Bored,

Bored, drinking my beer on the floor
Surrounded by people I mostly abhor, wanting more.
And so the night goes,
A lot of beer flows,

Duff, Dafoe, and Huntress in the ring as Sable makes a huge announcement.

What can a guy do to make it right?
And then abruptly my pair of eyes see
A pair of guys get into a fight.
Funny how a fight can break the ice
And make the whole night better

Blade defeats Spivey and McNeil to win the AWF TV Title.

Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!
Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!
Fist fly, hits him in the eye
Knocks him on the ground, now he starts to cry.
I don’t mean to be pompous or mean.

Santino Esposito and Antonio Lopez beat down Fire and Niji backstage.

Try to love each other-
That’s the way it should be,
But don’t you think that maybe every once in a while
A good fist fight makes everyone smile?
Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!
Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!

Fire defeats Santino.

Blood, teeth, broken glass on the floor
But if the fight’s right the fighters just might
Decide to be friends and make amends
And as we get closer to the end,
It’s time to sing the chorus once again.

Nightmare defeats Kraven to win the AWF World Title.

Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!
Everybody loves to fight, FIGHT!

We pan around the jammed backed Nokia Arena, Tel-Aviv, Isreal. Many fans are holding signs for their favorite wrestlers. We pan around the arena, it's decked out in AWF appearal. The fans grow restless. Pyro ignites, heating up the arena. Dean and Alex are at the announcers table ready to go. The fans chant AWF, AWF, AWF!!

As soon as Alex and Dean finish making the introduction for tonight's program of athleticism and brutality the air of the arena pulses with the opening beats of Rob Zombie's "The Great American Nightmare". The fan's reaction is monumental, the cheers exploding through the building and threatening to take off the roof.

Dean: Well, fans, it looks like we're about to be graced by our new AWF World Champion, Nightmare!

Alex: Damn. I was hoping he'd stay home since he wasn't booked.

As the stage explodes with geysers of red flame, "Nightmare" Jonathon Wehali strides through the curtain, wearing a custom-tailored black Versace suit with a red tie. He looks out upon the sea of cheering fans with a grin before raising the microphone.

Hello, AWF!

Another huge round of cheers as he speaks. Jonathon waits a moment before continuing.

Nightmare: April 11th will go down in history as having one of the single best wrestling pay-per-views in recording history. For this was the night of And Justice For All '08!

We saw a new television champion crowned as Kevin Blade stepped up to the occasion, defeating multi-champion Ronnie McNeil and decade-long veteran Nick Spivey!

If you thought taking the belt was hard just wait until you have to defend it week after week, Kevin. Still, my hat's off to you and I wish you the best of luck on your title reign.

The audience shows their vocal approval of Nightmare's sportsmanship and support of the company as he makes his way down to the ring, walking up the steps and stepping over the top rope.

Nightmare: I believe there was another champion crowned that night as well. Now let me see if I recall who that was...

He glances at the AWF World Title on his left shoulder and grins.

Nightmare: Oh, that's right. It was me.

I said that I would have my redemption at AJFA. I said that there was no one who wanted the title more than I did. I said that there was no one who could stop me from taking this belt.

And on April 11th I made believers out of all of you.

I'll confess, it wasn't an easy battle. Kraven may be no god or even a demi-god, but he is one Hell of a wrestler. I'd even go so far as to call him a warrior. Still, when the bell rang it was my hand that was raised in victory. I wish you luck, Kraven. Perhaps you'll become the Intercontinental Champion for whom Scott Sable is looking.

Jon nods in respect of his previous opponent's skills.

Nightmare: Yes, I made each and every one of you believe in me as I did. Now, however, I need you all to do more. I need you, the fans, and every single member of the locker room to go beyond that.

I need you to believe not just in me but in the AWF!

The AWF is about to enter it's first PWP Supercard, Reigning Supreme, and we need to prove to the entire world that AWF does indeed reign supreme. So I ask you fans to believe in this company. To believe in our men and women who performer week in and week out in this ring. I need those wrestlers to believe in themselves. To believe in each other.

Because I do.

I know that we are the elite. Now it is time to prove it to the world!

Nightmare raises his AWF Championship belt into the air, causing the fans to explode with cheers one more time. He then slips out of the ring, handing off his microphone before exiting through the crowd.

Dean: Welcome everyone to Vengeance. And we are a week removed from our first PPV. And Justice For All!

Alex: What a night that was. We had a ton of excitement.

Dean: And the crowning of two of our champions, as we all heard from Nightmare to start out our show.

Alex: Yeah, what a way to ruin the surprise for some of our viewers that didn't get a chance to see the ppv.

Dean: Well tonight is going to be just as exciting because I got word from Mr. Sable, who is back in the states, that he has a very special announcement via satelite for us tonight.

Alex: It's Sable that we're talking about here, who knows. He could make an announcement and screw over one of our champs.

Dean: Oh god. I hope not.

Alex: Come on, what else do you think it could be about?

Dean: I really don't know. But we have a show to run and we will find out later just what his announcement is.

Alex: Well our first match features two guys in AWF that need a little help getting their careers jump started.

Dean: Both men are very talented. Let's find out if they can turn it around here.

Scott Jones: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 238 lbs, he is “The Tragic Hero”… Jonathan Fhenix!

Gold strobe lights pulse as "Welcome to the Fold" by Filter blares over the PA system. A single spotlight shines down on the stage, and Fhenix emerges, looking quite smug. The crowd greets Fhenix with a chorus of boos, which he laughs off as he makes his way down the ramp to the ring. On the apron, Fhenix surveys the crowd before holding his arms out to the crowd, mouthing "I know I'm great" as gold pyros explode from all four posts in the ring. Fhenix enters the ring, and tosses his shirt out of the ring before jumping a bit in his corner, his music dying down.

