The camera comes on as Insomnia comes on the air, but instead of inside the arena, we are inside an office. Shane West is sitting behind a desk, looking somewhat sad. He waits for the cheers to die, before finally speaking.
Shane: Good Evening AWA fans. I promise not to take up too much of your time. As of last week, Damien, attorney for Gerritt Van Der Krift, aka Goth, promised me that I would "have hell to pay". I want to take this time to send a message to Gerritt, and to Damien.
I have spent the entirety of my adult life in the wrestling industry. It wasn't just a job, it was a career. Once I was banned from competing inside the ring, I found a completely legitimite way to become a member of the industry behind the scenes as a member of the Board of Directors. Are Goth and I on the best terms? No-not at all. I don't like him, and he sure as hell doesn't like me. I tried to offer the olive branch, I tried to work with him in making the AWA the best company it could be, and he had no interest in doing so. He is now insistent on pressing litigation. Do you know what such litigation would do? Throw the AWA into chaos. It would send the company's stock into a nose dive. It would cost this company so much money that we may have to close the doors.
Shane sits stoicly for a moment while allowing this to sink in.
Shane: Yet they have the gall, they have the balls, to say that I don't care about this company. Nothing can be further from the truth. Goth built this company from the ground up, its true. I can not, nor will I ever, deny that. He made this company great, but sometimes, company's have to move on. This is one of those moments. He would rather destroy this company than allow me to be at the helm. So- after speaking with my attorneys, I have a solution to offer. Something that will not cost the AWA money, but may in fact earn it more money.
Wrestlequest, in 1 week, Shane West versus Goth, control of the AWA at stake.
You have always gloated that you have always beaten me. I won't deny it. While I've managed to get the upperhand a few times, any time we have stepped into the ring against one another, you have emerged victorious. Hell, my last AWA pinfall loss came against you, over 1 year ago. You're the last person who's ever pinned me. So, in all fairness, this is something that is in your favor.
So the question then becomes... why? Why would I do this? Whats my game, whats my scheme? Easy. A prolonged legal battle, as I've said, would cost no one other than the AWA, its competitors, and its fans. It is not in the best interest of the company at large, and regardless of what Gerritt and Damien have said about me- I love this company. I've bled for this company, I've gotten skin stapled into place for this company, and I have had C4 blow up in my face for this company. AWA is my home, and I will do anything to keep it running, and to keep it profitable.
So, while I have the legal right behind me. While Goth has no claim, and no real chance of winning a legal battle, I will forgo it. For the benefit of the company, its competitors and its fans. Wrestlequest, Shane West versus Goth, one on one, Standard rules, with everything on the line. You win Gerritt, and I step down, walk away, and am not heard from. I win- and you come back to work, but you work for me. And together, we make the AWA the best damn company the world has ever seen. You laid the foundation, and I would be a fool to dismiss that. Together, we can take the AWA to places its never been.
Consider my offer Gerrit.
The camera fades out from Shane West, and comes back to Tex and Duff at ringside.
Duff: Can you believe that!?
Tex: I really can't, Duff! Shane West is putting everything on the line, sacrificing his position in the company, putting everything at risk, for the good of the AWA!
Duff: Are you kidding me Tex? You bought that line of bull? Shane knows he can't beat Goth's lawyers, so is trying to weasel his way around the legal proceedings- unfortunately for him, he just offered to step into the ring with Goth, and as he said, Goth has ALWAYS beaten Shane West.
Tex: It will certainly be interesting, but the question is... what will Goth's response be?!
Fang vs. Crimson Lovecraft vs. Todd Hoaglin
Winner: Fang
The camera comes on inside the office of the AWA's new Chief Executive Officer, Shane West. He is sitting behind his desk, when Michael Andrew's enters. He has the International Championship over his shoulder, and Shane gives him a nod of greeting and motions for Andrew's to sit.
