As the show comes on air, the Tron comes to life as A door is heard closing and now in one of the hallways of the Madrid Arena, a camera comes face to face with Marissa Swanson. As she walks down the hall, her cell phone suddenly rings. She opens it up and smiles before she holds the phone to her left ear.
Marissa: Hi Stacy. Where are you? I was kind of hoping you’d be here tonight to stave my parents off, since Fang said they’d be here and all. And in the front row too!
It’s a bit muffled even though Marissa has now put Stacy on speaker phone, but we can still hear the Texan’s response.
Stacy: Oh, I’m back in Sacramento actually. Really sorry that I had to head back here, but I couple of big wrasslin’ matches myself out this way. I should be able to join ya next week fer the big pay per view so I can watch ya defend the AWA Universal Championship that yer gonna win tonight.
Marissa: It would be better if you were here to watch me win it.
Stacy: When do ya go on?
Marissa: In a little while.
Stacy: I’ll watch it on the net or somethin’. It’ll be like I’m there by yer side Marissa. Good luck, alright?
Marissa: Thanks St-
Marissa doesn’t see a very familiar face come up from behind, slip his leg in between hers and give her a very famous move that’s known to many around the wrestling world. The camera turns and sees the AWA General Manager, Jay Gold!
Tex: What?! That’s our General Manager! Why did he just do that?
We can still hear Stacy on speaker phone.
Stacy: Marissa? Marissa! Are ya there? Are ya fine? Talk to me! What happened! Hello? Hello?
Jay Gold looks down at the cell phone that has fallen to the floor. He waits a few seconds before picking it up as we can hear the fans murmuring from inside the arena.
Jay: Hi Stacy. It’s me. I just wanted to let you know something. Marissa is safe and sound. She just experienced a bit of a Golden Moment, that’s all. Now that that’s said and done with, I believe you still owe me two matches out of those three that I said I would assign to you several weeks ago. Well, let’s just say that that second opponent will not be Chris Shipman, being that I no longer see him as a challenge to you. Instead, your second opponent lies at my feet at this very moment. So why not when you’re not over in Sacramento wrestling in some second rate company, say in 2 weeks time…you versus your protégé here, Marissa Swanson. And remember, if you lose, you have to stop chasing me…forever.
Stacy: Why ya lil’ bast-
Jay: Goodbye Stacy…
Jay apparently hits the end button and walks off down the hallway with Marissa’s cell phone, leaving Marissa laid out on the floor, face down. The camera keeps looking at her until EMT’s arrive on the scene a few moments later. They turn Marissa over and place her onto a stretcher.
Duff: How dare he! He could have killed her!
Tex: I don’t know what our General Manager was just thinking right now, but from the looks of things, our main event a little later tonight may have just become a Fatal 4-way, and not a 5-way match.
The camera gets a shot of Marissa’s face, her eyes still closed as she’s carried off by the EMT squad to the parking lot outside where she is loaded into an ambulance. The ambulance then speeds away from the arena, lights on and sirens blaring.
The arena goes dark. A beat starts in the background followed by Rhinanna beginning to sing the beginning of “Run This Town” Red and blue strobes like police lights begin to go off as a form rises from underneath the stage. Jay-Z’s part begins and a spotlight shines on the figure at it shows to be Fang. He is standing in the light in a Black Armani suit. His head is bowed as the music plays. He then looks up as he is joined in the entrance way of the stage by Big Vic Gillot. The two men walk down to the ring The strobes still going off. More men in black suits walk behind the Man in Black. They surround the ring as he gets in. The lights go back to normal as the music fades. The crowd is silent as they take in the new entrance. The man in black holds a mic in his hand.
Tex: This is a change.
Duff: It’s the same old Fang just with a new song
Fang: Who’s going to run this town? Ah well that remains to be seen. I’m not just out here to debut my new entrance. I’m more out here to give my brother something. You see even though we may be at odds with each other we are still family and it is MY BROTHER’S BIRTHDAY. So in that spirit I’ve brought something very special for him.
A bevy of beautiful women walk out of the entrance way and set up a table with a wrapped box on it. The then stand in a huddle behind it.
Duff: Something smells rotten in Denmark.
Tex: Don’t talk about Goth’s cologne like that.
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 robes. Goth walks over to the box and looks at it. Fang stands in the ring smirking at his brother. Goth cautiously opens the box and unfolds what’s inside. A truss. Goth looks back at his brother and pulls a mic from his robes.
