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January 6, 2001

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[6:37 pm | The Alfond Sports Arena, Orono Maine]

[The camera fades into the Alfond Sports Arena, where about 2,000 HWF fans are on their feet and singing along with Papa Roach's "Last Resort". As they announce the beginning of Saturday Suicide; the crowd erupts in a chorus of cheers. Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson are at ringside again, instead of being in the ring. Nothing really happens for a moment, until...]

#Fortune fame
#Mirror vain
#Gone insane
#But the memory remains

[As Memory Remains hits the speakers of the The Alfond Sports Arena, the lights begin to flash silver and gold. The reigning HWF champion, Lance Sterling, walks out from the curtains and raises both arms in the air immediatly. He's wearing full ring attire, with the HWF title belted around his waist. Slowly, he walks down the aisle, stopping occasionally to slap a fan's hand or to yell out his trademark battle cry, "I am the greatest!". He climbs up the steps of the ring and stops on the apron, unbuckling the HWF title and raising it in the air. He climbs in the ring and, as the music fades out, grabs a mic]

Lance Sterling: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first HWF show of 2001!

[A huge amount of cheers from the crowd, showing their support of the HWF.]

Lance Sterling: And who better to lead the HWF on to victory than the greatest wrestler of all time, me?!? Now, you people hurt my feelings by choosing...Michael Trey, of all people, as wrestler of the year and only picking me to be second best, but hey, we're on the same side, so why does it matter? After tonight, all of you will call Trey and I the HWF tag team champions of the world!

[Another round of cheers for both Michael and Lance.]

Lance Sterling: Now, Michael's got some problems of his own going on, but since we all know him he'll be here tonight, giving 110% so the two of us can taste tag gold again. You see, the last time Trey held the titles he got screwed royally. I was a big fan of the HWF back then and I'll agree with him there. He was screwed. Now when I held the tag titles, I willingly gave them up, although that did prove to be a bad career move. Of course none of that matters. Right here tonight, history will be made. I guarentee it. When you pit two of the HWF's top teams against the team of the HWF's two most legendary wrestlers, the outcome is gonna be solid gold..and that gold'll come in the form of the tag titles for Trey and me.

[Pop from the crowd.]

Lance Sterling: Teen Angst and the Twisted Circle might be good, but they're nothing when it comes down to real ability. I don't know or care what Teen Angst can do in the ring. And the Circle, if memory serves me right there was a stable a year or so ago called the Twisted Circle. I guess that says it all about Ethan's originality, doesn't it? The man has to steal the name of a group of legends to try and make himself sound good! Talk about pathetic. Tonight Trey and I will show both those wannabes what it takes to be a real HWF legend. What it takes to be a star in this business. What it takes..to be the greatest!

[A HUGE crowd response to his closing words. Sterling climbs to the turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air, again displaying the HWF title. The music hits the PA system again as he climbs out of the ring and makes his way towards the back.]

Tim: We'll be right back... after this!!

[Commercials]

[As we fade in, we hear....]

~ I feel safe...
~ I feel scared...
~ I feel ready...
~ And yet I regret the world is not enough...

[The UNKLE remix of "The World Is Not Enough" begins to play, as the masses of fans get to their feet loudly. Silver lights flicker over the arena, adding to the already eerie vibes. Michael Trey steps out into the entrance wearing street attire: a black pair of jeans, tight white t-shirt under a black leather coat, and backwards black UNC fitted cap, complete with a slick pair of silver Ray-Bans. The music continues as he runs to the ring, slapping the hands of fans on his way. He steps in and leans hard against the ropes, barely standing at all. He pulls a microphone out and kicks things off...]

Michael: Hellllllloooo Orono, Maine!

[Cheap, hometown pop as Trey smiles.]

Michael: I hope everyone had a great holiday season. I know mine went fairly well, as I spoke about in the press conference held right in this town earlier in the week. Between the recognition from the HWF's Year in Review awards and the tag title shot tonight, I was proud to say that I was apart of this federation. But once that had worn off, I realized something was missing.

[The crowd quiets a little.]

Michael: You see, I've spent a large part of my career with someone at my side. Maybe I haven't always had the most talented, the most popular, or the most helpful, but for one reason or another, I've had someone by my side. Whether is was the Extreme Forces, consisting of DRE, Thunder, and Brad Hunter, or Maxx Power, or The Forgotten Souls of Blake, Shrapnel, and Howitzer, or now the Xtreme Alliance... there were people around me, on my side. But what really hit home these past weeks was that there was one person that has been with me since we grew up together in high school. One person that has been literally by my side ever since we reunited several months ago... one person that means more to me than any other within this business.

[The crowd is now somewhat silent, but this speech has even brought a few people to tears.]

Michael: I have been putting all my efforts into finding just who.. WHO would do the unthinkable. Who would take her away from me? Who would take Claire... and then hide for so long.... who would do that? WHO?! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!

[Michael is now screaming, and everyone in the arena is left in shock, dead silence. Michael pulls himself together, realizing that he is now the center of attention without meaning to be.]

Michael: That is why I have decided to call him out. I finally figured it out. Figured out who, of all people, would do this to me. After all this time, his disappearance so long ago, I knew he'd return to haunt me. So... MALICE.... get out here! I KNOW you're watching. I KNOW you did it. GET OUT HERE NO-

[He's cut off... as he lights go out and on the screens, we see some footage. It's a familiar scene from Holy Night: Claire, tied to a chair, and the attacker standing next to her. The attacker brings a voice box to his or her throat, making the speech unrecognizable.]

?Attacker?: Michael... you are WRONG. I am NOT Malice. After hearing enough talk from you old bastards of the HWF, I know enough about Malice that I can tell you the difference. Malice hated. He hated you, he hated Rykopathe, he hated the HWF. What you must realize is that I am not doing this because I hate you Michael. I'm doing this because I want to save you and Claire. Since you refuse the help, I'm only saving her. From you, Michael. From YOU.

[The attacker brushes Claire's face and mouths the words "for you..." and continues to walk to a small boom box, sitting on a table just out of camera range, and clicks it on. At first, there is silence. Michael begins to speak and it is recognizable. It is from his press conference only days ago, but it has been edited.]

Michael [on tape]: Now I guess I just feel the need to update everyone on my personal life a little bit, since the holidays just ended. I hated the fact that // I had Christmas dinner with Claire's family. // her little brother // was annoying, since he was // a little crack-fiend//. Her grandmother was // a good // lay in bed. // The only thing missing was Claire.

?Attacker?: Do you understand how sick and demented Michael is, Claire? He's barely even human.

Michael [on tape]: Well, anyways... // loved it at my HWF New Year's party. We went at it hardcore, like everything else... plenty of // crazy shit //.

?Attacker?: He's not worried about you, Claire. He's off, partying it up.

Michael [on tape]: Of course I did //. You think I // care about Claire?! // I'm going to ignore and forget her.

?Attacker?: He's not just going to forget you, Claire. He's already moved on.

Michael [on tape]: Tempest and I have // had // interest like that. I clearly knew // the moment we met, and that's why I encouraged // her // to come to HWF.

?Attacker?: Hell, did you KNOW that he and Sterling are getting a tag shot this week? He's so wrapped up in that, why would he care about YOU?

Michael [on tape]: All I know is that the // most important things in my life are // those tag belts this Saturday.

[The tape goes silent.]

?Attacker?: Give it up, Claire. He does not give a damn about you. Just about his precious career. About his endorsements. About the next party and the next pay check. He has forgotten you, he has forgotten the fans, and he has forgotten himself.

[Trey is incensed as the scene closes. He throws the microphone to the mat and climbs out of the ring, through the crowd, disappearing.]

[Commercials.]

[Tony Bradshaw and the camera make their way down a hall, and turn in to a locker room. Inside, Tempest hangs from a re-enforced chin-up bar, from rather high up. She's taping up Chris Davison's wrists, who is also present. She tugs lightly on the tape and then smiles as she looks over. Her attire is a shiny, silver holograph bodysuit.]

Tempest: Oh, hi Tony!

[Bradshaw indicates for the camera to stay on her.]

Tony Bradshaw: Well, hi, Tempest, and hello to you too, Chris. I'm here to interview you two, any last thoughts?

[Tempest turned and peered up... or down, at Tony and smiled as she spoke.]

Tempest: Sure! How do ya like my last minute strategy?

Tony Bradshaw: It's interesting to say the least. Oh, congratulations on the engagement, the two of you.

[Tempest's eyes lit up and she smiled at Chris, who smiled back, taking her hand in his.]

Tempest: Thank you.

Chris Davison: Thanks, Tony, we're both pretty happy about it.

Tony Bradshaw: No problem. Now, Tempest, it's pretty debatable on exactly... well... how dangerous you'll be in this match... care to comment?

[Tempest flipped effortlessly form the ceiling and pouted just a bit as she spoke.]

Tempest: Hey! I beat bigger guys than them before. It's like this... they're bigger than me, but that just means they have more mass. They don't have my speed though. If one of them were like a club, then I'd be a bullet. A lot smaller, but a lot deadlier.

[She grinned and winked at her own analogy, and Tony nodded, satisfied.]

Tony Bradshaw: Hmm, very true. Oh, and Chris, this has been on my mind a while, what's your connection to Teen Angst?

Chris Davison: Well, Spike and I ended up respecting each other and then I guess it grew into a friendship. I see myself in him, ten years ago, and I want to help him get out of it.

