The show is about to begin when suddenly The Golden Age of Grotesque hits and the owner of the AWA walks out to a large amount of boos as Goth walks out to the ring. He is surrounded by the security that his brother pays for during shows. Goth enters the ring as he demands the microphone from Stormy Canyon and motions the crowd to be quiet as they do not listen to him.

Duff Travers: Some ungrateful fans these idiots are, don’t they know they are looking at the man that has revived wrestling?

Tex Martin: Oh please….

Goth: Will all of you just shut up???

Loud boos can be heard coming from the crowd as Goth reveals a sinister grin on his face as he once again has played them like he has always done in the past.

Goth: Oh yeah, I can sense it now!! The people are ready for another example of a great INSOMNIA!!!!

This causes some of the fans to cheer as it is the start of another Insomnia as Goth turns his view towards the Titan Tron

Goth: but this won’t be a night for the Rebellion to remember after they are going to have their asses kicked tonight!! But that’s not what I came out here for, because lets be honest… last week we were robbed of the International Championship belt!! And then I had to stop our beloved General Manager for screwing MY champion as he wanted to have the match continue!!! Thinking he is already in charge like the stupid idiot that he is, I had to put him in his place!!!!

The crowd boos Goth as he grins

Goth: And I guess he realized that I am the only one around here that is pulling the strings, not my former employee that was a part of The family… oh no, he had to swallow his pride and bow down his head before HIS own boss… And you know what? If the jackass ever decides to even dare to lace up his boots, I would LOVE to put him in his place before the thousands and thousands attending the arena and the millions watching around the world. Just to make an example out of him and his pitiful excuse of a Rebellion!!!

A large Canis chant starts as Goth plays the crowd as he is signaling them to shout out even louder.

Goth: Go ahead!! It only makes the coward stay in his office even more. I ….

The heavy riffage of "Animal" by Pearl Jam interrupts the AWA's owner as the crowds chants are answered, the fans erupting into cheers as Canis steps out onto the stage area with a microphone in hand. He stares down the ramp at Goth, grinning from ear to ear as he waits for both the crowd and the music to die down. He raises the mic to his mouth as Goth and the crowd awaits his reaction... then lets out one giant yawn, causing a ripple of laughter from the crowd and a stare of annoyance from the owner of the Asylum. Eventually Canis addresses his rival

Canis: It's because of moments like the past five minutes that the AWA can consider itself lucky to have a General Manager like me. When i step up into that ring every week.. i talk sense, i don't sound like some ranting, raving lunatic who had his tea spiked with oral laxatives..

Duff: How dare he!

Canis: And neither do i talk complete and utter horse shit... unlike this gloating idiot standing in the middle of the ring at this moment.

Duff: He can't say that about his boss!

Tex: I think you'll find, Duff, that he can say whatever the hell he wants to..

Canis: For instance.. i have to question your integrity and complete mental well-being when you claim your little floozies were... robbed... of the International Title last week. Maybe some of that make up you use to doll yourself up with every week is starting to affect your eyes, Goth. Not only did i.. and everybody else.. find your choice of replacement referee inappropriate during the Battle Royal.. but at that stage it was basically three.. on.. one. And STILL your trolls couldn't do the job. Even after Stacy had refused to count to three when Ronin rolled Fang up, she decided to remain at ringside and be the royal pain in the ass she seems to be so good at. That cluttered-up bint shouldn't have even been near ringside... and yet you sent her out there, thinking she'd at least be a distraction, or more hopefully call a dodgy fall as "referee".

The crowd cheer in agreement as Goth looks on stony-faced

Canis: And earlier on in the night.. Jay Gold decided to give Bill a helping hand, or foot... and you stand there with the balls to whine that you were robbed. It's scary to think that you run this company...

As for the main event... do not try and tell me for one second that had the title been on the other side and Marissa risked losing a match of that magnitude because of some bullshit technicality, you wouldn't have put on your little Power Hat and ordered for the match to continue. Do not even try and tell me otherwise. In a match of such high stakes, neither the competitors nor the fans deserve to see the match end in a draw like that... if you had any clue about what these people wanted, you would have let my call stand...

But you were scared. You were scared, Goth. It would have been the ultimate knock out blow to your ego and the Earthquake to rock the very foundations of your dictatorship... so you bottled it! Again! If you had so much confidence in that little slapper that represents this federation...

The crowd break out into a cheer as Goth begins to hurl abuse at the General Manager for calling Marissa Swanson a slapper

... then you would have let that match continue until the bitter end. You lowered the integrity of this Asylum, you ripped the fans off and you cheapened the value of the Universal Title. Way to go.. BOSS

The crowd begin to hurl abuse at Goth, who stands defiantly in the ring before beginning to speak himself

Goth: Scared? Oh please Canis… I have dealt with idiots that somehow wishes to speak out a different tale besides mine… and everyone of them had to drag their tails between their legs in anonymity…

Goth stops for a few moments before collecting his cool once more and starts to grin as he shakes his head before he continues to address the General Manager.

Goth: And yet for some reason I have missed the one thing that you forgot to mention to me Canis… where are your balls to prove your point towards me? Being the man that I am not… or at least so you assume that I am not… where are your balls when it comes down to me challenging you to a fight? Come on General Manager… are you going to let these fans down??

Canis looks at the fans who are going ballistic for a possible fight between the owner and the General Manager. But before he can speak it is Goth that cuts him off.

Goth: But then again, you are just a man that wishes to uphold the rules in this company; you do not wish to step back in the ring now do you? That’s behind you isn’t it?? Coward….

The crowd jeer Goth whilst anxiously waiting for an answer from Canis

Canis: If i'm a coward... then i'd like to know why i'm the only one stood out here without half a dozen hired security around me...

But if you want me to get in the ring with you, Goth... it's gotta be worth my while. I took a vicious beating at the hands of Mendoza's hired hands and my doctors say it's a risk stepping into the ring again. Trust me when i say wrestling has grown on me in the nine months i've been here.. but it's not worth my long term health and mobility...

Goth smirks as he thinks Canis is backing out, the crowd mumble amongst themselves slightly disappointed

Goth: Is that it? Is that the great man that stands for justice, stands for dignity and that stands for a rebellion against the Tyranny that is the Family? Like I have expected, all talk but no balls. Is that where you put your hopes on people??

The crowd are booing Goth as others are starting a Canis chant once more

Goth: And you know what? I was just about to challenge this man to one more match. To fight me on the biggest stage of it all… Goth b Canis at Wrestle Quest II… I guess I just have to find myself another disappointment to make these people believe in a miracle!!!

The crowd continue the Canis chant, as the General Manager stares straight ahead at Goth, his face not flinching one bit. Goth taunts him, mocking his hesitation. Then, from nowhere, Canis smirks and drops a bombshell...

Canis: You put your ownership on the line...

Duff: WHAT?!?!?!?

Tex: Holy... this is incredible! What an explosive start to Insomnia! We might have a new owner come May!!

The crowd's cheers become deafening. The demand from Canis has put Goth on the back foot as the owner looks around slightly shocked and bemused. Goth's authority has not been questioned this much for a long time now. After the initial impact has died down... Goth raises the microphone slowly and begrudgingly to his lips, as if he has no other choice

Goth: I accept!

Tex: WOOAAHHH!! This is HUGE!!

Duff: He's... he's bad enough as General Manager! This place would collapse with Canis in charge!!

As "Animal" rings through the arena speakers, Canis slowly backs up towards the curtain, not taking his eyes off of Goth for a moment as the owner stands in the ring looking pissed off at his General Manager. After one last stare out, Canis steps through the curtain as we cut to the first commercial of the night

Vs.

We are at the Star Arena in Santa Ana, California where the opening match is a Bar Room Brawl between Chaos and Modo. They have set up the ring to look like a typical bar room. We see the ring set up with a bar, bar stools, two small tables and chairs, a wine rack, a shelf with all sorts of liquor bottles on it, a small refrigerator, and several cases of beer stacked in the corner behind the bar. Our attention is turned to Tex and Duff as they explain the concept of this match.

TEX: Okay, I have it on good authority that when Goth was allowed to use that real Bar and Nightclub several weeks ago that the cost was excessive to repair the damage to the establishment so Goth got together with Chief Financial Officer John Irons and they agreed that mocking up the ring to look like a bar for a Bar Room Brawl was more cost effective.

