AWA Asylum

The scene opens up backstage and Stacy Kissinger is opening the door to her designated office. The crowd in the arena is abuzz the second they see her. They know that it’s quite a big night as the new AWA General Manager was supposed to be revealed at Hellnight, but wasn’t, meaning that it will probably come tonight.

The second Stacy steps inside her office, the telephone rings. She dives for the receiver and grabs it, bringing it up to her right ear.

Stacy: Hello. Is it you hopefully?

There’s a bit of a pause before we hear Stacy again, obviously responding to whomever is on the phone with her.

Stacy: At least you’ll be here before the show ends. I agree that traffic’s terrible in these here parts.

Again another slight pause before we hear her angelic voice again.

Stacy: Alright then. I KNOW that you’ll do a good job sir. I can’t wait to work with ya and I bet most of the rest of the rostah will enjoy the experience as well. But before I go off on a tangent, I’ll meet ya at the back entrance in about an hour.

One last pause before Stacy hangs up the phone, smiling very sweetly, obviously looking forward to the rest of tonight and into the AWA’s future.

The camera cuts to ringside where the commentators are at the announcing desk.

Texx: Coming up later tonight we have the roster wide battle royal and of the course the match between Universal Champion Bill Barnhart and Flimetahos Mordune.

Duff: But first we have a call in interview with the other member of the roster who isn’t in the Battle Royal Jason “The Sensation” Stevens, Jason are you there.

JS: No, I’m up here.

All attention diverts to the titentron where Jason is sitting at his home in Las Vegas obviously talking over a video phone.

Texx: Well then Jason, why did you pull out of the battle royal?

Jason smirks.

JS: Why? Because I had better things to do, like making a cameo appearance on CSI.

Duff’s jaw drops.

Duff: CSI?! You where on the best TV show in America?

Jason grins.

JS: As the guy who discovered the body! And they paid me a significant amount for the roll, only reason I’ll be appearing at all next week is because I’m contractile obligated.

The commentators barely get a chance to reply as Jason continues.

JS: You see the week I spent on the set made me realize that I am above wrestling, the people on the set treated me like royalty unlike certain people who will remain nameless and the pay was ten times the amount that I get paid here in the AWA, however since having a cameo on CSI doesn’t exactly equal a huge career as an actor I will continue to appear at AWA events which brings me to my next point, I’m issuing an open challenge to ANYONE on the AWA roster, you could be that fat piece of shit fighting Bill Barnhart, you could be Sean Slater, hell even you Duff could answer the call, the stips? Just a one on one competition, nothing more.

The tittentron fades to black as the commentators discus the interview.

we cut backstage suddenly where a 4X4 pulls up in the parking lot, its lights shinning brightly into the camera, the engine then cuts out, the camera comes up close to the floor of the car stopping next to the front driver side wheel, we hear the door open and a boot steps onto the floor followed by a second , the door is closed and the camera rises to see none other than the returning Chaos!

Duff: HE'S HERE!

Tex: I never thought I'd see the day Chaos would turn up in the AWA but it has arrived Duff

Duff: Not only is he here but he is here to fight in the battle royal tonight for the AWA International championship and he looks ready

Chaos with his hands clenched down by his side, walks powerfully through the parking lot through a set of double doors into the back stage area, wrestlers and staff alike are standing around doing their various tasks but for a moment they stop in their tracks looking over at Chaos as he walks past them all not sharing a glance back at any one, he is focused tonight, he continues to walk through the backstage area with a purpose

Tex: Looks like Chaos is on a mission Duff...

Duff: I'd say he is on his way out here Tex!

The scene opens up with Toxic Angel standing in the hallway preparing for the battle royal. As she is seen taping up her hands we can none other than Jade Green approaching her.

Jade Green: Excuse me, do you think I could get a word with you before you go out there tonight.

Toxic Angel: Make it quick, I have more important things to think about at the moment. This match is going to be the start of some new changes which I have made for myself.

Jade Green: That’s exactly what I wished to talk about with you. Are the rumors true? Are you really planning on leaving your stable behind and going off on your own?

There’s nothing but laughter coming from Toxic Angel as she just can’t contain herself any longer. Somehow it was leaked out that she was leaving the Knights of Templar. Placing the words together, she stood there staring back at Jade Green as she gave her a straight forward answer.

Toxic Angel: Yes the so called “rumors” are true, so are you happy now? You got the answers you were looking for and if you want to know why I left than you can figure that out on your own. I didn’t join this federation to have someone breathing down my neck and barking out orders. It’s about time I do things my own way and if any member of the Knights of Templar have a problem with that than they can get their ass handed to them just like the rest of the men in this federation. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a match that I need to prepare for.

Turning away from Jade Green we can clearly see a devilish smile upon the face of Toxic Angel. The scene begins to fade out as Toxic Angel starts to warm up for the battle royal

Suddenly the lights fade as "Blow Me Away'' by Breaking Benjamin begins with the lights flashing in the darkness to the music and then as soon as the song gets going full swing the arena lights come on and chaos appears and stands at the top/center of the stage.. as he holds his hands above his head fireworks once... twice... three times as they go off behind him and then he continues to walk down the ramp at a slow and ominous pace. Chaos then makes his way up onto the apron climbing through the second rope and ascends to the top rope where he poses for a moment with his hands raised in the air, the crowd is booing the hell of him as he jumps down for the ropes and he is handed a microphone and the atmosphere is insane as the Monster of the AWA prepares to speak out

Duff: I knew he was coming out here before his match...

Tex: Yeah but what has he got to say, he has a big match tonight, with it all to play for

Duff: Yes he does, ten men will battle it out for one title tonight and that man right there is one of the ten fighting for the International championship, what a match it is going to be...

Tex: Shhhh! He's about to say something

He raises the mic to his mouth, the crowd mixed in thier reaction, some chanting "you suck!" while some chanting "welcome back" Chaos waits for the crowd to eventually die down before speaking out

Chaos: Ladies and gentlemen around the world, welcome to my first AWA Insomnia but by far not my first appearence on TV, I come out here not to brag but as to commence a state of the AWA address, you see tonight the game changes, tonight things around this place are going to be different, things will never be the same by the time this show is over, championships will change hands, history will be made... hell right now with me in an AWA ring history is already being made

Duff: Wow Chaos made it a whole 10 seconds without being a little cocky im impressed...

Tex: Hey cut the sarcasm, he ain't being cocky he is just that damn talented, it ain't cocky if you can back it up Duff

The crowd continues to give off mixed reaction, Chaos looks around the arena as he stands in the middle of the squared circle, attired in his wrestling gear already, the crowd begins to die down once more and he speaks out again

Chaos: However rome was not built in a day and the changes that start here tonight will continue over the course of AWA's life time as a company, this is just the genisis of a new AWA and I am here to usher in that new era by becoming your next International champion, I am here to take myself and the Asylum to the next level, tonight will see my televised return to a wrestling ring, tonight will see a war between 10 professional athletes fighting it out to prove who is the best and by the end of the night.... just like old times.... it will be me who is left standing tall with my hands raised in victory!

Duff: He has only been back 20 minutes and I want him to leave

Tex: and thats why I am the brains of the team Duff... seriously why don't you just leave, we'd all be better off!

The crowd turns its mixed reactions more into a chorus of boo's directed at Chaos who shows his confidence clearly, he lifts the microphone one last time to send a final message out before his match tonight

Chaos: So to all those that oppose me tonight, don't worry your defeats will not be in vein, tonight I send a message through each and everyone of you that the future of this company has arrived... deal with it!

Chaos drops the microphone to the canvas as breaking Benjamin hits the arena once more through the PA system, Chaos begins to make his way back up the ramp with his hands raised above his hands

Duff: Some state of address that was...

Tex: What you don't think he is the future of the AWA? You don't think he is going to win tonight?

