Revolutions Per Minute: III (night 3 event)

Welcome to Revolutions Per Minute 3: Night Three.

On the screen, we cut to November - an AOWF legend looking for redemption.

"All that matters is your face being bashed in. Over, and over, and over again. There's nothing redeeming about any of this Jeff. Nothing that's going to save my soul, give me my career back and put me back on the path to righteousness.

This is just pure, unadulterated, hatred for you. For what you've allowed to happen to us. I'm going to break you for all of this, Jeff. And I won't stop until I can't recognize your face any longer."

Then to the perfect hero Jeffery Drake. Championships, records, glory, tradition. It was folklore, but no longer.

"From sleeping in to remembering that I was the first AOWF Hall of Famer at a time I still wasn't in my prime.

From yelling at lawyers to remember how fun a juji-gatame is when you wrench back.

From bitching about life...

To being your perfect hero.

Two days it took all that to come back to me. Two days. Give me another ten? I may body slam you so hard your spine will snap in two. You have no chance."

These two legends collide once more for tradition... or for redemption.

Pyros of red, white, and blue explode as the crowd begins to go into an uproar here in New Orleans. The New Orleans Arena is rocking tonight as thousands of signs are on display, people rooting for their favorite superstars. Once again we open up with an introduction video.

Now Playing: "Forever" by Drake, Lil Wayne, Kanye West, & Eminem

The AOWFtron lights up with the video starting off with Emily Corlen and AJ Adams. Two fierce TGW warriors. Two fighting for not only the World Championship, but for the rise of True Glory in the AOWF. Both well deserving of the crown, but only one walks away tonight.

Last name ever
First name greatest
Like a sprained ankle boy I ain't nothin' to play with

Clips of the AOWF Tag Team representatives, finally getting their match tonight. Hardcore Entertainment. Lochlan Matra and Finale. Riona Langly and Danny Monroe. Chi-Town Connection. Who walks away with the gold tonight?

I went hard all fall like the ball teams
Just so I could make it rain all spring
Y'all seen my story my glory

Drake. November. The anointed Charm, the tragic story. The score will be settled tonight. A clip of Fall From Grace 8: Vertigo shows November falling to the Fatal Charm. Will history repeat itself?

I'm like Nevada in the middle of the summer
I'm resting in the lead I need a pillow and a cover
Shh, my foot's sleeping on the gas
No brake pads, no such thing as last

Clips of The Phoenix and Jamie Flynn from RPM 2 and Genesis IX. The Phoenix retains his PWA World Championship. Jamie Flynn comes back for redemption and gets it. Another score to settle. Another title on the line.

There they go, back in stadiums as Shady spits his flow
Nuts they go, macadamia they go ballistic, whoa
We can make them look like bozos

Finally, the queen of everything on her throne. The beating heart of Victory Wrestling hoisting her championship up in the air. The ultimate battle of the century. Two of the best in the game collide for the most coveted prize in wrestling history.

I'm Hannibal Lector so just in case you're thinking about saving face
You ain't gonna have no face to save by the time I'm through with this place

I want this shit forever, mine ever, mine ever...

The song begins to die down. Everything is starting to come full circle here tonight. Except for the giant of a man standing in the ring as the lights come on. We see Joe Boxer signs everywhere, and Project X is disgusted.

Project X: He's gone, people! Gone! DONE! Just deal with it!

More booing from the crowd...

Dead Air Dave: What a shame, Brick. Joe Boxer was great in and out of the ring.

Brick Eagle: He will be missed, that's for sure.

Project X: You know, you're all lucky I'm still continuing with this awards ceremony! I could just cut it from the show!

More boos from the crowd.

Project X: Ugh... the first award of tonight is the Career Achievement award. Why I wasn't selected... is probably because I'm too awesome. And the winner is...

The stupid queen of everything, LISA SELDON!

"Change in the House of Flies" by The Deftones hits the sound system as Lisa Seldon walks down begrudgingly to the ring. She snatches the award out of PX's hands and forget he ever made that comment.

Lisa looks the trophy over for a very long time and then shrugs her shoulders.

Lisa Seldon: Well… yeah.

Never the less she seems quite happy, and gives the trophy a little rub and a smile.

Lisa Seldon: You know I’ve been with the AoWF for… I don’t even know, years I guess. I started back in the HiC, just after the fall and from there I’ve never looked back. I rose up the ranks in the HiC and as I did I heard about all these stars and legends. Guys like Twilight and Merrix and all these other stars I’d bitterly just missed. I started taking in information about FFGs and NoA, about Charms and MoAs and La Stygia and all these other people who I figured I’d never even get to meet, but shared a history I so desperately wanted to be apart of.

Lisa sort of trails off.

Lisa Seldon: That sounds kinda lame. Fuck it though, I’m amazing and I can say whatever I want.

She shrugs and carries right on ahead.

Lisa Seldon: I had a great time in the HiC looking back. I mean sure, there was that whole thing where I “killed” that baby.

The air quotes don’t make it any less real but it was totally her own fault. Everyone knows when you’re running the ropes you can’t stop.

Lisa Seldon: But other than that, I had a blast, won some belts, messed some people up real bad and most importantly, I was embraced as a star. I’d floated around before then, doing little bits and pieces, pretending to be older, getting stabbed by people in Mexico, that time with the bear, but in the HiC I was a star, and I’ve carried that with me ever since. So, you know, thanks Spider Man. Thanks for giving me a shot when no one else had, even if it was just because you were a perv and you liked little girls.

A little shrug before she rolls on.

Lisa Seldon: I went to the LWF and things only got better. I wrestled Drake on the eve of the biggest show of my career; I fought Vicious in my first and last major crushing defeat of my life and even met Silverback, who was much nicer back then… what with dying immediately after. Most importantly, I won the LWF World Championship, and I set myself up with a little piece of history as the only person to hold the top belt in both companies that survived the fall. And, well, that was kinda it.

She flaps her hand against the podium and then leans her head to one side.

Lisa Seldon: 2011 was a weird year for me. To be honest, I didn’t really plan on doing anything in the ring, I just wanted to run things, but back at the end of the year Spyke Gein asked me to partner up with him in Rebel Pro and it all kicked off from there. And while I was content just pretending to be a wizard.

It was a magician. A superpowered one. With kicks.

Lisa Seldon: But when the chance came I jumped on it. And I’m glad I did, because oh my look where I am now.

She can barely contain a smile.

Lisa Seldon: When I looked at those guys I idolised on my way up, I saw everything I wanted to be. I wanted to be the best in the best community in the entire world. And now here I am, a living legend, the first AoWF World Champion of the new age, I’m everything I ever wanted to be and I owe it all to the AoWF. So thanks to Ben Duke and Starbuck and Robinson and Twilight and Dalton Campbell and all the other people who gave me a shot. Thanks to people like Riley, Drake, Vicious and Teresa for driving me to be better. Thanks to Anna, Jethro, Maverick, Bogard and all the other Team LISA I’ve dragged in my bullshit. Thanks to Alexis and all the little SiD kids who’ve let me be apart of their careers. Thanks to my employees in Victory and the PWA. Thanks to… er… mom for giving birth to me, thanks for dad for… pfft… nothing I guess. Thanks to my brother for keeping me going, thanks to Jacob I guess, thanks to you and mostly thanks to me, because I’m amazing, and I have lots of these.

Lisa lifts her hand and holds both belts high.

Lisa Seldon: Oh and thanks for this. Because it’s good to know the last few years of my life were worthwhile! Woo!

Title Bout: TGW World Championship

Emily Corlen (Champion) Versus AJ Adams

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your opening contest for Night Three of Revolutions Per Minute Three! It is scheduled for ONE fall... and it is for the True Glory Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship!!!

The crowd pops loudly.

Dead Air Dave: Think they're ready for Night Three to get underway?

Brick Eagle: No doubt they are... let's just hope the added security prevents another riot like we witnessed last night!

"Lights Out" by P.O.D. begins playing across the AOWF-Tron and the lights go dim as blue and red lights begin to search the arena. As a burst of pyro goes off, AJ Adams is seen standing on the stage looking into the ring. He walks down and sometimes points to the sky. He slides into the ring and climbs one of the turnbuckles. Adams then points out to the crowd and then makes a fist with each hand. He jumps down to the mat and waits for his opponent.

Dead Air Dave: AJ Adams looked impressive against Emily Corlen weeks ago at TGW's Happenstance pay-per-view event, but ultimately failed in his quest to become the new Champion after both competitors fought to a double count out.

Brick Eagle: True, and now tonight, he's got another chance to end Corlen's 100-plus day reign as TGW World Champion! For what it's worth, my money's on Adams tonight to take his place as the RIGHTFUL TGW World Champion!

The lights in the arena cut to black as the intro to "Beast Mode" by B.o.B. hits the AOWF-Tron. As the crowd cheers loudly, green strobe lights fill the arena and "The Emerald Phoenix" Emily Corlen slowly rises up through the stage, her arms outstretched akin to wings. She sweeps her arms over her head and closes them around her mouth, screaming loudly before a single blast of pyro goes off behind her. The strobe lights slow down as Emily begins making her way down the ramp, pointing at the World Championship around her waist and mouthing "I'm the best thing going today, baby!". By the time she reaches ringside, the strobe lights have completely stopped and emerald colored spotlights have begun swirling around the crowd and ring. After making her way around the ring once, Emily hoists herself onto the apron and enters the ring through the first and second ropes. Emily makes her way to all four corners of the ring, climbing up each and posing for the fans. As the lights return to normal and the music fades, Emily unstraps the TGW World Title from her waist and hands it to the official, before slowly pacing around the canvas, glancing out to the still-cheering crowd and smirking.

Dead Air Dave: Emily Corlen had a banner year in 2011, winning three World Championships and essentially taking her place as, in her own words, the 'Standard Bearer' of True Glory Wrestling. She hopes to dominate TGW in 2012 the same way she undoubtedly did last year, but her quest could be stopped cold tonight with a loss in such a high profile environment.

Brick Eagle: No doubt about it, if Emily loses tonight, it's going to affect the rest of her year, and she'll be stuck thinking about what could have been. Don't choke, kid! Ha ha ha...

Both competitors stare at one another from their respective corners as Eric Emerson takes his place in the center of the ring, next to the referee, who is holding the TGW World Championship high in the air.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, the challenger... he hails from Los Angeles, California... weighing in tonight at 176 pounds... he is a former TGW World Champion and the leading #1 Contender to the Championship... he is AJ... AAADDDAAAMMMSSS!!!

AJ steps out of his corner and hops up and down in place to a mostly mixed response from the crowd.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent... she also hails from Los Angeles, California, by way of Rockford, Illinois... weighing in tonight at 140 pounds... she is the current and reigning TGW World Heavyweight Champion... the Emerald Phoenix... she is EMILY... CCCOOORRRLLLEEENNN!!!

Emily turns around and hops up onto the turnbuckle, flexing her arms to a nice pop from the fans.

Dead Air Dave: The fans seem pretty solidly behind Corlen tonight, perhaps now that her Bound by Blood days are behind her.

Brick Eagle: I still wouldn't trust her as far as I could throw her, and I doubt I could toss a load that hefty very far at all.

Dead Air Dave: Emily's not fat.

Brick Eagle: YOU'RE not fat.

Dead Air Dave: Thank you! I HAVE been working out...

As Brick rethinks his comeback and realizes it wasn't much of a comeback at all, Eric Emerson steps out of the ring and the official calls for the bell.

DING-DING

Dead Air Dave: And Night Three is underway!

As the bell rings, Emily and AJ begin circling one another in the ring. Emily takes the first shot, an attempted clothesline, but AJ ducks it and cracks Emily across the upper chest with a loud knife edged chop! Emily falls back a step, but isn't intimidated as she takes another swing at Adams, but again, AJ ducks it, hitting Emily with two more hard chops. AJ moves back across the ring as Emily touches her chest, snarling slightly.

