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                           American Wrestling Alliance
                                 Proudly Presents
                         AWA Saturday Night Wrestling

                         Live from the WKIK Studios
                                   Dallas, Texas
                                    May 9, 2009
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[As we fade in, we hear the closing theme to the Andy Griffith show as
the shot starts to fade and the sounds of "One More Saturday Night" by
the Grateful Dead start to play.

A large white map of the United States fills the screen as the music
plays.  The shot zooms through the map, different states "popping up"
into view as we race past them.  As we pull back from the map, it no
longer is white but rather made up of the Stars and Stripes.

The map goes into a spin, spinning round and round as we zoom all the
way into it, dissolving into a few slow motion shots of animated men
battling in a red, white, and blue ring.  The animation runs through
various wrestling moves from an atomic drop to a bodyslam to a
piledriver.

And as the blue animaniac applies a clawhold on the white animaniac, we
freeze and the AWA logo fills the screen.

After a moment, we fade away from the cheaply done intro to inside the
WKIK Studios where we find our two favorite announcers.

One is clad in a dark navy suit, white dress shirt, and red and white
striped tie.  He sports nicely-styled salt and pepper hair and a
well-groomed moustache.  He grips a wireless mic in his hand, grinning
widely at the camera.  In his late-50's and the epitome of
professionalism, this man is Gordon Myers.

By his side is... well, somewhat a bit more flashy.  With a mic in one
hand and a glitter covered briefcase in the other, this man is paunchy
to say the least.  He's got a decent sized gut pushing at the buttons on
his lime green dress shirt underneath an eye-burning yellow jacket.  His
black hair is tousled in all directions like he hasn't run a comb
through it in his life.  His teeth appeared to have been whitened
recently... perhaps several times even as he flashes a huge smile.  He's
in his late 30's... he's former manager "Big Bucks" Bucky Wilde.

They're standing in front of a bluish gray standard television studio
set where you can see the AWA logo splashed across the wall above a
small television monitor.  Wilde lifts his glittering briefcase with a
flourish, slapping it down onto a wooden "desk" in front of them as
Myers begins to speak.]

GM:  Good evening, fans, and welcome to another edition of AWA Saturday
Night Wrestling featuring all the stars of the American Wrestling
Alliance, _the_ major league of professional wrestling.  It is a special
night here in the WKIK Studios because this will be the last night we're
here in this building for the entire summer, Bucky.

BW:  #On the road again... I just can't wait to get on the road
again...#

GM:  Better keep your day job.

BW:  You keep talkin' like that and you won't get to keep yours, Gordo. 
I just can't wait to get out of this cramped, hot building with all
these rejects and wannabes and get out to see America... and all the
other rejects and wannabes.

GM:  Would you stop?

BW:  Seriously, Gordo... we're in Houston for Memorial Day Mayhem? 
Houston?  What kind of self-respecting wrestling company puts on a show
in Houston?

GM:  Oh brother.  Fans, we've got a great show for you here tonight. 
Gary Bright will be in action!

BW:  The Gold Bomber's gonna be tossin' people to the floor just like
he'll do in two weeks time in that Rumble.

GM:  Raphael Rhodes and Juan Vasquez will both be in action, getting
ready for their singles match showdown in Houston.

BW:  The final chance to get yourself ready for that big showdown. 
It'll be interesting to see who looks sharper.

GM:  Plus, our big Main Event with Adam Rogers looking for a little bit
of payback from our last time out when he was jumped and battered by
both Adrian Freeman and Calisto Dufresne.  Tonight, the Natural gets
Freeman one-on-one.

BW:  It's the other way around, daddy!  Freeman's been waiting for
MONTHS to get a chance to take on a big time player like Adam Rogers in
a singles match.  Tonight, he finally gets that chance and it's gonna be
a sight to see, I tell ya, a sight to see.

GM:  I can't wait for that one.  And speaking of things I can't wait
for, kicking off tonight's show, we've got the long-awaited AWA in-ring
debut of Shane Destiny!  Let's go up to the ring to Melissa!

[Cut to the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing.]

MC: Our opening match is scheduled for one fall, with a ten minute time
limit! Introducing first, weighing in this evening at 201 pounds,
hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota... 

DRAAAAAAAKE DAVIDSONNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

[Davidson claps a few times, trying to get the audience to cheer for
him.]

MC: And his opponent, weighing 249 pounds, and fighting out of Las
Vegas, Nevada... 

SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE
DESTINYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

["True Faith" by New Order filters through the loudspeakers, as Shane
Destiny strides out of the entrance, sporting simple black trunks, black
kneepads, and white wrestling boots with black trim and laces. His left
wrist and hand is taped heavily, whereas his right wrist is neatly
taped. Destiny looks at the ring at his opponent, then looks over at the
broadcasting team, shouting "_this_ is suitable competition?"]

BW: Shane Destiny is clearly not pleased with his opponent tonight. He's
going to destroy this kid.

GM: Well, Mr. Destiny also has not had a match on television in years,
but I really doubt that our matchmakers would bow to the pressure that
he's been putting on them lately.

BW: Are you kidding? Destiny is a worldwide star! How can anyone treat
him this way?

[Destiny climbs into the ring, glaring a hole through Davidson, who
shrinks away from Destiny's gaze. The music fades and the bell sounds,
and Destiny merely raises a hand to wave Davidson towards him.]

GM: Destiny is almost daring Drake Davidson to charge him.

BW: I think he wants to see what Davidson can do before he attacks.
Destiny moved to Las Vegas to train with a boxing and grappling gym,
from what I discussed with him earlier. Everyone always says Destiny's
one-dimensional... he's been looking to change what people think about
him.

GM: There's nothing wrong with being a great technical wrestler, though!

[Davidson looks around, almost trying to find an answer from the crowd,
when suddenly...

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

... he's met with a charging clothesline in the corner from a man
obviously tired of waiting.]

BW: Good _lord_!

GM: Destiny just crushed that young man in the corner! One clothesline
and Davidson is face-down on the mat!

[Destiny looks down at his opponent and scoffs, poking the fallen
Davidson with his boot.]

BW: Yeah, he's mad now.

[Davidson grabs Destiny by the kneepad to pull himself up, but Destiny
drives an elbow right into the crown of Davidson's head, then begins to
berate the young Minnesotan.]

GM: Destiny with a powerful elbowsmash, and now he's putting the bad
mouth on him as... WHOA!

[Destiny grasps Davidson by the throat and, in one fluid motion, yanks
him up to his feet, then turns the choke into a bearhug, which then,
very quickly, becomes a belly-to-belly suplex, with Davidson crashing to
the mat with a resounding thud.]

GM: Destiny just suplexed this kid almost through the ri-...

BW: Wait, whoa whoa whoa, put the camera on the entrance!

[The camera cuts to the entrance, where Tumaffi stands by watching. The
crowd, realizing Tumaffi is there, pops loudly, enough to catch
Destiny's attention, as a sick smile crosses his face. Destiny then
screams at Tumaffi, loud enough for the camera to pick up... 

"YOU WANT DANGEROUS?! YOU WANT STRONG?! WATCH THIS!

... as Destiny boots a rising Davidson right in the forehead,
immediately busting open Davidson's eyebrow.]

GM: Oh no... fans at home, if you have a weak stomach or there are
children present, please leave the room now.

BW: This is going to get ugly and ugly fast!

[Destiny kneels down and peppers Davidson's eyebrow, turning the small
cut into an outright gash.]

GM: Come on, ref! Get in there! He's trying to hurt this kid!

BW: You're right for once! Tumaffi called Destiny weak and small!

GM: But Buck, Drake Davidson is a 201-pound rookie!

BW: And the AWA officials deemed him "suitable competition"!

GM: What a crock!

[Destiny yanks Davidson up to his feet, locking his hands around
Davidson's left thigh, and catapulting him through the air with a
teardrop suplex! The crowd gasps as Davidson lands right on the back of
his head, folding in half.]

BW: Whoa.

GM: Okay, you've proved your point, Shane, just pin him and get it over
with.

[Destiny plants one boot on the chest of Davidson, as the referee begins
his count.]







ONE!







TWO!







THREE!

[The bell sounds, as Destiny looks at Tumaffi, who simply shakes his
head.]

MC: Here is your winner... 

SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE 
DESTINYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

[Destiny looks at Tumaffi confused, as Tumaffi mouths the words "not
strong enough". This sends Destiny into a rage, as he picks Davidson up
again, scissoring his head... ]

GM: Oh come on! The match is over!

[... cinches Davidson and lifts into the air... ]

BW: Tumaffi said it wasn't enough!

[... flips him into the air, so he faces away from Destiny as he rides
on his shoulders... ]

GM: Someone stop this! He's going to kill him!

[... and crashes down to the mat at high velocity via a powerbomb,
bouncing on the mat and sending a small splatter of blood into the air.]

GM: That was absolutely uncalled for! Wait... wha-...

[Destiny kneels over the fallen Davidson, punching away at the bleeding
eyebrow, as the referee keeps trying to pull him off. When Destiny
shoves him to the ground, leaving a bloody handprint on his shirt, the
referee glares at Destiny and then waves for the bell again.]

BW: Wait, what just happened?!

GM: You've got to believe Destiny's going to be fined for that one! He's
snapped!

[Several other referees stream past Tumaffi to pull Destiny off of the
prone Davidson, as Melissa Cannon's voice comes over the loudspeakers
again.]

MC: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that the referee has
_reversed_ his decision! Shane Destiny has been disqualified for
attacking an official! Your winner is Drake Davidson!

[A smattering of cheers for the reversed decision.]

GM: A moral victory for Drake Davidson, but Shane Destiny doesn't care!

BW: What is he doing now?

[Destiny walks out of the ring, his right hand covered in blood. He
walks over to Tumaffi, and says... 

"His blood is on your hands."

Destiny then takes his blood-soaked hand and...

SLAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!]

GM: Oh no.

BW: That was ill-advised...

[... slaps Tumaffi right across the face, leaving a light handprint
across Tumaffi's face from Drake Davidson's plasma. Tumaffi's eyes fill
with rage, as he then swings wildly at Destiny, barely clipping Destiny,
but still enough to send Destiny to the floor. Destiny scrambles to his
feet as soon as possible, trying to get away from Tumaffi as quickly as
he can, barely escaping the Samoan's fury through the entrance, and
Tumaffi follows quickly.]

GM:  Has Shane Destiny lost his mind?!

BW:  I'm really starting to wonder that myself.

GM:  He just got himself disqualified, he outright _ruins_ a promising
hopeful's career, and now he _slaps_ Tumaffi?!

BW:  This is getting... whoa.

GM:  Not exactly the most eloquent statement but I tend to agree.  Fans,
this rivalry between Destiny and Tumaffi is heating up to a fever pitch,
just in time for summer... and just in time for Memorial Day Mayhem! 
Jason Dane is standing by in the Memorial Day Mayhem Control Center with
more information on the big, big show.  Take it away, Jason!

[We fade from the announce duo to a funky looking Memorial Day Mayhem
graphic with "CONTROL CENTER" typed out in bold font underneath it.  The
graphic dissolves to a makeshift studio setting where Jason Dane is
seated behind a desk shuffling some paperwork.]

JD:  AWA fans, welcome once again to the Memorial Day Mayhem Control
Center where we're going to get you all the news fit for print on the
big Memorial Day Mayhem 2009 card coming up in just about two weeks'
time.

As we announced last time, MDM will be LIVE from the Arena Theatre in
Houston on May 25th to kick off our big summer tour.

Three matches are on the card so far... Raphael Rhodes vs Juan Vasquez,
The Bishop Boys vs Rough N Ready, and the big invitational Rumble to
determine who is the #1 contender to Kolya Sudakov's National Title and
who will receive a shot at that title on the 4th of July.

In the past two weeks, we know ten names out of the thirty who will be
in that match...

[A graphic comes up on the screen with ten pictures:

-- Pure X
-- Adam Rogers
-- Marcus Broussard
-- Gary Bright
-- Estrella Fugaz [SWLL]
-- Jackson Ross
-- Colt Patterson
-- Soup Bone Samson
-- Eric Matthew Somers of Rough N Ready
-- Dave Cooper of Rough N Ready]

JD:  And now, we can add five more to the list...

[The graphic of the ten men changes to a photo of one.]

JD:  The technician from Australia... Adrian Freeman!

[The photo changes.]

JD:  The former World Champion and big, big powerhouse... Scott Pain!

[The photo changes.]

JD:  The man we just saw in action... Shane Destiny!

[The photo changes.]

JD:  The largest man in the entire AWA... Tumaffi!

[The photo changes.]

JD:  And in celebration of the AWA's Open Door policy, this man...

[Fade in to a large wrestler who stands in front of a backdrop with the
initials "MBC" on it. Said wrestler is dressed in a red singlet with the
words "PURE POWER" in white lettering on the front.]

Wrestler: I know what you're thinking... MBC. That promotion that isn't
like the others... that promotion filled with a bunch of people who are
outside the norm... well, that would be putting it diplomatically.

But make no mistake about it: The MBC is home to some fine talent...
including wrestlers who some would say don't really fit the mold of what
is thought of when it comes to MBC.

And I, Jerry "Pure Power" Titus might be considered one of them.

[And now you know the identity of this wrestler.]

JT: I come from a wrestling family... some people may know my aunt
Stephanie Harper pretty well. You may not know my family otherwise...
but some would say I'm trying to live up to the legacy of success my
family built, even if it happened in promotions few would be familiar
with.

But regardless, I'm working hard to live up to that legacy... and while
the run hasn't been smooth sailing, I like to think I've done well for
myself.

[A nod.]

JT: But even with my MBC schedule keeping me busy, I couldn't help but
notice the open invitation that the AWA was sending out to every
wrestler in the world to participate in their Rumble matchup. What
better way for me to get a bigger taste of the wrestling world out there
than to accept such an invitation.

So the AWA fans will get a chance to see what MBC fans have gotten to
see... as some would describe it, the young up and coming wrestler who
is making a name for himself.

[A slight smile.]

JT: Of course, the way I see it, I plan to do more than just make a name
for myself.

I plan on winning it all.

[And with that, we fade away from the Control Center and back to the
inside of the WKIK Studios where Gordon Myers and Bucky Wilde are
standing.]

GM:  Thanks for that, Jason.  We'll be going back to Jason throughout
the night as he helps to fill in the rest of the holes in that 30 Man
Rumble lineup.  Ladies and gentlemen...

[Gordon looks off-screen for a second, and sighs when he sees who's
coming.]

GM: At this time, we're joined by three men who have a huge challenge
awaiting them at Memorial Day Mayhem. Cletus Lee and Duane Henry, The
Bishop Boys. And, as always, their manager, Cousin Bo.