Duff: Well if he wants to prove he is the future of this company he has nine hungry wrestlers he has to beat first who are ready to prove him wrong!

Tex: They may be ready but so is Chaos Tex! This is going to be one hell of a battle royal tonight!

As chaos heads to the back we cut to a commercial advertising the next AWA pay-per-veiw coming soon before cutting to the next segment of the show

The scene opens backstage where John Irons can be seen walking towards the ring. He is stopped short though by one of the AWA interviewers, Jade Green.

Jade: John! Can I get a moment of your time?

John smiles and looks at her, the expression is almost as if he doesn't really want to, but wants to at the same time.

John: Uh...Sure Jade.

Jade: John, you've been asked to come back out of retirement to help the AWA become one of the top notch wrestling federations out there. How do you feel about that?

John: Well Jade, it's like this. The AWA was built out of the old GWA. GWA is where I got my start, and where I made my mark on the wrestling world. Now the AWA has some fine young men and women as talent. But they all cant do what needs to be done to make this place a better one. I can.

Jade: So this deal you made with Crazy J, what does that...

John: That, Jade will be revealed in all due time.

Jade: So when Goth asked you to come back to the ring, was your expectations of your first match back met?

John: Jade, it doesn't matter if I'm in a Battle Royale, a cage match, or even a Punjabi Prison match. What matters is that I'm here, and people will see what this Titan is truly made of. I may not win this match, but I will make my footprint known when Monoxide gets unthroned.

Jade: John, why are you so set on making sure that Monoxide doesn't retain his championship belt?

John: Because a tide is coming, and some changes are going to happen. Crazy J is gone, and has left his stable in shambles. Tonight will show the whole world that destruction is coming, and there is not a damn thing anyone can do about it. There eventually will be no more Templars, and there will be no more Asylum Family fueds.

Jade: So you're kind of like a peace keeper of sorts right?

John: You could say that. Though I'm still kicking ass and taking names.

Jade: You have stated all week that you will not be walking out the champion, if you're not going to be the champion, then who is?

John: My money is on Chaos or Rex Butler. Both men are equally able to hold their own, and talent wise both could very well end up being the new champ. Again, I have my own agenda to tend to. Now if you'll excuse me I need to get to the ring.

The scene opens up where we see Monoxide in his locker room preparing for his match, he puts on the last touches of his face paint before the camera zooms in. Monoxide is sitting on a chair staring at the reflection of his painted face that is staring right back at him

Tonight is the night where I battle the entire roster of AWA, after tonight I have faced everyone in the roster of AWA, from The AWA champion to the new comers, and I have seen it all, I have witnessed it all, and I will stand out the winner, and I will aim for more, I will aim for higher, because I have higher standards

Monoxide gets up from his chair and begins walking around in his locker room

I would lie to you if I told you I was not nervous about this match, because it can determine so many things... I have things in my mind, great things... Time only will unfold my idea

Monoxide leaves the locker room and he heads for his match

Erik Black stands just behind the curtain, ready to enter the arena.

Black: In just a few seconds, the world will realize my greatness. The world will see me for the champion that I am. Hmph! In just a few seconds, I begin my quest to become an AWA Grandslam champion for the second time. My opponents have no idea what is coming for them. Darkness is about to fall upon those morons. And then Silence will fill their Disturbed Dreams..and their worlds will fade…to….black. Get close to God… He’s the only one who can get you out of this mess!

Black turns his head and stares at the curtain before checking on his number and grins. Awaiting the moment that he can enter the arena and take away the International Championship belt once again

Battle Royal for the International Championship

JMH vs Allen Bates vs. Toxic Angel vs. Erk Black vs. John Irons vs. Monoxide vs. Sean Slater vs. Chaos vs. Chris Shipman vs. Rex Butler

Stormy: The following contest is the 10 person battle royal where the winner receives the AWA International Championshiiiiip!!! There will be 2 minute intervals between entrants after the first two have entered the ring to begin the battle.

The bell rings at ringside before it falls silent.

Tex: I wonder who the first two entrants will be in this since none of the ten wrestlers are in the ring!

Duff: Hopefully you and Falimetahos!

Tex: Well that’s not going to happen!

The whole arena fades to black and you begin to see smoke rising from the ring, the ring lights up and you see a circle of smoke in the middle of it while “God of Thunder” is playing. The ring then goes on fire and then you see Monoxide step out from the smoke with his head up his eyes closed, and his tongue sticking out of his mouth while shaking his head. Monoxide makes his way down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and sticks his tongue out again before standing up and turning towards the stage to see who entrant number two will be.

Tex: The current AWA International Champion will have to go the distance to retain! My lord!

Duff: He won’t…

Lights of various colors flash through the intro of “Eminence Front” as the fans in attendance give a mixed reaction. Once the music hits Sean Slater darts though the curtains and onto the stage. Sean raises his hands high into the air while he mumbles to himself under his breath. A pyrotechnic display lights off behind him as a waterfall of sparks shower down behind him. He begins walking down the aisle pointing at fans that are booing him and slapping the hands of those who are loudly cheering. All the while he is talking trash about his opponent and saying nothing but great things about himself. When Sean reaches the mats on the outside of the ring he grabs his chin and looks all over the arena and the rabid fans before continuing too the stairs. Sean climbs the stairs while stomping down hard on each step. Slater grabs the post and pulls himself onto the ring apron and slowly walks to the center of the ropes while admiring himself. Sean then quickly and gracefully enters the ring though the middle rope. Sean then struts over to the far turnbuckle which he slowly climbs while holding the top rope he then gazes again at all the fans before raising his hands to a diverse response. Sean then jumps down from the turnbuckle and stretches as Monoxide closes in on him.

Tex: This should be an interesting start. Monoxide was Sean’s opponent in Sean’s debut.

Duff: While that’s true, I was hoping Monoxide would get to tear apart Toxic Angel. Damn it.

Tex: Not a good thing to say when Goth is the one that writes your paycheck.

The bell rings and Monoxide comes at Sean, looking to nail a big boot. Sean sidesteps it but Monoxide knew that would happen, or so it seems. Monoxide turns back around and grabs a hold of Sean’s neck. He drops Sean down to the mat with a neck breaker. Monoxide then stands up and sticks his tongue out of his mouth, letting it hang right down. Monoxide doesn’t waste much time in scooping Sean Slater up and turning Sean over with a German suplex. He holds onto Sean and executes a second before letting him crash to the mat. Monoxide goes for an early cover.

Duff: Way too early for this if you ask me!

Referee Simon Jones counts the fall.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…

Slater kicks out Monoxide however stays on his man. He brings Sean up to his feet and applies a hold onto Slater’s right arm.

Tex: The champ doing the right thing by trying to eliminate Slater early right there. He wants to do the deed before entrant #3 arrives in about what…30 seconds from now?

Duff: It IS the smart thing to do.

Slater tries to fight out of the arm bar grip that Monoxide has on. Slater moves to behind Monoxide and finally wrenches Monoxide’s arm. Monoxide lets Sean go, which gives Sean the edge. Sean executes a snap arm drag and walks Monoxide over to a corner. He then pounds Monoxide’s head into the top turnbuckle as the number 10 appears on the AWA titantron. The crowd counts it down.

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

Tex: I wonder who number 3 is!

Duff: Maybe it’s Big Woot Daddy!

Tex: Um…no.

The opening Insomnia theme plays as newcomer Allen Bates appears from out of the back. He simply walks down the ramp towards the ring and slowly slides in.

Duff: May as well have been Big Woot Daddy!!!

Tex: I wouldn’t say that yet Duff. We don’t know what this guy has to offer.

Allen is in the ring now but Sean sees him coming. Sean delivers an uppercut to the jaw of Allen Bates. Allen collapses into the ropes. Sean takes Allen off the ropes and whips him into the opposite set. Allen comes off of them and falls to the mat. Sean gets on top of Bates and hooks the right leg for the cover.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…THREE!!!!