Shane: I'm sorry it came to this Michael, you are definitely one of the best competitors we have, and I hate stripping someone of a title. In this instance, however, my hands are tied. In the AWA By-laws, it is set up to prevent situations in which someone may hold two titles simultaneously. As a student of the sport, I'm sure you're aware of the incident in which Despayre was forced to give up the same title you hold now in order to be one half of the tag team champions.
Andrews: I am, yes. I understand the situation perfectly Mr. West, and no hard feelings. Its just business. But can I ask a favor?
Shane: Of course! What might that be?
Andrews: At Wrestlequest, when the International title is put on the line for a new champion to be crowned... make it a hell of a match.
Shane grins and nods, offering his hand for Andrew's to shake. Andrew lays the International Championship across Shane's desk, and stands, taking Shane's hand, and shakes it.
Shane: That is something I CAN do. I guarantee it. Good luck in your Universal title match at Wrestlequest.
Andrews leaves, with Shane staring down at the title belt on his desk. He looks pensive for a minute, pondering how to proceed forward, when the camera fades to black.
Scene cuts backstage to show “Devastator” Jason Perry dressed in his ring gear, speaking on his cellular phone.
Dev: Bob, this is Jason Perry… No, everything in the house is fine… Actually, there is something about the house I need to talk to you about… Got some good news recently… Alicia’s pregnant… Thank you… Anyway, I need to set up a nursery for the baby, and I was thinking of converting the media room… Yeah, and I’d need to get an addition built for the new media room… Well, get back to me with an estimate and we can get started on obtaining the permits we need… Talk to you later…
Jason ends his phone call as Foxxy Dreams walks up to him.
Foxxy: Jason! Haven’t had a chance to congratulate you and Alicia on your good news…. Is Alicia around?
Dev: No, she isn’t.
Foxxy: Because of all of that business with Blackheart? I can understand that. But tonight, you have to deal with Robbie McCleland, the reigning Television Champion.
Dev: The bastard Prince of Porn? That little Scottish shitstain beats the shit out of his old man and he thinks he’s a bigshot. Then he gets lucky and beats Thomas Evans after I spent the past couple of weeks pounding the Yorkshire pudding out of his sorry ass, so he thinks he’s the greatest thing walking the face of the earth. Tonight, Robbie is going get a wake-up call. I beat the shit out of his daddy, and I’m going to beat the shit out of him. Champion or not, he’s getting a world championship-caliber beatdown, and there isn’t a single, solitary thing he can do about it.
All of a sudden, Jason’s phone rings. He sees who is calling, and looks at Foxxy before answering it.
Dev: Gonna have to cut this short, Foxxy. Alicia’s calling…
Foxxy: No problem. Congratulate her for me, will you?
Dev: Will do.
Jason answers his phone and walks off to hold his conversation in private. Scene cuts back to ringside.
Devastator vs. Robbie McCleland
Stormy Canyon: The following contest is a non-title match, and is set for one fall.
The arena lights go out as the first chord of "Oh Hell Yeah" blares on the sound system. Red footlights light up as the second chord plays. Devastator makes his way on stage as the the opening guitar riff plays. He looks towards the ring and the house lights come back up and he makes his way towards the ring in time to the music. When he reaches the ring, Jason climbs to the apron, grabs the top rope, and vaults over into the ring. He rips his t-shirt off and tosses the remnants to the ringside attendant.
Stormy Canyon: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, he stands 6’7” and weighs in at 267 pounds, “The Walking Force of Nature,” “DEVASTATOR” JASON PERRY!!!
Tex: Well, it seems we have new music to usher in the Devastator. He’s the last person I’d expect to swap out his trademark entrance theme.
Duff: Who cares about that? Where is Alicia!?
The camera cuts to one of the skyboxes, where Alicia Perry stands, flanked by two large men in black suits. She looks out towards the ring, gives a shout of encouragement to her husband, and then the camera cuts back to the ring.
Tex: I guess she is here, after all.
