The crowd seems a bit restless as the camera pans around the arena showing the fans in attendance at the Oracle Arena. All of a sudden, “Seek and Destroy” hit’s the PA, as John Irons walks out from the back. The crowd begins going wild, cheering for the man bringing balance to the AWA. He doesn’t seem too happy as he walks immediately down to the ring, and asks for a mic.

Tex: It looks as if Irons has something important to say.

Duff: He looks pissed off.

Irons: I’m gonna keep this short and sweet as possible, seeing as how some people just can’t keep their mouths shut. First and foremost, The Rebellion isn’t going away anytime soon. Canis, Metamania, Chris Shipman Ronin and I will make sure of that. Secondly, there is a little thorn in my side and has been there ever since he came into my company here. He seems to think that I somehow rig matches for him to lose, that I’m out to get him, that he’s going to be able to do something to me because he thinks he can.

Duff: It sounds like my ex wife.

Tex: Will you shut it so we can hear the man speak?

Irons: Has it never occurred to this particular individual that I would have nothing more to do with my time than to plot against just you? Jesus Christ on a pogo stick son! You got me figured out! I mean wow! Of all the people I could be plotting against, you know, like the Universal Champion, or even The Family? Or what about GOTH?

Tex: He has a point. He could be up to no good with other people.

Duff: Yeah, like why would he waste his time on anyone else?

Irons: But no you seem to think that I’m out to get you at any and all costs. So I’m here to tell you that you’ve been dead wrong. You want to complain about getting screwed? You want to complain that Big Bad Casey got a fast count over you? Hell you even got your lackey’s telling you a line a bull that’s ten miles long. Brother, the reason why you lost to Big Bad Casey isn’t because of some screw job. It ain’t because the referee’s did a fast count and we can prove that to you right here and now.

The Titantron comes to live as it shows last week’s footage of Monday Night Insomnia, specifically at the end of the triple threat match.

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!!!

Irons: Now you see here CLEARLY that Big Bad Casey was the victor in the match. He got a CLEAN victory over Bael and Jason Stevens, in accordance to AWA rules and regulations. So for it to be said that the two persons that lost, was due to a fast count, or a screw job is clearly out of the question. Plain and simply: Big Bad Casey beat the both of you because he was the better man that night. Now that the trash has been taken out of the way, let us get on with our lives and have a hell of a show tonight here in Oakland!

Duff: I guess the Big Boss is right. There is no need for any more accusations. Now where is my beer!?

Tex: Always about your damn beer! At least John Irons has the audacity and the courage to strike down outrageous claims made by others! The man IS bringing balance back to the AWA! The crowd begins to cheer wildly, for the mention of their hometown, and for the man bringing balance to the AWA. John lets them have a moment before he continues.

Irons: Now as far as other accusations coming in from The Family, we are gathering concrete evidence regarding payoffs, and The Family’s involvement with dirty deeds. We have a very reliable source that says The Family isn’t as innocent as they say they are, and are in fact GUILTY as I charged them. More details are to follow as we get more developments, but I can tell you that Goth is cooperating in this investigation. Now let’s get this show started! Sister Stormy, the floor is yours!

The camera cuts backstage as a female backstage worker yells out in fear. The cameraman rushes around the corner, nearly bumping into the woman as he turns to notice The Rebellion's locker room door covered in blood with a note attached.

Tex: Oh my god! This war is getting out of control Duff! Do you see what that blood says? What the hell is Livor?!

Duff: I have no idea. Either someone doesn't know how to spell liver or it's some different language. If I was bilingual, do you think I'd be stuck here with you every week?

The female worker now reaches out, grabbing the note, opening it up to where the camera can see it.

Fools of The Rebellion,

You stole the life of my wife when she had nothing to do with this... Retribution awaits each of you and the crime committed against Lorry will seem like child's play compared to what I leave in my wake. Consider this your only warning.

Signed Vengefully, The Dark Angel

The shot returns to ringside, where suddenly the AWA Universal Champion, Marissa Swanson comes out from the backstage area with the title belt slung over her left shoulder. Hollers and cat calls immediately come from the males in the crowd as the females boo. Marissa pays attention to none of it as she makes her way down the wrestler rampway.

Tex: It looks like we’re starting things out here tonight with our Universal Champion. And oddly enough, she does not come out with all the fanfare of her entrance music. From the look about her, she means business this time.

Duff: Don’t question her motives for coming out here, Tex. She’s more than welcome to do anything she wants. She’s THE AWA Universal Champion. You should be happy that you’re even in her presence!

Marissa stops right in front of the ring and places the AWA Universal Championship into the ring. She then reaches down and some of the males close enough yelp with glee as they get a very good view of her legs and derriere. Marissa pulls up the ring skirt and slowly drags out a pretty long silver ladder. Using a bit of muscle, she slides that into the ring too and then slides in herself. Marissa unfolds the ladder and sets it right dead center in the middle of the ring, with the rungs closest to the wrestler rampway.

Tex: I don’t know what to make of this…

Duff: At least it’s dawning on one of us anyway… How quickly you’ve forgotten that next week at Full Throttle, Marissa takes on…gag, Metamania…for the Universal Title…in a LADDER MATCH! I guess Goth had a good reason for making this match to begin with and I’m assuming it’s because he hopes that Marissa finally puts Metamania out to pasture…FOR GOOD!

Tex: No matter what kind of match it is Duff, Metamania’s going to come out swinging at Marissa. He wants that championship. He feels that he needs that championship if Rebellion is going to take over the AWA.

Duff: Something that they will NOT be doing!

