Bright, goes one on one with the walking natural
disaster, the mighty Tumaffi!  This should be one for the ages, fans!

And I made it official earlier tonight... the Stealing The Spotlight
showdown.  A five on five elimination match with stakes as high as they
get - non-title matches of their chosing for all of the survivors.  The
Championship Committee has been watching closely all night to see who
deserves a spot in this match.  Now, we can announce the first two in...

[The screen fills with a still photo of MAMMOTH Mizusawa and Louis
Matsui!]

JD:  MAMMOTH Mizusawa is on Team #1!  And who has been named to Team #2?

[A dramatic pause - and the screen fills with a shot of a victorious
Aaron Anderson from just moments ago.]

JD:  "All American" Aaron Anderson!  Wow!  Two tremendous starts to what
you can only imagine will be two incredible teams ready to go at it at
SuperClash!

[Dane grins.]

JD:  But I've got one more piece of news for all of you fans out there. 
Two weeks ago, Bucky Wilde broke the scoop - Mark Langseth has signed a
contract to compete here in the AWA!

Well, now, I've got a scoop of my own...

At SuperClash on Thanksgiving night, Mark Langseth will make his AWA
in-ring debut!

[Dane nods, pleased with himself.]

JD:  It's going to be a historic night of action at SuperClash, fans -
one that you will NOT want to miss!

[Fade away to the AWA SuperClash Control Center logo where we hold for a
moment before fading to black.

...and then back up.  It's a shot of a few kids standing outside of a
classroom.  A fourth kid walks up to them, carrying his backpack over
his shoulder.]

4th Kid:  Hey guys... wait til you see what I got from AWAShop.com!

[He whips open the backpack and produces...

...a JUAN VASQUEZ BOBBLEHEAD!]

"Whoa!"

"Wow!"

"That rocks!"

"I want one... now!"

[The 4th kid looks pleased with himself...

...until a fifth kid walks up.]

5th Kid:  Juan Vasquez, huh?  That's not bad... but check this out!

[The 5th kid opens his backpack and reveals...

...a CITY JACK BOBBLEHEAD!]

"WHOA!"

"WOWER!"

"THAT ROCKS MORE!"

"I WANT ONE... NOW!"

[The fifth kid looks proud as the fourth kid looks sad at his Vasquez
bobblehead and we fade to black...

...and then back up on live action where Gordon and Bucky are standing.]

GM:  Welcome back to AWA Saturday Night Wrestling, fans.  It's been a
wild night here in the WKIK Studios and we've still got our big Main
Event of Kevin Slater vs Pure X to come, Bucky.

BW:  Pure X is going to wish he'd let sleeping dogs alone, Gordo.

GM:  What's that mean?

BW:  When a former two-time World Champ is busy trying to get in someone
else's head, let him stay there.

GM:  We'll see about that but for now, let's go up to the ring for more
AWA act- now what?

[The fans begin to jeer as Shannon "The Truth" LaFoye walks out of the
entrance tunnel, staring at the ring - and more specifically, Melissa
Cannon - as she heads towards the announce position.]

GM:  We're about to be joined by... Ms. LaFoye, welcome back.

SL:  I'm sure you mean that too, Gordon.

GM:  Well, I have to admit that we did have other business to attend to
that you're interrupting.  What brings you out here?

SL:  Gee, Gordon.  I don't know.  What do you think I want to talk
about?  The situation in the Middle East?  The shoddy umpire work in the
baseball postseason?  Maybe one of those girls from The Hills?

[LaFoye sneers.]

SL:  I'm here for the same reason I'm always here.  I'm here for-

[From inside the ring, Melissa Cannon shouts out.]

MC:  Hey!

[LaFoye turns her attention towards the ring, glaring at Cannon.]

MC:  Yeah.  You.  I'm talking to you!

[Cannon approaches the ropes.]

MC:  I'm sure I'm not the only one thinking it in this building but
could you please shut up?

[Big cheer!]

MC:  We get it.  You want a chance to wrestle in the AWA.  I understand
exactly how you feel.  I've been trying to get a shot to wrestle in a
company for years and keep getting shoved around to announcing duties. 
You want a shot to wrestle.  I get it.

But you don't need to come out here every week and complain about not
getting it.  That's not how we do things around here, Shannon.

[LaFoye shakes her head, glaring a hole right through Cannon.]

MC:  So, please... go back to the locker room.  Go talk to the
Championship Committee.  Go talk to the promoters.  Let 'em know what
you want to do.  

But keep these people out of your backstage drama, Shannon.

[Another big cheer!]

MC:  And now... the following contest is scheduled for one fall with a
ten minute time limit...

[A smallish man steps through the ropes into the ring.]

MC:  From Austin, Texas... weighing in at 201 pounds... Dave Batts!

[Big fist pump!]

MC:  And his opponent...

["Here Comes The Pain" by Slayer kicks in to a mixed reaction from the
AWA faithful.]

MC:  Standing 6'10 and weighing in at 320 pounds... from Los Angeles,
California...

"PSYCHO" SCOTT PAAAAAAAAIN!