[The crowd jeers with a passion as Cousin Bo enters the picture with a
big smile on his face, and shakes Bucky Wilde's hand. The Bishop Boys
dutifully follow, Duane Henry barely containing his own smile, and
Cletus Lee looking... about as psychotic as usual.]

GM: Gentlemen, you've now gotten what you wanted. After all of this
harping about competition, you've now got the attention of Dave Cooper
and Eric Matthew Somers, Rough N Ready. I'd say you have more than
enough competition in store for you now. We certainly won't be seeing
you toss these two around like rag dolls.What do you have to say bout
that?

CB: At last. The time has come. At Memorial Day Mayhem, The Bishop Boys
face their first serious challenge, Rough N Ready. I couldn't possibly
be more thrilled.

GM: Thrilled? You do realize that Rough N Ready are one of the top tag
teams in professional wrestling today, right?

CB: Oh, I know that. Look, Myers, however you feel about me and my
cousins, it's irrelevant. What the fans...

[Bo smirks as he looks at the booing crowd.]

CB: ...think they know about usis irrelevant.

[More boos. Seems the crowd doesn't like being called irrelevant.]

CB: And, most importantly, whateverknowledge Sarah Sharpe and her boys
think they could have possibly gained by watching us destroy the two
teams we've faced so far could not possibly be more...

[Bo points a finger at the camera to emphasize his point.]

CB: Thoroughly....

[Bo waves his finger around.]

CB: Utterly....

[Bo loses his smile and looks dead on into the camera as seriously as he
can.]

CB: Irrelevant. Listen, Cooper, let me ask you a question. Do you always
trust your first impression of people? Because you're right, we're not
the Glamour Boyz. We don't need to use looks as a means of getting
people to pay attention to us.

[Bo shakes his head.]

CB: And you're also correct that we're not the War Pigs. We don't need
to hide behind makeup and we don't need to be apathetic embodiment of a
classic rock song to get people to care about what we do.

[Bo shrugs.]

CB: All we've done so far is back up every single word that we've said.

[Bo looks at his cousins.]

CB: Well, what I'VE said, at least. So what I'd like for you totell me
is what galaxy you must be from to think that you have us all figured
out.

[Bo turns to Gordon.]

CB: Myers, tell me something. Do you honestly believe we'd be so stupid
as to play all of our cards at once?

GM: Well, I'm not exactly sure what you're referring to, but no, I don't
think you've shown us your entire hand.

[Bo turns back to the camera.]

CB: You see? Even Myers understands somewhat. What you three need to
realize is we've sawed right through our opponents because we've had to.
Why in the world would I let them show you all that they're capable of?
What idiot does that? There is a LOT more to this team than you think,
and you better wrap your heads around that real quick.

GM: Mr. Allen, I can assure you that Rough N Ready is in no way
underestimating you.

CB: [ignoring Gordon] So then I hear you say that we can't just come out
here and get whatever we want. Really? Isn't that exactly what we've
done? We sure got your attention, didn't we? So if you feel otherwise, I
invite yo- no, no, actually I DEMAND you prove us wrong.

GM: I think that they'd be more than happy to oblige.

[Oh, it's useless, Gordon. He's just not listening.]

CB: And then comes the real laugher. I hear good ol' EMS, the rocket
scientist himself, declare that our biggest challenge is gonna be
dealing with him.

[Bo snickers.]

CB: Because, get this, he likes to beat people up!

[Bo suddenly looks shocked.]

CB: [sarcastically]Oh, golly gee whiz, whatever shall we do? The mean
man wants to hurt us! Oh no!!!

[Bo loses his composure and starts to laugh uproariously.]

CB: Hold on a second.

[Bo steps aside and takes a drink of water, which is Gordon's, of
course, to help him stop coughing from laughing so hard.]

CB: Hey, Einstein, I don't know if you've noticed, but The Bishop Boys
thoroughly enjoy hurting people too!That's what they do. That's their
thing.Seriously, do you even actuallywatch this show? I don't know who's
going to be more disappointed: Rough N Ready, because they apparently
have no clue what they're in for, or the fans, because they'll get to
see what pushovers you two really are.

[The crowd boos at Bo's disrespect. A small part of the crowd has
started a "Shut him up!" chant.]

CB: So do everybody a favor. Study up as much as possible, for whatever
that's worth. Train real hard. Forget all about any other teams.But most
importantly, put your hands together and pray as hard as you possibly
can.

[Bo smiles.]

CB:Because after Memorial Day Mayhem, that's all you're gonna be. A
memory.

[The Bishop Boys walk off together, completely ignoring the increasingly
angry fans.]

BW: Wow. Just wow, daddy. Memorial Day Mayhem's gonna be just as much
fun as Mama's birthday. I can't wait!

GM:  Fans, we'll be right back - don't you dare go away!

[The shot holds on Gordon and Bucky for a bit before fading to black.

After a moment, we fade back up on a very long shot of the exterior of a
pretty dingy looking building.]

"Have you ever dreamed of fame?"

[Cut a little closer.]

"Of glory?"

[A little closer.]

"Of your friends and family seeing you on television?"

[And just a little closer, revealing a red, white, and blue sign that
reads "AWA Combat Corner."]

"Well, now you can make all your dreams come true by signing up today at
the AWA Combat Corner - the official training school for the American
Wrestling Alliance!"

[We cut to the interior of the building where we can see lots of
standard gym equipment surrounding a very basic wrestling ring.  There
are people lifting weights, running on treadmills, and of course,
working out in the ring.]

"With the very best trainers in the business, the AWA Combat Corner is
the most-equipped training facility to get you in shape and get you in
the ring in the shortest amount of time!"

[Cut into the ring where Todd Michaelson is barking out instructions.]

"With former World Champion Todd Michaelson leading the classes, you can
guarantee that you will be prepared for in-ring action upon graduation
and with the AWA expanding by the day, you will have a place to work on
Day One!"

[Two young students are grappling on the canvas.]

"So, stop by the Combat Corner today... call our offices... visit our
website... and let them know that you want to be the next AWA Superstar!
 You want to be the future of the business!

You want to wrestle!"

[Fade to a graphic that has all the info on the AWA Combat Corner.  We
freeze there for a moment...

...and then fade back to live action to the ringside announce area.]

GM:  Welcome back to AWA Saturday Night Wrestling, fans.  You can feel
the excitement in the air as we get one step closer to Memorial Day
Mayhem and the second annual Rumble match.  We've talked over the past
couple weeks about the AWA's Open Door policy being in effect that night
- meaning you just never know who may step up to the plate and attempt
to win a shot at the National Title.  In fact, just moments ago, we
announced that Jerry "Pure Power" Titus would be appearing in the Rumble
in his AWA debut.  But just as many people are jockeying for position
for the final slots in that match, Bucky.

BW:  We've got fifteen spots filled - fifteen more to be announced
tonight before the night is over.  

GM:  And one of the men who hope to make that Final Fifteen is about to
make his AWA debut.  He is a hot young up-and-comer who's been making
the rounds of the independent circuit of late.  He is a second
generation superstar, the son of the late "Iceman" Mark Adams and the
nephew of Jason Storm.  Please join me in welcoming the man they call
"The Legacy"... Mark Adams Junior!

[AC-DC's "If You Want Blood (You've Got It)" begins to blast out over
the PA as a dark-haired young man of mixed Asian descent with
shoulder-length black hair steps out through the curtain and begins to
make his way down to ringside. Dressed in a black silk ring jacket with
an Oriental phoenix on the back, a pair of white karate pants, and
carrying a pair of elaborately carved fighting sticks in his hands, the
young man is accompanied by an emerald-masked giant of a man dressed
exactly like himself as he takes up a position alongside Gordon Myers
and Bucky Wilde at ringside.)

GM: Welcome, Mark, to the AWA, and may I say what a pleasure it is to
have someone of your blueblood lineage here with us tonight at the WKIK
Studios.

MA: Thank you, Mr. Myers, but I certainly don't consider myself a
bluebood. My father, my uncle, and my aunt, Amy Vickers, they all worked
very hard to get where they did in this business and I have no intention
of doing things any differently.

BW: So what's with Goliath here, then, or with those sticks you're
carrying? It sure looks to me like you've bringing along every extra
equalizer you can think of to get ahead.

MA: Mr. Wilde, when I told my family I was coming to the AWA, they
warned me about you, so I came prepared. Goliath, as you so aptly named
my associate here, is, in reality, not an equalizer but an observer. He
is a student of my uncle's and I've agreed to let him observe me in
action as he continues his training as a wrestler.

And these "sticks," as you called them, are Escrima sticks, and it takes
many years of training to use them properly. This set, incidentally, was
left to me by a close friend of the family who passed away last year,
and I carry them with me as a tribute to him.

BW: I notice you didn't say anything about not using your _Escrima_
sticks as an equalizer, though.

MA (sighs): Mr. Wilde, if you're trying to see how far you can push me
before I explode, we'll both be here for a very long time. I've come to
the AWA for one reason and one reason only, sir, and that is to wrestle.
If you or anyone else wants to believe otherwise, you are more than
welcome to your opinions.

GM: And opinions are all that they are, as no one _really_ takes _Bucky_
seriously.

MA: I should hope not. Now, if you two gentlemen will excuse me, I have
a match to wrestle and I would hate to keep the fans waiting any longer
than they have to.

[And, as Mark Adams Junior makes his way to the ring, we cut to Melissa
Cannon as she introduces his opponent.]

MC:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute
time limit.  Introducing first... already in the ring at this time...
from Neptune, California... Keith Mars!

[Not much reaction for the pudgy, balding veteran.]

MC:  And his opponent, now stepping into the ring... from New Orleans,
Louisiana... 6'1 and 200 pounds... "The Legacy"... Mark Adams Junior!

[A decent reaction for the 21-year old who steps through the ropes,
gesturing to his large comrade to stay standing in the corner.]

GM:  So, now we're going to get to see what Mark Adams Jr. has inside
the squared circle, Bucky.

BW:  Another one of these "second generation" stars - makes me sick. 
All of them riding around on their family's name to make it.

GM:  We've heard that from you before regarding Jackson Ross.  You feel
the same away about Adams?

BW:  Until he proves me wrong.

GM:  Well, let's see if he can do that tonight.

[As Adams prepares for the bell to ring, he gets down to his ring
attire, a pair of loose-fitting white martial arts pants and no boots. 
The referee signals for the bell as Adams walks to the middle of the
ring, extending his hand...

...and getting a boot in the gut in response.  Mars delivers a pair of
hard haymakers that knocks Adams back against the ropes.]

BW:  Another do-gooder who expects everyone to fight under his beliefe
of what's fair.  Keith Mars just made him pay for that one.

GM:  You're giving him a hard time because he tried to be a sportsman?

BW:  When it gets you suckerpunched, absolutely.

GM:  Mars with a whip... ohh!  Back elbow takes him down to the canvas!

[A series of hard stomps sends Adams rolling under the ropes out to the
ring apron.  With a sneer at the protesting referee, Mars reaches over
the ropes, grabbing Adams by the hair and dragging him back to his
feet.]

GM:  He's looking to bring Adams in the hard way...

[Hooking him around the head, Mars hoists Adams up into the air for a
suplex...

...but "The Legacy" wriggles free, landing on his feet behind Mars, and
immediately drops down to the canvas, spinning around into a full leg
sweep that takes Mars off his feet.]

GM:  Ohh!  Leg sweep by Adams!

[Adams quickly gets back to his feet, stomping down hard on the stomach
of Mars who sits up sharply...

...and gets DRILLED with a standing spinning back kick to the face!]

GM:  Goodness!  The kicks of Mark Adams Jr. are all over Mars in the
early moments of this one.  Mars is reeling from that spin kick to the
jaw - good grief.  

BW:  That could've knocked him cold, Gordo.  Keith Mars is just lucky
that he's conscious at this point.  Brutal shot.

GM:  Adams drags Mars off the mat, irish whip...

[A big chop connects across the chest of the rebounding Mars, knocking
him flat.]

GM:  Ohh!  Big chop on target!  And you have to admit that Adams is
looking sharp so far, Bucky.

BW:  I suppose.

GM:  He pulls the veteran off the mat, hammerlocking the arm... and
SLAMS him down on the arm!  Big bodyslam on the bent arm.  

[Adams drags him right back up, hammerlocking the arm as he pulls him
into a side waistlock, hoisting him into the air, and dumping him down
on the arm again.]

GM:  Oh!  Belly-to-back suplex... right down on the arm again!

[Adams promptly flips the veteran to his stomach, scissoring the injured
arm between his legs while locking his fingers under the chin of Mars,
yanking back hard in a crossface.]

GM:  Crossface is on!  

BW:  I guess he calls this the Icebreaker Crossface, Gordo.

GM:  Pulling back hard and...


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


MC:  Your winner of the match by submission... 

Mark Adams Junior!

[There's a decent amount of applause for the newcomer as he gets to his
feet, waving to the cheering fans before making his exit from the ring.]

GM:  A nice victory for Mark Adams Jr. here in his debut.  You have to
wonder though if it'll be enough to secure one of those precious Final
Fifteen spots in the Rumble.

BW:  We'll know soon enough.

GM:  Fans, Jason Dane is standing by backstage with a man that we know
will be competing at Memorial Day Mayhem in a long-awaited one-on-one
showdown with Raphael Rhodes... let's go back there now to hear from
Juan Vasquez!

[We fade into a shot backstage, where we see Jason Dane standing beside
Juan Vasquez in front of an AWA banner. Vasquez is dressed in his
trademark tracksuit warm-ups, already prepared to step into the ring
later tonight. He stands by with his hands on his hips as Dane begins to
speak.]

JD: In just a couple weeks, the AWA will hold its second annual Rumble.
However, on that night, there will also be a grudge match several months
in the making. A match between two former tag team partners who have
formed a rivalry so intense, that both have been banned from even being
in the same building several times by AWA officials in fear of the
mayhem that would ensue. Right here, I have one of the men who will be
involved in that match, Juan Vasquez.

[Dane turns to Juan, who acknowledges him with a nod.]

JD: Juan, you and Raphael Rhodes have attacked each other, interfered in
each other's matches and have been on a collision course for several
months now. You two finally get a chance to settle your differences
inside the ring on Memorial Day. Your thoughts? 

JV: Well, there's a lot of things that I could say about Raphael
Rhodes...

[He pauses and smirks.]

JV: ...but then I realize that there's children watchin' at home and I
don't think their parents would appreciate my use of inappropriate
language. 

[He coughs.]

JV: Then again, I really don't think we're at a place where words are
gonna' do any of us any good, anymore.

[Juan turns away from Dane and stares into the camera.]