DUFF: And the concept of this match is easy to understand. Anything in the "bar room" can be used as a weapon. This match is Hardcore Rules. There are three ways for a wrestler to win the match. They can get a pinfall on their opponent. They can make their opponent submit. Or if they can beat down their opponent to the point where their opponent cannot stand to their feet and continue with the match within the Referee's ten count, then it will be considered a Knockout win.

TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS by Bachman Turner Overdrive hits the speakers in the arena and we realize that Bill Barnhart is about to make his entrance as Special Guest Referee for this match. There is a commotion at the curtains from the backstage area and we see Bulldog Bill Barnhart step through the curtains and under the TRON. Bill is dressed in a totally strange Referee outfit which consists of dark pink slacks, a light pink shirt with dark pink vertical stripes instead of the normal black and white Referee's shirt, and he is wearing light pink shoes. He walks under the TRON while pink and white pyros erupt and spill sparks down around him on the landing. Bill acknowledges the crowd and then he heads down the ramp, climbs up on the ring apron, and ducks into the ring, again giving acknowledgment to the crowd which cheers him on since he is a California boy.

STORMY CANYON: Here is your Special Guest Referee for this Bar Room Brawl match, and one of the top wrestlers in Asylum Wrestling Alliance, from Oakland, California, he is BILL "BULLDOG" BARNHART!!!

DUFF: What in the world is Barnhart wearing? A pink Referee outfit? He looks like he should be on an Elton John special instead of acting as a Referee for this match!

TEX: Will you please chill out? Let Bill have some fun with being a Referee tonight. He said he was trying to fix his bad boy image to get it back to his fun image he had when he first joined Asylum Wrestling Alliance in June 2008.

The lights in the arena go dark and immediately YOU SHOOK ME ALL NIGHT LONG by AC/DC hits the speakers. Quickly the lights hit the entrance area and we see Chaos step through the backstage curtains. Chaos walks under the TRON and stops on the landing at the top of the entrance ramp. Chaos stands there for a moment and then he raises his hands into the air while dozens of pyros shoot up into the air from all around the landing. The crowd is stirred up by the pyro exhibition. Chaos takes off down the ramp to the ring. When he reaches the ring he walks up the ring steps, walks along the ring apron, and then he ducks into the ring through the ropes. He quickly runs to a corner and leaps up on the middle rope to play the crowd and when he raises his hands over his head again, another set of pyros erupt from the arena ceiling, cascading sparks down toward the ring, but they go out before they hit the ring area. Chaos jumps off the ropes and then he walks around the ring to play the crowd, giving Referee Bill Barnhart a stern look as he passes by him.

STORMY CANYON: Here is your first participant in this Bar Room Brawl match, from Orlando, Florida, standing in at 6 feet even and weighing 275 pounds, he is known as "THE MONSTER" and "THE WRESTLING MACHINE" give a warm welcome for CHAOS!!!

TEX: I don't know why that mean look was required by Chaos. Barnhart is only doing his assigned job as Referee for this match.

DUFF: You have to remember that Chaos came to the Electrified Cage Match Bill Barnhart had against John Irons and he distracted Bill enough that Barnhart nearly lost that match so we have to assume that there might be some retaliation on Barnhart's mind.

TEX: Barnhart already said he was changing his attitude from being mean to being nice so why can't you believe him?

DUFF: I rarely believe what someone says, and even more so when they have proven in the past to do something opposite of what they said they would do, or not do.

The lights in the arena dim a little bit and then strobes flash around the crowd at the arena. BYOB by System of a Down hits the speakers and the arena lights begin to flash. A spotlight searches around the arena and falls on a figure high up in the arena stands. The spotlight stops and we notice the figure in the stands is Modo. He starts to make his way down the steps through the crowd as he gets handshakes and high fives from the fans in attendance. Modo makes his way down the steps to the barricade and he leaps over the barricade and then he leaps up and dives into the ring under the bottom rope. Modo stands to his feet as smoke arises from around the ring apron nearly engulfing the two wrestlers, Referee Bill Barnhart, and the ring itself. Shortly the lights in the arena come up full, the smoke clears from the ring area, and Modo plays the crowd on each side of the ring by raising his hands in the air with his index fingers up. The crowd reacts with mostly a favorable reaction.

STORMY CANYON: Here is your next participant in this Bar Room Brawl match, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, at 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighing 245 pounds, he is known as "THE ENIGMA", please give a warm welcome for MODO!!!

TEX: That was quite an interesting entrance. Usually wrestlers don't want to come down through the crowd because there is always a chance that someone in the crowd won't realize they are there and they might trip the wrestler on his way down the steps.

DUFF: I have to agree with you on that entrance comment. It is safer to come through the normal entrance area so that you don't have to deal with the crowd unless you want to walk over to them and interact with them.

Referee Bill Barnhart calls Chaos and Modo to the center of the ring. He informs them that the ring is made up to look like a normal Bar Room and that they are involved in a Hardcore Rules Bar Room Brawl match. Barnhart informs both wrestlers that since it is Hardcore Rules anything currently in the match as a prop in the Bar Room is available to be used as a weapon. He further explains that the way to win the match is to pin your opponent for a three count, make your opponent submit, or beat your opponent to the point where the opponent in unable to get to their feet for a ten count for a Knockout victory. Barnhart gives the wrestlers two cautions though. The first warning he gives them is that if they go outside of the ring to obtain a weapon that is not already part of the Bar Room currently inside the ring, he will Disqualify them for that. Referee Barnhart finally tells Modo and Chaos that if they attack him, for any reason, he will immediately Disqualify them and award the match to their opponent. He asks if Chaos and Modo full understand the stipulations of this match, and how he is going to call the match, and both wrestlers state that they understand and that they are ready to get the match underway. Satisfied that the wrestlers understand the match they are involved in, Referee Barnhart calls for the bell from the Timekeeper to begin the match.

TIMEKEEPER: DING! DING!! DING!!!

The Timekeeper does his job, the bell has rung, and this match is officially underway. Chaos and Modo face each other and they get into a lockup and they are maneuvering for position and the advantage in the match.

TEX: Since the match just started let's take a look at how these wrestlers measure up with each other. Chaos is 6 feet even while Modo is 6 inches taller at 6 feet 6 inches. There is a chance that height advantage will play in favor of Modo in this match.

DUFF: The other measurement to take into consideration is that Chaos is 275 pounds while Modo is 245 pounds so there is a possibility that Modo being 30 pounds lighter, even though he is taller, could make this an even match physically.

Chaos and Modo continue to jockey for the advantage with Modo trying to use his height advantage to his favor while Chaos is trying to use his weight to muscle Modo into a position he can take advantage of. Modo manages to get the first advantage by backing Chaos up into one of the table set up in the Bar Room. Chaos bumps his lower back on the table and Modo manages to push him on his back on the table. While Chaos is on his back on the table, Modo reaches back and punches Chaos in the face. Chaos is fighting back to get into a position where he can get off the table but Modo is keeping him on the table. Modo again reaches back with his fist and he drives his fist down hard to hit Chaos in the head again. Somehow Chaos manages to move enough so that Modo misses hitting him in the head and instead we watch as Modo slams his fist hard into the wooden table. He immediately grabs his hand in pain and spins around with his back to Chaos. Seeing an advantage Chaos climbs up on the table and waits for Modo to turn around. As Modo turns around Chaos leaps off the table and lands a nice drop kick into the chest of Modo driving him backward into the bar.

TEX: Chaos was very fortunate to get out of the way of that second punch by Modo when he was on the table. Had Modo hit him with that punch this match would be going in a different direction.

DUFF: I agree with that Tex! But this match is far from over and anything can happen in a match of this type.

Chaos is starting into the eyes of Modo as Modo is leaning back against the bar. Modo appears to be stunned as we watch Chaos go for a shoulder to the body of Modo. Chaos runs toward Modo with his shoulder down to hit Modo with a body shot. At the very last moment Modo reaches over to the side and he pulls a bar stool up and holds it out in front of him. Chaos slams hard into the metal frame of the bar stool with his shoulder as Modo successfully blocked the shoulder hit. Chaos immediately goes down to the mat and he is holding his injured shoulder and he is rolling around the ring in pain. Modo lifts the bar stool over his head and walks toward Chaos. When he reaches Chaos he brings the bar stool down hard on the already injured shoulder of Chaos and we watch and cringe as we see Chaos in excruciating pain from the bar stool shot.