[The big man from Unfinished Business walks into the WKIK Studios,
already drenched with sweat from a pre-match workout.  The muscular
powerhouse looks around at the crowd, waving on their reaction as he
strides towards the ring.  He steps up on the apron, slinging a leg over
the ropes into the ring...

...and catching an oncoming Batts around the throat with a mighty right
hand!]

GM:  Wait a second!  No!

[The monster powers Batts into the air, driving him down to the canvas
with a thunderous chokeslam!]

GM:  OHHHHHHH!

[Pain cracks a grin at the protesting referee, shoving him aside as he
reaches down, dragging a limp Batts off the mat, and tugging him into a
standing headscissors as the referee calls for the bell.  He wraps his
arms around the Texan's waist.]

GM:  Look out for this...

BW:  If he hits this, it's over.

[Pain powers the young man off the mat, holding him high for a moment...

...and DRIVES him down with a crushing powerbomb!]

GM:  OHHHHHHHHHH!

[The crowd falls silent as Pain looks out over the masses, slowly
inching forward and planting a boot in the middle of Batts' small
chest.]

GM:  One.  Two.  And there's three.


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


MC:  Here is your winner... SCOTT PAAAAAAAIN!

[Pain stays just long enough to get his hand raised before stepping back
over the ropes, dropping down to the floor.]

GM:  And it looks like Mr. Pain is about to join us here at ringside.

[The 6'10 monster walks over to the announcers at ringside, resting a
heavy hand on the shoulder of Bucky Wilde as he takes his place by the
podium.]

GM:  An impressive victory right there, Mr. Pain.

SP:  Yeah, yeah, I guess it was.  It feels pretty good, Myers.  I've
come out here for months now and been a part of Unfinished Business...
it's just kinda nice to stand on my own for once again.

GM:  Speaking of Unfinished Business, Scott... two weeks ago, you-

[Suddenly, Colt Patterson emerges from the locker room area to the
cheers of the crowd.  Patterson is all fired up though as he approaches
the desk.]

CP:  Yeah!  Let's talk about Unfinished Business, Scott.  More
specifically, let's talk about where the HELL you were two weeks ago 
when the kid and I were getting our tails kicked!

[Pain shakes his head at Patterson.]

CP:  Come on, Scott!  I want to know what's going on with you!  What's
gotten into your head?

[Suddenly, Pain looks irate, leaning over the mic while pointing a
finger at Patterson.]

SP:  What's going on with ME?  What's in MY head?  What the hell is
going on with you, Colt?!

[Patterson looks puzzled.]

SP:  We started this team to take care of each other... to watch each
other's backs.  We started this team so we could show the whole world
that guys who've been around this business for a long, long time could
still compete with the best in the world.

And then you go without talking to me and try to bring that... kid...
into the mix.

[Patterson protests.]

CP:  Wait a second, Scott... we needed him!  We needed to be-

SP:  NO!  You needed him!  You wanted him to be part of the group.  You
never asked me and you didn't give a damn what I wanted.  I told you I
didn't trust the kid.  I told you I didn't think we needed him in the
team but you did it anyways.

You showed the entire world just how weak we were when you went and
asked that kid to join us.

[Pain shakes his head again.]

SP:  And it wasn't just asking... you BEGGED that kid to join us.  Week
after week, he turned you down and you just kept embarassing yourself by
begging him.  Hell, it was downright humiliating.

You're Colt Patterson.  You're a former World Champ.  We used to make
people beg to stand in the same room with us and now you're begging some
punk kid to give you the time of day.

[Pain spits on the floor.]

SP:  Makes me sick.  So, you want to know why I didn't come out two
weeks ago to save your tails from the Right Proper Thugs?

That's why.  I didn't give a damn if they crippled that kid.  I didn't
give a damn if they put him out of the AWA.

[Patterson shouts.]

CP:  If you didn't like the kid, I get that... but me, Scott.  They
could've taken me out too!

[Pain shrugs.]

SP:  If you've gotten that soft, then perhaps our business is finished
after all.

[And with that, Scott Pain turns and walks away, leaving his shocked
longtime friend and partner behind.]

GM:  Colt?

[Colt Patterson looks absolutely stunned, ignoring Gordon Myers as he
slowly walks away from the announce area.]

GM:  Well, fans... we may have just seen the end of Unfinished Business
right in front of our very eyes.  Scott Pain with some very harsh words
for his best friend and... well, I'll be very eager to see where this
goes from here.  Hang on, fans - we'll be right back with more AWA
action!

[The camera holds on Gordon Myers for a moment before fading to black...

...and then back up on a shot of the AWA National Title belt.  The
super-excited voice of Mark Stegglet is heard over it.]

"You've seen it on Saturday Night Wrestling!"

[A shot of Marcus Broussard with the belt over his shoulder.]

"You've seen it on AWA supercards like Memorial Day Mayhem and The Last
Stampede!"

[A shot of Ron Houston wearing the belt in a promo picture.]

"You've seen the best the AWA has to offer wearing it!"

