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                           American Wrestling Alliance
                                 Proudly Presents
                         AWA Saturday Night Wrestling

                         Live from the WKIK Studios
                                   Dallas, Texas
                                  March 7, 2009
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[As the closing notes to the "Sanford And Son" theme fade into nothing,
the viewing audience is greeted by 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 inside the
WKIK Studios where we find our two favorite announcers.

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.  His teeth appeared to have been whitened
recently... perhaps several times even as he flashes a huge smile.  He's
in his late 30's... he's former manager "Big Bucks" Bucky Wilde.

They're standing in front of a bluish gray standard television studio
set where you can see the AWA logo splashed across the wall above a
small television monitor.  Wilde lifts his glittering briefcase with a
flourish, slapping it down onto a wooden "desk" in front of them as
Myers begins to speak.]

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.  And what a show
we have in store for everyone here tonight but before I go any further,
allow me to introduce my co-host...

BW:  Say it, daddy!

GM:  He is the Announcer of the Year for 2008... Bucky Wilde!

BW:  Wooo!  You know it, Gordo!

GM:   Bucky, what do you think of this lineup tonight?

BW:  Gary Bright's here... The Russians are in action... things look
good.  

GM:  Plus, we have our tremendous Main Event when Rough N Ready take on
The War Pigs in a no disqualification match, Bucky.  

BW:  Two teams with a lot of bad blood between them are gonna stop at
nothing to take one another down and out tonight especially with a
chance to get their second point here tonight.  That puts both teams one
step closer to taking on Kentucky's Pride for the big gold belts, Gordo.

GM:  It certainly does and the tag team scene is at a fever pitch of
late with so many duos trying to get those three points needed to
challenge for the titles.  Fans, it's going to be an exciting night here
in Dallas but before we get going, earlier today we were informed that
the Chairman of the Championship Committee, Mr. Stephen Ross, had
something to address us all about.  Mr. Ross, welcome to AWA Saturday
Night Wrestling.

[Stephen Ross steps into view of the camera, shaking hands with Gordon
Myers and Bucky Wilde.]

SR:  It's my pleasure as always, Gordon.  And you are correct.  There is
something that I wanted to address all of the AWA superstars and fans
about.  Two weeks ago, as we went off the air, I made the official
announcement that Marcus Broussard and Adam Rogers would go one-on-one
at our 1st Anniversary Show coming up soon.  There's been a lot of
speculation as to how we would be celebrating that big event so I'm here
to make that official.

Earlier this week, WKIK made us a very special offer as their thanks for
our one year of tremendous programming for them - a birthday gift, if
you will.

Two weeks from tonight, on March 21, the AWA will celebrate our first
year anniversary with a special two hour LIVE Prime Time telecast right
here on WKIK!  It's going to be a big night - an exciting night with
lots of amazing action and possibly some big surprises as well.

[Gordon reacts with surprise.]

GM:  A two hour live prime time telecast?  That's huge!

SR:  It certainly is.  And it's a show certainly worthy of the name
we've decided to give it.    With Rogers versus Broussard leading the
way, this event can only be called... AWA's Main Event!

Throughout the night, Jason Dane will be announcing the rest of the
lineup for the big anniversary show so stay tuned all night long if you
want to see if your favorite will be in action.

[Gordon shakes the executive's hand again.]

GM:  Thanks for stopping by, Mr. Ross and fans, let's go up to the ring
for our opening matchup!

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

MC:  This is the opening contest scheduled for one fall with a ten
minute time limit.  Introducing first, already in the ring at this
time... from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma... weighing in at 255 pounds...
Dale Taylor!

[The non-descript veteran raises a arm to some jeers.]

MC:  And his opponent...

[The sounds of "Thunder Kiss '65" by White Zombie rocks over the PA
system.]

MC:  Weighing in at 245 pounds from San Antonio, Texas... he is
"THUNDERBOLT" JACKSON ROSSSSS!

[Ross comes charging through the PA system to a decent reaction,
flinging his arms apart as he slams to a halt, soaking up the cheers of
the crowd.  With a big grin on his face, Ross deadleaps up onto the ring
apron, slingshotting over the ropes into the ring.]

GM:  Jackson Ross in his second appearance here on AWA Saturday Night
Wrestling.  This fourth-generation competitor was very impressive in his
debut, Bucky.

BW:  I suppose.  If you like his type.

GM:  And what type is that?

BW:  The silver-spoon, trust fund baby who never would've warranted a
second look in this business if it wasn't for his family.

GM:  That's completely unfair, Bucky.  Jackson Ross is a very talented
competitor.

BW:  We'll see about that.

[As the bell rings, Ross trots out to the center of the ring, extending
his hand to Dale Taylor.  Taylor looks suspicious for a moment and then
extends his hand as well...

...before burying a boot into the midsection of Ross.]

GM:  Oh, come on!  

BW:  I love it, Gordo!  This punk kid is all smiles and handshakes and
now he's learning what it's really like to be inside that ring.  His
grandfather and father and cousins and stepuncles and whoever else in
his family is in the business have got to be embarassed right now.

GM:  I'm sure they're not.  Taylor with a pair of right hands knocks
Ross back against the ropes...

[Grabbing Ross by the wrist, Taylor fires him across with an Irish whip.
 Taylor charges at Ross with his arm outstretched but Ross drops down
into a front roll, avoiding the clothesline, and springing to his feet
where he hops up to the middle rope...

...and HURLS himself backwards at Taylor with a crossbody block that
takes both men down to the mat!  The crowd cheers as Ross gets right
back to his feet, uncorking a picture perfect dropkick that sends Taylor
falling through the ropes out to the floor.]

GM: Ohhh my!  Still think he's got no talent, Bucky?

BW:  Just because he's got a few fancy flippy moves don't make him a pro
wrestler, Gordo.  Let's see what he does with someone who smacks him in
the teeth a few times like Raphael Rhodes or Naitomea.

[With Taylor out on the floor, Ross breaks into a full spring, leaping
between the middle and bottom ropes, hooking Taylor in a headscissors
and snapping him down to the concrete floor to even more cheers from the
crowd!]

GM:  This kid is electrifying inside the ring - he really knows how to
get the crowd going, Bucky.

BW:  That and a buck fifty might get him a bus to the airport.

GM:  You really don't like Jackson Ross, do you?

BW:  He hasn't earned a single thing in my book, Gordo.

[Out on the floor, Ross pulls Taylor up by the hair, shoving him back
under the ropes into the ring before climbing back up on the ring apron.
 Pumping a fist to the cheers of the crowd, Ross slingshots himself over
the top...

...and comes crashing down in a sitdown splash on the chest of Taylor!]

GM:  Ohhh!  That gets one!  That gets two!  That gets- no, just a two
count off the slingshot splash.

BW:  All flash and no substance.

GM:  We'll see about that.  Jackson Ross, the Thunderbolt, drags Taylor
off the mat.  Whip to the buckles...

[Charging the half distance of the ring, Ross leaps up and drives both
knees squarely into the chest of a stunned Taylor.  Grabbing the arm,
Ross whips him from corner to corner.  When Taylor hits the buckles,
Ross leans back in his own corner for a moment before sprinting across
the ring, HURLING himself into the air!]

GM:  SPLASH IN THE CORNER!!

[Ross backs away to the middle of the ring as Taylor staggers out
towards him.  The Thunderbolt promptly buries a boot in the gut of
Taylor, hooking a front facelock while reaching back to hook the back
leg.]

GM:  He's got him hooked - we saw this last time...

[Ross hoists Taylor up for a fisherman suplex but as he gets to the top
of the lift, he releases the front facelock, swinging Taylor back in one
motion into a sitout spinebuster slam!]

GM:  THUNDERBOLT BOMB!  THAT OUGHTA DO IT!  ONE!  TWO!  THREE!


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


MC:  Your winner of the match... JACKSON ROSS!

[There are a few more cheers for the young rookie this time as he has
his arms raised in victory by the referee.  A big grin is splashed
across his face as he drops down to the floor.]

GM:  And this victorious young man is on his way over here to chat with
us now.

BW:  Oh joy.

GM:  Behave yourself, Bucky.  

[Jackson Ross walks onto the set, happily shaking hands with the waiting
Gordon Myers.]

GM:  Jackson Ross, another impressive victory for you right here tonight
in the WKIK Studios and you look like you're having a good time out
here!

[Jackson nods his head as he speaks.]

JR:  Absolutely, Gordon Myers.  Absolutely!  How can I not be having the
time of my life out here with all these fantastic AWA fans?

[The fans cheer wildly despite the blatant sucking up.]

GM:  That was another impressive win for you, Jackson.  That Thunderbolt
Bomb is something else.

JR:  You like that one, Mr. Myers?  My father came up with that one. 
Said it came to him in a dream after a day of unloading bags of cement
when we were working on the new driveway at the house.  He swung 'em up
over his shoulder and then slammed 'em down on the ground... just like I
do to anyone who gets caught in The Bomb, baby!

GM:  So, two matches into your AWA career, you've already got the fans
solidly behind you.  And you're starting to raise some eyebrows around
the front office as well.

[Jackson looks a little sheepish.]

JR:  I appreciate the kind words, Mr. Myers, but I'm just here to take
it one match at a time.  I'll take on anyone the AWA wants me to take on
and I'll do it for all of these greats fans out here...

[The Thunderbolt's words trail off as he looks off camera.  Gordon Myers
follows his gaze.]

GM:  Well, uh, this is unexpected.  Fans, Colt Patterson has joined us
here at ringside!

[Big cheers for the former World Champion.]

