(Special Event) AWO: Independence Day

[Prez Shay]

OOC: Remember, as I said, I'll be posting this as 3 parts. This is only the first of the three. Enjoy.

- AWO: Independence Day -

The masses have arrived at the Detroit-based AWO arena. Tonight, they all predict something special… something amazing… something that could only happen in the Attitude Wrestling Organisation. While the show isn’t set to start for another short while, the crowd is still at a frenzy, and suddenly, as if as a reward for getting there on time or even a little early, the AWOTron flickers to life.

------------------ (Maverick) ------------------

The scene is set, the lights are dimmed and Independence Day is nigh. A cameraman walks into the Ego Trip locker room to find Maverick and Chris Bond watching their wide-screen TV which, for once, does not have Desperate Housewives on it. The scene however, is not totally dissimilar. The picture is that of a leafy, tree-lined street, picturesque in every way. This picture is the definition of suburbia. The cameraman instantly senses that something horrible is about to happen (he's in the Ego Trip locker room after all) and makes an attempt to leave. Bond is quicker than the camera guy and is able to slam the door in front of him, trapping the three of them inside.

Bond: "Please, stay for the show, it will be... quite a blast..."

Mav: "That's right Frank, Bond and I figured, since it's Independence Day, we would go with the tradition and have ourselves a little fireworks display."

The cameraman seems to be at ease now.

Cameraman: "Oh, great, I love fireworks. You can't really have them indoors though, they just hit the roof... That's not very fun."

Mav: "You're right, generic camera guy, indoor fireworks AREN'T fun. Which is why we have something very special in mind. A fireworks display on a scale NEVER seen before in the AWO. Something so huge that we couldn't even test it first. You see, here on this screen is Michael Polowy's street. Beautiful isn't it? And rigged up inside Mr. Polowy's house is one metric tonne of pyrotechnics! Isn't that exciting?!"

Cameraman: "That sounds a little dangerous, doesn't it?"

Mav: "Dangerous? Never! I had Bond rig it all up personally."

Bond (under his breath): "And I had the work experience kid rig it all up personally."

Mav: "What was that...?"

Bond: "I said I take great pride in my work as a pyrotechnician!"

Cameraman: "So what can we be expecting here...?"

Mav: "If Bond followed my instructions, we should just get some pyro shooting out of the chimney and stuff..."

Bond: "So, without further ado! Direct from Albany, New York!!!"

Mav: "...Buffalo..."

Bond looks around, confused, putting down the cartoon-style dynamite plunger.

Bond: "What about Buffalo...?"

Mav: "Polowy is from Buffalo... not Albany..."

Bond looks even more baffled now.

Bond: "But the fireworks are in Albany..."

Mav: "Bond, don't even fuck with me here. We were going to celebrate Independence Day by making Polowy's house independent from its foundations. What the hell do you mean you rigged up the fireworks in the wrong house, in the wrong town?!"

Bond: "...You wanna just blow it up anyway?"

Mav: "...Yeah..."

Bond stomps on the plunger and instantly the house explodes, sending huge green, blue and red fireballs into the air. Fireworks erupt into the sky in their thousands and the night sky of Albany is lit up by a full metric tonne of pyro. The sky flares into a thousand different colours as they slowly descent back to the earth.

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And with that, pyros suddenly blast off around the arena and the crowd gives a thunderous roar in approval as the miniature fireworks blast from the ring, the ramp, and the entranceway itself.

Commentator #1: “Hello, and welcome to AWO: Independence Day!”

Commentator #2: “Yes, welcome. Tonight we… oh no. Danger, Commentator Number One! DANGER!”

Suddenly the two robot commentators jump up off their chairs and over the barricade, disappearing through the crowd, as Mike and Rob come running down the ramp with baseball bats, looking mighty pissed. They jump behind the commentary desk and put their headsets on.

Mike: “Those lousy robots. Just because this event wasn’t sanctioned by the AWO doesn’t mean they can take our jobs for the night!”

Rob: “Wait… they’re robots!?”

Mike: “Anyway, I think we have a bit of a surprise for the fans tonight. We have a special guest speaker to start the show.

Rob: “Oh?! I’m intrigued!”

Suddenly, Star Spangled Banner rips through the air and the crowd, already standing, cheers madly. Suddenly, George W. Bush himself walks out through the entranceway, much to the delight of MOST of the crowd. He walks to one side of the stage, where a podium has been set up.

George Bush: “So I… I… you see… freedom. Freedom is what this country is all about. It’s like… when you have people… who aren’t restricted. You see… America… is a great… thing. And so here in Alabama where I stand today. No wait, sorry, it’s Georgia right? Australia? One of our states anyway. So yes… freedom…is like…”

There is a giant pause. A momentous one in fact. It’s hard to tell if he’s pausing for effect and lost his way, or if he doesn’t know how to continue. Lucky for him, an interruption appears… in the form of Guy Martin running out of the entranceway! Bush doesn’t notice any of this until Guy Martin has grabbed him by the back of the neck and thrown him right off the side of the stage and to the concrete floor below!! The crowd cheers even more madly than when he appeared, and Guy Martin raises his arms in victory. Just then, however, secret service agents appear from all directions and rush at him. He kicks one in the stomach, sending him backwards, and then runs past, rushing backstage as a throng of men in dark glasses continue pursuit.

Rob: “Oh wow… do you think the President is hurt Mike?”

Mike: “All I know is there’s something far more important going down. And that is… emo kids…”

As if on cue, Larry takes to the ring.

Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from parts unknown… former children’s show host and newest AWO wrestler… Captain D!”

‘When You Wish Upon A Star’ hits, sending the more docile crowd members to sleep instantly. The rest, however, give a hearty cheer for their favourite ex-children’s show host as he makes his way down from the ramp… or… should be making his way down the ramp. Instead, as Larry watches the ramp and waits, no one comes out. He looks on, puzzled, for a moment, before turning and being startled by Captain D himself, watching the entranceway and clapping delightedly. Larry shakes his head, and looks like he thinks he’s losing his mind, but continues.

Larry: “And his opponent, from his parent’s basement and also making his debut here for the AWO, being accompanied to the ring by the Bleeding Hearts Club… Wrists!”

Simple Plan’s ‘Perfect’ hits and immediately the non-14 year old teenager section of the crowd begins to crowd. The 14-year old emo kids sprawled throughout the arena are easily spotted by their lack of booing, and ejected immediately from the arena, being replaced by hot cheerleaders, forcing everyone to cheer. Meanwhile, Wrists has already made his way down to the ring, with his overweight comrades now circling the ring, their eyes always on Captain D.

Mike: “I don’t like D’s chances in this match if the rest of The Bleeding Hearts Club gets involved!”

Rob: “Wait…”

Mike: “Yes?”

Rob: “If this isn’t a sanctioned event, why are our regular referees still on duty?”

Before Mike can answer however (most conveniently for me), the referee calls for the bell and the two begin to circle the ring. D walks towards Wrists and holds his hand out, smiling. Wrists only brushes his fringe out of his eyes and attacks, throwing wild and… not overly powerful… punches into D’s head and shoulders. The punches are so remarkably ineffective in fact, they even fail to knock off D’s hat. D grabs Wrist’s arm and pulls him over, before giving him a vertical suplex, sending him hard into the mat. Wrists writhes in pain for a bit before getting up, but only as far as his knees. Captain D walks towards him but suddenly tears start forming in Wrist’s eyes, and running down his cheeks. D stops, heartbroken. He walks towards Wrists, looking sincerely concerned.

Mike: “Oh, what the hell is this?”

Just before D reaches Wrists, one of The Bleeding Hearts members, Unloved, jumps up onto the apron. The referee, seeing this, immediately takes action, rushing towards him and making him get down. Unfortunately, this is exactly what Wrists had planned, and he sends his forearm up hard directly into D’s nether regions. D’s expression changes, and goes rather blank. He falls to his knees… however doesn’t seem to go any paler than he already is, possibly due to that being an impossibility. Wrists climbs, giving a brief smile as he brushes the hair from his field of vision again. He stands over D, and then grabs D’s head, slamming it down onto his knee.

Rob: “Whoa, vicious.”

D falls down onto his back, however Wrists suddenly looks at his victim and backs away. He plants his fingernails into his skin near elbows, and drags them down to the wrists, scratching harshly on his own skin. He yelps out in pain, and looks around at the crowd, hoping for sympathy.

Rob: “This kid needs help.”

While he’s doing so, D has climbed back to his feet, slowly. Wrists turns to see him, and D shakes his head at him, and waves his finger, frowning. Wrists just shrugs, and charges at him again. This time however, D steps forward at the last moment and clotheslines Wrists with devastating force. Wrists actually flips mid air, before landing on his back. There he stays, arms outstretched, looking unable to move. Captain D looks alarmed for a second, and then remembers why he’s here and drops down to pin. Wrists however, looks towards the rest of The Bleeding Hearts Club, and winks.

Mike: “Oh, this is a ploy!!”

As soon as Captain D covers Wrists, suddenly Wrists shifts momentum and… and nothing. Unfortunately for Wrists, he seems to lack the physical strength required to reverse the pin. The referee drops and starts the count.

One…

Two… Wrists starts flailing his legs and arms wildly, clearly trying to lift Captain D off him, but it’s no use.

Three!! Captain D rises off his fallen opponent as the bell rings, and D’s music once again takes to the air.

Rob: “Well, we have a winner! Captain D!”