TEX: Ouch! That shoulder has got to be hurting hard! Now it will be interesting to see if Modo can take advantage of the injury.

DUFF: Modo has been wrestling for over 10 years so he is not a rookie to the business. The same thing applies to Chaos who is also a veteran of the wresting ring.

Modo walks over to Chaos and stomps on his shoulder. Chaos is suffering horribly from the injury to his shoulder. Referee Bill Barnhart steps in and asks Chaos if he wants to submit and Chaos yells at Barnhart to get away from him.

CHAOS: SCREW YOU BARNHART! DON'T ASK ME ABOUT SUBMISSION AGAIN! YOU KNOW ME WELL ENOUGH TO KNOW I WON'T GIVE UP IN A MATCH AND YOU ARE GOING TO FIND THAT OUT IN THE FUTURE WHEN YOU HAVE A MATCH AGAINST ME!!!

Referee Bill Barnhart gets the message and he backs off from Chaos and allows the match to continue. Modo stomps on the shoulder of Chaos again, and once again Chaos is rolling around from the pain. Modo approaches Chaos again to stomp his shoulder again but Chaos manages to reach up and punch Modo in the nuts. This slows Modo down quite a bit but Chaos is not able to take advantage of the distraction because his shoulder is hurting. Modo recovers and staggers toward Chaos who pops him in the family jewels again. Once again Modo is distracted from the pain in his groin but he tries to fight it off so he can continue attacking Chaos. Once again Modo approaches Chaos and this time while Chaos is on his hands and knees he lunges forward and drives a hard head butt into Modo's groin. This hit drives Modo to his knees where he is grabbing his groin and groaning loudly. Chaos gets to his feet and he walks over to the kneeling Modo and gives him a swift kick to the side of his head. Modo falls over on his side and Chaos quickly drops on top of him for the pin. He is, unfortunately, not able to use both his arms to hook the legs of Modo because one shoulder is still hurting, but he hooks with his other leg and waits for the count from Referee Bill. Barnhart is trying to get into position but he has to walk around a table and some chairs first. He finally drops into position and makes the count. ONE...TWO...and Modo gets a shoulder up to break the count. Chaos is livid as he gets to his feet and gets right in the face of Barnhart claiming he stalled on his pinfall count or he would have won the match.

TEX: I don't think that is a good idea to get into the face of the Referee, especially when that Referee is the wrestler Bill Barnhart.

DUFF: Well you cannot deny that Barnhart was deliberately holding back to make a slow count to screw Chaos on the pinfall.

TEX: The Referee cannot make a pinfall count from the other side of a table Duff! Barnhart had to get into proper position to make a proper count without anything between him and the wrestlers.

DUFF: You sure have an excuse for everything don't you?

Referee Bill Barnhart politely apologizes to Chaos for being out of position but he explains to Chaos that he had to maneuver around the table and chairs to be in proper position to make a proper pinfall count. Chaos shrugs his shoulders and turns around to continue going off on Modo. However, Chaos spent too much time arguing with Barnhart that he didn't realize that Modo has recovered and got to his feet and is standing behind him. Now the wrestlers are face-to-face and they begin trading punches and kicks. Modo manages to get an advantage with a few carefully placed kicks and another hard punch to the shoulder of Chaos. Modo grabs Chaos by the arm and whips him hard into the bar. Chaos hits the padding on the top edge of the bar and he goes tumbling over the bar and slams into the shelving behind the bar which holds the liquor bottles. The shelving collapses as dozens of liquor bottles fly off the shelves and crash all around, and on top of, Chaos. The smell of the spilled liquor spreads quickly throughout the arena.

TEX: Now that's an interesting mix of liquor smells eh?

DUFF: I do believe this is the first time I ever had the pleasure, or displeasure, of smelling a combination of whiskey, vodka, gin, and mixers all at the same time.

Chaos is not only drenched with liquor but he has sustained numerous cuts from the broken liquor bottles. The alcohol is starting to seep into his cuts and the pain is excruciating. Chaos gets to his feet and he staggers to the sink and manages to pour some water on his body to eliminate some of the alcohol in his wounds. We can see blood dripping down his body from the cuts. Modo sees he has an advantage when he sees that Chaos is cut and bleeding. Modo runs behind the bar to continue his attack on Chaos but when he hits the wet floor behind the bar he slips and falls to the floor also sustaining cuts from the broken liquor bottles. Chaos looks over at Modo on the floor but he decides to leave from behind the bar rather than try to attack Modo because the floor behind the bar is wet and he doesn't wish to risk falling down on the wet floor. Chaos walks out from behind the bar and he is standing over near the wine rack where dozens of wine bottles are located. Chaos is leaning against the wine rack waiting to see what Modo is going to do next. We watch Modo stand up and stagger out from behind the bar and he is also bleeding down his body from the numerous cuts he sustained from his fall on the broken glass behind the bar. When Modo sees Chaos standing near the wine rack he walks in front of the bar, picks up a chair from one of the tables, and he runs at Chaos to whack him with the chair.

TEX: Oh no! This isn't gonna be pretty!

DUFF: First the liquor bottles and now the wine bottles!

Modo approaches Chaos and swings the chair. Chaos ducks below the chair shot and the chair lands hard into the wine rack instead. The bottles of wind immediately shatter and the wine rack starts to fall over toward Modo. He jumps back out of the way as we watch the broken wine bottles spill wine over Chaos, who is ducked down in front of the wine rack, and then we watch as the wine rack falls on top of Chaos. Modo approaches the wine rack and he removes it from on top of Chaos and then he rolls Chaos up for the pin. Referee Bill Barnhart is close by and in position so he quickly drops and make the pinfall count. ONE...TWO...TH...and out of sheer instinct Chaos got a shoulder up to break the count. Chaos again mouths off to Barnhart claiming that he is quick to count when he is getting pinned but slow to count when he is pinning Modo. Barnhart once again tells Chaos to leave the officiating to him and for Chaos to focus on his match with Modo instead.

TEX: I am not sure what issues Chaos has with Barnhart as the Referee. So far Bill has called a fair match and he has not gotten involved, but rather he continues to let these two fight it out.

DUFF: I don't know either except when Chaos came to Bill's match last week with Irons he said something about having a score to settle so there must be something one or both of them will address down the road when they end up with a match against each other.

We can see a look in the eyes of Chaos which tells us he is thoroughly upset at how this match is going. He is obviously upset because he believes Referee Bill Barnhart is calling the match unfairly, but he is also obviously upset that twice in this match he got drenched with alcoholic beverages. Chaos turns and goes directly after Modo. We watch as Modo picks up another chair and attempts to hit Chaos with it. Chaos ducks under the chair blow again and then he lunges at Modo and tackles him backward into one of the tables, causing the table, with both wrestlers on it, to shatter into a pile. Chaos quickly gets off from on top of Modo and he reaches down and drags Modo to his feet by the arm. Chaos pulls hard on the arm of Modo dragging him toward him where he short clotheslines him into the already collapsed table. One again Chaos drags Modo to his feet and then he places Modo into a side headlock and runs toward the small refrigerator and bulldogs Modo's head hard into the refrigerator. There is a dent in the refrigerator from the blow of Modo's head. Modo is nearly out but he is punching and kicking trying to put on some sort of offense to get away from Chaos but most of his blows are having little effect on Chaos. Obviously Chaos has had enough of this match as we watch him pick Modo up in a Body Slam maneuver but instead of body slamming him into the mat or a table, he walks over to where the cases of beer are located and he throws Modo hard into the stacks of cases of beer. Modo crashes into the cases of beer and the cases get crushed and beer spills all over the place.

DUFF: Oh no! Wahhhhhh!!!

TEX: Duff? Why are you crying?

DUFF: All that beer going to waste! Isn't that a good enough reason to cry?

TEX: Good grief! You are pathetic!