[Tempest chuckled as she added to the conversation.]

Tempest: And so naturally if he's like Chris awhile back, I find him irresistibly cute.

[She laughed and smirked up at Chris, who smiled.]

Tony Bradshaw: Huh? Cute?

[Tempest laughed.]

Tempest: Yes, cute. He'll probably hate me for saying that.

[She shrugged innocently, as Chris grinned.]

Chris Davison: More than likely, but that's alright, he'll get over it.

[Tony smiled.]

Tony Bradshaw: Alright... well, the match starts soon, so I'd better let you two get ready. Good luck.

Tempest: Thanks Tony!

[Tempest waved lightly into the camera, and the scene faded away as the two prepared.]

[ The lights in the stadium dim as the camera focuses on the HWF-tron. On the massive screen stretches a gigantic brickwall, with nothing more than a low rumbling sound emitting from the PA system. The rumbling gets louder and louder as it becomes clear it's a loud engine on full throttle. The roar reaches its apex has the brickwall explodes, and a large, Ford Duelly Pickup blasts through as the lights flash wildly to the opening riff of "Lakini's Juice". From the entrance jumps Wildcat and Rickey Williams, jawing at each other and the audience. Both men start walking down the rampway, slide into the ring, and mount the nearest two turnbuckles. Wildcat cusses wildly at the fans, while Big Texas pumps his arms in the air. Both men dismount and circle the ring, staring up at the rampway for their next opponents.]

Tim: And, we’re gonna have a good, clean tag team match between The Wrecking Crew and Chris Davison and Tempest.

Jeff: Girls aren’t supposed to wrestle! I don’t know what Tempest is thinking coming in to the HWF, wrestling with all these men. And why does Chris Davison let her do it?

Tim: Would you shut up? It’s their decision. Personally, I think Tempest is a GREAT wrestler, JUST like Chris Davison. And together, they could be a great team. We’ll find out tonight.

Jeff: What next? A female World Champion? What’s this world coming to?

Tim: Ugh...

[The low electronic hum that begins the Lo-Fideltiy All-Stars' "Battle Flag wafts over the arena as the lights go out, but for a few blue strobes, flickering over the crowd in time. As the heavier beat kicks in, the blue spot light scans the entrance, Tempest and Chris Davison show up in the entranceway. The run down to the ring, and slide in as the bell rings.]

Jeff: And here we go. Hopefully this will get interesting... maybe a chair or a table could get involved.

Tim: Oh shut up.

[Tempest charges Rickey, ducking under a raised foot. She hops up and springboards off the ropes to land sitting on his shoulders, spins herself around in the blink of an eye, and shoves off Rickey, missile dropkicking his face on the way down. She twists quickly to land on her feet and fingertips, almost catlike. As Rickey is stumbling, she launches her shoulder into his stomach with a spear, flooring him.]

Tim: Tempest is off to a fine start.

[Wildcat snap suplexes Davison to the canvas and ascends the turnbuckles. As Chris stumbles about, Wildcat leaps off the top in a flying cross body block, but Davison leaps up with a front dropkick that catches the Texan square in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.]

Jeff: And so is Davison!

[Tempest and Rickey both leave the ring due to the ref’s orders. Davison and Wildcat are the legal men. Wildcat and Davison go back and forth with rights and lefts. Wildcat grabs Davison by the arm and throws him at the ropes. On his way back, Davison is met with a kick to the midsection. He bends over, and Wildcat grabs his head into what looks to be a rear chancery. But instead of a rear chancery, Wildcat runs up the side of the turnbuckle and turns the hold 180 degrees into a twisting bulldog.]

Tim: The Wrecking Crew has now taken the advantage.

Jeff: Well, the match would have been over if Tempest started out in the ring!

Tim: Have you seen her wrestle before?

Jeff: ...No...

Tim: Then shut up and watch!

[Davison is on the ground. Rickey has gone under the ring and pulled out a hardhat. Wildcat lifts Davison and bodyslams him again. Rickey hands Wildcat the hardhat. Wildcat tags in Rickey while Davison is on the mat. Rickey quickly lifts Davison’s legs as Wildcat climbs to the top turnbuckle. Wildcat puts on the hardhat, and jumps off the turnbuckle, performing a flying headbutt to Davison’s groin ala The Dudley Boys.]

Jeff: Ha! Ha! A hardhat! How innovative!

Tim: This isn’t a hardcore match!

[Davison slowly gets up. Rickey goes for a stiff clothesline, which Davison ducks. As Rickey whirls around, Davison whips him to the corner, with Williams landing chest-first in the turnbuckles. Davison hops to the outside apron, then to the turnbuckles that Williams occupies. He stands on top of them, then does a leaping headscissor flip, driving Rickey's head into the mat with a sunset flip-like piledriver.]

Tim: Oh my God! That was brutal!

Jeff: I say Piledriver be banned from the HWF!

Tim: What?! That coming from a man who cheers a noose and scaffold match?

Jeff: Those matches are art!

Tim: Good God...

[Davison whips Rickey to the ropes and backdrops him over the top, but Rickey grabs the ropes and lands on the apron. Davison punches him once, twice, and then runs to the corner, nailing a springboard dropkick that sends Rickey to the floor outside. As the Wrecking Crew member starts to get up, Davison slingshots himself to the top rope, and springboards off. He lands on Rickey and locks in a front chancery in a split second, then uses the momentum to do a 360 before dropping him hard on his head in a tornado DDT. The "OHH!" from the crowd is loud, and Davison climbs back up to the apron. He vaults into the ring and is met with Wildcat and both his fists. As the other Williams cousin launches him to the ropes, he rebounds, ducks the clothesline, and leaps over the top in a flying bodypress that knocks the just-rising Rickey back to the concrete. As Davison looks up, he is met with a somersault senton backsplash from Wildcat. Finally, Wildcat stands and falls victim to a flying Tempest hurricanrana, as the crowd cheers loudly.]

Jeff: What... the... hell? She’s not the legal man... err... woman... ummm... person!

Tim: Neither was Wildcat!

Jeff: Whatever.

[Rickey rolls in to the ring, and goes to tag Wildcat. Davison goes to tag Tempest, but Wildcat catches him and picks him up. Wildcat tries to whip Davison into the corner, but Davison reverses and whips Wildcat to the ropes, then tags in Tempest. He turns, catches Wildcat in a pendulum backbreaker, and holds as Tempest slingshots over the ropes, dropping her elbow over the throat of Wildcat as Davison releases the backbreaker hold, sending Wildcat end over end.]

Tim: Picture perfect elbow drop by Tempest!

Jeff: Well... I guess...

[Wildcat gets up, but Davison and Tempest knock him back down with a double dropkick, and then, with Tempest standing to his right and Davison on his left, each grab the opposite leg. Davison and Tempest look to one another, then to their sides, and each does a front standing flip through the air while holding Wildcat's leg. The end result is a very powerful wishbone legsplitter that leaves Wildcat kicking his feet in agony as he holds his groin.]

Jeff: Oh... my...

Tim: GOD THAT HAS TO HURT!

[Wildcat pushes himself backwards to his corner. He quickly tags Rickey back in. He quickly locks up with Tempest. Tempest struggles under his power. Rickey easily takes her down into an armbar. Tempest cries out in pain. Rickey laughs out loud as he puts more pressure on her arm. She reaches for Davison, but he’s too far away. She can’t even reach the ropes.]

Jeff: See why girls shouldn’t wrestle? Tempest is too short and weak to do anything in this situation.

[Tempest begins to struggle and put all her strength into getting out of the hold. Soon, she wiggles her arm straight out of Rickey’s grasp.]

Tim: Really?

Jeff: Riight...

[Tempest dodges Rickey's outstretched arms, which tried to tackle her, and drives a knee into his gut. He doubles over in pain and she leaps, hitting a scissorkick to his head. He falls again and Tempest runs off the ropes, hitting a sliding dropkick to the side of his head. She tags out to Chris, who lifts Rickey up and jerks him into the air for a powerbomb, when Tempest springboards up and kicks Rickey in the face, assisting the powerbomb's momentum as Davison drives Rickey into the mat.]

Tim: AMAZING powerbomb by the team of Davison and Tempest.

Jeff: That’s illegal!

Tim: No it’s not!

[Wildcat pulls Tempest out onto the concrete. Davison tries to go after her, but Rickey goes for a roll up from behind. One........ Two......... Kick out. Rickey continues to dominate on the inside of the ring. On the outside, Wildcat has apparently knocked Tempest out and laid her on the announcer table. He begins to climb the ropes to the top.]

Tim: Oh God... what’s Wildcat doing? Tempest is on that table! THIS IS AGAINST THE RULES!

Jeff: And this is why women shouldn’t wrestle!!

[Wildcat performs a swanton-bomb from the top rope on to Tempest, who is laid on the announcer table on the outside of the ring. The table breaks, and Tempest lands awkwardly on her back through the table. Wildcat gets up safely, just holding his stomach. The crowd bursts into a wave of “boos” as Tempest looks to be in a large amount of pain. She is crouched over on the broken table, holding her back.]

Jeff: HE ACTUALLY DID THAT? How could he do that to a woman?! Bring her over here, I’ll take care of her!

Tim: You are so insensitive.

[Wildcat gets in the ring, and he and Rickey throw Davison into the ropes. As he comes back, they give him a huge double-suplex. Rickey goes for the pin.]

[One........ Two......... Thr..... Davison gets his arm up.]