Tex: What the…? Bates is gone already?

Duff: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! Big Woot Daddy could have lasted longer than that. Hell, YOU would have lasted longer than that Tex!

Tex: Thanks for the vote of confidence.

With it being back down to just Slater and Monoxide, Slater goes after the current International Champion. He delivers a few chops to Monoxide’s chest as he still lies in the corner. Monoxide then comes out of the corner as soon as Slater’s done. Slater comes from behind and trips up the champion, bringing him down to his knees.

Tex: Sean has definitely taken things over here in this match. We’ll see how long he can keep it up.

Duff: That’s as long as he doesn’t start getting all cocky over his performance, which has actually been halfway decent so far.

Slater locks in a sleeper hold to the neck of Monoxide. Monoxide doesn’t fade however and is soon elbowing Sean as best as he can. Sean breaks the hold right as the countdown returns…

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

Again the Insomnia theme hits and out walks JMH. The music stops as soon as he’s by the ring. Monoxide looks down at JMH so instead of getting in the ring, JMH walks around it and enters the other side. Monoxide however is quick and intercepts the new participant. Slater recovers in the other corner as Monoxide punches JMH right in the gut. JMH is doubled over so Monoxide grabs him by the head and delivers the Pause Before The End. Slater is back up now but doesn’t stop Monoxide from pinning JMH.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…THREE!!!

Tex: Supposedly Sean is a friend of JMH’s.

Duff: It didn’t show there!

Slater now takes advantage of Monoxide having his back turned. Slater clubs him in the back and sends Monoxide outside of the ring. Slater rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope and meets the champ on the outside. It’s here by the announce table that they begin to exchange blows.

Tex: Well, I guess Slater’s getting revenge for JMH’s quick elimination.

Duff: Eh…

Neither man gets the advantage as Referee Simon Jones calls for them to bring the fight back into the ring. He starts to administer a ten count but both men actually adhere to it. By the time the referee hits the count of 5 they’re both back in the ring. Monoxide gets in the first blow but Slater returns fire.

Tex: This is turning into an all-out fist fight!

Duff: Yeah, boring…

The two keep on trading blows all the way up until the countdown clock returns…

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

Tex: Who is it?

The lights fade as "Blow Me Away'' by Breaking Benjamin begins with the lights flashing in the darkness to the music and then as soon as the song gets going full swing the arena lights come on and the Monster, Chaos, appears and stands at the top/center of the stage.. as he holds his hands above his head fireworks once... twice... three times as they go off behind him and then he continues to walk down the ramp at a slow and ominous pace. Chaos then makes his way up onto the apron climbing through the second rope and ascends to the top rope where he poses for a moment with his hands raised in the air. The crowd boos the hell out of him as he gets off the top rope and pulls Sean Slater away from Monoxide. Chaos immediately begins his attack on one of the newer superstars in the AWA.

Tex: It’s Chaos! One of the ole GWA legends!

Duff: Yup, and business has definitely just picked up! Half the field is now out here…

Monoxide watches on from a corner, panting. Chaos meanwhile whips Sean Slater to the far side of the ring. Slater’s back eats the far corner. Sean grunts as he hits like a sack of potatoes. Chaos however doesn’t even give him time to draw a single breath before he lifts Sean up into the air and holds him all the way up before dropping him with a Back Body Drop. Chaos doesn’t stop there as he scoops up Slater and gets him into a torture rack!

Tex: The freshest man in this thing definitely taking advantage of the situation!

Duff: As he should!

Tex: Not to mention that Monoxide has chosen to watch in the corner. Figures that one of the former Asylum Family would be a coward…

Chaos keeps holding Slater in the rack, bouncing him up and down on his shoulder until Sean Slater finally yells out that he gives in. The referee tells Chaos to drop Slater, and he does, right to the canvas…HARD! The referee calls for help from the back. An EMT comes rushing down the aisle and the referee rolls Slater out of the ring as Chaos now turns his attention to Monoxide. Before Chaos can even think about doing anything the countdown clock returns…

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

“Man That You Fear” by Marilyn Manson blares over the speakers as the lights go out. Suddenly an eruption of pyro over the ramp creates a blast of light to see Chris Shipman with a busted forehead and holding a barbed wire noose. The pyro dies as Shipman walks to the ring. He gets in, throws the noose to the floor but halts when he sees that Chaos is ready and waiting for him. Shipman looks toward Monoxide and gestures for him to come join him. Monoxide eyes Shipman but joins the psycho. The two then run at Chaos for a double clothesline attempt. Chaos sees it coming and ducks out of the way. Monoxide and Shipman turn back around and try for it again, but this time Chaos is really prepared and is able to perform a “Meeting of the Minds” as he nails both of his opponents’ heads together. The crowd ohs as Monoxide and Shipman both stumble backwards in opposite directions. Chaos now heads after Monoxide and begins backing him into a corner. Shipman however seems to have taken offense to what Chaos just did and from behind he rams his body right into Chaos, therefore pancaking Monoxide into the corner!

Duff: All that weight forced on Monoxide! I don’t think the champion has much of a chance to retain his belt. Heck, I thought that from the beginning, but now it’s even LESS of a chance!

Tex: I might just have to agree with you on that one.

Duff: You better! Because I know what I’m talking about Tex.

Shipman now takes control as he brings Chaos down to the canvas via a drive-by face plant. Shipman then crazily points to the top rope. He scales it and flies off with a Shooting Star Press. He connects it and Chaos’s body seems to go limp. Shipman goes for the cover.

Tex: Shipman trying to eliminate the legend!

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…TH-

Chaos kicks out as Monoxide seems to be a bit rejuvenated. He suddenly comes to the pinfall attempt and boots Shipman right in the head. Shipman’s lights seem to dim as Monoxide now goes to cover his former stablemate.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…

Chaos kicks Monoxide away, breaking up the fall.

Duff: Now why would Chaos do that? That could have been another elimination!

Tex: Beats me. You go ask him why.

Duff: No thanks.

Tex: Then just sit here and call the match.

Chaos begins to go to work on Shipman now, attempting to rack Shipman up, just as he had previous done to Slater. Shipman however fights back right away and is able to avoid getting torture racked. Shipman kicks at Chaos’s side quite a number of times before Monoxide gets up and comes after the two. Monoxide pulls Chaos away and delivers a thumb to the eye. Chaos, now blinded, stumbles around a bit before Monoxide hulks up and delivers a Super Belly-To-Back Suplex to Chaos. Shipman sees all this and goes to pick up the pieces that Monoxide just left. He snaps up Chaos and brings him to the middle rope. Monoxide watches on questioningly as Shipman sets up for and drills Chaos to the mat with the London Calling. Shipman stands back up and looks over at Monoxide as the countdown clock is rolling once again…

Tex: Whoever it is, is entrant number 7!

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

The entire arena goes dark. There is a faint light coming from the Tron, however the only thing on screen is a haze of red and gold smoke. Lightning hits the Tron and all four ring posts as "Ironman" By Black Sabbath plays. Everyone in the ring stops what they’re doing as they see John Irons walking out to the rampway entrance, wearing a black leather jacket, a white tank top, and his Oakleys with his usual blue jeans and boots. Chloe Irons walks out behind him wearing a semi-long red and black fiery dress. They both stand there for a moment as there is a loud explosion behind them. Gold sparks begin to rain down the entry way as John and Chloe Irons begin their descent to the ring. As John gets to the ring he hops up and over the top rope with ease and makes his way to a turnbuckle where he raises a fist into the air. He stays in the position for a moment before he takes off his jacket and Oakleys and looks to his wife, nodding his head. He tosses the stuff down to the ringside area, but by the time he does Monoxide is on him like white on rice. Monoxide grabs a hold of Irons and Irish whips him into the far set of ropes, not even giving a chance for Irons to get settled.

