[This is it.  Welcome to Paris.  Welcome to the end.]

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"There's been six before this.  Almost a year in the making for each.  For some, lifetimes in the making.  People win, people lose, people fall.  Some people show up, some people make their name in one night.  Some people fade off into humility.  Some don't care about it.  Some can't wait for it to come.  One way or another, whatever type of personality you covet, you watch.  You're watching now.  Welcome to Paris.  Welcome to the end."

[The ego ends.  Of course Shawn Twilight had to be the first voice for his first self-promoted supercard.  He has some faults.  They have an un-named arena.  More to say, it's not much of an arena as to what would be the North American equivalent of a high school gym.  Second, there's no one in attendance.  The French don't pick up LWF television.  The mass advertising campaign fell short when the agents didn't think handing out leaflets on the side of the street was in their best interest.  The crowd is made of friends and family of the card's roster and its technical staff.  None are sitting in plane view of the camera as it sits before the ring, except one.  Jeffery Drake.  He's kicked his feet up on the guardrail, and has a smile from ear to ear about his friends failure.  Twilight is in the middle of the ring.  He continues...]

Shawn Twilight:  Thanks to those of you tuning in at home.  What may not be here in terms of crowd noise this evening, will definitely be made up by the quality of our product.  This isn't about swaying opinion, it's about wrestling... 

[He looks kind of funny in his suit up there with no one really watching him.  Drake tests his ability to heckle... just about anyone who coughs will be caught up on the audio track for the broadcast.  His smile grows...]

Shawn Twilight:  Two notes before we begin, there will be no Destroyer X/Nightstryker match this evening... and the Frost/Joshua Roe match has been changed to a retirement match for the AJWF title...

[He stumbled through that last line and got out of the ring.  The announcers weren't aware about the change.  Joel Cronus could care less... why use a separate ring announcer when there's no live crowd?  At least there's a bonus off the buy-rate... if there is any.]

Joel Cronus:  Our first match this evening will be contested under AOWF designated King of Extreme Championship rules, with the winner being named the new champion...  first, from Oxford, Ohio - the top remaining contender to the King of Extreme Champion and current AOWF Tag Team Champion - the VIRUS!

["Eleven Months" by Taproot plays, too loud in fact, there's no crowd.  He comes down to the ring with Mia, wielding a bat.  And although he's wearing a tuxedo, he doesn't look happy that he's not playing to a crowd tonight, he's about halfway to the ring before his music is abruptly cut.  Ray Stanford charges from behind with a bad of his own.  Our commentators don't get a proper welcome for the tenth straight LWF card.]

Dan Timberland:  Stanford starting early here in this hardcore match... that's not just a bat, that's a cricket bat, which he cracks against Virus' knee!  Already Stanford has an advantage in this match...

[Ray puts the bat down before his uses it a second time.]

*DING, DING*

[He rolls Stanford in the ring and goes to work on the injured knee.  Ramming it into the ground, a kick, a Godfather beatdown on it.  Virus goes to the ropes but it wont help him with anything but leverage.  Stanford drags him back into the middle, and applies a leg grapevine.]

Dan Timberland:  Things have slightly slowed down... so let me welcome you to an empty-

[Virus with a bare knuckle shot that allows him to get back to his feet.  He's slightly limping but enough to gain some composure as he quickly goes to a headlock, and then takes Ray down to his feet.]

Dan Timberland:  An empty arena here.  Except Jeffery Drake I guess-

[Drake shouts over to Dan, something that should have been censored, but nobody wasn't counting on crowd audience to be picked up so well.]

Dan Timberland:  Thanks Jeff.  It's going to be a long night... for those of you who aren't regular LWF viewers, I'm Dan Timberland, this is my color man Ransom...

[A nod.  He's sitting next to Shawn, and isn't about to ever consider letting him forget about this complete failure of an overseas card.  Shawn is trying to focus on the action.  He has the AOWF King of Extreme Championship Title sitting on his lap.  Stanford wrestles free of the hold and both men stand aside from each other, waiting for the next move.]

Dan Timberland:  And welcome to the seventh installment of a Fall From Grace - Full Collapse.

Ransom: Fitting.

[Virus starts first with a forearm quickly followed by a clothesline.  Stanford reels back into the corner, Virus charges at him, but Ray dodges and the Virus tastes the corner.  Virus taking a couple steps back, and Stanford completes his trip taking a drop kick to the side of his head sending him down.]

Dan Timberland:  And a decision not brought up to us at any point... the Frost, Joshua Roe match is now a fall from grace match?  What are you guys up to?

Ransom: ...

Dan Timberland:  Fitting.

[Stanford to the second rope with a chair... he comes down and rams into the throat of Virus.  Holding onto the chair he clips away at him... eventually using the chair against his neck in a pinning predicament]

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[Too early, referee Dick Swifkicky gets his first real action of the evening.]

Dan Timberland:  Ray Stanford is Shawn Twilight chosen one of sorts in the LWF, his backing helped Ray get to the finals of this tournament.  Though Ray is certainly not an advocate of the hardcore style, he has been willing enough to adopt it in recent weeks.

Ransom:  I think he's letting everything go to his head... rookies shouldn't hold community belts so early in their careers... sets them up for years of failure.

Dan Timberland: But weren-

Ransom:  I don't even know where you're going, but I don't want to discuss it.

[Stanford throws down the chair, but Virus uses that moments action to regain some advantage with a clubbing right that sends Ray slumped to his knees.  And another, and now a standing single leg crab.  He quickly doubles up on that crab and has a lion tamer.  Stanford inching towards the ropes.]

Dan Timberland:  There are no disqualifications in this match up, the only thing those ropes will help Stanford with is trying to gain a little leverage to get out of the hold... which doesn't look like it will help much.  Virus may just have two AOWF belts by the end of the evening.

[Stanford slumps through the bottom of the hold and wiggles free.  The second to his feet Virus flattens him back with a lariat.  Virus going to the top rope now on the downed Stanford - up looking to hit a seton bomb.]

Dan Timberland:  Up he goes.... and he ... connects!  He falls off of Stanford clutching his side, but is slowly pushing back to hook a leg...

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[Stanford muscles out and rolls to the outside.  He comes to the announcers table and is handed the King of Extreme title by Shawn Twilight.  Stanford comes back in to a waiting Virus... throws the belt at him, which the Virus catches, but Stanford also follows in with a dropkick to his knee, the same one he concentrated on earlier.]

Dan Timberland:  Hooking him head and leg... he's going for a fisherman's-

Ransom:  Hero's Suplex.

Dan Timberland:  Fisherman's Suplex.  He's playing to the crowd... well to the television audience... thumbs up as he lifts him up.

[He bridges the suplex.]

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Dan Timberland:  Virus found a way to rolls through his grasp at the last second!  Stanford thought for sure he had him, he's complaining to Dick, and now looking to Shawn for guidance... he should be paying more attention to Virus.

[As well he should.  Virus picks up the belt and knocks Stanford to the mat with it... Twilight gets out of his chair.  Virus picking him up, and a belly-to-belly suplex lands him in the corner, face up.  Virus to the top, Shawn yelling something at him.]