Brick Eagle: Adams is wise here, using his speed to his advantage. He's not very likely to win a power contest with this she beast of a woman.

Dead Air Dave: You know, I bet Corlen would take that as a compliment.

Brick Eagle: I have no doubt about that.

As the crowd quickly breaks into a dueling "EME-RALD-PHOE-NIX/LET'S-GO-A-J" chant, Emily tries to back Adams into the corner, only for Adams to slip around Emily and shove her into the corner he was just standing in before letting loose with a barrage of punches. Emily covers her face and the referee starts counting, finally pulling AJ off of her after reaching four. AJ turns to the ref and admonishes him for throwing off his rhythm, before leaning in and cracking Emily with another hard chop.

Dead Air Dave: Four hard chops and Emily's chest is growing redder by the minute!

Brick Eagle: He needs to watch his aim, or this match is going to devolve into a sexual harassment lawsuit!

Emily steps out of the corner, holding onto the ropes, and Adams uses the opportunity to grab the Champion before whipping her across the ring. Halfway through, Emily counters it, leaving Adams as the one whipped across the ring. As Adams comes back, Emily aims another clothesline and again, Adams ducks before going for another chop - but this time, Emily is ready, grabbing Adams' hand mid thrust and gripping it hard, her eyes bugging out as the crowd cheers loudly!

Dead Air Dave: And Emily Corlen has had enough of Adams' chops! That's the power you were talking about before, Brick!

Brick Eagle: AJ Adams is in for it now. Hell hath no fury like that of a beluga whale scorned!

Dead Air Dave: Oh, that's just mean.

Brick Eagle: What? Beluga whales are adorable! And fat.

With Adams' hand firmly in her grasp, Emily twists his arm hard before letting go to grip him around the neck with both hands for her Seventh Heaven (Two-handed Chokeslam). She lifts him up for the move, but before she can hit it, Adams knees her hard in the face, causing her to lose her grip! Adams wiggles free and brings Emily down with a Lou Thesz press as he lands, before hitting more lefts to her face. After several hard hits, Emily powers out of it (literally) as she throws Adams nearly halfway across the ring! Both competitors reach their feet at the same time, but this time, Emily's the one ready as she grabs Adams by the neck again, forcefully thrusting him into the corner before rocking him with several hard punches of her own!

Dead Air Dave: Never again will the term "you hit like a girl" be considered an insult... not if the girl in question is Emily Corlen!

After several stiff shots to the head and chest, Adams stumbles out of the corner, leaving Emily to finally hit that standing clothesline and turn him inside out. She doesn't give AJ time to collect himself, either, as she lifts him to his feet before shoving him back into the same corner, headbutting him hard when he tries to get out of the way.

Brick Eagle: Oh! Head like a rock, that woman!

Dead Air Dave: AJ Adams might have a broken nose after that hit!

Indeed, Adams is bleeding from the nose as Emily hits a few more hard kicks and punches. The referee finally pulls her away and she nods in agreement before going to whip Adams out of the corner. AJ, angered, counters the move, spinning Emily into the corner before unleashing a flurry of chops to Emily's chest! The TGW World Champion cries out in pain with each cringe inducing shot that echoes throughout the arena.

Brick Eagle: AJ Adams just because a casa en fuego!

Adams finally pulls Emily out of the corner and whips her into the ropes. As she comes back, he leapfrogs her, but she manages to stop her momentum as he lands. Adams turns around not knowing, and Emily is there, hoisting him in the air and laying him out with a big back body drop! Emily screams loudly as the crowd cheers.

Dead Air Dave: AJ definitely still has fans in this arena, but it sure seems like Emily has a lot more here tonight.

Brick Eagle: Meh, they're just confused. They probably think they're at Sea World!

Emily pulls Adams to his feet and lifts him high above her head, the crowd cheering at the display of power before she drops him hard with a Gorilla press slam. She drops down into the cover!

Kickout!

Adams kicks out with authority after just a count of one.

Dead Air Dave: And Emily Corlen with the first cover of this matchup, but not anywhere near close enough to get the three yet.

Emily shakes her head, and then stands up, pulling Adams up by the hair. She knees him twice hard in the gut, and then jams his head between her legs, motioning for the Crimson Plunge (Powerbomb into Facebuster)! She lifts him up and AJ tries to shift his leg to knee her in the head, but he only gets one shot off before Corlen slams him down to the mat hard. She takes a step back to shake off the knee to the temple.

Brick Eagle: Emily's got this match going at her pace now, and unless AJ can speed it up again, it might only be a matter of time before Corlen claims victory here tonight at RPM III.

AJ rolls across the ring, reaching the nearest corner, and uses the ropes to pull himself to a standing position. Emily watches him and strikes at the most opportune moment, aiming to nail a running boot, but Adams rolls out of the way just in time, leaving Emily to collide leg first with the steel ringpost! The crowd utters an audible "ooh" as Emily stumbles backwards, holding her leg in pain. With the opening, AJ runs across the ring, hitting a sliding shoulderblock to Emily's leg, taking her footing out from under her.

Dead Air Dave: Smart thinking here, if Adams can take Emily's legs out, she's not going to be able to hit a lot of her high-impact maneuvers, essentially cutting her catalog of moves for this match in half.

Emily starts to stand up, still holding her leg, leaving an opening for AJ to catch her from behind with a flipping neckbreaker, driving her face into the mat! He stands up and taunts her before grabbing her legs and motioning for a figure four leglock! However, Emily uses the leg strength she still has to shove Adams away. He responds by stomping hard on her abdomen several times, and then locking in the move!

Brick Eagle: Figure four, and that leg of Corlen's is already hurting!

Dead Air Dave: Emily's never tapped out in her career, but that could change here tonight! Is AJ Adams about to make history in more ways than one?!

AJ grips the move hard, yelling for Emily to submit. She screams "No!" and struggles to get out of the move. Several seconds pass, Emily screaming in pain, struggling hard to turn the submission over. Unable to do so and being stuck in the middle of the ring, Emily finally leans forward, gripping Adams' tights and pulling him head first into a stiff punch! The crowd cheers loudly as Corlen unleashes a barrage of hard punches to the challenger, finally causing Adams to fall back, the figure four broken!

Dead Air Dave: Impressive thinking by Emily there, but is the damage already done?

Brick Eagle: If those legs weren't hurting before, they sure as hell are now!

Both superstars struggle to get to their feet, Adams reaching a vertical base first while Emily limps off of one knee. She turns around and AJ is ready with a dropkick to the leg he started working on, causing her to land hard on the affected knee. Emily yelps out in pain as she grabs the knee, wincing. Adams rolls to his feet as Emily stands shakily and goes for another dropkick to her leg, but this time, Emily counters, grabbing AJ in mid leap and thrusting him hard into the corner! She limps back, scowling, before laying into Adams with a series of stiff body shots.

Dead Air Dave: Adrenaline just kicked in for the TGW World Champion! She's still limping, but in a match like this, you have no choice but to fight through the pain.

Emily grips the ring ropes to help hold her up as she hits a few hard kicks into Adams' chest with her good leg, still wincing with each attack. She steps back and lets AJ come out of the corner before rearing back and nailing him across the jaw with a big Skullcracker (Chick Kick)! She falls to one knee after executing the kick, but still has enough to drag Adams a foot closer to the center of the ring before hooking the leg.

Kickout!

Adams gets his shoulder up again and this time, Emily pounds the mat.

Brick Eagle: Frustration might be setting in for the Champion here.

Dead Air Dave: Emily's working with a bad knee now, and she knows if she's going to have any chance of leaving this arena as the Champion, it's in her best interests to end this match as quickly as possible.

Emily stands up, regains her footing, and then stretches her arms out, calling for the Catalyst (Glam Slam)!

Dead Air Dave: Speaking of, she might be looking to do just that right here!

AJ slowly reaches his feet and Emily limps behind him, hooking his arms before lifting him up for the Catalyst - as she starts to land the move, however, Adams rolls into it, turning the move into a rollup pin attempt!

3-NO!

At the very last second, Emily powers out of the cover!

Dead Air Dave: Holy...! Wow! We were THAT CLOSE to a new TGW World Champion!

Brick Eagle: Emily Corlen almost had one of her biggest moves blow up in her face - literally!

Both competitors roll to their feet before locking up in the center of the ring. They jockey for position - rather aggressively - and Emily wins, hitting a few punches before whipping AJ into the ropes. Adams comes back and surprises Emily with a big spear, nearly cutting the Champion in half! He rolls to his feet and looks at Emily, and then grins before heading to the top rope! With a mixed reaction behind him, he points to his elbow, then down at Emily - but doesn't notice Emily has reached her feet as well, and by the time he does, she's at the corner, knocking him off! AJ falls into the ropes, crotching himself before rolling down into the ring. Emily lifts him to his feet and tries for another Catalyst, but Adams counters again, this time positioning himself for his Last Call (Codebreaker) - but mid jump, Emily catches him by the leg and kneels down, locking him into the Faith Breaker (Argentine Leglock) as the crowd explodes!

Dead Air Dave: THE FAITH BREAKER! This match is over!

Brick Eagle: Bull...! Adams hasn't tapped out!

Dead Air Dave: Nobody - and I mean NOBODY - has EVER escaped the Faith Breaker, Brick! It's deadly!

Emily locks in the move as Adams screams in pain! Adams flails around wildly, trying desperately to escape the hold, but Emily cinches it in harder! Nearly thirty seconds pass, Adams in the hold, refusing to give up, until he finally uses his arms to begin pulling himself toward the ropes! Emily pulls back, trying to keep him in place, but right as she stands up to pull him back to the center, AJ reaches out and grabs the bottom rope! The pro-Adams fans now explode as the referee forces Emily to break the hold and she can't believe it!

Brick Eagle: Inescapable my ass!

Dead Air Dave: I don't believe it! AJ Adams making history here tonight! But has the damage now been done to the challenger?

Adams instinctually rolls out of the ring, gripping the leg Emily had draped over her shoulders. Emily slowly follows, nursing her own leg, as Adams uses the ring barricade to pull himself up before stumbling around ringside, trying to collect himself. Emily follows, grabbing him before ramming him head first into the steel steps! The referee begins counting.

Dead Air Dave: These two need to be careful... a double count out is how their last match ended.

Emily grabs Adams and whips him into the ring, leaving his head hanging out past the ropes. She takes a step back and hits a running knee, knocking Adams for a loop. She does it again, but this time, Adams manages to pull his head inside the ring, leaving Emily to collide with the steel steps knee first!

Brick Eagle: Oh, she's gonna be feeling that one in the morning.

Dead Air Dave: At this point, Emily will be lucky if she can WALK in the morning!

Emily grabs her knee and screams in pain as Adams slowly reaches his feet in the ring. Emily uses the stairs to pull herself up, but before she can roll inside, AJ runs across the ring and hits a baseball slide, knocking Emily for a loop! Adams grimaces as he climbs up the nearest corner to the top rope and points at Emily before leaping off with a big frog splash!

...but at the last second, Emily moves, leaving AJ Adams to unceremoniously land on the protective mat outside the ring! The crowd "oohs" again as Emily pulls herself to her feet, trying her best to shake off the pain as the crowd chants "holy shit"!

Brick Eagle: Crash and burn!

Dead Air Dave: Emily Corlen with amazing instincts there, dodging a proverbial bullet and perhaps putting one in the Championship dreams of AJ Adams all at the same time!

Emily leans against the ring, trying desperately to fight off the pain she's in. The referee starts to count, but stops before exiting the ring and checking on both competitors to ensure they can still continue. Emily nods yes and rolls back into the ring, using the time to rest, as the referee checks on Adams, who took the worst of the outside exchange with his big fall. After several moments, AJ says something to the ref and the official steps back before nodding, keeping his eyes on both competitors.