Jeff: This looks to be ALL Wrecking Crew now.

Tim: Poor Tempest. Davison doesn’t know what happened yet.

[Tempest begins to stir on the outside. Inside, Rickey has tagged in Wildcat. Wildcat and Rickey go for another double-suplex. They lift Davison in the air... but Davison comes down hard and gives them both a DDT. The crowd instantly bursts into cheers. Tempest rolls into the ring and takes her place in Davison’s corner, holding her back.]

Jeff: Oh no... she’s continuing?

Tim: Davison’s been doing extremely well against the two Williams’. But I don’t think he can do it alone.

[As Davison clotheslines Rickey over the top, Tempest gets in and spin kicks Wildcat in the chest. Davison grabs Wildcat and whips him to the ropes, lifting him up for a flapjack. Tempest jumps high, hooks Wildcat in a front chancery, and drops down in a DDT. The end result is an almost-perfect looking High School Dropout, Teen Angst's finisher. The crowd gasps, which has a slight moment of silence as Tempest yells "Teen Angst sends along best wishes!" while Davison drops down in a cover.]

Tim: THAT COULD DO IT!

[One........ Two......... Three!!]

[The crowd instantly pops as "Indestructible" by the Matthew Good Band plays over the speakers. Davison immediately puts his arms around Tempest and gives her a kiss, to which she responds. He sees her hurt back, and lifts her in his arms while taking her to the back.] Jeff: Geez...

Tim: What a win by the team of Tempest and Chris Davison. We’ll be back!

[Backstage, we see Michael, in his locker room. He nearly yanks the phone off the wall in anger, but calms down and dials a number off a business card... 3-1-5, 7-3-2, 1-1-3-5. He sits down, waiting for an answer.]

Michael: Come on, come on... pick up.

[The phone rings a few more times, and as Michael goes to hang it up, he hears someone pick up on the other end.]

Michael: Hello, is Mr. Damien Cain there? Yeah, I'll hold... for now.

[Michael flips the little business card, now recognized from the week's earlier news conference. Michael taps the card on the wall as he waits for the man to take his call. Cut back to arena and announce table.]

Jeff: What’s going on back there?

Tim: I don’t know... We’ll be back with the Mayhem and Jack Daddy match after these commercials.

[Commercials.]

[We are taken backstage, in front of the generic HWF Interivew staging, where Tony Bradshaw is standing with a microphone in hand, but for who? We hear a faint yelling off camera, resembaling the voice of Jack Daddy. Could it be? Is Bradshaw waiting for the king of all jobbers? Jack Daddy barrels into the shot, visibly upset, and charged up for his up coming match. Kristi Delicious stumbles on screen after him, almost in tears. The to stop on screen where, Tony tries to get in a word. But it’s no use. Jack Daddy and Krist just continue their argument, only it is audible now.]

Tony Bradshaw: So, um, Jack-

Jack Daddy: No Kristi! For the last time, you’re not coming out!

Kristi Delicious: Please. I just want to watch.

Jack Daddy: No! You can watch from our locker room, where it is safe.

Kristi Delicious: But honey-

Jack Daddy: No! Mayhem is crazy! I don’t know what he is going to do? If he takes me out, what if he goes for you? I can’t stop him! That’s why you will stay HERE! I don’t want you to get hurt. And that’s final.

[Jack Daddy storm off screen. Kristi thens huffs and storms off in the other direction, leaving Bradshaw standing there puzzled still holding his mic out as if trying to get a word in. He slowly moves the mic to his mouth.]

Tony Bradshaw: Back to you, Tim and Jeff.

[Cut back to the arena.]

Tim: Looks like Jack Daddy has a bit of a problem there...

Jeff: But he's right! That Mayhem guy..he's scary! There's no telling what he would do to poor Kristi if he got the chance.

Tim: Since when did you become so concerned? Ah wait, nevermind. You'll give some oddball answer like you always do. Lets just get on with the match.

[The buzzing crowd slowly dies down, as the lights in the arena dim, “One More Road to Cross” by DMX starts up as the dare-devilish moves of Jack Daddy flash upon the HWF-Tron. Pyro’s are shot from the boarders of the HWF-tron, as the chorus begins. Strobe lights engulf the stage as the audience is drowned in darkness. Jack Daddy appears with Kristi clinging to his side, to a large pop, and if listen closely you can hear a soft chant of “JACK-DADDY”. But the cheers quickly turn to jeers as the two start taunting the crowd. Jack Daddy slides into the ring as Kristi saunters up the stairs, and between the ropes which Jack Daddy is holding up for her. Jack Daddy then does a beak dance routine followed by the famous headspin to a pop as Kristi jaw jacks with some fans in the front row.]

Tim: There he is, without Kristi as we can see.

Jeff: Good, like I said before that Mayhem is a madman! Kristi is better off backstage away from kooks like him.

Tim: Right...

[The lights in the arena go out as the techo sound of Rob Zombie's "Dragula remix" hit loudly throughout the arena. Blue, Red and Purple spotlights flash on and off all around the arena almost like a dangerous lightning storm. Strange voices echo quietly in the song as the tune of the music begins to pick up. As the music builds up all lights go off leaving the ring in pitch-blackness while only blue strobe lights flash down on the ramp revealing a large man crouched down on one knee on the stage. As Rob Zombie begins to "sing" Mayhem begins to slowly rise to his feet. Walking slowly down the ramp he stops as the music hits a strange stutter…then with an incredible burst of speed Mayhem bold down to the ring as the song hits it chorus. Sliding into the ring he quickly stand and roars loud. The blue lights making him look even more like a monster. As the song fades the lights do as well and Mayhem stands quietly the lights of the arena reflecting off his mask.]

Jeff: And there's the madman!

Tim: You never learn, do you? SHUT UP ALREADY!

[The two men circle each other for a few moments. They tie up and Mayhem shoves Jack Daddy backwards, almost sending him over the ropes and to the outside. Jack Daddy instinctively grabs the ropes and as he rebounds leaps forward, extending his arm for a clothesline and striking Mayhem in the chest. The impact of the move sends him staggering, but he remains standing. Jack Daddy runs into the opposite rope and leaps at Mayhem with another clothesline, sending him backwards again. Jack Daddy leaps into the air, for a hurricanrana, only to be caught and powerbombed hard by Mayhem. Mayhem goes for the cover.]

[One... Two.. KICKOUT!]

Tim: Mayhem almost had it won with that HUGE powerbomb! Luckily Jack Daddy was able to kick out...

Jeff: I told you Mayhem was crazy! Just look at that powerbomb of his, that's proof enough!

Tim: Uhh..its a POWERBOMB. Thats a regular move, Jeff. Now shut up.

[Both men are back on their feet. Jack Daddy whips Mayhem into the ropes, and leaps over him. He turns around quickly and catches Mayhem in the jaw with a flipping dropkick. Finally Mayhem goes down to the canvas. Jack Daddy stomps at his legs, then rolls him over and applies a camel clutch.]

Tim: Jack Daddy's trying to wear down Mayhem, I guess. That's really his only chance at winning. He's gotta get an advantage early on, and keep with it.

Jeff: Otherwise Mayhem will KILL him. Just look at the SIZE of him! He's friggin' huge!

Tim: Mayhem at around 6'7" tall, while Jack Daddy is only 5'9". BIG difference there. Like I said, Jack Daddy has to keep wearing Mayhem down, and look for an opening.

[Jack Daddy releases the camel clutch and, as Mayhem gets to his feet, leaps sideways into his shoulders, going for a headscissors. Jack Daddy shifts his weight and is able to flip Mayhem over and back to the ground. Daddy goes to lock on another camel clutch, but this time Mayhem sweeps his legs out from under him. Mayhem gets to his feet, pulling Jack Daddy up at the same time. Mayhem whips Daddy into the ropes, catches him, and slams him down with a sidewalk slam that shakes the ring. Mayhem makes a lateral press cover.]

[One... Two... Thr..KICKOUT!!]

Tim: Two count! I would have sworn Mayhem had gotten him!

Jeff: You, and me both! I would hate to be Jack Daddy right now...

[Mayhem throws a glance to the referee, contesting the two count. This gives JD a few seconds to get to his feet and catch his breath. Mayhem turns around and is met with a kick to the ribs by Jack Daddy. Mayhem seems to shrug it off and gives a menacing look at Daddy. Mayhem sends JD into the ropes and goes for a spinning clothesline, ducked by JD. He comes back off the ropes and takes a boot to the midsection by Mayhem, who snaps him into a quick standing head-scissors. He lifts JD up onto his shoulders for a powerbomb, but JD counters and flips all the way down his back into a sunset-flip. Mayhem waves his arms in the air, trying to hold his balance while JD pulls at his legs. Mayhem stops himself from falling over, and drops a fist down onto the mat. JD barely slides out of the way, dropping ot the outside. Mayhem stands up, shaking his hand in pain, and Jack Daddy attempts a Taka-like dropkick to the chin of the quivering Mayhem Mayhem recovers quickly and swats Jack Daddy feet away. Both men rise simultaneously, Mayhem going for another lariat. Jack Daddy ducks once again, and plants a swift kick to the gut of Mayhem who kneels over in pain, as Jack Daddy super quickly, races up to the top-rope, and takes out the bent Mayhem with a HUGE Top-Rope Fameasser.]

Tim: HOLY SHIT!!

Jeff [eyes wide]: Hell yeah! That was AWESOME!

[Jack Daddy crawls over to Mayhem and drapes an arm across him.]

