(The opening guitar rift of "Sweet Child o' Mine" by Guns n' Roses blasts out from the speakers. The crowd erupts as the lights dim and turn green. Green fireworks erupt from the entrance way, and Kris "The Executioner" Taylor emerges with a smirk on his face. He walks to the ring,
dressed in his black-and-green tights and his green leather trenchcoat. He slides in under the bottom rope, and walks to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rope and flashes the metal sign to the fans. The lighting returns to normal as the music cuts off.)

Tim: The ring has become a death machine as our HWF crew has wrapped the ropes in barbwire!

Jeff: I love this stuff...

{Marek and Kris drop the technical approach, immediately going after each other with punches. Marek takes the advantage, kicking Kris in the gut. Marek applies a standing head scissors and quickly pulls up Taylor and drops him with a devastating piledriver. Marek quickly gets back up, taking Kris by the head. Marek attempts with a whip to the barbwire, but Taylor reverses at the last moment, sending Marek into the barbwire! The crowd groans as Marek seems to stick to the barbwire. Taylor runs and nails a dropkick straight to the face of DRE. Marek falls limp off of the barbwire, his "DRE" tee shirt ripped in the back from the barbwire. The white shirt is turning a deep red as Kris pulls Marek to his feet. A kick to the gut from Taylor sends Marek keeling over. Taylor backs up a few feet, then takes a running jump and hits a jumping leg drop, driving Marek's face into the mat. Kris quickly rebounds to his feet, bringing Marek up. He attempts a whip to the barbwire, but DRE reverses. He sends Kris Taylor into the wire with force, taking a moment to rest. Then, Marek quickly puts on his accelerator, rushing towards Taylor. DRE hits a Mick Foley style clothesline, taking both men over the barbwire ropes!! Unlike normal, they practically stick to the ropes, until they spill on to the cement outside.}

Jeff: Both of these guys are in trouble early in this match!

Tim: Yeah, they're taking a lot of risks.

{Marek is the first to his feet. He walks over to the timekeeper's table, taking the table in his hands. He begins to drag it near Taylor, as the timekeeper quickly gets out of the way. Marek positions the table parallel to the ring apron, then picks Kris Taylor up and rolls him on to the table. Marek goes over the rail, into the crowd.}

Jeff: Where's he going?

{Marek then springboards himself off of the railing and hits a big splash onto Kris Taylor! The table crushes under the pressure, as both men seem to be out of it. The crowd starts a "HWF" chant as Marek hooks the leg of Taylor. The ref comes in for the count. 1....2... Kickout from the Executioner!}

Tim: Kris Taylor kicked out!

{Marek quickly gets enraged, as he goes around the ring, grabbing his bat. He begins to hit it against his hand, as he stalks Kris Taylor. Taylor backs against the steel post of the ring, trying to beg off DRE.}

Tim: No! No! No!

{DRE swings fiercely at Taylor, who manages to dodge the shot. DRE drops the bat on impact of the post, as Taylor takes him down with a double leg take down. Sorry about the pun... Taylor lays into Marek with punches, finally letting up. Taylor searches under the ring, pulling out a table. He puts the table in the ring, rolling Marek in after. Finally, Taylor gets in and sets up the table. He takes an unusual amount of time getting the table up, as one leg seems to not stay out. Thus, Marek has time to get up. Taylor gets frustrated with the table, leaving it at an angle with only one leg out. He turns and SMACK!!! Marek de Kere levels him with an awesome superkick!}

Jeff: WHOA!! Marek calls that Da Reel Extension!!!

{Taylor falls to the mat as Marek quickly brings him back to his feet. Marek puts his arm straight out and Taylor's arm over his shoulder. Turning to the table, Marek lifts Taylor up and plows him through the table with a Rock Bottom style sidewalk slam!!!}

Tim: Da Reel Ending!!!

{Marek stays on top as the ref comes in for the count. 1....2...3... NO!!! KICKOUT, KICKOUT!!!}

Jeff: "The Executioner" kicked out! Unbelievable!!!

Tim: Incredible!!!

{The crowd begins to chant "WE WANT TABLES *clap* *clap* *clap, clap, clap *!!!" Marek goes ballistic, not believing that Taylor kicked out. Marek quickly jumps in the refs face, then nails him with a right haymaker!!! The ref falls to the mat, but DRE isn't finished!!!}

Tim: Stop him! Stop him!

Jeff: Settle down, J.R...