Brick Eagle: Give it up, ref, the kid's not about to quit, not with TGW's World Title on the line. Go big or go home, but never give up!

Dead Air Dave: Isn't going home the same thing as giving up?

Brick Eagle: Shut up, Dave.

After a few more moments, Adams finally starts moving outside of the ring, slowly crawling to his feet before gingerly rolling back inside. Back in the ring, Emily is still flat on her back, but notices AJ and sits up. Both competitors rise to their feet but Emily is just a little bit quicker, finding her way behind Adams before hoisting him into the air... and then dropping him hard with the Catalyst (Glam Slam)! The crowd goes wild as she hooks the leg!

3-NO! Kickout!

AJ Adams kicks out! Emily rolls off of the cover, a look of absolute shock on her face!

Dead Air Dave: AJ Adams will not die!

Brick Eagle: Emily Corlen might have finally met her match in Adams! Can you feel it, Dave? Can you feel a new Champion in the air tonight?!

Emily tries to argue with the referee, but the official insists she only had two. She takes a moment to close her eyes and calm herself down before standing up. She pulls AJ to his feet and starts to position him between her legs for the Down in Flames (Pedigree) - but as she does so, AJ leaps up, catching her with the Last Call (Codebreaker)! The pro-Adams fans go nuts as AJ rolls into the cover!

3-NO!

Just like Adams himself moments before, Emily kicks out at the absolute last possible second and he can't believe it! He closes his eyes and shakes his head in disappointment as another dueling chant starts up in support of both competitors.

Dead Air Dave: Emily Corlen is NOT about to let her Championship go without a fight, Brick!

Brick Eagle: She's resilient, I'll give her that. Must be due to all of her -

Dead Air Dave: Don't say blubber.

Brick Eagle: ...I was GOING to say conditioning. That was just plain mean, what you said.

AJ stands, yelling at Emily to get up. She does (slowly) and he aims to hit another Last Call, but mid-jump, Emily catches him and drops him to the mat with her Seventh Heaven (Two-Handed Chokeslam)! She covers!

Kickout!

Again, Adams gets the shoulder up in time, leaving Emily to pound the mat in frustration. She stands up, rubs her leg, and then looks at the top rope before looking down at Adams.

Dead Air Dave: Uh oh... Corlen is not a flier, ladies and gentleman... what can she possibly have in mind here?

Emily hobbles over to the corner and climbs carefully to the top, standing before tapping her elbow and pointing at AJ!

Brick Eagle: She's gonna hit Adams with his own flying elbow! Folks, set your DVRs, tonight at RPM III Night Three, pigs will fly!

Emily lifts off with her good leg and flies off the top rope, aiming a flying elbow at the heart of AJ Adams, but at the last second, Adams rolls out of the way, causing Emily to slam into the canvas!

Dead Air Dave: Emily now crashing and burning with that ill-fated elbow!

AJ, starting to come to, sees Emily down and immediately moves to lock in his Lights Out (Tazzmission) submission chokehold! Emily comes to as he struggles to cinch it in, ending up on her knees. She starts elbowing Adams hard, trying to keep him from getting the hold in. Finally, she stands and moves backwards, slamming Adams into the corner and knocking him off! As Adams stumbles, Corlen grabs him and lifts him before hitting another Catalyst! The crowd cheers as she hooks the leg again!

Brick Eagle: A second Catalyst!

Dead Air Dave: This match is over!

......NO! Adams kicks out! Adams kicks out!

The pro-Adams fans go apeshit as Emily's eyes widen - she can't believe it! She starts punching the mat in frustration, screaming "WHY WON'T YOU STAY DOWN!?".

Dead Air Dave: Don't lose your cool, Emily! Stay calm! What would Spyke think?

Brick Eagle: Spyke? You mean Spyke Gein? Who the hell cares about what he would think?

Dead Air Dave: It's common knowledge that Spyke's been teaching Emily how to control her emotions, but all the teaching in the world might not stop her from going off the deep end tonight, and if she's not careful, her Championship might go with it!

Emily groans audibly as she stands up, motioning for this match to end. She starts to pull AJ to his feet before positioning him for the Down in Flames... but before she can lift him up to hit the move, AJ grabs her by the pants and pulls, shockingly exposing Emily to the world! The crowd goes nuts as Emily drops to the mat, quickly re-covering herself in embarrassment!

Brick Eagle: Holy... did we just see... EVERYTHING?! AJ pulled her thong down with her pants!

Dead Air Dave: In a move that will surely be edited out of the DVD release of this event, we most certainly did. On a lighter note, one debate can now be one hundred percent put to rest - Emily Corlen does not have ANY man parts, ladies and gentlemen.

Brick Eagle: She shaves, too!

Dead Air Dave: Oh, my...

At the announcer's table, Dead Air Dave covers his face in embarrassment. Back in the ring, Emily has pulled her pants up and crawled back to her feet before turning around, only to be caught by AJ Adams' Eat It (Fame-Asser)! He starts to go for the pin, but stops short as he considers something else. He decides to climb the turnbuckle again, and this time, he hits the flying elbow perfectly! As his fans cheer loudly, Adams decides not to cover Emily, instead moving into the corner and prepping for a bigger move! She slowly makes her way to her feet, and when she turns around, Adams strikes, nailing Emily with another Last Call (Codebreaker)! He rolls into the cover as the entire crowd counts along.

Dead Air Dave: He's done it!

Brick Eagle: AJ Adams, your new TGW World Heavyweight Champion!

......NOOO! With the referee's hand less than an inch from the mat, Emily Corlen gets her shoulder up! The crowd explodes and Adams just about loses his mind! He pleads with the referee, insisting that he had three, as the crowd starts a loud "THIS-IS-AWE-SOME" chant!

Dead Air Dave: This IS awesome! True Glory Wrestling, AJ Adams and Emily Corlen, giving these fans one of the most memorable performances they've seen this entire weekend!

AJ stands up and pulls Emily to her feet before hitting yet another hard chop across her chest, sending the Champion reeling into the ropes. She comes back with a stiff punch, knocking Adams for a loop. This starts a fistfight between the two, each competitor lobbing rights and lefts at each other, but Emily is the one who finally takes Adams off of his feet with a stiff uppercut to the jaw! He doesn't stay down for long, and soon the two are brawling yet again.

Brick Eagle: Who is going to win this brutal exchange?!

Emily knees Adams in the gut hard before going for another Down in Flames, but Adams fights out of it and whips Emily into the ropes before leaping up for another Last Call... but Emily grabs his leg again and, just like earlier in the match, drops him down into the Faith Breaker (Argentine Leglock)! She locks it in completely and Adams screams loudly as Emily pulls back as hard as she can on the move!

Dead Air Dave: Faith Breaker! Faith Breaker! Can AJ Adams beat the odds and escape the Champion's unbreakable submission twice in one night?!

AJ's fans cheer loudly as the former Champion struggles to turn Emily over, get to the ropes, anything. Against all odds, he struggles desperately to reach the ropes and break the hold. He nearly reaches them... his fingers touch the bottom rope... but this time, Emily is prepared and stands up, all of Adams' weight on her, before dragging him back to the dead center of the ring! As the crowd nearly blows the roof off of the arena, Adams tries desperately to escape, clawing, scratching... but finally, after nearly a minute of surviving the hold, he screams out in agony one final time before tapping out!

DING-DING

"Beast Mode" by B.o.B. starts playing throughout the arena as Emily finally breaks the hold, leaning onto the ropes to keep herself upright.

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentleman, as the result of a submission... here is your winner and STILL True Glory Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion... EMILY... CCCOOORRRLLLEEENNN!!!

Emily nearly breaks down in tears as the referee hands over her TGW World Championship. She holds it close, almost nuzzling it like a mother would a child, as the fans in attendance start a "T-G-DUB" chant.

Dead Air Dave: I... wow! Just wow! What a match! And Emily Corlen pulls out the win with a submission victory over a very game AJ Adams!

Brick Eagle: I have to give the devil her due... respect to Emily Corlen. That was a goddamn hell of a match, I'll tell you that much. She earned that victory.

Dead Air Dave: Not taking anything away from AJ Adams, of course! He put in the performance of a lifetime, but tonight was Emily's night.

As the crowd continues cheering loudly, TGW General Manager Wade Mason makes his way down to the ring, clapping. He climbs inside the ring, and motions for both Emily and AJ to meet him in the center. AJ considers leaving, but finally decides to stay, as Wade lifts both competitors arms in triumph. The "T-G-DUB" chant breaks out again as Wade looks at both Emily and AJ proudly. He finally nods to both of them before exiting the ring, leaving Emily and AJ face to face, alone.

Dead Air Dave: Uh oh. What's going to happen here?

As the music cuts out, Emily and AJ have an intense stare down that lasts for what feels like an eternity. Finally, AJ says something inaudibly to Emily before holding out his hand. The crowd cheers as Emily looks down at it, leery of shaking it. She points to the Championship, and then to AJ before saying something in response and shaking her head 'no'. The crowd starts to boo for a moment, but that changes as a second later, Emily pulls in AJ for a big hug! The crowd comes to their feet, giving both competitors a standing ovation as "Beast Mode" starts playing again. Adams leaves the ring and nods at Emily, clapping as she climbs the nearest corner and poses for the fans.

Dead Air Dave: AJ Adams is a hell of a guy. He recognizes that tonight, yeah, Emily got him. But there will be more chances in the future... no need to ruin the moment here tonight. Both of these competitors poured their heart and soul into this match, but we could only have one winner...

Brick Eagle: ...and that winner is Emily Corlen. Congratulations to the Emerald Phoenix!

The ring has been cleared and Project X has come back out reluctantly to deliver us another AOWF award.

Project X: I swear, I never saw what Joe saw in these awards. I mean, Stable of the Year? This isn't 2001 anymore. ANYWAY. And the nominees are...

The Alliance of Wrestling's Finest...what a terrible idea that was.

The New Age Panzies...meh. They were alright.

and...

The Order of Chaos! What? They weren't even a stable!

Dead Air Dave: Project X.. clearly not enjoying his role as manager of RPM 3.

Brick Eagle: Then he shouldn't have beaten Joe Boxer!

Project X: And the winner is... THE ALLIANCE OF WRESTLING'S FAGINAS!

Dead Air Dave: Did he just say 'fagina'?

No music cues up... in fact, only one of those guys is actually here and he doesn't care.

Project X: Rob Robinson told me he won't be accepting this award because he believes he's better than the adjective 'finest'. And you all think I'm a jerk!

Dead Air Dave: Well, that was delightfully dull.

Brick Eagle: And Project X stomps up the rampway like a little girl. What do we have next, Daved?

Dead Air Dave: It looks like the AOWF Tag Team Match is coming up next, Brick, but before we do that I'm getting word that something is going on backstage.

Cameras catch up with a familiar face backstage as Bryce Knight is seen talking on his cell phone. One can only assume he is here to support his friend Kyle Lee in his match this evening with Jeffrey Drake.

Nightstryker: Yes, the flight was fine. Everything has been fine up until this point. My only concern is that Kyle isn't ready for his match with Drake tonight. He seems focused and hell bent on tearing Drake a new one, but I fear that rage is going cause a lapse in judgment.

He looks over his shoulder to see the camera fixated on his conversation and shakes his head.

Nightstryker: Going to have to let you go for now. I forgot how amazing the cameramen were to finding you when it comes to trying to have a personal moment.

Love you. See you when I get home.