Ransom:  Dude, we can hear everything you say... there's no one here.

["That's right."  Drake must have raided Irons locker earlier, he's a little 'tainted'.]

Dan Timberland:  Virus was ignoring him regardless, but Shawn realizes his lost cause and takes his seat once again.  Four-fifty splash!

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[That misses.  Twilight's distraction may have meant something, so could have Stanford's drive to be a champion.  Virus is down, and Stanford looks to stretch him out... Virus with a low blow.]

Ransom:  Dude.

Dan Timberland:  Perfectly legal here...

[Virus picking him up and putting him in the tree of woe position in the corner.  Virus now dashing to the opposite corner now that he sees Stanford is secured.]

Dan Timberland:  He calls this Depression, and if he connects, this will mean some gold...

[He flips off the opposite rope landing in the middle.  He pauses for a second, his knee had trouble catching after all the work Stanford did on it.  He dashes in looking for a spear...]

*CLANK*

Dan Timberland:  That pause cost him, as Stanford found a way to get his arms free and sit up... Ray Stanford with a kick to the back of that knee, and now he's looking for a figure-four... I don't think Virus has anyway to muscle out of this wants Ray hooks him up.

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[But in traveling down near Virus' head, Stanford neck is clutched and brought down to the mat.  Million dollar dream choke... and Stanford is feeling the effects quickly.]

Dan Timberland:  That sleeper submission, Stanford took that belt shot to the back of the head, it can't be helping him now... Stanford barely moving... Swifkicky checking him out.  Raising an arm...

[It falls once.]

[Twice.]

[Three times.]

*DING, DING*

Joel Cronus:  The AOWF is proud to announce its new AOWF King of Extreme Champion, your victor of this match via submission - the VIRUS!

[Virus doesn't need to be presented the title, it was already in the ring.  He raises it up and shows it to the television camera.  Stanford is frustrated as he rolls to the outside regaining his wits.  Twilight says something in his ear, and gives him a pat on the back.]

Dan Timberland:  Virus our first champion named here tonight at a Fall From Grace in an impressive show of technical ability in a hardcore match up.  We may have more new champions named later, even Ray Stanford who fights again in just under and hour with Brandon Nova for the LWF Intercontinental Championship.

[Both men now gone from the scene.  There's a slight break in the transmission leading to snow.  That phases out after a second, and we're brought back to Joel Cronus, ready to make another pair of introductions.]

Joel Cronus:  First, at six feet, eleven inches of height, he is a former AOWF Intercontinental Champion - FIREBRAND!

[An instrumental version of "Lose Yourself" from Eminem plays as he stalks down to ringside solitary.  He goes over the top rope and waits not taking in the applause because there's no one there to give it.]

Joel Cronus:  And his opponent, from Hartford Connecticut... LEX DEMISE!

[The lights drop and "Fear" by Disturbed plays.  Demise walks to ringside, takes off his trench coast and waits upon the ring apron for the bell before he starts his business.]

*DING, DING*

[And he gets it... he flies across the ring and delivers an insanely high dropkick flooring the big man before he can catch his bearings.  Already he hooks the leg for a cover.]

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[Nothing much as Firebrand seems insulted as he throws him off.  Draco whips him into the ropes, and as Lex rebounds and is hit with a back body drop.  He clutches at his lower back after the maneuver.]

Dan Timberland:  Two big men here from the AJWF, we don't know much about either competitor but we'll give it our best shot. 

Ransom: I wont.

Dan Timberland:  I'm not surprised.

[Demise back to his feet, now choosing to bounce off the ropes himself.  Firebrand watches him float by, and is met with a cross body-block.  Now he hooks a leg again.]

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Dan Timberland:  That was more for a message than it was a serious pin attempt.

[Demise wants to end this quickly.  Firebrand fighting with some chops, he has a power advantage.  Lex Demise shrugging it off, and returns fire.  Firebrand irritated by that, shuns him with a knee to the guy, takes a couple steps back and charges at him... but Demise sidesteps and dumps him to the outside.  Lex joins him on the outside.]

Dan Timberland:  Swifkicky starts to make a count, but a really slow one... I doubt there will be any double count outs this evening.

Ransom:  ...

Dan Timberland:  Any input would be nice, you didn't know any LWF wrestlers when we first started there and you still bothered to chime in.

Ransom:  We were in the United States at least then...

[Firebrand gains an upper hand on the outside and rams Demise into the ring posts.  Lex trying to gain some composure and get away from the onslaught.  Firebrand back into the ring to break the count.  Demise with some cobwebs comes back in and swings wildly at Firebrand, who dodges the shot.]

Dan Timberland:  How can you even tell you're in Europe there's no one here.

Ransom:  That is right.

[Another wink for Shawn, another glare of indifference for Ransom.  Firebrand with a suplex and then drops a couple of knees on him, working the back.  He lifts him up and connects with a German Suplex without a bridge.  Demise stays folded up, so Drace grabs the legs and looks for a Scorpion Deathlock... but Demise is quick to the ropes before it can be turned over, so Swifkicky breaks up the hold.  Firebrand reluctantly does so and attempts to lift him up for another back drop... but Lex grabs up one of his huge legs and rolls through into a pinning predicament...]

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Dan Timberland:  Shoulder up at the last second by Firebrand - Demise with the third two count ot this match!

[Firebrand lumbers up but is stunned by a shot to the gut.  Lex whips him into the ropes, but Firebrand reverses it... and upon his return is hit with a press-powerslam.  Demise's face connects directly with the mat. Lucius with his own cover this time, felling rather confident...]

Dan Timberland:  Did you see him bounce off the mat?  Demise is no small guy!

Ransom: ...

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[Another rope reach, Swifkicky barely notices it.  Firebrand argues the correct call time.  Demise takes advantage of the situation and clips out his knee.  Dick doesn't notice, but it's pretty obvious as Firebrand crouches in pain.  Demise shows off the guns and keeps up the pressure by connecting with an atomic drop.  Firebrand staying on his feet after the move but is dropped with a diving clothesline.  Lex tries to drag him away from the ropes, but he wraps his leg around the bottom one.]

Dan Timberland:  Some brains there shown by the former community IC champ.

Ransom:  He lost to Thunderwolf - what does make of him?

Dan Timberland:  Good point.  An actual point, which is hard to find from you...  Demise with a couple kicks to get Draco to relinquish his grasp of that bottom rope.  Firebrand is irritated and swings at him, but Demise dodges!

[Lex with a headbutt which draws a warning from Dick Swifkicky.  Firebrand reels back and bounces off the ropes... Demise misses a dropkick.  Draco waits for him to get to his feet and hooks on a T-Bone Suplex and tosses him to the other side of the ring overhead.  He rushes over and hooks up the leg.]

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[Just in time he barely gets his shoulder up.  Draco pushes back down on it looking for another count, but gets only one before Demise withers free.  Firebrand picking him up now, the two at eye level... going for another T-Bone it looks like, but Demise with a kick to the gut.  He dashes off the opposing ropes and crashes into the midsection of Firbrand...]

Dan Timberland:  Silver Bullet Spear! Demise hooking the leg once again!

[Dick with the count.]