Marissa has taken this time to climb up to the top of the ladder. As soon as she reaches the top she sits down and faces the stage, not even looking at the people at this point. To her they might not even exist. The males don’t know what to make of this appearance from the AWA Universal Champion thus far but all the females are booing her until they’re hoarse. When the booing simmers, we hear Stormy Canyon’s voice from ringside.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, your AWA Universal Champion, Marissa Swanson!

A few more boos emanate from the females before Marissa now begins to get into the reason for why she’s in the ring on top of a pretty tall ladder.

Marissa: As everybody knows, next Sunday at Full Throttle, I put the AWA Universal Championship on the line against…ugh, I can’t even say his name. I feel like I might catch some sort of viral bug if I say his name and all you people hoot and holler for your masked “hero”.

She holds up her fingers and makes quotation symbols in the air with them as the AWA Universal Championship rests in her lap. Meanwhile the females of course have begun the boo-birds yet again, only this time short-lived as the champion motors onward.

Marissa: So instead, what I’m gonna do, and I know this will shock you all. I’m going to invite him out here for a little “on top of the ladder chat”. I won’t strike him and you back there, you won’t strike me. The Family won’t come out here either. It’ll be just a one on one chat between you and me. Besides you’ve already made it plainly obvious that you’re obsessed with me. I’m giving you that chance now to be really close up with me. That and I’m giving you this chance to talk since I know that you’re desperate to get your words out in front of your people as you call them. I’m not doing this not for my own sake. I’m doing it for yours…Metamania.

She finally says the name of her Full Throttle opponent, but in a disgusted not so nice tone.

Marissa: I’ll wait right here until you come out.

Marissa faces the stage, not budging an inch from the top of the ladder. Finally after a few moments of the females just booing and booing, hoping to God that Metamania shows his face to shut Marissa up. Yet he doesn’t come out from the back. His music doesn’t play and finally Marissa interrupts the scene.

Marissa: Alright, I get it Metamania. I have to turn my back to the stage. I have to ask the technicians to turn the lights off so you can attack me from behind just like you did to Bulldog. Tech guys, drop the lights!

The lights dim all the way to black as Marissa turns her back to the wrestler rampway, but everyone still hears nothing. The lights come back on in about 15 seconds and only Marissa remains in the ring, still atop the ladder.Marissa: Well I know that you’re here tonight Metamania as you’ll be in action in the main event. It’s fine though that you don’t seem to want to take advantage of this opportunity. I know you have much to vent about and much to preach about. Knowing you though, you’ll just pull aside Jade Green or one of the AWA interviewing bimbos in the back to make your thoughts known, instead of you know, doing it right in my face! Of course that is after throwing Fang through yet another window and cursing at him like a raved lunatic again…

But that’s obviously the kind of putrid parasite you are though. You feel that you’re the only human being that matters, when in reality you DON’T matter. You’re the one that’s the leech here Metamania. And you’re the one that won’t mean anything to these amoebas once you retire and leave the wrestling business for good. It’s sad really. You could have come out here Metamania and made an impact by really letting me have it, but now that chance is gone, just like your chance of one last time becoming the AWA Universal Champion will be gone at Full Throttle. It’s next Sunday that I’m going to climb this same ladder rung by rung all the way to the top. Now if you choose to join me then, that’s fine too. But even if you get to the top of it, you’ll be knocked down before you’re able to claim what you’re so desperate for. You’ll take the plunge through the air and your body will splat onto the mat below. I’ll unhook and retain the AWA Universal Title, Metamania. And when I do, you’ll be forced to realize, as well as all of the rest of Rebellion and my other hating critics, that I’m the real deal; that I’m THE Main Character. Meanwhile you Metamania, you’ll be on your final Swan Dive towards retiring. Which means for me Metamania that I’ll remain on top. The Family will remain on top…and thanks to me and the rest of the Family, the AWA will become THE main focus of the world’s wrestling community.

The crowd can’t boo at that, not even the females. They all hold still in their seats as one last camera shot is shown of the empty stage. Marissa just smiles in the ring atop the ladder before she finally begins to climb down. Once she’s touched the wrestling mat, she walks underneath the ladder showing that she’s not afraid of superstition or anything of the like. Marissa then finally slides out of the ring with her gold in hand and just nods, looking back up at the ladder.

Tex: Even though she made no comments towards her scheduled opponent tonight here, I’m impressed for once. Very powerful and meaningful words from our Universal Champion. Perhaps I’m wrong about her a little bit…

Duff: Only perhaps?! Tex, you ARE wrong about her! Marissa showed right there that she’s the bigger person, while Metamania, well, showed that he was a coward. That’s something that we already know.

Tex: Oh please…

Marissa Swanson gets halfway up the wrestler ramp and turns back getting one last look at the ladder. Her eyes tell the story as does the cunning look on her face as she now makes her way back to the backstage area as the scene fades on the ladder that’s still open in the center of the ring.

Vs.

The scene cuts to the center of the ring, where Stormy stands with a microphone in hand, ready to announce the first match.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match falls under Standard Rules and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…standing 6’5” and weighing in at 255lbs and hailing from the very Depths of Hell…he is Satin’s Spawn…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.

Tex: The young newcomer is looking to finally break his losing streak after another devastating loss at the hands of Big Bad Casey in that Triple Threat Match last week.

Duff: Yeah, but I think he’s going to have his hands full tonight.

Stormy: And his opponent…standing 6’6”, weighing in at 248lbs and hailing from Elis, New York…Hank Henry III!!!

Hank Henry comes out with his limping manager Chaplin Graves, they discuss the pros and cons of the upcoming match, Chaplin plays to the crowd as Hank gets in the ring.

Tex: Hank Henry’s making his return to the ring tonight after a brief absence, presumably to work out some personal issues so that he can start making a bigger impact in the AWA.