JV: 'Cause, ya' see...I'm tired of talking about you, Raphael Rhodes.
I'm tired of flappin' my gums at ya', when all I really wanna do is
swing my fists into your face. It ain't like calling your mother a bunch
of dirty names is gonna' solve this problem 'tween you and me, Raph. It
ain't like my words are gonna' mean anything to a thickheaded brat like
you, anyway. If ya' couldn't listen to me when the freakin' tag team
titles were on the line, there ain't much use talkin' at you when my
intention is to make you bleed. 

[Juan pauses as the cheers from the crowd can be heard from the outside.
He nods in approval.]

JV: It's become obvious to me, that the only way anyone can get anything
through that empty skull of yours is by slamming something into it
repeatedly. 

[He holds up a fist.]

JV: So, I ain't got any more words of wisdom for ya', Raph. I ain't got
any silly threats 'bout tearing out your throat with my teeth. I ain't
gonna spit on the...

[He rolls his eyes.]

JV: ..."good name" of the Rhodes family anymore, just 'cause the runt of
the litter keeps nippin' at my heels 'cause he ain't got the talent to
do anything else but be the annoyin' thorn in my side. Heck, I ain't
even gonna' point out the fact that you've got the groomin' habits of a
hobo. 

[Juan shakes his head.]

JV: I'm just gonna' tell you this.

[He turns to Dane and holds out his hand, motioning for his microphone.
Dane obliges and hands off the mic to Vasquez, who takes it and moves in
slightly closer to the camera.]

JV: You've got sixteen days, Rhodes. Sixteen days left to live life at
your best and brightest. Sixteen days left to drink, smoke and sin in
whatever unholy way a delinquent like you does. Sixteen days left to
disappoint your father, to spit on tradition, to continue to live in
ignorance and to keep on being the disrepectful little punk that you've
always been. 

Sixteen days left to enjoy life as you know it!

[Juan smirks...]

JV: 'Cause on Memorial Day? 

[...and then grins deviously.]

JV: I get you inside that ring.

[He laughs.]

JV: *I* get..._YOU_ inside that ring.

[Juan cackles. He's positively giddy.]

JV: In 16 days, Raph, you're mine. 

Mine, mine..._MINE._

And I guarantee that by the time I'm through with you, by the time I'm
done thrashin' ya', beatin' ya', kickin', stompin', punchin', bitin',
and beatin' you ten different shades o' blue? 

Your life ain't ever gonna' be the same again.

[He chuckles ominously.]

JV: I'll see you on the 25th, Raph.

[Juan tosses the microphone back to Dane and walks off camera as we fade
back to ringside.

We pan back to the ring area where a weathered looking veteran stands in
the ring wearing normal yellow trunks, white boots and matching knee
pads. His face is covered by a thick and unkempt beard while his
shoulder length brown hair is messy and untamed. He smacks his arms as
Melissa introduces

MC: Currently in the ring.. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-seven
pounds. Standing six foot even. From Spring Water Texas. Here is..

GRIZZLY JACK!!

GM: Next ladies and gentlemen we have a debut match from a new signing
here in American Wrestling Association. I dont know much about this kid,
but what I saw of his highlight tapes. He could be something special.

BW: His name is Mike Anderson and this kid is only 22 years old Gordie.
What he better learn quickly is the AWA is not for flashy sissies. This
kid better know how to wrestle, plain and simple.

GM: Jason Dane had a chance to talk to Mike Anderson earlier today. Lets
see what he had to say.

[The screen fades to the dressing-room area. In the top left hand corner
of your screens are the words Earlier Today. Jason Dane stands to the
left of our screens while the newcomer, Mike Anderson stands on the
right. 

The youngster is decked out in normal black wrestling trunks with MA in
fancy writing on the left pelvis area. Black knee pads, black wrestling
boots and a black elbow pad on his left arm. His black hair is a stylish
comb over and his face as smooth as a babys bottom. A white towel hangs
around his neck and he rubs his wrists that are covered with white
athletic tape. A confident smirk on his face as Dane gets us started.]

JD: Hello everyone!  Jason Dane here alongside our newest acquisition to
the AWA, Mike Anderson. First off let me be first to say welcome to
American Wrestling Alliance.

[Anderson nods and ignores Jason Danes outstretched hand.]

MA: Dont take it personally Jason, but with all the germs spreading
across this Planet from people who do not practice good hygiene, you
just never know whose hand you are shaking or what you will catch.

[Jason nods in understanding with a confused look on his face as he
brings his hand back. Mike holds onto the towel around his neck as he
continues.]

MA:  But thank-you for the welcome Jason. I am very excited to step into
the ring of the AWA. Im very excited to show the people and everyone in
the back what I can do when that bell rings. Hopefully tonight, they
will see first hand that yes, I may be young, Jason. But I am no
push-over. I want to be National Champion.

JD: Well you have youre first test tonight against the grizzled veteran,
Grizzly Jack. What are your thoughts on him?

[Mike Anderson smirks and puts his hands on his hips.]

MA: It doesnt matter who it is Jason. I treat everybody as a threat. I
treat everyone with the same respect. When I step into that ring I dont
care if Im facing Grizzly Jack or the champion himself, you are going to
get one hundred percent from Mike Anderson. I have no ill will towards
Grizzly Jack, but he will have to pay the price. He will have to be my
sacrificial lamb so to speak, to show everyone else just how quick and
precise, Mike Anderson can take care of business. Now if you will excuse
me Jason [smirks] I have some business to attend to and I need to get
focused.

[Jason Dane watches as Mike Anderson walks by him and out of camera shot
as we fade back to Gordon Myers and Bucky Wilde.]

GM: Quick and to the point Bucky. You have to like that.

BW: A lot of guys have said the same thing Gordie. But until I see it in
the ring, with my own eyes. Im not buying what the young man is selling.
Lets see what hes got first. Then Ill tell you if hes legit, or just
another run of the mill punk!

GM: Lets head down to the ring for Mike Andersons introduction!

MC:  AND HIS OPPONENT! Coming down the aisle at this time. Weighing in
at two hundred and forty-five pounds. He stands six feet, five inches
tall and hails from Memphis, Tennessee. Here is.

MIKE ANDERSON!

['When the Man Comes Around' by Johnny Cash begins to blare. The man
known simply as Mike Anderson, steps out on the entranceway. He looks
around at the crowd with no emotion, simply decked out in black trunks
with 'MA' written on the side in fancy white lettering, black knee pads
andblack wrestling boots.A black elbow pad on his left arm and has white
athletic tape around his wrists. A white towel hangs around his neck,
which he holds with his hands. He coolly walks down to the ring, eyes
focused on the ring. He climbs the ring steps, wipes his boots on the
outside apron then dips through the ropes. He throws the towel in his
corner then stretches by pulling on the top rope as his music fades.]

GM: Here we go!

DING! DING!

[Mike Anderson quickly comes out to mid ring looking to lock up. Both
men circle each other then lock-up. Both jockey for position when
Anderson quickly drops to his knees and sends Grizzly over with Firemans
carry and right into a rear chin lock that he pulls back on hard.]

GM: Mike Anderson trying to show off some of his mat wrestling skills
early here Bucky. A four-time All-American at Ohio State, that is
nothing to sneeze at.

BW: I like his aggression. He is really cranking back on that chin lock
daddy!

[Anderson continues to crank back on the chin lock, He stands to his
feet then drives three clubbing arms into Grizzlies chest still holding
the chin lock with one arm. The ref warns Anderson who releases the chin
lock and puts his hands in the air in an innocent way.. ..before driving
three boots into Jacks sternum.]

GM: Mike Anderson acting like he was going by the rules then driving,
almost trying to dig the tip of his boot right into Grizzly Jacks
sternum.

BW: I dont know. I think I may like this kids style. Hes all business in
there Gordo. Doing whatever it takes to win, I like that!

[Back in the ring Mike Anderson has brought the hurt Grizzly to his
feet.. Three big knife edge chops turn the veterans chest red as he
grabs his chest and squints in pain. Anderson drives an elbow in his
back then takes him over with a big back drop.]

GM: Grizzly wiggling in pain here as Mike Anderson wont give him a
second to recuperate. As soon as he hits one move, he has another lined
up.

BW: That is what you need to do in this business to be a star Gordie! To
be a champion! No messing around. Let everybody know that when you climb
into that ring, its going to be painful!

[Mike Anderson confidently has Grizzly by the hair and picks him up off
the canvas; he lines him up then drives a fist between the eyes dropping
Grizzly to the canvas. As the ref warns Anderson, he rolls Grizzly on
his stomach, wraps his arm around his neck and grabs Grizzlys leg, then
cranks on both. Grizzly screams out in pain, as Anderson snarls..]

GM: Mike Anderson cranking back on the neck and leg at the same time
while putting his knee in the small of his back has to be painful Bucky.
He looks like he is trying to break him in half!

BW: This kid is growing on me after every minute! No mercy from this
youngster.

[Mike Anderson releases the leg then swings his hips over so he is on
Grizzlys back and turns the move into a camel clutch. Cranking back on
the neck. He grabs at Grizzlys beard for more leverage, the ref sees the
infraction and starts a count. Mike Anderson argues, but clubs Grizzly
in the chest before letting go of the hold. Anderson smack talks the
ref, arguing about his innocence. He waves off the ref and turns back to
Grizzly who is now on his hands and knees and in pain. Anderson grabs
him by the locks trying bring him to his feet. Grizzly suddenly explodes
with three punches to the gut, bringing Andersons feet off the canvas
with every blow]

GM: Grizzly coming back here. The veteran took advantage of Mike
Anderson arguing with the ref, now he is on the offensive!

BW: A typical mistake by the rookie. Taking his eyes off his opponent to
argue with the ref and now he is paying the price. Those punches
actually lifting Mike Andersons boots off the canvas!

[The crowd is now starting to warm up to this match as Grizzly mounts
the comeback. Rocking Mike Anderson with lefts and rights as he stumbles
back into the ropes. Mikes chest met with a big chop that makes him jump
up and down in pain. Grizzly feeds off the crowd as he grabs Mike by the
ropes and whips him towards the far ones. Mike bounces off and ducks a
clothesline; he bounces off the other ones and leap frogs a bent over
Grizzly. He ricochets off the other ones again, stops dead and sticks
out a knee to the gut at the following Grizzly who goes head over heels
from the counter.]

GM: Big counter by Anderson! Grizzly was starting to get the advantage,
but just like the tide has turned again.

[Anderson looks angry as he pulls Grizzly up by the hair. He goes for a
punch, but Grizzly ducks and hooks the arm turning it into a backslide.

1,2


GM: Mike Anderson out with a big kick-out after that surprise back slide

BW: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH he just might of took off Grizzlys head with that
clothesline Gordo!

[Indeed. Grizzly is sent ass over tea kettle again from a big lariat.
Anderson, now angry, telling the veteran to get up. Grizzly still
gasping for breath as Mike brought him to his feet, quickly picked him
up around the waist and planted him In the mat with a HUGE spinebuster.
Grizzly lay motionless as Mike Anderson looked out to the crowd, dusted
off his hands then picked up the nearly out Grizzly, hooking his head
with one arm and grabbing his leg with the other, Anderson let out a
yell before bringing the veteran over with a beautiful Fisherman Suplex,
bridging as the pin was attempted.]

1, 2,3!!

MC: The winner of this match by pinfall.

MIIIIIIIKE ANNNNNNNNNNNDERSON!!!

GM: Mike Anderson with a big win in his debut match. What do you think
of this young man Buckly?

BW: I think he could have a big future here in AWA if he keeps up that
ferocity and focus. But it wont be easy baby, it never is in the AWA!

[Mike Anderson exits the ring, wiping his face mockingly with his towel
as he heads to the back.]

GM:  Don't go away, fans - we'll be right back with more great AWA
action!

[We fade away from the WKIK Studios.

After a moment, we fade back up on a shot of Jason Dane and Mark
Stegglet in an apparently moving car.]

JD:  Hey, AWA fans - so much of our lives are now spent on-the-go,
wouldn't you love to be able to keep track of your favorite AWA
superstars when you're away from home?

MS:  I know I would, Jason!  And I'd also love to have a place to put
out all those rumors we hear during the week that never make AWA
Saturday Night Wrestling.

JD:  You've got that right.  Wouldn't it be great if we could combine
both of those ideas into one?

[Suddenly, a giant graphic of an iPhone appears between them!]

JD & MS:  NOW WE CAN!

[A voiceover takes over - thank God.]

VO:  Starting today, you can download AWA Access - a great new
application for your iPhone where you can get all the AWA news, rumors,
and happenings before the rest of the world.  And don't forget to check
out the "exclusive" section for matches that never aired!  AWA Access -
coming to an iPhone near you!

[Fade back to black...

...and then back up on the ringside area where the announce team is
standing.]

GM:  Welcome back, fans.  It's a wild night here in Dallas, Texas, as we
prepare to say goodbye to the WKIK Studios for the summer.  The AWA and
all its stars are going on tour - and well, I have to admit, I'm pretty
excited, Bucky.

BW:  I'm not.  I've got no desire to go on the road and see even more of
these idiots like the ones here tonight.  The devil you know, Gordo, the
devil you know.

GM:  Give me a break.  Well, I know these men are just as excited to get
out there as I am.  Joining us here at ringside at this time, the
newly-formed... or should I say re-formed... team of Colt Patterson and
Scott Pain.  Gentlemen, welcome to AWA Saturday Night Wrestling.

[The veteran duo steps into the frame, both dressed for action.]

CP:  Thanks, Gordon.  You're right, you know.  It's been a long, long
time for both of us to get out there on the road, traveling the country,
meeting all those great fans throughout the South.  For a while now,
we've been in places that ran one state... or heck, one city in some
cases.  It'll be good to get back out there to show the fanms that we're
back and we mean business.

[Gordon grins as he turns to Scott Pain.]

GM:  Scott, I know you guys have been a championship duo in the past. 
So far, here in the AWA, you haven't had the best of luck in singles
action.  Are you expecting bigger things as a tag team?

SP:  Singles, tags, six mans... it doesn't really matter to us, Gordon. 
We're dangerous whenever you put us in the ring in any combination.  But
yeah, Colt and I have had some trouble one on one in there lately so we
thought we'd give this old team another shot.  

GM:  And I'm assuming the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is
Kentucky's Pride and the National Tag Team Titles?

CP:  Absolutely, Gordon.  If you're not in this business to wear
championship gold, you shouldn't be in this business.  We've got nothing
against City Jack and Tin Can Rust...

SP:  Yet.

[Colt grins.]

CP:  Right.  But they are wearing two hunks of leather and gold around
their waists that we'd like to get our hands on.  We've been tag team
champions before and I'm confident we can be tag team champions again.

GM:  Before you can at the champs though, you've got three points to
earn.  Gentlemen, I believe your opponents are in the ring.

[Colt and Scott nod as they walk off camera and we pan up to Melissa.]

MC:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a fifteen
minute time limit.  Introducing first... in the ring at this time... at
a combined weight of 660 pounds... The Shadows!