[One... Two... Thr...KICKOUT!!!]

Tim: Mayhem kicks out! Damn. I thought Jack Daddy had it won right there!

Jeff: I did too. I guess not though.

Tim: Ya think?

[Mayhem rises to one knee, reeling from the impact of the top rope fameasser. He slowly stands up and throws a right hand JD's way. Mayhem with another right, followed by another. Mayhem lifts his knee up, planting it squarely in Jack Daddy's chin. He bends him over, hooking both arms and lifting him up and over with a double underhook suplex. Mayhem stands above the fallen Daddy, and lets out on of his trademark laughs. Before giving a cut throat sign. Though wisely, Jack Daddy catches a taunting Mayhem with a low blow, dropping Mayhem, almost instantly to his knees. Jack Daddy pulls himself up by the ropes, overwhelmed with exhaustion. As Mayhem is still gasping for air on his knees. Jack Daddy waits impaitently for Mayhem, who is now to his feet. Mayhem turns around just as Jack Daddy leaps forward connecting with a Standing Side Kick to the jaw of Mayhem, knocking him down and out.]

Tim: PICTURE PERFECT!!! PICTURE PERFECT!!!

[Jack Daddy rolls over Mayhem for the cover.]

[One... Two... Three!]

Tim: Jack Daddy wins! Daddy wins! This crowd is going crazy!

Jeff: Why shouldn't they, the man busts his ass for this company! Way to go, Daddy! You beat that crazy guy!

Tim: Would you...ah forget it. You never listen anyways.

[Jack Daddy celebrates his second win in the middle of the ring. Suddenly the HWF-Tron flickers to life. A camera is shakily running down the hall follwing a large man. The cameraman is obviously not a professional, one, because of the unsteadiness and two, because of the laughing behind the camera. The big man in front whirls around to reveal "Raging" Rickey Williams. Who turns and stares directly into the camera.]

Rickey Williams: Here we are folks, in front of the Jack Daddy locker room, with poor little Kristi waiting inside.

[Rickey laughs evily, as Wildcat turns the camera around to face himself.]

Wildcat Williams: Ooooo, this is gonna be great! Hehe, Jack, I know you can hear us, hell, probably see us, but it looks like you were wrong, buddy ol’ pal. She’s not safe back here.

[Wildcat is now laughing, as he spins the camer a back to Rickey, who is enerting the room. The door flies open and we hear Kristi scream. In the ring, Jack Daddy is now racing up the ramp to the back, as Mayhem is just coming to his senses in the ring. Back in the room, Rickey is advancing on Kristi as Wildcat stays behind the camera, laughing.]

Rickey Williams: Hey there pretty lady.

Kristi Delicious: Leave me alone you creep.

Rickey Williams: Don’t worry, we’re not gonna hurt‘cha. That’s Jack Daddy’s job.

Wildcat Willams [from behind the camera]: Hahaha, I get it. Hahaha.

[Rickey, grabs Kristi by the arm, and instinctively Kristi slaps Rickey across the face. Wildcat "Ooooo’s" as Rickey gets a twinkle in his eye. Jack Daddy can be heard yelling for Kristi.]

Rickey Williams: Big mistake.

Wildcat Williams: Uh, Rick, here’s comes Romeo.

Rickey Williams [ignoring Wildcat]: Pucker up, bitch.

[Right as Rickey plants a wet one on a screaming Kristi. Jack Daddy enters the room, panting and winded. A professional HWF cameraman is runing behind him as well, and we switch to his shot. Rickey continues to kiss Kristi, as Wildcat takes swing at Daddy with the camera but Daddy ducks and the two start duking it out. As Rickey quickly joins in.]

Tim: Good lord! We need security backstage to seperate those guys! SECURITY! Someone go backstage and break those guys up!!

Jeff: Aw come on, it's just getting started! I mean..you're right. Somebody needs to go back there, before they end up killing each other!

Tim: Folks we'll be back. Hopefully then we can get Jack Daddy and the Wrecking Crew seperated!

[Commercials]

Jeff: Tim, it looks as though we're about ready for the BLT match.. The crew has set two.. four.. six barbwire wrapped tables and two barbwire wrapped ladders around the ring.

Tim: The crew is leaving, so I'm assuming that...

[The lights dim in the arena as the beginning chords of "Papercut" by Linkin Park begin to play. As the song begins to hit the heavy part, two blasts of pyrotechnics shoot up from the side of the stage as Jonathan Storm is raised from a rotating, rising platform. He steps out and surveys the crowd, grinning, as he walks down to the ring.]

Tim: You betcha, this match is ready to begin!

Jeff: Jon Storm is wearing his Eddy George jersey and you can bet he'll be cheering for the Titans to defeat the Ravens tomorrow...

Tim: He'd better be thinking about this match and not the AFC playoffs, that'll cost him big!

JD Brady: David said this wouldn't be easy. David said I'd have a few fans that I couldn't win over, but I'm hoping that I have the majority of you on my side, standing right here next to me. But then there are a few of you that won't the past go. I let to past go and you know how much I used to go on about it! But I don't care, I can't change the past but I can change the future and thats what I have done here, I'm changing the future as we speak.

[A few fans cheer for him as the others just boo with the memories of his past.]

JD Brady: I am here to change the way wrestling is looked upon by the world and that is the common interest between myself and Zakin. We are both stars in the making, Zakin is an incredible all around package, we all know that, 2 Time Canadian Champion and all, then me, I haven't won any title while I have been here, but hey, I'm ok with that. JD Brady hasn't been here, he hasn't even had a full match yet! But I'm changing my ways, but not my enemies. Phoenix.

[The crowd pops a little bit with Brady saying Phoenix's name.]

JD Brady: Yes, cheer for him, he is an amazing wrestler which I have found out on many times while I have been here, and me and him have had some great Hardcore Title matches. Our first being a Scaffold Hardcore Title match, where Renegade interfered because it was the only way he would be noticed, so that was a no decision. Then myself, Renegade, and Phoenix had the marvelous Death From Above Match where both myself and Phoenix pinned Renegade, causing the title to go vacant setting up the Bell Tower Brawl Match which I didn't come out on top, but even after the injuries were sustained and the splash from the bell tower onto me was all said and done, Insomnia was dead and JD Brady was born.

[The fans cheer for Brady saying Insomnia was dead.]

JD Brady: Yes I know, I hated that man too. But see, after all of that, after those few classic matches took place between myself and Phoenix....I'm still not satisfied. I still haven't come out on top when it comes to Phoenix and I still think that I can. I'm still the number one contender for the Hardcore Title which I have held for a month now, proving I still belong in the Hardcore division, hell, I belong on top of that division with the strap!

[The fans cheer as they are getting into what Brady is saying as he is talking with emotion.]

JD Brady: But I'm not so I need to try harder. I need to become more hardcore, crazier than Phoenix, I'm going to get into your head Phoenix whether you want me gone or not. You didn't kill me in the Death From Above, from the Scaffold, from The Bell Tower, none of that has put me on the sidelines which is why I am going to only show you what I want to do to you. I am going to challenge fellow Anti-Hero, Vic Williams, to an Assault and Battery Match!

[The fans explode at the thought of that match with those two men.]

JD Brady: Next week on Suicide, Assault and Battery Match, Brady, Williams, it's gonna be a fucking war!

[JD Brady drops the mic and walks towards the back, as Zakin slides into the ring to start the fight. The bell sounds.]

Tim: The bell has sounded and we're ready to get it on!

[Jon adjusts the tape on his wrists, while David stretches with the top rope. Zakin turns and walks to the center of the ring, shaking his head back and forth to loosen him up. Storm walks to meet him, as the two come nose to nose. Zakin swings with a right punch but Storm sticks his arm up to block. Storm steps under Zakin's arm and flips him over his back with an arm drag.]

Jeff: An early show of a reversal by Storm.

[David quickly stands up and sidesteps a standing dropkick from Jonathan Storm. Zakin drops an elbow to the back of Storm. David gets to his feet just before Storm does, and locks on a side headlock. David wrenches on the lock, tightening the grip. Storm flails his arms then locks onto the waist of Zakin. Storm backs Zakin into the ropes then pushes him off. David grabs ahold of the Titans' jersey of Storm, reversing the whip. Zakin runs after Storm, who connects with the ropes. Zakin wants to roll Storm up, but Jon hooks onto the ropes, sending Zakin flipping and coming up to his feet. Jon runs at David who goes for a clothesline. Storm floats over the clothesline attempting a DDT but Zakin blocks and attempts a Northern Lights suplex.]

Tim: What a show of talent so far!

[David has Jon up in the Northern lights but Storm fights with his body weight and won't allow himself to be suplexed. Finally, David pushes Storm into the air with his hands, launching Jon vertical. Storm, using his ring awareness, comes down with a dropkick but David Zakin catches his feet. Storm smacks to the mat back first, while Zakin has his hands wrapped around Storm's ankles, trying to turn him over in a crab. Storm won't allow it and kicks Zakin off and back into the ropes. Zakin comes forward and walks into a monkey flip from Storm. Zakin shows great ability and lands on his feet. Jon Storm sees Zakin land attempts a crouching leg sweep. David leaps above the sweep and comes down with a leg drop across the neck of Storm!!!]

Jeff: What a series of talent!

[The fans stand with a cheering ovation, applauding the series.]

Tim: Simply amazing!