Tex: And it’s the second of three GWA veterans here in this match! The Marine!

Duff: I’ll bet Shipman doesn’t like this. I remember all the times that Shipman took on Lex Burton and let’s just say that BOTH Burton and Irons have been in the armed forces, as has Shipman!

Tex: Holds no relevance here Duff.

Duff: Well Tex, this is a war. In a way.

Shipman turns his focus to Chaos now, who is actually beginning to get up from the London Calling. Chaos is all red in the face and is irate that he got downed by someone he probably deems as “less than him”. Chaos goes for a punch to the jaw but Shipman blocks it as on the other side of the ring Monoxide has mounted Irons on a corner and is hammering away at him. Back on the other side Shipman has backed Chaos up to the ropes, but it’s here that Chaos turns the tide with a jab to Shipman’s abdomen. Shipman doubles over in pain and Chaos brings Shipman out of the rope area and downs him in the center of the ring with a Pedigree. Chaos now quickly turns his attention to the other corner. He pulls Monoxide off of Irons and brings him over with a German suplex that leaves Monoxide gasping for air. Chaos focuses all his attention on Monoxide now as he takes him over with a second German suplex. Irons now takes Shipman, seeing that he’s in trouble. Irons repeatedly knees Shipman in the chest like he means it until Shipman crumples to the mat in pain. Irons smiles down at his Chloe, who smiles back. He then picks Shipman up and whirls him around a few times before delivering an Alabama Slam into a pin.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…THREE!!!

Tex: Wow. Well, the battle of the armed forces didn’t last too long tonight!

Duff: I guess we know who the better of the two is, at least for now.

Shipman is rolled out of the ring by Irons as he now turns his attention to Chaos. The crowd cheers as the two GWA legends begin to size one another up as the countdown clock reappears…

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

The lights go out as "Guilty" by Since October blares through the arena. A blast rocks the stage as pyros shoot into the air while Rex Butler and Alisha Hicks walk onto the stage. Red strobe lights flash throughout the arena as Rex stops at the end of the stage and looks around before the two of them make their way down the ramp. Rex steps onto the ring apron and over the top rope as Alisha stands outside the ring. The lights come back on as Rex stands on the corner, rubbing his hands together for a quick second or two before choosing to go after his now former stablemate, Monoxide. Meanwhile Chaos and Irons have begun to tie up.

Tex: The last of the veterans and there are only 2 combatants that have yet to enter…

Duff: It must be just me, but I just realized that they’re both Goth’s little toys…Black and Toxic Angel…

Tex: I’m sure this is all random.

Duff: Yeah…right…

Tex: You know Duff. I can hear Goth ripping up a certain paycheck…

Duff: Yeah…yours…

Chaos and Irons go after one another pretty darn good as the crowd eggs the two of them on. Neither of them can get the upper hand on one another, but at the same time, neither of them are showing any ring rust. On the other side Rex has slowly backed Monoxide, the number 1 entrant tonight into the corner. He yells at him that the International Title will be his. This finally gets Monoxide pissed off enough that he slaps Rex right in the face. Rex retaliates by starting to choke the living hell out of him. Referee Simon Jones sees the blatant choke and starts a five count on Rex.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…

Rex breaks the choke right on time, but only to avoid disqualification. Chaos and Irons continue to go after one another as Rex pulls Monoxide from the corner and attempts to eliminate him with a pinfall attempt.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…

Monoxide suddenly rolls over Rex and goes for a fall of his own!

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…

Rex kicks with his feet, but Monoxide has the shoulders held to the mat through the reversal.

Referee Jones: THREE!!!!!

Tex: What? I thought Rex kicked out there! He’s eliminated? Already?

Duff: I’m as shocked as you are Tex! It appeared that he kicked out. We’re going to have to take a look at this one!

The AWA titantron shows that Rex’s shoulders were indeed down, even though he kicked his powerful legs.

Rex punches the mat in frustration before suddenly scooping up his former stablemate and absolutely obliterating him the Wicked Sensation before looking right down at Monoxide. He leaves the ring, leaving Monoxide completely unconscious.

Tex: I wonder what the repercussions of what we just saw will be.

Duff: I don’t know and don’t really care. Thing is Monoxide is now nothing but pinfall bait for the others!

The countdown clock appears as the Calgary crowd is still in shock of Butler’s rather quick elimination. They do count however…

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

Duff: So is it the drug addict or Goth’s love slave?

The lights go out before white strobe lights kick on. “MMM I said the fish don’t fry in the kitchen” and BOOM! Huge pyros go off as “Batter Up” by Nelly begins to play. Out steps Erik Black. He has a black towel draped over his head. He looks around to the crowd and then to the ring. He takes a deep breath and slowly makes his way down to the ring. He never takes his eyes off of it. He is in full concentration. He slides under the bottom rope. He gets up and stands in the center of the ring as Chaos and Irons have now taken their fight to a corner of the ring. Black throws his black towel into the crowd before smiling down at Monoxide. Erik places his wrestling boot right on Monoxide’s chest and pumps his fists right into the air. Referee Jones sees the cover and counts.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…THREE!!!

Tex: Bull crap! And we’re going to definitely be seeing a brand new International Champion!

Duff: Can you NOT blame Erik for picking up the scraps there? I mean, that was an easy elimination right there, thanks all to Rex Butler. Funny that both Erik and Rex used to be Zero Tolerance…

Tex: No matter what, we continue on here.

Erik now waits to see who will gain the upper hand between John Irons and Chaos. The two have been going at it for a few minutes now and haven’t let up. They both look gassed, but it’s Chaos that finally ceases the control. Erik continues to wait, just looking around at the Calgary crowd, knowing that he’s making a good decision.

Tex: Erik thinks he’s in the catbird seat, and in a way he is. Only Toxic Angel remains to come out here and he has Irons and Chaos basically clubbing one another to death!

Duff: He could very well walk away with this match and once again be a champion here in the AWA. Hell, he’s the only one left in this that has been the AWA Universal Champion, back when it was known as the World Title.

Chaos nails Irons with a rib breaker and then drops Irons completely to the canvas with a sudden DDT. Chaos rolls Irons over for the cover as Erik Black gets ready to pounce on Chaos.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…

John kicks out, to the relief of Chloe who still stands at ringside, looking quite good and still getting whistles from the males in the crowd. Black is no longer waiting it out as he pulls Chaos away and the two of them now begin to throw a few punches back and forth. Chaos again gains control and goes to plant Black with a DDT, but Erik fights it off. He begins throwing punches to the gut of Chaos before uncorking a sudden kick that finds the lower back of Chaos. Chaos goes down in a heap and Erik kneels down beside him and begins pounding him right in the back relentlessly. Irons is now back up and goes after his two opponents. He grabs Black and brings him up to his feet. He delivers a stunner but that only stuns Erik and doesn’t put him down. Irons sees this and attempts to pick Black up, but Black resists as we see Chaos getting back up. Chaos goes to spear the other two. Irons is able to move out of the way just barely, leaving Erik Black to take the brunt of the spear as the crowd goes nuts! Erik struggles to get to his feet, which gives Irons time to take Black’s knees out from under him.

Tex: Well, Chaos went high, Irons went low and Black is now down! And the countdown clock is due right now, which means the entrance of Toxic Angel!

For the last time the number 10 appears on the AWA titantron…

Crowd: 10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…

“Get Pyscho” by Disturbed begins to play as there is a mixed reaction from the crowd and the lights begin to fade out. A green spotlight lights up the top of the ramp as Toxic Angel is seen walking out onto the top of the ramp from behind the curtains. As she begins walking down the ramp, she stops at the half way point and begins to run the rest of the way making sure to slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Flipping up to her feet, the lights begin to fade back to normal as she joins the fray, not looking all that intimidated to be the only woman in the ring.