{Marek picks the small referee up, applying a standing head scissors. Marek pulls the ref up on his back and drives him to the mat with a crucifix powerbomb!!! Kris Taylor gets to his feet and nails a running clothesline, as Marek wasn't even looking. Marek stumbles back into the barbwire, and his arms tangle in the barbwire!!! Kris Taylor goes to the outside. He folds two chairs up, throwing them into the ring one by one. He also takes a table from under the ring and slides it in. He slides under the bottom rope, picking up one of the chairs.}

Tim: The ref is dead, Marek is sticking to the barbwire like a fly to fly paper, and Kris is about to get EXTREME!!!

{Kris takes the chair and simply throws it at the head of Marek! It conks on Marek's head, as he finally falls off the barbwire. The Executioner sets the table up, right in the center of the ring. Marek takes a second wind and nails Kris with the chair from behind!!! The crowd boos as Marek slowly sets Taylor on the top rope.}

Jeff: What's he going do?!

{Marek climbs himself, in front of Kris. He pulls Taylor up as both are standing on the top turnbuckle. Marek positions Taylor for Da Reel Ending once more, but Kris knees Marek in the 'land down under!' The crowd screams as they almost fall of, but Kris manages to hook Marek's head and jump backwards, with an implant DDT through the table!!! The tables shatters as an "HWF" chant clouds the sound. Both men lie for a moment, until Kris rolls over Marek for the cover. The crowd goes nuts, since no referee is around. Finally, a backup ref comes running out and carefully slides under the barbwire. He then makes the count. 1......2.....3!!!}

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!!

Tim: Hangman's DDT through the table and Kris "The Executioner" Taylor is our winner for this one hell of a match!!!

{The crowd continues to scream their heads off as the show goes to commercial.}

{Commercials}

{The song "Smasher/Devourer" by Fear Factory blasts over the PA. Then after a minute the Saint walks through the entrance, carrying his bat. He is wearing a long sleeve Carcass "Heartwork" shirt plus black and white camo shorts. The Saint is followed by the two men from the crypt, wearing black cloaks. The all walk to and into the ring. The Saint takes the mic and speaks.}

The Saint: It is time to unveil my kindred. They are my Smasher and Devourer. They are my hunter killers. They are... NEW BREED!

{The two men take of their cloaks. The shorter man has short brown hair and odd facial hair. He is wearing a black long sleeve shirt with black cargo pants. The taller one is wearing black cargo shorts with a Fear Factory "Obsolete" shirt. He has long brown hair that is shaved on the sides. He has a thick go-t as the same color. The shorter one speaks.}

*The New Breed is here and the Nocturnal Supremacy grows stronger. We are the souls of this new machine. Prepare for the break of the Edgecrusher. Do you have anything to say Shock?

{Then the taller guy with long hair speaks.}

Shocker: We are the New Breed, we are the Future. I will be the power surge. Shock to the system. Electrified, amplified. Shock to the system!

The Saint: Now you have seen them. They will debut at Holiday Hangover 2. Send this juice bag out here.

{Then New Breed go outside the ring and wait for the match to start.}

Jeff: They're New Breed... I read the line-up for Holiday Hangover 2, these guys are facing the Bounty Hunters!

{The arena goes quiet and the lights go down low. A power guitar suddenly kicks in playing the same chord over and over, the music changes and pyros fly from the top of the ramp as, in a spotlight, Sammy Argon is seen, along with David and Thomas. The onlookers boo the arrogant
superstar, but he shakes it off and soaks up the fan's booing as if they were chanting his name. He walks to the ring, giving out autographed pictures to the fans. He climbs into the ring and warms up.}

Tim: These two men are scheduled for a Cage Match, so...

{On cue, the lights go out and spotlights shine to the rafters. They reveal the chain-link mesh cage, hanging above the ring. The cage begins its descent to the ring. Before it even is around the ring, the Saint attacks Sammy Argon. Argon has almost a seven inch height advantage over the Saint, so it's obvious why Saint took the early cheap shot. The cage comes down around the ring, as the Saint pounds away on Argon. Sammy shoves Saint back and plows over him with a clothesline. The Saint gets back up quickly, ducking another clothesline. The Saint nails a crescent kick to the jaw of Sammy, knocking 'Armageddon' to the mat. The Saint quickly gets Sammy to his feet and throws him into the side of the cage. Argon slides down the mesh, as Dave and Thomas try to cheer for him. The Saint runs and stomps on Argon, as Sammy tries to get up. Saint pounds on the back of Sammy, as Argon gets to his knees. Argon backs Saint off with an elbow to the stomach. Sammy quickly gets up and as Saint turns around, Sammy scoops him up for a running powerslam! Saint bounces off the mat on impact, as Argon's cheerleaders cheer wildly.}

Tim: This is a good match, so far.