Dean: This match is one that the fans are only watching to see each of the stars get pummeled.

Alex: Ah, I’m sure someone likes these two.

Scott Jones: And his opponent, weighing in at 245 lbs, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada… Mike Mahone!

Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC blasts over the PA. Mike Mahone pops out from behind the curtain and stops at the top of the ramp. He is wearing a black vest with Mike Mahone on the back. He has sunglasses on and struts down to the ring. He climbs the ring steps where he stops to wink at a pretty girl in the front row. He gets into the ring and rips off his vest and starts posing. He tosses the vest to a young lady and spits his gum at a man in the front row.

Alex: Here we go, the first brawl of the night.

Dean: They’re wasting no time getting started.

In the ring Fhenix immediately attacks Mahone with some stiff forearms and whips him off the ropes, connecting with a huge clothesline and immediately follows it up with an ankle lock. Mahone quickly gets to the ropes and Fhenix releases the hold. Without missing a beat Fhenix starts to lay the boots into Mahone. The crowd boo’s and Fhenix grins menacingly.

Dean: He had better pay attention…

With that Mahone rolls Fhenix up in a schoolboy pin holding his tights.

Kickout!

Fhenix jumps up from the mat in a fury. Fhenix charges Mahone and is met with a huge powerslam! Mahone pulls Fhenix to his feet and lifts him into a sidewalk slam. Mahone gets up from the mat and waits for Fhenix. Fhenix stumbles backward into Mahone and BURNING HAMMER!

Alex: Throw in the towel for Fhenix. That was it.

Instead of covering Mahone adds insult to injury and puts Fhenix in a Vegas Cloverleaf. Fhenix fights the hold for a moment but eventually taps.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Fhenix lies on the mat in pain as Mahone rolls out of the ring smiling. He walks backward up the ramp grinning at Fhenix.

Alex: Oh my god. That has to be one of the fastest matches I’ve ever seen.

Dean: Smart wrestling from Mahone. He only needed a few good move to win that match.

Alex: Jonathan Fhenix must be livid. I’d be starting to throw shit around the ring by now.

Fhenix heads up the ramp to his locker room.

Dean: Well it is now time for our . . .

Alex: What the?

Suddenly the lights in the arena flicker and "Sexy Back" by Justin Timberlake begins to play as the lights now go to a gold color. The titantron lights up with images of beautiful women, expensive cars speeding across the street, models on a run way, and then we fade into a club with people drinking, dancing, and having a great time. The screen then goes white and suddenly a feather pen comes into view and starts writing in calligraphy style letters "The Golden Boy Xander Youngston" in a gold flake color. The words then burst forward, and we are back in the club looking at a young man sitting in a booth surrounded by gorgeous women who are all over him, and it's now that we see it is none other than Xander Youngston. The camera zooms in, and he looks right at the camera, and effectively everyone at the arena.

This is what the life of Xander Youngston looks like, and soon you all will get just a taste of what it's like to be The Golden Boy, because I know all of you will be living vicariously through me. The good news is that your will not be a long one... Next week prepare to Meet the Metro King.

The Golden Boy then leans back, and returns to his fabulous lifestyle, passing the drinks around before making out with some woman who has her hands all over his now exposed chest as the women have unbuttoned his shirt. He gives a final wink, and then we fade out as the lights return to normal.

Alex: Umm who exactly was that?

Dean: I believe that was one of AWF's newest recruits.

Alex: He calls himself the Golden Boy?

Dean: It appears so.

Alex: Good we need someone like that in this company. Knock some sense into a lot of them.

Dean: Well it'll be interesting to see what he has to offer.

Alex: I bet more than half of what we got.

Dean: Well before I was interrupted by The Golden Boy, I was about to tell you that our next match features another newcomer to AWF.

Alex: Oh yeah, some foreigner named Aaron Maeda.

Dean: Well I'm not sure about the foreigner part, but he is quite the talent from what I hear.

Alex: Well let's hope he's got talent, because he's facing Nick Spivey.

Scott Jones: The following match is to a single pinfall or submission. Introducing first, hailing from Hilo, Hawai'i...

"Becoming The Bull" opening guitar riff blares over the p.a. system.

Scott Jones: He stands 6'1" and weighs in at 218 pounds. He is the Hawai'ian Ronin...

"COOOOOOME ON!!!"

Scott Jones: AARON MAEDA!!!

Aaron Maeda steps out from behind the curtain raising his arms with the hang loose hand gesture propped high in the air. He makes his way down toward the ring shaking hands with the fans that are ringside as he rolls into the ring, and bows to all four sides of the ring as he removes his long black robe with its dark blue sea turtle design on its back, and hands it down the ringside assistant, he also hands down his wooden ball necklace, and flower necklace.

Scott Jones: And his opponent, weighing in at 300lbs, he reigns from Denver, Colorado...

The lights turn red and pyros go off as the music starts to play.

Scott Jones: NICK SPIVEY!!!

Nick Spivey walks out thru the curtain and greets the crowd. He walks down to the ring, up the stairs, and steps under the top ropes into the ring. He goes to the center of the ring and raises his hands as pyros go off all 4 ring posts.

Referee Nikki Bastro calls for the bell to begin the match, and the two men come out swinging as they exchange forearm strikes. This goes back and forth for some time, each man knocking the other for a loop, then the Hawai'ian Ronin drives a stiff knee strike into his opponent's midsection before nailing him in the face with a shoot kick. Aaron Maeda takes Spivey down with a hip toss, but Nick rolls right back to his feet, charging Maeda. Nick Spivey picks up Aaron, running across the ring to plant him with a spine-numbing powerslam. Nick pulls his adversary to his feet, only to drop him with a DDT. Spivey follows up with a leg drop across his prone opponent before applying a Boston crab.