[Now a shot of Kolya Sudakov in a fighting pose with the belt hanging
over his shoulder.]

"And now, it can be yours!"

[A shot of Stevie Scott holding the belt high in the air fades into a
shot of a young fan doing the same.]

"Available NOW on AWAShop.com, get the official replica of the AWA
National Title belt that only the best and brightest of the AWA
superstars have held!"

[A closeup of the AWA National Title slowly fades to black...

...and then back up to live action where the shot opens to Jason Dane,
standing by with the tag team champions, Tin Can Rust and City Jack.
Both Kentucky's Pride members look worse for wear - Jack's eye is still
bandaged with the wrap around forehead and covering the affected eye;
TCR has a bandage on his forehead, covering the cut sustained via the
Wham Bam, Thank You Ma'am! on the title belt from last time out. Both
Jack and Rust are dressed in their street clothes, showing that they're
not here to wrestle. However, they do carry their tag titles with them.]

JD: Jason Dane here with Tin Can Rust and before we begin, I have to ask
how is your eye doing, City Jack, after the attack by Calisto Dufresne
and Adrian Freeman?

[City Jack just shakes his head.]

CJ: Mr. Dane, it ain't improved none if that's what ya wonderin'.

JD: Are -

CJ: But, it sure ain't keepin' away for SuperClash! Them two yellow
snakes'll have to put an end to my time here on God's green Earth before
I give up my chance to get at 'em.

JD: And Tin Can Rust, how are you?

[Rust coldly looks down at Dane for a moment and then turns his head
away.]

TCR: I'm fine.

JD: O... k, um... Well, last time on Saturday Night Wrestling, you saw
the return of Werewolf Gregorson who seemed to save you. Jack. and you,
Tin Can, from further injury. Your thoughts on his return?

[Rust sighs.]

TCR: Dane... Gregorson coming back doesn't affect us. As long as he has
his wits not to interrupt our match at SuperClash, then I don't care
what he does.

[Jack looks back to his partner and shakes his head a bit.]

CJ: I think what my partner here is sayin' is that it's good to see the
man back in action. Now, I got to say, more than anyone, I SURE am glad
to see him back. The way it ended last time out and all... A bad taste
in my mouth ain't sayin' it all.

JD: He didn't seem to show whether he was forgiving or not.

CJ: Look, Mr. Dane, if the man still has some anger about it all, then
so be it. I'd be piss & vinager too if I got shelved for months. But I
just got to hope that at some point, he and I can hash it all for the
better.

JD: Alright, well changing subjects, after getting the blessing from the
Championship Committee, in two weeks you finally will get your hands on
Adrian Freeman and Calisto Dufresne in the Unsanctioned Match for the
National Tag Team Titles. Do you have any concerns going into the match?

CJ: Mr. Dane, just look at us...

[Jack motions his hand towards Rust and himself.]

CJ: We're old, beat 'up, half blind and mostly slow. We're going up
against two people who've had a hand puttin' away better wrestler's than
us two ol' sobs. They younger, faster, and got a killer instinct.

[Jack pauses.]

CJ: So gettin' concerned? We got worries? Mr. Dane...

[Jack takes in a deep breath.]

CJ: No sir, no sir, no sir! This match here is Unsanctioned, right?

JD: That's correct.

CJ: So if it's Unsanctioned, that means the AWA ain't enforcin' its
rules none, right?

JD: I... guess.

CJ: And if that's true, these two ol' beat-up simple brawlers are gonna
unload a new lesson on them two kids. They done been pokin' at the hive
way to long, Mr. Dave. At SuperClash, Adrian Freeman and my ol' friend,
Ca-lis-to Dufresne? This ain't gonna be no eye for an eye, boys... 

[Jack wags his finger.]

CJ: After what you two've tried to pull? At SuperClash it'll be your end
by the time that final bell rings.

[Rust walks off as Jack pats Dane on the shoulder before following his
partner back out of the shot.]

JD: There you have it, the champs are ready for SuperClash! Back to you,
Gordon and Bucky.

[Cut back to ringside where the announce team is standing.]

GM:  Thanks for that, Jason.  Kentucky's Pride says they're ready for
SuperClash and their Unsanctioned Match for the National Tag Team Titles
with Dufresne and Freeman.  Your thoughts, Bucky?

BW:  Let it never be said that those two don't have guts.  

GM:  Wow, Bucky.  That's quite the-

BW:  Brains... not so much.  But guts they've got.

GM:  Never mind.  You think they're making a mistake?

BW:  I absolutely think they're making a mistake.  City Jack can barely
see out of one of those eyes.  And if the rumors are true, one blow in
the wrong spot by Freeman or Dufresne could not just end his career...
it couid permanently blind him in one eye.  When you add in the tag
titles and the #1 seed in the big tag tournament coming up, there's just
so much on the line at SuperClash for those two teams.

GM:  You'd better believe it.  And speaking of having a lot on the line.
 Let's talk about Raphael Rhodes.  Rhodes was involved in one of the
AWA's hottest rivalries with Juan Vasquez for months until No Escape
when he lost a grueling steel cage match.  We hadn't seen him at all
since then, Bucky.