Tex: Seems like her alliance with the owner has paid off in the form of getting the final spot in the battle royal…even though they might supposedly be going their separate ways. At least those are the rumors.

Duff: Who CARES about rumors? Goth’s little girl is going to get her ASS kicked!

Toxic goes right after John Irons as Chaos and Black struggle to get to their feet, glad that the fresh athlete didn’t come right after them. Irons however doesn’t go down as Toxic goes to shove him into the ropes. Irons simply pushes Toxic away from him, right into the direction of Chaos. Chaos intercepts her.

Duff: This might not be good for Goth’s little lovebird!

Chaos goes for and connects with a Pump Handle Slam. Toxic now lies on the mat as Black now comes after Chaos. Chaos gets Black too up into the air and goes for a second Pump Handle Slam. It connects as Chaos reverts his attention back to the last man standing, John Irons. Irons is completely to his feet again and the two resume as they were before as the crowd cheers once again. Meanwhile as these two are once again at each other’s throats, Toxic begins to recuperate and crawl over to where Erik Black lies on the mat. She lays a hand across Black’s chest, but Referee Jones is paying attention to the other two combatants. Toxic just lays there until finally the referee sees it and begins to count.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…

Erik kicks out, but just barely before the count of three. He begins to get to his feet slowly, as does Toxic.

Tex: Close call there for Mr. Black.

Duff: I’ll say.

Chaos whips Irons across the ring now so hard that Irons flips over the ropes and crashes all the way down to the ringside mats below. Chaos turns his attention to where Erik Black is down. He goes to scoop him up as Toxic Angel backs away from the two, seemingly getting ready to pounce on any opportunity given to her to take command. Chaos scoops up Erik and delivers his patented Annihilator Slam before going for the pin. Referee Jones is right on it.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…

Erik shows that he was playing possum as he rolls through it and pins Chaos’s shoulders to the mat.

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…

Chaos suddenly inside cradles Black but doesn’t realize that his shoulders along with Black are BOTH pinned to the mat at the same time!

Referee Jones: ONE…TWO…THREE!!!!!

Referee Simon Jones tells both of the wrestlers to exit the ring, telling them that they have both been eliminated. Both Black and Chaos protest as Irons slips back into the ring. Chaos senses him coming, but turns around just to get clotheslined. Black however kicks at Irons before shoving Irons into the far corner. Black then lifts up Irons with all the power he can muster before releasing Irons with the Butterfly Effect. The crowd ohs as Black now rolls out of the ring. Chaos continues to argue that he had Black down and that his shoulders weren’t, but the referee isn’t buying it. Chaos loses it and punches Referee Simon Jones right in the face. The referee falls through the middle ropes and out to the ringside floor. Chaos dusts himself off and then vacates the ring, with only glaring towards Toxic Angel, who has been watching on this whole time as things have unfolded.

Tex: Things are now in Toxic Angel’s favor, but there is no referee here to count a fall, even if she did go on top of John Irons right now!

Duff: Yep, all thanks to Chaos. He’s awesome!

Tex: Unfortunately he won’t be our International Champion. But one of the two left in that ring will!

Toxic Angel looks over at Irons who is still down from one of Erik Black’s finishers. Referee Chip Long comes sprinting down the ramp to check on his fellow refereeing cohort, but doesn’t do that for long. He slides into the ring and Toxic now takes her chance. She crawls over to Irons and covers him.

Referee Long: ONE…TWO…

Irons kicks out.

Tex: She took too long.

Duff: Noooo. Really?

Toxic tries to start going to work on John Irons, but Irons easily fends her off. He gets to his feet as Toxic gets to hers.

Tex: This isn’t really fair. He’s probably going to outright overpower poor Toxic.

Duff: Poor Toxic my behind Tex! She deserves everything that the Marine gives her here! It’s what she gets for aligning herself with our boss and being a…

Tex: Don’t even say it! I might even have the guys in the truck cut your mic off! Say, that sounds like a good idea!

Duff: What. And let you call the rest of this yourself? That makes for boring TV! And you know it!

In the ring, Toxic seemingly decides to go for broke. She leaps up to go to wrap her feet around Irons’ head to go for a hurricanrana, but Irons catches her in a bear hug and simply delivers a belly-to-belly suplex that puts Toxic down on the mat.

Tex: And that grounds her. Toxic is really only known as a high-flyer. She won’t be able to fend off the power of John Irons. I just don’t see it happening.

As Tex finishes speaking, John hooks up Toxic and hits a devastating Alabama Slam. It looks like Toxic is out after the first one, but John does a second and then a third, thus completing the Marine Corps Special. The crowd cheers on Irons as he goes down and hooks both of Toxic’s legs up into the air, pinning her. Referee Chip Long counts.

Referee Long: ONE…TWO…THREE!!!!!

Stormy Canyon: The winner of tonights Battle Royal and NEW INTERNATINAL CHAMPION!! JOHN IRONS!!!

The bell rings as “Ironman” by Black Sabbath plays. Chloe Irons, still at ringside, jumps for joy as she rushes to the timekeeper’s table and grabs a hold of the AWA International Championship belt. She rolls into the ring and quickly straps it around her man’s waist, obviously very proud of him. John looks around as both Chloe and Referee Chip Long raise Irons’ arms up into the air. They let his arms go as John’s music continues to play. Referee Long rolls out of the ring and assists the fallen Referee Simon Jones, as well as Toxic Angel, to the back. John motions for Chloe to step outside the ring and wait for him at ringside.

Tex: Well, we have a new AWA International Champion and apparently he has something he wants to get off his chest. And we’ll hear exactly what he has to say after this!

The scene fades to commercials as Irons is pacing the ring, seemingly organizing his thoughts…

Winner: John Irons

The scene opens after the Battle Royale, where John Irons is standing in the ring. He motions for Stormy Canyon to hand him her microphone.

Tex: John Irons to make some kind of statement here tonight after that powerful performace in the Battle Royale.

John smiles and puts the mic up to his face and begins speaking.

John: Canada, The Titan of Titans is back!

Duff: With Legends like him coming back, who needs people like Jason Stevens and The Ultimate Warrior?

Tex: Uh..Duff? The Ultimate Warrior doesn't work for the AWA. He's retired.

Duff: Oh.

The crowd goes nuts for the big man. Fans cheer, and shout. after a moment they die down as they let the Legend speak.

John: Well it has been a long time since I've been in the ring, but I don't think I did too bad tonight eh? Now, as some of you know, there has been some rumors floating around the back about Crazy J's dissapearance after a certian contract was signed. Not too worry though, folks because I have good news! You see, part of that contract stated that when I help the AWA out, that I get a little something in return. What I asked for in return was a little slice of heaven. You see, Crazy J has had some personal issues that he needed to take care of, and needed to step down for a while as co-owner. Now me, being such a nice guy and all, was wanting to help out since I helped the AWA with it's little financial crisis, and knowing what kind of history Crazy J has had in the past with screwing people over, I decided to protect myself here. Stormy, would you be a dear and come up here a minute to read a paragraph of this document?

Stormy nods and walks up into the ring. She smiles and John points out the specific paragraph to which he is referring to. She begins to read it.

Stormy:"This legit decree, as written before the supreme magistrate declares that should at any time, Goth or Crazy J leave their post as co-owner and step down, John Henry Irons III shall fill both their places effective immediately as Head CEO. Furthermore, Either co-owner as named as Goth, or Crazy J cannot fire, suspend, or make any changes without first consulting with Mr. Irons. All monies, rights, and ownerships belong to John Henry Irons III, and shall be until He states otherwise.

There is a sense of shock over the entire arena. Stormy looks in disbelief as to what she' s just read. She hands the mic back to Irons and steps out of the ring.

John: Thank you Stormy, and yes, you are looking at the NEW CEO of Asylum Wrestling Alliance!