Dean: The rookie really had Spivey reeling at first with his furious offense, but Nick managed to rally back like the veteran he is.

Alex: I don't care which of them win, I just hope one of them gets hurt.

The Hawai'ian Ronin manages to drag himself into the ropes, and referee Bastro forces Nick Spivey to release the hold. Spivey executes a German suplex, but, amazingly, Aaron uses the momentum of the move to roll right back to his feet. As Nick turns around, he is leveled by a spinning heel kick. The veteran gets back to his feet, only to be met by a dropkick from Maeda that sends him stumbling back into the corner. Aaron Maeda rushes into the corner, delivering a rapid flurry of palm strikes into Nick Spivey's sternum and abdomen before sending Spivey flying through the air with a t-bone suplex.

Dean: And with an impressive display of athleticism and resolve, the rookie takes control of the match.

Alex: I don't like the kid, but I have to admit I'm beginning to get impressed by him.

Aaron Maeda tries to whip his adversary into the ropes, but Nick Spivey reverses, taking the Hawai'ian Ronin off his feet with a big boot to the face. Nick backs away and circles his opponent, waiting for his opportunity to srike. As Maeda kips back to his feet Spivey runs in from behind to hit him with a running lariat. Nick Spivey forces his opponent back to his feet only to bounce his head off the canvas with a running bulldog. Spivey covers for the pin.

One...

Two...

Dean: No! The rookie kicks out of the pin, and the match goes on!

Alex: Which isn't just bad news for Spivey, but for all of us.

Nick Spivey complains about a slow count to Nikki Bastro then hauls his adversary into the air for a vertical suplex. Aaron Maeda kicks his legs, trying to fight his way back to his feet and succeeds. The Hawai'ian Ronin wraps up Spivey in a full Nelson then sends him up and over with a suplex. Maeda sends Nick into the ropes, catching him across his shoulders to deliver a Samoan drop. When Nick Spivey gets to his feet Aaron goes for a Japanese arm drag. Spivey grabs hold of the ropes to block, however, and swings his adversary into a bear hug before taking him down with a belly-to-belly suplex. It is now Nick's turn to whip his opponent into the ropes, sending him crashing to the mat with a sidewalk slam.

Dean: Nick is climbing the turnbuckles. I wonder what he has in mind here.

Alex: Not much, that's for certain. Just look at the man's physique. He is not built for flying.

Alex is proven wrong, however, as Nick Spivey soars through the air, connecting with a splash onto the Hawai'ian Ronin. Nick covers for the pin, but Nikki forces him to release it as she informs Spivey that Aaron Maeda's foot is in the ropes. The veteran gets into Referee Bastro's face, arguing with her about the call. This gives Maeda the chance to recover he needs as he pops to his feet behind his adversary to cinch in a kata-hajime then sends Nick Spivey flying with another suplex. Nick grabs hold of the ropes, forcing his opponent to release the hold, then slowly pulls himself back to his feet by use of the ropes.

Alex: Nick Spivey is looking really groggy here after that attack.

Dean: And this isn't going to help matters any! Dragonrana by the Hawai'ian Ronin!

Aaeron Maeda locks in a dragon sleeper on Nick Spivey. Spivey shouts out in pain, trying to find some way to free himself from the hold. He attempts powering out, but that proves to be ineffective as his struggles begin to weaken. Referee Nikki Bastro asks him if he wishes to submit, but Nick refuses. Slowly his body begins to go limp as the submission is maintained. Nikki raises Nick's arm and lets it drop. Suddenly Spivey struggles harder than ever, managing to get into the ropes for the break. For his efforts he is taken down by a kravat neckbreaker from the Hawai'ian Ronin.

Dean: The rookie goes for the pin!

One...

Two...

Three-NO!

Alex: I have to give it to Spivey, he's got a hell of a fighting spirit managing to get his shoulder up after all that punishment.

Rather than argue with the official, Aaron runs into the ropes as his opponent pushes himself back to his feet. The Hawai'ian Ronin springboards off with a spinning crossbody he calls the Hurricane Splash. Nick goes down, but he does not stay down. Nick Spivey nails Maeda with a headbutt to the side of the head repeatedly before executing the Spivey DDT. Spivey hooks his opponent's legs as he goes for the pinfall.

One...

Two...

Three-NO!

Dean: You have to wonder just how much more these men can take.

Alex: You have to wonder just how much more my stomach can take.

Frustrated to the point of anger, Nick Spivey pounds on the mat, explaining how to do a three count to the referee. Spivey then positions his adversary for a piledriver. Before he can execute the move, however, Aaron Maeda sends him to the mat with a back bodydrop. Aaron quickly spins around to apply a kravat facelock to his opponent before driving a crushing knee strike into Spivey's temple. As Nick topples to the mat the Hawai'ian Ronin performs a rolling Japanese cradle for the pin.

One...

Two...

Three...

DING DING

Scott Jones: The winner of this match... AARON MAEDA!!!

Dean: The Hawai'ian Ronin gets the win after a hard fought match, making a great debut. Nick Spivey made this match a close one, however, and has nothing about which to be ashamed.

Alex: Yeah yeah can the hearts and hugs shit and let's get on with the show.

Dean: Yeah it does, but I gotta say one more time that sure was one hell of a match.

Alex: Get your hands out of your pants. We got Fire taking on Antonio Lopez next.

Dean: This is a fued that started at And Justice For All. Niji and Fire were attacked backstage by by Antonio and Santino.