[David Zakin grabs Storm by the head and pulls him to his feet. Applying a front chancery, David hooks a loop in Storm's pants and lifts him up and over with a vertical suplex. Storm lands and quickly rolls under the ropes to the outside, give himself some time. Zakin doesn't seem to care about Storm's recovery time as he runs to the ropes, leaping over them. Storm catches Zakin as the two both spill into the cement floor and steel railing, pushing the rail back against the front row of fans.]

Jeff: Zakin took a big chance there... If Storm had moved, David would have tasted that cement floor.

[David Zakin rolls off of Storm and roll onto the cold cement, getting his breath back. After a moment, Zakin grabs the steel railing and pulls himself up. Zakin places a boot into the chest of Jon Storm three times in succession. David then grabs Jon by the head and pulls him to his feet.]

Tim: David Zakin still in control here..

[David leads Jon around the ring by the back of his head, sliding him onto one of the barbwire tables! The barbwire rips the Titans' jersey that Storm wears, as Zakin steps onto the table. David stands Jonathan upright and hooks on a front chancery. David attempts a DDT but Jonathan Storm quickly reverses and puts Zakin through the table with a Northern lights suplex!!]

Jeff: Northern Lights Suplex through the table!!!

[Jon is quick to his feet, using his instinct. Storm grabs Zakin by the head and rolls him into the ring. Jon then walks over to one of the barbwire wrapped ladders and folds it shut, sliding it into the ring. Jonathan rolls into the ring and walks to Zakin, immediately dropping a legdrop.]

Tim: Legdrop across the throat of David Zakin by Jonathan Storm.

[Jon Storm gets up and grabs the ladder, picks it up and leans it in the far right corner. Zakin gets to his knee and plants a punch to the stomach of Storm as he turns around. Zakin grabs the head of Jon Storm in a front chancery and drops him with a DDT.]

Jeff: DDT by Zakin!

[Zakin rolls Storm over and hooks his leg.]

[One... ...Two.. Thr...KICKOUT!!]

Tim: Two count on Jonathan Storm.

[Zakin grabs Jon by the head and pulls him up. Storm lifts a knee into the chest of David, then connects with an uppercut. Zakin flails his arms out as he is rocked back. Storm rushes ahead and connects with a monstrous clothesline, knocking David Zakin to the mat with authority!]

Jeff: What a clothesline!

[Jon grabs both of Zakin feet and drags him towards the far right corner, where the ladder is leaning. Storm locks his hands and falls back, using a slingshot maneuver to send David face first into the barbwire ladder!!]

Tim: Slingshot into the barbwire wrapped ladder!!

[Zakin seemingly sticks to the ladder while Jonathan climbs to the second rope and applies a reverse chancery.]

Jeff: Jon Storm is looking for some sort of reverse chancery-move off the second rope!

[Zakin gets free of the reverses chancery and wraps his arm over the head of Storm. Zakin gets his one foot on the top rope and pushes off, turning the move sideways in midair and connects with a falling ace crusher while spinning in midair!!]

Tim: What a move!! An amazing innovation of the inverted neckbreaker!

[While both men are laid out in the ring, the fans begin to rise, pointing towards the entranceway. The camera turns to see a new man and Casey Band, Jonathan's valet/wife!]

Jeff: That's Casey Band and...

Tim: Evan Douglas!

Jeff: Who?

Tim: Douglas is a new sign on for the HWF.. He's been training for a few months now, preparing for his debut. He and Storm are rather good friends, so I can only believe Zakin cannot be in for a good time.

Jeff: Layman's terms: David Zakin is SCREWED!

[Casey circles the ring, jumping up to the apron. Immediately, the referee rushes to keep her out of the ring. Evan Douglas then hops onto the apron, then steps through the ropes. David Zakin is groggily stepping to his feet. Douglas rushes and goes for a clothesline but Zakin ducks and shoves Evan right into the ref and Casey, sending her crashing to the arena floor!]

Tim: Casey was shoved to the floor!

[Evan turns as Zakin is pumping that dangerous foot. Zakin plants a standing side kick into the chest of Douglas, sending him barreling through the ropes to the floor.

Jeff: SHADOW KICK!

[Zakin then walks over to a groggy Jon Storm and tosses him through the ropes. David goes to the outside as Storm is getting back to his feet. Zakin nails Storm with a right hand, knocking Storm onto a barbwire-wrapped table. Zakin immediately rolls into the ring and walks to the ladder in the corner. Zakin drags the ladder to the ropes and sets it up.]

Tim: This could it for Jon Storm!

[Zakin begins a climb on the ladder, then reaches the top. Zakin stretches his arms out to the sides and lets out a battle cry. David stands on the shaky ladder, then leaps off. Almost in slow motion, Zakin lands the Insider Splash off the ladder onto Jonathan Storm on the table outside!!]

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

[The referee sees the action outside and quickly slides outside and makes the count.]

[One... ...Two... ...THREE!!]

Tim: David Zakin has retained the Canadian title!

[The heavy guitar of "Walk" by Kilgore hits the PA as Zakin grabs the Canadian title and begins to walk out as the camera fades to commercial.]

[Commercials]

Tim: Okay folks we are now gonna go to University Hospital in London, Ontario where we will find out how Lasek is doing.

Jeff: I sure hope Lasek is doing good, we need him back badly.

Tim: And why is that Jeff?

Jeff: Cause Everytime Lasek is around alot of Violent Shit happens.

Tim: well you got that right Jeff, now let's go to London right now.

[The Camera's then cut to University Hospital in London, Ontario. It's quite busy there, at the bottom of your screen it says earlier in the week. Then the camera's cut to Lasek's room where we see a Doctor looking at Lasek's condition. You can see bruises around Trevor's face and a stitches near his left eyebrow aswell. The Doctor notices the Camera as Tony Bradshaw comes into the room. The Doctor Begins to speak.]

Doctor: So you must be Tony Bradshaw of HWF?

Tony: Yes I am, we have come here about the condition of Trevor Lasek.

Doctor: Well, Lasek is not doing that well. He has a fractured Left leg and some torn ligaments in his right elbow aswell.

Tony: I see Doctor, is there anything else we should know?

Doctor: Well as you can see, Trevor also sustained Injuries to the head, If he took some time off and never had that match, he would've been fine. But now he;s in a Coma and hasn't moved at all since he came here Christmas Eve.

Tony: A COMA!!!???

Doctor: Yes that is correct.

Tony: Do you know if he will ever come to?

Doctor: well, in his current Condition It may take up to a Month to a year. We really don't know.

Tony: My god!

Doctor: I know, plus only a couple of people have visited him during this time. A Girl named Saori and a Fried of his who used to be part of the HWF Kevin Masters, he went by the name of Insano and The Canuck.

Tony: I see, what about the rest of his injuries he has sustained?

Doctor: Well they will heal but that will take some time, probably around a few months they will be abit better.

Tony: Now I know alot of people have been asking this but, when will Lasek return to the ring?

Doctor: Well if he ever comes out of the coma and heals up with his injuris I say he can come back, but I'm not really sure, as I said before he hasn't shown any good process since he came here.

Tony: Do you think he will ever come out of it? at all?

Doctor: Well, to me it's hard to tell who knows he might not come out of it at all.

Tony: Well then, thank you for your time Doctor.

Doctor: Your welcome...

[Then Tony and the Doctor shake hands, then out of respect Tony gives Lasek a Get well present and leaves. The Doctor continues his work as Saori and Kevin Masters comes in as the Camera's cut back to the show.]

Tim: My God! Lasek is in a Coma!

Jeff: I have to admit, sure he's a Crazy and Violent Man, but if he ever comes back, he will have my respects.

Tim: Your right Jeff, you ever can come back from a Injury like that is Incredible, we have seen Lasek in many battles but this is the one he must win. He cannot lose here.

Jeff: We thought his Ultimate Death Match was his greatest battle but not any more.

Tim: That's right Jeff, anyway I have been given a note and we will find out how Lasek is doing Next Week on Saturday Suicide.

Jeff: I hope he gets better, the HWF NEEDS him.

Tim: He's the only one that can stir up the most Violent Shit here in the HWF. Well folks we must continue with the night so here we go!

[Suddenly, a HUGE explosion is set off at the entranceway as strobe lights cut on and an instrumental of Limp Bizkit's "Rollin" blasts throughout the arena. The lights dim down, with a little bit of light still left, enough to see the entranceway down to the ring. "The Hardcore Hero" Jayson Starr comes out of the back with his black shades and leather jacket on and looks around as the crowd cheers. He turns towards the ring, then starts walking towards it. Jayson slaps two or three hands on the way to the ring. Jayson makes his way to the cage door and enters it, then raises both fists into the air, as four red rockets shoot up from behind him, alternating from left to right, then back again. The lights slowly come back on, and the music dies down to nothing.]

Tim: Jayson Starr against Vic Williams in a Steel Cage match.

Jeff: I can’t wait for this one to get going!

[The roaring HWF crowd, stirs in anticipation, as the opening riff of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward plays, the fans blend in noise, as green pyros abruptly go off, as the Canadian born, "Vicious" Vic Williams steps out and talks down the isle. Piercings shine from his nose, lip, and right eyebrow, and his black military boots slightly flicker, under the strobe lights. Fitted in black tights, with a purple and silver, gothic like barbwire design run up his legs, and his bare chest bares all his tattoos. Black designs under his eyes can be noticed, as he runs down the aisle, and enters the cage door, his black trench coat trailing behind, he stands in the ring, arms outward, head tilted to the sky, as the lights, flash back on....]