GM:  Colt, you, uh... you're not scheduled to be out here right now.  In
fact, I don't think you're scheduled to be out here at all tonight. 
What's going on?

[Colt nods his head, shaking hands first with Gordon Myers... and then
extended a hand towards Jackson Ross who doesn't even hesitate before
shaking it.]

CP:  I know I'm not supposed to be out here, Gordon, and I want to
apologize to everyone but I was sitting in the back, watching the show,
and I saw this young man competing.  I just wanted to come out here and
tell him what a tremendous job he did out here tonight.

[Jackson nods his head in thanks.]

CP:  You've got a lot of talent, Jackson, but I think you already know
that.  

But what you may not know is that part of the reason I'm hanging out in
the back tonight is because I'm looking for an opponent for my comeback
match.

[The crowd buzzes a little.]

CP:  And after what I just saw in that ring, I'd be honored if that
opponent would be you.

[Big cheer from the crowd!  Jackson Ross looks a little surprised,
looking out at the roaring fans, then back at Colt Patterson who seems
to be waiting for an answer.]

JR:  Mr. Patterson... if you would have told me two months ago that I
would be wrestling here on WKIK in an AWA ring, I would've called you a
liar.  

But if you would've told me that I'd get the honor of facing a former
World Champion in his first match back in the sport, I would've called
the men in the white coats for ya.

[The crowd laughs as Colt smiles.]

JR:  Mr. Patterson, you say you'd be honored if I took that match with
you?

[Colt nods his head.]

JR:  Mr. Patterson, that honor is all mine.

[To another big cheer, Jackson Ross reaches out and shakes the hand of
the former World Champion who raises the Thunderbolt's hand into the
air, pointing to the rookie as the fans roar.]

GM:  You heard it here first, fans.  Colt Patterson's return to
wrestling will be against Jackson Ross and what a showdown that should
be!  Don't go away - we'll be right back!

[The camera holds on Colt Patterson and Jackson Ross 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 come back up on a shot of Juan Vasquez standing in the
backstage interview position with Jason Dane. He's dressed in his usual
pre-match warm-ups: A white tracksuit w/ black trim. He's looking much
healthier than when we last saw him, without so much as a trace of
Raphael Rhodes' assault marking his face.]

JD: Juan Vasquez, you were scheduled to make an appearance on the last
show, but at the last second, you were inexplicably dropped from the
card. Can you explain what happened to you?

JV: Well, you see, there's a real simple explanation.

[He places his hands on his hips and looks down at the floor, scratching
his head, looking not quite sure at how to put his situation into
words.]

JV: The damndest thing happened to me. Ever since Rhodes clocked me with
that pair of brass knuckles, I kept getting dizzy. Kept feelin' like the
room was spinning, even though I was lyin' down. And no matter what, I
wasn't getting any better. I finally went to my doctor and ya' know what
he told me?

[A sigh.]

JV: The man told me that I had a concussion. Wouldn't let me get into a
ring until I had a clean bill o' health.

[He shrugs his shoulders.]

JV: It's pretty hilarious when I think about it.

[A pause. Juan just STARES at Dane, who seems to be getting a bit
uncomfortable. And then Juan turns his attention back to the camera and
laughs.]

JV: Ha.............................ha.

[Okay, maybe it's not that hilarious.]

JV: I've wrestled for thirteen years. I've been blown up, tossed through
glass, tangled in barbwire, burned beyond all recognition, put through
tables, hit with every kitchen appliance known to man...and never once
did I miss a single show where I was scheduled to appear, 'cause of an
injury. If I had to superglue my arm back on after it got torn off or
piece my skull back together with duct tape after it got fractured by a
flying brick...well, by God, that's what I did. But in the end, what
ultimately keeps me outta' action?

[He raps his fingers lightly against the top of Jason Dane's head.]

JV: Raphael Rhodes and his damn hard head.

[As Dane rubs his head, Juan shrugs an apology.]

JV: Sure, I can brush off multiple chairshots right to the cabeza
without a problem, but apparently a few headbutts from that punk kid has
me on the road towards permanent brain damage.

[He shakes his head in disbelief.]

JV: Headbutts.

[A frustrated grunt.]

JV: Stupid freakin' headbutts.

[He closes his eyes and breathes in deeply.]

JV: It ain't enough that you beat on an unconscious man. It ain't even
the fact that he happened to be *your* tag team partner and it was your
own damn stupidity that got him in that condition in the first place.
Hell, throw out the fact that it was your fault ya' cost your team the
tag team titles, 'cause you're too damn insecure in your own abilities
to take care of the job without resortin' to some cheap shortcut. You
know what makes me angry?

[Juan leans in closer to the microphone and narrows his eyes and lowers
his voice.]

JV: Knowing that you hurt my pride. That you shattered my ego with one
motion from your worthless, empty head. You made me stay at home like
some old, broken down old fool...

[He shakes his head angrily.]

JV: ...and that's just not acceptable.

[He cracks his knuckles, looking a bit antsy. Looking ready to tear into
the next person that dares as so much to look at him funny.]

JV: I don't care if I gotta swim across the Atlantic and kick your
mother in the face to do it, but we're gonna' settle this one way or
another, Rhodes. We're gonna' settle this face-to-face and without the
special benefit of me being in a state where I'm unable to perceive the
world around me.

[Gritting his teeth, Juan just stares at the camera silently for a few
seconds.]

JV: So, go ahead and celebrate. Take pride in scramblin' my brains and
puttin' me outta' commission. It'll be the last thing you'll ever get at
my expense. 'Cause, hell...if you think your head's so hard?

[He chuckles to himself, before raising his right hand and slowly
balling it tightly.]

JV: Just wait 'til it meets my fist.

[He slams his fist against the wall and stalks off camera, leaving
behind a stunned Jason Dane as we fade back to ringside where Gordon
Myers and Bucky Wilde are standing.]

GM:  Welcome back to AWA Saturday Night Wrestling, fans, and we just
heard from Juan Vasquez who has had a couple of frustrating months since
Christmas Clash.  Sidelined with a concussion at the hands of Raphael
Rhodes, Vasquez found himself unable to compete in the AWA but he has
been cleared for action and we'll see him in the squared circle later
tonight.  

[Gordon looks off camera, frowning a bit.]

GM:  But at this time, we are unexpectedly joined by the man who GAVE
Juan Vasquez that concussion but has been surprisingly silent after his
last encounter here on Saturday Night Wrestling, Mr. Raphael Rhodes.

[The "Catch Thug" steps into frame, clearly looking agitated at the fans
booing his presence. He is sporting a plain black T-shirt with jeans
peppered with holes and patches, and he has not taken off his
sunglasses. He also hasn't shaved in a few days, even leaving his mohawk
looking rather shaggy.]

RR: Right.

GM: Mr. Rhodes, it has been fairly uncharacteristic for you to be as
quiet as you've been.

RR: Well... look, Gordon, there ain't no way to say this that ain't
goin' to sound odd, so let's just get down to it, all right? There's a
lot of things I ain't been proud of lately and I had a good talkin' to
by my dad about what I've done here lately.

GM: Really? I can't believe what I'm hearing.

RR: Gordon, please, let me finish. My dad talked to me and said that
what I've been doin' just ain't the family way. He said when the tapes
got over to Manchester over what happened with Juan Vasquez, the whole
family looked at me with scorn and rejection. It's eatin' at my gut, you
know? So, Gordon, and if you're watchin' at home, Juan... I'm sorry.

[The crowd politely applauds the young Rhodes' apparently sudden change
of heart... ]

GM: Well, sir, I accept yo-...

[... until Rhodes takes off his sunglasses and snatches the microphone
right out of Gordon's hands.]

RR: I'm bloody sorry I didn't finish the job. I'm sorry Juan Vasquez is
still walkin' around for everyone to think I'm some kind of punk that is
just satisfied with leavin' people layin' and not sendin' them to
hospital with a lot to think about. My dad told me that the next time I
come across Vasquez, I better break a bone of his, then I better break
another just to make sure I made up for embarassin' myself. So Juan, you
look into my eyes, and you look deep into your heart, and you ask
yourself this question...

[Rhodes smiles widely.]

RR: "Do I really want to spend the rest of my life relyin' on a feedin'
tube and some nurse washin' me down with a sponge?" Because Juan
Vasquez, I swear to everything these daft fans hold holy, I will take
you down to the depths of Hell and leave you there. You either walk away
from my path, or you'll never walk again, savvy?

[Rhodes slams the microphone into Gordon's chest, causing the announcer
to wince heavily in pain, before storming off camera.]

GM:  Some... unpleasant words there from Raphael Rhodes, Bucky.

BW:  Unpleasant is putting it mildly, I think.  What in the world is
going to happen with those two in the same building tonight?  They look
ready for a fight, Gordo!

GM:  They certainly do.  We may need to lock one of them out of the
building to keep them apart here tonight.  And speaking of keeping
apart, shortly after our last broadcast, the Championship Committee
declared that Mark Shaw would be receiving the next title shot at Kolya
Sudakov and the National Championship.

BW:  They did, they did.  But they didn't announce when it would happen!
 What good does that do?  We already knew he was the Number One
Contender!  We already knew he was supposed to be getting the next title
shot but we still don't know WHEN he'll get the shot.

GM:  We know that Shaw and his manager Stephen Marlowe have been trying
to get the Committee to sanction the title match for the Anniversary
Show but there is no word as of yet as to whether or not that will go
down.  We don't have any idea of-

[Once again, the words of Gordon Myers get cut off by an unexpected
arrival.   Dressed all in black comes the short, ponytailed Stephen
Marlowe, and behind him, his charge and the Number One Contender to the
National Title, Mark Shaw.]