Duff: What is she doing up there? And what’s with the Men in Black?
Tex: I knew she couldn’t stay away. This business means too much to her. That, my friend, is true dedication. No wonder Devastator married her.
The lights go down, and Summer Shudder by AFI starts to play, a spotlight shines on McCleland, he holds his arms up and blue and white fireworks shoot off in an X behind him. He takes his time with the fans, he's very nice, but inside the ring he is all business, he paces around, and once the bell goes off, it's all over
Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, from Edinburgh, Scotland, he stands 5’9” and weighs in at 145 pounds, he is the reigning AWA Television Champion, “The Scottish Sensation,” ROBBIE MCCLELAND!!!
Tex: Talk about a rough week for this kid. First, he finds out that the man that had raised him isn’t his father, and that he’s the son of a porn star. Now, he has to step into the ring with the man that has soundly defeated his father several times.
Duff: Isn’t Perry supposed to be a father now, too? Maybe he can ask Woodrum for parenting tips.
Tex: You’re kidding, right?
Duff: What? I’m just sayin’. The guy can use all the help he can get.
Tex: Ugh. Just watch the match.
Devastator watches as McCleland charges toward him like a rabid dog, and the big man from California just puts his hand out, laughing as McCleland starts swinging, Perry’s long arm preventing the Television Champion from connecting. Perry pulls his arm back, still with a vice-like grip on McCleland’s head, and shoves the champion across the ring.
Tex: So far, Devastator is dominating the Television Champion.
Duff: Well, what did you expect? Perry towers over the guy for starters, and weighs nearly twice what he does. Never mind that Perry has been wrestling since this kid was still being potty trained.
McCleland gets to his feet in the corner, climbing the turnbuckle. He reaches the top rope, then launches himself at Devastator with a missile dropkick. His feet connect with Perry’s head, staggering the big man but not knocking him down. Perry regains his footing while McCleland stands up. As Perry shakes off the cobwebs, McCleland sneaks around behind him, using the ropes to gain momentum as he blasts Devastator in the back of the knee with another dropkick. This sends Perry down to one knee.
Duff: That’s how you do it! When you’re dealing with a larger opponent, you gotta get them off their vertical base.
Tex: Yeah, a smart move by the Television Champion, but you and I both know that it takes a lot more than that to keep a man like Jason Perry down.
At that moment, McCleland runs the ropes again, hitting Perry with a Shining Wizard. This finally sends the massive Californian down, and McCleland wastes no time going for a pin attempt. He gets a count of one before Perry powers out, shoving McCleland off with enough force to momentarily send him a couple of feet into the air.
Tex: And Perry kicks out with authority! I told you it would take more than getting the big man off of his feet!
Duff: Can’t blame the kid for trying, though.
Devastator quickly rolls to his feet, just as McCleland makes an attempt at a calf kick. He blocks the move, absorbing the impact with his arms. McCleland hits the mat hard, grabbing his shoulder. Seeing this, Perry picks him up, pulling him into position for a double-underhook Powerbomb. He lifts McCleland up before dropping him to the ground like a rag doll. Perry then moves over to his legs and twists them into a Texas Cloverleaf. McCleland screams as Devastator pours on the pressure.
Tex: Perry is showing absolutely no mercy on this kid! I wouldn’t be surprised if he tapped out right now!
Duff: The referee needs to stop this match before Perry snaps that kid’s spine!
Tex: You and I both know that’s not going to happen.
Ending 1 - Devastator
After several agonizing seconds, Perry finally releases the hold, looking down at McCleland as he grabs his lower back. He pulls McCleland to his feet before slapping on a Dragon Sleeper. The referee checks to see if McCleland wants to submit, and gets an emphatic “NO!” from the Scottish Sensation. Perry then drops McCleland to the mat with a sickening inverted DDT.
Tex: And again, Perry is in complete control of this match.
Duff: Nothing builds momentum heading into the biggest pay-per-view of the year than a victory over a current champion. But the match isn’t over until the ref counts to three!