Goth: What kind of joke is this?
Fang: I thought you might need that after your real present gets through with you. That present is all those lovely ladies right there.
Goth: Come on John, you know I can handle a lot more women than this, but I’m glad your finally seeing things my way.
Goth wrings his hands as he turns to admire the women they part and a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat comes up and hits Goth in the groin. He begins to double over and a chocolate dream reaches out and puts her arms around Goth’s neck. The beauty pulls off a picture perfect Fatal Shot on the owner of the AWA. The crowd cheers and the women clear and the Lovely Brenda is standing over The Godfather. She reaches down and picks up the Mic.
Brenda: I think you will be needing that now. If you ever lay your hands on me again, I won’t be so forgiving. Enjoy your birthday Goth. I think you should go put some ice on that.
The woman turn around and return back stage. Fang and Vic share a laugh in the ring. Fang turns his attention to the crowd in Spain.
Fang: Pretty soon all of you will see who is the dominant force in the AWA. I hate to tell my brother but he is soon going to have to make room at the top for a new more powerful player. A man who can get things done a man who will run this place the way he sees fit. I hope that the rest of the roster is ready for the Age of Fang. I hope the rest of the roster is smart enough to realize that the change is coming sooner that they think.
Fang and Vic walk out of the ring as “Run This Town” begins to play again. The man looks at his unconscious brother and leans down. It looks as if he’s going to attack him himself but he just gives his brother a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the head. He then walks backstage.
The scene cuts to the backstage area of the arena, where Ronin stands next to Jade Green. Jade looks into the camera as she begins to speak.
Jade: I’m standing here now with Ronin, coming off of a devastating loss at the hands of the Family last week.
She turns toward Ronin.
Jade: Ronin, shortly after that loss, you put in a call to Mr. Irons’ office, requesting a non-title match against the Universal Champion at the next Pay Per View, which was quickly shot down. What are your thoughts regarding that scenario?
Ronin: Jade, I’ve got to say that I’ve done a little soul-searching such as it is since that last confrontation, and I know exactly why I was shut down, and exactly what Irons is trying to do. He’s pulling his big-boy-I’m-the-boss-of-this-fucking-place string and “putting the rookie in his place”. All he’s really doing is flexing his muscle to reassure himself that his word is still law.
To be honest, I’m fine with that, and like I’ve said earlier this week, I’m willing to play along. All I’m going to say is that Irons hasn’t seen the last of me, but he will start to get that picture in the coming weeks.
For now, my only focus is stepping into the ring tonight to take care of Jason Stevens once and for all. He’s been running his mouth all week long, and now I’m going to shut it for him. And then next week, I’ll go against whoever the hell Irons and Goth want me to face and I’ll do the same thing.
The wheels are beginning to turn. Soon everyone will see that.
Now that’s all I’ve got to say, so get that damn camera out of my face!
With that he turns and walks out of the frame as the camera focuses back on Jade
Jade: Well there you have it. Ronin, clearly upset over being shut down by the boss, but apparently not ready to lay down just yet…
Ronin vs. Jason Stevens
Tex: Ronin is about to face off with the King Of Controversy in a few moments. That’s what Jason Stevens claims himself to be!
Well, let’s hope that he lives up to that reputation as he tries to sneak past by Ronin and move on to greater things. Otherwise, Ronin may have his number tonight if he plays his cards right.
Stormy: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Nashville, TN, weighing at 240 lbs……RONIN!!!!!!!!!!!!
The lights in the arena go out and the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation as “Droppin’ Plates’ by Disturbed begins to play over the PA system. The opening reverb slowly grows louder, causing the entire building to rumble…
“HA!”
A thunderous explosion rocks the arena as fireworks and pyrotechnics fill the entrance area.
“Now here we go again. Get up!”
As the smoke clears, Ronin steps through the haze onto the entrance ramp to a jumbled chorus of cheers and boos. He walks to the bottom of the ramp and stops.
“…in the house, we’re droppin’ plates!”
He thrusts both fists into the air as another pop of pyro goes off behind him.
His painted face remains an expressionless mask as he slowly walks toward the ring, pointedly ignoring the fans. He slides under the bottom rope and begins to circle the ring in anticipation..