GM:  This is unexpected.  You are not scheduled to be here.

SM:  Quiet Myers.  Havent you learned by now that I go wherever I want
to, whenever I want to, and that the Hellion follows me?  Schedules dont
mean anything at all to men like me or to men like Shaw.

I choose my own path and no one on earth can deter me once my mind is
made up.

[A frustrated Gordon Myers replies.]

GM:  Why then, Mr. Marlowe, are you here?

SM:  Ill tell you why I am NOT here.  I am NOT here to answer your
questions, Myers.

I am here to ASK a question. A very simple question.

When?

[Marlowe pauses, looking expectantly at Gordon.]

MS:  When does the Hellion get what he was promised? When does the
Hellion get what he has earned? When does he get the benefit of
destroying Adam Rogers? When does he reap the bounty from all the blood
hes shed and bones hes broken?

When does the Russian have to step inside the ring and lose his title?

GM:  You are referring, of course, to the promised title shot given to
Mr. Shaw?  Mr. Shaw, if I might ask, how do you feel, knowing that the
next shot at the National title is yours?  A title that has eluded you
through several tries already.

[Mark Shaw, dressed in his wrestling gear, doesnt answer. Instead, he
stares straight ahead, dead eyed and nonresponsive, as if Myers were not
even there.]

SM: Shaw does not talk to you.  He does not talk to anyone.  Talking is
not why he is here.  He is here to fight, to hurt people, and to wear
the gold hes earned.

From here on out, I will be doing all the talking for the both of us.

And I will repeat my question.  When?  When does Sudakov pay what he
owes?

[Gordon shrugs his shoulders.]

GM:  Well, I am sure that is a question for the Championship Committee,
Mr. Marlowe.

SM:  Perhaps so.  But perhaps, they need a reminder of why its a bad
idea to make the Hellion wait.

Mark Shaw is going to the ring. Send someone out, anyone. And watch what
happens.

[Gordon looks slightly shocked.]

GM:  This is highly irregular, Mr. Marlowe.  You are not in control of
this show.  You cannot just decide to have a match whenever you feel
like it.

[But, in a robotic fashion, Mark Shaw does just as hes commanded by
Stephen Marlowe, going to the ring, and stepping between the ropes. He
looks at the confused referee in the same dead eyed fashion hes shown
all night. Shaw doesnt budge. Doesnt do anything except wait.  Marlowe
smirks at Gordon Myers.]

SM:  We'll be waiting.

[And with that, Marlowe walks away to the ringside area where his charge
is waiting.]

BW:  Gordon, do you have any idea whats going on?

GM:  I... I really cant say, Bucky. Weve known for months now that
Stephen Marlowe has cast some sort of spell over Mark Shaw, a man who
has shown, time and time again, that hes capable of speaking for
himself. But now, with the manipulative Marlowe in control, theres no
predicting what will happen.

BW:  Well, this show is about to come to a crashing halt if someone
doesnt answer the challenge.

GM:  Youre right. We may have to send more officials out to remove Shaw.

BW:  Wait, it looks like someone is making their way to the ring.

GM:  Some brave soul ready to take up the Hellions challenge.

BW:  Well, theres a sucker born every minute, isnt there?

[A young man, dressed in plain white wrestling trunks and black boots
slowly makes his way down the ring. Hes nondescript, with a decent,
though by no means exceptional, build, and short brown hair.]

BW:  You got any idea who that is, Gordo?

GM:  I believe that is G.R. Martin. A local wrestler who wants to take
advantage of the AWAs Open Door policy.

BW:  He better take advantage of our free ambulance service.

[Martin rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. He moves to get
in Shaws face, but the Hellion remains unresponsive, looking at him.
Martin bounces off the ropes and collides with Shaw, who takes a single
step back, but remains dead eyed and unmoving.]

BW:  I thought we were going to have a match.

[Martin seems to think the same thing, as he yells at the ringside
attendant]

DING DING!

GM:  Well, the bell is rung and...

BW:  Oh yeah! Weve got a match.

[The moment the bell rings, Shaw seems to spring to life, as he hammers
the back of Martins head with a clubbing forearm. The smaller Martin
crashes to the mat, only to be lifted up by the hair and whipped hard
into the corner. Shaw follows in with crushing clothesline and then
peels Martin out of the corner.]

BW:  Shaw proving that he doesnt get paid by the hour.

GM:  Certainly, the Hellion has wasted no time in this match.

[Shaw lifts Martin then, and hoists him up, dropping him head first down
on the mat with his patented Backdrop Driver.  Quickly, Shaw covers the
man.  The pin, as they say, is academic.]

"DING DING DING!"


MC: Your winner, in thirty second by way of pinfall

MARK SHAAAAAAAAAAW!!

[Shaw stands then, and looks straight ahead, once more dead eyed and
robotic.  Stephen Marlowe enters the ring and, after a few barked
orders, Shaw exits the ring, stepping over the fallen and prone G.R.
Martin.]

BW:  Well, it was a match.  Not much of one, but it was a match.

GM:  And I would say that Shaw has made his point. I hope the
Championship Committee was watching and pays heed to the word of Stephen
Marlowe.  I imagine if they dont, more people will suffer the fate that
young G.R. Martin has.  Fans, let's go backstage where I understand
Jason Dane is standing by!  Jason?

[We go backstage where Jason Dane is standing in front of an AWA
backdrop.]

JD:  Thanks, Gordon.  A couple of things going on backstage that you all
should know about out there.  Moments ago, the Championship Committee
had a note passed my way.  The note said that the match we heard about
earlier - the challenge from Colt Patterson to face Jackson Ross in his
comeback match - that match will go down on the Anniversary Show as part
of AWA's Main Event!

[Dane pauses to let that sink in.]

JD:  We also received word that as we speak the Championship Committee
is in deliberations regarding Kolya Sudakov's appearance at AWA's Main
Event.  The two matches under consideration from the rumors backstage? 
The tag team showdown between The Russians and Sweet Heat with Sweet
Heat looking to gain their third and final point of title contention. 
The other?  Kolya Sudakov defending the National Title against the
Number One Contender, Mark Shaw!

[You can almost hear the roar of the crowd, can't ya?]

Jd:  At some point tonight, the Championship Committee plans to make the
lineup for AWA's Main Event official and with two matches on the show
already, we expect two or three more to be added here before we go off
the air tonight.  Stay tuned for that.  

And you also want to stay tuned for our big No Disqualification tag team
Main Event with Rough N Ready taking on The War Pigs.  In fact, I've
been expecting to hear from Rough N Ready about tonight's match, but I
haven't seen them come past yet. Not sure if they may have...

[He stops in the middle of his words as Sarah Sharpe, the manager of
Rough N Ready, comes on camera.]

JD: Oh, Sarah... I don't suppose you can tell me where Rough N Ready is,
can you?

SS: Jason, Dave and Eric are busy making preparations for tonight's
match... this match with the War Pigs tonight is most definitely
personal and they are discussing strategy.

JD: What kind of strategy do you expect they'll bring tonight? It is a
no disqualification match, after all.

SS: I don't want to give too much away because I'm sure Lee and his War
Pigs are keeping a close eye on things tonight... but rest assured, they
will find out that, while some may say Dave and Eric are getting long in
the tooth, they are certainly going to be not just prepared for tonight,
but show exactly how good they are when it comes to a good old fashioned
fight.

JD: Still, you do realize the inherent dangers that come with a no DQ
match.

SS: And I was the one who asked for the stipulation that there will be a
winner... that's exactly what a no DQ match ensures. I wouldn't have
asked for it if I didn't believe Dave and Eric could handle themselves
in such an encounter. Believe me, I'm well aware that the War Pigs like
to play dirty, but sometimes you have to respond in kind to deal with
the likes of them.

JD: What about the opportunity to get a shot at the National Tag Team
Titles... a win puts you a step closer but a loss would be a major
setback.

SS: I'm well aware of what is at stake, Jason... and I have all the
confidence in the world in Dave and Eric. They've been in situations
like this many times... the rules waived, two men on the opposite side
who are out for blood... and they know what it takes to get things done
in that situation. All I'm going to say to the War Pigs is they better
be ready for a war, because it's exactly what's coming for them tonight.

JD: Thank you very much, Sarah.  Fans, this night is just getting
started so don't you dare go away!

[The camera holds on Jason Dane before fading 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 fade back up to live action where Gordon Myers and Bucky
Wilde are standing.  The crowd starts to cheer as they spot the two
figures holding tag team gold approaching the announcer's booth. Yes,
back again is City Jack and Tin Can Rust - both in street clothes,
obviously not ready to wrestle.]

GM:  Well, a big "welcome back" to all you fans and - City Jack, Tin Can
Rust, what brings you out here? You don't have a match tonight.

[City Jack smiles and nods.]

CJ: Mr. Myers, we just came down here tonight to see the great fans of
the AWA!

[The fans nearby cheer as Jack claps along.]

CJ: They come out each and every night to us wrestlers on and, well, I
just done felt obligated to be here and make sure to give a little back,
you know?

GM: While you're here, can I get your thoughts about the Russians and
Sweet Heat? Both seem to be gunning for your titles.

CJ: Heh, both seem to be gunnin' down themselves first, there, Mr.
Myers!

[Jack chuckles and slaps the arms of his partner Tin Can Rust... though
Rust looks on, coldly.]

CJ: But really, there? Them two's some skilled creatures. We all know
that the Russians are a dangerous group - shoot, one of them's the
National Champion. They've done laid waste to so many 'round here and
neither the Rust'er nor I can say we hadn't gotten their tires run down
over us before. If they get the shot, well, it'll be tough for us, but
we know 'em. We can beat 'em if we got to.