[Two very bulky men in black and red masks raise their beefy arms.]

MC:  And their opponents... stepping into the ring... at a combined
weight of 590 pounds... the team of Colt Patterson and Scott Pain!

[Patterson and Pain step through the ropes to the cheers of the crowd,
raising their arms to salute the fans.]

GM:  I've been looking forward to this one all night, Bucky.

BW:  Well, it'll be interesting to see if these two guys can recapture
some of that old magic.  It's been a long time since they've teamed
together.  They could be a serious threat towards those tag team titles
though.

GM:  Absolutely.  And it looks like it'll be Scott Pain starting things
off against the Red Shadow.

[The bell rings as the two men move towards one another, Pain quickly
delivering a big knee into the midsection.  With the masked man doubled
up, the big man delivers a crushing forearm sledge down on the back of
the neck, knocking the Shadow to a knee.]

GM:  Scott Pain showing off that brute strength in the early moments of
this one.

BW:  He looks like a man who has no desire to extend this match any more
than he needs to.

GM:  Pain grabs Shadow, whipping him to the ropes...

[The hefty masked man rebounds back...

...and is LIFTED off his feet with a massive clothesline thrown hard at
his chest, knocking him flat on his back on the canvas.]

GM:  Goodness!

BW:  I would've sworn you'd need a wrecking ball to take that big man
down, Gordo.

GM:  A few kicks to the ribs by Pain, dragging the masked man up...

[A standing clothesline is the next blow thrown, toppling the Shadow
over the ropes and down to the barely-padded concrete floor below.  Pain
looks out over the cheering crowd for a moment before stepping over the
ropes to the apron.  He pauses on the apron, looking down...

...and leaps off with a crushing double axehandle down on the back of
the kneeling Shadow's head, knocking him back down to the canvas.]

GM:  Good grief, Bucky!  I didn't expect this much brutality out of this
one.

BW:  Scott Pain is not a nice man, Gordo.  He may get cheered by these
buffoons in the crowd but he is NOT a nice guy.  He's not going to be
out there shaking hands and kissing babies.

GM:  The Shadow back up, rolled under the ropes.  Pain's coming back in
as well.  

[The near seven footer pulls the Red Shadow up, shoving him into the
corner before making the tag to Colt Patterson.  Patterson is quickly in
the ring.]

GM:  Colt Patterson in off the tag... look at this!

[Showing off their combined strength, Pain and Patterson hoist him up
into the air...

...and tossing his 320 pounds in the direction of his corner where a 340
pound Black Shadow tags himself into the match.]

GM:  Tag to the Black Shadow... charging in...

[Patterson catches him coming in, smashing down with a forearm to the
back of the head, easily setting him up for a hard kneelift that knocks
the big man against the ropes.]

GM:  Patterson with a whip...

[The former World Champion charges hard across the ring, connecting with
a clothesline that stuns the big Shadow.  Patterson keeps running,
hitting the side ropes...

...and leaping into the air, connecting with a leaping forearm smash to
the temple of the masked man, knocking him flat.]

GM:  Down goes the Shadow - one!  Two!  And three!


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


MC:  Here are your winners... Colt Patterson and Scott Pain!

[The two veterans exchange a high-five, celebrating their victory
briefly before making their exit.]

GM:  Impressive victory for Pain and Patterson as they earn their first
point and I think they just proved they can be a dangerous threat in
this tag team division, Bucky.

BW:  I can't argue with that... yet.

GM:  Fans, the competition here in the AWA is red hot and I don't think
there's any better place to see that than two weeks from now at Memorial
Day Mayhem!  Jason Dane has got even more names that the Championship
Committee has added to that big Rumble!  Let's go back to the Control
Center for that announcement.

[We fade from the announce duo to a funky looking Memorial Day Mayhem
graphic with "CONTROL CENTER" typed out in bold font underneath it.  The
graphic dissolves to a makeshift studio setting where Jason Dane is
seated behind a desk shuffling some paperwork.]

JD:  AWA fans, welcome once again to the Memorial Day Mayhem Control
Center.  MDM will be coming to you LIVE from the Arena Theatre in
Houston on May 25th.

We've got Rhodes vs Vasquez.

We've got the Bishops vs Rough N Ready for that all-important third
point.

Plus, we've got that HUGE 30 Man Rumble with the winner being named the
#1 contender as well as receiving a shot at Kolya Sudakov and the
National Title on the 4th of July.

We know fifteen of the men who will be in that Rumble...

[A graphic comes up on the screen with fifteen pictures:

-- Pure X
-- Adam Rogers
-- Marcus Broussard
-- Gary Bright
-- Estrella Fugaz [SWLL]
-- Jackson Ross
-- Colt Patterson
-- Soup Bone Samson
-- Eric Matthew Somers of Rough N Ready
-- Dave Cooper of Rough N Ready]
-- Adrian Freeman
-- Scott Pain
-- Shane Destiny
-- Tumaffi
-- "Pure Power" Jerry Titus]

JD:  And now, we can add some more names to that list...

[The graphic changes to a shot of one competitor.]

JD:  Double duty will be the theme of the night as Juan Vasquez joins
the Rumble!

[Another photo.]

JD:  As will his opponent on that night in Houston, Raphael Rhodes!

[The shot changes to two men.]

JD:  The National Tag Team Champions are lookin' for more gold -
Kentucky's Pride joins the Rumble!

[The photo changes to someone never seen on AWA television.]

JD:  A man who will be making his AWA debut in the Rumble... Lucius
Sole!  

Now, a couple more quick Rumble-related announcements.  Because of the
four competitors in the match working double duty, the Championship
Committee is understandably concerned that someone may be unable to
compete in the Rumble at matchtime.

Therefore, two men who made impressive debuts earlier in the night, Mike
Anderson and Mark Adams Jr. will be alternates on the night of the
Rumble.  In case of injury, those two men will be on standby and ready
to compete.

[Dane pauses.]

JD:  I will be coming to you one more time tonight with the final
participants in the Rumble but before that... let's take a look at yet
one more man who will be competing in this 30 Man Rumble, taking
advantage of the AWA's Open Door policy...

[Scene opens to a studio with a green banner with the UWF logo on it and
a Caucasian man with gray blue eyes and short brown hair, clean shaven
and wearing a cherry colored pin striped suit with a light purple shirt
underneath. Standing next to him is a Caucasian woman with blue eyes,
straight brown hair that stops around her shoulders and she's wearing a
cherry colored pin striped dress suit with a pink shirt on underneath.
Yes, they're familiar to wrestling fans the world over. It's "Up All
Night" Pablo O'Connor and his wife and manager Stephanie Delacroix!] 

POC: Howdy AWA! Yes it's me.. The Up All Night, the Handsome Rogue
Devil, yadda yadda yadda... 

SD: You know the drill home state! 

POC: I'm Pablo O'Connor, the guy who's been the Champ, the tag team
specialist, the clown, who's done and been everything in this business! 

SD: The definition of pro wrestling! 

POC: I got started right here in Texas back in 1996, fought in Japan,
back in the United States with the WWA, then back to Japan again, then
in Canada with NEO, then all over the USA again for the Fantastic Fight 
Network and I currently ply this trade we call Professional Wrestling
for the UWF! 

SD: Canada and the US and all over the place! 

POC: And here I am taking advantage of an open door policy the AWA has
because of one event... The Rumble! 

[Delacroix shivers with a smile.] 

SD: A Battle Royal! 

POC: The Romans coined the term "Battle Royal" when they made several
guys put on gear and beat each other up all at the same time and the
last man standing.. Heck the last man ALIVE.. That man was the winner! 

SD: Clement of Rome sure didn't like it! 

POC: It was too brutal for him but it sure pleased the Romans but when
they fell the Christians... 

[O'Connor makes the sign of the cross really fast.] 

POC: They made sure it disappeared fast! And thus it fell out of history
never to be spoken of again.. Until the 1800's right here in the good
ol' US of A! 

SD: God BLESS America! 

POC: Folks threw five or six slaves together, blindfolded the poor guys
and had them duke it out til one was left standing and then his owner
would recieve the purse money for that win! 

[Delacroix looks genuinely horrified.] 

SD: That is GHASTLY!! 

POC: But then slavery was abolished! 

[Delacroix looks relieved.] 

SD: Oh.. So they stopped it right? 

POC: Nah, they just did it illegally from then on as an undercard
attraction for boxing in bars and "smokers" and it still mostly involved
African Americans. Jack Johson participated in quite a few early on in
his storied boxing career! 

SD: Well at least he became Heavyweight Champion of the World! 

POC: Indeed he did.. Not in a battle royal but continuing onwards.. the
term finally came to pro wrestling and involved pro wrestlers of every
color and creed stepping inside a wrestling ring and throwing each other
over the top rope to the floor outside until only one man remained! 

SD: God BLESS Pro Wrestling Battle Royals! 

POC: Yes. God Bless the Battle Royal. For who doesn't love a good Battle
Royal? To prove yourself in a battle royal over a large group of your
peers and stand victorious is one of the greatest honors there is in
this sport and right now in this business there are few battle royals
bigger and with more at stake than the AWA's Rumble! 

SD: The National Title! 

POC: That's right.. The winner of the AWA Rumble gets a shot at the AWA
National Championship! A title SO prestigious that I, a former THREE
Time World Champion, several time Tag Team Champion, and a UWF
competitor have tooken advantage of AWA's Open Door Policy and am
throwing my name into the hat to take a run at The Rumble! 

[O'Connor smirks and leans towards the camera.] 

POC: I'd be lying if I said I didn't have an ace up my sleeve though.
You see alot of guys have experience with Rumbles and Battle Royals but
no one else in this business has EVER done what I have done back in
November of 2001! 

SD: Two.. Hundred... Man.. Battle... Royal! 

POC: In a WWA ring 200 competitors filled it up throughout the night and
in the end 199 of them fell in defeat leaving one man standing tall as
the ONLY person in this business to win a 200 man battle royal! 

[Delacroix points at O'Connor and grins.] 

POC: You're going to have alot of folks talking about pain and
destruction and being a bad man and whatever junk they think will make
some folks get nervous and drop some weight in the back of their trunks
so keep it in the back of your mind, oh viewers at home, that these
folks are full of it! They have never won a 200 man battle royal! It's
not fluff, it's not a tough guy act, it's a proven record. I Won A 200
Man Battle Royal! No one else in this shin dig has done such a 
thing! 

[O'Connor jabs a finger towards the camera.] 

POC: So Sudakov.. Kolya "comrade".. I'd forget about all the other
chumps competing in the Rumble, NONE of them have won 200 Man Battle
Royals.. Only I have! And if someone can toss me, the only man to ever
win a 200 man battle royal, over the top rope and out of the Battle
Royal.. We will NEVER show our faces in the AWA... Again! 

[Delacroix rubs O'Connor's shoulders.] 

SD: The soon to be winner of the Rumble and the NEXT AWA National
Champion! 

[O'Connor nods.] 

POC: The 200 Man Battle Royal Winner is coming to the Rumble folks! See
y'all soon! 

[Scene fades back to the ringside area where Melissa Cannon is already
inside the ring where we also see two men - one wearing silver wrestling
tights with and the other's...Juan Vasquez.] 

MC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute
time limit. Introducing first, already in the ring at this time,
standing six feet tall and weighing in at 220 pounds... from Dallas,
Texas... Connor Davis!

[Davis thrusts his arms into the air to mild applause from the crowd.]

MC: And his opponent... he hails from Los Angeles, California...
standing 6'2 and weighing in at 238 pounds...

JUUUUUAAAAAAAANNNNNN

VAAASSSSSSQQQUUUUEEEZZZZ!!!!

[Big cheers!]

GM: Juan Vasquez, gearing up for a huge match with Raphael Rhodes,
taking on the young Connor Davis, tonight.

BW: He's been waiting to get into a ring with Rhodes for months now,
Gordo, but I don't think he's got the killer instinct to take care of
business on Memorial Day.

GM: Those two men have attacked each other, bloodied each other, and
done everything BUT meet inside the ring since the break-up of their
partnership a few months back. Their match promises to be nothing but an
absolute war.

DING DING!

GM: And here we go!

[Davis and Vasquez circle before locking up, with Vasquez taking a quick
side headlock.]

GM: Juan Vasquez grabs Davis...switching to the other side, spins
behind...and takes him down with a drop toehold! Nice chain wrestling by
Vasquez!

BW: This kind of kid's stuff isn't going to cut it against a killer like
Rhodes. You better believe that there won't be a single wristlock
involved in *that* match! 

[With Davis downed, Vasquez is quick to spring to his feet before
dropping an elbow right across his back! Juan is quick to follow up on
the elbowdrop, proceeding to drop six more!.]

GM: You were saying? Juan Vasquez is all over Connor Davis, dropping
SEVEN consecutive elbowdrops on the young man!

BW: That's what I'm talking about, Gordo! You're not going to beat a man
like Raphael Rhodes unless you're willing to dish out some good old
fashioned violence!

GM: Vasquez pulls Davis to his feet...doubles him over with a boot to
the gut...into the ropes...




*SMMMMMAAAAAAACCCCCCK!!!*




GM and BW: OHHHHH!!!!

[That sound you just heard was Juan Vasquez smashing his knee into the
side of young Connor Davis's head. The youngster is sprawled out on the
canvas, obviously in bad shape as the referee bends down, checking on
him.]

GM: Connor Davis may not be unconscious, but he may very well wish he
was! Juan Vasquez ran his knee into his head at full speed!

BW: He's lucky he wasn't decapitated, daddy! That knee was BRUTAL!

[Vasquez pulls a dazed Davis back to his feet and lifts him up over his
shoulder. The crowd rises to their feet as they immediately recognize
what's in store for Davis.]

GM: And Vasquez isn't going to prolong this match any longer! He's
setting Davis up....



*THHHHHHUUUUUUUDDD!!!*



GM: THE CITY OF ANGELS!!! One! Two! Three! It's over!


"DING! DING! DING!"

MC: Your winner of the match in a time of one minute and forty-three
seconds... 

JUUUAAAAAN VAAAAAASSSSSQQQQUUUEEZZZ!!!

[As Vasquez's arm is raised in victory, he walks over to the camera and
mouths the words, "Sixteen days, Rhodes...sixteen days!" before leaving
the ring.]

GM: Juan Vasquez gets the win in very impressive fashion! It looks like
he's absolutely ready to take on Raphael Rhodes on Memorial Day!

BW: This chump he fought wasn't nearly a tenth of the kind of man Rhodes
is, daddy! Vasquez better bring everything he's got against Rhodes, if
he even wants to survive that match!

GM:  Fans, we'll be righ- hold on.  I- yes, I understand that Jason Dane
has just caught up with Adrian Freeman, one-half of tonight's big Main
Event.  Let's see what's going on backstage!