{Sammy Argon goes for the early win, as he begins to climb the cage. He makes it about half way up until the Saint grabs him from behind. The Saint climbs up to the top rope, easily balancing on the ropes with the cage there. The Saint turns around, putting his arms around Argon. Saint jumps off with a devastating sitdown powerbomb!!! Both men are out of it as the impact was incredible.}

Tim: Oh my Jesus!!! The Saint almost powerbombed Sammy Argon through the ring!!

{Outside, Edgecrusher of New Breed takes a chair and throws it up and into the cage. This enrages Dave and Thomas as they begin to taunt New Breed from across the ring. New Breed, light on humor, begin to stalk around the ring, as Dave and Thomas regret their decision. As New Breed comes around on both sides, Dave shoves Thomas at Shocker. Dave takes the time to get out of Dodge, jumping over the railing. Edgecrusher chases after Dave, knocking over fans to get to him. Shocker has Thomas, who fainted, by the neck. Shocker takes Thomas by the shirt and throws him over the railing. Shocker goes after, toying with Thomas. All four disappear in the crowd, fighting to the back. In the cage, the Saint has gotten to his feet. Saint brings Sammy to his feet, locking him in a front waist lock. Saint then takes him over with a belly to belly suplex!! He quickly gets the chair, which was thrown over by Edgecrusher, and unfolds it. He sets it in the center of the ring. Saint picks up Sammy, kicking him in the gut. Saint puts him in a front face lock and hits a lookaway DDT onto the chair!!! The crowd starts a "HWF" chant as blood begins to drip from Sammy's face. The Saint stumbles to his feet and gets to the cage, beginning his ascent to the top of the cage. He gets to the top and starts down the other side. He lets go and free falls to the floor as the bell sounds.}

Jeff: The Saint has won this match!

Tim: What an impressive showing by the Saint!

Jeff: Yeah, I wonder if Dave and Thomas are ok?

Tim: *laughing* Who knows? Well, fans, we're going for a short commercial break and we'll be back with our main event!!

{Commercials}

Jeff: Everyone, welcome back to a terrific Saturday Suicide! We have one more match and this promises to be a thriller. A prelude of what's to come next week at Holiday Hangover 2, we will see "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe team up with Michael Trey to go up against "Vicious" Vic Williams and Malice in a Falls Count Anywhere match!

{The lights drop as the lights flicker white, as smoke bellows from the entrance way, Vic walks out, straight faced, and not even acknowledging the fans, Pollution by Limp Bizkit, slams the arena, as Vic makes a run into the ring, and slides under the ring, his trenchcoat trailing behind. He stands in the center his arms spread out, he spins pointing to the crowd with his left hand and, the fireworks explode in the aisle, of green, and gray fill the aisle, Vic takes his coat off, as the music ends.}

Tim: Vic Williams is a HWF legend, no doubt about it.

{Malice's music hits and he walks to the ring with an AmeriKa's Most Wanted shirt on. He walks to the ring with a mixed reaction from the crowd. He stops at the entranceway and a burst of flames shoot up in front of him. He then proceeds to walking to the ring. When he gets in the ring a set up above him showers down colorful sparks.}

Jeff: I wonder if Malice and Vic can coexist for this match, or will it just snowball into a four way homicide?!

{"Black" by Sevendust hits as the crowd erupts. The music gets going good and "The Icon" appears, wielding a ladder. Rykopathe carries the ladder to the ring, setting it down beside the ring. Rykopathe looks around, then begins to climb the ladder. He reaches the second rung from the top and raises his arms.}

Tim: That ladder has been a big part of "The Icon's" previous matches, it's almost a given that it'll be used tonight!

{"The World is Not Enough" slowly builds as the lights dim to near dark. As the music continues towards the chorus, you see Michael finally enter the arena from backstage. Silver laser lights race around the entrance area and finally center on Trey, who is very solemn and waits with his head
down. The chorus begins while you hear explosions and see the laser lights begin to flicker and fly around all over. Michael raises his head and raises his arms to the crowd as he finally approaches and enters the ring.}

Jeff: All of the men are in the ring, each taking their own corner...

{Each man is standing in one of the four turnbuckles, simply waiting for someone to go first.}

Tim: We've got a stand off here...