TCR: We WILL beat them, CJ. No ifs.

[Jack looks back at his tag team mate, puzzled.]

GM: So you're saying that the Russians will come out with the first shot
at your title, Tin Can?

TCR: No. I'm saying that whoever's stacked against us, we will beat.
Doesn't matter who it is, we will beat them cause we have to. Like I
said before, no way are we losing these titles.

[Jack cracks an uneasy smile.]

CJ: Like I said before, the Rust'er's seriously set on keeping these
titles with a death grip. Whoever it is we face, it ain't gonna be easy.


GM: And if it's Sweet Heat?

[Jack smiles wide again, no uneasiness there.]

CJ: Shoot, Mr. Myers, that could be one fine match. I've always said
I've liked that there Sweet Daddy. Me and him? We could go barn burnin'
the county pubs like none other! But he's a tough character, no doubt
about that. That there's one man that would take all the strength I got
in me to put him down with a Metroboom. Imagine the rumble in the
studio! Whoo -

[City Jack jiggles about, as if an earthquake hit the WKIK Studios.]

CJ: But that team, well, it really still all comes down to Stevie Scott.
Now I've got to put my two hands together for the man for turning it
'round and becoming somethin' respectable here. Maybe we done knocked
some sense into him in that there War Games match -

[Rust narrows his eyes as he interjects.]

TCR: I still don't trust him. Once a coward, always a coward. How he
acted before? There's no forgiveness for that. I don't care if he's
helping the poor or old ladies crossing the street. He's a lowlife
snake.

[Some of the crowd actually boos Rust's words, which gets Rust to give
them a not-so-nice look and makes Jack take action.]

CJ: Now Rust, forgiveness! The man's been layin' his heart out there for
all and putting himself on the line more than anyone on this roster.
Shoot, he's been working for not much more than just gaining back the
pride he never had.

[Rust shakes his head.]

TCR: No, Jack... He has no pride - never did and never will. The man's
only goal is what we're holding, the AWA National Tag Team Titles. If he
really wants them and gets the shot to get in the ring with us? Then
I'll be more than happy to continue the pummeling he got at War Games.

[The crowd gets on Rust's case, causing the tag team champ to shake his
head and walk off.]

CJ: Come on, Rust! You can't say that!

[Jack turns to watch his partner get booed out of the studio.]

CJ: I... Excuse me, Mr. Myers...

[With that, Jack turns and walks off, confused at what just happened.]

GM:  There seems to be some... confusion.. in the camp of the National
Tag Team Champions, Bucky.

BW:  More than usual?  Must be the dementia settling in, Gordo.

GM:  That's not funny at all.  That's not-


"Good evening Dallas, Texas!"


GM:  Now what in the world is going on?

BW:  Look, Gordo!  It's the Gold Bomber!

GM:  So it is.  "Gold Bomber" Gary Bright has taken control of Melissa's
mic inside the ring - and I suppose that means it's time for that Open
Invitiational Pushup Challenge he's been talking about all week.  

BW:  You have the tickets, Gordo?

GM:  Tickets... to what?

BW:  To the gun show, daddy!

GM:  Give me a break.  Let's see what this is all about.

[The camera cuts to the ring to reveal Gary Bright.  His massively
defined body is all oiled up, glistening as he walks around the ring
smirking at the jeering fans.]

GB:  The man of the hour with all the power, always sweet never sour has
come down to this here ring to show you all a thing or two about what
POWER really is.

[Bright nods as he loosely flexes his biceps to even more jeers.]

BW:  Look at those arms, Gordo.

GM:  It's a shame this isn't a bodybuilding show.

BW:  You're just jealous.

[Bright raises the mic again as he twists around into a single arm
flex.]

GB:  The last time you all saw me in this ring, I showed off what
exactly it means to be the most powerful and dominantathletein the AWA. 
Now its become apparent to me that there is no one who comes close.  I
flung that kid from pillar to post like a hot potato jumping from hand
to hand.  Standing here in front of all of you, I begin to  think to
myself... "Is there anyone?"

[The Gold Bomber looks around the arena and points to a few people.]

GB:  This kid?  This one right here?  He can't hold my jock strap. 

[More boos from the crowd as the referenced kid starts shouting in
Bright's direction.  The muscleman ignores him, walking to the other
side of the ring where he gestures at another fan.]

GB:  That guy over there?  He can't even begin to lace up my boots. 

[Bright chuckles to himself, putting a hand over his eyes like he's
scouring the place.]

GB:  Oh, and look at that bald, overweight hillbilly over there with the
beer stains all over his flannel shirt. Yeah, he definitely can't cut
it. 

[The boos continue to rain down on Bright as he steps up on the middle
rope, pointing in the direction of the locker room.]

GB:  But it doesn't just stop there... it continues to every single
person that lines up on this roster in the AWA.  If I really wanted to
think about them or go over it in my head, I wouldn't be able to come up
with one of their names.  Why is that, you might ask..?

[Bright smirks.]

GB:  Because I don't give a damn about any one of them. I beg, I
implore... I wish to the big bad dude upstairs in heaven to send me down
someone, anyone who thinks that they can compete with me.  So I've come
out here tonight and am making an open call for anyone to come down
here.... and lets see if someone can even come close to how many pushups
I can do.

[Bright hops down off the midbuckle, placing the mic down on the mat as
he assumes a push-up pose, slowly lowering himself down to the canvas
and easily pushing himself back up.]

GB:  One!

[Bright repeats the process, the fans booing wildly.]

GB:  Two!

[The pushups continue, Bright counting them off.]

GM:  Is this guy serious?  Do we really have to sit here and watch him
do his workout?

BW:  Take some notes, Gordo.  Maybe you can learn a few things.

GM:  Fans, let's see if we can get this guy out of here.  We'll be right
back!

[The camera holds on the push-upping Gary Bright 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 back on the ringside area where Gordon Myers and Bucky Wilde
are standing.]

GM:  Welcome back, fans.  Up next, we've got the much-awaited debut of
Pure X in an AWA ring... unfortunately, we can't go up to that match
because Gary Bright, the Gold Bomber, is STILL inside the ring doing
push-ups!

BW:  How can you not be impressed, Gordo?  The man did pushups during
the ENTIRE commercial break!  He's a machine inside that ring - a
machine!

GM:  Hasn't he proven his point yet?  Can he please get out of our ring?

[The crowd suddenly roars as the 6'10 powerhouse known as Scott Pain
emerges from the entrance tunnel.  Unseen by Bright, Pain makes his way
to the ring, rolling under the ropes.  He stands behind Bright who is
still doing pushups.]

GM:  Scott Pain!  Scott Pain has arrived and Gary Bright doesn't have a
clue!

BW:  Wait a second!  What is this goof thinkin' of doin', Gordo?

GM:  I have no idea but apparently he's come to stop this- wait, wait...
Bright must have realized he was there.  The Gold Bomber is back up to
his feet now.

BW:  Haha!  He's inviting Pain to do pushups, telling him to try and
match the mark he just set.  Like Pain could do that with those
spaghetti arms!

GM:  He's 6'10 and well over three hundred pounds.  It's not like he's a
broomstick in there, Bucky.

BW  Compared to Gary Bright, he certainly is.

[With Bright flexing and challenging Pain to get down to pushup
position, Pain simply shrugs his shoulders...

...and buries a boot in the midsection of Bright!  The crowd roars as
Pain yanks Bright into a standing headscissors.]

GM:  Pain's got him hooked!  He's going for the powerbomb!

[But before that can happen, Gary Bright pulls out of the headscissors,
throwing himself towards the ropes and out to the floor.  An irate
Bright slams his arms on the apron, screaming at Pain from his spot on
the floor.]

GM:  Scott Pain has cleared the ring of Gary Bright and the Gold Bomber
looks like he's going to throw a tantrum right out there on the floor,
Bucky.

BW:  Hello!  This was a Pushup Challenge!  That big goof Pain wouldn't
know the different between a pushup and a... and a... ummmm... uhhhh...
you get the point!

GM:  I certainly do.  Scott Pain has cleared Gary Bright out of here and
the Gold Bomber is making his way back to the locker room thank
goodness.

BW:  You haven't heard the end of this.  Neither has Pain.  Gary
Bright's not going to let anyone push him aside like he's nothing and go
unpunished, daddy.

GM:  We shall see about that.  But for now, let's go up to the ring for
our next match!

[Cut to the ring where Melissa is standing.]

MC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen
minute time limit. Introducing first... Already in the ring and hailing
from State College, Pennsylvania, he weighs in tonight at two hundred
and eleven pounds... ROBERT TODD!

[A smattering of applause for Robert Todd as he holds his hand up for a
moment. Todd - looking somewhere in his early 30's with short dark hair
and a little stubble on his face - is dressed in a green/blue wrestling
singlet and black boots.]

MC: And his opponent -

[The electro-static opening sounds of Stabbing Westward's "The Thing I
Hate" play over the PA as the fans give out a little bigger mixed
reaction for the soon to be debuting star.]

MC: He hails from Los Angeles, California and weighs in tonight at two
hundred and twenty-seven pounds...

[Without any light shows or special effects, the young technician known
as Pure X comes out of the entrance and into the WKIK Studios for the
first time for ring action. He's still has a youthful face - obviously
for someone in his early-to-mid twenties. He has long brown hair and a
solid but not muscular build.]

MC: PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEE X!