Mike: “That was an absolute disgrace. I’m actually being informed that that attempted pin reversal was actually one of Wrists trademark finishing maneuvers.”

The referee raises Captain D’s hand in victory, and Captain D tries to help Wrists up. Wrists shies away from him however, and quickly rolls out of the ring, before making his way up the ramp, his shoulders hunched, sulking. The rest of his stable quickly rush to catch up to him, but make no attempt to cheer him up.

Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen… your winner… Captain D!”

Rob: “Was it just me, or did Captain D only do two moves to Wrists then and win?”

Mike: “Erg, let’s not focus on it, and simply move on…

------------------ (Chris Bond) ------------------


[Suddenly the AWO is taken to a train station. Standing against the wall is Chris Bond and Maverick. They’re just chilling. Really, that’s all their doing.]

“You tried these new Berries and Cream Starbursts?”

[Suddenly a small midget/gimp person comes into view. He’s dressed strangely familiar, like a mixture of Mike Polowy and Curtis Knight. You know, if the two got drunk off of Appletinis and had awkward gay sex and made a lovechild, that’s what this fellow looks like. Except he’s not half man/half monkey, and he’s got a sling on his left arm.]

“Pardon me, what kind of Starbursts did you just say?”

[Mav looks at the freak o’ nature.]

“Berries….”

[The freak looks at them both.]

“Berries and what else?”

[Bond begins to speak…]

“And cream…”

[Suddenly the half Polowy/half Curtis Knight love child/abomination to all that is good in the world lets out a weird ass giggle so bone chilling, that it bears not repeating… But after he has taken the souls of the children, the midget monster cocks his head to the one side and starts jumping up and down, dancing…]

“BERRIES AND CREAM! BERRIES AND CREAM! I’M A LITTLE LAD WHO LOVES BERRIES AND CREAM!”

[Suddenly the little freak of nature begins to clap his hands too. Bond and Mav still stand back against the wall.]

“BERRIES AND CREAM! BERRIES AND CREAM! I’M A LITTLE LAD WHO LOVES BEEEEEEEEEERRRRIIIIEEEESSSS AND CREEEEEEEEEEEAAAAMM!!”

[Suddenly, out of nowhere, a baseball bat comes down right atop the skull of the little midget minotaur. The freak goes down like a Cheap Shot’s sister at a Nightranger concert.]

“Mike Polowy. Curtis Knight. Consider this a warning. The games are over.”

[Bond looks over at Mav, who drops the handle of the bat.]

“Yeah…. ‘cause that’s how we roll… bitches!”

[Bond kicks the little freak as he and Mav suddenly run off, as the screen flashes to static.]

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The crowd is stunned silent by what they just saw. Those who’ve seen the Starburst ad at least know what to make of it. Those that don’t are huddled with their loved ones, fearing Invasion of the tiny Berries and Cream monsters.

Rob: “…”

Mike: “…er…”

Rob: “They’re at a train station? Their match is up next! What are they doing?”

Mike: “… I think you’ll find that was recorded earlier Rob.”

Rob: “They can do that now?!”

------------------ (Curtis Knight) ------------------

The AWO Tron flares to life revealing nothing but the top of Curtis Knight’s head in his hands.

Curtis Knight: “An Elimination Tag Team Table Match. What the hell have I gotten myself into?”

Knight can be seen visibly shaking his head, dread in his voice.

Curtis Knight: “With two of the toughest sons of bitches in the AWO.”

Slowly Knight removes his hands from his face as he raises his head. And instead of the look of concern and doubt expected there is a sick twisted grin on his face and a glint of madness in his golden brown eyes.

Curtis Knight: “What am I gonna do?

Really. I was given the exact match that I wanted. Just think about it really. Mike and I are going to be stepping into the ring with Ego Trip, now let’s break this down. Let me start with Maverick.

Maverick, pfftt. What kind of name is that anyway? What is he, some kinda James Garner cowboy wannabe? When’s the last time anyone’s seen him in a match, let alone a tag team match.

Then we have Mr. Reality Chris Bond. Well the reality is he hasn’t been in a match in a while either. Mr. Bond has been too busy running AWO, and not well at that, like a good little lap dog for Shay Semmens.”

Knight shakes his head.

Curtis Knight: “Meanwhile Mike and I have been touring the country tearing each other apart. Learning each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

Now you tell me who’s on top of their game.

I know that each and everyone of you want to see Mike and I go out there tonight and self-destruct and turn on each other. Sorry, but that’s not going to happen. Not tonight. Tonight I have one thing on my mind, and that’s the AWO Tag Team Championship.

If I have to win this match on my own so be it. Tonight Ego Trip goes down.”

The scene fades out as Knight walks away from the camera, and assumedly toward the entranceway as his match is just about to start.

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[Prez Shay]

Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is an Elimination Tag Team match, and is for the AWO World Tag Team Titles. Introducing first, the current Tag Team Champions… Ego Trip!”

’Crave’ by the Butterfly Effect hits, and the crowd gives a loud yet mixed reaction as Maverick and Bond appear at the head of the ramp, in front of the overly large entranceway. Bond looks slightly bemused at the fact that they are using Maverick’s entrance music.

Rob: “Say, does that entranceway look… unusually large tonight? I mean, what does it need to be that big for?”

Mike: “Maybe your mum is coming out! BOOMTISH!”

The two members of Ego Trip walk past the table that’s set up at the bottom of the ramp (4 tables are set up, one on each side of the ring) and take to the ring. The referee tries to take their tag titles away but both members are reluctant to hand theirs over. They do, however, finally hand them over and the referee lifts them high into the air before carrying them out of the ring (after all, it’s a table match, why does he need to stand in the ring?)

Larry: “And the challengers, reuniting tonight as The Legend’s Club of old… Michael ‘The Man’ Polowy, and Curtis Knight!!”

‘There and Back’ by Daughtry hits and the crowd gives yet another mixed reaction as Curtis Knight makes his way out onto the top of the ramp alone. He stands there for a few seconds before his music is replaced by Three Days Grace’s ‘Animal I Have Become.’ Mike Polowy walks out, and much to the relief of most of the crowd, no erection can be seen. They both make their way down to the ring together and slide inside. Ego Trip take some steps back, but Mike and Curtis waste absolutely no time, and rush the opposition!

Rob: “Oh! It’s starting already!”

The Legend’s Club members charge forward, going for whoever is directly ahead, which happens to be Bond for Polowy and Maverick for Knight. Bond and Maverick are both sent backwards, reeling, as their opponents send punches and kicks into them. Maverick quickly drops to the mat though and slides under the ring, finding his feet on the outside. Curtis follows.

Mike: “A strong starting for The Legend’s Club. Ego Trip seemed overwhelmed!”

Bond is left being pummeled into the turnbuckle by Mike Polowy, even though he’s really only using one of his arms and letting the other, injured arm, dangle at his side. He isn’t only using his arm, however, and he begins kicking Bond in the stomach several times. Bond is pushed downwards into a sitting position with his back to the turnbuckle, in a daze, as Polowy continues stomping down on him for a few moments. He then finally relents, stepping back a few paces to catch his breath.

Rob: “Mike really seems fired up here tonight! And look at Curtis go after Maverick!”

Sure enough, Maverick is recovering from the few punches he received from Knight earlier, walking along the side of the ring. Knight however is closing in from behind, which he hasn’t noticed. By the time he does, it’s too late, and Knight plants his foot into the back of Maverick’s knee, sending him to his knees. He then grabs Maverick’s head, and flings it forward, sending Maverick’s face crashing into the mat-covered concrete! Quickly though, he pulls Maverick back to his feet and walks him over to the nearest table. He begins to lift Maverick up, but Maverick becomes wise of the situation, and quickly starts fighting back. Knight tries again to lift him onto the table, but this time Maverick breaks away and steps back, grabbing Knight’s arm and power-whipping him, sending Knight shoulder first into the exposed turnbuckle! There’s a sickening thud as Knight spins off the turnbuckle and goes crashing to the ground on the other side!

Rob: “Oooh, brutal collision there!”

Meanwhile, back in the ring, things still aren’t going well for Bond. He tries to make his way back to his feet, but Mike rushes forward and plants his foot into Bond’s stomach, sending him back down again, winded. Bond climbs back to his feet and this time Mike lets him, but then quickly grabs him and whips him against the ropes. Bond rebounds and comes hurtling back, and Mike ducks down and lifts him up with a flapjack, but then releases, sending Bond JUST over the top rope and onto the table set up on the outside!!!

Rob: “OH MY GOD! BOND… didn’t go through the table?”

Indeed, somehow, despite the fact that Bond landed directly on the table, and even slid off the side, the table did not break! Bond gets up slowly on the other side and looks like he’s just about ready to start a torrent of abuse and complaint, and then he also realises the table didn’t break. He folds the table up and slides it back into the ring. He’s just about to jump up onto the apron himself, when Mike comes sliding through into his face with a baseball slide, knocking him backwards and back down onto the ground!

Rob: “This is not a good day for Bond…”

Back outside the ring, Maverick has moved one of the tables to position it at the corner of the ring. He considers dragging Knight onto his feet, who’s still lying on the ground holding his shoulder, but then he turns and sees Mike Polowy standing alone in the ring, his back turned. Maverick slowly walks towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope.

Mike: “Oh here we go Rob… there is a lot of bad blood here, and I think it’s about to boil over!!”