Tex: Thank you for the reminder, Captain Obvious!
Duff: Hey, I’m just sayin’… We all know how quickly a match can turn around.
Perry drops down for a cover, but McCleland somehow manages to kick out at the last second. Frustrated, he turns to argue with the referee, insisting that it was a three-count, but the referee repeats that it was only a two-count. An angry Devastator then turns around to find McCleland charging at him. Perry sidesteps, sending McCleland into the ropes. As the Scottish Sensation bounces back, Perry levels him with a decapitating clothesline that sends McCleland into a midair spin before landing face-first onto the mat.
Tex: That clothesline came straight out of HELL!
Duff: I’m surprised McCleland’s head is still attached to his body! That was SICK!
Again, Perry floats down for the cover, but McCleland manages to get his foot on the ropes. The referee sees this, stopping the count at two. This adds more fuel to Perry’s fire, and he signals to the crowd that he’s through playing around. At that moment, the camera cuts away to the skybox where Mrs. Perry is sitting. She stands up, sliding her thumb across her neck with a sly smile on her face. The camera then cuts back to the ring, as Devastator pulls McCleland up and into position…
Tex: I think Perry’s going to put an end to this match VERY shortly.
Duff: I think you’re right. It looks like he’s setting McCleland up for…
Perry hoists McCleland up, bouncing him off of the top rope and into his patented finishing hold, a slingshot suplex/brainbuster combination.
Tex: There it is! TOTAL DEVASTATION! This match is over!
Perry floats down for the cover and the referee drops down for the count.
Ref: ONE…TWO…THREE!
The referee calls for the bell, signaling the end of the match. Stormy Canyon makes the announcement as the referee raises Perry’s arm.
Stormy Canyon: Here is your winner, “The Walking Force of Nature,” JASON “DEVASTATOR” PERRY!!!
“Oh Hell Yeah” begins to play over the sound system as Perry celebrates his victory in the ring. He points up, presumably towards one of the skyboxes, before flipping backwards over the top rope to exit the ring.
Winner: Devastator
The scene cuts to the backstage area, where Sergio Cueva is standing outside his dressing room in his ring gear, his cell phone in his hand.
Sergio: Yeah, Dad. They’re up there with her now… No, she wasn’t too thrilled, but she knows it’s for her own good… Dad, she gets it from you!
Sergio glances over to see Page Harris walking toward him. He rolls his eyes.
Sergio: Um, Dad, I need to go. I’ll call you once we’re out of here… All right, bye.
He hangs up his cell phone and puts it on a table just inside his dressing room door.
Sergio: What is it, Page?
Harris: Don’t mind me. I just wanted to get your thoughts about your match against Blackheart.
A sneer creeps across Sergio’s face as he hears her mention the name of his opponent.
Sergio: I thought I’d never come across someone that was a bigger asshole than “Twisted” Lethal Steele, but I guess I was wrong. This guy makes Steele look like Mister Rogers. It doesn’t really matter though. Anyone that has to brag about how evil they supposedly are is really more bark than bite. Still, after everything he’s said about my family, especially my sister, I can’t let that slide. I’m gonna go in there and kick the ever-loving shit out of that son of a bitch. Once I get through with him, he’s going to wish he never messed with my family.
Harris: Where is your sister, anyway? Isn’t she usually here with you and Jason?
Sergio: My sister’s whereabouts are none of your business, all right? She’s not here, but she’s somewhere in this building. That’s all you need to know. And you know damn well why she isn’t backstage. In your case, you should be glad she isn’t. I’d hate to think how she’d react if she saw you here. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an ass to kick…
Sergio shuts his dressing room door and starts to walk away.
Harris: Good luck!
Sergio doesn’t turn around, but gives a rather dismissive wave as the scene ends.
Sergio vs. Blackheart
Stormy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Hardcore Match!! Before I introduce you to the opponents let me introduce you first to the special guest referee!!!