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[Firebrand kicks out, but its too late.  He's debating that judgment call, but Demise arm is raised by Swifkicky.]

*DING, DING*

Joel Cronus:  Your winner of this match via pinfall... LEX DEMISE!

Dan Timberland:  And Lex Demise takes our second match of this evening with his Silver Bullet Spear... with a win over the former AOWF IC Champion, he may be in line for a title shot of his own... who's to say when and where that might happen with the current AOWF financial situation.

Ransom:  Current situation?  As if there hasn't always been some money troubles?

Dan Timberland:  I don't want to speculate.

Ransom:  That's all you ever do.

 [They get their cue to come back... Joel's in the ring.  He has a note card, the kind a wrestler's agent submits before a match to say how they're announced, ninety-five percent of the wrestlers on this card didn't care.  One did... and the note card folds out into fifteen pages.  Joel throws it aside.]

Dan Timberland:  Thunderwolf's entrance is being cut?

Ransom:  After claiming the only reason he lost last year was because this was a Charm's card, he's lucky enough to have a match... we'll see if he's wearing his KKK garb this evening...

Joel Cronus:  Accompanied by Misty.  Thunderwolf.

[There's no emphasis, and there's no entrance music.  No pyros, no bullshit.  The two come down to ringside looking for their grand entrance... stern looks from the crowd, Jeffery Drake - who mouths something about beating him last year - and Shawn Twilight who mouths something which is better described by his middle finger.]

Joel Cronus:  And his opponent at six feet five inches, from HONG KONG - he is the DON MEGA!

[Shawn turned his head at Mega earlier in the week, but at least Don gets his entrance music to play - "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park.  Maybe because it will tie in with soundtrack sales later on this week.]

*DING, DING*

Dan Timberland:  No KKK garb.

Ransom:  Not this time.

[Mega attacks first a blow to the head, Thunderwolf seems slow. Or not so as he counters with a backward kick. Mega slaps back. Thunderwolf brought people to ringside for no reason at all, he wasn't suspecting an empty crowd.  Thunderwolf testing around, trying to find an in to Mega. He bounces off the ropes and knocks him down with a flying forearm.]

Dan Timberland:  Last year Thunderwolf lost to Chris Pike and a giant elephant in under thirty seconds, it was quite the spectacle.

Ransom:  Not as big a spectacle as when Drake beat him and he continued to talk about it on every possible occasion.

Dan Timberland:  You have to give him some credit, he is the AOWF Intercontinental Champion - in beating Firebrand in our last match up.

[Thunderwolkf picks up, and shows some strength in executing a stomachbreaker.  Mega seems disoriented...  the last move must have hit a nerve, even if was to the abdominal region. Thunderwolf looks around to Blaze, and then pulls him up.]

Dan Timberland:  Mega just may not be ready for the AOWF Intercontinental Champion.  There was some doubt in the weeks leading up to this whether he would be the LWF's representative or not.

Ransom:  I don't think Shawn wanted him to be, but I don't think he wanted to give this dumbass a decent match.  He rather see him fight it out on the undercard and prove nothing.

Dan Timberland:  You can't be serious

Ransom:  Like syphilis.

[Timberland doesn't bother to retort.  Mega with a another attempt at a swining forearm, but it doesn't land as Thunderwolf dodges to the right.  He takes a step back and delievers a standing side kick.]

Dan Timberland:  Sweet Dreams kick there, some praise for those who made up the AOWF?

[Twilight slides into the commentator's position.]

Shawn Twilight:  No, he's trying to show up Styx... an easy task, but sadly he falls short.  Or at that's what his smurf of his girlfriend told me he does...

[He slides out.]

Dan Timberland:  Has he been listening to us, or concentrating on the matches tonight?

Ransom:  No one's here, it wouldn't be hard to do both.   

[He doesn't go for a cover, Mega is tangled up into the ropes.  Thunderwolf drags him out but Mega was playing him... he rolls him up in a small package]

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[It's not enough... but Mega maintain control.  A fireman's carry.  And another with more elevation.  Thunderwolf is bouncing off the mat, but still plugging away to get to his feet.  Mega with a knifehand chop. He gets no reaction from the crowd, Drake misses his "whoo" cue.  Mega with another.  Still no reaction.  Thunderwolf counters with his own.  WHOO!  Drake bites his lip.  Thunderwolk lifts up Mega and connects with a suplex of his own.  Quickly up to the top ropes looking to drop an elbow on Mega...]

Dan Timberland:  Thunderwolf up to the top rope.. he jumps up looking to land an elbow on Don Mega - NO!  He rolled out of the way!

[Mega's second magic trick of the evening was fooling him... but Thunderwolf was able to roll through his connection to the mat.  And greet Mega with yet another standing side kick that takes him to the floor...]

Ransom:  Is it illegal in Europe to plagiarize?

[Thunderwolf to the top rope... Phoenix splash connects on the fallen Mega.  You don't know how much Shawn Twilight wants to come in and break the count.  Dick Swifkicky motions over for the cover...]

Dan Timberland:  He calls that the... I forget I lost my notes, there were too many of them... but it was definitely a high impact maneuver and I don't think Don Mega can get up after that...

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*DING, DING*

Dan Timberland:  And it is enough, as Thunderwolf wins a fall from grace match here and defends his AOWF Intercontinental Championship.  Mega looks frustrated, Twilight doesn't look happy with him.  Thunderwolf looking for a mic before he's announced the official winner...

[Thunderwolf motions for someone to throw in a chair for him and Blaze to sit on.  Twilight's the only one on the outside available to do it... and there's not a chance in hell.]

Thunderwolf: "Where do I start? Where do I end? I suppose I could start off with some words spoken by one, Shawn Twilight, a few years back. [looking over at Blaze] This is just the beginning of forever, baby - just the beginning.' 

Thunderwolf:  Hearing that, in the literal sense, means there's no beginning, no end, that this is forever. I know, state the obvious, but truly think about it. This is the end of an era, this is an end of the world I've come to know. The world of the AOWF community. It's hard to swallow the fact that the next time I step into a wrestling ring, it will have no association what-so-ever with the Alliance of Wrestling Federations, and to be truthful it brings a tear to my eye.

Thunderwolf: It's funny, I remember just last year I was embarrassed and ridiculed by the Charms for an incident that should've never taken place. A bit of stupidity and immaturity on my behalf, but what can I say - at heart I'm still a child in this business. I've got a long and prosperous career in front of me. It troubles me to know that there are some people here that I may never see again.

[If you could hear a Charm's set of eyes roll, you just would have.] 

Thunderwolf:  Let me name a few familiar faces, and throw out a few thank yous here and there, hopefully I won't take up too much time on Charm television.

Blaze: I'm sure they won't mind, honey.

["LEAVE THE FUCKING STAGE" - Drake once again being as eloquent as possible as he sits alone in the second row behind them.  Thunderwolf chooses to ignore the heckling.]