Maverick stands up in the ring just as Mike turns, but Mike can’t react in time before he’s driven down hard with a massive spear!! Maverick doesn’t climb off Mike after the spear, either, but instead pummels his face with repeated closed fists. Mike eventually manages to scramble away from Maverick and jump to his feet. He turns around and is immediately speared back down to the mat again!!!

Rob: “Oh, there surely can’t be any wind at all left in Polowy now!”

Again Maverick doesn’t climb off Mike, but instead hits him repeatedly in the face and head with punches. Mike tries to scramble away once more, but as he jumps to his feet, Maverick catches Mike’s leg and pulls hard, tripping Mike flat on his face. He then pulls Mike up to his feet anyway, but gives him a snap suplex back down to the ring. He follows through with the move, doing a backwards somersault and ending up sitting beside Mike. He then jumps across so he’s actually sitting on Mike, using his knees to pin down his arms. Mike realises he’s trapped, and desperately tries to wriggle free, but doing so only seems to aggravate his injured shoulder, and he cries out in pain. Seeing this, Maverick grins widely, staring at the shoulder, seemingly remembering Mike’s weakness. Mike looks up at Maverick, helpless, but before Maverick can do anything, Curtis Knight grabs Maverick from behind, lifting him off Mike and giving him a massive Full Nelson Slam back down to the mat!!

Rob: “There just about couldn’t have been a better time for him to show up.”

Mike: “I’d say before Polowy got speared a second time would have been good too…”

Maverick doesn’t seem too injured by the slam however and jumps to his feet quickly. Seemingly blinded with rage, he heads straight for Polowy who’s only just getting up instead of Knight, who’s directly in his way. Knight raises his foot and Maverick runs right into it face first, sending him down.

Rob: “Maverick has to regain control of his emotions here or this one could be a slaughter…”

Knight doesn’t give Maverick a chance to jump back up this time, however. Instead he lifts him into the air, drops to one knee, and brings Maverick’s back down onto his knee with a harsh backbreaker. Maverick grabs at his back, awkwardly, in pain, as Mike gets to his feet, shaking his head at Maverick, who lies broken and in pain on the mat. Mike walks past Maverick, instead of attacking him, and picks up the table Bond slid into the ring earlier. He then leans it up against a turnbuckle.

Mike: “Looks like Maverick is about to get some splinters.

Maverick suddenly kicks Knight in the shin and jumps back to his feet. Knight’s surprise pain doesn’t stop him from reacting, however, and he grabs Maverick before he can escape, punches him square in the stomach, and then throws him up and over his shoulder, slamming him back down to the mat with a Pump-handle Slam! Maverick gasps for air, winded, as Mike motions for Knight to pick him up and send him through the set up table. Knight drags Maverick back to his feet and pulls him over to the table, where he pulls Maverick’s head in between his legs and signals for a powerbomb! Mike watches on with a small grin, walking backward, away from the duo and toward the other corner of the ring slowly, as Knight prepares to lift Maverick.

Mike: “This is gonna be it for Maverick right here!”

Knight wraps his arms around Maverick’s torso, but just before he lifts, he hears a large thud behind him. He turns 180 degrees, to see what’s going on. Bond rushes forward, after having pushed Mike out of the way (and consequentially, over) and mid run, turns and thrusts his foot directly straight over Maverick’s hunched-over body, delivering a massive Reality Check to Knight!!! Knight’s leg’s release Maverick’s head, as he stumbles backwards, looking unable to keep his feet at all, and then goes crashing backwards right through the table!!!

Mike: “Oh wow!! The first elimination!!! Heeee’s outta here!”

The referee helps Knight slide out under the bottom rope, but he seems way too out of it to have any idea what’s going on, after receiving such a massive blow to the face. Mike, however, knows exactly what’s going on. From his position, lying on his side still, on the other side of the ring, he watches as both Bond and Maverick turn to face him. Maverick has a worn out expression, yet one full of twisted glee. Bond looks rather indifferent. Mike makes his way to hit feet as Maverick does on the other side of the ring, Bond standing next to him.

Rob: “Not to state the obvious here… but Mike looks royally screwed.”

Maverick shakes his head, and then charges. Mike braces himself for impact, but at the last second drops down and pulls the top rope down with him! Maverick’s eyes widen as he tries to stop himself from tripping right over the ropes and onto the table below, and for a tense moment, it doesn’t look like he’s going to be able to. He does, however, as he grabs the top rope and with both hands, leaning on it, and looks down at Polowy, shaking his head and smiling. Polowy smiles back, and let’s go of the top rope which he was pulling so tightly, which ricochets back and up directly into Maverick’s throat!! Maverick stumbles backwards, gasping for breath, as Mike uses the ropes to get back to his feet. Maverick finally starts to pull air back to his lungs, but he’s still having trouble, yet goes for Polowy again anyway, hate in his eyes more than ever. Polowy however, with a huge advantage over the barely-able-to-breathe Maverick, kicks him in the stomach, making sure it’s even harder for Maverick to breathe, before grabbing him by the back of the neck and launching him over the ropes and out of the ring. Maverick crashes onto, and through, the table below, as medical staff rush to make sure he can actually breathe.

Rob: “Wow, if he actually meant to do that, that was ruthless… Maverick could be seriously hurt…”

Mike: “Either way, another one bites the dust! And the victory has been sealed for The Legend’s Club now because it’s up to Bond!”

All of that happened in such a space of time that it was almost impossible for Bond, on the other side of the ring, to react. He stands now, stunned at what he’s just seen, as Mike turns toward him, ready to bring an end to the match. Mike charges toward Bond and they lock up, well, almost, but Mike’s shoulder fails him and Bond uses his extra hand to get Mike in a headlock. Mike struggles around the ring to be freed, and eventually pulls his head out of Bond’s arm and whips him hard toward the ropes. He chases Bond, and as he hits the ropes, he follows up with a clothesline, sending him right over the ropes and out of the ring!

Mike: “Well, Bond was lucky there that he fell short of the table! This could have been over!”

Bond climbs back to his knees and shakes his head. He frowns, and gets back to his feet, staring at a cocky Polowy in the ring, who’s shoulder is still clearly bothering him. Bond takes a deep breath, and then slide back into the ring, jumping to his feet quickly and charging at Polowy. Polowy takes a swing at Bond, but Bond blocks it with his arm before sending a giant right hook into Polowy! He follows up with repeated right hooks, sending Polowy reeling towards the ropes!

Rob: “Has Bond found some form?”

Mike manages to block Bond’s left hand punch and grab hold of Bond’s right hand, but before he can do anything else Bond kicks him harshly in the midsection, and follows up with a DDT!!

Mike: “Textbook DDT!”

Mike scrambles back to his feet, but as soon as he turns, Bond grabs his head and gives Mike a Re-adjustment!!! (RKO).

Rob: “Bond is dominating now!”

Bond climbs back to his feet and looks around, realizing that there are no tables in the ring apart from the broken one in the corner. He slides out, folds out, and brings is back into the ring. He sets it up almost directly in the middle of the ring, and then goes back to Polowy… but instead of helping him up, he locks him into a figure four leg-lock! Polowy grimaces in agony as Bond continues to apply the submission hold.

Rob: “Well this won’t get Polowy through a table!”

Mike: “No, but it will wear him down. I think Bond knows what he’s doing for once.”

Bond finally releases the hold, and climbs back to his feet. He helps Polowy back to, and leads him to the table. He grabs Polowy’s far shoulder (rock-bottom style) and is about to send Polowy up and through the table, when suddenly he finds Polowy’s leg’s intertwined with his own, stopping him. Bond struggles to release him, but Mike Polowy suddenly has the roles reversed, and begins to lift Bond up for an Implant DDT!! Mike struggles hard to lift Bond, who’s fighting back, to a height capable of sending him through the table… but before he can do so, suddenly Maverick runs back into the ring with a baseball bat! Mike doesn’t have a chance to notice before Maverick winds back and strikes him hard on his injured shoulder!! Before Maverick can do anything else, Knight has slid back into the ring and wrestled Maverick to the ground! The pair roll out under the bottom rope and to the outside, as Mike collapses in pain on the ring mat, holding his injured shoulder with his other hand!

Rob: “Oh my God, the damage is surely done here!”

Bond grabs Polowy’s arm – the one attached to the sore shoulder – and drags Polowy back to his feet. Polowy cries out in pain as he is pulled up, but more so as Bond puts his hand under Polowy’s upper arm and slowly lifts him into the air! Polowy’s cry of agony can clearly be heard, as he tries to fight back, but Bond holds Polowy’s hand with his other hand to stop him from flailing. He lifts him high into the air, Polowy grimacing and swearing obscenities the whole time, before he suddenly slams him backwards, sending him crashing right through the table!

Rob: “It’s over!!”

The referee calls for the bell and slides back into the ring with the World Tag Team Championship belts. Polowy is still lying, his teeth bared to show his agony, in the center of the ring in the mess that used to be the table. Maverick slides back into the ring, having gotten away from Knight when Bond sent Polowy through the table. The referee hands them their belts, as Bond’s music this time begins to play.

Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen… your winners and STILL AWO World Tag Team Champions!! Ego Trip!!!

Mike: “Well, I’ve gotta tell you, I did not expect that result.”

Rob: “You’ve got to ask yourself though, if Mike wasn’t injured, could you have expected the same result?”

Mike: “To be honest, the injury didn’t come into my mind when I was predicting the result… I just mean I can’t believe Bond actually did something.”

Maverick and Bond make their way back up the ramp with their music blaring, as Knight glares at them and tends to Polowy, while medical staff approach to make sure his shoulder is okay.