[We do a quick cut to the back, in one of the arenas numerous
unremarkable hallways. Adrian Freeman is standing with roving AWA
reporter Jason Dane, already in his wrestling gear.]

JD: Im here tonight with Adrian Freeman, who tonight faces what is
possibly the biggest challenge of his young career as he steps in the
ring one-on-one with Adam Rogers. Any comments?

AF: What needs to be said? Do you really want me to say on every show
that Im going to come out, manhandle Adam Rogers and then make him tap
out? Thats like spoiling the ending to a movie. Its really not fair to
your viewers.

JD: Er... well then, can you offer any rationale for your and Callisto
Dufrenses attack on Rogers last week?

AF: You want to know why we attacked Adam Rogers? Simple answer, Jason:
hes in my spot.  Im the master technician here. I was here, showing off
my skills, bending my opponents into pretzels... and then Adam Rogers
arrived, the bigshot former world champion, and leapfrogged over me
right to fame and fortune. What does he have that I dont have? A
championship some time in the distant past? An ability to blow it in
just about every important match? The lamest "equalizer" in wrestling?

In fact, the only thing Adam Rogers has done thats worth noticing in the
AWA is winning that battle royale almost a year ago... and that was with
the help of his boyfriend Marcus Broussard. The fact that he couldnt
finish somebody off doesnt impress me. And yet, hes still ranked ahead
of me, hes still being given big matches while Im wrestling
fresh-out-of-wrestling-school losers, and were still subjected to his
soap opera life while I have to hijack someones interview spot to get on
TV.

Adam Rogers, I know that Im the better wrestler, and I deserve all of
the accolades and attention that youre getting. If you dont know it
already, youre about to find out. Keep your buddy Marcus away from the
ring and we can have a fair fight. If he shows up... well then, well
know that you couldnt hack it one on one against me.

[Jason Dane rolls his eyes.]

AF: You got something to say, short stuff?

JD: With all due respect, I dont think Adam Rogers is the one most
likely to cheat.

[Dane flinches, anticipating abuse, but Freeman smiles.]

AF: Typical hero worship. Youll see tonight. Youll all see what Adam
Rogers is really made of.

JD: Well, uh... thats Adrian Freeman. He takes on Adam Rogers, later
tonight!

[Adrian continues to grin. Its almost eerie.]

JD:  Fans, don't go away - we'll be right back!

[We fade away from the shot of Jason Dane and Adrian Freeman...

...and then back up on a white screen.  The voice of Gordon Myers is
heard.]

"The AWA took 2008 by storm - breaking the mold of a modern wrestling
promotion.  And now, in 2009, we look to be hotter than ever.

But what if... you missed the beginning?"

[Red text appears on the screen.]

"AWA: YEAR ONE!"

[The text spins out of view to be replaced by a series of still photos
showing action from the first year of AWA action.]

"Witness highlights from the first AWA Saturday Night Wrestling.

See the very first AWA Rumble.

Highlights from Memorial Day Mayhem, The Last Stampede, Thanksgiving
weekend, and much, much more.

Plus, full matches including the 2008 Match of the Year - WarGames!

All of this fantastic AWA action will be available exclusively on DVD
and iTunes!  Check your local stores for details!"

[And with that, we fade to black...

...and then back up inside the WKIK Studios where Gordon and Bucky are
standing.]

GM:  Welcome back, fans - AWA: Year One is coming, we're all very
excited about that, Bucky.

BW:  I can't wait to relive it, Gordo.

GM:  The first year of the AWA?

BW:  Nope.  My Announcer Of The Year campaign!

GM:  Oh, brother.  Well, fans... someone who played a big role in the
entire first year of the AWA - from his debut to the feud with
Kentucky's Pride to WarGames to Sweet Heat - is "Hotshot" Stevie Scott. 
Two weeks ago, if you joined us, you saw a very horrible incident. 
Everyone tuning in expected to see Sweet Heat challenge Kentucky's Pride
for the National Tag Team Titles in the night's Main Event but the
Russians had very different ideas.  Let's take a look...

[We fade to footage marked "TWO WEEKS AGO..." Sweet Daddy Williams
starts to walk out of view when suddenly the Russians appear in the
entryway, blocking his path.]

GM:  Wait... wait a second.  We want no trouble here, gentlemen.

[Vladimir Velikov, steel chain draped over his shoulders, points a
menacing finger in the direction of Sweet Heat.  The National Champion,
Kolya Sudakov, stands behind his Uncle, the title belt draped over his
shoulder.  The Russians slowly approach as Stevie Scott moves to his
partner's side.]

GM:  Mr. Velikov, please leave the ringside area.  Please get-
gentlemen, we need to get control of this situation.  We have two title
matches involving the four of you here tonight and-

[Suddenly, a fired up Sweet Daddy Williams backs up, grabbing the mic
from Gordon's hand.]

SDW:  Listen up, y'all!  Ya want a fight?  Ya lookin' for a fight?  Ya
got one, suckas!

<CUT!>

[The big Southerner shoves the Hotshot to the side, sliding under the
ropes into the ring...

...where the Russians quickly storm towards him, diving headfirst under
the ring.  Sweet Daddy Williams rushes forward, dropping to a knee and
slamming forearm after forearm into the upper back of Vladimir Velikov.]

GM:  Sweet Daddy Williams is all over Velikov!

[As the National Champion gets to his feet, Williams springs up to his
feet, balling up his fist and throwing a right hand into the jaw of
Sudakov, knocking the champion backwards.]

GM:  Big right hand on the National Champion!

[A trio of right hands knocks Sudakov back against the turnbuckles...

...where a big double axehandle smash across the upper back by Velikov
knocks Williams down to a knee.  The crowd roars as Stevie Scott dives
headfirst under the ropes, popping to his feet.]

GM:  Stevie's in as well!  

[The Hotshot charges across the ring, tackling Velikov down to the
canvas where he delivers fist after fist after fist.  Sudakov yanks the
kneeling Williams off the mat, hooking a Thai clinch in place...

...and delivers knee after knee after knee to the upper body of the big
man, knees bouncing off the chest and chin.  Sudakov yanks Williams to
his feet against the ropes.]

GM:  Sudakov's all over Williams!  He's rocking the big man and- OHHH!

[A standing clothesline connects, knocking Williams over the ropes and
down to the concrete floor below.]

GM:  Williams goes down to the floor!  But Stevie's all over Velikov!

[Hitting the ropes, Sudakov DRILLS Stevie Scott in the spine with a hard
kick, knocking him down off of Velikov.  A helping hand brings his Uncle
back to his feet.]

GM:  Both Russians back up - Velikov with a couple stomps on Stevie.

[Sudakov pulls Stevie up by the hair, hurling him towards the ropes...

...and OBLITERATING the Hotshot with the Russian Sickle!]

GM:  OHHHHH!  DOWN GOES SCOTT!

BW:  That's it right there, Gordo.  There goes ANY chance that Sweet
Heat had of becoming the National Tag Team Champions here tonight.  ANY
chance.

GM:  Sudakov's got the- oh no.

[The crowd buzzes with confusion as the Russian War Machine leans over,
picking up the discarded steel chain.]

GM:  Oh my... no, somebody needs to stop this.

BW:  Who?!  Williams is laid out!  He's out!

GM:  Sudakov's got the chain... Velikov's dragging Stevie up by the
hair.  He's out on his feet from that Sickle... he's barely moving!  He
can barely stand, Bucky!

[Velikov grabs the arm of the Hotshot, firing him into the ropes.  As
Scott rebounds, Velikov grabs the other end of the chain...

...and charging forward by his nephew's side, they DRIVE the steel links
into the throat of Stevie Scott!]

GM:  OHHHHHHHHHHH!

[The Hotshot rolls around on the canvas, clutching his windpipe,
violently coughing.]

GM:  Get some help out here!  Hurry!  Stevie Scott just got drilled in
the throat with that steel chain... with that damned steel chain!  These
two... they make me sick, Bucky!

[And we fade away from the footage back to live action where the
announcers are standing, now joined by Sweet Daddy Williams.]

GM:  You saw it right there, fans.  Of course, the Championship
Committee forced the man by my side, Sweet Daddy Williams, to select a
new partner to face Kentucky's Pride with.  They failed to win those
titles, getting reset to zero points in the process.  Sweet Daddy...
what's been going through your mind over the past two weeks?

[A noticably-dejected looking Sweet Daddy Williams shakes his head
before speaking.]

SDW:  I ain't got the words, Gordon.  I truly don't.

[Obviously not planning to say anything else, Gordon presses.]

GM:  Your partner, Stevie Scott... we understand that he's at home,
resting under doctor's orders.  

SDW:  Yeah, yeah.  He wanted to be here tonight.  You know he did,
Gordon.  He would've given anything to get a shot at those...

[The big Southerner grits his teeth, shaking his head again.]

SDW:  The Russians are marked men, Gordon.  Let's leave it at that.  If
Stevie can't get 'em... I will.  If I can't, he will.  Somehow,
someway... we gonna get those Russians.  We gonna get 'em down and we
gonna take it to 'em like they haven't had done before.

GM:  It's easy to see that you're very upset about this.

SDW:  It's my fault, Gordo.  It's all my fault.

GM:  What do you...

SDW:  I got us into that.  I shouldn't have.  I know it.  I shoulda been
focused on the gold... but I let them get to me and Stevie paid the
price for it.

[He shakes his head again.]

SDW:  I don't know if I can ever make it up to 'im, Gordon.

[The big man looks up, fire in his eyes.]

SDW:  But I'm damn sure gonna try.

[Big cheer from the crowd.]

GM:  Sweet Daddy, I understand that Stevie Scott, an injured Hotshot,
has sent in something that he has asked us to play.  Were you aware of
this?

[He looks a little puzzled.]

SDW:  Stevie sent somethin'?  I... nah, I didn't know.

GM:  Okay, so we're going to roll it now... let's take a look at these
taped comments from Stevie Scott from his home here in the Dallas
area...

[Scene cuts to a sunglasses-wearing Stevie Scott, sitting on a couch in
what appears to be his living room. Nothing fancy around him...looks
like a place a guy comes to sleep and sleep only. Stevie wears a green
polo with his now-lighter and shorter blond hair also drawing
attention...you know, since it's never been like that. He holds a
microphone in both hands, his elbows resting on his knees, and without
any introduction he begins talking.]

HSS: So Russians...you guys happy to see me like this?

[And something else that is noticeable...the raspyness and volume of
Stevie's voice.]

HSS: Enjoy it now, but don't get used to it. Because you may have taken
me down? But you yet again failed to take me _out_. Yeah, it hurts. I
went for three days having to suck my breakfast, lunch, and dinner
through a straw because of you two. But I'm recovering. I'm getting
better. And I will be back.

[Pause.]

HSS: I've been doing a lot of thinking since I took that chain to my
throat. I've been thinking about my career...what's past, what's now,
and what is to come. I've looked back on my past and I don't like what I
see. But that's what's been so great about these last few months. With
the help of my friend Sweet Daddy Williams, I've been able to begin
righting some of those wrongs. Able to begin remaking Stevie Scott from
the goofball loser I let myself become when I got to Dallas, to a top
contender for the AWA National Title and the AWA National Tag Team
Titles.

But more important than that, to me, is the respect and appreciation
I've been able to get from the fans.

It never was all that important to me before. In fact, I enjoyed getting
jeered. It was fun, at the time, to have everyone hate me because I was
able to rub my success in their faces. But that's the thing I found out
about success.

It doesn't last.

No matter how good you might be, eventually some of that success starts
to go away. And it did for me, faster than I ever imagined. When it all
came to a head, after I was abandoned at War Games, after I found myself
not going to the gym...showing up for my matches 10 minutes before they
were supposed to start...all that success I had before was gone.

And that's when I started looking around and asked myself what I had
left. I looked around, and then...I looked in the mirror and realized
what the problem was.

And one man...one man was still willing to talk to me. I've told the
story before about the Sweet Daddy, how he showed me that I could have
success again, that I could do it a different way and become more
satisfied than I had ever been before. And so, here I am now. A little
worse for the wear at the moment, but I ain't dead yet.

[Another pause, as Stevie takes a moment to clear his throat. Though he
tries to hide wincing from the pain, he doesn't do a very good job of
it.]

HSS: So that brings me to the present, and to that thing about I said
earlier about success, Kolya Sudakov.

You see, big man...you've been the AWA National Champion for a long
time. You've enjoyed a lot of success here in Dallas, Texas. But like I
said, success doesn't always last. And in your case?

I'm going to make 100 percent sure of that.

I don't know how good your memory is, Kolya. Mine's pretty good, and I
seem to remember not too long ago that this foot of mine ended up
connecting with your chin and sent you straight down to the canvas. Do
you remember that, Kolya? Because if I did it once...

...I can do it again.

[Stevie clears his throat again, still wincing from the pain.]

HSS: So here's the deal. There's this Rumble coming up on Memorial Day,
I hear...winner gets a shot at the AWA National Title. I want you to
hear and understand this real good, Sudakov. I plan on entering and
winning that rumble. But the reason for me is going to be different than
it is for the other 29 guys in there. For them, it'll be about the shot
at the title. For me, though...it's all about getting a shot at _you_.

Because as far as I am concerned, this is personal. It's been personal
ever since you and your old fart of an uncle thought that winning the
War Games match was more important than my eyesight.

And when things get personal, boys, a man will do whatever it takes...go
to any lengths to make sure he gets his measure of revenge. I'm ready,
I'm prepared, I'm committed to doing just that.

So the question I have for you is this: are you prepared to deal with
it?

[Finally, a Steviesmirk~!]

HSS: Don't answer that just yet, though. Stop and think for a minute. If
you can, that is.

Stop and ask yourself this: have you everseen this side of Stevie Scott?
And do you _really_ know what it's like? Ask yourself how you're going
to prepare for a man willing to risk his _career_ just to pay you back
for what you've done to me. And if the answer is yes?

Then don't say I didn't warn you.

[Cut back to the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing.]

MC:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute
time limit.  Introducing first, already in the ring at this time, from
Tijuana, Mexico...

SUPER SOLAR!

[There are some cheers in the crowd from the handful of people who
recognize the SouthWest Lucha Libre competitor - even more from the kids
who like Solar's bright orange and yellow tights and mask.]

MC:  And his opponent...

["Chemistry" by UNKLE kicks in to a huge shower of boos from the crowd.]

MC:  Fighting out of Wigan, Greater Manchester, England... standing 5'9
and weighing in at 201 pounds...

He is the "Catch Thug"...

RAAAAAPHAEL RHOOOOODES!

[Rhodes pops through the curtain to even more jeers.  The sides of his
head have been shaved with a MDM logo.  He nods at the booing crowd,
smirking at their reaction as he makes his way towards the ring, rolling
under the ropes.]