Thunderwolf: First, and this will sound kind of hypocritical of me down the road considering Joshua Roe and I are employed by the same promotion, but I wanna send a tremendous thank you out to the Charms. Let's face it, the Jeffery Drake - Showtime - Thunderwolf match not only sky rocketed ratings, but it also sky rocketed my career. Facing the facts, I could've beaten Jeffery Drake on that night. On the same note, he could've beaten me. In an odd twist of irony - neither of us won against the other. It ended in Jeff getting a pin over Mister Ambrose. I like thinking back on that match - 'what if'. What if Thunderwolf would have beaten Jeffery Drake? Where would our company be right now? What if Jeffery Drake pinned Thunderwolf, would my career be over?

[Ransom whispers under the commentary.]

Ransom:  How about the eight times he's lost to Roe?

Thunderwolf:  Somethings are best left unsaid, unanswered I suppose. But Jeffery, I want to thank you for the memories at AOWF three, despite the words that were exchanged between us and will someday in the future continue to be expressed by us - I still respect you. I respect you in the truest form of respect. You didn't sell out, you came in, you did what you wanted to do. You gave me hope - which lead me to my first AOWF Intercontinental reign less than a year later.

Blaze: How about the family?

[Ransom again, but louder.]

Ransom:  Leave already, no one cares.

Thunderwolf: It's really odd that I say the word respect in a sentence about the Charms, and turn back around and use it to describe the Masters. Usually it's one way or another, you're pro Charms, or you're pro Masters. Of course, I am at heart a Master now. I had the honor of working under the late, great Styx and I openly thank you for giving me that opportunity. Frost, who someday after she gets her head on her shoulders right will turn out to be a great woman. There's Gabrielle, whose tender heart seemed to befriend myself and my wife at one point. Truth be told - I love her. Not the way Joshua does. Not the way that Brutal does. But...

Ransom:  Late, great Styx?  Styx died?

Thunderwolf:  As a friend. A sister. I'm sure Misty feels the same way.

Blaze: Yes...Yes I do.

Thunderwolf: And anytime that she needs help, without fear of repercussion of a backstabbing she knows where to turn. There's Kyle and Christopher, two great workers I had the pleasure of working side by side with for a short period of time. And of course as previously mentioned Styx - the true father to this equation. Love him or hate him, he was a tremendous part of this business.

[Drake throws his watch into the ring, they don't notice.]

Thunderwolf:  As for Angelus. He was never a part of the family. My family. Our family. He was out for himself and no one else from day one, and he will continue to be. He'll throw away his Manic Depressive Tragic Prince act as far as it will get him, and he'll continue down the path he's heading until finally one day he ends up cold, alone, and hopefully laid out in a gutter somewhere. I mean can I say it one last time for good measures?"

Thunderwolf:  Scuzzy fucking bitches. Oh - and by the way to anyone interested, that right knee? Try banging it in between a few chairs, I promise he'll be side-lined for months. Don't believe me? May of two-thousand one. Buy the tape. See where it will get you. Everyone wants me to get my 'revenge' on him, when quite frankly there's nothing to avenge. He turned his back on me, everyone hates him, and there's no point in anyone lowering themselves into facing such a motherfucking whore.

Ransom:  I know it's Pay-Per-View, but seriously, enough with the fucking swearing, he can't pull it off.

Thunderwolf:  Moving right along, I'd like to thank the Morans. The Spider. Cliff Young. Lex Demise. Joe Boxer. Destroyer X...okay...just go back a couple years and that will be worth mentioning. All the wrestlers that got me started in this industry, I thank you.  Kevin Merrix. Tommy Riley. Jack Irons. Matthew Attict - to a much lesser extent. The lines of respect are there.

Thunderwolf:  Darren Ridel. Who if you look back on, has been in just about every promotion I've ever signed with since day one. Maybe there's something underlying there that you all are missing. Maybe not. Rest in Peace Jessica.  Matt Engel. Marcus Collins. 

Dan Timberland:  Collins is now a product of the LWF.

Thunderwolf:  My brother Ryan McCade. My protege Gabriel Cannon... and to my one, huge fan out there...Dead Air Dave. When you finally get your facts straight, I'll be ready to talk.

Blaze: We thank all of you. For your time. For the memories. For the betterment of this sport.

Thunderwolf: I'm not quite done yet.

[One hundred percent of the crowd groins.]

Thunderwolf: I want to thank you, Misty. For standing by me through thick and thin. You're my guiding light in this life, my soul-mate, and my motivation for waking up in the morning. One last thanks goes out to all of you. The fans. I'd by lying if I said you were the top reason I was in this sport, but trust me, you rank pretty high up there.  We love you all. This is the end of forever. Goodnight. And farewell.... Just for further reference, if any of you dare cross my path...you'll still hear the cry, and you'll still fear it.  Goodnight all.

[They leave.  Drake asks for a respirator.]

Ransom:  They couldn't have cut that promo anywhere else?  And how is this the end of forever?  Isn't the most overused line in the business?  And who really cares about him?  Why should he deserve interview time on a special card like this?  Why-

Dan Timberland:  Let's take a small break to work out these questions...

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[Joel's in the ring again, and he's ready to go.]

Joel Cronus:  Our next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the LWF Intercontinental Championship.  Introducing first, our special guest referee-

Dan Timberland:  You have to be kidding me.

Joel Cronus:  Shawn TWILIGHT!

[Twilight has already popped out of his seat... he rolls under the bottom rope and soaks in the applause from the Jeffery Drake.  Somehow Drake found a popcorn vendor... or maybe he bought his own pre-cooked.]

Joel Cronus:  First, formerly from Patterson, new Jersey.  Now hailing from Boston, Massachusetts... BRANDON NOVA!

[Nova comes down to ringside to Nirvana's "Pennyroyal Tea."  He doesn't seem to mind that there's be as much fanfare at this event as there would be in a parking lot.  Cronus continues...]

Joel Cronus:  And his opponent and -

[Twilight grabs the microphone.]

Shawn Twilight:  And NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE LWF INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP... RAY STANFORD!

Dan Timberland:  Well they both are... that's kind of the point of the match...

["God Save the Queen", the British National Anthem plays over the PA.  Red, white, and blue lights fly over the crowd... Ray is wearing a shirt that read "I've been to France and I've got the shirt to prove it."  Though the word France is crossed out with duct tape and replaced with 'Hell'.  Twilight holds the ropes open for him as he enters.]

*DING, DING*

Dan Timberland:  I got a feeling that Nova doesn't have a chance in hell...

Ransom: If Thunderwolf can find something out of nowhere to ramble on about for hours and hours at a time, there's a chance for anything.

Dan Timberland:  This is Stanford's second match of the evening... Twilight making sure there's no sweep against his selected guy tonight?

Ransom:  No.

Dan Timberland:  Then why's he up there?

Ransom:  I don't know.  Stay in shape?  You tell me.

Dan Timberland:  You tell me?  That's the weakest rebuttal I've ever heard.

[Nova grabs a headlock to start... Stanford pushes out of it.  The two tie up again, and this time Ray comes out of it with a headlock.  But he wins out this time by taking Brandon Nova to the mat by wrenching back on his neck.  Twilight with a round of applause.]

Dan Timberland:  Shawn isn't worried for a second that mis-treating other guys on his roster, like Nova might lead to a walk-out of his talent?

Ransom:  He pays well.

Dan Timberland:  Wouldn't this entire event be considered a financial disaster?