Tex: Ronin and Jason Stevens have been at each other’s throat all week long.
Duff: It all comes down to really wants the win the most and either of them could slip on a banana peel and allow the other to walk away victorious.
Stormy: Introducing his opponent, from Las Vegas, Neveda, weighing at 175 lbs, he is the self-proclaimed “King Of Controversy”……JASON STEVENS!!!!!!
The oppening riff for "Room For One More" is herd over the PA, as soon as the baseline kicks in Jason emerges from the back with his mentor Steve Ramone following him close behind alongside Carrie, the crowd are mixed in there reaction to the trio as whilst they hate Jason they love Steve, Jason rolls into the ring and bounces of the ropes as Steve and Carrie take up positions at ringside.
Tex: And all his posse are around the ring.
Duff: Oh shut up Tex! They can’t harm Ronin, can they?
Tex: No, but you know what they say, Duff – strength in numbers.
Duff: Look at Ronin right now, Tex – you honestly think he’s that bothered by Jason’s posse right now?
The bell rings as the two stare each other down in the middle of the ring. Then Jason locks horns with Ronin and tries to push him back, but Ronin’s overpowering strength wins instead and Jason staggers back and hits the lower-left turnbuckle hard. Ronin goes for a running splash, but Jason sidesteps to the right and Ronin hits his face hard on the top of it. Jason turns him around and gets a good chest slaps into Ronin’s chest, Ronin clutches his chest as he absorbs the hits, allowing Jason to get on the top of the turnbuckle and strike down at Ronin’s face with hard punches into his forehead, the crowd counting each strike. However, that quickly ends as Ronin grabs both sides of Jason’s tights and slams him to the mat with a powerbomb. Ronin goes for his first pin, but Jason gets the shoulder up at two. Getting up, Ronin then drags Jason back by holding both wrists and pulling him back. He made the mistake of crouching and trying to grab Jason’s hair in order to pull him up, as Jason’s foot shot up and connected with a brutal shot to the face. Ronin staggers back a few inches, the pain shooting up inside his head. Jason kips up, lands on his feet, then turns and runs towards Ronin, hitting him an improvised enziguri! This doesn’t do much to Ronin, except for him to be forced onto one knee from the jarring impact. Jason Stevens doesn’t waste much time, grabbing Ronin’s head, forcing it down with his right knee connecting, blood spurting from Ronin’s nose as he falls back to the ground. Jason goes for the pin, but Ronin uses his strength to push him away a few feet at the count of two. Jason gets up on one knee, stunned by Ronin’s power, but regroups himself and starts to kick Ronin as he gets up, Ronin doing his best to block them, but some do strike a chord. Jason attempts a kick to the side and Ronin grabs the foot, then trips his foe with his other leg, pinning Jason down as Ronin uses his left fist to punch Jason several times in the face. Jason tries to use his other free foot to push him away, but doesn’t succeed until a few punches later. As Ronin lets go and stays back, Jason regains his footing. He was a bit slow though as Ronin charged forward, pushing Jason hard into the upper-left corner and starts to smack away with a quick, swift combo of punches that hit everywhere. That combo takes out Jason’s wind, but Ronin made the mistake of reaching back for far too long with his right fist and then attempting to jam it forward. Jason saw the fist coming and ducked from it, hitting Ronin in the groin with a fast punch, Ronin clutching his jewels. The referee was not quick enough to see it, so the hit registered. The crowd instantly boos Jason Stevens for his quick act as Ronin tumbles down to the ground.
Tex: There’s just no way that Jason Stevens can take the fight like this! Damnit!
Duff: Ronin needs to recover in time or else he’s walking away from the match as a loser for tonight!
Jason grins at his work as he drags Ronin to the center of the ring and pins him. Somehow, Ronin manages to get a shoulder up as the referee slapped the mat twice. But Jason wasn’t happy with the referee count as he looked at him with intense anger as the referee brings up two fingers, saying to him that it was a two-count and not three. The two immediately argue about the count as Ronin slowly gets himself up and standing over Jason, who is unaware of his rising. Jason shakes his head back and forth and turns his attention back to Ronin, but it’s too late as Ronin brings out a devastating clothsline that instantly makes Jason Stevens flip a few times in the air and crashing to the mat, face first. Ronin rolls him over on his back and then, as if it was a lazy, smooth effort, quickly hooked the leg and the referee slapped the mat three times, the bell quickly ringing.