[Pure X simply makes his way down to the ring, no interaction with the
crowd but rather just focused on the ring. He's dress in his usual
wrestling garb - black T-shirt, black boots, and dark green baggy pants
with two cross swords on each leg in the form of an X.]

GM: We're about to see our first look at Pure X in an AWA ring.

BW: Gordo, I watched some of this kid's matches from Los Angeles, St.
Louis, and when he was slumming it in Philly. Whoo, daddy, this guy can
wrestle!

[Pure X finally makes it to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and
then heading to his corner.]

GM: Pure X has never been short on talent and he's also never been short
on his own ego in the past. If you recall, he did call this place a
"backwater hole" and that he'd never show his face here.

BW: Past is the past, Gordo. Even you've said it before of other that
people deserve a second chance.

GM: Not sure I know much about Robert Todd, but I have heard the name
before.

BW: He competed in that Season's Beatings Rumble two months ago and he
was an trainee of Hall of Famer Mark Langseth way back when Langseth was
just starting out in Los Angeles.

GM: I, uh...

BW: See, THAT'S why I'm the Announcer of the Year! I know even about
these no names.

GM: What's the paper you have?

[A sound of crumpling paper is heard as Wilde tries to cough to cover
the noise.]

BW: Nothing, Gordo... Just, uh, some errands I've got to do later...

[In the ring, Pure X slaps the outstretched hand of Robert Todd before
the two tie up. X gets the better of Todd as he backs him up to the
ropes and then lets go of the clinch and swiftly switches it out into a
hammerlock.]

GM: Pure X with a hammerlock applied as he escorts Todd around to the
center of the ring.

[Robert Todd struggles and tries for a standing switch, but Pure X
quickly switches it back to the hammerlock move again. This time,
though, X forces his forearm to the back of Todd's neck and kicks out
the State College native's legs making Todd hit the mat face first.]

GM: Robert Todd goes down hard with that move! 

BW: Right on the mush, Gordo. That HAD to hurt! 

[The move indeed did hurt Todd, giving X the upperhand to switch into a
inverted facelock as X positions himself behind with a knee in the back
of his opponent.]

GM: Inverted facelock applied now - Pure X knows his holds well, but I
have to wonder about the way he talked down to the wrestlers here who
don't adhere to his style.

BW: The man's a purist and there's nothing wrong with that. It's
refreshing to see someone actually care about what goes on in that ring,
daddy, instead of the melodrama.

[X wrenches back even more, causing the ref to check on Todd. The State
College native waves his arm, signaling to the ref that he's not
quitting.]

GM: So you agree that the blood and broken bones of a match like
Taylor/Stone was just "barbarism"?

BW: Hey, I loved that match, but the kid might have a point. Isn't it
wrasslin' here, not cage fighting?

[Todd starts to claw his way to the near ring ropes which brings Pure X
to break the hold. Pure X takes a short moment to look down on Todd -
who clutches his neck from the dragon clutch.]

GM: Pure X taking a break?

BW: The kid's thinking, not taking a break.

[Pure X drags Todd up by the hair and peppers him with a couple shots to
the face before sending him into the ropes. As Todd charges back on the
rebound, Pure X runs and leaps towards Todd, hitting him with a hard
lariat to the neck/upper chest that X keeps a hold of as both men fall
to the mat.]

GM: Running neckbreaker by Pure X! Cover attempt - one, two, th- NO!
Robert Todd just kicked out in time.

[Pure X doesn't get off the mat but instead reapplies that Dragon Clutch
from before on Todd. The State College, PA native trashes about and
grits his teeth as X cranks the head and neck back.]

GM: Dragon Clutch again as Pure X show he's here to win.

BW: It's not just winning, Gordo - Pure X is trying to show that with
just precision and talent, you can take a man down. He knows how to
target and he hasn't even shown us 99% of what he can do here, daddy.

[The ref asks Todd if he can continue again, and Todd answers with a
pained yes. Pure X immediately lets go of the Dragon Clutch and stands
up as Todd once again tries to cover his neck.]

GM: He gave up? Did Pure X just give up there?

BW: I... I don't think so. He had Robert Todd on the brink of tapping,
I'm sure. Just look at him, he can't do anything but grab at his neck.

[Pure X looks down at Todd, getting a bit miffed not having gotten the
tap out by now.]

GM: I've heard he's had a hard time in the past keeping his emotions and
feelings of entitlement in the ring in check. I wonder if that's coming
out here now.

BW: Poor rumors, Gordo - watch the tapes and you'll find out that's just
a lie.

[X forcibly grabs Robert Todd up by the hair, hurting Todd even more by
the added strain on his neck. Pure X then quickly locks in a full
nelson, pushing down on the back of Todd's neck.]

GM: Pure X has that full nelson locked on and if I'm right that means
he's going for his "Pure Impact" full nelson suplex finisher!

[The young technician keeps the full nelson hold locked in and goes for
the dragon suplex... but then the bell rings before Pure X can even get
the move off.]

GM: What the -

BW: He tapped! Robert Todd couldn't take it anymore

GM: I guess if Todd did his scouting, he knew what was coming and he
didn't think he could take it.

[Pure X immediately lets go of the full nelson, allowing Robert Todd to
drop on the mat flat and clutching his worked over neck. The crowd
politely applauds Pure X's effort as the ref holds his hand up.] 

GM: Pure X victorious in his debut match in AWA, via submission.

BW: And I have to say that's not the first time you'll be saying that,
Gordo.

GM: Possibly not.

BW: Just think about it, Gordo - think about the stacked ranks of
technicians in the AWA. From Broussard to Freeman to now Pure X, I don't
think there's any other place that match the talent here, daddy!

[Pure X, after having left the ring, makes his way to the broadcast desk
as Gordon Myers reaches out for his microphone to meet the just debuted
X.]

GM: Pure X, congratulations on your first win here in AWA.

[Pure X nods confidently. He shows no sign of strain or exertion from
the match.]

PX: Myers, obviously?

[X looks back at the ring where Robert Todd is just getting out.]

PX: Tonight was nothing. I did what? Four? Five moves and I took him
out? No, Myers, this wasn't my first win in AWA.

GM: Pardon?

PX: This? This was just a warm up match, nothing more. I barely
scratched the surface of what I can do in the ring. You see, this match
and the next match and the match after that? They're all just warm up
matches for me. My first win will come when...

[Pure X takes a moment to look back at the ring again.]

PX: When I take on and beat...

[Pure X again looks at the ring and turns back with a confident look on
his face.]

PX: When I beat when one those in the AWA that makes a mockery of that
holy ground in that ring in there. That's when my win streak starts.
When I take on the garbage wrestlers, the acrobats, the cheaters, and
the cowards... When I make them cry "I Quit" and prove to them that that
ring is for wrestling and wrestling ONLY! That's when my time really
starts. 

[With that, Pure X walks off to the back, determined and confident in
his mission.  The crowd still doesn't seem quite sure how to respond,
showering X with a mix of cheers and boos as he walks away.]

GM:  Pure X certainly is not lacking in the confidence department and I
can't wait to see what happens when he faces one of these men he's
talking about.  Perhaps someone like a Calisto Dufresne or a Jackson
Ross.

BW:  That Ross definitely is a no-good cheater.

GM:  That wasn't what I meant and you know it.  Fans, coming up next, 
we're joined at this time by a team that made their debut two weeks ago
in what could only be called a massacre, quite frankly. Please welcome,
accompanied by their manager, Cousin Bo, they are Cletus Lee and Duane
Henry, The Bishop Boys!

[Boos fill the WKIK studios as Cousin Bo walks into view, a big smile
plastered on his face. The Bishop Boys follow closely, each with a
rather unpleasant look on their face.]

GM: Now, Mr. Allan, about last time. I still can-

[Cousin Bo interrupts, smacking Gordon on the shoulder. Gordon winces
and rubs his shoulder.]

CB: Yeah, Myers, how about last time? How about The Bishop Boys
strolling into town and making this place their own personal playground?
How about the carnage that ensued? The sheer domination? The... well,
the fact that because of these two men behind me, two careers have come
to an untimely end?

[Bo mockingly wipes a tear from his face.]

CB: It's kinda beautiful, really.

GM: [flabbergasted] Beautiful?! These two maniacs could've _killed_
someone. Don't you have any remorse about what your cousins have done?

[Bo looks Gordon right in the eyes.]

CB: No.

[Bo looks to continue, but Duane Henry excitedlycuts him off.]

DHB:An' y'know what else, Gordie Myers? We's lookin' to do it 'gain. Who
else you got in that locker room? Huh? Bring 'em out! We wanna figh-

[Bo interrupts the interruption, casting a quick glare at Duane Henry
that tells him to keep quiet.]

CB: What my cousin is eagerly trying to state is that The Bishop Boys
are ready to go at any time. You see, unlike, oh, just about everybody
elsein the AWA, The Bishop Boys don't wan't to take it easy. As a matter
of fact, the very idea of sitting at home and missing just one week
offends us, quite frankly.

BW: So, Bo, what exactly is the plan? You already have one point in the
race for the title shot. Are you lookin' to maybe collect some gold?

CB: Well, Bucky, it's not really at the top of our agenda, but if those
belts end up with us along the way? Heh, I'm not complaining.

DHB: Are you kiddin', cuz?! If we gots us them nice and shiny golden
things, we'd never have to pay for anything ever! Shoot, can you imagine
all the JD I could get, just by showin' them things off?

GM: Whiskey?! Is that all they mean to you? These are the most
prestigious tag team titles in wrestling we're talking about! I would
imagine you'd treat them with a little more regard than that, for crying
out loud!