GM:  Raphael Rhodes certainly looks to be ready for Memorial Day Mayhem
but what are his thoughts on the match with Juan Vasquez just over two
weeks away?  Let's find out!

[While we see Rhodes preparing for the match, the corner of the screen
fills with a headshot of "Catch Thug" Raphael Rhodes, a wide grin
crossing his face.]

RR: Just a few more days, Juan... you've been wantin' this day for
years, and now you're just a few days away, right? But you didn't think
about this, Juan... I'm wantin' it just as bad as you. I'm goin' to keep
countin' the days until I get you in that ring. No more excuses, no more
whinin' from you, I'm just goin' to bring you pain. Memorial Day Mayhem?

[Rhodes scoffs.]

RR: Bloody fittin' name that is, ain't it?

[Rhodes begins to cackle as his image fades away from the corner,
leaving just the live action Rhodes glaring at the masked man standing
across the ring from him.  The referee steps between the two, signalling
for the bell to start the match.]

GM:  And awaaaay we go!

[With the match underway, Super Solar charges across the ring, flinging
a dropkick up into the air...

...that Rhodes sidesteps, swatting it down to the mat.  Rhodes promptly
drops a crushing knee into the upper chest of the luchador.  The Brit
drops down in a lateral press, pushing his forearm down on the cheekbone
and grinding back and forth as the referee drops to count.]

GM:  One... two... Rhodes pulls him up at two!

BW:  Haha!  That's what I love about Raphael Rhodes, Gordo.  He didn't
want the pin there.  He probably couldn't even get it and he knew it. 
He just wanted to punish this kid a little bit.

GM:  Rhodes back to his feet, stomps to the chest now.

[Reaching down, he yanks Super Solar off the mat, throwing him back
towards the corner.  Stepping in, Rhodes rocks the body of the luchador
with hooking blows to the ribcage...

...and then steps back, slapping Solar across the face as hard as a
human can strike another human.]

GM:  Good grief, Bucky!

BW:  Solar almost had the mask slapped right off him!

[Stepping back in, Rhodes hooks a three-quarter nelson, snapmaring the
luchador down to the mat...

...and SLAMS his knee down into the spine of Super Solar!  With his knee
planted against the spine, Rhodes reaches around, hooking his fingers
into the nostrils of the luchador.]

GM:  Ahhh!  Come on, referee!

[The referee counts to four quickly to force a break.  Rhodes stands up,
again stomping down on the head of Solar.  A second leaping kneedrop
lands - this time on the temple of Rhodes.  Kneeling on the head, Rhodes
orders a count.]

GM:  One!  Two!  Thr- oh, come on!

BW:  Hehehe.

GM:  He pulls him up again.  There's absolutely no call for this, Bucky,
and you know it.

BW:  Juan Vasquez wanted to send a message.  Rhodes is letting him know
that he got it and sending one right back at him.

GM:  Rhodes dragging him back to his feet, shoving him back to the
corner... ohh!  Big chop!

[Pulling Solar's head down, Rhodes leaps up with a knee to the middle of
the face.  With the luchador stunned, Rhodes hoists Solar off the mat,
dropping him up top...

...and then starts to climb.]

GM:  Rhodes to the middle rope... now to the top...

[He promptly hooks a front facelock, slinging the stunned Super Solar's
arm over his neck...

...and hoists him into the air, depositing him HARD on the canvas with a
top rope superplex!]

GM:  OHHHH!  SUPERPLEX BY RHODES!

BW:  He calls it "Nothing Fancy" and that's exactly what it was.

GM:  It may not be fancy but it's definitely effective.  There's a
one... there's a two... and there's a three.


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


MC:  Your winner of the match... RAPHAEL RHOOOODES!

[More jeers for the man from the United Kingdom as he slowly gets up off
the mat, sneering at the official.]

GM:  Rhodes is your winner and while I can't say I like how he did it,
the fact is that he is ready - he's definitely ready - for Juan Vasquez
at Memorial Day Mayhem.

BW:  That match is the biggest match of his career, Gordo.  The biggest
singles match of his life.  Juan Vasquez, like him or not, is a
world-class professional wrestler with quite the resume.  If Rhodes
knocks off Vasquez, the world is his oyster.

GM:  What a match that should be in just over two weeks' time.  Fans,
don't you dare go away - we've still got much, much more to come!

[The camera holds on the triumphant Raphael Rhodes for a moment before
fading to black...

After a bit, we fade back up on a slightly less black screen.  A
voiceover begins.]

"One year ago, at Memorial Day Mayhem, the AWA made history by crowning
the first National Champion."

[There's a still photo of Marcus Broussard hoisting the title belt high
over his head.  A sound clip from that night's action is heard.]

GM:  Broussard's got him hooked... Hard to the corner!  WAIT - WHERE'S
THE TURNBUCKLE?!

BW:  NATURAL BRIDGE!  IT'S ADAM ROGERS' FINISH-


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


MC:  Ladies and gentlemen... after twenty-eight minutes and six seconds
of hard-fought action... your winner of the match...

And the FIRST AWA NATIONAL CHAMPION...

MAAAAAARRRRCUS BROUUUUUSSARRRRRRD!


BW:  WE GOIN' SIZZLAH!

[The sounds slowly fade away as the screen returns to black.  The
voiceover kicks in again.]

"On Memorial Day 2009... the AWA makes history... again!"

[Still photos fly back at a eye-scorching pace, shots of Adam Rogers,
Marcus Broussard, Shane Destiny, Tumaffi, Juan Vasquez, Kentucky's
Pride, Rough N Ready, the Russians, Raphael Rhodes, Sweet Heat, and
many, many others.]

"On Memorial Day 2009... are you ready... to Rumble?"

[A logo splashes on the screen.]

"MEMORIAL DAY MAYHEM '09"

[It goes up in flames before the scene fades out to black...

...and after a moment, fades back up to the interior of the WKIK Studios
where Gordon and Bucky are standing with the uber-muscular mass of
humanity known as "Gold Bomber" Gary Bright standing right next to
them.]

GM:  Welcome back, fans, to AWA Saturday Night Wrestling... and joining
us at this time is one of thirty men who will be competing in just over
two weeks' time in Houston, Texas, in the 30 man Rumble - the "Gold
Bomber" Gary Bright.  Mr. Bright, your thoughts...

[Gary Bright doesn't even acknowledge Gordon as he starts to speak.]

GB: Memorial Day Mayhem.

[Bright pauses as he looks out into the audience.]

GB: There will be a 30 Man Invitational Rumble and the winner will
receive a shot at the National Title.

[Again Bright pauses as now a grin has come across his tan face.]

GB: The Gold Bomber needs little motivation when it comes to destroying
the competition that is put in front of him. If you put 300 men in front
of The Gold Bomber, the results would still be the same. The skies would
open up, the thunder and lightning would hit the ring.... and the Gold
Bomber would part the ring like Moses parting the Red Sea. The Gold
Bomber upstairs.... [points to the sky] will lay wrath as his chosen
one.... THE CHOSEN one...

[Bright kneels down on one knee and strikes a double bicep pose.]

GB: A ray of light, the ladies delight, never wrong always right.....
this man right here...[stands up] The Gold Bomber is going to grab man
after man and toss them over the ropes like rag dolls... one after the
other... after the other. He won't break a sweat. He won't hide in a
corner trying to refresh himself. No. The Stallion of Stallions, the
modern day Hercules will slay all those who dare to walk in his path.

So bring on your wannabes, bring on your weaklings.... bring on whomever
you think stands a chance. And watch them fall... one by one.

[Bright walks away from Gordon Myers, heading towards the ring.]

GM:  What in the world was all that about?

[Cut to the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing surrounded by four
other men.]

MC:  The following contest is a five man battle royal!

[Big cheer!]

MC:  The only way to be eliminated is to be thrown over the top rope and
have both feet touch the floor.  Introducing first, already in the ring
at this time...

COLT JONAS!

[A tough-looking veteran ignores the crowd.]

MC:  KEITH MILES!

[A skinny, redheaded rookie waves.]

MC:  THE CUBAN ASSASSIN #6!

[Some cheers for the fiesty rulebreaker.  Weird.]

MC:  And "BIG" JOHN BRONSON!

[A 5'8 guy with a ring name that fits worse than his tights raises a
pipecleaner of an arm.]

MC:  And now entering the ring, the fifth man in this match... he is the
"Gold Bomber"...

GARY BRIIIIIIGHT!

[The 6'4, 285 beast from Paradise Valley, Arizona, steps through the
ropes into the ring.  He strikes a double bicep pose, smirking at the
other four men...

...who storm him as the bell rings to officially start the match.]

GM:  A five-man battle royal is underway - a match that Gary Bright is
hoping will be a preview of the Rumble at Memorial Day Mayhem.

BW:  It's GOING to be a preview, Gordo.  We've all seen the list of
names in that match and no one... and I mean, NO ONE... is more powerful
than this man.  And now that Kolya Sudakov has ENDED Mark Shaw's career,
there's no one in the AWA that even comes close to being as strong as
the Gold Bomber.

GM:  That's certainly debatable but...

[The powerful Bright hooks Miles under an arm and around the head,
HURLING him over the ropes to the floor with a biel throw.]

GM:  OHHHH!

BW:  You were saying?

GM:  There's no doubting the man's a powerhouse but is that enough to
win a 30 man Rumble?  He's gotta survive 29 other men in there and who
knows, Bucky, he might get unlucky and draw #2!  Then he'd have to last
an entire hour inside that ring.

BW:  Well, thanks to Pure X, he won't have to enter first at least.

GM:  That's right.  Pure X, out to prove something to the entire AWA,
has entered himself first in the Rumble.  He believes he can last the
entire hour and move on to challenge Kolya Sudakov for the National
Title on the 4th of July.

[Each grabbing a muscular arm, the Cuban Assassin and Colt Jonas double
whip him across the ring...

...and get mowed over with a running double clothesline.  Peeling Jonas
up off the mat, Bright hoists him over his shoulder into a backbreaker
submission, slowly walking across the ring.]

GM:  He's got Colt Jonas up and- and down to the floor he goes as well!

[The crowd jeers as Bright strikes a big bicep pose near the ropes...

...and then come unglued as "Big" John Bronson attacks from behind,
attempting to upend Bright over the ropes.]

GM:  He's trying to get him out!  Bronson's trying to toss him to the
floor!

[But the powerhouse refuses to go, swinging around with a back elbow
that nearly takes Bronson's head off his shoulders.  The Cuban Assassin
slowly gets to his feet...

...and promptly gets a running shoulderblock to the upper body that
sends him toppling over the ropes to the floor.]

BW:  And then there was one!

GM:  "Big" John Bronson is the only man left inside the ring with Gary
Bright!

[Bronson shows no fear, throwing haymakers as quickly as his little
frame will manage.  A barrage of them knocks Bright back into the
ropes...

...where a picture perfect dropkick knocks Bright down to a knee. 
Bronson seizes the moment to hit the ropes, charging across the ring,
and leaping into the air.]

GM:  Cross body- oh!  Caught!

[A kneeling Bright snatches Bronson out of the sky, holding him across
his chest as he pushes up to his feet...

...and military presses Bronson high into the air!]

GM:  Oh my!  Look at the power!

[Bright makes a slow lap around the ring with arms fully outstretched,
showing off for the crowd...

...and then tosses the rookie over the ropes and down to the floor
below!]

GM:  That's it!


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


MC:  Your winner of the battle royal... Gary Bright!

[The muscular powerhouse stands alone in the ring, striking another big
double bicep pose to the jeers of the crowd.]

GM:  An impressive performance put on by the Gold Bomber and like him or
not, you have to consider him a top contender to win the whole Rumble in
just over two weeks, Bucky.

BW:  If he draws a late enough number, there's no doubt he's one of the
odds on favorite to take the whole thing, daddy.

GM:  And with that in mind, it's time to find out the final members of
that big Rumble lineup.  Let's go back to the Memorial Day Mayhem
Control Center to Jason Dane!

[We fade back to the Control Center that we've visited throughout the
night - once again finding Jason Dane sitting at a desk next to the MDM
logo.]

JD:  Welcome back to the Memorial Day Mayhem Control Center.  Time is
ticking and the hour draws nearer.  May 25th in Houston, Texas - it all
comes to a head.  Vasquez/Rhodes.  The Bishop Boys/Rough N Ready.  And
of course, the 30 man Rumble for the #1 contendership and the National
Title shot on the 4th of July.  In just a few moments, I'll be giving
you the final names on that list.

But before that, I understand we've got comments from the National
Champion, Kolya Sudakov, and his Uncle Vladimir Velikov.  Let's hear
from the Russians!

[Cut to a shot marked "EARLIER TODAY."  The two big Russians are
standing in the backstage area.  Velikov grips the mic in his large
hand.]

VV:  Sixteen days.  Sixteen days until your so-called Memorial Day
Mayhem and all the AWA big stars are on the show.

Except for us.  Except for the biggest stars!

[Velikov barks with derision.]

VV:  Now?  We change that.  My nephew - YOUR National Champion - Kolya
Sudakov, the Russian War Machine... he will be in action.  He will be
defending his title that night.

And me?  I am entering the Rumble.  I will be one of 30 men.  But I do
not enter to win a shot at this title.  I enter to make the other earn
it.  If you want a shot at my nephew, you come through me.

Rogers?  Broussard?  

[Velikov laughs.]

VV:  Stevie Scott?  You all come through me.

And then we'll see... how you say... if you have what it takes.

[Sudakov rubs his hands together in a threatening fashion as we fade
back to the Control Center.]

JD:  Alright... so we can confirm that Vladimir Velikov is joining the
Rumble.  We also can confirm that Kolya Sudakov will be defending the
National Title that night as well against an opponent to be named later.
 Now?  Let's learn the rest...

[The pictures of the 21 announced competitors appears on the screen.]

-- Pure X
-- Adam Rogers
-- Marcus Broussard
-- Gary Bright
-- Estrella Fugaz [SWLL]
-- Jackson Ross
-- Colt Patterson
-- Soup Bone Samson
-- Eric Matthew Somers of Rough N Ready 
-- Dave Cooper of Rough N Ready
-- Adrian Freeman
-- Scott Pain
-- Shane Destiny
-- Tumaffi
-- Jerry "Pure Power" Titus
-- Juan Vasquez
-- Raphael Rhdoes
-- City Jack
-- Tin Can Rust
-- Lucius Sole
-- Pablo O'Conner]

JD:  21 men announced.  Two more, Mark Adams and Mike Anderson, are in
as alternates in case anyone is injured or otherwise ruled unable to
compete.  Nine more spots to fill...

[The shot changes to one man.]

JD:  The former PWR Pacific Champion... CALISTO DUFRESNE!

[The photo changes.]