The crowd goes wild, yelling and whooping in favor of the big man. Their celebratory cheers are short lived, however as ”The Golden Age of Grotesque” blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ramp entry way. The Crowd begins to boo the owner as he shouts into a microphone.

Goth: I beg to differ on that, John. You see, while Crazy J has left for personal reasons, I on the other hand have been a very busy bee. You don't think it was just that convienient that Germaine happened to be on hand? If you look closely on the last page of that contract, it will tell you that everything ownership wise is voided if you are to be on the active roster, or hold a title, and last I checked....you are on the active roster.

The crowd begins to boo at the owner. Some even try throwing soda cans, and garbage at him, most of it missing him by twenty feet. John looks to the contract, and finds what Goth was stating is truth. However a small smile creeps on his face as he responds back.

John: I guess that makes me a suprised man, Goth. I applaud that. However, though since I am in charge of finances of this company, I have total control over who gets paid what. I don't think you want an unhappy roster working for free do you?

Goth: Damn it....

John: So here's what's going to happen, Goth. I will remain on the active roster and in charge of finances but at no time are you to fire, suspend, or so much as take a piss without my okay....that is unless you want the AWA to end up like GWA?

Goth: You haven't heard the last of this, Irons. Enjoy your night, because I will see to it that your life becomes a living hell!

The two men are staring at each other as the fans cheer them on and the show goes back to commercials

Camera's outside the Saddledome catch the arrival of the Black Sky at Dawn HumVee. Pulls up the security team forcing the crowd back as Falimetahos steps out of one side the outside crowd errupts in cheers. Celeste Remere climbs out of the passanger door as the back doors open and out step the Kar Brothers. Falimetahos stopping by signing a few autographs for the nearby fans.

Tex: There he is the next Universal Champion!

Duff: He isnt that yet Tex, he still has to beat the Bulldog Bill Barnhart tonight to get there. No manner of how many people Falimetahos travels with is going to change that!

As its said on camera a second HumVee pulls up beside the Black Sky at Dawn Hummer. There is a moment pause as Falimetahos watches the vehicle and finally out steps Warmonger the seven foot giant, from the second door is a man known only to few as Hard Copy from the earlier OWA days.

Duff: Holy!

Tex: Thats Warmonger, we have seen him on some of Falimetahos's promotionals, he is as big as Irons!

Duff: Still doesnt matter, the Kings Templar will still dismantle him foot by foot!

Warmonger, Celeste and Hard-Copy all help someone out of the backseat of the second hummer, keeping a black blanket wrapped over them hiding the identity as the entire group makes their way into the arena.

Tex: Who was that?

Duff: I dont know but they are keeping him secret, get security out there!

Tex: Your joking right? Security doesnt stand a chance against that group.

With that the cameras leave the Black Sky at Dawn scene as they go behind closed doors of the locker room area.

The scene shifts to the dressing room of Bill Barnhart. We can see he is dressed for his match with Falimetahos Moordune and we can see he seething and breathing hard. He looks up into the camera to comment to Moordune.

Moordune, you fat piect of bull crap! Kidnap Lupe eh? Treat her like you do Celeste like a common two-bit whore eh? Well, fat boy, tonight is the night where you finally come out of hiding to face me, one-on-one, like I have been trying to get you to do since the night I won the World Title Belt from Staniak! Now you cannot run any longer. You have nowhere to hide, like there is a place large enough for stuff your burger gobbling ass into! Fali, I was already going to beat you senseless, humiliate you, and destroy you, to retain my Universal Title Belt, but since you did what you did to Lupe...you are going to get it double. Young man, I am going to be on you so quickly tonight that I will break the Sound Barrier doing it. I will defeat you so quickly that you won't even remember the opening bell ringing! I got your number Fali and all the numbers are zeros!

The scene goes to black then we return to ringside where Tex and Duff are having a conversation about what they just saw from Barnhart.

Falimetahos Moordune vs. Bill Barnhart

Stormy: This contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Universal Championship!

The speakers crack alive with "Only the Greatest Warriors go to Hell!" just as it finishes "When World Collide" by Powerman 5000 hits the speakers. Both sides of the entrance erupt in red fire before exploding forward into the arena in a gout of green flame as the lights around the arena twist into a green hue. Shadows form on the entrance way as Falimetahos walks out in front, followed by Celeste Remere, Warmonger, both Kar Brothers, and a man only known by his shirt reading "Hard Copy". Security would stop them if it wasnt for the total mass of muscle that would crush them so they make way. The group walking down the rampway as the Tron lights up with a close up of the BULLDOG leading the charge of the group still on leash held by Celeste Remere. She catches up and stands the dog up giving its paw a wave to the crowd that breaks up in cheers. Falimetahos smirks and walks up the ramp removing his Black Sky at Dawn trenchcoat before tossing it down to Hard Copy that lays it alongside the ring. Before the announcers can comment on things they are joined by both Kar Brothers one on each side of the announcing table. Mur'Kar taking Duff's beer and downing it with a bit of a growl when Duff complains.

Duff: Woah...that's my beer!

Tex: Umm....Duff I think you should let him have it.

Mur'Kar: Yeah Duff, unless you want me to kick your punk ass all over this town!

TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS by Bachman Turner Overdrive hits the speakers. The TRON crackles to life and we see a close-up shot of Bill Barnhart and Iris the English Bulldog. The TRON then shifts scenes to several clips of Bill's wrestling matches where he is either administering his Bulldog or Piledriver to his opponent. The spotlights focus on the backstage curtains and we see Bulldog Bill Barnhart step through the curtains leading Iris on her leash. Bill walks confidently along the entrance walkway and under the TRON. As he walks under the TRON, pink pyros erupt causing a cascade of pink sparks to spill down on the entrance walkway around Bill. Bill stops at the landing at the top of the entrance ramp to play the crowd. He then takes off with a quick pace to the ring. When Bill arrives at the ring he hands the leash of Iris to an attendant at ringside, climbs the ring steps, walks along the ring apron, and then ducks through the ropes into the ring. Bill then takes up residence in a corner and stares at the monster across the ring from him, peeking at the monsters also around it.

Tex: Barnhart's gotta be a little nervous at this.

Duff: This isn't a lumberjack match! Why are all these glorified thugs here?

Mur'Kar: You know, we got a little surprise for the AWA here tonight. We're here to ensure a fair and even contest, little man. You got something bad to say about the Sky?

Duff: Um...no. Not at all...heh...*nervous chuckle*

Stormy: IN the Black corner, weighing in at 487 pounds. The challenger, from Seattle, Washington...Falimetahos Moordune!

Falimetahos smiles widely and he rubs his hands together, then slaps his chest, as the crowd cheers loudly.

Stormy: And in the red corner, from Oakland, California. Weighing in at 240 pounds, he is your AWA Universal Champion..."Bulldog" Bill BARNHAAAART!

The Crowd boos loudly, as Barnhart removes the title from around his waist and holds it up in defiance of the crowd.

Tex: We've got a decisive crowd here.

Mur'Kar: They're just guilty of good taste.

Duff: Barnhart's their champion! She said so! They should be cheering him!

Both men circle each other tentatively, Barnhart seems a little nervous as all the members of the Black Sky at Dawn are watching intently. Both men move into each other and lock-up, pushing, Falim's weight giving him a distinct advantage moving Bill towards a corner. The ref demands the break and Falim raises his hands up to indicate he is breaking, then suddenly slaps Barnhart's chest with a vicious overhead chop. Barnhart grimaces at the shot, only to get pushed against the corner and given another one, this time, Bill fires a fist to Falim's face, then a side elbow, then jumps back on the second rope and jumps off with a double axe handle! Falim stumbles back a little as Barnhart rushes in for a clothesline, but Falim grabs him and lifts him and spins him backwards for a mat slam! Barnhart rolls out of the ring and takes a breather, and stops at the side where the 7' giant named Warmonger is...