Duff: Well we’re about to find out if any of that soul-searching paid off.

Referee Long calls for the bell and the match begins.
The two men begin to circle the ring, staring each other down, their fingers twitching as they each look for an opening. They lock up in the center of the ring, twisting and grunting as they vie for position. The crowd cheers wildly as Hank finally gets the upper hand, trapping Bael in a Side Headlock.

Tex: The crowd happy that Hank’s trying to take control of this one early. They really hate this Bael guy, huh?

Duff: Gee, Tex, what gave you that idea?

Tex: Nevermind. Watch him squirm! There’s nowhere for him to go!

Inside the ring, Hank clamps down on the hold, putting Bael on one knee. Bael gains his feet slowly, trying desperately to break Hank’s grip. He staggers back toward the ropes, leaning on them for leverage and launching Hank across the ring. The crowd erupts with a loud, “Ooh,” as Bael follows it up with a Lariat that knocks Hank to the canvas.

Duff: Now Bael’s trying to take charge!

Tex: Yeah, but the match is just starting, Duff. Don’t count Hank out yet.

Bael moves over to Hank’s prone body, connecting with an Elbow Drop. Hank convulses as the point of Bael’s elbow caves in his sternum. The crowd boos loudly as Bael hoists Hank to his feet, setting him up for a Suplex. Hank kicks wildly as his feet leave the mat, regaining his balance and planting Bael with a Suplex of his own as the crowd goes nuts!

Tex: Hell yeah! Can I call ‘em, or what?

Duff: Yeah, yeah. You’re a genius.

Hank grabs Bael by the back of his head, dragging him to his feet. He whips Bael into the ropes, meeting him in the middle of the ring with a kick to the gut before planting him with a DDT! Hank rolls Bael over and quickly goes for the pin as Referee Long counts.
1…2…Bael gets his shoulder up!
Hank gets to his feet and starts pacing the ring as he hurls insults at the newcomer. Bael slowly gains his feet, yelling his own curses at Hank. The young man sprints across the ring, intent on impaling Hank with a Spear! Hank sidesteps the attack easily and Bael collides hard with the steel corner post.

Tex: Damn! I heard that all the way up here!

Duff: That was definitely not Bael’s brightest idea.

Hank moves over and grabs Bael by his hair, ramming his head into the turnbuckle as the crowd chants along.
1…2…3…4…5…6…7…
Bael breaks the attack with an elbow to Hank’s midsection. He turns around and rocks Hank with a series of right hands, sending Hank into the ropes and dropping him with a Spinning Heel Kick!

Duff: A nice display of offense right there!

Hank rolls out of the ring to gain some time. Chaplin goes over to check on him as Referee Long starts to count.
1…2…3…
Hank is bent over, trying to catch his breath, yelling at Chaplin to hand him the fork.
4…5…6…
Chaplin shakes his head and yells at Hank to get in the ring, that the referee is watching and will call for the bell.
7…8…

Tex: He needs to quit screwing around before he gets counted out!

Hank finally gives up and slides back into the ring, rolling to avoid a stomp from Bael. He kicks the younger man’s feet out from under him, hooking his legs and rolling Bael up in a School Boy. Referee Long goes for the count.
1…2…Bael kicks Hank away from him!

Duff: He barely got out of that one!

Hank jumps to his feet, wasting no time as he runs over and hammers Bael with right hands as the newcomer tries to stand, finally dropping to the mat.
Hank picks Bael up and drags him to the corner, giving him another right hand for good measure as he hooks Bael’s legs in the ropes.

Tex: Hank’s had enough! He’s got Bael set up for the Care Bear Stare!

The crowd goes insane as Hank points his finger at Bael, taking off from across the ring at a full sprint!

Tex: Here it comes!

At the last possible moment, Bael wriggles free of the ropes and rolls out of the way as Hank collides with the turnbuckle, enticing a loud, “Oh!” from the crowd. Bael is already behind Hank as he staggers back, hooking his head and driving it down hard with an Inverse DDT!

Duff: Bael just narrowly avoided another devastating loss!

Both men lie in the center of the ring, breathing heavily. Neither of them are making any attempt to get up, so Referee Long begins the Standing Ten Count.
1…2…
Bael stirs first, rolling onto his stomach and crawling over to grab the bottom rope.
3…4…
Bael is on his knees now, leaning on the second rope, trying to catch his breath as Hank finally begins to push himself off of the mat.
5…6…7…

Duff: Somebody better get it together!

Hank gets to his feet first, maneuvering over toward Bael, looking to get his hands on him. With a loud grunt, thrusts his elbow into Hank’s face, sending him to the mat once more! Bael plants his feet on the middle rope, launching himself into the air and connecting with a brutal Moonsault! The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as Bael scrambles over to go for the pin.
1…2…Hank gets a shoulder up in the nick of time!
Bael slowly gets to his feet, shaking his head in disbelief. He grabs Hank by the ankles, dragging him to the middle of the ring. He yells at the crowd as he wraps Hank’s legs around his own, dropping and locking down a Figure Four Leglock! Hank writhes on the mat in pain, and Referee Long drops to his knees in front of Hank, asking if he submits. Hank shakes his head furiously. He shouts in pain as he tries to maneuver toward the ropes. Bael clamps down harder, stopping Hank in his tracks. By now, chants of, “Henry! Henry!” are erupting from the crowd. He tries again to get closer to the ropes, only to be shut off by Bael. With an agonizing cry, Hank begins rocking back and forth on the canvas.

Duff: I’ll be damned! Is this real wrestling we’re seeing from Hank? He’s trying to reverse it!