Rob: “Well we just have to hope his shoulder is alright after that…”

Mike: “Oh and you know what’s coming up next Rob… it’s time for some CENTRAL HELL!!!”

[Prez Shay]

NOTE: MAIN EVENT STARTS HERE

Sorry for keeping everyone waiting so very long. I hope you enjoy.

Before that can happen, however, the AWOTron flares to life, to show Bond’s locker room. Despite the fact that he barely had time to RUN back there, Bond appears to have grown about seven months worth of facial hair. He looks tired and half insane, spittle falling from his lips, and is shouting at the TV for the match to hurry up and start. The AWOTron switches off again.

Rob: “Er… what… was that?”

Mike: “Never mind that either! CENTRAL HELL, I SAID!”

The arena is bathed in darkness and the crowd cheers, not knowing exactly what’s going on. The AWOTron flares to life, with the word ‘HARDCORE’ printed on it.

This stays this way for a moment before it fades, and we see Ice Rock, as a younger man, tearing up other people and himself in an unknown federation. He is also shown being put through tables, thrown off cells, and having other painful and dangerous things done to him.

Ice Rock: “You have no idea what it’s like to truly put your body on the line…”

The scene then changes to Scruffy Dog, winning the XFL Hardcore Championship. He walks away from the arena, bloodied and bruised, with a large grin on his face. This changes, however, to several years later, to show Scruffy Dog in several ordinary single matches. He’s mostly winning, but he loses some.

Scruffy Dog: “Somewhere along the way… I lost what I once was…”

Scruffy Dog is then shown losing a hardcore match against Bond and Decade, and walking away in shamed defeat. The scene then changes to Ice Rock standing atop the cell announcing Central Hell. He goes through the rules.

Ice Rock: “Weapons hanging from the cell… the World Championship belt hanging fifteen feet above the cell… C4 tables surrounding the cell on the outside…”

Scruffy Dog is shown walking out, looking at the structure, and shaking his head in disbelief… before turning and walking away.

Ice Rock: “I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into… otherwise God help you…”

Scruffy Dog is then shown punching his punching bag, and running on his treadmill. He is shown growing weary… but at the same time, flashes of red light cover the screen occasionally.

Scruffy Dog: “You’ve never even fought anyone in my league Ice. I hope you know what YOU’VE gotten yourself into.

Scruffy Dog is then shown having a chair driven hard down into his head by the one-armed Mike Polowy. He rolls on the ground, in immense pain, laughing. It then cuts to Ice Rock, sitting in the parking lot.

Ice Rock: “I have something to prove to myself and everyone else. I want to prove that I belonged here all along and that I still have what it takes one last time to hang with someone on top of this federation.

It then has a fast forwarded version of Shay Semmen’s limo being towed, and Ice Rock walking away laughing. The screen then goes black for some time, and then fast, heavy music plays as we are shown Scruffy Dog frantically running through his house, trying to save what he can, which it turns out is nothing at all. It shows him drop to his knees, looking at the red paint on the wall, which reads:

Sorry. This was too far to travel every time.

As the house burns down around him, the camera slowly fades to black, and the heavy metal fades with it. After a while, an acoustic version of Scruffy’s entrance theme ‘Falling Away From Me’ begins to play, much softer than the original. Scruffy Dog is shown in flashes walking away a fire engine, and then through the AWO, and finally kicking the shit through Bond for apparently no reason. The screen flashes again repeatedly as he puts several AWO ring technicians through tables or just injures them using the cell. After this happens, it cuts back to the old footage of Ice Rock, flashing between that and the promo of him showcasing all the championships belts he is so proud of. As he does this, Scruffy Dog’s voice is heard.

Scruffy Dog: “I don't care about your past. I don't care about your achievements. I don't care about how you feel right now. I don't care about our friendship. I don't care about you. Try and take away the LAST THING I HAVE in a match where I DESPERATELY want to see blood on my hands... and I can guarantee not only that this is REALLY your last match... but this will probably be your last NIGHT on Earth.”

It then cuts to stock footage of Scruffy Dog tearing apart various wrestlers over the years, crossed with the stock footage of Ice Rock doing the same. The music has now returned to fast, heavy metal.

Ice Rock: “You want a war boy, then you’ve gotten yourself a damn war.”

The video then shows both wrestlers trash talking each other, angrily, with rage in their eyes. The music then stops, and the screen goes black. Finally, with no music at all playing, old footage is shown with Scruffy Dog and Ice Rock, walking down the corridor together talking and laughing happily. After a moment of this, two quick flashes are shown, one of Scruffy Dog blankly staring with a hint of rage, and one of Ice Rock screaming into the camera.

The AWOTron the goes dead, and the crowd roars in approval as the pyros blast from the stage area (not the ring area though, of course, because now C4 tables have been set up around the outside of the cell.) The first ten to fifteen rows closest to the ring barricade have been moved back, despite the fact that the ring barricade was already far further from the ring than would normally be expected. The cell has already been lowered (having been done during the video footage, obviously) and the cables that held the cell suspended are now disappearing into the roof. The only cable remaining is the one that holds the AWO World Title 35 feet above the ground, 15 feet above the cell itself. A ladder is already set up in the middle of the cell, showing the way to reach the belt. Spotlights shine all over the cell, and a reminder is heard over the loudspeakers to keep as far back from the cell as possible, in case of explosion.

Mike: “Oh my God Rob! This is finally happening! What an enormous match!”

Rob: “Hey, is it just me, or are we by FAR closer to the explosive tables than anyone else?”

Mike and Rob look around, and then hightail it back over the barricade and past several rows of seats. They lose access to their monitors, but luckily their microphones are wireless, and their coverage of the match won’t be affected.

Mike: “Wow, will you just look at that cell? Look at the weapons hanging from it! There’s a metal baseball bat, a two-by-four wrapped in barbed wire and… is that a bowling ball I see?”

Sure enough, along with the other weapons hanging from wire in the ring, a bowling ball is swinging slightly, almost directly in the middle, just about head height. Larry stands next to the commentary desk, not seeming not to want to get too close to the four explosive tables.

Larry: “Ladies and Gentlemen… the following match is for the Attitude Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Championship, and is a Central Hell match. There are no rules, except that the person to retrieve the AWO Title belt from above the cell wins the match and is the new (or retaining) AWO World Champion. Introducing first, the special guest referee for the match… Ron Mathews!”

Ron’s music plays and the crowd gives a mixed reaction (mostly booing) as he walks down the ramp with a ref shirt on. He just shrugs off the attention of the crowd, as he approaches the massive structure, looking on in awe.

Larry: “And introducing now, two-time and current AWO World Champion… Scruffy Dog!”

‘Falling Away From Me’ hits and the crowd gives a loud and mixed reaction. Scruffy Dog walks out from the entranceway looking completely out of it, just staring at the cell and walking calmly toward it. When he reaches it, he shoves Ron out of the way and steps inside, before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. He looks around at the array of weapons hanging just above head height (and the dangerously low bowling ball) and smirks.

Larry: “And introducing the challenger… in his final ever match for the AWO and his career… Ice Rock!!”

The crowd cheers madly as ‘Welcome to Detroit City’ begins to play. All eyes are on the entranceway, but suddenly the cameras pan across as they realise Ice Rock is actually making his way to the ring through the crowd. The cheers grow, as the rest of the crowd realises this. Fans pat Ice Rock on the back and cheer him on as he makes his way proudly down to the ring.

Rob: “Well, isn’t that nice to see some wrestlers still staying true to the people?”

Mike: “Well he’s going to be one of the average nobodies after tonight, so he might as well get a feel for it now.”

Ice Rock jumps the barricade and walks past the table on that side of the ring, not seeming to care about the C4 that’s attached underneath. He reaches the doorway to the cell and he too shoves Ron out of the way. This time though, Ron trips backwards, and almost stumbles through the table. He grabs hold of the steel cage, however, and grips it for dear life.

Rob: “We could have had early fireworks there if Ron had have lost his footing!”

Ron finally manages to get the door closed, and shoves a padlock over it. He then looks at the table next to him, and begins to climb the cell.

Mike: “Oh, where is the referee going now?!”

Ron Mathews gets to the top of the cell, and sits down, looking down below him at the men in the ring. He then looks back toward the table and smiles.

Rob: “He’s not stupid. He’s the farthest away from harm’s way up there!”

[Prez Shay]

Back in the cell, Ice Rock rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. He stands up, and looks at Scruffy Dog, shaking his head. Scruffy Dog smiles, and motions upwards, past the weapons, to where Ron is now sitting. Ice Rock looks up, sees Ron, and shakes his head again… but this was a mistake. Suddenly Scruffy Dog rushes forward and sends Ice Rock down to the mat with a giant flying clothesline! Ron calls for the bell, and the crowd goes insane as the match is officially started.

Mike: “It’s on! It’s on!!!”