The beginning of Not Again starts to play over the loud speakers of the arena as the lights dim down to a soothing level. Attention is drawn to the Tron and you can see smoky light start to build up and then the guitar rif hits hard and there is an explosion of strobe lights and pyrotechnics along the ramp and on top as Michael comes into view. He is wearing a referee shirt, and tight pants. He has a smile on his face and a look of aw as he looks out to the crowd holding one arm up high. He starts to walk forward as the music slows down again and holds both of his harms out wide mouthing the words, “ I made it! And so can You!” He slaps hands with the audience as he makes his way down the ramp and to the ring. When he gets to the edge of the ring apron he looks left then right and then leaps up to the ring as the hard rock hits again. He uses the top rope and then springboards into the ring doing a corkscrew flip and lands with a bow. The crowd goes nuts and he makes his rounds through the ring stepping up on the turnbuckles to shout out to the crowd. He nods to Stormy to continue
Stormy: The special referee!!! Michael Andrews!!!
Andrews starts to wave his hand to the people as we hear the music from the first contestant
Stormy: The first wrestler to come down the aisle, stands in at 6’5 and weighs in at 290 pounds!! Hailing from Long Beach, California!!!! Sergio!!!
“You’ve Got Another Thing Coming” begins to play through the sound system as orange lights illuminate the stage. During the opening guitar riff, Sergio makes his way to the stage. He pauses, looks around at the crowd, then Sergio slowly raises his arms until they’re even with his shoulders. He then make his way to the ring. Once he gets to the ring, the lights begin to alternate between orange and red. He climbs onto the apron, steps through the ropes, climbs onto the second turnbuckle, sticks his arms out again, then lowers them as he slaps his right hand on his chest. Sergio takes off his tank top and throws it out of the ring, then jumps down from the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.
Stormy: And his opponent!! Standing in at 7’1 and weighing in at 333 pounds!! Hailing from unknown parts of New Jersey!!! The Devil!!! Blackheart!!!
The lights in the stadium turn off as the dark ominous beginning music for 'Fundamentum' begins the theme song of the wrestler about to appear. As the bells start to sound in the song the lights in the stadium flash with each chime first there is no one there. Then the giant 6 ft 10 in hooded figure appears to the shock of the audience for he was not there before. The chanting and music plays as the giant man known as Blackheart heads to the ring calmly with purpose. The fans boo him, but not loudly when he passes by them heading to the ring where he will face his next opponent. Stormy Canyon, the no nonsense ring announcer, has to catch her composure before speaking even in her voice it sounds like fear.
Stormy Canyon: Coming to the ring from Unknown parts of New Jersey. Weighing in at 333 lbs. Standing at 7ft 1inch: "The Devil" BLACKHEART!
Distain is on his face as he removes his hood towards his opponent and the crowd. Blackheart tosses his leather cloak to the side even turning his back at his opponent for he is not worried or concerned about who he is facing. With his strange blue grey eyes, he stares at his opponent, a new victim that he is ready to destroy. For he enjoys what he does and Blackheart knows there is nothing his opponent can do to stop what will be happening to him.
Tex: I’m looking forward to this one, after the attack from last week. The things that Blackheart has said in recent weeks!! And the fact that everyone can do whatever they want!!!
Duff: HERE WE GO!!!
Sergio charges in on the big monster with full speed ahead. Driving big blows to the chest of the monster, who is seemingly unimpressed by it all and after a few blows to the head kicks Sergio in the midsection. He then drops him to the floor with holding on to his head and a big time kick to the jaw. Blackheart grabs Sergio by the arm and lifts him up before dropping him with a big time headbutt. Blackheart seems to be enjoying it as he grabs Sergio by the head and starts to lock him in a big time Camel Clutch as he sits down on the lower back of the former International champion and chokes him out. Andrews can only look on and check if Sergio wants to give up
Duff: I’m also wondering what is going through Andrews mind? He should as hell not like the big guy, but Sergio is also an opponent at the PPV!!! Who knows, he may allow him to get hurt for a bit!!!