In the ring, Hank is on his side now, bringing Bael with him. Hank’s entire body is shaking with effort as he tries to roll Bael over. A painful grimace starts to show on Bael’s face as Hank begins to overpower him. The crowd goes insane as Hank finally completes the reversal, locking down on Bael’s legs as hard as he can.

Tex: The son of a bitch actually did it!

The referee is now in Bael’s face, watching for a submission. He shouts in pain, beginning to crawl toward the ropes. After only a foot, he drops again.

Duff: If Hank can just hold it a little longer…

Bael gives one final shout and scrambles toward the ropes, finally grabbing the bottom rope with his hand to the loud disapproval of the fans. Referee Long moves in to separate the men, and Hank releases the hold reluctantly.
Hank gets to his feet first, grabbing Bael and beginning to hoist him up, only to be met with a low blow! Hank doubles over as Bael gets to his feet. He pummels Hank with a right hand and the two start trading blows in the center of the ring. The crowd cheers wildly as Hank rocks Bael with a left hand, causing him to stagger back toward the ropes.

HANK VICTORY IS AS FOLLOWS Hank grabs Bael and whips him into the ropes, meeting him in the center of the ring and nailing The Proletariat Lariat!!! The fans erupt as Referee Long hits the mat to make the count.
1…2…3!!!
“Rolling” by Soul Coughing plays over the PA system as Referee Long calls for the bell, holding Hank Henry’s hand up in victory.

Stormy: Here is your winner by pinfall…HANK HEEEEEEEEENRY!!!

Tex: What a helluva a way to start off Insomnia!

Duff: Hank Henry made quick work of Bael here tonight.

Hank makes his way up the entrance ramp to the backstage area in a shower of cheers as a medical technician comes down to the ring to check on Bael.

Tex: So do you think he found himself wherever the hell he was?

The scene fades to a commercial break as the camera shows Duff glaring at Tex.

Winner:

TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS by Bachman Turner Overdrive hits the speakers in the Oracle Arena and Bill Barnhart comes out from the backstage area and walks down to the ring. He steps into the ring. He lifts the mic to his mouth and begins making comments on the recent events where people have been getting attacked.

BULLDOG BILL: You know what? It's nice to be home in Oakland, California! I know you idolize me because I am your hometown hero. I mean, what else in sports do you have in the area to cheer for? The Oakland Athletics? The Raiders? The 49'ers? The Giants? It's nice to be the sports king of the Bay Area! Although I was surprised that John Irons was the chicken behind the attacks recently, I was even more surprised to find out that Canis and Metamania were also associated with John Irons in these attacks. It doesn’t surprise me that Ronin and Chris Shipman were involved because they are both buttheads anyway. So here is the bottom line people. I already had my Grudge Matches with Metamania, John Irons, and Chris Shipman, so I now issue an open challenge to Canis and Ronin, who are the two Rebellion Stable members who remain for me to take care of. Come on you two get your sorry butts into the wrestling ring with me. Any time…any day…any type of match…any stipulations…just get into the ring and take your beating like a man! Goth has offered me a significant bonus for each one of you I take out so I have additional motivation on top of revenge for what you have done to my friends in my Stable. Got the message? Good! Now get into Goth’s office and sign a contract to meet me if you think your cajones are big enough to get the job done against me! But just remember that this BULLDOG is the top dog in this dog fight so be ready to feel my wrath!

Barnhart drops the mic to the mat. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnart, with some cheering him as a hometown Oakland boy, but the other fans don't like him because he IS from Oakland and he is associated with The Family Stable which seems to present bad values. Bill heads towards the ropes to make his way to the back. Before he can step through the ropes, however, "Animal" breaks the silence across the PA system and the crowd erupt as the General Manager steps out onto the stage looking none too pleased with Bill Barnhart, yet still managing to sport a sly grin across his face. The fans quiet down and begin to murmur as they see Canis. He has a mic in his hand and signals for the music to cut

Canis: ..... WAHH!... WAHH!!!... WAHHHH!!!!! Bill Barnhart, for the most senior member of the Asylum's roster... You are without a doubt the biggest, whining cry baby i've ever come across!

Barnhart starts yelling up at Canis as the crowd yells support and hatred toward both of them.

Canis: It seems that what you are yet to understand, Bill, is that things are a-changing around here. Why it's taken you so long to understand this, i'm not so sure. Everyone else seems to have picked up on it pretty damn quickly, but here you are.. rambling on, sounding like some Grandpa in a retirement home going on about "How things were back in my day"... well, i got a little tired back there of hearing it. And what a surprise to hear you so openly admit what I have been saying since I returned nearly two months ago. I never thought I would hear the day where a member of The Family brazenly admitted in front of the entire watching world that Goth is paying the Family members off to do his bidding. Nice one, chump..

The crowd quiets down as they ponder the comments that General Manager Canis just made.

Canis: And what's more apparent is the lack of dignity and pride that you have continuously shown since you became Goth's lapdog. Anybody else, when faced with such accusations of bribery, money-laundering, match-rigging and so on - the kind of stuff Irons brought to my attention recently - would hold their hands up and do the decent thing... but no. Bill Barnhart had to have the shit kicked out of him week.. after week.. after week until he would finally come out here and let us all know just how the head of this company works. Well, now the cat's out of the bag... lets put the dog back in his kennel. This open challenge of yours....... let me be the first to take you up on it.

Duff: What?!

The capacity crowd go nuts as Canis announces his intention to fight the Bulldog, as Bill himself at first looks surprised, then completely up for it. He starts calling Canis to the ring to go at it right now but is left disappointed.