Flipping his phone shut and sliding it into his right front pocket, Bryce turns his attention to the aforementioned cameraman and addresses him

Nightstryker: I'm assuming that the reason you are standing here watching over me is to find out why exactly I'm here at this event tonight, which is a fair question. And the answer is to support Kyle in his match with the pompous assbag known as Drake.

His smirk gives way to a more serious look.

Nightstryker: After all these years, Kyle finally gets to put Drake in his place and I wouldn't miss this for the world. Now if you'll excuse me, I have somewhere else I'm sure I have to be.

Turning to leave, he takes a step but snaps his fingers and swings his attention back as if he forgot something.

Nightstryker: Plus, you never know when you might be needed to put a few ego's in check.

And with that, we head back to the arena.

Main Event: AOWF World Tag-Team Championship

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one pin fall with no time limit, and is for the vacated AOWF World Tag Team Championship!

The arena erupts into cheers and Emerson pauses a moment, looking down to his cue cards and allowing the cheers to die down. Finally...

Eric Emerson: Coming to the ring first...

"Reign of Terror" by Sabaton hits the arena hard and the fans go nuts. We are down South afterall...

Eric Emerson: Representing Rebel Pro Wrestling and weighing in at a combined 591-pounds...

The lights die and a shower of red and white pyros start to erupt around the entranceway. Bathing the top of the ramp in a phosphorescent shower of sparks.

Eric Emerson: They are former RPW World Tag-Team Champions. They are Vincent Black and the "Ragin' Redneck" Bubba J! They are... HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT!

Through the shower of red and white pyros the team of Hardcore Entertainment appear to a chorus of cheers. They stand shoulder to shoulder, or at least as much as the six-foot two-inch, Bubba J can next to the six-foot eleven-inch behemoth, Vincent Black. While concentration etches their features there also seems to be an ease about them. A familiarity with what they're about to go through. Looking out to the crowd they each thrust a fist into the air and at the same time fireworks erupt from the center of the ring exploding in the darkness of the dome overhead.

Slowly they lower their arms and start to make their way down to ringside. Both men reaching out to slap hands with the fans

Brick Eagle: I can smell pinche Bubba already. Es muy mal, David. He needs to learn how to use the shower.

Dead Air Dave: You're exaggerating Brick. As usual. I don't smell a thing.

Brick Eagle: I don't do these things you accuse me off, David. His smell... it is like the sweat of a pigs juevos.

Dead Air Dave: Yeah... I just threw up in my mouth a little.

Brick Eagle: See! It's so bad I told you!

As the team of Hardcore Entertainment reach ringside the lights start to come back up as ring techs quickly start to clear away the firework set up at the rings center. Bubba J is the first one in the ring, dispensing with the theatrics and just rolling in under the bottom rope. He moves towards a fall corner slumping back into it. Vincent, meanwhile takes a moment to find a camera to display his newest shirt.

NEW AOWF TAG CHAMPS?
HARDCORE ENTERTAINMENT ✔

DEAD RABBITS
CHI-TOWN CONNECTION
LANGLY & MONROE

With a smile Black whips off his shirt and tosses it to the crowd and then hops up on the apron and swings a large leg over the top rope to climb inside the squared circle. As their music dies down Vincent comes to rest next to Bubba.

Eric Emerson: And now coming to the ring...

"Light it Up" by Rev Theory blasts through the PA-system and the fans give a surprising pop for these two relatively new comers to the AOWF.

Eric Emerson: Representing True Glory Wrestling and weighing in at a combined 470-pounds...

The lights dim and up on the AOWF-tron the silhouetted skyline of Chicago's skyscrapers flows across the screen. A sitting sun behind them turns the sky into shades of orange, yellow and purple. Giant and slightly transparent letters start to flow across the front of the image, overlapping each other and running on.

Eric Emerson: They are the current TGW World Tag Team Champions. They are Zach Marshall and Chris Marshall. They are... CHI-TOWN CONNECTION!

Chris and Zach emerge from behind the curtain, TGW titles around their waists and raising their hands to the cheering fans. Strobe lights begin to pulse throughout the arena as the letters up on the AOWF-tron finally lock into to place to read out as "CHI-TOWN CONNECTION". The words and skyline shatter away to be replaced with footage of Chris and Zach from their various matches as they slam their opponents tot he mat or come leaping off a turnbuckle.

Finally the two start to make their way down to ringside. They seem to be in no particular rush as they take the time to connect with the fans nearest the rampway.

Brick Eagle: Don't know why these guys are even showing up. Didn't they read that hicks shirt?

Dead Air Dave: Just because it's on a shirt doesn't make it true, Brick.

Brick Eagle: You're thinking about Fox news, David.

Dead Air Dave: Touché.

Brick Eagle: I don't feel like fencing now, David. Maybe after the show.

The lights come back up and the strobes die as Chi-Town Connection reaches ringside. Bubba and Vincent ignore them for the most part as they hold one last pre-match meeting. Zach and Chris both slide into the ring and then hop up to their feet once more raising their hands to the fans and receiving another pop. Smiles on their faces they make their way to a vacant corner as their music starts to fade, both sharing a few glances in the direction of Hardcore Entertainment.

Eric Emerson: Coming to the ring next...

"Mad World" covered by Evergreen Terrace starts to filter into the arena and the reaction is mixed. The music not recognized as belonging to anyone...

All Around Me Are Familiar Faces

Eric Emerson: Representing Victory Wrestling and weighing in at a combined 450-pounds...

The darkness lingers on and on and on. Holding it's place there as Emerson continues...

Worn Out Places, Worn Out Faces

Eric Emerson: They are "The Buffalo Butcher" Finale and Lochlan Martra! They are... DEAD RABBITS!

Going No Where. Going No Where.

Finally a solitary spotlight shines down from the rafters to reveal the forms of Lochlan and Finale. They stand together, gazes cast downward. Again the reaction from the fans is neutral at best. Unsure what these two are all about. Neither member of Dead Rabbits seem to care for the fans or their reactions as they start to move for the ring. The spotlight staying with them amongst all the darkness.

Dead Air Dave: What do you know about these two, Brick?

Brick Eagle: Well David... I know they wrestle for Victory.

Dead Air Dave: Anything else.

Brick Eagle: Yeah.

Dead Air Dave: Like?

Brick Eagle: They're called The Dead Rabbits. Is like the cartoon bunny on Lochlan's tights there. See? Is funny no?

Dead Air Dave: No.

The Dead Rabbits reach ringside and the lights start to come back up as their spotlight flicks off. Using the steel steps they both pass through the ropes, and sparing only the briefest of glares for their opponents, start to make their way towards a vacant corner. There music starts to fade.

Dead Air Dave: They seem so angry.

Brick Eagle: Si. I hear they did not like the song that the AOWF chose for them. You know these kids these days and their music.

Eric Emerson: And finally coming to the ring...

"Sabotage" by The Beastie Boys hits the sound system as Riona Langly and Danny Monroe come out from backstage. Apparently they don't like their entrance music either.

Eric Emerson: Representing Pioneer Wrestling Association and weighing in at a combined weight of 365 pounds..

Riona and Danny arrive ringside and find their corner, watching the other wrestlers very carefully. Riona looks like she's going to get in the ring first. Eager, she is.

Eric Emerson: They are Riona Langly and Danny Monroe!

DING-DING

Riona and Zach start off this contest with a collar and elbow lockup; Zach with a quick go behind into a rear waistlock. Riona with a quick exchange is on the offense with a rear waistlock of her own. Zach rolls forward, but Riona using a bit of leverage manages to keep him from rolling forward and they both fall on their side. Riona with a quick side head and arm lock, working her way towards a crossface, but Zach is in the defensive mode, rolling Riona onto her back. The referee is right there.

One!

Riona rolls on over, but Zach reaches out and tags in his brother Chris into the match instead, who barrels in to slam a boot right into Riona's face that sends her rolling over, but the momentum carries her up to her feet. Chris comes charging in, Riona leaps with a front kick, but Chris catches the foot, spinning her around and slamming her with something resembling a spinebuster. Riona takes the blow solidly on her shoulders and tries to get up to her feet, but manages to only get to a seated position when Chris charges at her with a knee to the face. Riona catches the leg, twisting and sending Chris into the ropes instead. Chris rebounds, stops, but is met with a Danny Monroe boot to the face as Langly manages to tag in her partner, Danny Monroe.

Dead Air Dave: So far, only two teams have been involved here, but some quick tagging action between them.

Brick Eagle: It doesn't look like Hardcore Entertainment or the Dead Rabbits are too happy about that though.

Dead Air Dave: Yeah, but it does keep them fresh.; especially with that beating Bubba J took at the hands of The Phoenix's cronies.

Brick Eagle: Don't you mean pipes?

Monroe with a knee to the face of Chris as he pulls him up to his feet, but Chris shoves him backwards as he goes for a knee lift to the face; Danny spins out of the way, dropping down, and lifting Chris up in a fireman's carry. Danny spins around, right into a big boot from Vincent Black sending them both down on the canvas. The referee is right in Vincent's face ordering him back to his corner or else they will be disqualified. Finale over in his corner says this ain't Rebel Pro, or something like that anyways. Chris pulls Danny up to his feet, but Monroe isn't done by any stretch of the word as he peppers Chris' midsection and ribs with fast fists, but Chris manages to reach back and tag in Martra, thinking he was in his own corner. Martra comes in, nailing both Chris and Danny with a double headbutt. Chris stumbles backwards, but Danny tries to fight through, only for Martra to deliver a knee to the face before whipping him into the ropes. Danny slams heavily into Chris, who manages to lift him up and over the top rope with a back body just out of shere defense. Martra doesn't waste any time in resting as he delivers a kick right to Chris' ass that sends him through the ropes as well; Vincent Black takes this oppurtunity to enter into the match for Hardcore Entertainment. Martra using his quickness is behind Black with a go behind, but delivers a hard punch to the back of his skull.

Dead Air Dave: That kid sure does pack a hell of a punch.

Brick Eagle: Especially with a shovel.

Black turns around and Martra is there with another fist, but Vincent is ready and the begin to exchange punches. Vincent, Martra, Vincent, Martra, Vincent, Martra! After several punches, Martra's size is his downfall as he has to reach up, but all Vincent has to do is throw his punches downwards and he begins to overpower Martra with his size and strength; but Martra stood toe to toe with him for quite a few blows there. Martra bounces off the ropes, leaping high up and delivering a double knee to the face. Vincent catches him, tossing him down with a powerbomb to the canvas. Black off the ropes, but Danny(on his way to his corner) nails Black in the skull with a well placed knee to the kidneys that causes Black to stumble forwards. Martra is rolling up to his feet, catching Vincent with a facebuster onto the RPM III logo. Martra off the ropes, springing backwards and coming down with two knees into Vincent's back where he begins to repeatedly punch him in the back of the skull with alternating fists. Bubba J has had enough, but as he comes in, so does Finale and these two begin to exchange blows right beside where Martra is punching Vincent in the skull as the big man tries to rise. Finale with a hooking right connects with Bubba J's face, but he only smiles. Finale nods as Bubba J connects with a right cross right to Finale's jaw, but he only smiles as well; the two men nod at each other and promptly begin exchanging fistycuffs for the sheer hell of it apparently.

Dead Air Dave: I think the referee has lost control of this one!

Brick Eagle: Team PWA is battling with the TGW Champs, Hardcore Entertainment is battling the Dead Rabbits... its pandimonium Dave!

Dead Air Dave: That would be Dead Air Dave Brick.

Brick Eagle: and that would be Brick Eagle.