Stormy: Here is your winner – RONIN!!!!!!!!!!!
Duff: Jason thought that he would find another way to win, but his method simply did not work.
Tex: Ronin takes care of business, leaving Jason temporarily knocked out. Looks like Jason’s in for a long night!
Ronin steps onto the top right turnbuckle and raises his arms, celebrating his victory as the referee checks on Jason, making sure that he’s still breathing as the camera fades into a commercial for the next PPV.
Winner: Ronin
The camera comes alive somewhere backstage as Metamania and his wife, Freya, heads out towards the gorilla position. Suddenly, they are stopped by Jade Green, who rushes towards the champion with a microphone in her hand. Standing next to him, she asks him a single question.
Jade: Metamania, each and every week, you have been forced to defend the Universal title and some of those wins have ended up in controversy, especially given the last few weeks. With the odds stacked very high against you, what is your game plan to face off against what many fans think are to be some of the best the AWA has to offer currently?
Metamania: My game plan, Jade, is to strike hard and fast. I also have every intention of becoming unpredictable and not allowing my opponents to guess my moves. They all have some type of history with me, so I know how they all work. I've done my homework all week long and now, it is time for me to step up and finally do what I've always wanted to do with the Universal championship and that's to show the world that I am now the best as what I do. Goth and many others have tried to end my Universal title reign, but have been very unsuccessful in doing so. This week, I will do everything I can to make sure that the result stays the same. Of course, I'm not invincible. I am human and I know that some mistakes are bound to happen from me and from my opponents. I won't try to make many mistakes at all - that's what a good champion does, such as myself! So this week, Jade, three out of four opponents have talked a lot of trash against me all week long. That's fine with me, since it is their belief and their right to speak what's on their mind. But as soon as I step into the ring with them, I won't be running or hiding and neither will they. I plan on giving it everything I got against my opponents, for I believe in myself, first and foremost! You don't need to be a wolf or some ridiculous, dare I say it, s***y celebrity to thrive around in this business. You just need to be yourself, plain and simple! And that's what will carry me to greater heights as soon as I finish my job and walk out as the Universal championship! Fact is, Jade, you gotta make each and every title match count, do the best that you can anyway! That's how I see it - if I win, it's because I did it the right way, honorably. However, if someone unfortunately rushes into the fray and taint the win for me, I won't be happy about it. At all. You don't walk into my world and try to screw up with my business, like how Goth tried to last week. I'm giving him a VERY strict warning - if he or any of his goons or anyone else not involved in their clan try to screw with me, they will be paying the price dearly. I can handle my affairs on my own. No one else can help me! That said, Fang, Marissa, Hank Henry III, and lastly Erik Black - all four of you heard me and now, all four of you will fall beneath my boot. I already gave you to speak out your arguments, but in the end, it was all for naught. Be prepared to reap the whirlwind, "lady" and "gents" and enjoy your ride for tonight - because you'll be coming back home with NOTHING BUT SHATTERED PRIDE! I'll see you in the ring shortly, folks!
Nodding to Jade Green, Metamania and his wife leave Jade as he lowers the microphone and stares after the couple as the scene fades to black and opens up inside the arena, with the crowd going nuts once more.
Sebastian Wimbley vs. Bill Barnhart
Tex: The man with a lot of money is about to enter a dangerous match against one of the Family’s stable members, Bill Barnhart.
Duff: I think this is Sebastian’s first match, so let’s see how he deals with it, shall we?
Stormy: Ladies and gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall and it is a ladder match! Introducing first, from Montpelier, Vermont, weighing at 233 lbs…..SEBASTIAN WIMBLEY!!!!!!!!!
The Four Seasons - Spring hits the PA system and I walk onto the stage looking very pompous. I stand on the edge of the ramp and put my arms behind my back, close my eyes, put on a smile, and turn my nose up. I walk down the ramp with with a strut and my nose still in the air. When I get to the bottom of the ramp I stop and take a long look at the crowd before giving them a displeasing look before walking to steps. I walk up and give the crowd another displeasing look before wiping my feet on the edge of the ring and entering above the second rope. I stand in the middle of the ring and again put my hands behind my back and smile for the cameras, all while having my nose still in the air.
Tex: He doesn’t look that nervous, but as he glances up the ladder, he just wants to reach the top and win very quickly.