Canis: Woah, woah!!!... Down boy... i haven't got my clearance just yet. And i'm not stupid enough to risk my long-term mobility just for the pleasure of kicking your ass all over San Diego. Yeah, you heard me right.. Lets go at it Full Throttle on March 21st in the San Diego Sports Arena!

Again, the fans break into a massive cheer of approval as Canis grins at Barnhart, who can't seem to wait.

Canis: I figure i'm gonna need some sort of challenge to shake off the ring rust before i take on your Pimp Daddy... So, you got your time and place.. now hear your stipulations...

Canis versus Bill Barnhart... Hell.. In a Cell...

Tex: Cover your ears.. this place is gonna explode!

Pandamonium breaks out across the arena as Canis drops the mic to the steel floor and flips off the Bulldog whilst "Animal" breaks back in over the arena speakers. Barnhart nods in acceptance of the match and continues to mouth off as we cut to a commercial, the two staring each other down.

Vs.

The lights dim as the first notes of Raining Blood begin to echo through the arena. Out steps Frankie Everheart with a wide grin on his face. He taunts to the crowd before running down to the ring. He doesn’t miss a beat as he slides under the ring. Once inside, he runs to the furthest turnbuckle and climbs it. He does a very high backflip into the center of the ring. The lights then return to normal as Stormy Canyon introduces him.

Stormy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, hailing from Miami, Florida……FRANKIE EVERHEART!

And his opponent, hailing from Toronto, Alberta, Canada, MODO!!!!

The arena strobe lights span the crowd in attendance as "BYOB" hits the speakers. the lights flicker on and off as Modo is caught by the cameras...he is a top the rafters among his fans. he descends down through the crowd as all the people cheer him on and clap his back. Modo looks directly for the ring and charges into it wanting to get the match on right away.

Tex: And the match has officially started! Both men are hammering away at each other, both seemingly evenly matched.

Duff: But not for long! Modo is on top of his game tonight, as he keeps striking Frankie with several hard right hooks.

From out of nowhere, Modo grabs the smaller Everheart in a belly to belly suplex, hitting one after another after another, in a total succession of three. Everheart gets up slowly as Modo is standing there waiting for him. Modo then hits Frankie with his own finisher, the Way to Dawn!

Tex: Good Lord! He’s using Frankie’s finisher on him!

Duff: And Frankie is kneed in the jaw, and is down for the count! But Modo isn’t covering!

Tex: And what's next?

Duff: He's going for a submission hold

Modo locks in a Dragon sleeper as the referee raises the arm of Frankie three times before calling for the bell as Frankie is really out of it.

Stormy: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, VIA SUBMISSION…………..MODO!

The crowd begins to cheer wildly as the scene cuts.

Winner:

We are backstage with Asylum Wrestling Alliance Interviewer, Page Harris, as she talks with Bill Barnhart shortly before he has to travel to the Oakland Airport for the Triple Threat Last Man Standing match on a Boeing 747 airplane against Big Bad Casey and Dmitri.

PAGE HARRIS: Bill, before you take off to the Oakland Airport do you have anything to say to Dmitri and Casey concerning your Last Man Standing match on the Boeing 747?

BULLDOG BILL: Although the official record shows me with a 2-1 record against Dmitri here in Asylum Wrestling Alliance, his second win over me was due to Toxic Angel interfering in the match which allowed Dmitri to win. In my mind I am 1-1-1 with Dmitri and I plan on breaking that tie tonight. As far as Big Bad Casey goes I have already defeated him in a Pinfalls Count Anywhere match here in Asylum Wrestling Alliance so I am sure I can take care of him too. Page, I am like the Undertaker at Wrestlemania. He has never lost at Wrestlemania and I have never lost wrestling in my home area of the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Area. That’s it Page. The car is here to take me to the Oakland Airport so I need to get going.

PAGE HARRIS: There you have it…a very confident Bill Barnhart going into this match in the San Francisco-Oakland Bay Area having never lost in his home area. Back to you Tex and Duff.

We switch back to Tex and Duff at ringside as they get ready to call the next match.

TEX: Barnhart is very confident going into this Triple Threat match on the plane Duff. I would imagine the only thing he would have to watch out for is Big Bad Casey slipping and falling on top of him.

DUFF: Oh, so funny Tex! Both Dmitri and Casey are good wrestlers and Bill Barnhart is going to have his hands full in this match.

The camera cuts backstage to a locker room where none other than the Monster Chaos is standing in front of the camera, attired ready in his wrestling gear, he is ready and raring to go for his match later tonight

Chaos: Damn it is good to be back here in the AWA!

The crowd goes wild and begin chants of “Chaos! Chaos!” as he grins a little

Chaos: Ha ha, that's right, the Monster is here once again and tonight he has his second match back in the AWA, now last week I had a brutal bar room brawl against Modo now that was fun, and it was violent, hell I have spent all week recovering from the cuts all over my body but in the end I walked out as the winner and tonight I go up against Marissa Swanson, the Universal champion, the result will be no different!

The crowd cheers again, Chaos takes it all in and waits for the crowd to calm down a moment before continuing

Chaos: However before I get to her, let me just get something off my chest, Bill Barnhart, I made my presence back here in the Asylum by turning up in your match two weeks ago, that was no accident to which you know all too well, while we have respect for one another in some fashion... we do still have unfinished business, I don't like unfinished business, there must be a conclusion before I can move on to bigger and better things and when the time is right believe me I am going to step into that ring with you and finish this thing once and for all!

The crowd is at fever pitch, he has them in the palm of his hands, he hasn't lost a beat in his ability to control the crowd and he is loving every minute of it

Chaos: Now back to tonight! Marissa, I have said all that can be said this week, there is no more time for talking, just acceptance that I will be making you do one of two things tonight... Marissa you will either tap out or pass out....... DEAL WITH IT!