Finale with a kick at Bubba's gut, just as Riona receives a punch to the mouth from Chris Marshall. Danny ducks under the spinning heel kick/dive from the high flyer of the Chi-Town Connection and lifts upwards, crashing down with a spinebuster for Zach Marshall Bubba J stumbles back from the gut kick and Finale comes in, smelling blood in the air, but J hooks his tights and uses the charge to send Finale up and over the top rope to the outside where he lands on Danny Monroe and the charging Chris Marshall. Bubba J climbs up to the top turnbuckle and dives off with a double axe handle smash onto Martra who is clinging on to the back of Vincent Black trying to put the big man to sleep. Martra falls off, holding at his back just as Bubba J whips him into Vincent, who lifts him up into a piledriver and J hurriedly climbs up top for a hurtful double team move. Black comes down with the piledriver, but Finale pushes J off the top turnbuckle to crash heavily on the floor from the top turnbuckle. Finale comes into the ring now, booting Vincent right in the face and pulling his partner over to the corner where he tags himself into the match, to make it legal and all.

Dead Air Dave: Bubba J is the only legitimate one not to be officially tagged into the match.

Brick Eagle: Vincent Black wasn't either, but according to the rules anyone from another team was allowed to come in if there was only one other wrestler in the ring.

Dead Air Dave: Oh, right.

Finale pulls the rising Vincent back up to his feet before nailing him with rights and lefts, but Vincent can handle his own when it comes to that and headbutts Finale right in the nose, causing it to bleed slightly but not too much. Finale stumbles back from the force and Vincent slams a boot into his gut. Finale takes the blow but charges in delivering his head right into Vincent's stomach just as he was coming in for a blow to Finale. Finale charges on through sending Vincent down to the canvas before forcing him to tag in Zach Marshall. Finale yanks Zach on through to the ring, but Zach manages a somewhat effective kick to Finale's ribs that causes him to wince in pain. Finale with a wristlock, but Zach runs up the ropes, flips over, and drags Finale down with a tornado DDT onto Vincent's own head. Zach makes a cover.

One!

Martra breaks up the count just as Riona, Danny, and Chris Marshall all come in; Chris to protect, but Danny and Riona to prevent the pin.

Dead Air Dave: My gosh what a match, nothing more than a one count.

Brick Eagle: The match hasn't been going on that long Dave, of the Dead Air variety.

Bubba J manages to pull himself up to his feet and drag Vincent out of the ring, where they plan to regroup and rest a bit while the others beat the hell out of each other. Unfortunately for them, Martra dives over the top rope to take them both out with a suicide dive. Riona whips Chris into the ropes, Danny with a running knee doubles him over and Riona finishes the combo with a leg drop onto the back of his neck driving his face into the canvas. The referee is in danger of losing control of this match again, but does manage to force Riona, Danny, and Chris Marshall back to their respective corners. Martra gets back in the Dead Rabbits' corner, but Hardcore Entertainment are sluggishly moving back towards their's as they stare daggers at Martra as they step up onto the ring apron. Zach pulls himself up, but Finale manages to shove him backwards, catching him off guard and stumbling right into Riona's outstretched hand for an unintentional tag, well intentional on Riona's part, but not so much Zach's. The referee forces Zach into his corner as Riona steps through the ropes and locks up with Finale.

Dead Air Dave: Riona back into this match.

Brick Eagle: Brilliant observation of the painfully obvious.

Riona and Finale with a lockup, Riona with a quick side headlock; Finale shoves her into the ropes. Riona puts on the breaks, spinning around for a pump handle slam, but instead begins to pound Finale's ribs with knee after knee and ending it with the point of her elbow right into his neck. Finale goes down on one knee, holding at his ribs right as Riona delivers the stiffest knee of the match right to his face that rolls him over. Riona drops down mounting him with rights and lefts, but not only fists, she is including forearms and elbow shots as well, definitely keeping Finale off his game and in a defensive position. Finale manages a thumb to the eyes that backs Riona off.

Brick Eagle: Crude and effective there.

Dead Air Dave: Riona's effectively blinded in her left eye now.

Finale shoves up, throwing a shot to her chin and keeping the momentum with a headbutt that sits her right on her ass. Finale shoves up to his feet, but Riona is there as well. Finale comes in, but Riona with a drop toe hold sends him back down, but he manages to catch the rope and lash out with an elbow to her face. Riona's head is thrown back on her neck and Finale reaches out to make a tag to... Danny Monroe?

Dead Air Dave: Is that legal?

Brick Eagle: I do believe that Riona must tag in another person now or else she could just lay down and Team PWA could be declared victorious.

Riona stares at Finale as he steps through the ropes on his side; she goes to tag in Chris Marshall as Finale steps to his corner, onto the apron. Riona tags him back in and Finale is shocked, but nods at her thinking. Finale steps back through, tagging in Martra to face off against Danny Monroe. Martra comes in, collar and elbow lockup, but Martra nails Danny right in the face with his forehead, but Danny grabs him around the ribs in a bear hug type of hold, not firmly set in though. Martra falls back towards the ropes, pulling Danny down, but its Danny's turn to nail Martra with a headbutt, this one right in the mouth. Danny presses his advantage with a couple more of the stunning headbutts, keeping Martra from gaining his equilibrium, but he does manage to somewhat kick at Danny's inner thigh to break the monotony of headbutts. Martra squirms out of the hold, continuing to lash out at any body part that he can get ahold of and up to his feet kicking at Danny's head. Monroe catches the foot, wisting Martra around as he gets up to his feet, delivering a clothesline that sends him front first into the ropes. Martra bounces back, Full Nelson slam onto his head and Danny's turn for a pin attempt.

One!

Tw---

Everyone comes in, Riona to protect, but everyone else to break up the pin. Bubba J nails Riona with a stomp on her left knee, Vincent locks on with Finale, and Chi-Town Connection begin to pummel both Danny Monroe and Martra with fists and kicks.

Brick Eagle: The order is breaking down again.

Dead Air Dave: Maybe Joe Boxer should have invested in more than one referee for this match.

Brick Eagle: And an inept referee at that.

The referee finally gets everyone to their respective corners, all except for Danny Monroe and Martra who just stare at each other. They come together with a collar and elbow lockup, Danny forcing Martra back towards the ropes, but a little too close to Bubba J, who promptly tags himself in on Danny's shoulders; Danny is not very happy about this, but there is nothing he can do abaout it. Bubba J slaps the taste right out of Martra's mouth, but the brawler from Victory nails him right in the mouth with a right fist and these two are off now on their brawl for all. Martra with a right hand, Bubba J with one of his own, they come together and are rolling around on the canvas like two high schoolers in the schoolyard throwing punches.

Brick Eagle: Are they snarling?

Dead Air Dave: I do believe so... and there Martra is with a bite on Bubba J!

Brick Eagle: This has turned out to be a free for all, and I think the referee is a little to scared to get in there and unlock these two combatants.

Martra with a mouth full of Bubba J's shoulder, but Bubba J has ahold of Martra's ear in his mouth and the two of them are still throwing fists and trying to rip flesh off the other, what a contest of wills and human flesh indurance! They are snarling and punching, but eventually they get to the ropes and roll out of the ring, prompting Chris Marshall in the ring and here comes Vincent Black in as well, they lock up in the center of the ring as Martra and Bubba J are still throwing fists and biting each other on the outside.

Brick Eagle: My gawd, they are literally tearing in to each other.

Dead Air Dave: And they aren't even the legal men in this match anymore!

Chris with a wristlock on Black, but Vincent slams a forearm into his neck, Chris holds on to the wristlock. Black ducks under lifting Chris up onto his shoulders in airplan spin as he begins to twist around. Zach leaps from the top turnbuckle dropkicking Vincent right in the face, allowing Chris to roll him up for a pin from behind.

One!

Two!

Riona breaks it up, but Finale and Danny are there at the same time and Chris Marshall gets a mouth and skull full of boots. Riona and Danny toss them both over the top rope, but unfortuantely for them, Chris and Finale toss them over as well and they all land in a heap on the outside. Finale turns around, right into a bit of sweet chin music from Zach Marshall that knocks him over the top to land on Riona and Danny who are finally getting back up to their feet; their heads slam onto the floor. Zach turns around and is the only man standing in the ring, the referee and crowd are all shocked at this turn of events.

Brick Eagle: Chi-Town Connection with the only person standing in this match.

Dead Air Dave: Change that, Bubba J and Martra have just rose up on the other side of the ring.

Zach looks at the pile of bodies on one side, then to Martra and Bubba J who are bleeding profusely from their various bite wounds and punches. Zach leaps over the top rope with a suicide dive, but Bubba J and Martra work together to catch him, then promptly drop him throat first across the railing.

Dead Air Dave: Martra and Bubba J actually working together?!

Brick Eagle: They both climb back into the ring and seem to want to settle this among themselves.

They come together in another wild lockup.

They come together in another wild lockup. Bubba J powers Lochlan down and delivers a stiff knee to Martra's skull. Martra rolls back and up to his feet as Bubba J awaits him... Bubba J tries to go for a grapple but Martra Lochlan ducks out of the way, waiting for Bubba J to spin around - right before hitting a devastating implant DDT. Matra rolls back and throws his hands into the air; ready to finish this once and for all - as Zach Marshall, out of no where, tags himself in! Martra looks back, angry; and drags Zach Marshall in over the top rope, dropping him too for a DDT. The ref signals for Martra to get out of the ring; but he refuses - calling bullshit on the tag. The ref starts to count him out as Riona Langly comes sprinting in; spearing Martra through the top and middle rope - both of them falling to the concrete outside. While it's complete anarchy outside of the ring; both Bubba J and Zach Marshall are down on the inside. After a moment the two get to their feet, with Zach throwing the first punch; Bubba J following up with one of his own. This goes back and forth for a moment before Zach Marshall whips him into the ropes. Bubba J ducks a clothesline and waits, hunched down ever so slightly. Marshall turns and meets a heavy boot to the gut as Bubba J turns quickly, slamming Zach's skull down heavy onto his shoulder.

Brick Eagle: Trailer Park Trash! This one's over!

One...

Two...

Three!!!

The bell rings and Bubba J's hand is raised. Vincent Black wastes no time in grabbing up the AOWF Tag Team Titles from the Time Keepers table. He meets Bubba J center stage with their newly won AOWF Tag Team Titles - a glorious celebration about to ensue.

DING-DING

Eric Emerson: Your winners... and NEW AOWF Tag Team Champions... Hardcooooooooooooore.... Entertainnnnnnment!

The realization starts to set in around the ring, and no one is happy. Especially Lochlan Martra and Finale.

Dead Air Dave: Lochlan Martra had this thing won... Zach Marshall totally turned the tides by tagging himself in.

Brick Eagle: I've got to agree... still, an amazing effort by Hardcore Entertainment tonight; and a well deserved win Maclean!

Dead Air Dave: ...still not McLean.

Brick Eagle: Right, right. Anyhow... let the champagne flow, we have new champions!

So we're backstage and there's this guy, Project X! Yeah, he's a big meanie who stole RPM from Joe Boxer and now has to finish the event while still healing from his wounds. Yeah, the meanie.

Project X: So.. this contract Joe and I signed... pretty...uh...pretty ironclad! I am forced to give you this.

The camera turned and it was Jeffery Drake, who garners a huge pop from the crowd. We don't know why. It's like when a certain wrestler of the Y2K variety always gets cheered even when he's a big fucking prick.

Jeffery Drake: What is this?

Project X: Apparently it's a gift from the late Joe Boxer.

Jeffery Drake: Shut your damn mouth about him.

PX shrugs his shoulders and leaves Drake's locker room.

Jeffery Drake: "Mr. Drake - I've put in a last minute request to the AOWF Championship Committee before RPM began. They have agreed to it. Should you defeat Kyle Lee tonight, you will be rewarded with a rematch against Rob Robinson for the AOWF Intercontinental Championship or a match with Jamie Flynn for the AOWF Intercontinental Championship. I trust you won't disappear on us this time should you win back what you believe is rightfully yours. Sincerely, Joe Boxer."