Ransom:  Then he'll take a load, stop badgering me already.  Shawn is the referee, big whoop.

[Brandon Nova up quickly and now they exchange wristlocks.  Nova is a little bit slower with his version, more deliberate.  Stanford trying for a second wrench, but Brandon knocks him down with a shoulder block.  Pulls him up and whips him into the ropes, on the return he hip tosses him to the mat.  Nova with a couple snap leg drops and considers a cover, but stands back on his feet.  Stanford sweeps out his feet from under him.]

Dan Timberland:  Quick batch of exchanges there from both men.

[Both men to their feet and Stanford pounds him into the corner.  Nova is up against the turnbuckle, Ray abandoning his technical abilities and swings wildly at him, but Brandon ducks and tackles out.  Using leverage he arranges a pinning predicament.]

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Ransom:  Not enough this time.

Dan Timberland:  Slow count.

[It was, but it wouldn't have mattered anyways.  Stanford throws him off.  They slug it out, and Ray ends their stalemate of blows with the standard thumb to the eyes.  Twilight forgets to mention it.  Nova reels back, but Ray catches him before he goes to far and delivers a back breaker.  Stanford leaves him in the ring and goes to the second rope looking for a splash. Up he goes, and down he comes, but doesn't connect.  Stanford is holding his knee... Nova pulls him up only to send him back down with a side Russian legsweep.  Ray is now a little out of it, Nova runs and bounces off the ropes and hits him with a running bulldog.]

Dan Timberland:  Brandon Nova is taking control of this match... Stanford's earlier bout with the Virus may be having an adverse effect on him...

[Stanford tries to shake off some cobwebs and hammers away on Nova on the ropes.  Brandon fights back, and now the two of them are just going at it the middle ring like a couple of heavyweight boxers.  Stanford ends their tiff with a strong forearm.]

Dan Timberland:  Stanford following that blow with a Fisherman's-

Ransom:  Hero's Suplex.

Dan Timberland:  Whatever... thumbs up, a bridge!

[Twilight slides down to make a count...]

[And never does.]

Dan Timberland:  What?

[Stanford drops the hold and says something to Twilight, who doesn't reply.  Nova takes advantage and connects with a reverse DDT.  Now he covers with a leg up on the ropes.]

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*DING, DING*

Dan Timberland:  Twilight turned on Stanford?

Ransom:  Twilight wanted some community gold in the LWF, Stanford missed his opportunity.

Dan Timberland:  Twilight bails out of the ring here by us, and is having security help Stanford to the back.  Shawn picking up the LWF Intercontinental Title, and handing it Brandon Nova.

[Nova holds the belt over his head towards the television camera.]

Joel Cronus:  Ladies and gentlemen, your first Liberty Wrestling Federation Intercontinental Champion, BRANDON NOVA!

[Twilight shakes his hand.  Nova exits stage right, Twilight to the left, Joel remains in the ring ready to go with his next call...]

Joel Cronus:  Our next match is under a retirement stipulation.  Introducing first a former champion... AARON FAITH, the MAIN EVENT!

[Smashmouth is our next band with their "Allstar."  The most hated song in both North America and Europe.  It serves a point.  Faith comes to the ring dress in full wrestling gear.  Joel continues...]

Joel Cronus:  And his opponent-

[Jack Irons doesn't wait for his entrance, or his music.  He's had to keep waiting his entire life for things out of his control, now that he's where he is, he's going to make the most out of every opportunity.  Irons with a gutshot.]

*DING, DING*

Dan Timberland:  This stands to be quite a match, shame that no one other than our handful will see it live...

Ransom:  It's like Shawn said, this is about wrestling, nothing more.  These people have their careers on the line.

[Irons with a takedown to start, but Faith grabs his arm down with him and bring Jack to the mat.  Irons showing some technical prowess crossed through to the legbar.  Then he releases the hold and both men get to their feet.  If there was a crowd, they'd like what they just saw.]

Dan Timberland:  It has been awhile since we've seen Irons in the ring - but he is showing that he's been training.

Ransom:  It's shamed that may not do any good.

[The two lock up and Irons finds it in him to overpower and attempt a wrist lock... Faith rings through it to his own, but Irons with a judo throw that takes Aaron to canvas.  Irons applies a short-arm scissors, but Faith is quick to tangle himself up into the ropes.  Dick Swifkicky has Irons let go as the Main Event is in the ropes.  Irons doesn't waste the opportunity and goes back work on Faith's knee.  Aaron tries to get out of it with a kick with the opposing leg but that backfires as Jack rolls him through into a kneebar.]

Dan Timberland:  Both men look impressive, Jack concentrating his course of action on that right knee of Faith's.  The Main Event is not about to submit from this move, but it may slow him down later in the match up.

[Faith trying to reverse the hold, clutching around, finds Irons neck and brings him to the mat, shoulders and all...]

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[No three, but Irons lets go of the hold.  The two trade a couple chops, but Faith ends it with an elbow and then wraps around him from behind with a German suplex.  Jack Irons is folded up, but Faith chooses to not go for the cover.]

Ransom:  He still has a tag from the morgue on him.

Dan Timberland:  I'm sure everyone is getting tired of the Machine, death jokes.

Ransom:  I'm not.

Dan Timberland:  Well hurry.

[Faith looking for a powerbomb as he lifts up Irons, but Jack with a couple shots to the face as he's lifted above.  Faith drops his grasp, Irons floats behind him and wraps him up with his own German suplex.  He bridges though, the crowd, Drake, gasps.]

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[Not enough.]

Dan Timberland:  Every pinfall could be it, we'll see who will give in first.

[Faith a little upset about that reversal, he goes with a different variation on the suplex, a vertical one.  He delays it for a bit, and puts his entire body force into bring him down hard.  He goes for a cover but only gets a one count before he pulls his head back up.]

Ransom:  He liked that suplex so much, he's going for another one...

[Irons escapes the suplex attempt though, but Faith takes him back down quickly with a drop toe hold.  Then the Main Event drops a couple elbows on to his back.  He sits after his third, and couples over into a chin lock.  Irons reaching for the ropes...]

Ransom:  He just tapped!

Dan Timberland:  He was clearly reaching for the ropes, his hand just fell in the attempt... does this mean you're rooting for Faith in this match?

Ransom:  I'm going for the quickly possible ending to get a Charm on this card...

Dan Timberland:  Some say that's all our cards ever are...

[Irons makes the ropes... and then slaps Faith in disgust.  Now going back to that knee he worked on earlier, but Faith chops back and Irons slumps down into the corner.  A couple kicks, a couple knees... Faith jogs back, and drive a knee hard into his head.  Irons slumps down into the corner on his back.  Irons uses the top ropes to push himself downward and connects with a splash on Faith.  He stays on top.]

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Dan Timberland:  Close.

[There's no way Irons is going to be erased like that.  But Aaron Faith takes advantage of his situation and drags him up and throws him back into the corner.  Pulling him up now, Faith looking for a superplex... he lifts up...]

Dan Timberland:  Jack Irons counters with a top rope DDT!  A cover!

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Dan Timberland:  NO!  Just in time... 