Alex: Yeah it was a good plan, but the rest of that night exactly didn't go the way it was planned.

Dean: No not exactly.

Alex: Well tonight, Santino and Lopez look to even things out.

The drum roll followed by the opening riff to "Absent are the Saints" by 36 Crazyfists blasts out on the PA system. The song kicks in and a pyro goes off with a huge bang. As smoke starts streaming out the back, A man emerges from the backstage area in his dragon hatterned hoodie with his girlfriend. They both walk down the ramp and Chris slides under the bottom rope. The man goes into the middle of the ring where a mic is waiting for him while the girl waits outside getting the wolf whistle from the front row. The man picks up the mic and looks around at the crowd who are giving him a mixed reception.

Dean: Who is this guy? I have never seen him before

Alex: I have no idea. But that girl hes with sure is hot.

???: Hello! I'm the latest signing to the AWF! I'm Chris Roebuck, The Daredevil. I live to entertain the fans of wrestling. I live for the insane matches that put people on the edges of their seats, I've been in barbed wire matches, steel cages, ladder matches you name it. I've put my body on the line for people like you.

Dean: This guy doesn't sound right in the head.

Alex: Who cares? He's sounds like a stand up guy.

"The Daredevil" Chris Roebuck: Next week I make my debut. Next week I wish to show that I am a man who is willing to climb the ladder. Next week I wish to face a man who I have faced more times than anyone else. A man who I have endured a long rivalry with in another place called the GWA. I wish to face off against Antonio Lopez!

Dean: He has a problem with Antonio Lopez?

Alex: So he and Antonio have a history, this could be intresting. The personal fueds are the best.

"The Daredevil" Chris Roebuck: I'm not trying to disrespect Antonio, But I can't stand the guy. Something about him makes my blood boil. But the one thing I can't fault him for he brings out my "A" game. When we are both in that ring we let our stubborn pride takeover. We let the adrenaline get the better of us and usually the last man standing will win! I promise you next week will be exciting. We will both put everything we have into this match. See you next week.

Chris drops the mic as Absent are the saints by 36 Crazyfists hits the PA system, Chris leaves the ring and kisses his girlfriend on the lips and they both walk up the ramp waving to the crowd as they do.

Dean: Well it looks like we got a match set already for next week.

Alex: I'm still confused as to who this guy is.

Dean: Be there next week and you'll find out.

Scott Jones: This match is scheduled for one fall! First coming to the ring, weighing in at 299lbs, he reigns from Asheville, North Carolina! He is FIRE!!!!

Lights go out as the music starts to play. Fire pyro goes off at the entrance and at the ring, Fire walks out as a spot light hits him. He walks slowly down to the ring, walks up the steps and steps over the ropes. Climbs the ropes and raises both hands as fire pyro goes off again at the entrance.

Scott Jones: And their opponent, weighing in at 275lbs, he reigns from Colorado Springs, Colorado! He is Antonio Lopez!!

("Diary of Jane" by Breaking Benjamin hits as the lights dim, and Antonio Lopez makes his way out. Red and green strobe lights begin to circle the arena, and then come down on Antonio Lopez. He looks at the crowd, as red and green pyros shoot off from the stage and Lopez makes his way to the ring. The fans give a cheer towards the superstar as Antonio gets into the ring, plays to the crowd a little, and begins stretching for the match.

Dean: This should be one hell of a fight.

They lock up in the middle of the ring. Fire connects with a knee to the midsection, he then follows that up with a series of lefts and rights. He pulls Antonio up to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Antonio blocks it. Antonio connects with lefts and rights. He then whips Fire to the ropes. Fire bounces off and Fire sends Antonio down with a massive clothesline. Antonio quickly up to his feet. Fire grabs him and connects with a back breaker. Fire goes for a leg drop, but Antonio quickly rolls out of the way. Antonio gets up to his feet as does Fire. Antonio grabs Fire and hits a belly to belly suplex. Antonio quickly up to his feet as is Fire. Antonio grabs Fire and whips him into the corner. Fire comes out of the corner and Antonio connects with a drop kick, sending Fire back down to the mat.

Alex: Fire has a size advantage on Antonio.

Dean: That's not exactly an advantage to most. Antonio is quick and strong.

Alex: He doesn't appear to be on...

Dean: Hey hey! Watch what your saying.

Alex: Antonio can't hurt me.

Fire gets up to his feet. Antonio grabs him and locks on an armbar. Fire reverses it but Antonio reverse the hold again. Fire bounces off the ropes and Antonio sends him down with a big back body drop. Antonio connects with a knee to the stomach causing Fire to roll to the ropes. Antonio won't let him room to breath as he drops a knee down into the rib cage. Antonio pulls him up to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Fire bounces off and Antonio sends him back down with a big boot. Antonio then grabs the leg of Fire and locks in a boston crab. Fire fights the hold. Antonio puts pressure on the knee, but Fire realizes he's really close to the ropes and grabs a hold of them to get the hold released. Antonio brings Fire up to his feet. He sets him up but Fire connects with an atomic drop. Sending Antonio stumbling about the ring. Fire sends him down with a right hand punch. Antonio gets back up to his feet. Fire connects with a back elbow smash, sending Antonio sprawling in the ring.

Dean: Oh! What a nasty elbow to the face!

Alex: Antonio's nose is bleeding. I think Fire broke it!

Dean: Well I'm sure that's not the first broken nose he's had.

Fire connects with some knife edge chops sending Lopez into the corner. Fire then connects with a elbow smash. He then sets up Antonio and connects with a belly to belly suplex. Fire quickly covers Antonio for the pin attempt.