{Rykopathe goes first, running across the ring. He's met by Malice, as the two begin to slug it out. Vic and Trey start to go at it, as all four men throw hard punches. The Icon and Malice brawl their way over the ropes and spill to the cement outside! Vic takes the advantage over Trey and tosses him through the ropes to the outside, near Malice and Rykopathe. All three start to brawl, hitting anyone they can get a hold of. Inside the ring, Vic takes a running start, springboards off the top rope, and planchas on top of all three!!! They all scatter on impact, even Vic is hurt.}

Jeff: Good, God! Vic Williams is awesome!

{Michael Trey seemed to have gotten the least of the most, as he is back to his feet. Trey folds up a steel chair and nails Malice in the chest with it! Trey then places the chair on Malice's face, as he climbs on to the apron. Trey uses the ropes to springboard off, turning in mid air and landing a leg drop onto Malice's steel-covered-face!! The familiar chant of "HWF" consumes the arena, as Michael rolls out of the way, clutching his leg. Malice is bloodied from the move, the chair still covering his face. The Icon is on his feet and picks up Vic Williams. The Icon hits a few shots to the head, before throwing Vic over the railing and into the crowd. The Icon drags the railing back, allowing room. He then gets on to the apron, his back to Vic. With one swift move, Icon nails Vic with a springboard moonsault!! Rykopathe slips on impact, due to some spilt beer all over the floor. He clutches his knee in agony, as the fans try to get on camera.}

Tim: Man, I can't even commentate on this match... The match is speaking for itself!

Jeff: Is that your way of saying you can't think of anything clever to say?

Tim: Uh... yeah.

{Meanwhile, Malice has removed the chair from his face and slides it in the ring. Blood drips from his face, as his brown hair has turned a bloody dark. He takes the World Champion and rolls him into the ring. Malice sets the chair in the center of the ring, unfolded. He then takes Trey by the arm, whipping him to the ropes. As Trey comes back, Malice hits him with a drop toe hold which sends Trey's jaw smacking into the back (not the seat) of the chair!!! The chair dents on impact as the crowd looks on in awe. Malice has obviously lost it, as he gets back up with a devilish look in his eye. Michael Trey is bleeding from the mouth, possibly missing teeth. Malice takes the chair and makes his ascent to the top rope. The blood loss takes its toll as Malice has a hard time making it up. Michael Trey, in a last ditch effort, bounds to his feet. He rushes at Malice, then bounds off the second rope. Trey hits a swift kick to the chair, sending it into the face of Malice!! Trey falls to the mat, looking up to see what happens to Malice. Malice looks into the crowd, completely out of it, before he free falls off the top rope. He crashes into the steel railing, knocking over that section of railing. Michael Trey takes a sigh of sickening relief, taking a moment to rest.}

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!! Malice is dead! Malice is dead!

{In the crowd, the Icon and Vic have continued their fight. Vic seems to have the advantage as he throws Icon back over to the ring area. Vic stumbles over himself, slowly walking to the Icon. From the back, Kris "The Executioner" Taylor comes running out, to attend to Malice. He kneels beside his partner, as Vic climbs to the rope. Vic turns, with a crucified pose, to the crowd. He looks out to the fans as they continue to cheer. With intensity, Vic yells out "I'M "VICIOUS" VIC FUCKING WILLIAMS!!!" before he dives of with a swan dive style senton bomb on to the Icon on the outside. Then, Marek "DRE" de Kere appears in the entrance, with his bat. He runs down to Kris Taylor and nails him across the back with his bat. Then, School House Rocks appear from the back! They go after AmeriKa's Most Wanted.}

Tim: The flood gates have opened!!!

{Natural Born Killer and Lukas Williams are next as they join the brawl. Michael Trey is outside also, fighting anyone near. Then, a masked man in a SlipKnot shirt and black and white camo shorts appears from the crowd! He takes after The Icon. "Marquee" Burton Adler then appears from the back, rushing to fight anyone. Sammy Argon comes also as he and Adler begin to double team the masked man. Together, they rip the mask off to reveal the Saint!!!}

Jeff: The Saint!! The Saint was the one who just beat the crap out of the Icon!

Tim: Folks, we're out of time! No Suicide this week, due to Holiday Hangover 2, so join us this Sunday, January 30th in Boston! Goodnight, everyone!

{The shows begins to go off the air, as wrestlers are still coming out. The New Breed has come out to assist the Saint, as the three begin to dismantle Adler and Argon. The Bounty Hunters run to the ring, going after the New Breed! The crowd begins to throw their beer into the ring with an incredible "HWF" chant.}