[Faith is out... Irons gets him back up and is looking for another bridging German... Irons lifts up, but can't get him over.  He tries again, still no luck.  A third time, he does connect, but he can't hold for the pin.]

Dan Timberland:  Both men down now, Faith actually the first to get back up... if Irons could have found a way to hold onto that suplex, he would have had him.

[Faith floats an arm over Irons body... what irony it would be if Jack lost his career for trying too hard to complete a move.]

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Dan Timberland:  NO!

[Irons rustling now, and both men get to their feet.  Jack with a punch.  Aaron with a punch, neither feel it.  Aaron Faith with a second wind though, catches Irons with a knee to the midsection.  Irons slumps over, Faith with a jumping DDT of his own.  He hooks the leg and presses down.]

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[It's enough.]

*DING, DING*

Dan Timberland:  Faith did it!  He pulled off the victory and maintained his career... 

[Irons rolls out.  Drake offers to shake his hand, he doesn't see it.  He probably wouldn't regardless.  Faith stands tall with his arm raised.  He's not very welcome in there, Twilight shooting him a glare from the other side of the ropes.  Faith eventually makes his exit.]

 [Joel into the ring...]

Joel Cronus:  Our next match up is under standard Fall From Grace stipulations, the loser is to retire.  First, the AJWF World Heavyweight Champion... FROST!

[She's not happy.  She never signed to a match like this, some consider it a given that a Charm has their career on the line in this event, but she was specifically told her's wouldn't be.]

Dan Timberland:  Welcome to the world of Shawn Twilight - where you never know what you're truly getting into.

Ransom: Yeah... 

Joel Cronus:  And her opponent... from Chicago, Illinois - TWENTY-ONE!

["Where is my Mind?" by the Pixies plays.  Roe isn't used to being introduced as being from there.  The bell rings before he even gets on the apron.]

*DING, DING*

Dan Timberland:  Something is definitely up.

[Frost wastes no time, throws her belt aside and dropkicks Roe's knee.  Roe doesn't falter and used that knee to connect under her chin and then slaps away.  She changes the pace and attempts an arm drag, the two counter out and criss-cross the ring.  Frost ends it with a diving forearm.]

Dan Timberland:  Frost with the first advantage here.  Jeffery Drake is up to his feet, with his arms folded, leaning up against the guardrail.

[Roe back to his feet... lurches at her, but Roberts backs away.  She comes back with a swing of her own, but Twenty-One catches her with a roundhouse he quickly buckles under hits a crucifix suplex.  Swifkicky counts.]

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[Dick's upset he had to go to the trouble of even making a count.  Frost clutching her neck, Roe lunges at her again, and is taken down with a dodge and a clipping from behind.  Roe on his knees, Roberts with a dropkick to the back of the head.]

Ransom:  Quite a situation he was in there... 

Dan Timberland:  Frost lifting the man up there - and a brainbuster... Twilight doesn't look happy on the way this match is going.  Drake just as featureless on the outside, he's hopped the guardrail.  He better not plan on interfering!

Ransom:  He wont, regardless of how close Roe comes to losing.

[Frost courting over him... Roe with an attempted comeback, but Frost slugs him and then knocks him down with a lariat.  She goes for a suplex, but Roe takes he opportunity to lift her up and drop her down with a Michinoku Driver.  He covers now.]

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[Not good enough.  It never is.]

Dan Timberland:  After losing to her before, who knows what's going into Roe's mind now that his career is suddenly on the line here... 

Ransom:  He knew going into it, rules for this event aren't going to change for him just because he hasn't lived up to all his praises.

[Angelica Roberts to her feet... she lands another shot to the back of Roe's head.  Now aiming for a round house but Joshua takes a step back and grabs her leg.  Doesn't slow her down at all and she attempts an enzuigiri and connects.  Roe folds down.]

Dan Timberland:  That shot echoed in the halls of this gym... This match will also have the winner heading into the AJWF's next pay-per-view as the world champion.

[Frost to the top rope and lands on him with a splash.  She doesn't cover as Roe rolls to the outside to try and regain some composure.  Drake has some words for him, but Frost drops over the apron and lands flat on both of them.  Swifkicky not making any sort of a count.]

Ransom:  That's uncalled for!

[Roberts throws Roe back into the ring and throws an arm over him.]

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[Not enough.  Roe still hurt though, Drake uses the ringsteps to get up on the apron... Frost with some words for him, Roe takes the chance to connect with a reverse DDT.  He chooses not to cover but to go to the top himself.  A little off-balance he sways up, looking for a swan dive... up, and he falls.]

[And doesn't connect.]

Dan Timberland:  He's fallen flat and isn't moving...

[Frost scampers over and hooks a leg in a wink.]

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*DING, DING*

Dan Timberland:  And that's that?  Guess that shows how deadly that suicide swan dive really is... and Frost retains her AJWF World Championship... and Roe... Roe is...

Ransom:  Fallen.

[Drake enters the ring, pushing Frost out of it... he helps Roe to his feet.]

Dan Timberland:  This has to be rather disappointing... Roe now with two losses at a Fall From Grace, and there wont be a third.  Guess all that talk about no build up meant something... 

[Drake shuts up his filler talk and knocks the crap out of Roe.  Twilight tosses him his chair and he goes to work.  The shots echo, they have no choice but to do so.  Jeffery Drake with a microphone, Twilight finds another chair under the ring, sets it up and sits back down.]

Jeffery Drake:  You're a disappointment.  Go find Tybalt, give him a hug... 

[He rolls him out of the ring with his foot.]

Jeffery Drake:  And instead of concentrating on him... I'll concentrate on the future.  Me.  I said I'd end this community, and I did when I left a year ago.  The trickles of blood that remained just finally drained out tonight, that's no matter.  I'm here to say, that minus any financial trials or egos that have been calling me out as of late... they're no worries.  None at all.  You have a questions about the AOWF's future.  No worries.  The LWF?  No worries.  This card's attendance?  Well, Shawn should be worrying about that.  Thunderwolf?  No worries.  Merrix?  No worries.  Angel?  No worries.  None at all.  I'm going to exit stage left, not ruin the evening like others who rambled on for an hour on the microphone... 

[And he does so, but he doesn't take his seat back in the audience... he goes down the aisle, trips up Roe on his way to the back as well... Joel goes back into the ring, Twilight has a smile on his face.]

Joel Cronus:  Okay - I guess our next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the AOWF World CHAMPIONSHIP... first from Marina Del Rey, California... SHOWTIME!

[He comes to the ring to "You Know You're Right" by Nirvana.  He doesn't seem thrilled that's there no one in attendance tonight.  Due to some firework regulations, his entrance isn't as grand as he wanted.  He climbs through the middle ropes and stretches in the corner waiting for the champion.]

Ransom:  You know he's a former PWA Japanese Champion.

Dan Timberland:  That's impressive.

Ransom:  I do my homework.

Joel Cronus:  And his opponent... he is the reigning AOWF World Champion, coming to the ring alone - ANGEL!

["Zerospace" by the Kidneythieves plays as Angel walks slowly out.  He's slightly amused by the lack of a crowd, or one would guess he is.  There's no hoop-la to his entrance either... he throws the belt to the corner which Joel goes and picks up... we have a bell.]