Blackheart suddenly lets go and starts to beat down on the bald head of Sergio. He then follows it up with a big time claw on the face as he slowly pulls him up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Where we can see Sergio slide through the ropes and land hard on the outside. Blackheart follows him to the outside where he grabs a chair, he sizes Sergio up as he wants to blast him across the back with it. But he gets surprised as Sergio suddenly charges in on him. This sends them both into the security railing, where Blackheart has hit his lower back against. Sergio drives several more shoulders into the midsection before turning his attention to the head of the big monster. He delivers several hard punches to the face before kicking him in the midsection and executing a leg drop on the concrete floor
Tex: WOW!!!
Sergio grabs the chair that was originally brought in the match by Blackheart and drives it in the midsection of the big man. Who then gets slammed in the back, because of the impact of the blow causing him to drop forwards on the ground. Sergio then drops the chair and grabs the big man by the head and pulls him towards the chair. He sets him up for a Piledriver on the chair on the concrete floor
Duff: NO WAY!!!
Tex: Can he get him up?? He’s too big!!
Sergio tries to lift the monster, but the size and weight is too much. He tries it again and again he fails, the third time he gets countered by a back body drop from Blackheart. This causes Sergio to land on his back on the Spanish announce table. Andrews rolls out of the ring and checks on Sergio, but gets spinned around by the monster as he tells him to shove it. Blackheart starts to deliver several big time blows to the skull of Sergio, before dropping him face first onto the table.
Tex: It’s amazing that the table didn’t break under that weight of Sergio!!!
We suddenly see Blackheart climb the ring apron and he gets to the corner where he seizes up Sergio as the crowd is holding it’s breath
Duff: This is sickening… I think I’ll be loving this!!!
Suddenly Blackheart walks to the middle of the ring and then jumps off with a legdrop. Aiming for the former International champion, but Sergio rolls out of the way at the final moment. Causing Blackheart to crash through the table and lands in a painful way. Both men are out as Andrews checks on Sergio and then Blackheart as the fans are starting a holy shit chant. The split screen shows up and shows how Blackheart went for the kill, but missing Sergio with a blink of an eye. Sergio is slowly getting to his feet, we can see his face busted open because of the assault he had to endure earlier on when being slammed face first into the announce table. He grabs a broken monitor and blasts it across the face of the giant before looking at the face what now also is busted wide open. He then grabs the leg and starts to kick it with authority, before dropping it hard on the floor as if he delivered a DDT. He gets up and starts to kick at the bad wheel once more before suddenly getting surprised by the giant as he kicks him into the steel ring post
Tex: This match goes up and down!!! Who will win this one!!!
Slowly the big monster gets to his feet, showing anger and pain on his face as he holds on to the security railing for a few moments to get his balance back. He then turns towards Sergio, he palms his head and shoves it into the steel ring post. Pushing against it with all of his might before delivering a hard slap across the chest. This causes Sergio to drop on the concrete floor as Blackheart slowly stumbles towards the middle of the ring and looks underneath it and finds….
Duff: That’s…. it can’t be… it’s the…. KITCHEN SINK!!!!
A kitchen sink can be seen underneath the ring, the big monster throws it in the ring as he stumbles back to Sergio. Michael Andrews looks on as he is unsure about the kitchen sink and pushes it to the corner of the ring
Duff: What is Andrews doing? He can’t participate in the match!!! He just needs to count to three!!!
The lights go dark as "Some Chords" by Deadmau5 hits the speakers. The crowd starts cheering as they await the arrival of Die Hard. The lights come back on and He is in the ring standing across from Michael Andrews. Sergio is still in the grip from Blackheart is on the right of him. All four men are in the ring as Andrews and Blackheart are sizing up Die Hard, while Sergio struggles with the grip of the big man.