Tim: This should be one hell of a hardcore bout.

[The bell rings, and Vic smiles. Starr moves closer to lock up with Vic, but Vic quickly uppercuts Starr with a pair of brass knuckles. Starr falls to the floor, stunned and spitting blood from his lip and mouth.]

Tim: WHAT THE HELL?

Jeff: What’s Vic doing?

[The ref tries to hold Vic back, but Vic punches him in the gut. The ref calls for the bell. The bell rings indicating that Vic has lost due to disqualification. Vic just laughs and continues to beat on Starr. The ref tries to stop him again, but Vic throws him out of the cage, and locks the door. He takes out two pairs of handcuffs from his trench coat pockets.]

Tim: Oh sweet mother of...

Jeff: I think Vic Williams has lost it!

[Vic handcuffs Starr to the cell, his arms branched out to both sides in the form of a crucifix. Starr is dazed and in pain. Vic laughs.]

Tim: Jayson Starr has been crucified!

Jeff: We haven’t seen this since...

[Williams continuously attacks Starr with the brass knuckles. Punching him several times in the stomach and chest. Starr starts to cough up blood. Vic STILL continues to attack Starr until blood is flowing from his mouth, and his eyes are dazed over. Vic grabs a microphone. The fans are booing at the top of their lungs.]

Tim: That sadistic monster! What does he have to say?

Jeff: Let’s find out...

Vic: Is this the type of carnage you like Drake? Is this the violence you want, the type of violence that took one of my best friends out of this business for the time being?!? You did it, you over pushed the envelope, and now he is lying almost comatose in a hospital bed out in London, Ontario! Is this what you wanted Drake?

[Vic lifts his fist again, ready to hit Starr but “Intro” by DMX hits the speakers, and Drake walks out on to the entrance ramp to a large pop from the crowd.]

Tim: Finally. The President should settle this.

Jeff: I can’t believe Vic has gone this far! He IS sadistic!

Drake: Stop the MATCH! Vic the match is over, now let the EMT's help him! Get him down from there!

Tim: I don’t understand Vic Williams.

[Vic smiles and nods. He unlocks Starr’s handcuffs, and... Continues to beat on him!]

Tim: What the hell?!

Jeff: Hah! He’s giving Drake a reason to be out here!

[Security and EMTs stop Vic from the carnage he’s performing in the ring. Vic smiles and leaves willingly. He walks up the ramp, and stands face to face with Drake. They exchange a few words and Vic keeps his smile. A sadistic, almost crazed smile. Then all of a sudden, Vic slaps Drake. He slapped him so hard, that Drake fell to his knees. Vic laughs and walks off through the crowd.]

Tim: VIC WILLIAMS JUST SLAPPED PRESIDENT JOHNNY DRAKE!

Jeff: It’s not like it’s the first time Vic has attacked Drake!

Tim: We’ll be back after these messages! President Drake is infuriated!

[Drake walks to the back, next to Jayson Starr’s stretcher as the ring crew takes down the cage, and cleans the blood on the mat.]

[Commercials.]

[The lights fade out, as orange lights start to strobe through the crowd. The voice of Rykopathe mutters out "Cause I'm one step closer...", followed by "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park blasting throughout the arena. J. Simon Rykopathe emerges from the back to a mix of boos and cheers, decked out in a "LANCE STERLING SUCKS COCK" t-shirt. With a chair in hand, he waives off the crowd, and walks into the ring. He slides in and stands near the far ropes, as he waits for his opponent.]

Tim: This one is sure to be brutal.

Jeff: Yeah... both men cost each other the World Title at Holy Night.

Tim: There's a lot of hatred here...

[As the lights in the arena dim a cloud of smoke filters onto the entrance way. Green and white lights flash through the fog. Out of no where the words "fuck you I won't do what you tell me" blares over the P.A. as a harsh guitar strikes and a loud explosion happens in the entranceway. A few moments later Extream emurges with a chair in his left hand. He walks till he is completely out of the smoke and leans on the the chair with his left hand. Suddenly he throws his right hand up in the air and another smaller explosion happens behind him. Then he starts to walk to the ring. Rykopathe immediately bounces off the ropes. As Extream reaches the apron, Rykopathe swings for him. Extream ducks, though, and jabs Rykopathe in the gut with HIS chair. Rykopathe stutters a little, as Extream starts taunting. Rykopathe gains his composure, though, and spears Extream through the middle rope down to the arena floor. The bell, signaling the start of the match, finally rings.]

Tim: Spear by J. Simon Rykopathe off the apron!!

Jeff: This one is getting Out of Control in a hurry!!

[Rykopathe lifts up Extream and throws him into the crowd. Extream starts back-peddling through the sea of fans as Rykopathe grabs his chair and steps over the guardrail after him. The ref follows, as well as a few security guards. Rykopathe eventually catches up to Extream and starts firing on him with the chair. Extream won't go down though.]

Jeff: And now they're lost in a sea of fans!! I can't even see them anymore...

[Extream finally gets a kick in the gut in, and follows up with a DDT on the concrete floor. Extream looks up for the ref, but doesn't see him anywhere. He pounds his fist on the ground, and then pulls up Rykopathe by the hair. He drags Rykopathe to a door near the edge of the floor-area of the arena and throws him through.]

Tim: Where the hell are they going!?! Outside, maybe!?!

Jeff: Oh no...

[Tim glares over at Jeff.]

Tim: What? What!?!

Jeff: That's the door to the second floor... they're going to the balcony...

Tim: FUCK!! Somebody stop them...

[Security does in fact try to stop them, by tackling Extream to the ground. Rykopathe, still in chair in hand, starts scurring up the stairs though. Extream eventually fights free and runs up after him, only to be slammed in the head with the steel chair. Extream nearly tips over the edge, but rykopathe grabs him by the hair and brings him up the second level. The fans are stupified as to where the two competitors are, but they keep watching the spot where they would probably re-appear.]

Tim: This is just getting out of hand, this hasn't even been a match...

Jeff: Yeah, but it sure as hell is entertaining.

[Suddenly, a roar is heard from the crowd as you see Rykopathe and Extream appear on the balcony. Rykopathe has dropped his chair, and is now laying in right hands on Extream's head. Extream eventually drops to the ground, as Rykopathe picks up his chair. Rykopathe winds up and swings for Extream on the ground. Extream moves, however, and Rykopathe his the ground hard. Extream is quick to his feet, and immediately drops Rykopathe with a standing side kick; nearly dropping Rykopathe 20 feet down off the blacony.]

Jeff: EXTREME KICK!!

Tim: God, that's dangerous...

[Extream grabs a steel chair from a fan, and then throws a chair to the rising Rykopathe.]

Tim: What's he doing!?!

[Rykopathe struggles to his feet and picks up the chair. He and Extream face each other and then begin dueling/sword fighting with the chair. Rykopathe eventually gains control and blasts Extream with a STIFF chairshot. Extream drops his chair into the crowd of people below, as Rykopathe winds up and blasts Extream even harder with the chair; dropping Extream to the floor. Rykopathe looks at Extream and then down at the arena floor. He starts yelling for people to move out of the way, and security/officials eventually get about a 14' diameter circle spaced out on the floor. Rykopathe picks up Extream, and slaps on a standing head scissors; still with the chair in hand.]

Tim: Alright I just have one question...

[Dramatic pause.]

Tim: WHAT THE FUCK IS RYKOPATHE THINKING!?!

[Rykopathe stands there for a second, and then throws his chair down into the open circle below. He then screams to the fans below.]

J. Simon Rykopathe: I'm gonna need your help people. EVERYBODY, take your fucking chairs, and throw them into a big ass pile over there. You wanted a Survival Match? Let's see this fucker survive a crucifiction...

[As told, most of the fans throw their chairs into the circle; making a HUGE pile which spills over into the fans surrounding it. The pile of chairs is at least 4 feet tall. Rykopathe smiles to himself, and then lifts up Extream in a canadian back breaker rack. He switches it into a crucifix powerbomb and throws Extream off the edge; all the way down onto the chairs. The fans explode on impact, as Extream folds rudely onto his neck.]

Tim & Jeff: HOLY SHIT!!

["HO-LY-SHIT, HO-LY-SHIT"]

[The fans pump their fist with the chants as Rykopathe demands for the ref to call the match. He eventually does so, and bell sounds signaling the end of the match. Rykopathe asks for a microphone, and one evntually gets thrown to him. He bobbles it a little, gains control, and then raises it to his mouth. He breathes heavily as he begins to speak.]

J. Simon Rykopathe: Lance ol' boy, I'm gonna make this short and sweet. You wanna hide from me? Fine by me. You see, it's all simple math. I think Extream is dead, so that's one less wrestler to get in my way. UNTIL you give me what I want, which is your ass in the ring one on one, I will take out each individual ONE BY ONE. And I know you're laughing up a storm in the back, but I don't give a shit! This is example number one, Sterling. So I suggest if you are the worthy king that you claim to be, you get off of that high pedistal you sit on and prevent a few sacrificies from happening! You think I'm alone either? I got five buddies waitin' in the back that will take out anyone I want. That doesn't include you though, oh champion of mine. I want you at top condition when I disfigure you. It's your choice Sterling. You can run now, but you'll eventually be caught. Come and face your fear! You took out Extream down there just to avoid me, but you thought that I would just turn my cheek and move onto someone else. Don't think so! Lance, you're already dead. Put that fucking quote in your script!