The crowd break into another Chaos chant as he looks very determined before walking off screen keeping it short, sweet but definitely to the point before we head back ringside

Vs.

Stormy Canyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 275 pounds... "The Wrestling Machine" CHAOS!!!

The lights in the arena go dark and suddenly AC/DC "You Shook Me All Night Long" hits over the PA and the lights from the stage burst into life as the lyrics quickly build to the chorus as Chaos makes his way out onto the stage, he raises his hands into the air as a barage of pyro shoots upwards from the stage sending the crowd into a frenzy, Chaos continues to walk down to the ring and up the stairs, climbs into the ring and jumps to the second rope, raising his hands once more as another set of pyro shoots down from the arena roof behind Chaos, he jumps down as the music fades and he is ready to get down to business!

Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, hailing from Franklin, Tennesee, weighing in at 121 pounds... The reigning AWA 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 thDuff 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 thDuff back down. She then heads to her corner to await the beginning of the match.

Tex: And here we go Duff! This may be a non-title match, but if Chaos pulls this off, he could easily launch himself back into the hunt!

As the bell rang, Chaos looked around at his surroundings. Chaos took a a moment while adjusting to returning to this level, but he shook it off, and locked up with Marissa anyway. Backing the younger woman into the corner, he gave a clean break as Marissa nodded, seDuffingly in appreciation. And as soon as Marissa looked to the fans, Chaos hit an arm drag takedown, sending Marissa to the mat and delivering a stiff punt into her spine. And for the first five minutes, this match was all about the returning "Wrestling Machine". Chaos used every section of the ring to his advantage in the early going. He kept Marissa grounded, and with an Indian deathlock with Marissa's leg tied up in the ropes as added torture, it looked to be firmly in the veteran's favor.

Tex: I see that Chaos has been practicing some new moves! He appears to want to make an impression on the Universal Champion!

Duff: Might as well! He's here, gotta start climbing the ladder somewhere!

With the referee breaking the hold, it would be Chaos going for a running big boot as Marissa got up. But Marissa ducked the boot, and as Chaos's leg came down, he turned and caught a straight right hand shot right on the jaw for his trouble! This staggered Chaos as Marissa went for a reverse crescent kick, but it was Chaos's turn to duck it. And as Marissa came back to face him, Chaos hooked her head for a DDT. But Marissa struggled out of it, shoving Chaos backwards. She took a step back and darted straight towards him with a clothesline, as Chaos grabbed her arms and pulled her down into a crucifix pinfall!

ONE!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE---DID HE GET IT??!! NOO, MARISSA GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!

Tex: A scintillating series of counter wrestling holds there!!

Both competitors rolled to their feet with Chaos going in for a running knee lift! But as he brought his knees up, Marissa used her body as a slingshot and catapulted Chaos face first into the corner where his head met the steel bolt that holds the turnbuckle in place!!

Duff: FUCK ME, KNOCK OUT SHOT!! CHAOS'S HEAD HIT THE STEEL!! I THINK HE'S OUT!!

Tex: MARISSA HAS THE COVER!!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!

THREE--WRONG AGAIN!!

Tex: DEAR GOD, CHAOS KICKED OUT! I DON'T KNOW HOW HE DID IT, BUT HE DID IT!!

Marissa looked shocked as she got to her feet, Chaos's forehead was bleeding as well. Pulling him to his knees, Marissa stepped back a few steps into the corner. Chaos was woozy as Marissa decided to go up top. A smile on her face, she pulled herself up to the top turnbuckle. And with swan-like precision, she sailed off the top rope, long enough for Chaos to hop to his feet and catch her coming down with--

Tex: POWERBOMB!! MARISSA FLEW RIGHT INTO IT!! THIS ONE'S OVER!! COVER THAT WOMAN!! CHAOS JUST WON THIS!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!!!!

THREE!!!!-WAIT A MINUTE!!

Duff: MARISSA'S ARM WAS UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE, THE REFEREE JUST SAW IT!! THIS MATCH ISN'T OVER YET!!

Tex: WHAT MORE CAN THEY DO?!

Both competitors lay on the mat as the referee got to his feet, counting a ten count on both of them slowly. At six, neither competitor was up. At eight, they still hadn't moved. At nine, both of them nipped up at the same time! And the fans erupted!

Tex: THESE TWO ARE WARRIORS NO DOUBT....

Marissa grabbed Chaos's hand, firing him towards the turnbuckle. But Chaos reversed it as Marissa hit the buckle. Taking a few steps back, Chaos ran at her as Marissa exploded out of the corner, planting Chaos with a..

Duff: SPEAR!! MARISSA FOLDED HIM UP LIKE AN ACCORDION!!

Tex: LOOK AT HOW CHAOS LANDED, HE'S FOLDED IN HALF!! WHERE DID THAT BURST OF ENERGY COME FROM?!!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!! Chaos GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!!!

Tex: WE ARE WITNESSING...A MATCH FOR THE AGES!

The fans were on the edge of their seats as Marissa looked down at Chaos in disbelief. Shaking her head, she looked to Richard Head with a look of shock on her face, holding up three fingers.

Duff: Marissa can't close the show here! She doesn't know what else she can do!!

Tex: Neither do I, Duff!

Marissa headed for the top rope, climbing back onto it again as she turned towards the crowd. She gave the sign of the holy trinity over her face as she closed her eyes and went for a moonsault! Chaos once more nipped to his feet, and caught Marissa coming down with..

Duff: THE SUPERKICK!! DID CHAOS KICK HER FACE OFF?!

Tex: A MOONSAULT INTO A SUPERKICK, MARISSA DOESN'T KNOW WHERE SHE IS!!