Ice Rock jumps back up quickly though, and Scruffy Dog comes back again, and lunges forward for another clothesline. Ice Rock jumps this one, however, and jumps up grabbing the metallic baseball bat. It slides easily out from the wire holding it, and Ice Rock slams it down into Scruffy Dog’s back, who hasn’t even had a chance to turn around yet. Scruffy Dog stumbles forward, arching his back, but quickly turns. Ice Rock swings again, but this time Scruffy Dog catches the bat mid swing with both hands. The two wrestle over the bat, and finally it slips from Ice Rock’s hands. Scruffy Dog stumbles back as he gains the bat, and falls back against the ropes. He smiles and charges at Ice Rock, taking a huge swing. Ice dodges though, and runs right past Scruffy Dog, heading in the opposite direction. As he passes, however, Ice Rock grabs the hanging bowling ball and continues to run with it still attached to the wire. Scruffy Dog manages to stop himself at the opposite side of the ring and turns, once again charging blindly at Ice Rock. Ice Rock immediately launches the bowling ball forward, sending it swinging back to it’s original position. Scruffy Dog manages to see what’s going on only at the last moment, dropping the bat and putting his hands up as a lame attempt to soften the blow. He turns his head as well, but the bowling ball still makes a sickening ‘thwack’ noise as it smashes into the side of his head with only his own hands as protection. He is leveled, and sent directly onto his back.

Mike: “Oh dear God! One minute in and this might be over already!!”

The bowling ball swings for a minute and Ice Rock walks over and grabs it, yanking it down. It suddenly falls from the wire, and directly into Scruffy Dog’s gut. This brings him back to life, as he curls over, struggling for breath after being winded. Ice Rock, smiling at the damage done, leaves Scruffy Dog and rolls out of the ring. He walks up to the cell door and kicks it… which does little. He frowns and then kicks it again, which has the same result. The padlock is working too well. Annoyed, he gives up and rolls back into the ring, looking up through the assortment of weapons for something that he can use to escape the cell. Suddenly though, Scruffy Dog wraps his feet around Ice Rock’s legs, and trips Ice Rock face down into the mat. Scruffy Dog crawls over to the other side of the ring, and uses the ropes to get back to his feet, clearly dazed.

Mike: “Scruffy Dog doesn’t look all there after that bowling ball to the head Rob.”

Rob: “It’s a miracle he can stand at all!”

Ice Rock climbs back to his feet a little slower. Not because he’s hurt, but supposedly because he doesn’t need to rush. Scruffy Dog takes a step towards him, and then stumbles backwards into the ropes, grabbing hold of them for support. Ice Rock chuckles, and grabs a steel chair from a wire, pulling it down and holding it tightly. He walks towards Scruffy Dog, lifts the chair high, and suddenly Scruffy Dog kicks him in the stomach hard. Ice Rock doubles over, and Scruffy Dog snatches the chair from him, a sly grin on his face.

Rob: “Was it all an act? Is he fine?!”

Scruffy Dog then winds up, but before he can slam the chair down onto Ice Rock, Ice Rock grabs his legs and yanks them towards him. Scruffy Dog trips backwards, and tries to swing the chair anyway, but misses completely as his head bounces off each rope on the way down to the ring mat. Ice Rock, still holding Scruffy’s legs, drags him to the center of the ring, and then spins around, dragging Scruffy Dog around in a circular motion with him. This continues for a few rotations, before Scruffy Dog is lifted off the mat slightly and Ice Rock lets go. Scruffy Dog flies across the ring, landing just before the ropes, and slides right out of the ring and onto the mats below!

Mike: “Hilarious move! Gotta love a leg toss!”

Scruffy Dog climbs back to his feet, his pride hurt more than anything else, and slides back into the ring. He charges at Ice Rock again, but Ice Rock moves at the last second and grabs the back of Scruffy’s neck, accelerating him forward and tossing him right over the top rope, sending him crashing hard into the cell wall of the cell! The whole wall shakes as Scruffy hits it, before he goes crashing back to the mats.

Rob: “Oh dear, Scruffy Dog can’t get a move in!”

Scruffy Dog jumps back to his feet, seething now. He glares at Ice Rock and rolls back in the ring. Once again he charges at Ice Rock, and stretches his arm out for a clothesline… but at the last second, he drops and slides right past Ice Rock, picking up the metal baseball bat. Ice Rock turns quickly, but Scruffy Dog jabs the baseball bat hard into his gut. He does this again… and again… before walking around to Ice Rock’s side, and swinging at the back of Ice Rock’s knee, tripping him backwards. He then looks at the baseball bat and frowns, deciding it is too light to use as a practical weapon really. He drops it and finds what he’s looking for, dragging a two-by-four piece of wood wrapped in barbed wire down and disconnecting it from the normal wire connecting it to the cell roof. He smiles, looking closely at the barbed wire, before turning back to Ice Rock. Ice Rock is climbing back to his feet, slowly, getting the wind back into him, and he hasn’t seen Scruffy Dog’s latest weapon. Once he’s almost to his feet, Scruffy Dog pulls the piece of wood over Ice’s head, and brings it down onto his forehead. Ice Rock screams and pushes it away, but not before the barbed wire has made a nasty gash across his forward. Scruffy Dog then smacks the wood into Ice Rock’s back, with such force the two by four actually snaps in half! Ice Rock stumbles forward but quickly Scruffy Dog, dropping the wood, grabs his shoulder and spins him around, planting a foot into his stomach. He drags Ice’s head in between his legs and is just about to deliver a Scruffbuster when Ice Rock reverses, managing to stand up, sending Scruffy Dog over the top rope and crashing back out of the ring once again!

Rob: “Lucky reversal there! But Ice Rock is losing blood now from that cut in his forehead!”

Scruffy Dog rises slowly as Ice Rock rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside to join him. Ice Rock runs up and plants a double axe handle in between Scruffy’s shoulder blades, sending him back down to the mats. Scruffy Dog spins onto his back and sends a hard kick right into Ice Rock’s knee. Ice Rock stumbles back, and Scruffy Dog uses the cell wall to climb back to his feet. The two meet between the cage and the ring, and lock up. They struggle back and forth. Ice Rock gets the upper hand and slams Scruffy Dog into the side of the ring, but Scruffy bounces back and grabs Ice Rock’s head, slamming into the cell wall. He then pushes Ice Rock’s forehead into the chain linking, and grates his forehead across it, right on his bloody wound.

Mike: “Oh, despicable!”

Ice Rock screams in pain and then delivers a hard elbow into Scruffy Dog’s sternum. Scruffy Dog releases Ice’s head, and Ice Rock delivers an uppercut right to his face. Scruffy Dog stumbles back again, and this time Ice Rock plants his foot into Scruffy’s stomach. He pulls Scruffy’s head in between his legs this time, and raises pulls him up over his head, ready for a powerbomb! Suddenly though, Ice Rock takes several steps forward, building speed, still holding Scruffy Dog in the air. Scruffy Dog, not liking what’s happening, begins sending punches down into Ice Rock’s head, but it’s too late. Ice Rock reaches the cell door, and launches Scruffy Dog right into it with a massive customized throwing powerbomb. Scruffy Dog smashes into the chain-link door with such a huge force, that the padlock actually splits in two, with both pieces flying off into the crowd as Scruffy Dog busts right through the door and crashes on top of it on the outside of the cell!!

[Prez Shay]

Mike: “They’re outside!”

Rob: “Well, Scruffy is… but he doesn’t seem too happy about it.”

Scruffy Dog lies on his back, his eyes glazed over as he stares at the ceiling. Ice Rock walks through the hole where the door once was and steps onto Scruffy Dog’s chest on the way past, for good measure. This brings Scruffy back down to Earth, as he rolls onto his side in pain. Ice Rock ignores him though, and begins to climb the cell wall!

Rob: “He’s going for the title!”

He reaches the top of the cell and gets to his feet. Ron Mathews, now feeling less sure about his concept of ‘safety up high’ backs away from him, making sure not to step off the edge. Ice Rock ignores him though and walks around the ladder, making sure it’s secure. The cell’s roof is a lot more stable then the chain walls, and seems to hold the ladder upright quite securely. He smiles at this and puts one foot on the ladder and begins to climb. As he does, however, he notices Scruffy Dog is making his way up the cell also, and has almost reached the top. Ice Rock looks up at the title belt, and back down at Scruffy Dog, and then down to the ground, judging again how far it would be to fall. He shakes his head, and decides it’s not worth the risk.

Mike: “Aww, I wanted to see someone fall from the top of the ladder all the way down!”

Rob: “That may be so Mike, but I don’t think Ice Rock wants to be the one to help you live out your desires.”

Ice Rock walks over to the edge of the cell as Scruffy Dog climbs, and puts a foot into his head once he reaches the top. Scruffy Dog, not expecting the blow, almost falls backwards off the cell and into the C4 table! He manages to hold on, however, and puts an arm over the side. Ice Rock stomps hard on this arm, and it loses it’s grip on the cell, causing Scruffy Dog to swing comically around, his back now facing the cell wall. He grabs the wall with recently kicked arm and stays stuck to the wall, in somewhat of a Spiderman pose, out of Ice Rock’s reach. Ice Rock, satisfied with this outcome, turns back to the ladder and begins to climb.

Rob: “He’s going for it! This could be all!”

Scruffy Dog, turning his head awkwardly to see what’s going on, manages after a few awkward moments to swing back to the normal climbing position. Ice Rock ignores this, perhaps having not seen it, with his eyes now on the title belt. Scruffy Dog manages to get up onto the cell before Ice Rock can get much further the halfway, however, and Scruffy Dog quickly steps over to him, and gets underneath him, lifting him into an Electric Chair position. Ice Rock, taking by surprise as he begins being walked away from the ladder, starts throwing punches down into Scruffy’s head. Scruffy Dog eventually takes a good hit, and falls backward, Ice Rock landing on top of him awkwardly, as the cell shakes.

Rob: “Ice Rock could be lucky there… do you think Scruffy Dog would have actually thrown Ice over the edge?”