Antonio kicks out. Fire brings him up to his feet. He sets him up but Antonio connects with an eye gouge, freeing him up. He then connects with a releasing german suplex, sending Fire into the corner. Fire gets up to his feet and Antonio connects with a running clothesline sending Fire down to the mat in the corner. Antonio brings him out to the middle of the ring and locks on another boston crab. Fire fights the hold. But he can't get out of it. Antonio locks it in tighter as Fire tries to flip over. Antonio applies more pressure on the knee as Niki is there checking on Fire.

Dean: Antonio working heavily on that knee.

Alex: I don't know if he can get any more pressure on that knee.

Dean: Or how much more that knee can take.

Antonio releases the hold and gets up to his feet and drops an elbow down on the leg. Fire screams in pain. Antonio pulls him up to his feet and sets him up and connects with a backbreaker. Antonio covers Fire for the pin attempt.

NO! Fire kicks out. Antonio gets up to his feet and this time he goes to lock on a figure four, but Fire quickly slides out of it and hobbles up to his feet. Antonio up to his feet. Fire connects with a series of knife edge chops. Antonio connects with lefts and rights of his own. Fire returns the favor and this match goes into an all out brawl. Back and forth. Antonio's nose is busted wide open now and Fire's eye has become swollen. Antonio then sends Fire to the mat with a clothesline. Fire slowly gets up to his feet. Antonio grabs him and hits a belly to belly suplex, sending Fire into the ropes.

Alex: Wow you can really feel the hatred between these two guys.

Dean: They both are beaten and bloody.

Alex: I have a feeling no matter who wins this match, this fued will not end.

Antonio pulls Fire up to his feet and goes to whip him into the corner. Fire reverses it and Antonio goes hard into the corner. Fire comes running in with a running back elbow smash. He then follows up with a body splash. Antonio hits the mat. Fire grabs Antonio and pulls Antonio out to the middle of the ring. He grabs him and connects with Burnt, sending Antonio flying through the ropes and to the outside floor. The crowd erupts. Fire slides through the ropes as Niki starts the count.

Fire grabs Antonio and pulls him up to his feet.

CRASH

Fire connects with a powerbomb on the steel stairs.

Fire grabs Antonio's head and bashes it into the stairs.

Fire pulls Antonio up to his feet and rolls him into the ring and follows him in. Fire pulls Antonio up to his feet and whips him to the ropes, as he hits the ropes, he grabs ahold to stop his momentum. Fire comes running in and Antonio sends him over the top rope with a back body drop, Fire hits the ground, and Antonio hits the mat.

Dean: Both men are down!!

Alex: Antonio has no energy left. How can you when you're battling a 300lb Ox!

Dean: It is very tough, but he's doing a good job at it too.

Fire gets up to his feet as Niki's count reaches 5. He climbs up to the apren and slides in as Antonio makes his way up to his feet. Antonio connects with a sidewalk slam. He then slowly climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Fire is still down. He flies off going for a flying elbow drop, but Fire rolls out of the way and Antonio hits the mat. Both men are down. After a count to 6 from Niki, Antonio begins to stir. He pulls Fire up to his feet and he connects with the Cross Emerald Fusion. He covers for the pin attempt.

DING DING

Scott Jones: The winner of this match! Antonio Lopez!!

Dean: A nice win there for Antonio Lopez, winning his second match here in AWF

Alex: He's definately a talented wrestler. Especially taking on 300lb Ox like Fire.

Dean: I told you. Give these guys time and they will shine for us in AWF.

Alex: Maybe, we'll just have to wait and see how he does against other superstars.

Music hits the P.A.

Dean: What the? Music? Whose music is this?

An old nylon-string guitar begins playing lonely notes over the loudspeakers and the sound echoes as if it's residing deep inside of a sewer. When the first drum beat hits, building the anticipation, a series of black lights illuminate the stage and vapor dances in its glow. After about forty five seconds, the classical guitar is interrupted by Randal Blythe's growling vocals.]

--Our father, thy will be done!--

[The classical guitar is replaced with distorted electric guitars tuned to drop D, playing the slow and droning "Vigil" by Lamb of God. The lights surrounding the curtain flicker in a constant strobe and Duff Côte d'Ivoire emerges from the back wearing long, black leather coat. Beneath this, he wears a black tee shirt, blue jeans, and combat boots.]

--I have denied--
--This life its worth--
--I will not be the victim--

[He glances around to the crowd and the smirk turns into an arrogant, toothy grin.]

--Show me how it hurts to rot from the inside out--
--This vigil burns--
--Until the date our fires overtake you--

[He walks to the ring in long strides. He surveys his surroundings again before rolling into the ring. A lone spotlight shines on him as he plays the crowd from the middle rope in the far corner for a few moments. They throw nothing but Bronx Cheers at him as he laughs at their discontent.]

--OUR FATHER, WE FORSAKE YOU--

[Duff jumps down from his perch and grabs a microphone.]

I know I've got the week off and everything, but I showed up here tonight because I know you people wouldn't be satisfied if I didn't make an appearance.

[The crowd boos.]

Duff: Yeah, I love you guys too. Anyway, I came out here tonight to address Scott Sable. Scott, you seem to be under the impression that regardless of where I go, I'll always be subpar to anyone else because of the shirt I wear. Because I wear the MoA letters proudly on my chest. In the PWA.

You see, Scott, I came into the AWF set on winning the World title, without considering the possibility of my other commitments coming into play. But you seem to be hell-bent on causing me whatever kind of a hassle you can because I'm in a group that you absolutely despise.

So much so that you robbed me of the AWF Intercontinental title. Not to mention Erik Dafoe and the Huntress. You're not making yourself anymore popular, Scotty. If anything, you're a walking example of why people shouldn't sign on the dotted line for this company. Look at what the management does to the talent! Not to mention the supreme talent in his company.