Tex: That is a tall glass of water there. Barnhart doesn't want to cross him.

Duff: Like the champ couldn't handle that big dumb...

Mur'Kar: Watch your words there, little punk. I can tell him where you're shacking up tonight so he can pay a little visit.

Bill slides back into the ring, and stays by the ropes, to make sure Falim doesn't charge him, but the big man simply smiles, like he's waiting for his favorite meal to be delivered. Bill circles Falim, and they move at each other, going for a lock-up, Bill ducks and moves to the side and kicks in the back of his opponent's knee. Falim buckles slightly and angers, but Bill follows up with another stiff kick, Falim turns and roars only to get hit with a stiff punch. Barnhart is fired up and he boots Falim in the midsection, bumps back off the ropes and jumps and brings Falim down on his head with a massive DDT! Barnhart moves over and roars as he rolls Falim unto his back and goes for a pin...Kick out at two. Barnhart quickly stands as Falim is sitting up, but Bill stomps at him to put him back down. Barnhart then drops down with another double axehandle, and starts to hammer at the bigger man's head.

Tex: Barnhart's attacking, keeping up the pressure, trying to stay on the offensive. He's giving up a lot of weight and power to Moordune here, and he's gotta make up for it!

Mur'Kar: It don't matter how much you hit the boss. He's gonna take it and give it back a dozen times over...He's street tough.

Duff: All those layers gotta be good for absorbing the impact!

Barnhart tries to drag Falim to the corner, and does so with much effort. Barnhart climbs up and sits on the top turnbuckle, and taps his elbow and jumps off, delivering it across Falim's throat. He goes for another pin. Flamethrower this time not only kicks out but lifts Barnhart off him and sends him flying back! Falimetahos is deceptively quick as he stands, and wraps his arms around Barnhart and flips him back into a belly to belly suplex! Falim goes for the pin...and lifts Bill bu the head at the two count. He stands and brings Bill up, and lifts him for a gorilla press. Falimetahos roars with the display of power as he benches Barnhart, who is no small man by the stretch of the imagination, and lets him drop on his shoulder, and powerslams him hard to the mat. He goes for a pin.

Crowd: ONE!..........TWO!.............OH!

Tex: Falimetahos with the power display! Only a two count!

Duff: The champ's made of sterner stuff Tex. He knows how to get out of sticky situations!

Falim looks down at Barnhart's body and smirks and stands, bringing Barnhart up with him. He Irish whips Barnhart to the corner and follows up with a devastating splash! He crushes the champion further by driving his knee and hip into his midsection, doing it a second time, and repeating it a third. Falim locks in a reverse facelock and lifts Bill up, and then brings him down, nailing the "Catastrophic Event" Reverse Brainbuster Suplex! Falim smiles as he most assuredly has this one finished. He pins Barnhart and counts with his fingers. One.....Two.....and then looks confused as the 3 never hits, the ref motions that Barnhart's foot was on the ropes, breaking the count.

Tex: Ring presence pays off for the champ!

Duff: That's right he's got brains and the talent!

A look of pure fury comes upon Falimetahos's face as he cannot believe Barnhart has kicked out of it! Falim stands, pulling the champ to his feet. He lifts him unto his shoulder in powerslam position and crushes him into the corner. Falim begins to hand Barnhart into the tree of woe.

Mur'Kar: This is it. I gotta get a front row seat for the career ender! You got a new champ now boys!

Tex: And there he goes. This is what Moordune used to end the career of so many men before...it was particularly brutal on Metamania!

Duff: Someone get security out here! Ref, get him out! this can't be legal!

Falimetahos walks across the ring, as Bill hangs, seemingly dizzy. The big man leans in the opposite corner and sweeps his foot like a bull, holding unto the ropes...he screams and rushes forwards, like an unstoppable freight train, and goes for the baseball slide, but Bill pulls himself up at the last second and Falimetahos slides into the corner and crotches himself on the bottom ropes! Barnhart removes himself from the tree of woe and perches himself on the top turnbuckle. Falim is slowly bringing himself up, as Barnhart waits, once he is on his feet Bulldog launches from the top and connects with his namesake signature move, driving the big man to the mat!

Duff: YES! BARNHART WITH A LAST SECOND BULLDOG!

Tex: Barnhart may have it here!

The Kar brothers are slapping the mat along with Celeste, as they try to stir Falimetahos up, Barnhart once again, goes all out with a display of strenght and rolls his opponent unto his back. Bill goes for the pin but brings his feet up on the ropes...

Crowd: ONE!..................TWO!.................THREE!

The crowd erupts in boos as the 3 count hits and the entire arena goes black. All lights are out, and the place is in pitch darkness, only a few flashbulbs in the crowd can be seen. The lights come back on, and a figure is standing behind Barnhart, arms crossed in anger. He is wearing a long sleeveless brown trenchcoat, with a Canadian flag design on the back. The entire Saddledome erupts with Canadian flags and deafning cheers, as the Canadian Phenom, The Starseed has made his return! He is wearing thick white facepaint in the phantom pattern, with a red shooting star on the cheek. Barnhart stands wondering what happened, and turns around, only to receive a facefull of red mist spit out by Starseed!

Tex: OH MY GOD STARSEED! WHERE DID HE COME FROM? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT MOVE?

Duff: THAT SON OF A BITCH! SINCE WHEN DOES STARSEED HAVE BURNING MIST?

Tex: HE MUST HAVE LEARNED IT IN JAPAN!

Barnhart stumbles back and clutches his face, blinded and screaming about burning. Starseed is quick to move up and lock in a cobra clutch, he wrenches it for a moment, then drops down, into the Starbreaker! Barnhart is laying in the middle of the ring, as Starseed views his work. He stands and yells out to the Kar's to hand him a microphone. He grabs it and walks over to Bill's body as Falimetahos slowly stands.

Starseed: BARNHART...LAST TIME YOU THOUGHT YOU TOOK ME OUT. YOU WERE SO WRONG. YOU COULD NOT FINISH ME OFF...AND NOW, I HAVE COME BACK TO HAUNT YOU, AND THE MAN WHO GIVES YOU ORDERS. GOTH! CONSIDER THIS YOUR OFFICIAL WAKE-UP CALL. THE BLACK SKY AT DAWN HAS COME TO THE AWA! YOUR CORRUPTION IS AT AN END, AND WE ARE GOING TO CLEAN UP THIS PLACE, STARTING WITH YOUR BEST MAN!

Falimetahos drags Barnhart to the corner, as security tries to come to the break up the attack...the Kar brothers, Hard Copy and Warmonger however, are more than capably holding them back. Falim stands in the corner, looking over Bill's body. Starseed climbs the corner and to the top turnbuckle. Then he steps on Falimetahos's shoulders and jumps off, landing a shooting star press dead on the champion! Starseed then rolls off and out of the ring as Falim drops the "400+ pound leg drop" across Barnhart's throat! Starseed slides back into the ring mike in hand and the Universal title in the other. He drapes it across Barnhart's chest, and adresses him...

Starseed: I DON'T CARE ABOUT THIS TITLE, BARNHART...I DON'T CARE IF IT'S AROUND YOUR WAIST. I WANT ONE THING AND ONE THING ONLY...YOUR BLOOD. YOUR CAREER...AND THE END OF GOTH'S ABUSE OF POWER, FOR THE FANS, FOR THIS SPORT...I WILL GET WHAT I WANT, IF I HAVE TO BRING HELL WITH ME!

With that Starseed throws the mike to the mat, and he raises his arms to the crowd, who erupt once again, cheering their native son. Falimetahos, has a terrified Iris in his arms, and he leashes her to Bill's wrist. He moves out of the ring with his stablemates, and high 5's Starseed, leaving no doubt that the Black Sky at Dawn has risen over the AWA.