Mike: “I couldn’t say. I hope so though!”

Both men climb at an average pace back to their feet on the top of the cell, with the crowd’s excitement building, knowing how dangerous it is for both men to be up there. They both lock up near the middle of the ring, and once again Ice Rock overpowers Scruffy Dog, forcing him to his knees. Scruffy Dog rips his hands away from Ice’s, however, and grabs Ice Rock’s knees, pulling them towards him and tripping Ice Rock backwards. Ice Rock rolls away from Scruffy Dog, and jumps to his knees, pissed off about being tripped. Scruffy Dog gets to his feet and Ice Rock charges. Scruffy Dog looks slightly alarmed as he sees Ice Rock charging at him, but at the last minute moves, grabbing Ice Rock’s arm, and swings him towards the edge of the cell!! Ice Rock desperately tries to stop, and does… on the very edge of the cell, his feet dangling over the edge. He waves his arms in a comical fashion, trying to retain balance, as he looks down at the C4 covered table directly beneath him. Scruffy Dog walks over to him and slams his hand down over his shoulder, a smile widening on his face.

Rob: “Oh my god!! Ice Rock! Oh no!!

Scruffy Dog looks at Ice Rock, and then down at the table, and his smile fades. Suddenly, he pulls Ice Rock backwards away from the edge, tripping him and slamming his back down into the roof cell, and walking away. The crowd gives a mixed reaction.

Mike: “Oh, come on! What was that?!”

Rob: “Apparently Scruffy Dog hasn’t lost all his compassion after all!”

Scruffy Dog frowns, as he walks around the other side of the ladder, looking up at the title belt. He then begins to climb the ladder. Ice Rock gets up to his feet, a little shaken by his near trip to the ground. He doesn’t let it stop him through, and he walks over to the other side of the ladder. Instead of pushing it over though, he climbs it!

Rob: “They’re both going for it!”

Mike: “Oh don’t tell me this is going to end without some sort of explosion!”

Scruffy Dog reaches the top first, and reaches up for the belt which is still slightly out of reach. Before he can consider stepping up one final step, Ice Rock sends a punch into his exposed stomach, which almost sends him backwards off the ladder. He holds on, however, but climbs down a step, to Ice Rock’s level. Ice Rock sends another punch his way, but again Scruffy Dog doesn’t fall from the ladder. Scruffy Dog then winds back and smacks Ice Rock right in the head with a punch of his own. The two continue to send punches back and forth, each hoping the other will eventually fall.

Rob: “This could be the decider right here! If one man falls, it’s surely over!”

Suddenly, Ice Rock breaks the slow punching trend and smacks Scruffy Dog with a series of fast-paced punches. Scruffy Dog is sent reeling, but still holds the ladder relentlessly, until Ice Rock finally sends one damning blow into the side of Scruffy’s head, sending him sideways off the ladder! He crashes to the cell roof, shaking it and almost sending Ice Rock toppling, but Ice Rock retains his balance and quickly climbs the final two steps of the ladder!!

Mike: “Oh wow… Ice Rock is actually going to win!”

Ice Rock reaches up and touches the belt with his fingers, but in doing so he swings the belt away from himself. He swings for it again, and this time he grabs it… but only for a second, and then it swings even further away!

Rob: “This thing is over! Scruffy Dog is still flat on his back! We have a new World Champion!!”

Finally, the belt circles back and is headed right for Ice Rock’s hand again… when suddenly Scruffy Dog sticks his legs up onto both sides of the ladder, and begins to push! Before the belt has reached Ice Rock’s hands again, the ladder topples sideways, sending Ice Rock crashing down! He bounces off the cell, right near the edge, and rolls right over the side of the cell roof!!!

Rob: “Oh my God! Ice Rock has gone over the edge!!!”

Mike: “Well… almost…”

At the last moment, Ice Rock managed to grab the edge of the cell, and now dangles off the side, holding himself up by a single arm! Scruffy Dog slowly climbs to his feet, knowing that Ice Rock has not fallen, perhaps from the lack of explosions. Ice Rock dangles from the cell, a C4-laced table below him, and beyond that the commentary table. Scruffy Dog walks over and stamps his foot down… right next to Ice Rock’s hand. The cell shakes, and Scruffy Dog smiles.

Rob: “Oh my god! He couldn’t… could he?”

Mike: “Well he already ‘didn’t’ once… hopefully this time he won’t waste the opportunity, especially now that Ice Rock almost won the damned thing.”

Scruffy Dog raises his foot, and Ice Rock looks up at him, realizing the grave position he’s in. Ice Rock looks down at the C4-equipped table beneath him and Scruffy’s eyes follow. Scruffy pauses for a bit, looking back and forth between the table and Ice Rock.

Mike: “He’s going to do it! He’s going to…”

Scruffy Dog sighs, openly, and then turns away from Ice Rock.

Mike: “What the hell?! Scruffy Dog has no hardcore left in him whatsoever! Get this man out of here!”

Scruffy Dog gathers the ladder, the crowd now booing, and walks to the other side of the ring. Ice Rock slowly pulls himself back up onto the roof of the cell. Scruffy Dog is almost at the complete other side of the cell when suddenly the lights of the arena go off!!

Mike: “Er… what the? Do we still have power?”

Rob: “Well, I can hear you Mike… “

Mike: “Rob, you’re standing right next to me…”

There is no light whatsoever around the arena, and the crowds murmurs are growing louder and louder. Finally, near the entranceway, lights appear… that appear to be the reverse lights of a truck. The crowd is silenced again, and are left to wonder what the hell is going on on top of the cell.

Rob: “What were those lights near the entranceway? Was that a truck reversing down the ramp? What is going on?! No wrestlers are allowed to interfere in this match, or else they’re fired! And how did they manage to get the lights turned off? What the hell is going on!?!?”

The lights remain off for some time. The crowd is left wondering now if this was deliberate, or if the AWO simply hasn’t paid its bills. Finally, something happens. The lights don’t return to normal… however red spotlights shine down onto the cell. Scruffy Dog looks up into one and stumbles back, shielding his eyes. Ice Rock just looks around, completely baffled by what’s going on.

Rob: “Well I’m getting even more confused…”

And finally, the AWOTron slowly flickers to life… and written across the screen in giant red letters, that seem to be slashed on with paint, is the word ‘LIAR.’ Scruffy Dog looks across at this and his face turns to one full of despair. The word ‘liar’ remains on the screen for a few moments, before finally it fades away, and in its place footage is shown from a hand held video camera. It’s extremely dark, and it’s hard to make anything out, but occasionally a streetlight whizzes past the camera. Finally the camera settles, as it pans down to be looking directly at Scruffy Dog’s house, still in tact.

Rob: “Oh, I don’t like where this is heading.”

Scruffy Dog is forced to watch on, as the AWOTron shows whoever is holding the camera break into his home, and go exploring through it. The camera is placed on Scruffy Dog’s kitchen table, and the hands of the person (covered in gloves, unfortunately) are shown spraying some sort of flammable liquid from a canister all over Scruffy Dog’s living room. The person him/herself however, never comes into view more than this. Finally the camera is picked up again and we are taken into Scruffy Dog’s trophy room. The camera is put down, in a hurry, and falls onto its side. We now have a sideways view of the room, catching only legs, as the man or woman walks through and picks up trophies and belts. Finally he or she showers the room with the same flammable liquid and returns to the original room. Placing the camera on the same table as before, they then reveal a tin of red paint, and proceed to write the message ‘Sorry. This was too far to travel every time.’ Finally the figure is seen walking casually back into the first room, while pulling a matchbox out of his or her back pocket (the lower half of the person is all that’s seen). The person them comes walking back, still with matches in hand, and lights one, throwing it onto a nearby chair. The chair explodes into flames that quickly run up the wall along a path made by the flammable liquid. The camera is then retrieved and we are brought back outside, and directly into the bushes that border Scruffy Dog’s house and the house next door. The camera switches off.

Rob: “Wow… that was intense…”

Mike: “And it’s not over yet!”

The AWOTron comes to life once again, this time clearly looking out from the bushes nearby. Scruffy Dog is seen running into view and charging into the house. The camera switches off, and then back on again, and we see firemen now charging at the house as well. Scruffy Dog walks by them, unnoticed, a strange and eerie expression on his face. He then walks out of view, behind a fire engine. The camera switches off again.

Rob: “Whoa, he was there the whole time…”

[Prez Shay]

Suddenly, the lights of the arena return to normal. Sitting halfway up the ramp, having been reversed down, is a fire engine. It’s a typical older model, bright red with an extendible ladder on the top. Scruffy Dog and Ice Rock both look down at this, but as they do, something else becomes clear. The amount of tables around the cell has increased… dramatically. Instead of one table on each side of the cell, tables are now cluttered around the outside of the cell. The AWOTron flares to life once again, and this time the words ‘Thought you might be needing this’ are written across the screen, obviously referring to the fire engine. Finally, footage is shown of gloved hands handling C4, and attaching extra amounts to the tables that already had C4 attached to them. The camera is panned so that we can see several tables in a line, all having a dangerous C4 amount added to them. There is a muffled laughter from behind the camera, and then finally the AWOTron goes dead for the final time.

Mike: “Holy… crap… does that mean…?”

Rob: “Are all those tables covered in mass amounts of C4?!”

Mike: “I’m not taking the chance!”