Chaos is like a man possessed as he drags the nearly unconscious Modo to his feet and drives him hard into the mat with a power slam. Chaos immediately leaps on top of Modo and he hooks both of his legs with his arms. Referee Bill Barnhart is right there in position to make the pinfall count. ONE...TWO...THREE!!! Referee Barnhart immediately calls for the bell and orders Chaos to get off of Modo. Chaos obeys and climbs off Modo and waits for the announcement of the match results.

TEX: Well there you go. I believe this match came down to both wrestlers operating on sheer instinct at the end. It just happened that Chaos managed to get the advantage.

DUFF: Agreed. This match could have easily have gone either way.

STORMY CANYON: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of this Bar Room Brawl match, by a pinfall, he is known as "THE MONSTER" and "THE WRESTLING MACHINE" CHAOSSSSS!!!!!

Referee Bill Barnhart raises the hand of Chaos in victory and then he drops his hand after the announcement was made. Chaos leans over and says something to Barnhart that we are unable to hear, but whatever he said left Bill Barnhart with a smile on his face. Chaos slides out of the ring and disappears up the ramp and into the backstage area. Modo slowly gets to his feet and he crawls out of the ring. Modo slowly staggers up the ramp and disappears through the backstage curtains. The last to leave the ring is Bill Barnhart as Referee Bill Barnhart. He thanks the crowd for their support as he heads up the ramp and steps through the backstage curtains to return to his dressing room.

Winner:

The scene opens up in a secluded area backstage, in it we see a large cardboard cutout of Big Bad Casey leaning against the wall, Jason “The Sensation” Stevens steps into view wielding a sledgehammer.

JS: It takes a lot to piss me off the way Big Bad Casey has, and being denied a championship that’s rightfully mine is right up there in terms of ways to piss me off.

Jason swings with the sledgehammer destroying the lower part of the cutout, Jason stands over the cutout looking boarderline psychotic.

JS: Beal? He doesn’t matter, he was just added to the match to prevent me from inflicting serious injury upon Casey, but he won’t succeed and sooner or later that belt will be mine.

With a final swing of the sledgehammer Jason destroys the “head” of the cutout as the scene fades to another part of the backstage area.

Vs.

Stormy Canyon: The following contest is scheduled under Blindman's Deathmatch Rules! The rules are as follows... Both competitors will be blinded with a mask, and fight until one of them gets knocked out! There are no disqualifications, but if The Family gets involved, they will be suspended for a month! Introducing first, hailing Originally from West London, now residing in The Georgian Backwoods, weighing 235 pounds... Representing The Rebellion... "The Psycho" CHRIS SHIPMAN!!!

The arena lights go out as the opening to Du Hast begins blaring. Strobe lights begin flashing as green purple and red spotlights move up and down the ramp and ring as the drums kick in. Smoke fills the curtain area as Shipman walks out from behind it and quickly moves down to the ring in his ripped jeans and noose. He just walks by fans reaching out to touch him and get hi 5's. He gets in the ring and tosses the noose to the floor as the lights go back to normal and the music fades.

Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, hailing from Long Pond, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 220 pounds... Representing The Family... He is FANG!!!

The arena goes dark. A beat starts in the background followed by Rhinanna beginning to sing the beginning of “Run This Town” Red and blue strobes like police lights begin to go off as a form rises from underneath the stage. Jay-Z’s part begins and a spotlight shines on the figure at it shows to be Fang. He is standing in the light in a Black Armani suit. His head is bowed as the music plays. He then looks up as he is joined in the entrance way of the stage by Big Vic Gillot. The two men walk down to the ring The strobes still going off. More men in black suits walk behind the Man in Black. They surround the ring as he gets in. The lights go back to normal as the music fades. Fang takes off the suit jacket to reveal a white tshirt underneath. He folds the jacket and hands it to Vic. Fang nods to Vic and the men around the ring and they walk backstage as he waits for his opponent.

A pair of referees approaches both men, placing the black masks over their faces and securing them. One of the officials then leaves the ring and heads backstage as the other calls for the bell.

Tex: And here we go! Neither man can see yet this is going to be a blast to watch as ironic as that sounds.

Both Shipman and Fang move slowly towards each other. When they bump into each other, the fists begin flying. Shipman finally reaches out, grabbing Fang's head and driving a knee into Fang's gut. As Fang hunches over, Shipman keeps a hold on Fang's head, clubbing him across the back, then delivering an impactful DDT. Shipman then rolls Fang over before raining down heavy forearms into Fang's face. Shipman stops with the forearms now, getting to his feet and reaching for Fang who has rolled away to the ropes.

Duff: For being blinded, Shipman certainly tore into Fang early on here.

Tex: Both men are at a severe disadvantage. Usually they can watch their opponents and anticipate towards counters. This time though, they are just going in blind... Literally!

Fang finds the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. The sound of Shipman cursing Fang as he searches for him is all the opening Fang needs before he springs from the ropes and catches Shipman with a wicked clothesline to the back of the neck! Fang stumbles after connecting, tripping over the downed Shipman. As Fang feels Shipman at his feet, Fang drops an elbow down, driving the point of his elbow hard into Shipman's forehead. Out of instinct, Fang goes for the pin, but the referee informs him that the match is only decided by knockout.

Tex: For those of you just joining us, there are no pinfalls in this match. The only way to win is to knock your opponent out.

Duff: How wrong is it that I am actually finding this match to be funny compared to brutal. A joke about a blind man in an orgy suddenly comes to mind.

Tex: That doesn't surprise me in the least Duff. It really don't.

Fang stands Shipman up now as he gets to his feet, Irish whipping Shipman. As Shipman gets arm's length from Fang, Porter pulls him back towards him, and Shipman takes the opportunity to lower the shoulder and drive Fang to the mat hard with a spear! Shipman stands up, using his feet to stomp on Fang, causing him to roll across the ring until he ultimately rolls out of the ring, hitting the floor. Shipman uses the ropes to regain his bearings before slowly climbing out to join Fang. As he feels Fang under his feet, Shipman lifts him up, delivering an Irish whip of his own, slamming him hard into the barricade. As Shipman feels Fang stagger into him, Shipman locks his hands around Fang's waist and delivers a release belly to belly suplex which sends Fang back first into the ropes above Shipman. As Fang's back hits the ropes, the spring launches Fang back onto Shipman's shoulder which Shipman uses to drive Fang down hard with a spinebuster that causes both men to bounce from the floor! Shipman slowly makes it to his feet and back away as the referee begins the count.

1...2...3...

Duff: Did you see that Tex?! Shipman may have just broke Fang's back with the slam!

4...5...6...

Tex: Well the referee is counting Fang out here. Let's see how much damage it truly did!

The referee stops counting as Fang finally makes it to his feet! The crowd has a mixed reaction as the match continues. Shipman feels Fang coming and kicks him in the gut before tossing him back, causing Fang to hit the ground once more. Fang reaches under the ring skirting as Shipman feels around for him. As He finds Fang's body, he lifts Fang to his feet but is quickly put down himself when Fang smashes a light tube across Shipman's head! Shipman staggers on a pair of jello legs as Fang tells the referee to count it. The referee then informs Fang that Shipman is still standing. Fang yells out before grabbing Shipman and driving his back into the steel steps with a snap suplex! Shipman's body begins to spasm as the referee begins to count!

1...2...3...

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

4...5...6...

Tex: Good god Duff! These two men are going to war! I don't know how much longer either man can last!

7...8...

Duff: We'll we're about to find out Tex! Shipman's on his feet, and he's not empty handed!

Duff called it as Shipman is now holding a kendo stick wrapped in barbed wire. Shipman rolls back into the ring as he hears Fang yelling for him inside. As Shipman stands up, he hears Fang yell out for him again, but Fang gets a change of heart as he is quickly met with the barbed wire kendo stick in the ribs! As he hunches over, dropping to his knees, Shipman finds Fang with his boot before bringing the kendo stick down with all of his might, snapping it furiously around Fang's skull! Shipman tosses the kendo stick aside now, assuming he had broken it and calls for the end of the match!

Duff: Holy fuck Tex! Shipman may have just delivered the knockout shot right there!

Tex: It's very well possible but we'll never know because Shipman isn't finished! Both of these men are on their last leg here!