CB: Like I said, I won't exactly be moping if the titles come our way.
But at the end of the day, what matters most to us is complete victory.
And a nice fat paycheck don't hurt any either.

[Gordon turns to Cletus Lee.]

GM: Cletus Lee Bishop, you've been strangely silent this entire time.
What are your thoughts on all of... uh... 

[Gordon suddenly backs off as Cletus Lee shoots him a look that seems to
say "Your skull would make a mighty fine looking spittoon.". Before he
can make any advance on Gordon, Cousin Bo shoots his arm out, holding
Cletus Lee back. Cletus Lee confusedly looks at Bo. Bo points at him,
seemingly gesturing for him to back off. Bo turns back to Gordon with a
bemused look.]

CB: Myers, I'm only gonna tell you this once, so pay attention. Do not
EVER address Cletus Lee unless I give you consent to do so. Like I told
you last time, he ain't much of a people person. He may look to me for
guidance, but even I can only do so much to stop him. You've been
warned.

GM: Er, duly noted.

BW: Bo, I've gotta ask, do you have your sights set on any team in
particular?

CB: Yup.

BW: Well, care to share with us on just who?

[Bo thinks for a second.]

CB: Nope.

[Bucky throws his hands up in the air.]

BW: Well, I tried, Gordo.

GM: Yes, thanks, Bucky. Well, Mr. Allan, any final comments you'd like
to make?

CB: Why, you tryin' to rush us out of here? Eh, forget it. Actually,
yes, Myers.

[Bo turns to the camera.]

CB: Every single week, I guarantee you The Bishop Boys will be here. And
every single week, I want someone else to step up to the plate. I don't
care who. Sweet Heat? Rough N Ready? And, yes, even you, Kentucky's
Pride. Any of you think you're the big dogs around here? Prove it.Just
step into the ring with The Bishop Boys. And, maybe...

[Bo chuckles.]

CB: ...just maybe, you may find out if there really is life after death.

[Bo winks and walks off camera, Duane Henry following close behind,
trading insults with the crowd all the way.Cletus Lee lingers behind for
a moment, staring daggers at Gordon, before leaving.]

GM: That was the most harrowing and confusing interview I've conducted
in my entire life. I think I need to sit down.  Fans, don't go away,
we'll be right back with more great AWA action.

[The camera holds on Gordon and Bucky for a moment before fading 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 we fade back up to the announce area where Melissa Cannon is
standing.]

MC:  The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall
with a fifteen minute time limit.  Introducing first, already in the
ring at this time, at a combined weight of 463 pounds... the team of
Johnny Jolt and Steven Sutter!

[Two friendly looking young men wave to the crowd.]

MC:  And their opponents...

[The sounds of the Soviet National Anthem start up but are quickly
overwhelmed by the roaring jeers of the crowd as Kolya Sudakov and
Vladimir Velikov charge through the curtain.  Sudakov is the first to
the ring, tossing aside the National Title as he springs to his feet. 
The older Velikov is several feet behind as Sutter steps out to the
apron as Jolt covers up.  Sudakov barrels over Jolt, battering the
youngster back against the ropes with right hands.  A pair of knees to
the gut knock the wind out of Jolt, putting him down to his knees.]

GM:  Sudakov's all over him!  The Russians have struck and struck hard
here ton- OHHHH!

[The crowd groans as a hard front kick to the side of the head knocks
Jolt between the middle and bottom ropes and out to the floor.  Sudakov
promptly grabs Sutter around the head and neck, hurling him over the
ropes and down to the canvas.  A few hard stomps find the target before
a leaping kneedrop crushes the chest of Sutter.  In the corner, Velikov
barks instructions as Sudakov drags Sutter up by the hair, delivering a
hard headbutt that sends Sutter falling back into the buckles.]

GM:  The National Champion is completely dominating these two kids right
now - he's still absolutely livid over what happened with Stevie Scott a
few weeks ago.

BW:  Can you blame him?  He gets backjumped and superkicked and someone
delivers an illegal three count on him!  How furious would you be?

GM:  Well, I-

BW:  He's the National Champion, Gordo!  Respect the man!

[Grabbing Sutter by the wrist, Sudakov fires him across the ring.  The
young man staggers away from the buckles...

...right into a charging Russian Sickle that lays Sutter flat.  Sudakov
promptly drops to his knees, pushing his fists down into the chest of
Sutter as he pushes up off the mat, sticking out his tongue as the
referee counts three.]

GM:  And that'll do it.  Another win for- wait a second... here comes
Velikov.

BW:  Now we're about to be enlightened.

GM:  Vladimir Velikov, I suppose congratulations are in order even
though you didn't even step into the ring.

[Velikov grabs Gordon by the wrist, pulling the mic in front of him.]

VV:  I didn't need to step into the ring!  Were you even watching?  Were
you awake, Gordon Myers?  Did you see my nephew destroy TWO... not just
one... but TWO of your AWA competitors?  He is the National Champion,
destroying two men on his own.  Where is your Stevie Scott now, Gordon
Myers?  Where?

GM:  Well, Stevie Scott is not here tonight - you know that, I'm sure.

VV:  It doesn't matter who it is.  Where is your Adam Rogers?  Where is
your Marcus Broussard?  Where is your Mark Shaw?  Bring them to Kolya! 
Bring them!

GM:  Mr. Broussard is not here as well but I am sure that Adam Rogers
would be happy to accept your challenge at any time.  Not to mention the
Number One Contender, Mark Shaw, Mr. Velikov.

VV:  So you say.  

[Kolya Sudakov strides onto the set to join his Uncle, slinging the
title belt over his shoulder.]

KS:  You hear my Uncle, Gordon Myers?  You hear what he say?

GM:  Well, yes... I hear him.

KS:  Does your Champion Committee hear him as well?

GM:  I'm sure they-

KS:  THEN WHERE ARE YOUR CHALLENGERS?!

[Sudakov grabs Myers by the collar.]

KS:  WHERE?!  BRING THEM TO ME!  BRING THEM ALL!  

GM:  Mr. Sudakov, please take your hands off-

KS:  I tire of beating your weak challengers.  I came to AWA for
competition.  For true competition.  Bring me Rogers.  Bring me Shark. 
Bring me Shaw.

And bring me Hotshot... oh, bring me Hotshot.

[Sudakov shoves Myers away, nearly toppling the commentator over.]

BW:  You okay there, Gordo?

GM:  I'll be alright.  The Russians are victorious... and quite angry. 
Let's hope the Championship Committee does something about that very
soon before... well, let's just hope they do it soon.  Fans, let's go
right back up to the ring for our next match!

[Cut to the ring where Melissa 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,
standing five feet and eight inches tall and weighing in at 210
pounds... from London, England... Walter Ramsey!

[Ramsey raises his right arms into the air to a mixed reaction from the
crowd.]

MC: And his opponent... he hails from Los Angeles, California...
standing 6'2 and weighing in at 238 pounds...

JUUUUUAAAAAAAANNNNNN

VAAASSSSSSQQQUUUUEEEZZZZ!!!!

[The crowd gives a huge cheer, as Vasquez uncharacteristically ignores
the crowd,  giving a long, hard cold stare at his opponent from across
the ring.]

GM: I can't be too sure, but I think Ramsey's country of origin got Juan
Vasquez's attention.

BW: Considering the number Raphael Rhodes put on Vasquez, I don't think
he's got much patience for any limeys these days!

GM:  The feeling is quite mutual, I'm sure.  So it's a very good thing
that AWA security has secured the locker room area to prevent Raphael
Rhodes from coming out here during this match.

BW:  Some forethought by the security force?  Perish the thought.


*DING DING DING*


[Ramsey seems to catch Vasquez staring a hole through him and returns
the glare in kind. Their eyes remain fixed on each other as they
approach the middle of the ring, where Ramsey lunges for a lock-up. But
Vasquez sidesteps it...]

GM: Oh! Knee to the gut by Vasquez-




*THHUUUUDD!*




GM: ...and right into a snapmare takedown-




*TWWAAACCCK!*





GM: ...and Vasquez follows it up with a big kick right between the
shoulder blades!

[Stunned and hurting, the Brit rolls over, coming to a stop beside the
ring ropes. He's quickly joined by Vasquez, whose face wears the
expression of a man consumed with rage...]

BW: If I didn't know any better, I'd say Juan Vasquez sees Raphael
Rhodes inside that ring with him instead of Walter Ramsey. That kick was
absolutely brutal!

[Vasquez sets his smaller opponent up for a vertical suplex. However, at
the height of his lift, he turns, throwing his opponent's body
forward... and over the top rope!]






*THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!*








[OUT-OF-THE-RING HIGHSPOT POP!!]







BW: GUTFIRST OVER THE ROPES!  And Ramsey just slumped down to the floor
like he'd been shot in the belly!  Brutal!

GM: Juan Vasquez is being extremely agressive in the opening moments of
this match!

BW: Aggressive? He could've broke the guy's in half!

[While Ramsey writhes in pain on the ringside mats, Vasquez rolls under
the ring rope and joins him on the outside.]

GM: Vasquez dragging Walter up to his feet now...He scoops him up onto
his shoulders...





*THHHUUUDD!!!*






[POP!]





BW: AND HE DROPS RAMSEY FACE-FIRST ONTO THE RING APRON!!

GM: If he was wrestling like this when him and Rhodes were tag team
partners, he would've never got attacked in the first place!

BW: If Raphael Rhodes didn't think he had to resort to using an illegal
foreign object in order to defeat Kentucky's Pride, him and Vasquez may
very well be the tag team champions right now.

GM: A likely story! A soft-hearted mook like Juan Vasquez was only
holding Rhodes back, daddy!