BW:  No, we hadn't and there were a lot of rumors why.  Was he hurt? 
Was he embarassed?  Was he ashamed?  The kid had nothing to be ashamed
about, Gordo.  That was one heck of a match he went through.

GM:  It certainly was.  Then came the salt in the wounds when Stevie
Scott and Ben Waterson called out Rhodes for a match... knowing he
wasn't in the building... and perpertrated some joke where Scott
defeated Rhodes by countout - a victory the Championship Committee later
overturned.  We knew Rhodes would be livid at this blow to his ego and
I, for one, couldn't wait to see what would happen when Rhodes returned
to action.  Well, that happened two weeks ago when Raphael Rhodes was
scheduled to be a guest on Stevie's Hotspot... let's go back two weeks
and see exactly what happened...

[We fade to footage marked "TWO WEEKS AGO!"  As we join the footage,
Stevie Scott is in the middle of the ring, his hand outstretched towards
Raphael Rhodes who is glaring at the offered hand.]

GM:  Uhhhh.

BW:  I'm not sure I like the looks of this, Gordo.

[Ignoring the offered hand, Rhodes strides across the ring and gets
right up in the face of Stevie Scott.  To his credit, the National
Champion doesn't back down, returning the stare at the man from the
United Kingdom.]

GM:  This could be about to break down at any moment, Bucky!

BW:  Come on!  Give peace a chance!

[Seeing his partner in crime in jeopardy, Gary Bright steps forward,
nudging his way in between Rhodes and Scott.  The powerhouse shouts a
few words in the direction of Rhodes as the crowd buzzes about what may
be about to happen...

...and suddenly, a voice rings out!]

"STOP!  STOP THIS!  STOP RIGHT NOW!"

[The jeers go wild as "Agent To The Stars" Ben Waterson comes rushing
from the locker room area.  He promptly makes his way up the steps,
entering the ring to take a spot right next to the Gold Bomber.  The
National Champion looks at Waterson with some confusion as the Agent
tries to intervene.]

ATTSBW:  Raphael Rhodes... you do NOT want to do this.

[More boos from the fans.  Rhodes' expression doesn't change at all as
he continues to stare at the National Champion.]

ATTSBW:  Believe me.  You do NOT want to do this.  Raphael, I know
you're a smart man.  And I know you're a business man.  You know when to
separate a personal issue from a business issue and that's exactly the
situation in front of us right now.  This is a business issue.

[Still no reaction from the UK warrior.]

ATTSBW:  Earlier tonight, I came out here and I challenged the entire
wrestling world to impress us.  I told them all to step up to the plate
and show myself, the Bomber, and the National Champion that they were
worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as us.  I wanted people to
prove themselves to us.

Well, Raphael... without question, what you did at No Escape... you
proved yourself to us.

[The jeers intensify.]

ATTSBW:  You fought your heart out in one of the damndest brawls I've
ever seen in my life.  You bled, you sweated, you battled... and in the
end... 

...you lost.

[Rhodes visibly flinches at that statement, his gaze still on the
champion.]

ATTSBW:  I know what that felt like for you.  To spend so many months in
a war with someone and after all is said and done, to come up short in
finishing him off.  I know what it felt like.  It was disappointing. 
No, it was heartbreaking, Raphael.

And you never wanted to feel that way again.

[Waterson pauses.]

ATTSBW:  So, the opportunity is in front of you, Raphael.  You want to
avoid that feeling for the rest of your career, the choice is clear...

You unclinch those fists at your sides.  You forget about the little fun
that we had at your expense a few weeks ago.

[One more pause.]

ATTSBW:  And you shake my hand.

[The jeers go nuts as Rhodes turns to glare at Waterson, finally
breaking his gaze away from Stevie Scott.  Waterson slowly extends his
hand.]

ATTSBW:  It's the easiest thing you've ever done, Raphael.  You shake my
hand.  You shake the Bomber's hand.  You shake Stevie's hand.  And when
it's all said and done, you join the most elite group in professional
wrestling.  The clothes, the cars, the houses, the jewelry, the money,
the women...

The opportunity to be the best in the world.  Look around you, kid!

[Rhodes continues to stare at Waterson.]

ATTSBW:  You've got the greatest mind in professional wrestling steering
the ship.  You've got the best body in professional wrestling - the
future of our sport - watching our backs.  And you've got the AWA
National Champion - the best in the world - being THE MAN in this
business.

It's your chance, Raphael.  It's your opportunity.

It's your choice.

[And with a gesture from the Agent To The Stars, Bright and Scott back
away, exiting the ring and leaving Raphael Rhodes to stare motionlessly
at them as we fade back to live action where Gordon Myers is standing.]

GM:  It's his choice indeed and at this time, I'd like to find out
exactly what choice he's made.  Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome
Raphael Rhodes to the WKIK Studios!