I could go into why I should have been facing off for the AWF World title, but I won't, because I'm not one to bitch about such petty things. Fact of the matter is, though, Sable, you don't deserve me here! You're lucky I stick around! If it weren't for my insatiable gold-lust, I would have jumped ship over to the AW:X a long time ago.

But I tell you what, Scotty. I'll give you an opportunity to prove yourself once and for all since you seem all determined to make yourself look big. I want you in a match, Scotty. One on one.

You claim you made my career? You made me? I made me, Scotty. I brought myself here, you just provided a list of hapless opponents to dominate. And you will be just the same, Scotty. A hapless opponent. Assuming you have the cajones, that is.

Get back to me on that one, Scott. Without attempting to suckerpunch me.

[Duff laughs and winks.]

Duff: And if you think this is the only surprising thing you've got coming for you tonight, Scotty, you've got another thing coming.

["Vigil" by Lamb of God picks up on the PA again. Duff tosses the microphone down with a loud thud and exits the ring, and the arena.]

Dean: Did Duff just ask our boss Mr. Sable for a match?

Alex: It would appear so, wouldn't it.

Dean: Mr. Sable isn't a wrestler. He would be stupid to get in the ring against Duff.

Alex: Oh but if Mr. Sable has something to prove, he will.

Dean: Let's just prey, he's smart enough to know that this is some kind of set up on our boss. Duff said himself that there is another surprise for him later on tonight.

Alex: Good, I like surprises.

Dean: Well when it comes to Duff, I've learned that his surprises are never good.

Alex: Haha, I know. Isn't it great.

Dean: Let's move on to something else shall we. I don't want to think about anymore horrible surpises anymore.

Alex: What else is there?

Dean: How about our next match. Niji vs Santino Esposito.

Scott Jones: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds…Niji!”

(When the music plays the lights go out, a dragon face appears on the titon tron, red pyros go off, a spot light comes on at the top of the ramp as Niji walks out and slowly to the ring, crawls under the bottom rope and stands over in the corner.)

Dean: “At Justice For All, Niji and Fire tried to get the one up over Santino, however his newest friend Antonio Santino leveled the playing field. Now, Santino gets some revenge over Niji while Antonio faces Fire.”

(Feeling Good begins to play on the loudspeakers. Santino emerges from the back wearing his Giorgio Armani suit and sunglasses. He then struts with class to the ring, stopping along the way and giving some lucky young lady a kiss. He struts up the steps and ducks into the ring. He struts around the ring and begins to remove is suit coat and sunglasses for his match.)

Alex: “Santino looks ready to start this match and so would I. Lets get this revenge match under way.”

(The ref signals for the bell. Niji taunts Santino in his corner. Santino charges toward Niji in anger. Niji sees this and side steps Santino, throwing him into the turnbuckle. Santino bounces back and favors his head. Niji grabs Santino from behind and hits him with a German suplex. Santino’s body bounces off the mat and falls onto his stomach.)

Dean: “Niji starts this match strong.”

Alex: “Santino needs to mount an offense. This is hardly an act of revenge.”

((Niji waits for Santino to make it to his feet. Santino bounces off the ropes and attempts a clothesline. Niji ducks under the clothesline and gets his arms around Santino and slams him to the canvas with a full nelson slam. Santino bounces off the canvas hard and arches his back in the air. Niji heads to the top rope. Niji leaps from the top rope executing a moonsault. Santino sees him at the last second and rolls out of the way. As Niji rolls around on the canvas with his arms close to his abdomen Santino makes it to his feet and locks in the STF.)

Alex: “Santino going for the submission.”

Dean: “He wants Niji to submit, will we see it.”

(Niji pushes himself up on the mat. Santino keeps the STF locked in. Niji gets enough elevation and rolls to the ropes. Santino is forced to release the hold as Niji garbs the ropes. The fans boo as the ref pulls Santino off. Niji rolls out of the ring to catch a breather. Santino gets tired of waiting and launches himself over the top!)

Dean: “Santino going over the top in a highflying maneuver.”

Alex: “He really is establishing himself as a ‘over-the-top’ kind of guy.”

(Niji grabs Santino by the hair and drags him to the turn buckle. He hits three consecutive knife edge chops followed by a massive European uppercut. Santino falls back into the turn buckle. Niji rams his shoulder into Santino stomach. He then stands Santino up and suplexes him out of the corner. Niji is quick to his feet. He picks Santino up, locks his arms around him and nails a belly to belly suplex. Niji is once again quick to his feet. He lays a few boots into Santino's ribs. He then picks Santino up. He Irish whips Santino into the ropes and goes for a drop kick, but Santino held onto the rope.)

Alex: “A little more power based wrestling going on here.”

Dean: “They’re changing it up on the fly, interesting match up here.”

(Niji is shocked. He starts to lay lefts and rights into Santino’s' head as he drags him to his feet. He locks a front face lock on Santino’s then drives his head to the mat with a DDT. Niji then climbs the ropes. Niji seems to be sizing up Santino as he looks down. He comes off with a big splash, but Santino rolls out the way at the last second. Niji rolls up into a ball holding his stomach in obvious pain.)

Dean: “Santino finally gaining control.”

Alex: “Revenge is coming around onto Niji.”

(Niji rises up to his feet and slowly catches his breath in the corner. Santino begins to rise up from the mat as well. Niji runs toward the knelt down Santino and goes for a running knee, but Santino rolls out of the way. He too begins to run at Niji now, hitting a running Enziguri to Niji's injured back. Niji falls down to two knee's. Santino stands up and places a boot to his back.)

Alex: “Santino is smacking Niji around!”

Dean: “That kick looked brutal.”