It takes Shipman a little while to finally find Fang who is laid out on the canvas. When he finally does, he calls for the end! Shipman lifts Fang to his feet, using what little energy he has left to back him into a corner before lifting him onto the top rope. Slowly climbing up with him, Shipman begins laughing as he prepares to seal Fang's fate. The time he took searching for Fang however gave the Man In Black enough time to shake the cobwebs and the two men begin trading punches on the top rope. Finally, Shipman begins to teeter a bit and as he does, Fang grabs his head and misjudges the direction of his jump, causing the crowd to explode by leaping from the top rope with Shipman and delivering a Fatal Shot across the barricade at ringside! Fang lands in the crowd as Shipman drops onto the floor and begins twitching and convulsing at ringside. WIth a little help from a couple of fans at ringside, Fang makes it to his feet and back over the barricade as the referee begins to count!

1...2...3...

Tex: THIS HAS TO BE IT DUFF! FANG MAY HAVE VERY WELL BROKEN SHIPMAN'S NECK WITH THAT FATAL SHOT ACROSS THE BARRICADE!

4...5...6...

Duff: THAT'S EXACTLY WHY IT'S CALLED A DEATHMATCH TEX! THERE'S NO WAY CHRIS SHIPMAN IS STILL BREATHING AFTER THAT!

7...8...9...

The crowd, referee, and Fang all finalize it once as the bell rings through the arena...

10!!!

"Run This Town" begins to blare through the arena speakers as Fang uses the last of his energy to remove the mask, then climb into the ring as the referee raises his arm in victory. Fang doesn't stay standing for long however. Before Stormy can even make the announcement, Fang has dropped to one knee, clutching his ribs and screaming out in pain.

Stormy Canyon: Here is your winner by knockout... FANG!!!

The crowd has exploded with mixed reactions as Fang finally makes it back to his feet and looks down at Shipman, holding his arms up in triumph before the show fades to a commercial for the upcoming Full Throttle Pay Per View.

Winner:

The lights in the arena dim as “Violence Fetish” by Disturbed plays over the PA system. The crowd begins to buzz as the lights slowly come back up, finally erupting into a shower of applause and chants as Ronin emerges from the backstage area, microphone in hand. The bottom half of his face is solid black, a thick band wrapping around his jaw. The rest of his face is white, save for two thick bands going down his eyes.

Tex: Well, Duff, it looks like now we get to hear from the International Champion. But what’s with his face?

Duff: I don’t know. He kind of looks like a clown. Why would he do that?

Tex: Hell, I don’t know. Maybe he thinks Marissa Swanson is afraid of clowns or something.

Duff: Let’s just shut up and see what he has to say.

Ronin shares handshakes and high-fives with the fans on his way down to the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope, he stands in the center of the ring, letting the fans continue their cheers and chants.

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Finally, he signals for his music to stop, and holds up his hand, waiting for the crowd to grow quiet.

Welcome, welcome, everyone!

The crowd cheers.

I know I was warned, but Marissa’s just going to have to forgive me for taking up Goth’s precious airtime because I’ve got a few things to say.
Each and every one of you are my very special guests for this evening. Tonight, in this very ring, you will all witness an event you won’t ever forget. Tomorrow, and for the rest of your lives, you’ll talk about this night as the night when The Hand of the Elders faced The Baby of The Family, and finally forced her mouth shut!

The crowd cheers wildly.

Tex: Baby of The Family? You think he means Marissa?

Duff: Um…yeah, Tex. I think he does.

Ronin lets the cheering continue for a moment before calling for silence one more.

Now I’ve said a lot of things about our Universal Champion this week. Most of it wasn’t nice. SOOO much of what I said just seemed to get her bikini in a wad. Because just like I said, she’s finally starting to realize that there’s nothing else she can do. The very thought of it is making her lose her mind. I know she’s backstage right now, probably wedged under Goth’s desk, just waiting to hear her music hit so she can come out and attack me right in front of my ugly, painted face. Hence the slight tweak to my appearance tonight. I’ve never met a girl that wasn’t afraid of clowns at some point in her life. So maybe when Marissa gets to the ring and sees what’s standing in front of her, she’ll pick a corner to sob in like she did a few weeks ago.

Laughter echoes throughout the arena.

Tex: That’s bullshit! She was the victim of a blatantly cowardice attack! Who wouldn’t be shaken up?

It’s time to change the tone, though, because the time for fun and games has come to an end. Now it’s time for the AWA’s Champions, The Rebellion and The Family, to step into the ring and who the purer, better athletes really are.
Unfortunately, there are no titles on the line here tonight. We’re just going to have to wait another week to watch the Universal Championship be ripped from Marissa’s hands. But what all of you can see is a prequel to Full Throttle, when Championships will be on the line, and The Family will be forced to kiss them both good bye!

The crowd erupts in wild cheers and chants. Ronin smiles in the ring, letting it continue.

Tex: No way Metamania’s going to pull it off next week!

Duff: Well, Tex, the two have run neck and neck in their previous battles, it’s really anybody’s match. Let’s not forget, too, that Ronin’s going to have to take on Fang in a Buried Alive Match for the International Title.

The crowd noise finally dies down, and Ronin puts the microphone to his lips once more.

I’ve just got one last thing to say. Then I’ll stop wasting Goth’s airtime.
Your Universal Champion has berated me several times this week for being overconfident. She thinks I’m too cocky for my own good. But I ask you good people, how else am I supposed to be? I’ve watched this girl since her debut. I’ve been in the ring with her twice. Hell, I even had her beaten! She can pull whatever cat out of the bag that she wants, I’m not the one who’s going to be taking a Swan Dive tonight. She’s going to step into this ring tonight, she’s going to give it her all, she’s going to put me through hell. But ultimately, this match is already decided. I’ve already walked into the bowels of Hell and emerged on the other side. I don’t have to talk about some mystical wrestling ability that I taught myself to try and make my opponent think twice. More importantly, I don’t have to I don’t have to pull out a text book to prove my point.
Like it or not, Marissa, everything begins tonight. Next week at Full Throttle, the power in this company is going to shift dramatically. Your good friend Mr. Porter is not going to walk away with my title, while you won’t be walking away with yours. Tonight, the first shots will be fired. I hope you’re ready.

With that, Ronin drops the microphone as “Violence Fetish” begins to play over the PA system once more.

Tex: Big words from the International Champion. Let’s see if he can back them up!

Duff: Don’t go away because later tonight, a clash of champions unfolds in the ring as Ronin takes on Marissa Swanson.

Ronin waves to the crowd as he makes his way up the entrance ramp, disappearing into the backstage area as the show cuts to a commercial.

The scene switches backstage where we see Big Bad Casey in the gym. He is seen working out, posing and warming up for the triple threat match with Jason Stevens and Bael. He sees the camera and gives a sinister looking smirk.

Casey: Jason, Bael, you don't know what you're in for! I am bigger and stronger than you are, which is why your going down. This match is going to be one for you to remember, I want you both to remember the beating you will take tonight!

Casey then decides to take a drink of Powerade. After a moment, when he has quenched his thirst, he continues.

Casey: I am going to hurt you both so bad that for the next week, you won’t remember what hit you. Once I knock you out with Power Up, you guys will feel like you were hit by a freight train! You will then realize that you should have not run your mouths against me.

Then the scene goes into of Big Bad Casey’s attack on Jason Stevens from the battle royal from last week. Then they show the promos Casey has done for the triple threat match. Once the 3rd promo ends, the scene changes.

Vs.

Vs.

Stormy Canyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is under Triple Threat rules!!!! The first wrestler to enter the arena stands in at 6’5 and weighs in at 255 pounds!! Hailing from The Depths of Hell!! Bael!!!

Three Days Grace It's All Over begins to play over the p.a. as the lights begin to dim. Like a faulty light bulb the lights begin to flicker to the beat. Out walks Bale wearing a cloak over his black wrestling tight. He slowly makes his way to the ring having only his next step lighten up by a dim white light. As he aproaches the apron of the ring. he sheds his cloak to reveal two deep scars on his back. As he rasies his right hand all four corners of the ring burst with red flames. He then hops in the ring and waits for his next soul.

Stormy Canyon: His first opponent, standing in at 5’7 and weighing in at 175 pounds!! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada!!! Jason Stevens!!!