Drake shakes his head, and looks up with a grin.

Jeffery Drake: What a fucking guy.

Jeffery Drake Versus "November" Kyle Lee

Dead Air Dave: Well Brick it looks like we're about ready to move on with the evening's action.

Brick Eagle: Yeah, this next match is featuring those two dudes that don't seem to like each other very much. I think the one dude killed the other dude's padre... or something. No se.

Dead Air Dave: That's not at all accurate, Brick. Although it does feature two guys that really don't like each other...

Brick Eagle: Pendejo! I just said that!

Dead Air Dave: Yes, yes you did. *ahem*... in fact this next match will feature "The Charm" Jeffery Drake and "November" Kyle Lee.

Brick Eagle: Those are horrible stage names.

Dead Air Dave: Neither of these men have wrestled professionally since their Fall From Grace match four years ago. Where Jeffery Drake pinned November and thus retired him from the sport.

Brick Eagle: Then what's he doing back, David?

Dead Air Dave: Redemption Brick... redemption.

Brick Eagle: You're a funny payaso, David. You should be on the radio.

Dead Air Dave: Brick... *sigh* nevermind. It should also be noted that long time AOWF announcer Joel Cronus will be handling the honors for this match alone tonight.

Brick Eagle: Joel? I know that guy!

Dead Air Dave: Yes you do, and it looks like Joel is ready to go and so now we hand it over to him.

Brick Eagle: Hey Joel! Sup hombre?

The camera view flips away from our ring side announcers to find one of the AOWF's most distinguished personalities at the center of the ring. Black suit, black bow tie and a wireless mic in his right hand. His left hand hangs freely at his side, devoid of cue cards. The buzz through the arena starts to build as the lights start to dim, and Joel Cronus, the voice of the AOWF for 14 years, raises his mic.

Joel Cronus: Ladies and gentlemen...

The buzzing grows louder. The anticipation is just about over.

Joel Cronus: ...this next match is scheduled for one pinfall with no time limit, AND is a Fall From Grace match.

There's an audible pop from the crowd over a match that hasn't been seen in four years.

Dead Air Dave: Whoa... hold onto your seat Brick! It's about to get wild.

Brick Eagle: I'll shiv anyone who tries to take my seat holmes.

Joel Cronus: This match will see the return of two of California's native sons to the squared circle. Awake, arise or be forever fallen!

The crowd erupts as the house lights die and send the arena into darkness. Joel carries on, always the professional.

Joel Cronus: Coming to the ring first from Malibu Beach, California...

"Passenger" by the Deftones starts to filter in through the PA-system. The fan noise intensifies.

Joel Cronus: Standing at six-feet six-inches and weighing in at 250-pounds. He is a former LWF World Heavyweight Champion. He is a former AOWF Intercontinental Champion. He has fallen, but tonight he may rise again. He is Kyle Matthew Lee! He is... NOVEMBER!!

The arena pops as the lights spring back to life to find the familiar forms of November and Nightstryker standing atop the ramp way. Kyle, dressed in his traditional ring attire of a black tank top, a pair of black leather pants, and matching boots stares down the aisle way. His gaze is hard and detached. He seems unaffected by the frenzy of the crowd around him. A friendly pat on the shoulder by Bryce finally sends him moving toward the ring. Bryce, wearing a black shirt with "Matt Stone's Ego Check" in white across the front, actually seems a bit more jovial than his counterpart and actually high fives a few of the fans lining the rampway.

Dead Air Dave: Bryce Knight, making yet another appearance at RPM.

Brick Eagle: Vato should watch his back. Usually people don't like being attacked.

Dead Air Dave: Is there ever a time they do, Brick?.

Brick Eagle: I'm sure there is David.

Dead Air Dave: I don't think so.

Brick Eagle: No, I'm pretty sure there is.

Reaching ringside November pulls his shirt off and lets it drop to the ground. Bryce shares a couple of words with him and then peels away to take up a spot around ringside. Kyle, takes one last look around the ring and then slides in rolling up to his feet, and turning to face the entranceway as his music fades away...

Joel Cronus: And his opponent from Manhattan Beach, California...

"Plush"

Stone Temple Pilots

The noise... it's like nothing you've ever heard.

Joel Cronus: Standing at six-feet three-inches, and weighing in at 240-pounds. He is a former two-time AOWF Intercontinental Champion. He is a former AOWF World Heavyweight Champion. He is enshrined in the AOWF Hall of Fame. He is the Fatal Charm!...

Golden light suddenly fills the stadium.

Joel Cronus: He is... JEFFERY DRAKE!

Drake emerges from behind the dark curtain and the arena rattles with a great roar of voices. Thousands upon thousands give welcome to The Perfect Hero. No, it's not Southern California, but it's not the East Coast either. He wears only black tights and boots trimmed in gold and right now all of his attention in focused in on the ring and the man therein. Kyle, stares back across the distance his knuckles going white from his grip on the top rope.

Drake grins suddenly. A self-assured, confident and cocky grin. It remains with him as he starts to move for the ring.

Dead Air Dave: Brick, you're looking at quite possibly one of the greatest wrestlers to ever grace an AOWF ring.

Brick Eagle: No I'm not. I'm checking out this skonka in the front row.

Dead Air Dave: And so you are. Well... everyone who isn't Brick is looking at quite possibly one of the greatest wrestlers to ever grace an AOWF ring.

Brick Eagle: He doesn't even have a mask. La concha.

Dead Air Dave: Well no he... HOLY CRAP!

Brick Eagle: LUCHADOR!

Dead Air Dave: November just slungshot himself over the top rope and plowed into Drake!

With the arena still bathed in golden light and "Plush" playing on November pushes himself up off Drake and starts to drop hard forearms into his face. The back of Drake's head bounces off the steel grating after every shot.

Dead Air Dave: Joel is clearing himself out of the ring but all the action right now is at the bottom of the rampway!

Brick Eagle: That Kylie got some air for a bolillo.

"Plush" abruptly shuts off and the lighting returns to normal as Kyle continues to crouch over Drake's body, driving forearm after forearm into his face. Suddenly Drake's hand shoots up to catch Lee's arm and in one giant push Jeff jerks up and forward and sends his forehead crashing into November's face. Blood immediately erupts from Lee's nose as he crumples backwards grabbing at his face.

Brick Eagle: Pssh... joto is bleeding already.

Dead Air Dave: And Drake's not letting up.

Jeff, rolls to his side and grabbing at his jaw throws a hard kick right into Lee's ribs. Kyle, rolls away with the kick towards the ring, ending on his knees and still grabbing his face. Drake is quick to his feet and just as quick to keep the advantage as he moves in on November. The Charm sends a kick sailing for November's head, but a last second bob of his head has Drake's foot only glancing the side of Kyle's head as he catches Jeff's foot. Before November has a chance to do anything with the foot Drake throws his other foot up and catches Kyle in the back of the head.

Dead Air Dave: OH! And that one sent November face planting into the mats surrounding the ring!

Brick Eagle: Yes, his whole head and face area isn't looking so good right now. Does he understand he'd in a wrestling match?

Dead Air Dave: I'm sure he's aware of that.

Drake rolls back up to his feet and moving over to Kyle, tanks him up by a handful of his hair. Lee is barely back up to his feet before he's whipped into the steel railing. Kyle hits the railing, flipping head over heels and spilling into the fans in the front row.

Jeffery Drake: Come on Kylie! Get angry!

The cameras at ringside easily pick up Drake berating November as he moves towards the railing. The fans have already started to open up a large clearing around November as he tires to push himself to his hands and knees. Jeff hops over the railing and reaches again for Lee...

THWACK!

Brick Eagle: IEEEE!

Dead Air Dave: November manages to catch Drake with a vicious chair shot to the face! Looks like that one cut open his forehead.

Drake crumples back against the railing holding a hand to his head as November uses a few nearby chairs to push himself up to his feet.

THWACK!

Dead Air Dave: Lee with another hard shot across Drake's face and The Charm goes down!

Brick Eagle: He should stop letting Kylie hit him with a chair.

Dead Air Dave: I'm sure he's thinking the same thing.

Brick Eagle: When I wrestled I avoided letting my opponent beat me with a chair.

Dead Air Dave: Good game plan Brick.

THWACK!

Lee, sends another hard shot down across Drake's body and then letting the chair fall scoops Drake up into a gorilla press and lets him fall face first onto the railing.

CRASH!

Dead Air Dave: Oh God that one took Jeff full right across the chest! He's clutching at his chest now trying to suck in air.

Brick Eagle: Good hang time.

Hovering over Drake, November blocks one of his nostrils and rockets blood and snot all over Drake before dropping a series of hard stomps into Jeff's chest. Wiping the blood away from his face November recollects his forgotten chair and drives the top of it into Drake's chest. Again and again.

Dead Air Dave: We're reaching a point now where they either need to call this match off or get it in the ring.

Brick Eagle: When I wrestled we didn't have all these estupido rules. The match started once we started beating on each other. And count outs? There were no count outs. You one a match like a man or you didn't win a match.

Dead Air Dave: You had a short career didn't you?

Brick Eagle: Si.

Lee, drives the chair into Drake's chest again and then raises it over head to bring it crashing down into face.

CRACK!

THWACK!

Dead Air Dave: Drake sends the chair ricocheting back into November's face with a last second kick!

Brick Eagle: Jeffy maybe should have just moved instead.

Dead Air Dave: Wait what do you? Oh...

The Charm writhes in pain on the ground clutching at his left ankle. Gritting his teeth, blood oozing down his face from the gash in his forehead, he grabs at the top of the railing, trying to pull himself up, and just collapses back to the ground... slumping against the railing. A few feet away Kyle is clutching at his face again spitting out teeth and blood. Wiping more blood away from his face he turns enraged eyes towards Drake and starts to stalk towards him once more with chair in hand.

Dead Air Dave: This is not looking good for Jeff. I don't think he can get to his feet. November swings! Jeff rolls out of the way! Drop toe hold!

CRASH!

Brick Eagle: Ankle lock! Ankle for ankle!

Lee slams into some more unoccupied chairs as Drake locks on and starts wrenching hard on his ankle. Kyle screams and beats his fists against the ground but to no avail as Drake continues to bare down on his ankle, moving it closer and closer to the breaking point. Drake starts to smile.

Dead Air Dave: This is hard to watch. I think I'm going to be sick.

Brick Eagle: Do it some where else cabron.

THWACK!

The gleeful expression on Drake's face is cut short as Nightstryker drops a chair shot across the back of his skull. Drake immediately crumples to the ground releasing his hold on Lee's ankle. November, unaware of what just happened, quickly scoots away from Drake, clutching at his ankle and turning around to look back at his nemesis. Still holding the chair in his hands Bryce just shrugs back at his friend and gets a sheepish look on his face. Kyle laughs through a bloody mouth and signals Bryce to hit Drake again.

And Bryce does.

THWACK!

Again.

THWACK!

And again.

THWACK!

And again.

THWACK!

The fans start to boo loudly.

Brick Eagle: That Kylie is a cheater.

Dead Air Dave: This isn't what I was expecting Brick. Not at all. I thought tradition meant a little more to Kyle Lee.

Brick Eagle: Apparently hurting Jeffy is all that matters.

Kyle, having finally pulled himself back up to his feet walks over towards his friend gingerly on his recently tweaked ankle. Looking down at The Charm, Kyle says something to Bryce that stops his friend in mid-swing. With a nod Bryce bends down and starts to wrap the chair around Drake's knee.

Dead Air Dave: Oh no... oh no, no, no! Someone has to stop this!

Brick Eagle: Doesn't Jeffy have any amigos?

Dead Air Dave: No, not here. Not tonight.

The booing continues as Bryce steps away from his handy work. Lee looks out towards the fans and just smiles as in one fluid motion he hops up on the railing and then spins to come down with both feet on the chair wrapped around Drake's knee.