As the vocals are heard at the beginning of JoJo's "Too Little, Too Late", Stacy Kissinger emerges from the backstage area. She stands on the stage wearing an all-black business suit. She does a slow 360 degree spin, acting as a model would...just so everyone in the arena can get a chance at checking her out. At the end of the spin, she raises her arms into the air as a set of gold pyro explodes going from right to left on the stage...and then back to the right. As soon as it disappears only leaving smoke in its place, Stacy begins her descent down the wrestler ramp, heading to the ring. She hops up onto the apron and climbs up to the top rope before doing a beautiful, successful backflip into the ring. She then grins evilly as she heads for where Stormy Canyon stands. Stormy formally introduces Stacy after Stacy’s music fades out.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, the AWA President of Public Relations, Stacy Kissinger!!!

Stacy curtsies politely before taking Stormy’s microphone.

Stacy: Alright everyone, first off, congrats to the brand new International Champion John Irons. It’s a good thang that the title will no longa be tainted by lil’ boys that thought that Crazy J would carry them along. Well, Crazy J is no longa in charge and as of this moment, Goth and I are the only top people around these here parts.

The Calgary crowd gives a mixed reaction, but Stacy continues.

Stacy: But that’s about to change ya’ll. Afta much deliberation, a new general managah has been chosen. Now I just got off the phone with him and he’s just pullin’ into the lot. He’ll be here shortly.

”The Golden Age of Grotesque” blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring. He is dressed in a long black goth-like robe. Goth stops halfway down the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. He goes up the steel steps and joins Stacy in the ring. He stares her down before he takes a microphone from his pocket and speaks into it.

Goth: You know Stace, I got to thinking this past week. And I was thinking that your choice for GM, I probably won’t agree with. So I went out and got someone to come back that will really know how to help me run this place.

Stacy: Goth, we all know that Sapphira is more worried about being in your pants than running AWA.

The crowd ohs as Goth seemingly is preparing to return fire.

Goth: Very funny Stace…NOT! Let’s just cut to the chase here. My guy, that’s right, GUY, will be showing up after Barnhart gets done with owning fat boy. As for the poor guy you chose, I suggest that you bring him out here RIGHT NOW!

Stacy: He’ll be here in a few minutes. I just said that. Or perhaps it’s ya have a problem hearin’.

Goth: Well, you just heard me. I’m the owner and what I say, goes. Get him out here NOW, otherwise I’ll have you removed from your post!

Tex: Stacy in a tough spot here. Whoever she’s hired might want to get out here, and fast!

Duff: I’ll tell you one thing Tex. I’ll miss Stacy’s rack around here…

Stacy’s head seems to hang a bit when suddenly a golden hue lights up the entire arena. Stacy heaves a heavy sigh of relief as both her and Goth turn to the entranceway. “Until The Day I Die” by Story of the Year begins to play and after a few moments, former GWA Global Champion Jay Gold emerges from the back to cheers from the Calgary crowd. Jay calmly makes his way down the ramp, wearing a very dapper navy blue suit with an accompanying light blue shirt with a dark blue tie, and takes the same path that Goth did just moments earlier. Jay gets into the ring and approaches Stacy, shaking her hand warmly. Stacy passes Jay her microphone and Jay turns to the AWA owner. The crowd still hasn’t calmed down as of yet so Jay waits for them to do so.

Jay: Well, let’s just say that it’s about to be a new day here in AWA. Hey Goth, I guess Stacy here just delivered, didn’t she?

Goth still can’t believe what he’s seeing. He shakes his head before he puts the microphone back to his lips and speaks out towards them.

Goth: Stacy, mark my words. My guy will totally trump yours. You’ll see…both of you will see…ALL of you will see!

Goth smiles as he starts to get face to face with Jay Gold.

Tex: Well how about this! Another GWA name making their return, and this time it’s Jay Gold!

Duff: And what’s worse? He’s apparently the new General Manager. I hope Goth has something to beat this, as he says he does.

Tex: Well lets see if the boss can top this!!!.

Duff: We sure will!

Goth and Jay look like they are about to come to blows when suddenly the lights in the arena go out and an eerie blue spotlight is shown on the stage as 'Neon Black' by the Murderdolls rips through the arena's P.A. system. After the songs intro is over and the hardcore base line hits a large figure walks out onto the stage with his face looking down. The figires long hair also helps conceal his face but by now its almost obvious who it is.

Tex: OH MY GOD! IT'S.....

Duff: GRINDER!!!!

Just at that second Grinder looks up and reveals his face as the crowd explodes so loud that Tex and Duff are almost inaudible over the crowd noise. The lights in the arena stay down but multi colored flashbulbs pop all over the arena and crazy colored spotlights flash all over the place. Grinder feigning a half smile begins to walk down the ramp to the ring, clad in not much more than a pair of torn faded blue jeans, his trademark black Timerland boots, and a blue denim vest with no shirt underneath, exposing his multitude of tattoo's all over him. Grinders long black hair billows down from under his Harley davidson do rag as he approaches the ring, almost fixated on the two men who still stand inside it. Grinder takes a long, slow lap around the ring before he walks up the steps and ontop the ring apron. He goes to step into the ring but stops and closes his eyes, almost as if he'd never had an ovation before and was soaking it in.

Tex: Wow I don't think Grinder ever got an ovation like this back when he ran the Global Wrestling Alliance Duff.

Duff: These people seem to have forgotten how much they hated this guy back then, me personally, I LOVE this man, and for the record I always hoped to see him return to wrestling! Welcome back Grinder!!!!

Grinder finishes his pause and finally steps into the ring and as the music trails off and the house lights come up he stands face to face with Goth and Jay. Jay is the first to extend a good will handshake, although his eyes still look like he's seen a ghost, but Grinder just raises an eyebrow to him and shakes his head no, and finally slaps the hand away. Jay steps back a sec and has a mean smirk on his face as Grinder turns to Goth. Goth smiles at the wrestling legend and extends his hand to grinder as Jay did. Grinder wastes no time in slapping Goth's hand away as well as a smile comes across Jay's face. Goth steps into Grinder and they go nose to nose, snarling for a minute until Grinder opens his arms and he and Goth hug and suddenly the crowd quiets down.

Tex: Oh no....

Duff: I KNEW IT!!!! Some things never change partner.

Grinder backs off from Goth and Goth hands him the mic.

Grinder: Now that I've got your attention, I have just one thing to say to Jay, all of the people in the arena, and the people watching at home. Say hello to your new GM!

The crowd doesn't really know how to react as Jay fires back.

Jay: Slow down there buddy, you may have been top dog around here back in the day, and I haven't forgotten the wars we have had in the past. But youll do well to remember that I am also a GM around here now and it'll do you well to remember not to get in my way. You see I....

Grinder: Now just you hold on for a sec there little guy, we may have had some wars in the past but one thing you werent ever able to do was beat me. Sure they were all tag matches but right now your old partner is pushing up daisies and my partner is taking care of Tormentors business, and by that I do mean the professional football team we own and operate, but he's never more than a phone call away so don't go thinking I came in here shooting blanks. Goth and me put our heads together over a few six packs and we have a vision of what the AWA should be, and ultimately, WILL be starting right now. We will soon be putting together a tag team tournament for the new AWA tag team championships. The teams haven't really been picked yet, but the bigger prize is that whoever wins those titles will have a chance to defend them against the Tormentors at the following PPV. So, in closing I'd like to adress Mr. Gold here. Goth told me theres something he's been waiting a long time to say to you.

Goth walks up to Jay, but as jay is distracted Grinder runs up and clotheslines Jay over the top rope and out to the floor as 'Neon Black' rips through the arena once again.

Tex: Whoa! Looks like we have not one, but TWO new GM's! And we gonna have new tag champs! What else is gonna happen?!?

Duff: Well, we're gonna have to wait till'next week to find out, cuz we're out of time folks! What will the fallout from tonight be? Tune in next week, we're outta'here!