Duff: I DON'T BLAME HER!!

Tex: HE'S GOING FOR THE COVER!! IT'S GOTTA BE OVER!! WHAT MORE CAN THEY DO IF IT'S NOT?!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!

THREE!!! MARISSA'S LEG WAS UNDER THE BOTTOM ROPE!! THE REF JUST SPOTTED IT!!

Duff: We may have an early candidate for match of the year!!

Tex: This is what it's all about, two of the brightest stars in the AWA leaving their reluctance in the locker room and going absolutely all out in this classic!! We are witnessing an epic!!

Chaos was exhausted, looking down at Marissa as he pulled himself to his feet. He was wobbly and with good reason as he pulled Marissa up, hoisting her up in a reverse torture rack before slinging Marissa around and slamming her onto her back!!

Duff: Chaos's looking to end this once and for all!!!

Tex: Se won't get up from this, she can't!

Duff: MARISSA CAUGHT THE ANNHILATOR SLAM, BUT I DON'T THINK SHE LIKED IT!!

Tex: IT'S OVER, IT'S GOTTA BE OVER!!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!!!

THREE!!!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??

Tex: MARISSA'S SHOULDER SPASMED ON THE CANVAS, THE REFEREE STOPPED THE COUNT!! THIS MATCH WILL CONTINUE!!

The fans erupted in a thunderous ovation!

Tex: YOU MAY NOT LOVE EITHER ONE OF THEM, BUT YOU GOTTA RESPECT THE HEART...THE DESIRE......THE ABSOLUTE GUTS WE ARE SEEING HERE!! I AM IN AWE!!

This time, it was Chaos's turn to go high risk, sensing there was nothing else for him to do. Climbing slowly, he steadied himself on the top rope and went for a diving headbutt. However, Marissa rolled to her feet and caught him coming down with a..

Duff: FACEBUSTER!! CHAOS'S BLOODY FACE JUST THE MAT AT A HIGH RATE OF SPEED!!

Tex: HE'S GOTTA BE UNCONSCIOUS!

Duff: THIS IS EPIC!!

Marissa looked as if she were going to go for a cover, shaking her head as she slowly rolled out to the floor. She pulled up the ring apron on one side then another till she found what she was looking for!

Tex: What's she looking for?!

Marissa dragged out a twenty foot ladder from under the ring as the fans erupted. She began to set it up and place it.

Duff: A FUCKING LADDER?! SHE CAN'T USE THAT, SHE'LL BE DISQUALIFIED!!

Tex: MARISSA'S RUNNING ON FUMES, SHE WANTS TO END THIS!! I DON'T THINK EITHER ONE OF THEM CAN TAKE MUCH MORE!!

With the ladder in place by the ring, Marissa began to climb up slowly rung by rung. As she got halfway up, Chaos rolled out after her and began to climb up the other side of the ladder. They both met finally at the top, and both began swinging haymakers!

Duff: THIS CAN'T END WELL.....THIS WON'T END WELL!! SOMEONE'S GONNA GET HURT!! SOMEONE'S GONNA GET HURT BAD!!

Chaos went for a wild clothesline, trying to swat Marissa off the top. But she ducked under, catching Chaos with a shot to the ribs. Clutching his chest, he bent over as Marissa ascended the top rung, hooking Chaos's head between her legs!!

Tex: OH MY GOD....I THINK SHE'S GONNA........I THINK SHE'S GONNA...

And with a twisting motion, Marissa left her feet and drove Chaos headfirst back into the ring with a....

Duff: THE FLIPPING PILEDRIVER!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Fans: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!

Duff: My thoughts exactly!!

Tex: A CORKSCREW PILEDRIVER FROM FIFTEEN FEET IN THE AIR!! MARISSA JUST SPIKED CHAOS ON THE CANVAS, AND BY GOD, IT WAS THE SICKEST THING I'VE SEEN!!

Duff: THAT WAS NASTY!! FUCKING SHIT!!!

Tex: MARISSA'S GOT THE COVER!!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Duff: MARISSA DID IT!! MARISSA PICKED UP THE WIN!! I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN MY LIFE!!

The fans were deafening in their appreciation for the match as the referee, whom was sweating herself, called for the bell!

Stormy Canyon: The winner of this match... MARISSA SWANSON!!!

Tex: ONLY BY THE GRACE OF GOD...IS IT OVER!! MARISSA PICKS UP THE HARDEST FOUGHT WIN I'VE SEEN IN AGES OUT OF HER!!

Duff: CHOAS COULDN'T KICK OUT OF THAT!! BUT I'LL TELL YOU THIS!! THE AWA LOCKER ROOM JUST SAW SOMETHING WE MAY NEVER GET TO SEE AGAIN!!

Tex: I DON'T ENVY THE FAMILY AND THE REBELLION HAVING TO FOLLOW THIS!! LISTEN TO THE FANS, LISTEN TO THE RESPECT THEY ARE SHOWING THESE TWO....WARRIORS!!

Marissa uses the ropes to get to her feet as the referee holds her hand up in victory. As she turns around, she notices Metamania on the stage staring at her and making a motion to say he his taking her title. Marissa takes the Universal Championship from Referee Head before leaning against the ropes, staring back at Metamania and holding the title in the air.

Tex: LOOK AT THAT DUFF! METAMANIA HAS COME OUT NOW! FOR GOD'S SAKE MAN STAY AWAY!

Duff: It's obvious he's trying to send a message to the Universal Champion Tex! After the match she just put on however, I think that masked creep had better worried about what's coming up next because he'll be in action!

"Party In The USA" continue to blare through the speakers before Insomnia fades to a commercial for the upcoming Full Throttle PPV.