Duff: Bill Barnhart will have something to say about that very shortly.
ONE WAY OR ANOTHER by Blondie hits the speakers. The TRON crackles to life and we see a close-up shot of Bill Barnhart and Iris his English Bulldog. The TRON then shifts scenes to seversl 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 (Iris is not always present at Bill's matches though). Bill comes out dressed in his Dark Pink Business Suit with Light Pink Shirt and Dark Pink Tie. Iris is dressed in her Pink Diamont-Studded Dog Collar. 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 (and Iris if she is accompanying him). 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 walks around the ring, then he removes is suit jacket, tie and shirt, and his suit pants, to reveal his wrestling attire consisting of (one of the following: Pink Wrestling Outfit with Black Trim with Black Heart sewn over heart or the Black Wrestling Outfit with Pink Trim with Pink Heart sewn over heart.) Bill then takes up residence in a corner and stares down Sebastian as the ladder is already on the middle of the ring.
Tex: Already Bill Barnhart is climbing up the ladder, hoping to gain the win quicker than we thought!
Duff: But Sebastian easily pulls him down and throws him off the ladder, Bill crashing to the mat with resounding force!
As Bill lands on the mat, Sebastian kicks him down like a dog for a few moments, then picks him up and goes for a suplex, which Bill Barnhart is able to slither his way out of. He then strikes Sebastian three times to the face and then tries to Irish whip him into the ladder, but Sebastian reverses the move and sends Bill hitting the steel ladder hard on the face. Bill staggers back and Sebastian executes a german suplex from behind, the two men landing on the mat. But Sebastian Wimbley is back on his feet and is trying to reposition the ladder onto the middle. He gets smashed in the back with a huge axe smash, then Bulldog picks him up and drops him with an Atomic Drop. Bill’s opponent stumbles around and as he turns, he is greeted by a vicious clothsline. Bill is able to shake off the cobwebs as Sebastian is trying to crawl over to the ropes. He is about halfway there when Bill suddenly drags him back and then plants two elbow drops onto his chest. But on the third one, Sebastian is able to roll to his left, Bill hitting nothing but the floor. Sebastian gets up on his feet first, then picks up Bill and hammers at him with multiple punches to Bill’s stomach, then he grabs his head and headbutts him, stunning him. But as Sebastian Wimbley goes for a big boot, Bill somehow manages to sidestep the move in time and that sends Sebastian caught in the ropes. That allows Bill to punch Wimbley a few times to the head to keep him there, then he sets the ladder onto the middle and starts to climb the big ladder, looking at the big briefcase. Sebastian Wimbley struggles furiously to get his legs out of the ropes, which he does so a few minutes later. Then he rushes to the right side and also climbs up the ladder. The two meet at the top and begin to exchange punches, neither one getting the advantage. Wimbley manages to get two swift hooks into Bill’s face and it looks like Bill is staggering around, almost as if he is about to drop. Sebastian goes for one last hook to finish off Bill, but Bill ducks underneath the rope and counters with a devastating uppercut that leaves Sebastian jumping from his position and crashing to the floor with a tremendous mat. With a smirk on his face, Bill reaches the top and unhooks the briefcase from the top and raises his arms high as the bell is immediately called.
Stormy: Here is your winner – BILL BARNHART!!!!!!!!!
Winner: Bill Barnhart
The scene switches backstage to the office of John Irons. He can be seen sitting behind a desk contemplating something. He looks to the camera before speaking, and has a look about him that doesn't seem quite right.
Irons: I understand your concerns, and trust me....she is in the best of hands as we speak.
Mr. Swanson: That son of a bitch caught her off guard and she had to be carried off into an ambulance! I want answers now! Where is she you overgrown ape?
Irons: There is no need for name calling, Mister Swanson. As I'm sure money isn't an object for you, trust me when I tell you she is in the best of hands.
Mr. Swanson: That isn't good enough! I want to speak to your manager!
Irons: My manager?
Mr. Swanson: Yes, your superior, the man in charge here you steroid junkie!
Irons laughs to himself a moment before sitting up in his chair and stands, towering over the smaller Mr. Swanson.
Irons: I AM the man in charge here. I make the rules, and I pay the paychecks. Now you sit down and listen to me you little prick! Your daughter is of legal age in this business, especially in this country. When she is employed under my care, she is my ward. Mr. Gold will be dealt with personally, and your daughter is getting the best of care that money can buy. For you to come barging in here and making demands will not get you anywhere, so I suggest unless you want escorted out of my building by yours truly, you calm the fuck down.