[Juan grabs a handful of Ramsey's hair and throws him back into the
ring, beneath the ropes. He turns momentarily to the camera at ringside,
shouting, "Any time you're ready, Raph! Any time!"  before rolling
himself back into the ring.]

GM: Vasquez, calling out his former tag team partner Raphael Rhodes.

BW: How tacky. There's a match going on here!

[Vasquez drags the Englishman up and backs him into the corner, grabbing
hold of the ropes and bending forward...]



*OOOPH!*



*OOOOPH!!*



*OOOPPHH!!*



GM: Vasquez with repeated shoulders right into the midsection!


*THUD!*


GM: And Ramsey can't even stay on his feet! He's on dream street!

[As Ramsey slumps down onto the canvas, Vasquez grabs onto the top ropes
in the corner and leans in, driving a knee into his face! He repeats the
motion twice more, backing out of the corner and making a short jog,
picking up steam as he charges in...]

GM: We've seen this before! Vasquez running in with a knee...




*THWAAAAPP!!*




BW: GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!

GM: Vasquez RAMS that knee right into Walter Ramsey's face at full
speed! I'm not even sure Ramsey's conscious anymore!

[Climbing up to the second turnbuckle, Vasquez gives a primal shout
towards the crowd, who respond with a chorus of cheers.]

BW: If Vasquez thinks Raphael Rhodes is going to be a pushover like this
loser, he's got another thing coming to him!

GM: You're right, but if this is the Juan Vasquez that Raphael Rhodes
has to face, I can't expect anything more than an absolute war between
those two!

[Dragging Ramsey to his feet, Vasquez whips him into the opposite
corner. Ramsey hits hard, stumbling back out and right into Vasquez's
clutches...]





*THHHUUUDD!!!*






[BRUTALITY POP!]

BW: Ohhhh my!

GM: A huge German suplex dumps Ramsey right on his head!

[To his credit, Ramsey musters enough strength to roll onto his stomach
and get back on his hands and knees. He pushes himself up onto one knee,
but that's his mistake, as Vasquez is quick to respond, diving at
Ramsey...]





*SMMMAAAAACCCKK!!!*





[...and knocking him flat on his back with a right hand catching him
cleanly across the jaw! The sound of fist impacting against bone causes
many in the crowd to audibly gasp, while others cheer the sheer
brutality of the blow. Vasquez gets to his feet, but Ramsey doesn't look
to be going anywhere anytime soon.]

GM: A HUGE RIGHT CROSS!!! Ramsey might be knocked out cold!

BW: Knocked out??? We're gonna need to form a search party to find out
where the rest of his jaw is!

[Signaling for the match's end, Vasquez pulls up the dead weight that is
Walter Ramsey, back up to his feet and scoops him up, sliding him behind
his back and hooking his head. He parades around the ring a bit, walking
from one side to the next, before taking a few steps forward...



*THHHHHHUUUUUUUDDD!!!*




....and dropping Ramsey with an Air Raid Crash!!!]

GM: AND THERE'S THE CITY OF ANGELS!!

[Vasquez doesn't even bother to hook a leg, placing a hand on Ramsey's
chest as the crowd counts along with the referee's hand slapping on the
canvas.]

GM: One!  Two!  Three!  It's over!

"DING!  DING!  DING!"

MC: Your winner of the match in a time of three minutes and twenty-six
seconds...

JUUUAAAAAN VAAAAAASSSSSQQQQUUUEEZZZ!!!

[Vasquez's hand is raised by the referee, before he walks up towards the
camera and makes a throat-cutting gesture. He gives an intense stare,
before exiting the ring, slapping the outstretched hands of the fans as
he makes his way to the back.]

GM:  A nice win for Juan Vasquez right there and I'm more grateful than
ever that the AWA security team is keeping Raphael Rhodes in his locker
room, Bucky.

BW:  I have to admit that you're right on target there, Gordo.  It
could've gotten real ugly out here.

GM:  Fans, we've got our Main Event still to come plus much, much more
so don't go away!

[The camera holds on a two-shot of Gordon and Bucky for a while 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 back on the ring where Melissa Cannon is already 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 Parts Unknown... The Red Shadow!

[A bulky man clad all in red throws a beefy arm up in the air to the
boos of the crowd.]

MC:  And his opponent...

["Smoke On The Water" by Deep Purple kicks in to a big cheer from the
WKIK Studios crowd.]

MC:  From Naples, Florida... weighing in at 243 pounds...

He is The Natural...

AAAAAADAM ROOOOOGERRRRS!

[Rogers pops through the curtains to even more cheers from the fans.  He
ignores the cheers though as he glares at the ring where his masked
opponent is standing.  "The Natural" walks up the ringsteps, stepping
through the ropes into the ring.]

GM:  The referee with a few words for Rogers - and there's the bell!


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


GM:  Here we go... collar and elbow tieup...

[Rogers promptly applies an overhand wristlock, stepping on the back of
the Shadow's knee to force him down to the mat...

...where he promptly slams his knee into the masked face of the big man,
knocking him flat.  The referee backs Rogers away as the Shadow slowly
pushes up off the mat.  Rogers shoves the referee aside as he executes a
baseball slide kick to the ribs that knocks the Shadow towards the
ropes.]

GM:  Rogers drags him off the mat... ohhh!  Big chop across the chest by
Rogers!

[Grabbing the masked man by the wrist, Rogers fires him to the ropes...

...and snaps off a picture-perfect spinning powerslam!]

GM:  OHHH!  ONE!!  TWO!!!  TH-

[The Shadow pushes his shoulder off the mat just before the three count.
 Rogers quickly pushes up to his knees, raining down right hands on the
masked head.  He gets off the mat, dragging the Shadow up as well.  With
a lift off the mat, Rogers deposits him on the top rope facing out
towards the crowd.]

GM:  The masked man is up top... Rogers climbing up there with him...

BW:  This could be dangerous.  That big man flying off the top?

[Rogers steps up to the middle rope, wrapping his arms around the waist
of the masked man... then stands on the top, hoisting the Shadow into
the air...

...and DRIVING him down on the back of his head and neck with a
belly-to-back superplex!]

GM:  OHHHHHHHH!  ONE!!!  TWO!!!  THREE!!!


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


MC:  Your winner of the match... AAAADAM ROOOOGERS!

[More cheers for the Natural who immediately rolls under the ropes to
the floor.]

GM:  A nice win for the Natural as he gets ready for that big showdown
against the San Jose Shark, Marcus Broussard, on AWA's Main Event. 
We're scheduled to be joined here by Adam for some comments on that big
matchup and...

[The camera holds on Gordon who looks a little puzzled.]

GM:  Adam?  Adam, a few words?

[Gordon gestures to the cameraman who spins around to reveal Rogers
walking straight back to the curtained exit.]

GM:  Mr. Rogers, can we get you over here for... well, I guess not. 
Fans, I apologize for that.  We were scheduled to have Adam Rogers with
us but... well, I guess he decided against that.  Your Main Event is
coming up next but before that, let's go backstage to Jason Dane with
more matches for our next big event!

[Cut to the backstage area where Jason Dane is standing.]

JD:  Thanks, Gordon.  Okay... here's where we stand so far for AWA's
Main Event...

Marcus Broussard vs Adam Rogers... we knew about that.

Earlier tonight, we announced that Jackson "Thunderbolt" Ross would be
taking on Colt Patterson in Colt's return to wrestling match.  

That's two.  And moments ago, I was handed two more matches by the
Championship Committee...

Raphael Rhodes will take on one-half of the National Tag Team Champions,
Tin Can Rust in what should be a very interesting match!

And in the final match... in the match to determine whether or not Sweet
Heat gets the third needed point to challenge Kentucky's Pride... Sweet
Heat will take on The Russians in tag team action!

[Dane pauses to let it sink in.]

JD:  In addition, I'm told that AWA officials will have a match or two
on standby if there is television time remaining.  So, four big, big
matches  for AWA's Main Event - a fitting birthday celebration for the
AWA.

But we've still got one more big match to come here tonight.  So,
fans... don't go away!

[The camera holds on Jason Dane for a moment before fading 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 fade back on the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing.]

MC:  The following contest is our MAIN EVENT of the evening.  It is
scheduled for one fall with TV Time Remaining and will be contested
under No Disqualification rules!

Introducing first...

[The opening strands of Deep Purple's "Knocking At Your Back Door" kick
in, the chords seemingly building anticipation for what is to come. And
once the chords reach their crescendo and the drums kick in, that's when
Rough N Ready emerges from the entranceway.]

MC:  Accompanied to the ring by their manager Sarah Sharpe, they are
Dave Cooper and Eric Matthew Somers...

ROUGH!  N!  READY!

[Dave Cooper wears black wrestling trunks, matching kneepads and white
wrestling boots, and also wears a black T-shirt that says "Rough N
Ready" in white lettering. Eric Matthew Somers wears a black singlet and
white wrestling boots. Standing in between them is their manager, Sarah
Sharpe, dressed in black pants and matching jacket and a white T-shirt.

The trio makes their way to the ring, Sarah walking in front with Dave
and Eric side by side.  They reach the ringside area, where Dave is the
first to ascend the ring steps and duck between the ropes, followed by
Eric, as Sarah takes her place at ringside.]

MC:  And their opponents...

[Cue Black Sabbath.

And of course, before a single word can be uttered, The War Pigs along
with Richard E. Lee come charging onto the scene.  Hammer and Scythe
dive under the bottom rope, quickly getting to their feet...

...where Somers and Cooper are ready for the fight!  The four men
collide in the middle of the ring throwing blows as fast as they can as
the referee calls for the bell to officially start the match!]