[A mixed reaction overtakes the crowd, as Raphael Rhodes walks from the
entrance, dressed in a leather jacket and Manchester City jersey, along
with faded jeans and black boots.  His hair is closely buzzed, and he
has a week's growth beard on his face.  He calmly walks over to Gordon
Myers, sighing somewhat as he offers a handshake.  Myers warily
accepts.]

GM: Over the last few weeks, Mr. Rhodes, you have been
uncharacteristically quiet.  Even when you had a chance to take out
Stevie Scott after his grandstand challenge, and even when you received
Ben Waterson's offer to join his group, you didn't even say a word.
There are a myriad of questions that can be asked, but one question that
sums it all up; what is next for Raphael Rhodes?

[Rhodes sighs again, struggling to even look Myers or the camera in the
eyes.  Myers holds the microphone under Rhodes' mouth, trying to
encourage an answer, but Rhodes remains silent.  After a few
uncomfortable seconds... ]

GM: Mr. Rhodes, I don't understand.  You've never been this quiet.  Is
it possible that the lo-...

[Rhodes suddenly grasps the microphone and pulls it towards him.  He
takes a moment to process his thoughts, then begins speaking.]

RR: Don't you bring that up.  Don't stand there and tell me how you
don't understand.  Don't tell me that I'm being uncharacteristic,
because you don't know me, and you never will.

[Rhodes finally looks to the eyes of Myers, who is growing increasingly
uncomfortable at the young Briton's anger.]

RR: You ain't never been in there, Myers.  You never spent almost an
entire year of your life plannin' and hopin' that things were going to
go your way, and you never fought the best fight of your entire bleedin'
life... and lost.  I ain't never been gutted the way losing to Juan
Vasquez gutted me.  I've heard the press... seen what the fans have
said... they said I earned everyone's respect that night.  There's just
one problem... I _lost_.  Respect don't mean nothin' when you're a
loser.

[Rhodes lets go of the microphone.]

GM: Well, you've made it quite clear that you're frustrated, but what
does that mean for the future?

RR: I don't know.  I proved I was right all along, that my way was the
right way, because I made Juan Vasquez abandon everythin' he tried to
preach to me... and I lost.  Now he's goin' to cash in a title shot
wherever he wants, and I'm sittin' on the sidelines tryin' to put my
life back together.  Maybe I've made some mistakes, Gordon?  Maybe I've
done things that ain't right and I'm payin' for them now?  I don't know
what I'm goin' to do.  I've been thinkin' that offer over quite a bit,
though... maybe it's the right step for me.

[The fans seem displeased with this, booing loudly at Rhodes even
considering joining up with Scott.]

GM: Well, with all due respect, Mr. Rhodes, a lot of fans are somewhat
disappointed after what happened.  Stevie Scott and Ben Waterson knew
you were suspended and knew you wouldn't be able to answer the
challenge.  They made a mockery of you.  With the pride that you carry
yourself with, how would you be able to live with yourself if you joined
up with them?

[Rhodes pauses, thinking over what he wants to say.]

RR: I ain't goin' to lie.  I wanted to kill Stevie Scott.  I wanted to
rip his head from his shoulders after the way he embarrassed me.  But...
Gordon, I've fought alone for so long, and what has it gotten me?  What
has fightin' by myself gotten me?  It got my forehead shredded up, it
got me suspended, and it cost me the biggest fight of my life.  My pride
has cost me a lot.  Maybe I need to swallow some of it if I want to
truly reach the top.

GM: So is that a yes?  Are you going to join up with them?

RR: I don't know, mate.  I don't know about anything right now.  There
are so many things to consider, and I ain't ever goin' to do something
unless I know what I'm gettin' myself into.  So, to answer your
question... I just don't know.  I need some time to think it over.  I'll
get you the answer... on Thanksgiving.

[With that, Rhodes walks away... leaving a shocked Gordon Myers behind.]

GM:  On Thanksgiving?  Fans, that certainly wasn't the answer I was
looking for here tonight.  But it's the answer I got.  It's Main Event
time here in the WKIK Studios so let's go up to the ring to Melissa
Cannon!

[Cut to the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing.]

MC:  Ladies and gentlemen... this is your MAIN EVENT of the evening!  It
is scheduled for one fall with TV Time Remaining!  Introducing first...

[The sounds of Cypress Hill's "Rock Superstar" blasts over the PA system
to the jeers of the crowd.]

MC:  From Boston, Mass... weighing in at 260 pounds... he is a two-time
former World Champion...

"SUPERSTAR"
KEVVVVVINNN SLAAAAAAATER!

[Slater emerges from the locker room in a glittering silver duster and a
darker-than-night set of sunglasses.  He has a bit of a swagger to him
as he walks towards the ring.  The "Superstar" pauses by the ringside
cameraman, pulling the lens closer.]


"Where you at, Outlaw?  Come get some!"


[He shoves the camera away with a cackle, continuing towards the ring
where he rolls under the bottom rope.]

GM:  There he is... still focused on Bobby Taylor even as he heads to
the ring for what is sure to be a tough fight with Pure X!

BW:  You gotta give the guy credit for being focused, right?