The opening riff for "Room For One More" is herd over the PA, as soon as the baseline kicks in Jason emerges from the back with his mentor Steve Ramone following him close behind alongside Carrie, the crowd are mixed in there reaction to the trio as whilst they hate Jason they love Steve, Jason rolls into the ring and bounces of the ropes as Steve and Carrie take up positions at ringside

Stormy Canyon: And their final opponent, standing in at 7’1 and weighing in at 375 pounds!!! Hailing from Nashua, New Hampshire!!!! Big Bad Casey!!!

Casey comes down with his friend John (who does the Shane O Mac dancing stuff on the top of the ramp) and soon to be wife Laura, and we are walking down together holding hands

Duff Travers: Three guys wanting to look up and not wanting to move down the ladder of the ranks of the AWA. I’m interested to see….

Tex is cut off midsentence as both Stevens and Bael are working together to get to the big guy. Both men trading blows to the big man as suddenly Casey grabs both men and headbutts first Bael and then Stevens to the ground. Bael gets up and charges in on the big man as he a shoulder tackle into the midsection of the big man. That causes the big man to stagger into the corner, but then Casey delivers a big forearm to Bael that sends him crashing to the ground when suddenly we see Stevens jumping off the turnbuckles and nailing Casey with a missile dropkick that sends the big man staggering in the corner. Stevens gets up to his feet quickly and signals to the people something big is coming up. He runs to the ropes and then jumps towards Casey as he grabs him in the air and goes for a DDT off the ropes. But Casey grabs him by the waist and throws him hard onto the canvas. Casey shakes off the cobwebs when suddenly he gets a running clothesline from Bael. Bael manages to get him into the ropes and then Bael starts to kick the big man in the knee that sends Casey down to his knees. Bael shows aggression by sending forewarms and elbows to the head of the seven foot monster, but stopping just in time before getting a five count from the referee. Bael grabs Casey by the head and locks him in a standing sleeper, cutting off the oxygen to the brain as this shows that Casey is slowly fading. The referee grabs the arm of the big man and drops it once, he does it for a second time and it drops again.

Tex Martin: Will it drop for a third time?? No!!!

Duff Travers: The big guy is still fighting!!!

Casey holds his arm in the air as his girlfriend is clapping her hands and screaming towards her man as Casey slowly gets to his feet and wraps his arms around the waist of Bael and then we see him deliver a big time Side Suplex that flattens Bael.

Tex Martin: Good counter of the big man, what the?

We can see Stevens climb the turnbuckles and come off with a cross body block on the big man, but Casey catches him and delivers a modified Sidewalk Slam and then covers Stevens for the pin as the referee calls for the bell.

Stormy Canyon: The winner of this match!!!! Big Bad Casey!!!

Casey climbs out of the ring after the bell has rang and the hands are being raised in the air as he walks back to the backstage area

Winner:

The camera opens up somewhere backstage in the arena as Metamania and his wife, Freya, are on their way to Canis’s offices, currently heading holding hands. Page Harris is able to stop them before going any further as the couple release hands and Metamania watches Page Harris approach and she starts to speak as the audience noise is down for a bit.

Page Harris: Metamania, there’s something that I need to ask of…

She suddenly looks behind and screams as Freya quickly backs away from her man. Not knowing why, he turns around, only to get hit in the face with a tire iron! As Metamania goes down, we see that it is none other than Fang with a twisted look on his face, looking down as him as the crowd boos loudly.

Tex: What the hell is he doing? I can’t believe that he’s doing this to a man that’s just trying to get himself ready for his match!

Duff: Hey, Tex, it’s all fair! Anything can happen backstage, so the rules are off limit!

Fang waits for Metamania to get back up, only to ram into the back of his left leg with a chop block, taking him down again. Fang is not done, as he kicks him down in the stomach, Freya screaming for her man. As Metamania tries to stand up, Fang whacks the tire iron onto the back of his neck, Metamania gritting his teeth as the pain shoots up inside, Fang throwing down the tire iron away. Fang suddenly looks at Freya, as if some twisted idea came into his mind. Freya immediately gets into a fighting stance, Fang charges her with a spear, but she sidesteps the move, kicking him hard in the ribs, followed by an elbow onto his back, forcing him on the ground, chest first. He screams in rage as Metamania is on his feet, looking for a new weapon and seeing a chair leaning on a wall that’s nearby a steel shelf. He picks up the object, folds it up, then saunters over to Fang, lifting the chair and smacking his back a few times!

Duff: Hey, wait a second! That’s not fair!

Tex: Like you said, Duff, anything goes when anyone’s backstage, so quit complaining!

Metamania spots a glass window on the opposite side of where the steel shelf, which is on the right. He picks up Fang and punches him in the stomach three times before he takes Fang by the waist of his pants and the back of his shirt, spins him around, then with a scream of rage, throws Fang directly through the window! Glass shatters as Fang is thrown in, head first! Fang is rapidly breathing, but is knocked out cold as Metamania is enraged. He reminds himself of his manners, however, and politely asks Page for the microphone, who hands it over to him. He walks over to the glass window and leans over, beginning to speak.

Metamania: You stupid son of a gun! You clearly are disillusioned and aren’t brought up to speed on the facts, so allow me to enlighten you! One, Revolution and The Rebellion are two different factions with two different purposes in mind, so neither are the same! Second, ever since you joined the Family, you have done NOTHING to revolutionize it either – just tossed two idiots just to regain two other idiots that aren’t worth the time or patience! That said, this is vengeance for hanging me up on that stupid cross of yours and busting me open all those weeks ago! You think you can do whatever you want around here, Fang, messing around with me and my allies, thinking that The Family are in complete control. News flash for you, you ignorant retard – things are changing around here - FOR THE BETTER! The Family will have power, but not as much as they want and it certainly won’t be a one-sided affair anymore! On top of that, I’m getting my revenge back, little by little! Tonight, for example, I’m going to take care of your best friend, Chase Tomlin, and kick his ass so hard that he’ll never be able to get back up after tonight! Then I’m going after Marissa Swanson, the stupid girl who thinks that she is the rightful owner of the AWA Universal championship – but she has disgraced it since day one! It no longer belongs in The Family, Fang! As far as I’m concerned, hell – when I’m champion, which will happen very soon, even if you challenge me for it, you will NEVER become the Universal champion on my watch! So when it’s all said and done, you can run like the bitch that you are and let Goth know, your brother as well as your master, that once I take away the Universal championship away from him, Fang, he will have NOTHING left, except for his minions that serve him obediently without any question and will therefore get nowhere around here. I’m sick and tired of being messed with, Fang – tonight, it’s your turn to receive that taste of medicine. I hope, for your sake, that you don’t mess with me again. If you do, then I’ll do everything I can to make sure that your career…IS OVER! Chew on that tonight, bitch!

Metamania laughs as Fang convulses in pain, then he walks over to Page, hands her back the microphone, and the two chuckle loudly as they proceed to head over to Canis’s office. Fang slowly gets up and you can now see a mask of rage creasing his features before the scene fades into a commercial.

Vs.

Tex: Two champions about to duel against each other shortly! Any thoughts Duff?

Duff: Yeah – Marissa Swanson is hot!

Tex: That wasn’t the answer that I was looking for, Duff.

Duff: It’s not my fault that you said “Any thoughts” Tex!

Stormy: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is a non-title match! Introducing first, from Franklin, TN, weighing at 121 lbs, she is the current Universal champion….MARISSA SWANSON!!!!!!!!

The sound of cameras flashing can be heard as the AWA jumbotron lights up to show Marissa standing on a red carpet. The scene zooms out a bit to show that she's surrounded by cameramen. A reporter ducks in through the cameramen and reach Marissa to ask her a question.

Reporter: Are you sure that you're ready for the big time?

Marissa continues to stand there and look very pretty.

Reporter: Marissa? What's your answer?

Marissa: I'll be fine. I may be young, but I'm smart and I know what I want. And besides, I’m now the AWA Universal Champion if you look down at my waist.

She continues to smile as the reporter speaks up again.