JD:  We just heard moments ago and now it's official... joining the
Rumble is VLADIMIR VELIKOV!

[The photo changes.]

JD:  Taking advantage of the AWA's Open Door policy, a man who has
competed all over the wrestling world... JOHNNY DETSON!

[The photo changes once more.]

JD:  And in the final two names to announce... two men we heard from
earlier tonight who are looking for some payback... Sweet Daddy Williams
and Stevie Scott - Sweet Heat is in the Rumble!

[The photos vanish, leaving just Jason Dane.]

JD:  Now, for our math-inclined viewers, you may notice we've only
announced 26 names leaving 4 to go.  By order of the Championship
Committee, those four names have been held back as MYSTERY ENTRANTS! 
Suspense will be in the air in Houston, Texas, fans... and with the
AWA's Open Door policy, you just never know who might grab one of those
Final Four spots.

That's it for me, fans but I hope you'll tune in to Memorial Day Mayhem
in just over two weeks' time! 

[We fade away from the Control Center to black...

...and then back up.  It's a shot of a few kids standing outside of a
classroom.  A fourth kid walks up to them, carrying his backpack over
his shoulder.]

4th Kid:  Hey guys... wait til you see what I got from AWAShop.com!

[He whips open the backpack and produces...

...a JUAN VASQUEZ BOBBLEHEAD!]

"Whoa!"

"Wow!"

"That rocks!"

"I want one... now!"

[The 4th kid looks pleased with himself...

...until a fifth kid walks up.]

5th Kid:  Juan Vasquez, huh?  That's not bad... but check this out!

[The 5th kid opens his backpack and reveals...

...a CITY JACK BOBBLEHEAD!]

"WHOA!"

"WOWER!"

"THAT ROCKS MORE!"

"I WANT ONE... NOW!"

[The fifth kid looks proud as the fourth kid looks sad at his Vasquez
bobblehead and we fade to black.

And then back up on live action.]

GM:  Welcome back to AWA Saturday Night Wrestling, fans, and it's Main
Event time here on Saturday Night.  Memorial Day Mayhem is sixteen days
away and this is the last chance for these two men to gain some momentum
before stepping into that big 30 man Rumble, Bucky.

BW:  Not an easy "momentum match", Gordo.  These two are likely to take
each other to the limit and beyond.

GM:  The prospect of wrestling an hour in two weeks' time can't be too
exciting after this showdown but... well, it's going to be an exciting
night in Houston for sure.

BW:  It sure is, Gordo - you don't know the half of it.

GM:  What do you mean by that?

BW:  I just got the word from the brass.  The Call Of The Wilde is back!

GM:  What?!

BW:  At Memorial Day Mayhem,  The Call Of The Wilde is back and I will
be unveiling one of the four mystery entrants in the Rumble!

GM:  Well, that IS big news, Bucky.  You're telling me that before the
Rumble starts, you're gonna reveal who one of the four mystery entrants
are?

BW:  Exactly right, daddy!  Exactly right!

GM:  Bucky Wilde with the scoop, fans - and now, let's go up to the ring
for our Main Event!

[The camera cuts to the ring where Melissa Cannon is standing.]

MC:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall with TV time
remaining.  Introducing first...

["Try Honesty" by Billy Talent kicks in to a shower of boos from the AWA
faithful.  After a moment, Adrian Freeman steps through the entrance
curtain into the WKIK Studios.]

MC:  Standing 5'11 and weighing in at 190 pounds... from Sydney,
Australia...

He is "Subzero"...

AAAAADRIAN FREEEEEEMAN!

[Freeman sneers at the jeering fans as he walks towards the ring,
sliding under the bottom rope.  He climbs to his feet, tugging on the
ropes to loosen up.]

GM:  Adrian Freeman is getting ready for the biggest singles match of
his life, Bucky.

BW:  That's for sure.  I may not like Adam Rogers but as a former World
Champion, that's a notch on the belt that anyone would love to have. 
Adrian Freeman is no exception to that, Gordo.

GM:  A win over Rogers could potentially earn Adrian Freeman a future
shot at the National Title - Rumble win or not.

[Freeman continues to loosen up as Melissa continues.]

MC:  And his opponent...

["Smoke On The Water" by Deep Purple starts up to a roar from the
crowd.]

MC:  From Naples, Florida... standing 6'3 and weighing in at 243
pounds...

He is "The Natural"...

AAAAAADAM ROOOOOOGERRRRS!

[Rogers walks into the view of the crowd to more cheers... but there is
a smattering of boos for his recent actions.  The blond-haired Floridian
is all business as he walks to the ring.]

GM:  Here comes the Natural... looking to gain some momentum as he heads
into the Rumble in two weeks.  He's also looking to get a little payback
for what happened to him last time out here at the hands of Freeman and
Calisto Dufresne.

BW:  No sign of the Ladykiller out here though... yet.

GM:  Yet is the key word for sure.  

[Rogers climbs up the ringsteps, stepping through the ropes.  The
referee steps between them as Rogers starts to approach Freeman, keeping
them apart.]

GM:  The Natural really wants at him!

BW:  I guess you can't blame him for that, Gordo.

GM:  Absolutely not.  Not after what those two did to him two weeks ago.

[The two men back off to their corners, allowing the referee to step to
the middle of the ring, calling for the bell to officially start the
match.]

GM:  And here we go!

[The technicians circle one another, looking for an opening.  The
Natural snaps an arm out, trying to find a tieup.  Freeman backpedals
away, approaching the corner.  "Subzero" dashes forward, looking for a
collar-and-elbow but Rogers steps back, raising his fists in
self-defense.]

GM:  Both men looking for an opening here early...

[Rogers' left hand goes out again, trying to find the lockup.  Freeman
obliges, hooking in a knucklelock...

...and catching a right hand to the side of the head that knocks the
Australian back into the buckles.  The Natural immediately goes to work
with a barrage of kicks into the midsection.]

GM:  Rogers kicks him back to the corner, down to a seated position in
the corner.  

BW:  Back him off, ref!

GM:  He's switching up to the knee... kicks and stomps right down on the
left knee of Adrian Freeman!

[The Natural's stomps to the knee cause Freeman to cry out in pain
before Rogers drags him up off the mat, wrapping his leg over the middle
rope.]

GM:  Look at this!

[Leaning over, Rogers grabs the ankle of Freeman, pulling up to twist
the leg around the ropes.  Freeman screams in pain again, trying to wrap
his arms around the face of the former World Champion to find a way out
of the punishing hold.  The referee moves in to start a count.]

GM:  The ref's telling him to break the hold - one, two, three, four -
Rogers breaks the hold!

BW:  Where's this Boy Scout personality we're used to from Rogers?

GM:  Rogers, showing a bit of an edge of late, kicks the knee again!

[The boot right to the kneecap causes Freeman to free his leg, stumbling
out of the corner as Rogers stalks him from behind.  A hard kick causes
Freeman to fall down to a knee on the canvas...

...where Rogers delivers a hard overhand forearm smash to the back of
the head, knocking Freeman into the corner.  Another kick to the leg
takes Freeman down to a knee against the buckles.]

GM:  The Australian's having some trouble in the early moments of this
one.  And while we expected a technical duel in here, Rogers has turned
up the intensity in a big way so far, bringing the pain to Adrian
Freeman.

[Pulling Freeman's head back, Rogers leans in, wrapping his hands around
his throat.]

GM:  Choke!  He's choking Freeman against the buckles!

BW:  Come on, ref!  That's illegal!

GM:  The referee knows it and he's putting his count on.  What more do
you want him to do, Bucky?

BW:  If this was the other way around, you'd be completely irate, Gordo.

GM:  I'm not too happy about seeing Rogers do this either in case you
haven't noticed.

[Freeman struggles against Rogers, trying to get air into his body.  At
the count of four, Rogers backs away, glaring at the protesting
official.  Grabbing the back of Freeman's head, Rogers pops him with a
European uppercut to the jaw!]

GM:  Ohh!  What a shot right there by Rogers!  

[Holding Freeman by the head, Rogers hits another uppercut and a third
that sprawls Freeman backwards, his arms draped over the top rope...

...where he promptly fires back, connecting with a forearm to the side
of the head!]

GM:  Freeman fires back!

[A second forearm connects, knocking Rogers a few steps back.  The
Natural quickly recovers, moving back...

...and getting caught with a third forearm, knocking him clean off his
feet and down to the mat.]

GM:  Ohh!  Freeman knocks him flat!

[A few cheers go up for the Australian as he fights back against the
Natural.  Rogers quickly gets back to his feet, staggering backwards to
the corner where Freeman connects with a big right hand.  A few more
punches connect before "Subzero" kicks at the midsection of Rogers,
knocking him to a knee.]

GM:  Look at Freeman!  He's snapped!

[Kick after kick after kick connects to the midsection of Rogers,
putting him down on the mat.  Freeman quickly pulls him to his feet,
dragging him to the ropes.  He grabs Rogers by the wrist, firing him
across the ring.]

GM:  Irish whip... go-behind on Rogers into a waistlock...

[With the Australian holding a waistlock, Rogers reaches down, grabbing
the wrists of Freeman, prying them apart before executing an armtwist on
Freeman.]

GM:  Pressure on the arm... and Freeman reverses it!

[The Australian applies an armbar before switching to a hiplock
takeover.  Freeman dives for a leg on Rogers, hooking a kneebar...

...but the Natural hooks the nearby ropes, forcing a break.]

GM:  Freeman holds the kneebar til the count of four... and breaks the
hold.  

BW:  These two have fought a pretty even match so far, Gordo.

GM:  They certainly have.  

[Rogers rolls under the ropes to the floor, walking around the ringside
area.]

GM:  The Natural walking around, glaring at Freeman.  He may be trying
to regroup, come up with a new strategy.

BW:  I'm not sure he needs a new strategy yet.  The old one could still
work, Gordo.

[The ringside fans split between shouting at Rogers to get back into the
ring and encouraging him as he walks around the ring, finally climbing
up on the ring apron, stepping back into the ring.]

GM:  Rogers is back inside the ring - Freeman moving in on him...

[A quick tie-up occurs as they two men jockey for position.]

GM:  Fans, we're going to take a quick break and we'll be right back
with the conclusion of this big Main Event matchup!

[Hold on a shot of Rogers and Freeman tangling up near the ropes before
fading to black.

After a moment, we fade back up on a very long shot of the exterior of a
pretty dingy looking building.]

"Have you ever dreamed of fame?"

[Cut a little closer.]

"Of glory?"

[A little closer.]

"Of your friends and family seeing you on television?"

[And just a little closer, revealing a red, white, and blue sign that
reads "AWA Combat Corner."]

"Well, now you can make all your dreams come true by signing up today at
the AWA Combat Corner - the official training school for the American
Wrestling Alliance!"

[We cut to the interior of the building where we can see lots of
standard gym equipment surrounding a very basic wrestling ring.  There
are people lifting weights, running on treadmills, and of course,
working out in the ring.]

"With the very best trainers in the business, the AWA Combat Corner is
the most-equipped training facility to get you in shape and get you in
the ring in the shortest amount of time!"

[Cut into the ring where Todd Michaelson is barking out instructions.]

"With former World Champion Todd Michaelson leading the classes, you can
guarantee that you will be prepared for in-ring action upon graduation
and with the AWA expanding by the day, you will have a place to work on
Day One!"

[Two young students are grappling on the canvas.]

"So, stop by the Combat Corner today... call our offices... visit our
website... and let them know that you want to be the next AWA Superstar!
 You want to be the future of the business!

You want to wrestle!"

[Fade to a graphic that has all the info on the AWA Combat Corner.  We
freeze there for a moment...

...and then fade back to live action where Adam Rogers is leaning
against the buckles, Adrian Freeman stepping up on the middle rope.]

GM:  Welcome back, fans - Freeman has taken control during the break...

[The Australian rains down blow after blow after blow to the skull of
Adam Rogers.  There's no count from the fans, simply jeers as he pummels
the former World Champion.]

GM:  Freeman's all over Rogers!  Pounding away at the skull of the
Natural!

[Freeman drops down off the ropes, grabbing Rogers by the wrist.]

GM:  Irish whi- 

[The Australian spins around in mid-whip, throwing Rogers HARD back into
the buckles and immediately charges the few feet towards the corner,
blitzing the former World Champion with a clothesline.]

GM:  Ohhh!  Hard in the buckles... Freeman dragging him out...

["Subzero" slings Rogers' arm over his neck, hoisting him up into the
air...

...and dropping him down in a vertical suplex!]

GM:  Nicely executed suplex by Freeman!

[The Australian sits up on the mat, smirking at the jeering crowd.  He
slowly climbs to his feet, shouting towards a rowdy ringside fan before
turning around.  With Rogers up on all fours, Freeman leaps over him,
taking him down in an Oklahoma Roll!]

GM:  Rollup!  One!  Two!  Th- Rogers grabs the ropes!

[Freeman quickly untangles himself from Rogers, dragging the Natural up
and delivering a knee up into the chest of the former World Champion. 
The Australian throws Rogers back into the corner, marching in towards
him...

...and catching a boot to the gut from Adam Rogers!]

GM:  Rogers is fighting back!

[Grabbing Freeman by the head, Rogers blasts him with a right hand that
sends him staggering away.]

GM:  This has been quite a physical battle, Bucky.

BW:  It really has.  It's been back and forth and these two are really
throwing down on one another.

GM:  And shockingly, it's been a fairly clean battle so far as well.

[Pulling Freeman out of the corner, Rogers scoops him up...

...and then falls backwards, the weight of Freeman crashing down on his
chest.]

GM:  Ohh!  One!  Two!   Thr- kickout!  That was a close one.

BW:  It just shows how easy a match can end.  Just the slightest mistake
can end a match in an instant.

GM:  Rogers right back to his feet, pulling Freeman up as well.  

[Grabbing the Australian, Rogers hooks a front facelock, slinging
Freeman's arm over his neck.]

GM:  Suplex coming up... he lifts!

[But at the peak of the lift, Freeman gets his 190 pounds going back the
other way, pulling Rogers down in a small package.]

GM:  ONE!!  TWO!!  THR- OHHH!

[The shoulder pops free just in the nick of time as Rogers escapes the
pinning predicament.  The Natural seems a bit surprised as he gets back
to his feet, moving in on Freeman again...

...and getting his legs yanked out from under him before Freeman flips
over the top, applying a double leg cradle.]

GM:  Cradle!  ONE!!  TWO!!  THRE- SHOULDER UP AGAIN!

[Rogers rolls free of the Australian, pushing himself up off the mat
while "Subzero" does the same.]

GM:  Both men back to their feet - ohh!  Right hand by Rogers knocks
Freeman back into the corner!  The Natural moving in... and another big
right hand to the jaw!

[Leaning in, the Natural wraps a hand around the windpipe.]

GM:  Choke!  Another choke!