GM:  But he's focused on the wrong guy!  Pure X is no walk in the park. 
He's the #8 contender to the National Title.  He's beaten Gary Bright. 
He's beaten Ron Houston.  This is no joke.

[The music changes to "The Thing I Hate" by Stabbing Westward to a loud
mixed reaction from the crowd... slowly becoming more cheers than boos.]

MC:  And his opponent... weighing in at 227 pounds... from Pittsburgh,
P-A...

PUUUUUUUURE X!

[There's even more of a mixed reaction to Pure X as he steps into the
studio. He wears his normal dark green baggy pants with the two swords
in the form of an "X" on the side, black graphic T-shirt, and black
wrestling boots. While the fans do cheer him more than boo him, X still
coolly walks by them as he keeps his eyes on the ring.]

GM:  Pure X is a man on a mission, Bucky.  He wants to beat every single
member of the Top Ten rankings in order before receiving a shot at the
National Title. 

BW:  Two down so far... Slater would be #3 and put him in the #7 slot. 

GM:  #7 and staring straight ahead at #6 who is currently Shane Destiny.
 And you can bet somewhere in the locker room area, Destiny is watching
this one closely.

[X rolls under the bottom rope...

...and immediately gets assaulted by Slater who throws himself onto the
downed Pure X with a double axehandle.  The referee calls for the bell
while Slater grabs X by the hair, slamming right hand after right hand
into X's jaw.]

GM:  And this one is off and running in a hurry thanks to the sneak
attack by Kevin Slater!  He doesn't even have his sunglasses off yet!

[Nor the silver duster he was wearing.  The crowd jeers Slater as he
continues to pummel X into the canvas, finally being dragged aside by
the official.  Back on his feet, Slater pulls off his duster...

...and whips it down across the back of Pure X to even more jeers!]

GM:  Oh, come on!

BW:  Oh, come on yourself!  You really think that hurt?

GM:  It's the principle of it, Bucky.  It's an illegal action.

[Slater tosses his duster down on the floored Pure X before arrogantly
removing his sunglasses and handing them to a ringside attendant before
turning back to Pure X who has pushed up to his knees...

...and promptly delivers a big boot to the chest of the kneeling X,
stunning him from the impact.  The "Superstar" moves in slowly, grabbing
X by the head, and delivers a huge right hand.]

GM:  Ohhh!  What a shot by Slater!

[Dragging X off the mat, Slater connects with another haymaker, this one
knocking Pure X back into the buckles.]

GM:  Slater's got X back in the corner... big chop by the Superstar!

[An arrogant grin crosses the face of Slater before throwing another big
chop on Pure X.  With X stunned, Slater grabs the arm, firing him across
the ring to the opposite corner.]

GM:  From corner to corner goes Pure X... here comes Slater!

[The "Superstar" charges across the ring towards Pure X who stumbles out
of the corner...

...and drops down to the mat, taking Slater down in a drop toehold that
smashes Slater's upper body into the buckles!]

GM:  Ohhh!  What a count by Pure X!

[X immediately leaps on Slater, throwing him out of the corner and down
on his back to the canvas.  X pounces, quickly taking the mount position
and grabbing Slater by the head to throw forearms into the head of the
former two time World Champion.]

GM:  Big forearms from the mount by the technican!  Ohh!  What a shot
that was!

[A few more forearms connect before Pure X climbs to his feet, measuring
Slater as the Superstar rolls to his stomach...

...and leaps into the air, dropping a knee down on the back of Slater's
neck!]

BW:  That could put you in a bad, bad way, Gordo.

GM:  It certainly could.  Any blows to the neck like that could cause
problems either immediately or down the road.

[X keeps his weight on the neck for a moment, pressing the knee down on
it as Slater kicks his legs, trying to wriggle free.  The Pittsburgh
native gets back to his feet, reaching down to haul Slater to his feet
off the mat.  He quickly applies a front facelock...

...to which Slater responds by driving X backwards, smashing his spine
into the buckles!]

GM:  Ohh!  Slater with a counter to get out of trouble.  He drives him
into the corner... 

[Holding the middle rope, Slater drives a shoulder into the midsection. 
He pulls back, still holding the ropes before driving it in again,
doubling up Pure X.  Slater straightens up, grabbing X by the long brown
hair and dragging him from the corner.]

GM:  And now it's Slater with the front facelock... setting him up...

"THUUUD!"

BW:  Oof!  He nearly shook X right outta his boots with that snap
suplex!

[Slater has a cocky grin on his face as he climbs to his feet, looking
down at Pure X as he hits the ropes, rebounding out...

...and snapping off a flash elbow drop, smashing his arm down into the
chest of X!]

GM:  Big elbowdrop by Slater - getting lots of momentum behind it before
he drives it home...

BW:  That's what makes that move so effective.  Slater doesn't have a
ton of weight and power behind it so that momentum and speed adds the
impact.

GM:  Dragging Pure X off the mat again...

[With a handful of hair, Slater tees off with elbow strikes to the jaw
of Pure X before finally letting go, causing X to spiral away into the
corner.  Slater quickly grabs the arm, firing him from corner to
corner...]