Reporter: Well you heard it here folks! Marissa Swanson heads your way yet again. If you love her or hate her, she’s the Universal Champion. And from the way she talks, she will be it for quite a while…

The scene on the jumbotron fades as the beginning of "Party In The USA" by Miley Cyrus begins to play. Shots of Marissa growing up on the jumbotron fade in and out until Marissa Swanson appears from out of the backstage area. She stands on the stage with the AWA Universal Championship strapped around her waist for a few seconds soaking in her surroundings before making her move down the wrestler ramp towards the ring. Any fans that are nice to wave at her or blow a kiss to her catches her attention and she gives them one back, although those are few and few between due to the large amounts of boos from the jealous women in attendance. As she gets to the ring, she climbs up the steel steps and up to the top rope. Meanwhile on the jumbotron, some shots of Marissa having fun at the beach play. All the men hoot and holler as Marissa now does a picture-perfect backflip off the top rope while still wearing the title belt. Marissa then puts her arms up into the air before pulling them back down. She then heads to her corner to await the beginning of the match.

Duff: See, just look at her! She’s a gorgeous beauty!

Tex: Oh you’ll say that now – until you get into the ring with her, Duff.

Duff: On second thought, you do have a good point there, Tex.

Stormy: Introducing the challenger, from Nashville, TN, weighing at 240 lbs, he is the NEW AWA International champion…..RONIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

The lights in the arena go out and the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation as 'Violence Fetish’ by Disturbed begins to play over the PA system. The opening riff slowly grows louder, causing the entire building to rumble…

"Bring the violence,

it's significant

to the life if you've ever known anyone.

Bring the violence,

it's significant

to the life can you feel it?

Oh ow, ow!"

A thunderous explosion rocks the arena as fireworks and pyrotechnics fill the entrance area.

“How do you sleep when you live with your lies

Out of your mouth, up from your mind?

That kind of thinking starts a chain reaction.

You are a timebomb ticking away."

As the smoke clears, Ronin and Ilati step through the haze onto the entrance ramp to a jumbled chorus of cheers and chants, the International Championship belt shining around Ronin's waist. They walk to the bottom of the ramp and stop.

"You need to release what you're feeling inside

Let out the beast that you're trying to hide.

Step right up and be a part of the action.

Go get your game face on because it's time to play."

Ronin holds the International Title over his head as another pop of pyro goes off behind him.

"You're pushing and fighting your way.

You're ripping it

Up!!!"

He smiles ear-to-ear as he slowly walks toward the ring, chanting and high-fiving along with the fans on his way. He hands the International Title to Ilati, leaving her to stand outside the ring as he slides under the bottom rope and begins to circle the ring in anticipation.

Duff: Marissa is not glancing around anywhere, she’s keeping her eyes on Ronin, who is just circling around her like she’s his prey.

Tex: I think that’s how Ronin views the situation himself – Marissa is his for the taking and there’s nothing she can do about it.

Ronin starts it off with a rushing clothsline, but Marissa ducks underneath, crossing the other side. Then she leaps backward, as if she’s about to a backflip, but she raises one foot and hits Ronin in the face. But Ronin managed to get his hands in front of his face on time, blocking her kick as she kips up onto her feet. Then she flips into the air and lands squarely between Ronin’s shoulders, hoping to go for a frankensteiner, but Ronin pushes her off and watches as Marissa lands on the mat, sliding back a few inches and landing nearby the ropes. Ronin stalks her as she now goes for a spinning side kick, but he catches her and spins her around. As Marissa Swanson turns around, she gets clobbered by a devastating clothsline that spirals her to the mat in a thunderous crash. Ronin goes for a cover by hooking the leg, but Marissa kicks out at the count of two. Picking her up, he knees her in the stomach a few times, then tries to set her up with a torture rack. But she’s able to slip out easily, landing on het feet, and then hits with a low dropkick, sending Ronin on one knee. Then she grabs his neck, spins around him, and crashes his face onto the mat with a DDT. She goes for a pin of her own, but at the count of two, Ronin pushes her away. Marissa rolls onto the mat and uses the ropes to get up, but she’s too slow to recover as Ronin groggily gets up, then walks up to her, grabbing her by the head and plants a hard right into her back. She screams in pain as he brings her over to the lower-left corner and slams her head into the top turnbuckle two times. But on the third, she stalled the third strike and elbowed him in the face, forcing him to stagger back a few paces as she leapt onto that turnbuckle, then turned around. She then flew into the air and Ronin wasn’t able to counter as he got pinned down. Another pin attempt followed, but Ronin barely got the shoulder up at the count of two. She glares at the referee, who says that the count was fine. Shrugging it off, she gets up and kicks Ronin hard in the face, Ronin feeling blood coming out of his mouth. Grinning with satisfaction, then picks him up and tries to go for a suplex. But Ronin easily overpowers her with his weight and strength and suplexes her to the other side. He sits up, tasting the blood that’s coming out of his mouth, and is now not happy. Marissa is getting up and Ronin goes for a big boot, but Marissa ducks underneath it, turns around, and lands a solid dropkick to his back, Ronin pushed to the ropes. He grabs a hold before he can fall over. Marissa charges forward and Ronin ducks and then lifts her up and over the ring! It appears that she’s going to fall to the mat, but Marissa is able to clutch on to the ropes and is able to land on the apron side instead. Ronin turns around, gets angry, and reaches for her, but Marissa headbutts him in the stomach instead. He doubles over, feeling the pain, his neck on the top rope, so she grabs his head, jumps off the apron side, pushing his head down the rope. Ronin instantly bounces off the rope and crashes on his back fast, trying to regain some feeling in his throat as Marissa slides into the ring and goes for another pin, but Ronin again denies her the victory, the shoulder coming up at the count of two.

Tex: Duff, this is fast-paced action right here and the crowd loves every second of it!

Duff: No where else in the world can anyone get this kind of action, Tex! Go Marissa!

Tex: Oh please…not that again Duff!

Duff: What? She’s hot! There, I said it!

Tex just shakes his head and mutters something his breath as the cameras return to the ring. Marissa picks up Ronin and is somehow able to perform a snapmare and goes for a throat hold submission from behind, kneeling. Ronin isn’t fazed by it, as he slowly stands up, Marissa being dragged off from her feet. Reaching behind, Ronin throws her in front of him, Marissa landing. She’s proud of herself landing and taunts the crowd as they boo her in response. But once she turns around, he delivers a right haymaker that sends Marissa Swanson dazed and hitting the ropes. Ronin comes forward and picks her up as he returns, this time being successful with the torture rack, the audience screaming wild as Marissa is roaring with pain. She tries to slide out, just like last time, but Ronin has his grip tight on her this time. Trying to ignore the pain, she endures as Ronin steps around the ring. He makes the mistake of getting nearby the ropes, which Marissa can extend her hand and touch it. The referee asks Ronin to let her go, which he does so reluctantly. She finally slides off and gets her back pain out of the way, but Ronin clutches her from behind and goes for a German Suplex and it turns out to be a pin! 1….2….but Marissa kicks Ronin in between his head and the two combatants rolled away from each other. Both of them are spent, but eager to continue on as Marissa goes for a spinning heel kick, but Ronin catches the foot and uses his right foot to sweep her other leg off balance, watching her crash to the mat. She backflips onto her feet as Ronin comes charging in with a spear, but Marissa sidesteps the move, kicking him in the stomach, then leaps in the air and sends him landing on the mat with a legdrop onto the back of his neck. Ronin rolls away, feeling the pain surge through the back of his neck now as Marissa ascends the top rope on the upper-left corner. It looks like she’s going for The Swan Dive! Ronin is back on his feet, looking for his opponent. He turns around just in time to see her fly off with the Swan Dive! Ronin is able to catch her this time and goes for a powerslam, but Marissa Swanson is able to leap off from his throw, land on his feet, and goes for a 360 Tornado Kick that sends Ronin dizzy, but Ronin, in response, turns around and plants Marissa with a spinning back hand! Both contestants go down as the referee looks at both of them, checking to see if there’s still around, then counts it downs, the audience joining them. 1……2…….3….Marissa and Ronin begin to stir……4….5….both of them manage to find the ropes…..6…..7…..Ronin starts to climb, but is still dazed from her kick and lands on the mat again. 8….9….it looks like Marissa is going to stand fully, about to win…but the impact of the punch got too much to her and she falls onto the mat……10!

Tex: Wait, hold up! Is it possible??

Duff: What’s the referee saying to Stormy! Marissa’s got to win – she was halfway standing!!