Winner:

The woman sticks the note back to the door carefully before the camera cuts back to the next scene.

A black Hummer rolls to a stop inside the parking garage close to the entrance of the arena. The lights turn off and the driver side door opens as we see a snakeskin boot touch the pavement. Out from the drivers seat stands Al Cohol who adjusts his cloths and lights up a cigar

Al: Well now Shipman, getting scared already? Hell the beat down I promised you is more than two months away and already I see you taken to dropping to your knees for Irons. I don't blame you though, shit man...I've seen some of the hobos you've lost to recently and given that, if I had to face me, I'd be looking for someone to hold my hand too.

All this talk about who the number one psycho in the business is irrelevant though because right now the world is looking at him. Yeah you talk a good game but that's about it...talk. You show me nothing, never have and I doubt like hell you ever will. Hell man, didn't you take a dive to a squirt of piss little girl not to long ago? And you think all of a sudden you have what it takes to beat me? Tell you what Chris, I'll be around for awhile tonight...if you got the bag on ya come look me up and see if you can't change my mind

All of a sudden the exit door opens with a bang and Wraith emerges and walks right into the face of Al Cohol and stares him down.

Wraith: Well if it isn't the great Al Cohol. It's funny someone like my pupil Shipman can bring you out of retirement like he has isn't it? I mean he isn't exactly the big dog here is he, yet he seems to be under your skin.

Al: Get out of my way old man.

Al Cohol pushes Wraith out of the way and begins walking before Shipman jumps him from behind with a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat and hits Al repeatedly in the back of the head till he falls to the ground. Al tries to get up throwing punches at anything that moves and begins to get the upper hand on Shipman before Wraith assists Shipman by latching the Death Touch (Von Erich Claw) on Al Cohol. Al keeps trying to fight back but begins losing conscience as the numbers prove to be too much.

Shipman: Looks like you should listen to your own advice Al. Now since I know the repercussions from this will probably result in me take a quick trip to hell, I'll just take an even faster route and bring you with me.

Shipman looks over at Al's hummer and smiles. He proceeds to remove the barbed wire from the bat and use it to handcuff Al putting cuts on his wrist but none deep enough to cause serious damage. Wraith releases the Death Touch and Al falls to the floor. Shipman and Wraith pick up the limp body of Al Cohol and try to throw him on the hood of the Hummer. Al regains a bit of conscience and tries kicking after he realizes his hands are tied. He lands a couple kicks on Wraith which staggers the big man. Al fights for survival kicking Wraith all the way to a wall in the parking garage. Al seems to have the advantage even though his hands are tied. The camera pans back to Shipman who is watching his ambush fail but sees the keys to the Hummer on the floor.

Shipman: Now to show you why I am the psycho here.

Shipman grabs the keys and get into the Hummer and starts it. The camera pans to Al and Wraith as Al has Wraith knocked down to a sitting position against the wall and keeps kneeing him in the face. The camera pans back to Shipman who accelerates towards Al and Wraith. On the way by a side mirror on the Hummer clips the camera knocking it to the floor and killing the visual feed but the audio can still be heard as it sounds like the Hummer crashes into the wall.

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 Bill Barnhart and Dmitri in a Last Man Standing match inside a Boeing 747. He sees the camera and gives a sinister looking smirk.

Casey Bill, Dmitri, 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 water. 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. Just remember, I am the biggest man in this match, and we are inside a Boeing 747, so getting around me will be difficult. I WILL BE THE LAST MAN STANDING!!!

Then the scene goes into airing the promos Big Bad Casey has done for the match in order. Then once the 3rd promo has finished, the scene changes.

Vs.

Vs.

We are taken, by camera, out to the Oakland International Airport, on the tarmac, on the north side of Terminal 1 where a United Airlines Boeing 747 is sitting at the gate and the boarding ramp is running from the terminal gate to the front entrance door of the Boeing 747. This is the plane that Big Bad Casey, Bill Barnhart, and Dmitri, will be fighting in for their Triple Threat Last Man Standing match. United Airlines has been kind enough to loan the Boeing 747 to Asylum Wrestling Alliance and we have been told that this is a model 747-400 and that it is in the standard configuration for a normal flight which means there have been no modifications made to this plane for this wrestling match. Tex and Duff will call the match from the Oracle Arena and Asylum Wrestling Alliance Announcer, Stormy Canyon, will announce the wrestlers and the results of the match also from the Oracle Arena. We notice that the Referee for this match is the portly Referee Chip Long.

TEX: Now I have to ask this question Duff. We have three big men involved in this wrestling match and then Asylum Wrestling Alliance throws in the fattest Referee of the bunch in Referee Chip Long? How in the world are three big wrestlers and one chubby Referee Chip Long going to navigate around a Boeing 747 when it is set up for normal passenger travel?

DUFF: I guess that isn't something we have to concern ourselves with Tex. When you consider this is a Last Man Standing match, there doesn't need to be a pinfall count, so it will not be necessary for Referee Long to have to get into position to make a count. All he needs to do, when a wrestler gets knocked down, is to count to ten and if the wrestler can get to his feet before the ten count then the match continues, but if the wrestler is down and cannot get to his feet by a ten count then that wrestler is eliminated from the match and the other two wrestlers continue to wrestle.

We hear UNFORGIVEN by Metallica hit the speakers in the arena. Our attention is drawn to the TRON where the match in the Boeing 747 will be broadcast. We see Big Bad Casey walk down the hallway in Terminal 1 at the Oakland Airport. He walks through the gate and down the entrance ramp and into the Boeing 747. At he arrives inside the Boeing 747 Casey stops and poses for the camera.