There is a moment of silence as Mr. Swanson appears to be shaken. It would appear that no one has ever spoken to him like that before and he was taking it all in as he sat down. When he was satisfied, Irons continued.
Irons: Now as far as your daughter is concerned, I am addressing that. I have talked it over with my partner and she will be having a title match soon, just as long as the doctor gives her the go ahead to compete. She will get her turn for gold, so no worries there. As far as our General Manager goes, since I can't technically fire him, I'll suspend him from being at the next event. If he decides to pursue matters further I'll put him in a match against Stacy Kissinger and Marissa, and Bulldog Bill Barnhart. It will be a three on one handicapped match where he's sure to lose. Now if you don't mind, I have a show to run. Get the hell out of my office.
Mr. Swanson looks up at the big man and shakes his head. He gets up to leave in a hurry but trips over himself and is seen tumbling out of Irons' office. The shot closes in on John smirking as the scene switches to commercial.
The show comes back on from commercial. It was an inspiring moment Hank Henry III wanted to cut a promo, so he wanders with Chaplin around backstage hunting the elusive Wandering Interviewer he can’t find one he finds one of the referees. Hank figures this would have to do.
“Honest” Hal Smith: Hey Hank.
Hank: Hello Hal Smith.
“Honest” Hal Smith: What’s up?
Hank pulls out his wallet and opens it flipping through a wad of bills before pulling out a Canadian ten from his wallet, and puts it Pocket of “Honest” Hal Smith, the gives “Honest” Hal Smith, and the ref a stoic thumbs.
Hank: I’m sorry Hal Smith, but Fang paid me to do this.
And Hank head butts Hal Smith, the takes stumble where Chaplin is there to trip him. As Hal starts getting up, Hank gets him square in the jaw with a left and it’s over. Hank turns on Camera that’s been following him around.
Hank: See Fang? See what you done? How low are you going to sink to win this? I already know you paid Erik Black to take the dive you for, you don’t think Marissa and I don’t talk? I talk to her more than that Wimbley guy, I know you offered her Five thousand dollars to just stay out of the way, and I bet you gave Meta the exact same call, and I know that lying son of a probably took it.
Hank: Thank you.
Chaplin just nods.
Hank: I want to know Fang? Why didn’t you call me? You don’t think I couldn’t use five thousand bucks? I’d take the fall for you for five, Hell John Irons is paying fifty bucks to break Metamania’s arm, I probably would of taken the dive for at least that. But instead you’ve left me know choice but to fight to the bitter end. Just remember the blood is on you hands.
And they wander off as the Camera focuses on “Honest” Hal Smith lying on the floor.
Metamania vs. Hank Henry III vs. Erik Black vs. Fang
Stormy: The following is your main event contest and is scheduled for one fall!
That announcement brings cheers from the Madrid crowd as the lights go out as the first notes of “I Will Not Bow” begin to play on the PA. A spotlight shines on the entrance ramp. In that light stands Erik Black. He has a black towel draped over his head. He stares intently at the ring, before slowly making his way down to the ring. He never takes his eyes off it. Erik slides under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring. The lights come back on as Erik takes the towel off of his head and throws it into the audience. The whole time the crowd just shakes their head in displeasure as they look on at the member of Goth’s Family.
Stormy: Introducing the challengers…first, from Los Angeles, California…weighing in at 225 pounds, he is “Simply The Best”…Eriiiik Blaaaack!!!
Tex: We all know one thing. Erik Black is only in this match because Goth put him here to bring home the big gold to the Family…mainly to screw over Fang.
Duff: Meh… I’m just pissed off at the announcement that we received from Goth’s office during the break. Poor young Miss Swanson has officially been removed to the main event due to the attack earlier tonight by our General Manager! No tits to look at!!! WAAAAH!!!
Tex: I’m sure you’ll survive Duff.
“Rolling” by Soul Coughing begins to play as 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 a bit as Hank Henry looks into the ring at Erik Black. When he gets to the ringside, he goes up onto the apron, walks along one side of it and then slips into the ring and goes to a corner. Chaplin sets up shop in the same corner, but out on the ringside floor.