Tex: No she didn’t – she fell again just as the ten-count happened!

The referee explains to Stormy his results, so she nods back at him and raises the microphone to her lips to announce the decision.

Stormy: As a result of both Ronin and Marissa down and unable to get back up before the count of ten, this match has been officially declared a DRAW!

Tex: See, Duff, I was right!

Duff: That’s crap and they know it!

The audience aren’t happy with the decision as Marissa and Ronin are still down, breathing hard as the scene slowly fades to black.

Winner: Draw

      The camera cuts backstage to show Jade Green standing with microphone in hand alongside Chase Tomlin who is dressed and ready for his match tonight.The stoic look on his face has finally returned as he keeps his eyes steadily surveying the corridor around them.

Jade Green: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this tie, the former AWA International Champion, The Dark Angel himself, Chase Tomlin. Now Chase, this week alone, there has been some wicked rumors being thrown around about you by your opponent this evening, Metamania. Would you mind filling us in at this time on how much of it was true?

Chase Tomlin: That's easy Miss Green, none of it. To hear those simple minded individuals tell it, I'm some third rate criminal who gets off on little girls. Apparently they haven't been paying attention because I am married. Now to say it is a happy marriage is a different story, but that's not the point we're here to discuss. The masked hypocrite would also like you to believe that because The Rebellion screwed me twice that I am on some kind of downward spiral, losing interest from The Family. Now Mis Green, that couldn't be any further from the truth. A blind squirrel finds a nut every once in a while as you aware, and because of it, Metamania feels like that means something. What he is going to find out later tonight is that I am alot more than he would care to give me credit for. It's him who is on the downward spiral, but he won't readily admit that will he? He thinks the people look up to him because he stands up for what's right... As if they don't notice all the wrong he commits in the process. For lack of a better way to word it Miss Green, Metamania is on his last legs in this business and later tonight, I will have the distinct honor of knocking those legs out from under him with great force. By crippling the world's smallest loudmouth, I will send a message to The Rebellion that they will not be able to ignore. They know not the hell they call upon them... Not in the slightest.

Chase looks around once more, keeping his eyes on a couple of shadows that pass by until he discovers it is merely a couple of rig workers milling about.

Jade Green: Well that sounds like a pretty strong claim to be forced to back up tonight Chase. Another question that comes to mind however is now that you no longer carry the AWA International Championship, what are your plans for the future? Will we be watching you make a run for the Universal Championship next?

Chase shakes his head slowly, running his hand through his hair as he looks down at Jade with a half-hearted smile.

Chase Tomlin: Another question posed by the incoherent ramblings of our favorite little marionette Miss Green. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you pulled your questions from those things he called promos this week. When it comes to Miss Swanson, I have taken it upon myself to see to it that harm comes to her outside of that ring. It was not asked of me, nor was it expected. When she approached me at Saint Valentine's Massacre, she showed me a level of respect that I only experienced from The Family. Do I want to be the Universal Champion though you asked me? Well sooner or later, I don't see why I can't pursue that idea. Right now though, I am perfectly content with Miss Swanson's reign and will even go as far as to say that I am willing to do anything and everything within my power to see to it that she continues to enjoy her place at the top... Especially if it's at the expense of The Rebellion.

Chase lets out a deep breath as he squares up his stance, towering a little further over Jade now.

Chase Tomlin: As for my plans though, it's simple. I am going to make my way through The Rebellion, breaking each and every one of them down piece by piece in the name of The Family. By the time I am, done, there is one man in particular that I cannot wait to drag to hell and that man is none other than the world's largest hypocrite... John Irons. He made his bed and now he must lie in it. The moment he used me as his personal billboard and stripped me of the International Championship, he sealed his own fate. He is going to learn that no matter how big him or his ego are, one moment in the ring with me will makes him look as small as that masked bastard he protects. Unlike him, I'm not going to use power-outages and dirty tactics to send him a message. I will him square in the eyes, tell him how it is going to be, then move forward and take it to the next level by imposing my will upon him like any REAL man in this business should. That coward may be hiding in an alleged place of power Miss Green, but his fall from grace will be a bittersweet one if he is lucky. He knows not of what it is he has done, but I will be more than happy to reveal to him the error of his ways. Consider The Rebellion on Final Notice Miss Green. Now if you will excuse me, I have a decimation to prepare for.

Chase walks away now, leaving Jade Green looking stunned as the camera fade back to ringside.

Vs.

Stormy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Last Man Standing Match! The winner will be the man that can knock down their opponent so he can not answer to a ten count!

The sounds of an alarm, along with gunfire, blare over the speakers as does the whirling of helicopter blades before the guitars and drums kick off Disturbed's Indestructible. As Metamania steps out from behind the curtain and stands at the center of the top of the ramp, two pyros, from each side, blast a few times. Freya, dressed in her sexy wrestling outfit, walks over to her man, standing next to him and the two take each other's hand and start walking down the ramp aisle.

Stormy: Introducing first, from New York City, weighing in at 176 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Freya…Metaaaaamaaaaaaaaniaaaaaa!!!!!

The couple break off so that they can greet the fans with handshakes, high fives, and smiles, the crowd happy to see Metamania as they roar loudly. As they reach ringside, Metamania jumps on the apron side of the ring, then sits on the bottom rope while pulling the top rope up, looking at his wife, smiling widely. Freya returns his smile with her own as she steps through the ropes, then Metamania follows suit. The One And Only walks over to both Stormy Canyon and the referee, shaking their hands and greeting them with his trademark smile. Then he walks over to the center of the ring, faces down the camera looking back at him, and raises his right hand in the air, immediately clenching his fist. The arena lights go off as green pyro shoots from all four corners of the ring four times. The song then fades away, the lights go back up, and Freya grabs her man and kisses him passionately before the couple break it off. She then exits the ring, lands on the concrete floor, and watches her man closely, beginning to shout support and encouragement as Metamania shifts his attention to the entrance ramp, his game face already on, awaiting the arrival of his opponent.

The lights in the arena dim and turn to a crimson hue as the heavy riff of the opening of "Death Blooms" by Mudvayne begins to play through the speakers. Metamania glares at the stage as the fans begin to boo as a small flame circles the center of the stage. A few moments pass before the music intensifies, causing the flames to rocket into the air. As the flames begin to die down, Chase Tomlin stands in the center of the small flames, looking around the crowd. Chase smirks slyly before stepping through the flames and making his way into the blood red spotlight and making his way down to the ring.

Stormy: And his opponent, weighing in at 315 pounds…Chaaase Toooomliiiin!!!

At the bottom of the ramp, Chase walks around the ring to the steel steps, slowly stepping up one at a time before slowly pacing across the apron, taking a moment to look into the crowd with disgust before climbing between the ropes and making his way to his corner as the lights return to normal. Chase removes his trench coat and drapes it across the top rope as the music fades out.

Metamania doesn’t take his eyes off of Chase as Chase just looks at Metamania, still actually smirking a bit.

Tex: Well we’ve been here before and last time things didn’t turn out so good for Metamania as Chase planted him through a table several weeks back.

Duff: Yeah, right in the middle of Metamania’s losing streak! Hell, maybe another one will start here tonight!

Tex: Don’t count your eggs until they’re hatched Duff. The Rebellion has given Metamania new life and we have the General Manager to thank for that.

Duff: Yeah, but only because Canis felt bad for him. And now look at Metamania, he feels accepted and that seems to have him riding on a false high that’s about to end.

Tex: That remains to be seen. This match is now underway.

The ringside bell goes off and Metamania sneers at Chase while bouncing around, doing everything to amp himself up. Metamania then goes in for the first blow as he leaps into the air, hoping to grab Chase by the arm so he can pull him down into an armdrag. Chase however is too strong and simply swats Metamania down like a fly to the canvas. Metamania however doesn’t allow this to bother him as he instead takes Chase’s legs out from under him. Chase joins Metamania down on the mat but it isn’t for long as both get up. Metamania uses fists of fury to try to get Chase backed into the corner, but only a few fists find their mark before Chase whips Metamania to the far side of the ring. Metamania comes back out of the corner to the middle of the ring where Chase catches him and delivers a sidewalk slam right in the center of the ring. Chase holds up his arms and backs off of Metamania as the referee assigned to the contest begins the first ten count of the match.