POP!

Dead Air Dave: Oh God.

A mostly unconscious Drake suddenly sits bolt upright screaming in agony and grabbing at his knee. Kyle stomps again on the chair which sends Drake whipping backwards clutching at his hair. Lee and Knight exchange a nod and then scooping Drake up be either arm start to haul him over the railing and towards the ring.

Dead Air Dave: Oh... so now Kyle is going to take this so the ring.

Brick Eagle: It makes sense. Kylie didn't stand a chance in a regular match hombre. He took Jeffy out of his element and now all he needs to do is finish this one off.

Dead Air Dave: That was surprisingly astute of you, Brick.

Brick Eagle: What did you call me?

With pain etched across his features November and Nightstryker manage to pull Drake over the railing and roll him into the ring. Jeff just lays there, blood and tears, streaming down his face as he grabs at his knee. On the outside Kyle clasps Bryce on the shoulder and with a small smirk finally hops up on the apron and steps into the ring.

DING-DING

Dead Air Dave: Really? They're going to start this match?

Brick Eagle: That's generally what the bell means David. You're so astute.

November kicks Drake, rolling him towards the center of the ring and then starts to circle him. He starts to scream at him, but this far away from the ringside cameras those words go unheard. Drake just continues to clutch at his knee, not even responding to November. Lee, sends a kick right into Drake's knee and Jeff bucks on the canvas in pain. The boos pick up again, but Lee ignores the fans as he sends another kick into Drake's knee.

Dead Air Dave: Okay... this needs to end. Just someone call for the bell. This one is over.

Brick Eagle: It's not over until it's over David.

Dead Air Dave: It's over Brick. It's over.

Brick Eagle: That's why you could never be a luchador David. You have no heart.

Finally Kyle stops pacing and reaches down to drag Drake to his feet, and it all happens to fast.

Drake grabs Lee by the wrist and starts to pull him down and over...

Dead Air Dave: I don't...

November ends up on his back with his arm between Drake's legs, his hand pulled up to Jeff's chest.

Dead Air Dave: believe it!

And a second after that an arm is broken.

POP!

Brick Eagle: That is why you fail.

November howls in pain but before the referee can even drop down for a submission check Drake has dropped the hold. Lee sits up clutching at his arm, looking to be dazed and in shock. Dragging his leg behind him Drake scoots around behind Lee and now... it's all over.

Forever.

Dead Air Dave: MISER'S GRASP! Drake has it locked on and Kyle is tapping!

DING-DING

Joel Cronus: The winner of this match via submission... JEFFERY DRAKE!

"Plush" hits the PA again but Drake doesn't let up. He just continues to wrench further and further on the hold, bending Lee's neck and back at an impossible angle. The referee tries to to break it up but Drake refuses. Finally Nightstryker slides into the ring with a chair. A hard shot across the back of the skull is the only thing that finally shuts Drake down. Instead of continuing the attack though Bryce drops the chair and kneels down to check on Lee.

Dead Air Dave: I have no idea what I just witnessed.

Brick Eagle: A couple of guys breaking each other. They'll never be the same again. I've seen it before.

Dead Air Dave: Well one of them is retired for good now.

Brick Eagle: The other one might as well be David. The knee? Es no bueno.

From backstage EMT's start to make their way down to ringside. Bryce has Lee sitting up but the latter seems dazed and unsure what's going on. Meanwhile Drake has managed to roll to his side, but hasn't moved mush further than that. The first set of EMT's hit the ring and split up to check on each competitor. Bryce is pushed out of the way as neck braces and stretchers are prepared.

Dead Air Dave: Folks, I'm hearing that we're going to cut away from the ring right now and head backstage.

Brick Eagle: Si, nothing to see here.

We cut away from the scene just as Lee and Drake are being strapped down to their respective stretchers. Bryce stands away with a cell phone up to his ear. An ashen look on his face.

We open outside the arena, where standing there in a bright orange hooded sweatshirt, looking like a crack addict searching for a fix, is The Kumquat Kid. Next to him, a look of concern on his face, is Ryan’s best friend Dunk.

Dunk: Now look, everything will be fine. We’ll just head down to the grocery store and pick some up. Just breathe, ok?

Ryan is pacing, peeling a kumquat with his right hand.

Kumquat Kid: Really? Really Dunkopolis? Just go to the grocery store you say? Well I say nay, and I’m not even a horse! For years people have believed that I can live on only kumquats and video games, but a man has needs Dunkatron, and my needs need to be met!

Ryan devours the kumquat whole, spitting out the seeds right in his friend’s face. Wiping them from his eyes, Dunk checks his watch.

Dunk: I can’t believe you’re doing this. I can’t believe-

Kumquat Kid: Shh, I hear something.

Ryan creeps towards the edge of the shot.

Kumquat Kid: He’s here.

Dunk: Right on schedule. I still can’t believe I’m letting you do this.

Ryan motions to Dunk to follow him, as we follow the duo out of the scene and into a new one. We are now in front of a graffiti wall. However, instead of crates and fire barrels lying around, we see cameras and lighting equipment. Panning nearby, we see a bright red Skittles van. Before us stands a man who, if you love Skittles (or Ski-tells as he calls them), needs no further introduction.

Trale: Hey it's me, Trale..Lewous. Did you know that chameleons can-not eat Ski-tells? It's true, because if they do they risk the danger of, well, explodin into a million bazillions pieces! In fact-

Trale is abruptly tackled to the ground by Ryan, who opens the bag of Skittles and chucks all the contents into his mouth. With a look of pure orgasmic candy ecstasy, Ryan waves at the camera, then down at Trale, who actually waves back as Ryan exits, but not before snagging a economy sized bag of Skittles from the catering table. However, to Ryan's dismay, the bag bursts open, and falls down a nearby drain.

Kumquat Kid: NOOOOO! My precious, my precious Ski-tells!

Dunk yanks Ryan up from the ground and leads Ryan away, who is sobbing by this point. Trale dusts himself off, smiling for the camera.

Trale: What a great kumquaty guy, sending those Ski-tells off to summer camp!

We cut back to Dunk and Ryan sinking into the shadows.

Kumquat Kid: Can Skittles survive in sewer water? They are made of rainbows.

Dunk: Um, no.

Ryan bursts into tears again as we return to ringside.

Dead Air Dave: Um... what the fuck?

Brick Eagle: Dude is loco, Daved.

Project X: I think I got a little chubby watching those two Charm retards destroy each other. Anyone else? Bueller?

No dice.

Project X: Anyway, this is the Wrestler of the Year award. And your winner... PROJECT X!

The crowd boos heavily as PX gives them all the finger.

Project X: Well, that's what it should be at least!

And the nominees are...

Lisa Seldon! Ugh.. again?

Matthew Engel! The biggest tool on the planet?!

Matt Stone! I stand corrected - this is the biggest tool on the planet.

And the winner is...

LISA SELDON!

Dead Air Dave: Lisa takes home two awards tonight, very impressive.

Brick Eagle: She's been impressive all year Daved.

"Change in the House of Flies" hits the sound system again as Lisa Seldon comes back down to the ring. She reaches PX and takes the award, threatening to hit him if he doesn't get out of the ring. PX offers her an opportunity of the lifetime to give him oral sex and she pukes in her mouth a little bit.

Lisa Seldon: Wow, this is such a shock. I don’t know what to say.

Based on the fact that she then reveals a very long list, it’s probably not as much of a shock as she’s implying.

Lisa Seldon: First of all I’d like to thank, well, me obviously. I was pretty awesome and I won everything, even when people said I could! That’s a lot of pressure to live up to, just ask, well… everyone else nominated, because those two blew it a lot this year.

Lisa turns to the nearest camera and gives it a nod.

Lisa Seldon: I’d also like to thank the various tribes of West Africa who have taken to sacrificing goats in my name to stop me from rising out of the sea and devouring their children. I don’t really like children but I hate goats even more. Nasty things, always chewing stuff.

She shivers at the thought of goats. Fucking goats.

Lisa Seldon: I’d also like to thank all the creatures of the sea for recently electing me queen. Although it was a short campaign, it was a violent one, and I thank them for standing by me.

She pounds her fist to her chest and then holds it out for her revolutionary undersea comrades.

Lisa Seldon: Finally, I’d like to thank Johannes Gutenberg, the man who invented the printing press. Thanks to him, the stories of my greatness shall live on, passed down through the generations forever, long after your bodies have turned to dust and mine has ascended to the Heavens to take my rightful place as the ruler of the universe.

Chick doesn’t even believe in God.

Lisa Seldon: Of course, that’s assuming we even still have books in the future, and we don’t revert back to cave paintings, all of them featuring my face and the horrible images of what I’ve done, splattered in the gore of my victims as a horrible reminder to whatever scattered remnants of society happen to have survived. What’s more, they shall also act as a warning that I could return at any time and resume my eternal lust for blood!

She then throws out her hands and seemingly causes all the lights to fall. After a few rounds of screaming and some terrified camera flashes, they return, and she’s gone.

Dead Air Dave: Inspiring as always... Lisa Seldon becomes our Wrestler of the Year for 2011.

Brick Eagle: We have two more matches left, Dave, but first I hear there is something going on backstage!

Main Event: AOWF Intercontinental Championship

The Phoenix (Champion) Versus Jamie Flynn

Eric Emerson: Ladies and gentlemen, the first main event of the evening is scheduled for one pinfall or submission and is for the AOWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!

Dead Air Dave: A great and bitter rivalry here, Brick.

Brick Eagle: No amor lost between these hombres, Daved.

Eric Emerson: Introducing first, our special guest referee for this match...

"Plush" by STP hits the sound system a little louder than usual as Jeffery Drake steps out from backstage. The crowd is on their feet and cheering for the Fatal Charm, who looks pretty banged up from his match with November earlier.

Eric Emerson: Hailing from Manhatten Beach, he is one of the all-time AOWF greats and still has never lost to Matt Attict...JEFFERY DRAKE!

Drake climbs into the ring and raises his hand up to the fans. He shakes hands with Eric Emerson... probably because he dissed Matt Attict.

Eric Emerson: And introducing now... the challenger... hailing from Seattle, Washington...

"Knights of Cydonia" by Muse hits the sound system as Jamie Flynn comes out from backstage wearing his black trunks, Suicide Devil hoodie, and a classic pair of Aviators. Flynn makes his descent to the ring.

Eric Emerson: He stands a little over six feet tall and weighs in tonight at 210 pounds...

Flynn slides into the ring, handing off his hoodie and sunglasses to a ring staffer.

Eric Emerson: The Lyrical Assassin... JAMIE... FLYNNNN!!!

A mix of boos and cheers as Flynn begins to warm up in his corner.

Eric Emerson: And his opponent...

“The Final Countdown” by Europe begins to play just as the arena lights go out and the ADC tron lights up with a picture of a flaming bird. The bird explodes in a ball of fire and red and yellow pyro flare from the ring posts. The Phoenix, with the AOWF IC Title around his waist and the PWA World Title over his right shoulder, walks out to the entrance ramp and heads to the ring.

Eric Emerson: Weighing in at two hundred, thirty pounds and hailing from Orlando Florida. Your AOWF Intercontinental Champion... THE PHOENIX!

The Phoenix slides under the bottom rope and pops up in the corner, ready to begin the match.

Dead Air Dave: Nostalgia be damned. We are about to embark on two great matches despite having a stellar event so far. This era of the AOWF is just as good, if not better, than the old, Brick.

Brick Eagle: No arguments here Daved! I was busy beating putas left and right when the old AOWF was up and running!

Dead Air Dave: Oh those putas.

DING DING!