[Rykopathe raises his arms in the air, with a mix of boo's and cheers as "One Step Closer" rings out again. EMT's rush into the crowd to help Extream, as Rykopathe begins walking down the stairs to the locker room.]

Tim: Jesus H. Christ... Well, I guess J. Simon Rykopathe won the match...

Jeff: Yeah, and he's fixing to get his ass beat by one Lance Sterling.

[EMT's continue to work on Extream.]

Tim: Alright, this may take a while... let's go to commercial...

[Commercials]

Tim: Alright, we're back... and HWF technicians and EMT's have finally gotten Extream to the back for medical work.

Jeff: That's good... Extream will be back though, he always bounces back...

Tim: Well, let's get to our next match...

[Chris Thrilla's voice comes over the p.a. "Close your eyes, take my hand, and let darkness lead you to new light." With that, all the lights in the arena go out. A few seconds later the opening beat to Disposable Teens by Marilyn Manson hits and red strobe lights begin to flash behind a giant white screen.]

And I'm a black green bow,
and I'm an ape of god,
I got a face that's made for violence and porn,
and I'm a teen distortion,
survived abortion,
a rebel from the waist down.

[The two silhouettes of both Chris Thrilla and Spike appear on the screen, black and with red outlining them.]

yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah,
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah,

I wanna thank you mom,
I wanna thank you dad,
for bringing this fucking world to a bitter end,
I never really hated,
a one true god,
but the god of the people I hated.

[The screen explodes into tiny pieces, like the shards of a glass, all the while red pyro goes off on the sides of the stage. Teen Angst step out from the shattered glass and smoke and walk down to the ring. They enter the mesh door as Spike slides under the ring, and pops on his head and flips up Matrix-style while Chris climbs up the turnbuckle on the outside and raises both arms to the applause of the crowd.]

[The lights dim as a computerized voice counts down from three.]

[ ....3.... ]

[ ....2.... ]

[ ....1.... ]

[ BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! ]

[Gold and red pyro erupts as "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie blasts over the arena loudspeakers. Both members of the Twisted Circle step out onto the entrance ramp, looking just a little ticked about their situation from Holy Night. The crowd goes completely nuts as Ethan comes into the light, revealing his Tag title slung over his right shoulder. He's wearing his new 'Boom' t-shirt, as Gavin is wearing the newest one for the Twisted Circle. Both men begin making their way down to the ring, giving off cold stares to their opponents, who are already in the ring awaiting.]

Tim: Alright, we're only waiting for xTa now - X-Treme Alliance!!

Jeff: YEAH!! Lance Sterling Time!!

[As "Blood Brothers" by Papa Roach blasts from the P.A. system the crowd explodes into cheers. Silver and gold strobe lights begins to flash around the arena as Lance Sterling and Michael Trey emerge from the curtain; Lance with his World Title Belt. Both tXa members stop at the top of the entranceway and look at each other. Suddenly, an explosion goes off behind them and both men begin dashing towards the ring area. They slide in the ring and all six men begin brawling as the bell sounds.]

Tim: This one's also off in a hurry...

[Trey pairs up with Gavin, Sterling with Spike, and Scruggs with Thrilla. Trety shoves Gavin into a corner and starts firing on him with fierce rights and lefts. Thrilla and Scruggs begin brawling and Scruggs eventually whips Thrilla to the ropes. Thrilla bounces off and Scruggs amazingly back body drops Thrilla over the top rope to the outside. The fans cheer loudly for the move, as Scruggs hops to the outside and continues the attack. Sterling and Spike are fighting in the opposite corner as Trey and Gavin. Both Trey and Sterling have control, and whip their respective opponents at each other. Gavin reverses his whip though, so Trey flies into Spike. As Trey and Spike stumbl backwards; Trey gets hit with a double arm bar front legsweep, and Spike gets planted with a modifed olympic slam... in stereo!!]

Jeff: HOLY GOD!!

Tim: That was awesome!! Gavin Coens' "Cardinal Syn" along with Lance Sterling's "Box Office Smash"...

Jeff: That might have just eliminated both Trey and Spike!!

[Gavin takes a quick peak at Sterling and quickly goes for the cover.]

[One... ...Two... ...Th...STERLING BREAKS UP THE PIN!!]

Jeff: Whew... that was close...

[On the outside, Scruggs and Thrilla are fighting dangerously close to the announce table. Scruggs gains control, and slaps on a standing head scissors. He attempts to lift up Thrilla for a powerbomb, but his knee gives out and he collapses. Thrilla lands on his feet and quickly goes to work on the injured Scruggs. Thrilla grabs Scruggs by the back of the leg and continually slams his leg into the concrete floor. Seeing this, Gavin runs to the outside and starts pounding on Thrilla. This leaves both members of xTa in the ring with Spike.]

Jeff: Oh my god... Ethan looks hurt!!

Tim: Well, I guess his bad knee caught up with him.

Jeff: You can say that again.

[Sterling lifts up Trey and tries to revive him. He grabs Spike and throws him into a corner. Sterling forces Trey over to Spike, where Trey begins pummeling on him. Sterling immedaitely turns around, and slides to the outside of the ring; where he spears Gavin down to the ground and begins punching him. Trey continues leveling Spike in the corner, as the four other men brawl on the outside.]

Tim: Damn, this is craz-

["A Welcome Burden" by Disturbed hits the speakers as a man dressed all in black including an all black mask emerges from the curtains holding Claire in his arms. She is struggling violently to get free from the attacker's grasp as she is swinging her arms and legs all over the place. None of six fighters take notice as they continue to brawl.]

Tim: What the hell is going on!?!

[Inside the ring, Trey lays a few more solid punches into Spike causing him to stagger backwards. Spike quickly steadies himself and charges at Trey attempting a spear. As the last second, Trey grabs Spike's arms in a double underhook, reversing the spear into a Flash of Pain DDT sending Spike head first into the mat.]

Jeff: FLASH OF PAIN DDT!!

[On the top of the ramp, Claire finally is able to squirm free from her attacker's grasp. He reaches out again and grabs her wrist spinning her around. Almost instinctively, Claire slaps the attacker as hard as she can, dropping him to a knee. She then turns back toward the ring and sprints toward it as the man stands back up and chases after her. Claire slides into the ring under the bottom rope and runs toward Trey who has his back turned to her. She gets to him and gives him a big hug from behind. Trey, not knowing who is behind him swings his right arm backwards, catching Claire in the face with the point of his elbow.]

Tim & Jeff: OH SHIT!!

[She falls to the canvas as Trey turns around to see who he's hit. When he sees that it's Claire, he drops to his knees and takes her hand in his. He reaches for the back of her head with his other arm just as the attacker slides into the ring and rushes toward him. The attacker then draws his right leg back and kicks Trey hard in the side of the head, knocking Trey away from Claire. The attacker then pulls a mic out from inside his robe as he bends over and begins screaming into Trey's face.]

?Attacker?: C'mon, Trey, get up. Be a man Trey, and get your ass up. You're already brought Bisc near death and now you've done the same to Claire. These were your two best friends and now, you've just about killed both of them. Who's next Trey? Who are you going to kill now? Why not make it me, Trey? Why not prove you can take on another man in a fair fight? Stand up, Trey. Get your ass to your feet and hit me, Trey. Take my ass out for Bisc and Claire. Do it, Trey. Get up and murder me too. You know it'll do you good. You know it's what you want.

[Claire and Trey both begin to rise. Claire makes it to her knees and stares at Trey with a look of disbelief in her face and tears streaming down her face. Trey makes it to his feet and is quickly caught in the temple with a stiff right hand from the unknown man forcing him back down to the mat. The man goes back to yelling at Trey.]

?Attacker?: Way to do the right thing, Trey. Way to save your girl. Once again, people have needed you, Trey, and once again, you have let them down. Way to be the hero. You're pathetic Trey, you're absolutely pathetic.

[The attacker turns toward the stunned Claire and extends his hand. She looks up at him and he lowers his voice some.]

?Attacker?: Take my hand, Claire. If what I showed you at Holy Night and tonight wasn't enough proof that Trey doesn't care what happens to you anymore, this surely is. He has already hospitalized Bisc and there's no telling what he'll do if you stay with him. He has only been using you to get to the top and it's quite obvious now. So, please Claire. Take my hand and I'll protect you. I'll see that he won't hurt you anymore. All you have to do is trust me and put your hand in mine. I promise you Claire, I can make things right for you. Just believe in me and together, we can walk away from this whole mess.

[The attacker puts the mic back in his robe and reaches out to her again. She looks up toward the unknown man and then back toward the fallen Trey who is now starting to stand back up. She begins to reach out to the attacker to take his hand, and then turns to look at Michael. They lock eyes, Claire frozen now, unsure of what she should do. Before she can choose, the attacker grabs her once again and heaves her up over his shoulder. Spike sees Trey, distracted by this whole ordeal, and grabs him from behind in a stiff German Suplex. Claire, helplessly fighting once again, is carried out of the ring by the mysterious attacker, back up the ramp as "A Welcome Burden" plays one more time.]

Tim: Oh shit... how long will this go on!?!

[On the outside, Thrilla has gotten to the apron. Spike picks up Trey and whips him to the ropes that Thrilla is on. Trey reverses it though, and send Spike flying into Thrilla instead. Thrilla flies back, breaking the announce table into a thousand pieces.]

Jeff: OH SHIT!! THERE GOES MY WATER!!