[The referee starts the count again as Rogers attempts to strangle
Freeman against the buckles.]

GM:  The count reaches two... and three... and four... and breaks just
before the count of five.  Adam Rogers is showing a little desperation
here tonight, Bucky.

BW:  He absolutely is.  All the talk of Adrian Freeman taking shortcuts
here tonight has proved to be for nothing.  It's Adam Rogers who is
taking shortcuts.  Two blatant chokes right in front of the referee
already in this match.

GM:  Rogers drags Freeman out of the corner... side lift... ohh! 
Backbreaker down across the knee!

[With Freeman laid out on the mat, the Natural walks to the corner,
hopping up to the midbuckle.]

GM:  Rogers on the middle rope... sizing up Freeman...

[The Natural hurls himself off the ropes, legs outstretched.]

GM:   LEEEEGDRRROOO- NOOOO!  Freeman moved out of the way!

[Breathing heavily, the Australian slowly pushes himself off the mat,
climbing to his feet.  He reaches down, dragging the hurting Rogers up
to his feet.]

GM:  Irish whip by Freeman... SLEEPER!

[The crowd roars in shock as the Australian cranks down on the
sleeperhold, trying to render his opponent unconscious.]

GM:  Freeman's got that locked in!

BW:  He certainly does - he jumps up on the back of Rogers, trying to
increase the leverage, increase the pressure on the hold.  That
sleeper's on tight, Gordo!

[The Natural's arms flail back and forth, pumping in the air, trying to
free himself from the Australian's grasp.  The crowd roars their support
for the former World Champion, trying to cheer him on to escape the
sleeperhold.]

GM:  The fans are rallying behind Rogers - trying to cheer him on. 
Trying to help him out of this dangerous situation.

BW:  Rogers is trying to wiggle out of this.  There's no-

GM:  Ohh!  Rogers drives him back to the corner!

[Still trapped in the hold, Rogers staggers a few feet out of the
buckles...

...and then slams backwards again, smashing Freeman in the corner.]

GM:  Rogers staggers out again, trying to find a way out.  

BW:  Freeman slipped off the back.  That'll take some of the pressure
out of the hold and-

GM:  Rogers turned into it... side waistlock...

[The crowd cheers as the Natural hoists Freeman up into the air,
dropping him down in a back suplex...

...but the Australian keeps the sleeperhold applied with both men down
on the canvas.]

GM:  They're both down on the mat!  The sleeper's still on!

[Rogers' arms slowly stop moving, dropping down limply to the mat as the
referee steps in, lifting one arm...

...and watching it drop.]

GM:  That's once.  If the arm drops three times, this match is over.

BW:  Come on, "Subzero" - keep it cranked on!

GM:  Rogers is showing absolutely no signs of life here.

[Freeman screams "CHECK HIM!" at the referee as the official grabs the
arm again, lifting it up...

...and watching it drop.]

GM:  That's two.

BW:  One more, Gordo!  One more!

[But before the referee can lift the arm for a third time, Rogers rolls
over into a lateral press.]

GM:  ONE!!  TWO!! 

BW:  That breaks the hold.  Freeman had to break the hold or he was
going to be pinned right there in the center of the ring.

GM:  Good point, Bucky.  Rogers frees himself from the sleeper, rolling
under the ropes to the floor.

[The dazed Natural drops to a knee, shaking his head back and forth to
clear the cobwebs.  Freeman rolls under the ropes to the floor, drilling
Rogers with a forearm to the back of the head, knocking him down on the
barely-padded concrete.]

GM:  What a shot by Freeman!  Rogers just got flattened by that shot to
the back of the head!

BW:  Adrian Freeman has gotta be smelling it, Gordo.  The time is now. 
The moment is at hand.  This is his chance to win the biggest singles
match of his life.

GM:  Freeman pulls him up by the hair - ohh!  Facefirst to the ring
apron, shoving Rogers under the ropes into the squared circle.  Now he's
rolling back in as well - both men back inside the ring.

[Freeman is immediately back to his feet, approaching Rogers who scoots
back into the buckles, trying to regroup...

...but failing as "Subzero" plants his boot against Rogers' windpipe,
pressing down on his throat.]

GM:  That's a choke!

BW:  No kidding!  Are you mad at this one?

GM:  It's a blatant choke, Bucky.

BW:  So were the ones that Rogers did!  You weren't complaining then!

[Freeman backs off at the count of four, looking around at the jeering
crowd.  He starts to move back in...

...and catches a boot to the knee, knocking Freeman backwards.  A second
kick to the knee does the same, knocking the Australian to a knee.]

GM:  Rogers is fighting back again!  This man just will not give in!

[Grabbing the injured leg, Rogers rips it out from under him, taking
Freeman down to the mat.  He throws the foot down on the bottom rope,
promptly springing off the middle rope, dropping all of his weight down
on the bent knee.]

GM:  Ohh!  

BW:  Rogers is taking it up a notch - trying to disable the knee on
Freeman.  That would definitely change this matchup.  It might be enough
to turn the tide permanently in Rogers' direction.

GM:  Rogers now dragging Freeman across the ring by the foot... pulling
him out to the middle...

[Placing his foot on the upper thigh of Freeman, Rogers does a front
flip, snapping the leg hard.]

GM:  That could tear a knee - rip a hamstring, who knows?

BW:  Freeman is screaming in pain, trying to fight off that agony.

GM:  Rogers grabs Freeman by the hair, pulling the Australian to his
feet... and now picking up the leg...

[Rogers holds the foot, Freeman hopping up and down...

...and then leaping into the air, lashing out with his foot to the back
of the Natural's head!]

BW:  ENZUGIRI!

GM:  Whoa!  Adrian Freeman going beyond the usual pages of his playbook!
 I don't think I've ever seen anything like that from the Australian -
have you?

BW:  Absolutely not.  Freeman just went up and nailed him with that
kick.  We know how Freeman feels about high flyers so for him to use a
move like that - well, now he's feeling some desperation.

GM:  Both men are down on the mat - the referee laying a count down on
both of them.

[The crowd stirs, trying to root both men back to their feet so the
match can continue.  The fans clap in rhythm - over and over and over -
for the Natural as he tries to get back to a vertical base.]

GM:  Both men trying to get up - both men starting to rise to their
feet.

[At the count of six, both men reach their feet...

...where Rogers promptly BLASTS Freeman with a right hand, sending him
sprawling back towards the ropes.  A hard elbow to the back of the head
follows up, knocking Freeman down to a seat on the canvas.]

GM:  Rogers is all over him - showing more of that mean streak we've
seen lately.  

[Pulling Freeman off the mat, Rogers throws him over the middle rope...

...and then leans down on the back of the head and neck, forcing the
windpipe down on the ropes.]

GM:  Well, there's more of that mean streak.

BW:  Come on, Gordo.  That's a choke - call it!  

GM:  It's a choke.  Yes.

BW:  Get mad!  Get angry!

[At the count of four, Rogers backs away again...

...and SHOVES the protesting official to a shocked reaction from the
crowd.]

GM:  Whoa!  Look out!

BW:  That's a DQ, Gordo!

GM:  It's referee's discretion but it certainly could be.  Adam Rogers
is losing his composure and that could cost him in a big, big way if
he's not careful here.

[Rogers slowly moves in, grabbing the downed Freeman by the hair...

...and getting a hard back elbow driven into his midsection!]

GM:  Ohh!  Freeman caught him in the gut!

[The Australian rears back and drives another elbow in, catching Rogers
in the midsection.  A third elbow connects as well, sending the Natural
spiraling away.]

GM:  Rogers is knocked away - Freeman back to his feet...

[Winding up, Freeman drives a clenched fist into the side of Rogers'
face, sending him backwards in the ropes.  The Australian grabs Rogers
around the waist, hoisting him up and depositing him on the top
turnbuckle...

...but a hard right hand sends Rogers falling off the ropes, down onto
the canvas outside the ring.  A few hard stomps connect, pushing Rogers
off the apron and down to the floor.]

GM:  Freeman sends Rogers out to the floor!

BW:  Not quite - he's out on the apron.

GM:  The Australian drags Rogers through the ropes back into the ring...
snapmare takes Rogers down to the mat in the middle of the ring... ohh! 
Kneedrop down into the chest!

[Freeman throws himself down across Rogers' chest.]

GM:  There's a cover - one!  Two!  Thre- shoulder up!

BW:  Close one, Gordo.  Freeman's getting so close.

GM:  The Australian drags Rogers up off the mat, grabbing him by the
wrist... big whip...

[Sprinting towards Rogers, Freeman fells him with a running back elbow
to the jaw, knocking the Natural down to the canvas.]

GM:  Good grief!  What a shot by Freeman!

[Wincing in pain and exhaustion, Freeman staggers over to Rogers,
leaning over to grab the Natural's legs, hooking them under his arms...

...and then flipping Rogers over onto his stomach!]

GM:  DEEP FREEZE!  THE DEEP FREEZE IS ON!

BW:  That's gonna do it!  Freeman's got it locked in tight!

GM:  Rogers is fighting it!  He's close ot the ropes - he just might be
able to get there!  Freeman is leaning back in the Boston Crab, trying
to turn up the pressure...

[Freeman leans back...

...but to no avail as Rogers hooks his hand around the bottom rope,
forcing the break.  The referee starts a count, a screaming Adrian
Freeman keeping the hold applied.]

GM:  Come on!  Break the hold!

BW:  He's got until the count of five, Gordo!

GM:  Three... four... fiv- just barely.  He just barely broke the hold
in time to avoid a DQ.

[Freeman steps away from the downed Rogers, glaring at the referee as he
reaches down, grabbing the Natural by the feet to drag him out towards
the middle of the ring.]

GM:  Freeman puts him in the middle.  He may be going for it again.  He
grabs the legs and-

[When "Subzero" leans over to grab the legs, Rogers POPS him with a
right hand right in the side of the head, sending Freeman falling back
into the ropes.]

GM:  Rogers breaks the hold!  The Natural avoided the Deep Freeze!

[The Natural climbs back to his feet, slowly approaching Freeman who is
up against the ropes.  Rogers grabs him by the arm.]

GM:  Whip by Rog- reversed!

[Freeman sets for a backdrop but sets too early, allowing Rogers to pull
up short, driving a boot up into the face of the Australian, knocking
him back against the ropes...

...which allows the Natural to charge towards him.]

GM:  Here comes Rog- 

[Rogers executes a baseball slide, slipping through the legs of Freeman
to end up outside the ring on the floor.  The former World Champion
reaches back under the ropes, yanking Freeman's legs out from under
him.]

GM:  Oh!  Nice move by Rogers!  What's he- 

BW:  Look out!

[Grabbing the foot on the injured limb, Rogers lifts Freeman's leg high
in the air...

...and SLAMS the injured knee down on the ring apron!]

GM:  OHHH!

[The crowd roars as Rogers repeats the action - once, twice, three
times.]

GM:  Four times Rogers sends the injured knee down into the apron!

BW:  That's gotta be illegal - right?

GM:  Rogers rolls under the bottom rope back inside the ring.

[The Natural regains his feet, dragging Freeman by the wrist back to the
middle of the ring.  He circles around him, picking up the Australian's
feet.]

GM:  He's calling for it!  He's going for the Natural Selection!

[Still holding the feet, Rogers steps through the legs, leaning over...

...which allows Freeman to reach up, grabbing Rogers by the head, and
pulls him down into a cradle.]

GM:  ONE!!  TWO!!  THREEEEEEE!!!!


"DING!  DING!  DING!"


GM:  Oh my stars!  Freeman pins Rogers!  Freeman pins Rogers!

[Freeman springs to his feet, fists pumping in the air.]

MC:  Your winner of the match...

AAAAAADRIAN FREEEEEEEMAN!!!

[Freeman continues his celebration as a frustrated and upset Adam Rogers
kneels on the canvas, glaring at the man who just pinned him to the mat
for a three count.]

BW:  This is awesome, Gordo!  What a moment!  The WKIK Studios just got
a fantastic way to end the last AWA show in this building for a long,
long while.

GM:  Are you kidding me?  There's not a soul in this building who is
happy about that.

BW:  Except for me and Adrian Freeman!

[With the crowd booing, Calisto Dufresne comes charging from the locker
room, diving under the ropes to join his partner-in-crime's celebration
inside the ring.]

GM:  And here comes that backjumper Dufresne to join in on this.  What a
scene this is.  These two guys are celebrating the win - and rightfully
so, I suppose - but I can't believe that-

[The crowd roars as Rogers charges across the ring, throwing right hands
at both Dufresne and Freeman.]

GM:  The Natural's after them both! 

BW:  Look at this guy - what a sore loser he is.

GM:  He's all over Freeman in the corner- ohh!  Big right hand knocks
Dufresne off his feet as well!  

[Charging back in, Rogers leaps to the middle rope...

...and starts raining down blows on the stunned Freeman.]

GM:  He's pounding Freeman!  He's-

[Back on his feet, Dufresne grabs Rogers by the back of the trunks,
YANKING him down off the ropes, causing to smash down hard on the
canvas, the back of his head hitting the mat.]

GM:  OHHHH!

[Dufresne is immediately on the attack, stomping and kicking the downed
Rogers to the roaring boos of the crowd.  A moment later, Adrian Freeman
joins the attack.]

GM:  Dufresne and Freeman stomping Rogers into the mat!  Come on,
referee!

[But it's not the referee who makes the save for Adam Rogers...]

GM:  BROUSSARD!

[The crowd ERUPTS as the San Jose Shark and former National Champion
dives headfirst under the ropes.  A flurry of blows to the two attackers
sends both Dufresne and Freeman fleeing from the ring...

...leaving Broussard and Rogers all alone in the ring once more.]

GM:  The Shark has cleared house!  He's saved Adam Rogers again!

[Broussard leans over, pulling Rogers to his feet...

...and gets POPPED in the jaw with a right hand, knocking the former
National Champion down to the mat!]

GM:  OHHHHHH!

BW:  He drilled him!  He didn't give a damn that it was Broussard that
saved him!

GM:  Are you sure?  I mean... he didn't know, right?  He didn't know
that the San Jose Shark had saved him!  He thought it was Dufresne or
Freeman!

BW:  Keep dreaming, Gordo.  He knew it was Broussard and he just didn't
care.

[Rogers stands stunned, leaning against the ropes, staring down at a
equally-stunned Broussard...

...and then exits the ring, walking from the squared circle towards the
locker room with the crowd giving a mixed reaction to what they just saw
him do.]

GM:  Fans, it's been an exciting night of AWA action here in the WKIK
Studios!  It's been a wild night here in Dallas, Texas.  We'll see you
in two weeks' time in Houston for Memorial Day Mayhem!  So long
everybody!

[And with a stunned Broussard staring over the ropes at the leaving
Rogers...

...we fade to black.]