Flynn and Phoenix immediately go after each other with lefts and rights. Phoenix gets the advantage with a knee to the mid section and plants Flynn with a DDT. Drake seems interested in doing his job! Phoenix brings Flynn up to his feet and whips him to the ropes.

Dead Air Dave: Spinning spinebuster from The Phoenix! Flynn is reeling!

Brick Eagle: And The Phoenix is going up top...perhaps way too early.

Dead Air Dave: The Ashes!

Brick Eagle: And no one is home!

Flynn moves out of the way just in time and delivers a kick to Robinson's head as he's trying to get to his feet. Flynn applies a half Boston crab to Robinson's right leg, wrenching back on it as much as he can.

Dead Air Dave: A different approach here from Flynn as he applies that half crab.

Brick Eagle: Phoenix looks to be in a lot of pain, but he's awfully close to that bottom rope.

And The Phoenix manages to grab it, breaking the hold after a few minutes. But he's feeling the effects. Drake motions for Flynn to back up and The Phoenix gets to his feet. Flynn goes to work on Phoenix's right leg, stomping it and clipping him from behind. Flynn stomps on Phoenix's right knee some more and then drops a knee right on Phoenix's throat. Flynn mounts Phoenix and begins to bash him with lefts and rights, but Drake demands he breaks it up.

Dead Air Dave: Jeffery Drake...surprisingly doing his job here.

Brick Eagle: He's a great referee, Daved.

Phoenix is up to his feet and ducks a running lariat from Jamie Flynn. Phoenix with a superkick! Connects! Flynn drops like a bag of potatoes and Phoenix quickly hooks the leg.

1...

2..

KICK OUT!

Dead Air Dave: Robinson makes the first pinfall attempt here but falls short despite that devastating superkick from out of no where.

Brick Eagle: A page out of Mark Sommers' book, no doubt.

Dead Air Dave: A book that was written by Marcus Collins, I assure you.

Phoenix throws Flynn into the corner turnbuckles and wears him down with shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Phoenix hip tosses Flynn out of the corner and then goes against the ropes, dropping a huge leg over Flynn's throat. Phoenix hobbles around a bit, still feeling the effects of Flynn targeting his right knee. Phoenix brings Flynn up and then headbutts him several times, chopping Flynn to the chest and then going against the ropes. Flynn drops to the mat and Phoenix flies over him. Flynn leapdrogs the Phoenix who makes another turn off the ropes and gets leveled with a spinning heel kick from Flynn!

Dead Air Dave: Flynn catches Phoenix with that heel kick and gets back in control.

Brick Eagle: Is Drake on his cellphone?

Dead Air Dave: Jesus Christ is he bored already? This is a great match going on here!

Flynn drags Phoenix to the nearest corner. He springboards off the top turnbuckle and connects with a perfect moonsault. Flynn dives on top of Phoenix for the cover...and Drake quickly puts his iPhone away to make the count.

1..

2..

KICK OUT!

Flynn looks up at Drake.

Jamie Flynn: What the fuck?

Jeffery Drake: Your mother keeps texting me.

Brick Eagle: Oh snap son!

Dead Air Dave: What a shitty joke by the perfect hero.

Flynn mouths off to Drake for a moment but then gets rolled up from behind by The Phoenix!

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Dead Air Dave: A close one there as no doubt Flynn's focus is a bit divided.

Brick Eagle: Hey, Daved, your momma's so fat... she plays pool with the planets!

Dead Air Dave: It's seriously not funny.

Brick totally went after that. Flynn snaps Phoenix's head back with a right jab, but Phoenix ducks an oncoming left and slams his knee into Flynn's gut. Phoenix underhooks Flynn's arms and plants him to the mat with a suplex. Phoenix is trying to rally back here and repeatedly drives his elbow several times into the back of Flynn's neck.

Dead Air Dave: Phoenix is softening up that neck for The Flame, Brick.

Brick Eagle: Hey Daved, your momma is so stupid she...

Dead Air Dave: Really?

Brick Eagle: She's just so stupid, Daved.

Dead Air Dave: You haven't even met my mother! And now you never will.

Phoenix manages to get Flynn on the top turnbuckle.

Dead Air Dave: And Robinson drives Flynn to the mat with a tiger suplex from the top rope! Good God!

Brick Eagle: What an unexpectedly cool throw there by the PWA World Champion!

The Phoenix makes another cover, hooking both legs.

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Dead Air Dave: Drake once more a little slow in recognizing that there's a match going on and The Phoenix argues he had him.

The Phoenix: DAMN IT DRAKE! Do your fucking job!

Jeffery Drake: You want me to fuck your mother? No thanks.

Brick Eagle: That's not what Robinson said, at all.

Dead Air Dave: Drake appears to have a hearing problem.

Phoenix gives Drake the finger, but then gets kicked in the face by Jamie Flynn! Phoenix falls to a knee and then Flynn runs off the ropes and slams his shin right into Robinson's nose!

Dead Air Dave: Holy hell that had to hurt.

Brick Eagle: Dios Mios!

Flynn makes the cover... and Drake is obviously frustrated by all of these pinfalls.

1...

2...

KICK OUT!

Dead Air Dave: A near fall there as Rob gets his shoulder up just before Drake's hand found the time to hit the mat for a third time.

Brick Eagle: You sound bitter, Daved. You gotta lighten up. Here, have some.

Dead Air Dave: What is this, tequila?

Brick Eagle: Yeah son!

Flynn brings Phoenix up to his feet. He whips him to the ropes and sprints right toward him. Flynn times it perfectly as Phoenix turns around only to be clotheslined out of the ring and to the floor. Flynn springboards off the top turnbuckle as Robinson tries to get up. Flynn takes Robinson down with a cross body!

Dead Air Dave: And Flynn breaks out the aerial daredevil stuff that we've seen him use to beat his opponents in the past.

Brick Eagle: Except The Phoenix!

Dead Air Dave: No, Jamie Flynn beat The Phoenix at RPM 2.

Brick Eagle: Oi! I forgot.

Dead Air Dave: Dumbass.

Drake has all but fallen asleep from exhaustion, boredom, and pain meds. He doesn't even bother to start a ten count. Flynn however doesn't give a crap and is beating Phoenix to a bloody pulp on the outside. Flynn stops with the punching and throws Phoenix into the steel steps.

Dead Air Dave: This could get real ugly, Brick.

Brick Eagle: Or real awesome!

Flynn figures that's enough and rolls The Phoenix into the ring. Flynn yells at Drake for his attention and then covers The Phoenix.

1...

2...

3 -- NO! KICK OUT!

Dead Air Dave: And there's left still in The Phoenix.

Brick Eagle: He took quite a beating on the outside, let's see if he recovers!

Flynn slams the mat in frustration, arguing that it was a three. Drake just shakes his head, and flicks Flynn's nose. Flynn threatens to hit Drake, but turns around and goes after The Phoenix instead. The Phoenix is brought up to his feet and whipped to the turnbuckles.

Dead Air Dave: Flynn runs and tries for a corner splash!

Brick Eagle: No one home! No one home!

Dead Air Dave: And.. OH SHIT THE FLAME! ROBINSON JUST HIT FLYNN WITH THE FLAME!

Robinson drops on top of Flynn and Drake does his job.

1...

2...

3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Eric Emerson: And your winner of the match... STILL your AOWF Intercontinental Champion... THE... PHOENIX!!!!!

Robinson stands up and is completely exhausted, having survived Flynn's onslaught and remained champion. The belt gets handed to him by the ring announcer because Drake seriously is above that. Robinson raises both titles up in the air.

Dead Air Dave: FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX TO ROBINSON!

Brick Eagle: I guess even as injured as Drake is... he still wants a piece of the action!

Flynn gets up to his feet, in severe disbelief about what just happened. And Drake locks in the Miser's Grasp!

Dead Air Dave: Another Miser's Grasp! That's crippling Flynn!

Brick Eagle: Aw come on, Jeff, he's had enough!

Drake lets go and both men are down. Drake takes a look at the AOWF Intercontinental Championship.

Jeffery Drake: Soon enough, Robinson.

Drake limps out of the ring and up the rampway, disappearing backstage.

Dead Air Dave: Jeffery Drake making a statement here. It looks like The Phoenix will go one on one with Jeffery Drake some time soon!

Brick Eagle: All thanks to Joe Boxer. Project X can suck it!

Dead Air Dave: Shh, he's coming!

As Flynn and Robinson have cleared the ring and gone backstage, Project X has come back out.

Project X: Yeah, yeah...another one of these stupid awards.

Project X: This award is for the AOWF Hall of Fame. We honor washed-up individuals that could no longer cut it in today's environment! And the inductees are...

TOMMY RILEY! Who I'm sure I beat one time.

SHOWTIME! I know I beat him once.

And...

MATT ATTICT! Oh come on, who hasn't beaten him?

This is your AOWF Hall of Fame Class of 2011! And my God, it is disgusting. These three guys couldn't even bother to show up tonight to accept their awards. They're terrible has-beens. If I had been inducted, which isn't far off believe me, I would have shown up here tonight in style.

Dead Air Dave: He is just so full of himself isn't he?

Brick Eagle: It's really bad, hombre. Can't we just get on with the AOWF World Title match?

Project X: And our next match of the evening... you know, I've been doing some thinking. A radical event occurred yesterday. In fact, the only benefit of that radical event was what I'm about to do right now. You see, Joe Boxer's RPM while it was fun and kind of cool...it will be NOTHING compared to my version of RPM. RPM 4 will be the biggest and best of them all, I promise you!

Dead Air Dave: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever.

Brick Eagle: You're just a huge RPM fan now aren't you?

Dead Air Dave: Well, it's got a certain style that was different from past AOWF events. It's great, Brick.

The crowd boos Project X heavily... is the end of Night 2 about to repeat itself?

Project X: Oh yeah, oh yeah. Bring it on, you disloyal dogs. I've got all kinds of security here. The National Guard. Unless you enjoy tear gas, I suggest you keep quiet!

The crowd settles a little bit... amazingly.

Project X: Unfortunately for Joe and his legacy, the AOWF World Title match WILL NOT be happening tonight! According to the contract we signed, I have fulfilled the obligation of having four matches on Night 3. It never says which matches I have to have. You've all seen four matches, and that's all you're going to get!

The crowd is going crazy with boos now.

Dead Air Dave: This... this can't be happening.

Brick Eagle: He is ruining everything Joe Boxer has built!

Dead Air Dave: Well no shit, Brick. That's been his goal all along!

Project X: See you next year, peons!

PX makes a motion for all the cameras to go off the air.

Fade to forever.

Quick Results:

-Lisa Seldon wins the Career Achievement Award!
-Emily Corlen successfully defends her TGW World Championship against AJ Adams.
-The Alliance of Wrestling's Finest becomes the AOWF's 2011 Stable of the Year!
-Hardcore Entertainment defeats Lochlan Matra & Finale, Riona Langly & Danny Monroe, and Chi-Town Connection to become AOWF World Tag-Team Champions
-Kyle "November" Lee falls a second time to Jeffery Drake.
-Lisa Seldon becomes the AOWF's 2011 Wrestler of the Year!
-The Phoenix defeats Jamie Flynn to retain his AOWF Intercontinental Championship.
-Project X prematurely ends RPM 3 and postpones the AOWF World Title match.

Credits:

Corlen vs. Adams - Dave
AOWF Tag Title Match - Bean
Drake vs. November - Ben/Rob M.
Phoenix vs. Flynn - Joe
AOWF Awards - Joe

Final Message:

I just want to thank everyone who helped me put this event together. This would not be as successful as it is without all of you. I was very excited for this event because I felt it really bridged the gap between the old community and the new one we are creating today. The AOWF is a great place with a great history, and it is events like these that make this hobby worthwhile. Please feel free to post feedback on the forums.

Joe Kanzleiter