Stormy: Now entering the ring, from Ellis, New York…weighing in at 248 pounds…Hank Henry the Third!!!
The crowd gives off a mixed reaction, but that quickly fades as the arena is once again plunged into darkness. A beat starts in the background and is followed by Rihanna beginning to sing the beginning of “Run This Town”. Red and blue strobes like police lights begin to go off as a form rises from underneath the stage. Jay-Z’s part begins and a spotlight shines on the figure at it shows to be Fang. He is standing in the light in a Black Armani suit. His head is bowed as the music plays. He then looks up as he is joined in the entrance way of the stage by Big Vic Gillot. The two men walk down to the ring. The strobes still going off. More men in black suits walk behind the Man in Black. They surround the ring as he gets in. The lights go back to normal as the music fades. Fang takes off the suit jacket to reveal a white t-shirt underneath. He folds the jacket and hands it to Vic. Fang nods to Vic and the men around the ring and they walk backstage as Fang looks both at Erik and Hank intently, waiting for the last participant to enter the ring.
Stormy: And now in the ring, from Long Pond, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 220 pounds…he is FAAAAAAAAAANG!!!!!
The crowd begin to cheer as they know that the AWA Universal Champion is about to come out from the backstage area. They all begin to get psyched for his appearance, but there is a few more seconds of pause before finally the sounds of an alarm, along with gunfire, blare over the speakers as does the whirling of helicopter blades before the guitars and drums kick off Disturbed's Indestructible. As Metamania steps out from behind the curtain and stands at the center of the top of the ramp, two pyros, one from each side, blast a few times. Freya, dressed in her sexy wrestling outfit, walks over to her man, standing next to him and the two take each other's hand and start walking down the ramp aisle. They break off so that they can greet the fans with handshakes, high fives, and smiles, the crowd happy to see Metamania as they roar loudly. As they reach ringside, Metamania jumps on the apron side of the ring, then sits on the bottom rope while pulling the top rope up, looking at his wife, smiling widely. Freya returns his smile with her own as she steps through the ropes, then Metamania follows suit. The One And Only walks over to both Stormy Canyon and the referee, shaking their hands and greeting them with his trademark smile. Then he walks over to the center of the ring, faces down the camera looking back at him, and raises his right hand in the air, immediately clenching his fist. The arena lights go off as green pyro shoots from all four corners of the ring four times. The song then fades away, the lights go back up, and Freya grabs her man and kisses him passionately before the couple breaks it off. She then exits the ring, lands on the concrete floor, and watches her man closely, beginning to shout support and encouragement as the referee calls for the match to start. The bell goes off at ringside and the four begin to all look at one another.
Duff: They should all be very happy that Marissa isn’t in this. She’s smarter than all 4 of them! She would have easily won.
Tex: Oh get over it! This is still a very big match!
Duff: Maybe for you…
The four in the ring look at one another for a few more moments before Fang goes to spear Metamania since he’s just to the left of him. Erik Black meanwhile goes to attempt a rear naked choke on Hank, but Hank is able to block it. He moves to around Erik and applies an armbar, really attempting to wrench it in. Erik just shakes his head and is able to twist it back around on Hank. Chaplin oohs at ringside as Erik takes advantage now, pushing Hank into the corner, right up against the turnbuckle. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring Metamania was able to avoid the spear from Fang and Fang has landed in between the middle and top rope. Metamania has since delivered a kick to the midsection of Fang and has already begun to take over in that corner. The referee advises the champion to pull Fang out of the corner and Metamania does so gladly.
Of course with the referee focusing in on Metamania and Fang, he doesn’t see Erik Black land a low blow to Hank Henry. Chaplin is a bit enraged on the outside and goes to pull one of Hank’s forks out of his coat pocket. He however sees the referee coming and thinks better of it. Erik brings Hank out of the corner a bit and performs a hip toss that Hank tries to block, but is unsuccessful in doing so. Erik completes the toss but then quickly scoops Hank up from the ring and delivers a spike DDT for good measure. Erik then goes for the first pinfall of the match. The referee counts. 1…2…
Tex: Nope! Hank kicks out at this early stage in this very big match which will set the tone for AWA’s future!
Duff: Pfft…the only future AWA deserves to have is Marissa Swanson as its champion. She’s the only one that’s brash and confident enough to be our centerpiece.
Tex: What did I say a few moments ago? Jeez!