GM:  X hits the buckles hard... here comes Slater!

[The Superstar charges across again, this time raising his boot at the
last moment to smash into the jaw of Pure X!]

GM:  OHHHH!  BIG BOOT IN THE CORNER!!

BW:  A Yakuza style kick to the jaw by Slater and Pure X drops right
down to a knee.  Slater really rocked him with that one and if Pure X
wanted to see the guy who was a two time former World Champ, I think
he's seeing him right now.

[A boot to the chest knocks Pure X back to a seated position in the
corner.  Grabbing the top rope, Slater drives kick after kick after kick
to the chest of the technician before the referee backs him away from
the corner.]

GM:  Slater working him over now - remember, fans, this match has a time
limit of TV time remaining.  That means we've got about five minutes
remaining in the time limit, Bucky.

BW:  That might not be enough.  We've seen both these guys in some long,
long matches in their careers, Gordo.

GM:  We certainly have.

[Slater leans down, hauling Pure X back to his feet...

...and getting pulled down in an inside cradle!]

GM:  ONE!!  TWO!!  THRE- OHHHHHH!

[The crowd echoes the groan of Gordon Myers, believing that Pure X had
managed to steal one from the Superstar.]

GM:  Pure X almost caught him right there.  He just about caught him,
Bucky.  That was close.

BW:  Too close for Slater, I'm sure.

[Both men scamper to their feet, each trying to get up first...

...and Pure X catches Slater with a boot to the gut on the rise, gaining
a momentary advantage that allows him to hit the ropes, rebounding
back...]

GM:  X off the ropes...

[Slater desperately throws a clothesline at X that the Pittsburgh native
ducks, hooking the former Wild Thing around the waist...

...and HOISTS him into the air, DUMPING him down on the back of his head
and neck with a German Suplex!]

GM:  OHHHHHHHHHH!

BW:  RIGHT on the back of the neck, Gordo!  

GM:  Pure X with one of those deadly, deadly suplexes that he utilizes
so well... and if you don't believe me, you can ask Kevin Slater right
about now.

BW:  If he's conscious.

GM:  Good point.

[Pure X, unable to hold a bridge on the suplex, throws himself across
Slater in a lateral press.]

GM:  ONE!!  TWO!!  THRE- 

[Slater just barely throws a shoulder off the mat to break the count.]

GM:  Slater got the shoulder up and that waistlock suplex has totally
changed this match, Bucky.  

BW:  This match just got kicked into overdrive with these men realizing
that time is slipping past them if they want to win this thing.  There's
no time for feeling out... there's no time for wearing down... you've
gotta hit that big move and hit it hard if you want to win this tonight!

GM:  Pure X is dragging Slater up by the back of the trunks...

[X pulls him into a full nelson, sending a cheer through the crowd!]

GM:  He hooks the full nelson!  That's the setup for Pure Impact!

BW:  If he hits the dragon suplex, call it a night for the Superstar,
Gordo!

[Slater immediately starts to struggle after feeling the full nelson
applied.  He lashes out with a pair of boots to the knee of Pure X,
causing X to break the hold.  The Superstar spins around, hooking a
front facelock...]

GM:  CATTLEBUST-

[Pure X locks his arm, lifting Slater off the mat, and taking him over
in a Northern Lights suplex...

...that X rolls right through, getting back to his feet.]

GM:  X rolls through it and- OHHHH!

[X LUNGES forward, smashing his knee into the face of Kevin Slater!]

GM:  That might do it!  X with the cover!

[The referee drops down to count as Pure X reaches back to hook the
leg.]

GM:  ONE!!  TWO!!  THR- 

[But Slater again fires a shoulder off the mat just before the three
count falls.  The crowd roars with disappointment as the referee holds
up two fingers.]

GM:  Another near fall right there!  We're down to about three minutes
to go, Bucky.  Three minutes for one of these two men to pull off a
victory!

[A disappointed Pure X gets to his feet, dragging a battered Slater to
his feet, hooking a front facelock...]

GM:  He's got him hooked!  What's he-

[The crowd roars as X shouts out "Brainbuster!"]

GM:  Are you kidding me?!

BW:  Pure X is not messing around here tonight, Gordo!  He wants this
win in the worst way!

GM:  Pure X is going for... he lift-

[But at the peak of the lift, Slater drives his knee into the skull of
Pure X, managing to drop safely right back down to the mat, still tied
up with the technician...

...and returns the favor, lifting Pure X straight up in the air!]

GM:  Wait a second!  He's got X up!  He's got X- DOWN!

[The crowd roars as Slater drops Pure X straight down on top of his
skull in a brainbuster!]

GM:  Oh my!  Oh my stars!  Pure X just got DUMPED on top of his skull
with the brainbuster!  Pure X went for the brainbuster, Slater countered
and hit one of his own!  Unbelievable!

BW:  But he can't make the cover!  Kevin Slater hit the brainbuster but
he hasn't been able to make the cover!

GM:  That knee to the face... the suplex... those must have rattled him
more than we thought, Bucky.  He looks like he's on Dream Street right
now, fans!