Tim: THERE GOES MY FORMAR SHEET!!

[Thrilla lies motionless, as Spike looks down at him. A limping Ethan Scruggs grabs Spike by the leg and pulls him out to the outside, just as Sterling slides Gavin into the ring.]

Jeff: Alright, take the advantage Sterling... Angst is nowhere to be seen!!

[Sterling guts up and kicks Gavin in the solar plexus, causing him to double over. Sterling looks over to Trey and nods as he applies a standing headscissors. Sterling lifts Gavin into the air, proping both his arms out in a crucifix. At the exact same time Sterling slams Gavin down into the powerbomb, Trey leaps in the air and wraps his arm around Gavin's neck, impacting in a powerbomb/neckbreaker combination. Sterling cradles Gavin.]

[One... ...Two... .....THREE!!]

Tim: New tag champions! New tag champions!!

Jeff: Oh hell yeah! Sterling is the man!

Tim: Uh...right. I don't know about that but he IS one half the tag team champions now. And hey, Jeff, was it just me or did that move they use look familiar?

Jeff: The crucifix powerbomb/neckbreaker? Now that you mention it...yeah it DID look kinda familar. Oh well, who cares. Sterling is not only the HWF champion, he also has the tag titles! Oh yeah, and Trey has one half of them too.

Tim: Glad you rememberd that part...moron.

[In the ring, Trey and Sterling are standing up with the belts now, as "Blood Brothers" by Papa Roach blasts through the PA System. Suddenly, from the crowd, comes two masked men. They hop the rail and slide into the ring. One of the men turns Michael Trey around and drops him to the ground with a reverse russian legsweep, while the other turns around Lance Sterling and delivers a leaping DDT.]

Jeff: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!

[The two men simply stand up and look at each other. The man who attacked Trey slowly takes off his mask to reveal that he is... Vic Williams!!]

Tim: Vic Williams!?! Then who the other man!?!

[The other man, the one who attacked Sterling, faces the HWF-Tron; as the lights in the arena drop. As the lights black out, a slideshow starts to play up on the HWF-Tron - the fans don't know what is going on - neither do the announcers nor any of the wrestlers in the ring, although all the wrestlers are down except for the two masked men. All of a sudden you hear light drops of the piano keys - the sound the ivory makes pierces through everything that surrounds you. The begining notes of Aerith's theme play throughout - and a sort of "home made movie" slide show starts to play. It is in all black and white - and it looks like old wrestling footage of two men in the ring - one of them resembles Vic Williams - the other is unknown. Then - later you see these same two men - arm in arm - Vic rasing both Tag Team Belts - the other holding the HWF World Title in his hands. Other pictures are shown - the same man betraying Chaos in the ring - and then lying down for him the very next night. Him fighting The Black Ninja in the last HWF Title Match ever to take place during what seems to be it's second incarnation. Then - the film burns up - and you see the shores of a beach - the sound of the waves - as the sytheszier in Aerith's Theme starts to play - you hear the waves crashing - and the sounds of the ocean - and then a voice.]

Voice: It's been such a long while. Roaming around the world - trying to find my home - it wasn't a very easy task - I must say to each and every single one of you - it's not easy waking up on this beach and not knowing what you were doing there - and how you got from being tied up in the ropes to lying face down - on the verge of starvation - already leaping back and forth between sanity and insanity - consciousness and delusion - mirages and reality. It was all a big jumble - like someone took a bunch of Sraccble pieces and stuck them in a leather sack - shook the sack up hard - and pulled out a bunch of random letters and named it my brain. I was on fire - at least my mind was. And it hasn't stopped for a long while. There was NOTHING that made sense anymore - like anything ever did in the fucking first place - but now I didn't even know what I was going for or what I was supposed to be doing. I could call it a "self-imposed/forced mid-life crisis" - but I had reached the END of my life - where the fuck was my mid-life?

[The voice pauses, as an orange spotlight shines on the ring, revealing that everyone else is mysteriously gone except for Vic Williams and this mystery man.]

Voice: One thought remained in my mind - go home. Home. But I didn't have a home - or did I? Searching throughout the land - well - it's not like any of you fucking care what the hell I did - so just let it go - and realize that one day I did find my home - I found it wandering in the rain - seeing the billboards - seeing those faces and that unforteggable name - and then all of the pain - all of the torture that I had been suffering for countless upon countless hours of questions - wondering - pondering - why the fuck was I here when I should be dead - they all came to a screeching halt. Every single last one of them stopped - and it felt in that very instant that I was free - absolutely free from all of the shackles and bondage that had been placed on me ever since I woke up with a crab digging into my ass and sand in every open fucking orapheus. For those of you whom have not experienced that wonderful feeling of having to dig sand out of your ass - I suggest you try it. But then... ...but then they died.

[The crowd starts to stir a little, as the voice continues.]

Voice: And the fire was no more in my mind - but one last desire - to destroy my home and all of those that have been desecrating it ever since I left it. Not just my home - not just the rest of my life - but the entire existance that I had based all of the reality on. Everything I knew that could ever exist - some poeple decided to turn it all to shit - to ruin the name - to descecrate all of the things that I had built so high up on the pillars. That is what you were - that is where all of you were held - but you destroyed everything. All of you - your little ideas - your desperate attempts to constantly fight against the times and the tide - it grew old. You were not being yourselves - and that is what I am here to remind each and every single one of you pathetic people. I've always had an affectioniate term with calling the "brass in the box" - and low to my surprise the same fucking man is still standing up there that I had a problem with so long ago. Hello Chaz - Hornet - whatever the fuck you are calling yourself now - it doesn't really matter what your name is does it - all the same asshole - and I'm still the SAME nightmare I was before. With that - I have returned. The Dark One - The Source of the Curse - The Reaper of Souls - The Unnamed - The Chosen - The DESTROYER.

[The fans are now shouting out all the old names they can remember. Such names as "Morttiis" "Satanik" and "Noctornus" are heard in chants. The voice continues.]

Voice: The one that has been watching over each and every single one of you ever since you came here - before you ever decided to even sign your soul over to the man sitting in the box - I have been studing you - watching you - and I have even followed the trail of one of your own's blood back to this place. I have trailed the man who challenged me and never decided to show up - so I obliterated him. He wasn't who you think he is - he's not one of your "own" per say. Then I followed him back to his nest - hoping to feast on the young ones that he might have at home - and WHAT A FEAST this is going to be. All of you - those stars in your eyes - those lovely little twinkle of glimmer that you actually believe you are going to survive the war that is facing you - that you are going to be the fucking lucky one that doesn't come home with his chin blown off of his liver in a jar of alcohol - well - guess what kiddies - the body count is going to rise now - the pile of dead bodies will only get higher. I think you all should know who I am - before I start making these claims.

[Dramatic pause.]

Voice: I am The Watchman.

[Then - all of a sudden - the voice faded out - and The Misfits "Last Caress blared over the speakers - and then stopped - then Tori Amos's "The Happy Phantom" started to play over the speakers - and it played the first few bars - and kept repeating - repeating like a broken record on the part where she sings so proudly.. "And if I died - And if I died - And if I died today - And if I died today" - and it kept repeating - and then it stopped - and was replaced by the power opening of a familiar song - Black Sabbath's "Planet Caravan" - which stopped - and all of a sudden Pantera's "Revolution is My Name" blared over the speakers - Phil's voice schreeching the title lyrics - and then it stopped.]

[And there was silence.]

[And then - the first few moaning chords - the first haunting chords of The Deftones "Be Quiet and Drive" played over the speakers - and it kept playing. And playing. And this time - it wasn't going to stop. In the ring - as the strobe lights flashed constantly on and off - making it look just like the slideshow we just saw up the huge HWF Tron - the mysery man begins taking off his mask and other blck clothing. You now see a man in 64 eye black boots - a pair of dark black khaki pants - and a long dark green jacket. He has on a blood red tight shirt that shows off his features - they sure have improved since this world last gazed eyes open him. This wasn't familiar to the fans - but the face - the outlines and features of the man were. Sure - the scar on the right side that went down from his eye to his lip was new - and the seven-sided star that was tattooed on the middle of his forehead had not been there - but the long red hair - the blue eyes - they were always the same. They never ever change. Nothing ever changes. You just get a different perspective.]

Tim: No - it - it - it - CAN'T BE!

Jeff: NO WAY! HE DIED IN THE BRUTAL WRESTLING ORGANIZATION! I SAW IT WITH MY OWN TWO EYES!

Tim: HIM AND HIS BROTHER BOTH DIED IN THE SAME RING!

Jeff: SO WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?! WHAT IS HE DOING BACK HERE?!

Tim: BUT HE'S HERE! IT'S HIM! THE HWF LEGEND, THE ORIGINAL... THE LOST SOUL!!

Jeff: THE LOST SOUL IS BACK IN THE HWF; BUT WHY? HOW THE FUCK IS HE BACK? WHAT DOES HE WANT?

[The camera slowly fades out on the reuniting of Vic Williams and The Lost Soul. The two gaze around the arena, as the strobe liht continues to play. You hear a faint "WEL-COME-BACK, WEL-COME-BACK" chant from the fans, although they are still upset over what the men did to xTa. The camera fades out to a still picture of Trevor Lasek. On the bottom of the screen, in white, is written the following... "In all of us here in HWF, we give all our thoughts and prayers to Trevor Lasek" ...a bell tolls in the backround, just as the footage cuts out.]