Mike scrambles over several rows of chairs, getting even further from the ring. Rob follows. AWO security scrambles desperately to push the fans back, forcing them back another ten to twenty rows of seating in case the video was sincere. The ring area is now extremely bare, except for the three men standing on top of the cell and the thirty or forty C4-laden tables surrounding it.

Rob: “How did that person even do that? I mean… the lights WERE off for a good five to ten minutes I guess… but he must be insane if he’s willing to drag around that much C4! They have to call this match off! This is way too dangerous now!”

Ice Rock looks around, also seeming to comprehend the change in danger levels. He yells something out to Scruffy Dog, but Scruffy Dog doesn’t respond. He’s still just staring at the AWOTron, blankly. Ice Rock takes a step in from the edge of the cell, and yells something again. Ron Matthews, standing at another edge of the cage, looks extremely nervous. Scruffy Dog slowly looks away from the AWOTron and down to the fire engine. He upper lip curls upwards slightly, and he slowly turns, glaring at Ice Rock.

Rob: “Oh dear… why do I get the feeling this isn’t about to end…”

Mike: “Scruffy Dog has that crazed look in his eyes again…”

Ice Rock points to the fire engine and shakes his head, as if to say he had nothing to do with it. That’s all he has time for, however, as Scruffy Dog charges. Standing still basically on the edge of the cell, Ice Rock barely has any chance to move, as Scruffy Dog bears down on him… and dives into him… HITTING HIM WITH A SPEAR AND SENDING THEM BOTH OVER THE EDGE!!!

Rob: “OH MY GOD!!”

The force of the spear sends both men completely over the top of the C4 tables, but instead both men go crashing through the announce table, completely shattering it!!!

Rob: “OH MY!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!!! GET SOME MEDICS DOWN HERE!!!”

The crowd’s ‘HOLY SHIT’ chant is deafening, as both men lie seemingly unconscious amongst the shattered wood of the announce table.

Mike: “Wow, that was amazing! Are they both dead?! I think it might have been lucky for them, and us, that they missed the explosive tables though…”

The only man still moving in the vicinity of the ring is Ron Matthews, as he crawls on hands and knees to the edge of the cell and looks down at the two competitors, unsure of what to do.

Rob: “I’m guessing this match has be called off now… surely?”

Mike: “You’d think that, I can’t see either man standing up now. What the hell was Scruffy Dog thinking?”

Rob: “Well, I’m sure he wasn’t…”

Medics don’t come down however, and instead one of the men starts to stir… and it’s Ice Rock!! Ice Rock’s arms lists into air, seemingly grabbing an invisible bar as the rest of his upper body follows suit. He looks dazed and disorientated. He climbs to his feet, but instantly falls back to his knees again, staring at the mats for a moment.

Mike: “Gotta say, not impressed with Scruffy Dog’s tactics here… sure, it was great to watch, but he’s the only one yet to move!!”

Ice Rock finally seems to realise where he is, as he looks up and stares at the World Heavyweight Championship belt. He slowly gets back to his feet and weaves around the C4-laden tables to the ring. He then begins to climb once again.

Rob: “Ice Rock is in prime position here Mike. Scruffy Dog still hasn’t moved!!”

Finally though, Scruffy Dog does begin to stir. His head turns and he attempts to blow the hair out of his face… an action which fails due to the amounts of sweat and blood matting it together. He still doesn’t appear to have the strength to get up, however. Ice Rock, on the other hand, is nearing the top of the cell.

Mike: “Get up Scruffy Dog! I want to see someone go through one of those tables!!

Finally, Scruffy Dog pushes himself up with his arms. One arm has a large cut down the side, and it looks to have been scratched by some broken wood from the table. He stands though, and turns back to the cell, seeing Ice Rock nearing the top. He stumbles past the tables, naively pushing one of them out of the way…

Rob: “Oh my God don’t do that! Watch out everyone!”

… and grabs hold of the cell with both arms. He attempts to lift himself, but his scratched arm gives way, and he swings by the other arm, before falling back to the mats.

Rob: “He can’t climb!! This is over!”

Ice Rock reaches the top and pulls himself over the edge. He looks down at Scruffy Dog, lying outside the cell, and then turns back to the title hanging above the ring. He rests on his back, staring at the title, while catching his breath. Scruffy Dog, on the other hand, tries in agony to lift himself back to his feet, using his hurt arm to pull himself up.

Rob: “Why would he… why would he deliberately put himself through that?”

Mike: “He’s training his arm to get used to it Rob. Tough love, I guess you’d say.”

Scruffy Dog screams, either in pain or triumph, as he arrives back at his feet. He then grabs the cell wall again and begins to climb. Each time he pulls himself up with his cut arm, he lets out another scream.

Mike: “Wow, he’s really gonna get back up there after all…”

Ice Rock looks back to see Scruffy Dog climbing after him, and rises slowly to his feet, realizing there isn’t as much time to waste as he previously thought. He gathers the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring, aligning it perfectly with the title belt. He looks back to see Scruffy Dog paused halfway up the cell, taking a breather, and smiles, turning back to the title belt. He walks around the side of the ladder and lifts his leg to stand on the first rung of the ladder… when suddenly Ron Matthews gets in his way, shouting at him!

Rob: “What is this buffoon doing?”

It’s unclear what Ron Matthews is saying, but he’s shouting and pointing at Scruffy Dog, who still hasn’t reached the top.

Mike: “Ron Matthews has just cost Ice Rock a certain victory!”

Ice Rock pushes Ron out of the way and takes a couple of steps up the ladder… but then Ron grabs him by the back of the shirt and pulls him backwards off the ladder!!

Rob: “What is this?! Is Ron Matthews working for Scruffy Dog?!”

Ice Rock turns, face full of rage, to Ron Matthews. Ron Matthews quickly realises his mistake, and takes a step backward. As he does, Scruffy Dog reaches the top of the cell and gets to his feet. Seeing this, Ron Matthews grins and hides behind Scruffy Dog as he takes a step forward. Ice Rock looks at the two of them in disbelief.

Rob: “Oh my Lord, they are in cahoots!”

Ron begins to taunt Ice Rock from his position, and Scruffy Dog glares at Ice Rock. Ice Rock shakes his head, still not believing what he’s seeing. The crowd is booing madly.

Mike: “Scruffy Dog knows when to get allies, that’s all I can say.”

Rob: “This is unbelievable! Scruffy Dog and Ron Matthews, working as one!”

After staring at Ice Rock for a few more moments, Scruffy Dog turns slowly around, looking at Ron Matthews, seemingly amused. Suddenly he grabs Matthews by the scruff of the neck and throws him directly into Ice Rock. Ice Rock lifts him into the air with one arm, grinning sadistically.

Rob: “Or… maybe not.”

While Ice Rock is distracted by Ron, Scruffy Dog makes a dash for the ladder. He climbs the first two steps and is completely unnoticed. Ice Rock is still holding Ron Matthews high in the air. Scruffy Dog takes another quick step.

Rob: “Oh my God, it’s going to end like this? Pay attention Ice Rock!”

Finally Ice Rock does look around, and Scruffy Dog stops, near the top of the ladder, knowing that if Ice Rock pushes the ladder over when he’s at the top, he’ll have a fall that will mean the end of the match, if not his career. He freezes, and Ice Rock instead turns back to Ron, who seems to have calmed down slightly thinking that Ice Rock will be distracted by Scruffy Dog. He is wrong. Ice Rock suddenly turns, dangling Ron Matthews over the edge of the cage!

Mike: “OH YES!”

Rob: “But he’s not even a wrestler! Ice Rock can’t do this!”

Unfortunately for Ron Matthews, Rob is wrong again. Ice Rock lets his grip go and Ron Matthews plummets from the top of the cell, sailing past the ring ropes and crashing, while everyone around watches, directly through one of the C4 tables, which immediately explodes sending Ron Matthews back into the air and propels him directly over the other side of the padded ring barricade… something which almost certainly saves his life, because almost immediately after he lands, the tables on either side of the original exploding table also explode, causing a domino effect that sounds almost like machine gun fire, as large explosions surround the ring due to the addition of several C4-laden tables during the match. Bits of flaming wood shoot into the sky, one of which almost impales Ice Rock’s leg, but still leaves a nasty scratch up his shin. The crowd closest to the ring scream and try to get away, while those at the back, assuming it’s ‘all part of the show’ watch on and cheer madly. The ropes in the ring instantly snap and either drop off the side of the ring, or ricochet backwards. The outer-most parts of the ring are completely shattered, with wood exploding underneath the ring and upwards!!

Rob: “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!”

Mike: *inaudible gibberish and static*

Fire engulfs the ring, and smoke bellows up through the cell, almost completely cutting off vision from Ice Rock and Scruffy Dog, who is still halfway up the ladder. Ring barricades have been thrown several feet from where they originally stood, one as far as thirty feet. Flaming wreckage still sails from the sky, but luckily no fans are injured. The same can’t be said for Ron Matthews, who while saved from the series of large explosions, still has not moved since landing behind the ring barricade section that shielded him. Paramedics can be seen rushing down to him, wary of all the falling debris.

Mike: “Oh… I don’t know what to… I…”

Rob: “For the love of God, call it off! Call it off right now!! Ron Matthews could be dead! The men above the cell surely can’t breathe! Call it off!”

It is, however, not over. Through all the screams and cheers and horrified wailing, suddenly a sickeningly loud creak sounds throughout the arena, forcing most people to stop silently and look towards the ring, still sitting high above the ring and engulfed in smoke.

Mike: “What… is that sound?”