BW:  We're down to two minutes!  Two minutes left!

GM:  Slater rolls over to his knees... 

BW:  Crawl, Kevin!  Crawl!

[The Superstar edges closer... and closer... and closer...

...and throws an arm across Pure X's chest!]

GM:  ONE!!  TWO!!  THR- NO!  NO!  SHOULDER UP AT TWO!

[Slater immediately pushes up to his knees, head in his hands as the
crowd roars its approval of Pure X kicking out just in time.  Shaking
his head, Slater slowly gets to his feet.  He reaches down, dragging
Pure X off the mat again...

...and pulls him into a front facelock once more.]

GM:  He's got him hooked and- 

BW:  He's calling for the Cattlebuster!

[But before Slater can hoist him up, Pure X shoves back hard, knocking
Slater into the ropes.  As the Superstar rebounds, Pure X sidesteps,
hooking his arm around the back of Slater's head, snaking a leg through
Slater's legs...

...and SNAPPING him back in a Russian legsweep!]

GM:  OHHHH!

[Pure X moves quickly, flipping Slater over to his stomach as he wraps
his legs around Slater's...

...and finishes off the hold by hooking a facelock!]

GM:  STF!  STF APPLIED IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!

[The crowd EXPLODES at the sight of the STF being locked in.  Slater
immediately screams out in pain as his oft-injured left knee is tweaked,
wrenched, and wrecked by the technician who cranks back on the head and
neck as well.]

GM:  Pure X has the hold locked in!  The referee is right down there to
check on Slater!  

BW:  Listen to Slater!  Listen to him screaming!

GM:  Pure X is one of the best technicians in the business.  You can bet
that when he slaps a hold on like this - it's REALLY slapped on well! 
The execution is absolutely perfect!

BW:  This is a textbook STF.  Like you said, perfect execution in every
way and-

[The crowd suddenly begins to jeer as Shane Destiny slowly walks from
the entryway.]

GM:  What is HE doing out here?!

BW:  After what Pure X did to him last time, are you surprised?

GM:  Pure X did NOTHING to Shane Destiny!  

BW:  He cost him a win against Soup Bone Samson!

GM:  He didn't physically involve himself in that match at all, Bucky.

BW:  Well, neither has Shane Destiny.

GM:  Yet.  We're under a minute to go in this one!  The pressure is on! 


BW:  All Kevin Slater has to do is survive this hold.

GM:  He won't win the match if he does.

BW:  No, but he'll keep his spot in the Top 10.  Pure X has to beat him
to take his spot.  It's almost like a championship match, Gordo.  Slater
doesn't have to win to keep his spot... he just has to keep Pure X from
winning.

[Destiny draws closer to the ring, moving himself so that he'd clearly
be in Pure X's view.]

GM:  I think Destiny is trying to distract Pure X!

BW:  Obviously.

GM:  But to me, Bucky, it doesn't appear to be working!  Pure X has his
focused locked on Kevin Slater just like he said he would and Shane
Destiny's appearance here is having no effect on him!  We're under
thirty seconds!

[X pulls back even harder in the STF, screaming at Slater to give up.]

GM:  You can hear X shouting "Tap!" at Kevin Slater!  

BW:  Hang on, Superstar!

GM:  Kevin Slater is trying to survive the hold... trying to survive the
STF!

[Destiny gets even closer to the ring now, grabbing the bottom rope and
screaming "X!  X!"  to absolutely zero reaction from the technician.]

GM:  Destiny is dying to get Pure X's attention!  But he just can't do
it!  He just can't-


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


[The crowd ROARS as Pure X leaps to his feet, throwing both arms in the
air in triumph...

...but quickly deflates as the referee rises, waving his arms in both
direction as he moves to speak to Melissa.]

GM:  Did he get him?  Did Pure X make him quit?

[Melissa Cannon listens, nods, and then raises the mic.]

MC:  Ladies and gentlemen... this match has reached the time limit and
is declared a draw!  Draw!

[The crowd jeers the decision...

...and then jeers more as Shane Destiny slides into the ring, drilling
Pure X from behind with a running clothesline.  He immediately starts
stomping and kicking the downed X before reaching down to haul him up to
his feet.  Destiny reaches down, joining his hands between the legs of X
as he hoists him into the air!]

GM:  Destiny's got him-

[And DUMPS him on the back of his head and neck with a Teardrop suplex!]

GM:  Ohhh!  Destiny takes him down with the Teardrop!

[A hobbling Kevin Slater works to his feet, clutching his knee...

...and then dives on top of Pure X, battering the young man as Destiny
continues to put the boots to him!]

GM:  Oh, come on!  Get them off of him!  Get them off of him, referee!

[After a bit, Slater gets to his feet, standing next to the fired-up
Destiny.  With a grin, the "Superstar" raises Destiny's hand, the two
men walking around the ring together as the fans continue to jeer.]

GM:  Fans, we're out of time!  We've gotta go!  We'll see you next time
at the matches!

[And with the dastardly duo glaring down at the fallen Pure X, we fade
to black.]