(Niji stomps away on Santino who is flailing on the mat. After about 8 boots, Niji picks Santino up and Irish whips him to the east ropes. Santino comes back with a crossbody. However, Niji catches him and drives Santino’s side into his knee. Still holding Santino, Niji picks him up and scoop slams him.)

Dean: “Niji is going back into control.”

Alex: “Lets see if he can keep it up.”

(Niji goes to drop a knee over Santino’s forehead but Santino rolls out of the way. Niji shoots back up to his foot, favoring his knee. Santino levels him with a clothesline. Niji’s body bounces off the mat and falls flat. Santino wastes little time and heads up to the top rope. Without hesitance, Santino hits the Blood Rain! Niji’s body flails on the mat as Santino rises to his feet. “America’s sex symbol turns around and goes for the pin.

DING DING

Scott Jones: The winner of this match!! Santino Esposito!!

Dean: Well Santino is fifty-fifty against Fire and Niji.

Alex: Santino really showed some dominance against Niji that he didn't against Fire last week.

Dean: Well let's hope he continues like that.

Santino is celebrating in the ring as Antonio makes his way down to the ring to celebrate with Santino. Niji slowly gets up to his feet. He goes to enter the ring, but Antonio grabs him and brings him down to the mat in front of him and Santino.

Dean: Oh no, not again.

Alex: Yeah, it looks like their not quite done yet with Niji.

Antonio brings Niji up to his feet as Santino climbs up to the top turnbuckle.

Dean: Oh no, this does not look good.

Alex: Warriors Teardrop!!!! Warriors Teardrop!!

Antonio and Santino hit their new tag team finisher. Warriors Teardrop on Niji. Just then "Revolution" by Judas Priest hits the P.A.

Dean: Oh my god, who is this now!!

Out of the entrance come Fire and Nick Spivey. They come running down to the ring and they slide in. They get up to their feet and all four start exchanging blows with one another. It's an all out brawl in the middle of the ring. After a minute. Santino and Antonio are sent out of the ring by Nick Spivey and Fire with clotheslines. They stand outside the ring looking up at Nick Spivey and Fire as they help Niji up to his feet. Santino and Antonio make their way up the ramp while keeping their eyes on Fire, Niji, and Spivey in the ring. Just then someone comes out of the entrance.

Dean: Oh my god! No way!!

Alex: Who is this!!??

The guy comes running down and spears Antonio Lopez to the ramp. Santino was caught off gaurd as the guy gets back up to his feet. He hits Santino with a knee and then connects with four massive powerbombs. The crowd erupts, for the realize who this person was.

Dean: That's Tony Floyd!! Holy shit!!

Alex: Oh great, it's an invasion!

Dean: This is quite the surprise.

Alex: It sure is..

Dean: AWF might have just got a big name to bring it to the top.

Alex: Maybe. This is just insane.

Dean: Well regardless the show must go on.

There is the sound of chuckling across the house speakers then the AWF-trons spring to light, showing the interior of a tastefully-appointed office. It is not the furnishings that draw your eye, however. It is the man behind the desk. He is a tall and powerful man wearing a black suit and a black wrestling mask. It is the same man who called Duff off of President Sable during Duff's attack upon the small man.

Man: Greetings, AWF. I am Orochi. I am the general of the Masters of Armageddon under the direction of one Mister Darren Ridel.

The audience explodes with boos, although there are scattered cheers. Even the M.o.A. has its fanbase, after all.

Orochi: I heard Mister Wehali's speech earlier this evening. He wishes for the AWF to prove that it is the elite. Very well, we accept his offer. Our representative, Duff Côte d'Ivoire, offers his services in securing PWP gold away from the undeserving members of AW:X. The M.o.A. is the elite, you see. We dominate wherever we choose to go.

And that includes here in the AWF.

Orochi shakes his head and tsk's.

Orochi: You were very foolish in instigating confrontations with Duff, Sable. He was content to simply wrestle and prove himself to be the best. The PWP recognizes his ability, constantly placing him among the top three athletes in the community. You could not see that, however, could you? All you could see was the black and white, the three initials upon his shirt: M.o.A.

Your obsession with the past proved to be your very undoing. You continued to harass our enforcer, but he chose to be the better man and ignore your behavior. Ignore it until you dared to strike him. Such a foolish action by such an ignorant man. You paid for that insolence, however, and would have suffered worse if I had not chosen to intercede.

There are a few boos through the crowd, but they are mostly quiet, hanging upon the man's words. Orochi stands and walks to the front of the desk, looking down upon the fans.

Orochi: The fans know my words are truth. The truth is obvious even to the blind, but, alas, there are none so blind as those who refuse to see. To see that we are not about thug tactics. That was all you, Sable. No, we are about dominance through our words and our actions in the ring. Dominance we have already achieved in the AWF. Dominance we shall soon have throughout the PWP.

You asked where Duff's comrades were, Sable? You asked where the rest of the M.o.A. was?

Orochi reaches up and slowly removes his mask, revealing... NIGHTMARE!

We have been here from the very start, Scott. We have been here all along.

Nightmare chuckles as the monitors cut to black, the crowd left in shock by the revelation.

Dean: Holy shit!

Alex: No way! I didn't see that coming!

Dean: That is going to change everything.

Alex: We got two of them in here, it's only a matter of time before we get more.

Dean: I know, I know!

Alex: Mr. Sable is not going to like this one bit!

Dean: Well we'll find out shortly as he's due up after this last match for a special announcment.

Scott Jones: This match is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the World Title Tournament!!

The crowd goes wild as "Stillmatic" by Nas begins to play.

Scott Jones: Hailing from Birmingham, Alabama... he is the Messiah and Your Living Legend...