*DING, DING*

Dan Timberland:  And this is it... our co-main event for the AOWF World Championship.  Angel has had a grip on that title for quite some time... even over a quick stint in our neck of the woods in the LWF before he jumped ship after Twilight fired Cicatriz.

[Angel charging in, Showtime with a boot to start things off.  Angel doesn't flop thought and tackles away at the other leg, wrapping him to the canvas with him.  Showtime positions himself into the ropes and Angelus lets go.  Showtime hooking around his leg and connects with a pump handle suplex.  The Hollywood Dragon looking for an inside springboard splash, but the champion rolls out of the way before he lands.]

Dan Timberland:  Angel got that belt by relying on his speed... one would wonder if Showtime has spent his time studying on how he can take advantage of his own speed and countering Angel's awkward wrestling manner wherever possible.

Ransom:  That's just the point though, it's not a style... you can counter nothing.

Dan Timberland:  I was just making a point.

Ransom:  You were just spitting clichés, stop it already.

[Angel whips Ambrose to the corner and charges in with a back elbow.  Showtime falls from it, so Angelus drops the same elbow to the back of his head... and another.  The Dragon reeling a little but fights back with a double axehandle chop.  He picks up Angel and body slams him.  He considers a cover but doesn't go for it.]

Dan Timberland:  I think Showtime needs to take every opportunity he can to get a pinfall over Angel even this early in the match up.

[Angel sweeps out his feet from him... kips up to his feet, bounces off the ropes...]

Dan Timberland:  Starshine Moonsault with a cartwheel... just like that Angel looks to have control again... and he's taking the chance to cover.

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Dan Timberland:  No, he kicks out.  But he sent a quick message to Ambrose that it doesn't take much time at all to get that bell to ring again and to walk out with his title.

[Showtime with a sweep attempt of his own, but Angel jumps over it.  Another sweep, they'd be shooting double dutch if this were a tag match.  Its not.  Showtime fakes a third attempt and with a European Uppercut knocks Angelus down.]

Dan Timberland:  Third time's a charm.

Ransom:  Shut up.

[Showtime with a double stomp to his chest.  And he motions a finger to Twilight.]

Dan Timberland:  Neither competitor has had nice words for anyone promoting the card this week... rumor was that this match was almost cancelled.

Ransom:  Some would say the entire card should have been.

[Showtime lifts up Angelus looking for a vertical suplex... and connects.  Still keeping the hook on, Showtime lifts him up again... but Angel trickles down his back and clips out his knee from behind.  There's been an awful lot to that tonight.  Angel holds onto that leg and sits down into a single leg crab in the middle of the ring.]

Dan Timberland:  Dick Swifkicky checking on Showtime, he's shaking his head 'No'...

[Angelus got what he wanted out of the hold and let go.  Showtime still on the mat, but Angel slaps him in the back of the head, taunting to him to get to his feet... He obliges, Angel bounces off the opposite ropes, handspring, into a 'rana position on Showtime, who catches him there and lifts him up into a jumping powerbomb.]

Ransom:  Oh my rod, I didn't see that coming...

Dan Timberland:  I don't think he was so much either, he's sitting with it into the pinning perdicament...

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Dan Timberland:  NO!

[Showtime gets to his feet, climbs to the second rope and hits a legdrop.  Angel rolls to the outside.  Showtime looking for a plancha to greet him, but Angel is too quick to scamper back into the opposing corner.  Showtime gets back in but Angel with a dropkick.]

Dan Timberland:  Little cat-n-mouse going the champs way there...

[Angel taking advantage and connects with a Tiger Driver... a cover.]

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Ransom:  One would hope that would have been it.

Dan Timberland:  I like this match so far...

Ransom:  You would...

Dan Timberland:  Yeah, that's the point.

[Showtime cradles him up with a second wind that stays on the mat.  Angel reverses it and then lets go.  Picks up Ambrose and throws him into the corner again... he's going up top... and connects with a blockbuster.  Showtime is laid out... but somehow staggers to his feet... Angelus off the ropes, vaults him looking for a sunset flip.  Pinning combination, Showtimes powers up hooking the arms to a bridge, Angelus floats over the hold with his head in a bulldog position.  Looking to creep up the ropes for a tornado DDT, but Ambrose flushes him out and pushes him off.  Angelus lands on his feet and superkicks him.]

Dan Timberland:  There was a message behind that, a lot of angst... he covers...

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[No way.  Showtime with a rake of the face... gets back to his feet. Angel swings at him and misses, Ambrose checks in under the arm and looks for a Soviet Suplex.  Angel with an elbow to the back of the head to get him to relinquish the hold.]

Dan Timberland:  A lot of quick action here...

Ransom:  Not enough, let's go people... I wanna get back to Southern Cally.

[And he may just get his chance... taking the cue escaping from the hold he takes grasp of Showtime's head, finds the corner and bolts him to the mat with two screws in the form of an Angelwhip DDT.]

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Dan Timberland:  NO!?!

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*DING, DING*

Ransom:  Yes.

Dan Timberland:  Took Swifkicky awhile to drop that third time... And Angel... Angel's already leaving?

[He just grabs and the belt and goes, he did his business...]

Joel Cronus:  Your winner, and still AOWF World Champion - ANGEL!

[Joel's words echo like everything else tonight.  Showtime catching his wits rolls out under the bottom rope as well...]

Dan Timberland:  Well we're headed to our main event...    

[We fade back into our empty arena...no excuse me...gymnasium dolled up to look somewhat like a professional wrestling arena, and are greeted once again by silence. It's an eerie reminder of how far we've come and where we're heading. At the ringside announcers table of course we find Dan, Ransom, and a little further away from the table...Shawn Twilight. At the rings center, Joel Cronus and Dick Swifkicky, and that's it. Five-bodies in a lonely arena.]

Ransom: Do we really need to feed out for a soundtrack shot?

[In an empty arena you can hear a pin drop...Twilight turns his head slightly to regard Ransom with a critical gaze. Ransom, pretends not to notice.]

Dan Timberland: Ah-huh, right, and for those of you at home who have been paying attention you'll have noticed that we're finally here at the main event for Fall From Grace 7: Full Collapse. And so far I'd say it hasn't been a bad night.

Ransom: You go ahead and say that.

Dan Timberland: I will.

Ransom: Fine.

Dan Timberland: Baby...alright then I guess we'll just get right to it then. Anyone who matters knows the story between these two. Know how far back it goes. Know that this is the final match for the AOWF Community, and blah, blah, blah...We're going to send it up to Joel now.

[The camera view switches over to the center of the ring to find the ever professional, Joel Cronus. Though in this environment tonight it's hard to be so. He raises the mic as the lights dim and Nick backs away to a turnbuckle.]

Joel Cronus: This next match is the main event and is for the AOWF Television Title. There will be no time limit, and no count out...there must be a winner. Coming to the ring first...

["Naked Sunday" by STP kicks in, and the crowd goes nuts...no scratch that...the music just echoes through the gymnasium, but at least it's something.]

Joel Cronus: ...from New York, New York, standing at six-feet six-inches, and weighing in at 280-pounds! Making his fourth appearance at a Fall From Grace event...KEVIN MERRIX!!