GM:  WE ARE UNDERWAY!

BW:  This is gonna get ugly in a hurry!

[The camera cuts outside the ring where Richard E. Lee slaps his
rolled-up newspaper against the ring apron, screaming instructions at
his men.  It quickly cuts again to show Sarah Sharpe on the other side
of the ring shouting encouragement.]

GM:  Both managers are fired up for this one as both of these teams
desperately need this win to move closer to that title match with
Kentucky's Pride.  

BW:  That's all very important, Gordo, but this one is very personal as
well.  

GM:  It certainly is.  It was the War Pigs who attacked Rough N Ready
and basically robbed them of their chance to become National Tag Team
Champions back in November at Black Friday Beatdown.  Ever since then,
these two teams have been at war with one another.  Tonight, we see that
war come to an end hopefully.

[Cooper gets the crowd roaring with a series of snapping right hands to
the jaw of Scythe, sending him stumbling back against the ropes.  The
veteran grabs Scythe by the wrist, firing him across the ring.  The War
Pig rebounds into the waiting arms of Cooper who spins around, PLANTING
Scythe on the canvas with a spinning spinebuster!]

GM:  SPINEBUSTER!  SPINEBUSTER!

[With Hammer dazed in the corner, Somers turns around and drops a big
elbowdrop down into the chest of Scythe to more cheers from the crowd.]

GM:  Biiiiig elbowdrop by a very big man!  For weeks, Sarah Sharpe has
asked if the War Pigs really ARE ready for war and we may be finding
that out right about now, Bucky.

BW:  The War Pigs are a little off-balance right now but don't doubt for
a moment that they're in this fight to win it.  Richard E. Lee is
screaming for Hammer to get back into this thing.  Here he comes now.

[Hammer stumbles out of the corner, blasting Somers with a double
axehandle blow across the back that puts Somers chestfirst in the
corner.  A few sledgehammer-like forearm smashes across the shoulders
and neck keep him there as Cooper takes the mount position on Scythe,
blasting him with a clenched fist over and over again.]

GM:  Cooper's all over Scythe while it's Hammer taking it to Eric
Matthew Somers in the corner...

[The powerhouse of the War Pigs, Hammer, leans over to hook Somers under
the legs...

...and upends him, tossing him over the ropes and down to the
barely-padded concrete floor below!]

GM:  OHHHHH!  Down goes Somers!

BW:  Look at the power!  Hammer is a monster, Gordo.  

GM:  He certainly is.  Somers is down on the floor.  And that spells
trouble for Dave Cooper and Rough N Ready.

[Hammer peels around, driving a boot into the back of Cooper's head,
knocking him out of the mount.  A few more stomps to the back of the
skull keep Cooper down long enough for Scythe to get back to his feet,
shaking the cobwebs himself.]

GM:  The War Pigs have got Dave Cooper all alone in that ring, Bucky.

BW:  The old dog is about to get put out to pasture, Gordo!

GM:  I think that's a mixed analogy but the point is well taken. 
Hammer's dragging Cooper off the canvas, shoving him back into the
corner.

[The crowd jeers as the two War Pigs batter the veteran against the
buckles, raining down forearms and fists all over Cooper as Sarah Sharpe
screams for Cooper to fight back.]

GM:  They're all over Cooper!  This is part of what makes a no
disqualification match so dangerous, Bucky.  No rules, no ref to keep
things under control.

BW:  They're reaping what they sow, Gordo.  That hag Sharpe is the one
who wanted this match so they can thank her when they're checking into
the hospital tonight.

GM:  Double whip to the far side...

[Hammer grabs Scythe by the arm, whipping him across the ring where he
connects with a running clothesline in the buckles.  Scythe backs off,
clearing space for Hammer to run across the ring and hit the exact same
blow.  The War Pigs deliver a few more blows in the buckles on Cooper,
turning around...

...and getting DRILLED with a running double clothesline by Eric Matthew
Somers!]

GM:  OHHHH!  SOMERS PICKS UP THE SPARE!

BW:  He got lucky, Gordo.  A sneak attack on the War Pigs!  Why aren't
you all up in arms about that one?

GM:  All's fair in this one, Bucky.

[Somers pulls Scythe off the mat...

...and promptly HURLS him through the ropes to the floor!]

GM:  Out goes Scythe and now it's Rough N Ready who has a member of the
War Pigs all alone.

BW:  I don't know if Hammer is the one I would've picked.  The man is
built like a Panzer tank, daddy!

[Somers turns his attention back towards Hammer as the powerhouse gets
back to his feet...

...and gets a hand wrapped around his throat!]

GM:  OH!  CAUGHT BY SOMERS!

[The 6'9 monster goes to hoist Hammer into the air...

...but a rake of the fingers across the eyes blinds Eric Matthew Somers.
 A bark from the big man sees Richard E. Lee pull off his shoe, throwing
it over the ropes to Hammer who rears back and drills Somers across the
forehead with it!]

GM:  OHHH!  He drilled him with the shoe!  Somers is down!

[Hammer promptly deadleaps high into the air...

...and drops a high impact elbow down on the chest of Somers, quickly
applying a cover.]

GM:  ONE!!  TWO!!  

[But a diving double axehandle across the back of Hammer by Dave Cooper
breaks up the pin.  Cooper promptly grabs the discarded shoe...

...and DRILLS the rising Hammer between the eyes, knocking him back
against the ropes.  The veteran tosses the shoe out to the floor,
approaching Hammer.]

GM:  Cooper steps out on the apron, turning Hammer around and... choke! 
He's choking Hammer out over the top rope!  

BW:  That's illegal, Gordo!

GM:  Not in this match!  Dave Cooper is showing he's got his own vicious
side going on as well!

[After a few moments of choking Hammer, Cooper grabs the top rope...

...and pulls hard on it, slingshotting Hammer over the ropes and down to
the barely-padded floor!]

GM:  OHHHHHHHHHH!

BW:  He could've snapped his back like a twig!

GM:  I can't believe it!  Dave Cooper just showed the world that he will
do whatever he needs to do to win this match.  This No Disqualification
match has brought out an entirely different side of Rough N Ready!

[Cooper steps back into the ring, shouting a whoop of triumph...  

...and then a yelp of surprise as his partner hoists him up into a
huuuuuge gorilla press!]

GM:  What the-?!

BW:  KILL HIM, SOMERS!  SOMERS IS TURNING ON COOPER!

[With a few step dash, Somers HURLS Cooper over the top rope, throwing
him on top of a shocked Scythe and Hammer!]

GM:  OHHHHH!  DOWN GO THE PIGS!

[A shocked Richard E. Lee looks around stunned...

...and decides to take matters into his own hands as he sees his team's
chance at victory slipping away.]

GM:  The War Pigs are down - and what in the world is Richard E. Lee
doing?!

BW:  He's checking under the ring for something.  Perfectly innocent.

[The crowd bursts into jeers as Lee pulls a steel chair into view,
sliding under the ring with the chair cradled to his chest.]

GM:  What in the- Richard E. Lee is in the ring with a chair!

[Lee winds up with Somers completely unaware despite the roaring
crowd...]



"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!"



GM:  HE DRILLED SOMERS IN THE BACK!

[The light blow from a manager causes Somers to drop to a knee from the
impact.  Lee throws down the chair, throwing his arms in the air in
triumph, leaping up to the middle rope to celebrate...

...and failing to notice Sarah Sharpe rolling into the ring, charging
across to the corner.]

BW:  Get her out of there!

[Sharpe reaches the corner, SHOVING Lee at full force which causes him
to topple over the ropes and crash down to the concrete floor to the
massive cheers of the crowd!]

GM:  OH YEAH!

BW:  This isn't right!  This isn't fair!  Gordo, I've got to go help
him!

GM:  You stay right where you are, Bucky.

[Sarah Sharpe rolls to the floor just as Dave Cooper rolls Scythe back
inside the ring, rolling in behind him.]

GM:  Scythe is in.  Cooper is in.

[The crowd roars as Eric Matthew Somers gets back to his feet, shaking
off the effects of the chairshot as he grabs Scythe by the throat...

...and YANKS him to his feet and straight up into the air with one
powerful lift!]

GM:  OHHH MY!  SOMERS HAS HIM UP!

[The WKIK Studios audience becomes unhinged as Somers PLANTS Scythe on
the folded up steel chair on the mat just as Dave Cooper leaps off the
middle rope, burying a kneedrop on the skull of Scythe!]

GM:  ROUGH HOUSING ON A STEEL CHAIR!!

[Cooper drops down into a cover as the referee hits the mat.]

GM:  ONE!!  TWO!!!   THREEEEEEE!!!


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


MC:  Your winners of the match... ROUGH!  N!  READY!

[The crowd roars as Somers helps his partner back to his feet, the two
men celebrating as Sarah Sharpe rolls back into the ring to join the
party.  With the fans cheering, Somers and Cooper take up positions on
opposite corners, paying tribute to the crowd as Sarah Sharpe applauds
both of her men.]

GM:  Rough N Ready have done it.  They've beaten the War Pigs in this No
DQ matchup and they've earned their second point of title contention. 
One more victory and they will have earned a title shot at Kentucky's
Pride!

BW:  I won't call that match, Gordo.  I refuse!

GM:  One more win for them and you won't have a choice, Bucky.  Fans,
it's been an exciting night of AWA action here in Dallas, Texas.  For
Bucky Wilde, I'm Gordon Myers until next time when we'll see YOU... at
the matches!

[The camera holds on the celebrating trio inside the ring for a
moment...

...and then fades to black.]