As the song moves into the opening verse, Ronnie steps out from behind the curtain as he just stands there in his hooded vest, hood over his head, bouncing from side to side.

Scott Johnson: RONNIE MCNEIL!!!

He makes his slow walk to the ring, casually nodding to the fans that line the aisle. He slowly walks up the ring steps, and steps through the ropes. Ronnie stands on the middle rope, holding one arm above him, before stepping down, and leaning over in a corner. He takes the hood from off his head, then takes the vest off completely, tossing it to the floor, awaiting the beginning of the match.

The chorus of Bitch by Meridith Brooks begins to play " I'm a bitch, I'm a lover, I'm a child, I'm a mother, I'm a sinner, I'm a saint I do not feel ashamed. "

Scott Jones: And his opponent, she reigns from Smallville, USA!!

At this point, tons of hot pink fireowrks surround the stage and, the Huntress appears in the middle standing with her hands on he hips. The music continues

Scott Jones: The Huntress!!!

" I'm you hell, I'm you dream' I'm nothing inbetween, You know you wouldn't want it any other way."

As the chorus ends, she saunters to the ring blowing kisses to her roaring fans. She slides under the ropes giving the crown a nice ass shot.

Dean: Both of these superstars are trying to continue their winning ways.

McNeil locks up with The Huntress. He connects with a knee to the midsection. He sets her up and connects with a suplex. She gets up quickly to her feet. McNeil comes at her only to get a series of knife edge chops. McNeil connects with rights and lefts, sending her to the ropes. He then grabs her and takes her down with a snap suplex. He then locks on an armbars sleeperhold. He applies pressure as Huntress fights the hold. She slowly begins to work her way to the ropes, and eventually makes it there to get the hold released. She makes her way up to her feet. She connects with a roundhouse kick, sending McNeil stumbling back. She then hits a dropkick sending him back to the ropes. She grabs him and whips him to the otherside, he bounces back and she hits a spinning roundhouse kick, sending him down to the mat.

Alex: Huntress trying to find a way to keep Ronnie down.

Dean: She always finds a way.

Huntress goes for a swanton off the top rope, but McNeil gets his knees up. He gets up to his feet and brings her up to her feet. He then hits a hangmans neckbreaker. McNeil then covers her for the pin attempt, but she quickly kicks out. He pulls her up to her feet and hits a suplex. She bounces up to her feet only to get sent back down by a scissor kick. Huntress goes down again. McNeil grabs her by the head and locks on the Broken Dreams. Huntress fights the hold as the crowd erupts. She continues to fight it, but McNeil has it locked in tight. Niki is there to check on her, she will not submit. Huntress still fights, but she's slowly going out. She lays motionless as Niki raises the arm.

Niki raises it again.

And one last time.

DING DING

Scott Jones: The winner of this match!! Ronnie McNeil!!!

Dean: Wow!! I'm totally in awe.

Alex: Huntress got completely manhandled by McNeil.

Dean: No one has been able to do that before.

Alex: Maybe that's a sign that McNeil is starting to turn things around here and show us what he's really capable of.

Dean: Maybe so..

Alex: Well I. . . wait a minute! Mr. Sable is on the screen!!!

Mr. Sable is on the screen sitting in his office back in the states. He's got a smile on his face. In front of him are a bunch of papers and sitting there in his office are a couple business men dressed in suits. He takes a minute to excuse himself to them before addressing the camera.

Mr. Sable: Well hello everyone. How's the show? Sorry I couldn't be there tonight, but as you can see I've been a busy man here this past week. Things have happened that is forever going to change the AWF. Oh don't worry it's going to change AWF for the better.

The two men who have their backs to us, nod in agreement.

First off let me congratulate our champions that were crowned at And Justice For All. I have yet to congratulate them on their hard fought matches. Tonight though, the change starts. Tonight I have a very important announcement. As everyone knew the PWP just wasn't working out and I made a executive decision to align AWF with a bigger and better company out there. A company that will take AWF far more than the PWP ever did. This past week I have made a deal with the WfWA. They have agreed to help us out and we help them. Though in order to do so, the AWF must make some small changes.

The fans boo.

No, no, no. It's not that bad. The first change is to keep production costs down, we will be moving our shows back to Minnesota. We'll be traveling with our shows in and around Minnesota. It's only minor, so I hope all you wrestlers hope your stay in Isreal this week, because next week your going to staying in the Viking country. The other changes are to our titles.

The fans boo even louder.

No, listen. The WfWA has a world champion and because the title is a world title and we are no longer traveling the world, we must change the name of our World title to something unique. It won't lose it's value. Just lose it's name. So from here forth, our World Champion, Nightmare will now be the AWF Justice Champion. The same is said about our TV title. This is not in regard to the WfWA. This is more of a change I am doing to better the AWF. Blade who is our current AWF TV champ will now be our AWF Vengeance Champ and our hardcore title will now be called the Brawler title. So see, nothing too drastic. Everything will keep it's value. And once you guys get back to the states, you'll find a completely rejuvenated AWF.

The fans cheer as we see the two suited men nod in agreement and turn their heads to look at each other with a smile.

See you guys when you get back.

We cut back to the ring.

Dean: Wow what huge news.

Alex: That's huge news? I was expecting people to be fired or something.

Dean: It is huge news, I've read about WfWA. It's a great place to be aligned with. AWF will really strive.

Alex: Well we'll just have to see.

Dean: Folks! We're out of time. Vengeance returns to Minnesota next week. We hope to see you there.

Alex: Yippee! Back to the igloo state!

Thanks to T, Esposito, and Antonio Lopez for helping with match writting this week. And thanks to everyone for putting forth segments this week.

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