Suddenly the creaking stops, and is replaced with a large snapping sound, as the cage shakes violently. The ladder tips over sideways, sending Scruffy Dog hard into the roof of the cell. He seems too stunned to show pain though, and instead he glances over at Ice Rock, who stares back, as suddenly more snapping and creaking sounds echo out into the near-silent arena… before the entire cage suddenly tilts sharply to one side, as half of the cage breaks apart at the bottom.

Rob: “Oh my God… oh this is only getting worse!”

Both men manage to dig their fingers into the roof of the cell before sliding off the side, but the ladder isn’t so fortunate, and is sent sailing off and onto the wreckage of the commentator table (or what’s left of it, after most of it was blown across the arena). It’s clear what is happening; the fire below the ring has melted the lower section of the cage. The two men grit their teeth as another series of large popping and snapping sounds echo out, before finally the other side of the cell gives way, and the top of the cell crashes down to the ring, with both men holding onto the roof for their lives. A fresh burst of ash and smoke is sent flying up towards the roof as the upper part of the cell smashes against the wreckage of the lower part, in turn crushing it into the wreckage of the ring. Scruffy Dog and Ice Rock disappear in the cloud of smoke.

Rob: “I hope they are okay! We need to get some men down there stat! This has all gone horribly wrong!!”

[Prez Shay]

The paramedics, however, seem too engrossed in helping Ron Matthews out of the arena to have even noticed what’s happened in the centre of it. Several moments pass, and no one comes.

Mike: “Hmmm… it’s hard for me to say anything here. I think we might have to cut the cameras. There’s just… no way they could have survived in the smoke for this long.”

Suddenly though, a man stumbles out from the smoke. Coughing, he falls to his knees, and it’s suddenly clear that this man is Ice Rock. After a moment he clambers back to his feet and takes a few steps up the ramp before turning around. Finally, Scruffy Dog too emerges, seeming to fall out of the smoke. He rolls around on the ground, seemingly trying to stop any fires that may have emerged on his clothes, before lying there, breathing heavily and looking at the roof.

Rob: “It’s a miracle! Thank God! Now we can call this thing off and no one has been hurt.”

Mike: “Forget about Ron Matthews so quickly, did you? We can’t call it off, we don’t have a winner yet!”

Scruffy Dog finally gets to his feet and follows Ice Rock up the ramp, walking past him. Ice Rock turns also and walks by his side, and grabs his shoulder, signaling for him to stop walking. As soon as he does, Scruffy Dog suddenly grabs his arm and whips Ice Rock hard in the direction of the fire engine! Ice Rock runs face first into it and bounces off, crashing back down to the mat!!

Mike: “Whoo!! This ain’t over!”

Rob: “This… is impossible…”

Scruffy Dog drops to his knees, having spent the last of his energy on whipping Ice Rock. He glances at the World Title belt hanging now impossibly high above the ground, and shrouded in the last remnants of smoke as the fire in the ring begins to burn itself out. Suddenly though, with seemingly renewed vigor, he looks back at the fire engine… then back at the title belt again, and finally, in an act that clearly causes him pain, he climbs back to his feet! He climbs into the driver seat, and grins as he finds the keys in the ignition. He turns on the engine and puts it into reverse. Ice Rock gets back to his feet just in time to be smacked in the back by the reversing fire engine! He stumbles forward and slides down to the bottom of the ramp, a little further than the place Scruffy Dog parks the fire engine.

Mike: “This… could this actually work?”

Scruffy Dog swings the door open once more, and climbs up onto the roof of the fire engine. He fiddles around with some controls around the ladder, but nothing seems to happen. Finally, after about two minutes of trial and error, he finds what he is looking for, and the extendable ladder on the roof of the fire engine begins to ascend towards the World Title!

Mike: “Oh my God this IS going to work!”

Scruffy Dog uses what appears to be a small joystick to maneuver the ladder to the correct spot, until it’s actually touching the AWO World Heavyweight Championship belt. He smiles, and takes a step up the ladder. As he does, however, Ice Rock suddenly comes from behind and grabs him by the scruff of the neck, launching him right off the fire engine!! Scruffy Dog lands with a crash off the side of the ramp in a pile of empty chairs!

Rob: “It’s Ice Rock’s for the taking!! This ladder is all that stands in his way of becoming the new AWO World Heavyweight Champion!!”

Ice Rock begins to climb the ladder. It’s shaky, and doesn’t look stable, but the fire engine does look legitimate enough… although how old it is another matter entirely. He continues. Scruffy Dog still has not moved.

Mike: “So how many title defenses was that for Scruffy Dog? None?”

Ice Rock takes several more steps, and stops to rest. Finally, Scruffy Dog begins to stir.

Rob: “Scruffy Dog is getting up… it’s too late now though, Ice Rock is halfway there. This thing is over.”

Ice Rock takes another step, slowly, not caring that Scruffy Dog is getting to his feet. Scruffy Dog looks up and sees Ice Rock advancing on the ladder and seems to almost give up hope… for a second, before quickly (or as quick as is possible at this stage in the match) lurching around to the bottom of the ramp and up it again. He climbs onto the roof of the fire engine, and grabs the ladder controls. Ice Rock grips the ladder in fear as it suddenly and without warning (to him, anyway) swings to the left. He looks behind him and down to see Scruffy Dog staring up at him, his hands on the controls. Scruffy Dog doesn’t look pleased, however, just exhausted. The ladder jerks to the right, and Ice Rock loses his grip momentarily, sliding a few rungs down the ladder. Scruffy Dog again repeats these motions, but this time Ice Rock is holding on too tight. Instead, Scruffy Dog makes his move and begins to climb the ladder after him.

Rob: “Both men are going to be dangling so high from the ground! This can’t end well!”

Ice Rock is still gripping the ladder tight, expecting it to swing wildly again, when Scruffy Dog reaches him. Scruffy Dog grabs him by the leg and startles Ice Rock, but quickly Ice Rock slams down onto Scruffy Dog’s face. Scruffy Dog almost drops off the ladder, swinging by one arm, but manages to get back onto it. Ice Rock, however, has started once again to head for the title belt. Scruffy Dog wastes no time following.

Rob: “It’s an old fashion race to the finish here! One of these men is about to win this match! I’m almost can’t stand to watch!”

Ice Rock has almost reached the very end of the ladder where the title belt will be within reach. Scruffy Dog once again reaches Ice Rock and grabs at his leg, this time managing to pull down at it, causing Ice Rock to slide down the ladder, almost directly next to Scruffy Dog, and almost pushing Scruffy Dog right off the side of the ladder in the process. Both men grip their edge of the ladder, and Ice Rock gets his leg up and boots Scruffy Dog in the stomach hard. Scruffy Dog grits his teeth and suffers the blow, instead using the pain to propel himself past Ice Rock on the ladder!

Mike: “They’re at the edge! They only have to reach out and take it!”

Scruffy Dog reaches out for the belt, and his fingers grasp it. Seeing this, Ice Rock leaps off the ladder and clutches the title belt with both hands!! The title, with Ice Rock attached, swings wildly, and Scruffy Dog almost loses his grip but manages to tighten it, swinging himself off the ladder and also dangling from the World Title belt!

Rob: “Oh my God! They’re both hanging 35 feet in the air with a giant pile of burning twisted metal beneath them!!! I can’t watch this!”

The entire crowd watches on in awe and wonder for a moment, before finally the wire holding the belt gives way, and both men and the World Title belt go tumbling 30 feet into the twisted wreckage that once was the ring. The force of the fall flattens the metal down more so, as both men land on their backs with the AWO World Championship lying between them!

Rob: “They’re dead! They have to be dead!!”

Mike: “Reach over and take it you bastards!!!”

A massive “HOLY SHIT” chant erupts around the arena as paramedics finally pour from the entranceway, charging down the ramp. Before they reach the ring, however, both Scruffy Dog and Ice Rock suddenly roll over, both draping one arm over the AWO World Championship belt. This seems to be the very last act either can summon, as both their bodies seem to slump lifeless on the hot, twisted metal. Paramedics reach them and pull them both in opposite directions and to the ground outside the ring, leaving the World Championship in the middle of the ring. Scratched, bruised, cut, broken and covered in dry and fresh blood, both men are helped onto stretchers and quickly wheeled up the ramp!

Mike: “Holy shit, who just won?! Someone must have!”

Rob: “Well… Ron Matthews was the referee until he was taken out of the match, and we never got a replacement… so I don’t know either.”

Both men are wheeled out of the arena as the crowd become restless. After a few minutes, Larry appears at the entranceway.

Larry: “Ladies and gentlemen, I appreciate your patience in this matter. The officials have decided that due to the extreme circumstances that resulted in the ending of this match, this match is to be counted as… a DRAW.”

The crowd gives a massive boo, mainly because no one likes draws.

Larry: “Thank you everyone for coming, please exit the arena in an orderly fashion and have a safe and happy night.”

Larry turns and walks out of the arena again.

Mike: “Oh my God, all that for a draw? And what does that even mean? Scruffy Dog is still the World Champion then, right?”

Rob: “You’re going on the assumption that AWO has the same rules as other federations Mike. Fact is, AWO has never had a drawn World Title fight… and I don’t know the rules.”

Mike: “So… we have to wait to find out what the hell all this means?”

Rob: “I’m… afraid so…”

Mike: "Well, on the plus side... it can't be that long until the next show... right?"

The crowd continues booing, although not too heavily as most are still stunned by what they’ve seen, as the AWO goes off the air.

AWO Entertainment 2007