[Kevin Merrix, pushes out through the curtains, and something just seems wrong. He's still the same, his ring gear is still the same, but the absence of a fan base seems to take away from his mystique. It's possible Merrix doesn't even notice though as he starts down to ringside...he and Twilight easily finding each others gaze in the emptiness.]

Ransom: And here comes Drown version 2.0 now.

Dan Timberland: What do ya mean by that?

Ransom: I'm not going to dignify that with a reply.

Dan Timberland: What?

[Merrix, hits ringside and moving towards the steps comes dangerously close to Twilight, who doesn't do much more then stare at him. Finally up the steps and in the ring, Merrix peels off his shirt and tosses it over the ropes...his music fades, Swifkicky checks him, and he waits.]

Joel Cronus: And his opponent...the champion...

["You Know Your Right" by Nirvana blares across the pa-system for the second straight match...the overall effect is lacking in the emptiness as Joel continues.]

Joel Cronus: ...from Boston, Massachusetts, standing at six-feet even, and weighing in at 234-pounds! Tonight marks his third appearance at a Fall From Grace event. The AOWF Television Champion...TOMMY RILEY!

[Riley, comes charging out from behind the curtain...no leather jacket, no cocky poses, he's all business tonight. Upon his shoulder rides the AOWF TV title...it's straps bouncing around.]

Dan Timberland: Looks like Riley couldn't wait to get out here!

Ransom: Some people are into the whole humiliation thing.

Dan Timberland: Are you saying Merrix will win?

Ransom: Who?

Dan Timberland: You.

Ransom: Who?

Dan Timberland: Yo-... forget it.

[His music has already started to fade as Tommy slides into the ring, and quickly rolls up to his feet. The bell hasn't even sounded yet, and already Merrix storms across the ring with a lariat that sends Riley spinning head over heels...the AOWF TV title goes sliding across the canvas and out of the ring...]

Ransom: Ouch.

*DING, DING*

[Though visually impressive the lariat wasn't enough, this early in a match, to keep Tommy down for any prolonged period of time as he quickly rolls back up to his feet just in time to avoid a leg drop.]

Ransom: I thought that move was banned from professional wrestling?

Dan Timberland: Why would they?

Ransom: There's a certain lameness factor to it. Riley, with a rack to the face! There we go!

[Merrix, grabs at his face as Riley drills him in the back with a starchy kick...leaving Merrix to also grab at his back. Again, over and over, Riley drops boot after boot in Merrix's lower back. The Technician already going to work. Feeling somewhat satisfied with his work on the lower back Riley grabs Merrix by his hair and starts to pull him up to his feet.]

Dan Timberland: Hey now! Merrix, slides Riley into a fireman's carry and dumps him on his head! But he's paying for that already as he grabs at his lower back.

Ransom: Yeah, most people tend to forget how much damage a kick can actually do.

Dan Timberland: No, they haven't.

Ransom: Sure they do...the fans expect too much nowadays. Believe you shouldn't be hurting until 80-billion hours into the match.

Dan Timberland: Your in that other place right now aren't you?

Ransom: Yes...yes I am.

[Together Riley and Merrix start to climb to their feet...Riley, strikes out with a punch that Merrix manages to block and fires back with a kick right into Tommy's mid-section. Merrix, follows it up with a chop to the chest, and another, and another, and Riley ducks the last one...floats up behind him and hits Merrix from behind with a drop kick that send the Irony of Justice tumbling out of the ring.]

Dan Timberland: Classic case of David versus Goliath here as already Tommy is using his speed as he tries to keep Merrix off balanced.

Ransom: Yeah, he's tried that same thing in the past.

Dan Timberland: He won in the past.

Ransom: Just go make love tot he guy why don't you?

Dan Timberland: What? I was just stating a fact.

[Tommy, isn't overly quick to follow Merrix out of the ring as he takes a moment to regain his senses after the small assault he suffered from Merrix. Finally he rolls out of the ring, and drives a knee into a kneeling Merrix's face. That quickly sends Kevin back down to the ground, and one might notice the lack of a ten-count as Swifkicky just urges them to get back in the ring.]

Ransom: Let the kids play, Nick!

[Tommy, is relentless in his attack as he pulls Merrix to his feet and whips him into the steel steps. Merrix, and the steps go tumbling over...Merrix finally coming to rest at Twilight's feet.]

Dan Timberland: Oh, well this could get interesting.

Ransom: I don't know why we just don't cease with the dramatics and let those two go at it again. 

Dan Timberland: Because he's been retired.

Ransom: Nonsense. 

[Unaware of where he is Merrix grabs on to one of Twilight's legs and uses it to pull himself up...it's only when he's on his knees and face to face with Shawn that he realizes where he is, Shawn smiles, and then Merrix turns too late to avoid a chair shot that catches him in the side of the face with a loud pop.]

Dan Timberland: Riley, never one afraid to use everything at his disposal so long as it's not overly breaking the rules.

Ransom: Explain the leather jacket then.

Dan Timberland: Those are fashion issues that I won't get into.

[Riley, raises the chair again for another strike, but as he brings it down Merrix sends up a foot...catching the chair and firing it right back into Riley's face. Riley, stumbles back a bit...drops his chair, and then falls to his behind with a glossed over look to his face. Merrix, fights to his feet...his footing unsteady.]

Ransom: I wonder what the crowd reaction would be right now?

Dan Timberland: Well people do love chair shots.

Ransom: That is true.

[Moving steadily towards a quickly recovering Riley, Merrix tags him with a quick boot to the face that sends the back of Tommy's head ricocheting off the concrete. Merrix, waste a moment to shake his head and clear out a few more cobwebs before finally grabbing Riley up by the scuff of the neck...]

Dan Timberland: Ah, looks like this one is finally going to get back into the ri-

Ransom: DDT! Right onto the concrete! That's what I like to see!

[Riley's forehead bust open on contact as Merrix remains in his spot...still looking somewhat unfocused and lost. Reacting more then he is planning. Once again with a great effort he pushes up to his feet, and pulls Riley up behind him. This time they finally do go into the ring.]

Dan Timberland: Looks like Merrix is finally going to try and put this one away.

Ransom: Ya know...these two wrestle like rocks. All stiff and text booky...give me Drake any day. Springboard Juji Gatame...gotta love it.

Dan Timberland: I...forget it.

[Back inside the ring Merrix takes a knee for a moment before finally pushing up to his feet, grabbing Riley, and slamming him to the mat with a tilt-o-whirl slam. Merrix, makes the first cover of the match...]

1

2

Dan Timberland:  NO! Not going to happen just yet as Riley kicks out very forcible.

Ransom: Dick, needs to learn how to count faster. I want to go home already.

[Not showing frustration Merrix once again pulls Riley to his feet and ships him into the turnbuckle. Riley, hits hard on his back and sticks as Merrix rushes in.]

Ransom: This is a mistake.

[Merrix, is greeted by a boot to the face as he goes staggering backwards. Riley, hops up on the second turnbuckle and comes flying off with a precision elbow that drops Merrix to his back. Riley throws an arm over him...]

Dan Timberland: 1...

2...

And Kevin gets the shoulder up!

Ransom: