(The lights in the arena go out as the words "Fuck you I won't do what you tell me" blare over the P.A. system. The fans go nuts figuring out who it is. Green and white pyro go off all over the arena as a green strobe light flashes from the top of the ramp. From the back a figure wearing a long leather jacket emerges. He starts to walk to the ring. He slaps hands with the fans He rolls into the ring and takes off the jacket jumping up on all four turnbuckles waiving to the fans. He jumps down from the fourth one and stands beside Tim Miller.)

Tim- Well fans, here he is, former HWF champ. Hell he is a former champ for every title. He is Extream.

(The fans are still on their feet cheering for Extream. He waives to the fans again then goes back to Tim.)

Tim- Well Extream I guess I will ask the popular question, Why come back?

Extream- Tim, I think it is very easy to figure out, listen to these fans.

(The fans start to cheer yet again as Extream just smiles and nods.) Extream- This is why I am back. I knew that I left a little prematurely. I guess I just needed some time off. I hurt my back in a hardcore match and had some surgery. But my doctors have cleared me to wrestle again, and I had to come back to the HWF.

Tim- Well I can say it is great to have your authority hating ass back.

(The fans cheer to that comment.)

Tim-Now what's all this fuss about you wanting to take out the new HWF champ and his stable?

Extream-**laughing** Oh hell yeah. That's a fact. Hell that's the main thing I wanted to talk about here tonight. You know these guys pissed me off. The reason for this is simple, they sound a hell of a lot like The Elite. You remember The Elite don't you Tim?

Tim- I sure do, The best of the best, doing what they wanted when they wanted.

Extream-That's right, and now that Vic is retired I am going to have to be the only one defending that name. I don't think anyone in the fed is going to want to join my little stable. Cause we all know that the HWF wouldn't be the same without Extream and The Elite.

(The fans stand on their feet and start chanting "Elite")

Extream- Hell you can see the fans want it.

Tim-That is definitely the truth. The fans have always loved the way you wrestle. Just one more thing there Extream, what do you want to say to the Hardcore Champ, The World Champ, and the Tag Team Champs.

Extream- Well first thing is the way you put it. Not naming them, but just saying the titles they own. We all know the title you hold is nothing if you don't have the talent to keep them. That group of men, they are talented but they are not talented enough to hold any of those titles. Right now I am only going to speak about NBK. Now NBK, you have the Hardcore title. You may be very proud of yourself, but I saw how you got it. "The Icon" handed the damn thing to you. A big fucking deal. What I am going to do......tonight, is take that little title away from you.

(The fans go crazy.)

Extream-NBK, you wouldn't want to stop the fans from seeing that match do you. Hell even if you don't accept my challenge, I will find you in the back, drag your sorry ass out here in front of the fans and take your ass "Too The Extreme"

(Extream puts his hands in the air as the fans cheer for his walking to the back. Tim Miller walks out of the ring as Suicides music begins and the show gets ready to start.)

Jeff: I guess I've got to start this thing, since Tim is walking like a damn girl... Welcome everyone to this week's edition of Saturday Suicide!!! Fresh off the heels of Holiday Hangover 2, we are ready for some action!

Tim: Am I on?

Jeff: Ummm... nope... Can't hear you.

Tim: Really?

Jeff: What'd I just say?

(Tim pulls Jeff's headset off and talks into his own, realizing it does work. He throws the headset back at Jeff.)

Tim: You idiot... Ok, fans, welcome to...

Jeff: Already done that, Einstein.

Tim: Oh... well, I guess we're ready for our first match?

("The Mirror" by Dream Theater blasts over the PA. After a minute, Keileen and Mr. Tenjen walk through the entrance. Then "Marquee" Burton Alder walks through the entrance. As he begins to walk down the aisle, Thorne Reinhardt comes running from the back. He nails Marquee in the head as Adler falls to the ground. The crowd jeers as Thorne assaults Marquee in the aisle.)

Tim: Thorne Reinhardt isn't making any friends tonight!

(Thorne takes Adler into the ring, following after. Marquee drives an elbow in the sternum of Reinhardt, breaking the momentum. Adler is up and drives a forearm into the head of Thorne. Adler backs him into the ropes and lifts his knee into the mid-section of Reinhardt. Adler attempts an Irish whip, but Thorne quickly reverses. Adler comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt. He turns and nails Thorne with a sidekick to the jaw! Thorne Reinhardt stumbles backwards, into the ropes. He holds himself up, but is completely "out on his feet.")

Jeff: Man, what a kick!

(Adler quickly hits a double leg take down. He nails repeated punches, until Reinhardt grabs Adler's arm. Thorne quickly squirms around turning it into an arm bar. Adler slips out of the hold as he crawls into the corner. Thorne stands up, dazed. He turns and begins running, nailing a drop kick to the face of Burton Adler!)

Tim: ouch!

(Thorne drags Adler to his feet, applying a standing head scissors. Adler quickly pulls Thorne's legs out from underneath him. Adler holds on to his legs, dropping a leg drop into the nether region of Reinhardt. Adler quickly gets to his feet, ascending the turnbuckle. Marquee leaps off with a guillotine leg drop to Reinhardt! Adler grabs a hold of Thorne's arm and applies a triangle hold (or a figure four head lock, whichever you prefer) to Thorne. Adler applies all of his leg strength, trying to make Reinhardt submit. After a moment of trying to escape, Reinhardt rolls the hold over and gets on to his knees. Adler looks alarmed as Thorne starts to get up, with Adler still on his head. Reinhardt is turning red as he stands straight up. With a smooth motion, Thorne throws Adler off and sits down with sitting reverse powerbomb! Both men are out of breath, as they stay on the mat.)

Jeff: What a desperation move!

(Thorne slowly crawls over to Marquee as he grabs his leg in a half crab. Adler screams as he forces Thorne off of his leg. Thorne is back to his feet, dragging Adler up too. Thorne whips Adler towards the ropes, but Adler reverses. Thorne holds on to Adler's arm as Adler goes for a short arm clothesline. Thorne ducks and gets behind him, locking in the half nelson choke hold he calls Mein Kampf! He locks his legs around Marquee as Adler slowly begins to fade.)

Tim: Mein Kampf!!! Marquee is done for!

(Marquee struggles but quickly passes out. The referee checks Marquee out and rings the bell.)

Jeff: Thorne wins it!

Tim: But Burton Adler NEVER tapped out!

Jeff: So? He still was rendered unconscious... That's about as close as you get to a submission.

(Thorne taunts the crowd as they go to a commercial. When the commercials are done, the HWF ring has been covered in a "Hardcore Hell in a Cell" leaving room for the participants to enter.)

Tim: Fans, next we have in store for you, a Hardcore Hell in a Cell match. The only way to win is get out of the roof door, using the ladders inside.

("REVOLUTION!" is heard over the P.A system and is shortly followed by the loud sound of Limp Bizkit's Break Stuff. The lights begin to flash different amounts of numerous colors as The Revolution Brad Hunter walks out from the entranceway. The crowd gives him an enormous amount of cheers as Hunter makes his way down the isle. Brad Hunter jumps up on top of the apron and hops over the top ropes.)

Jeff: The debut of Brad Hunter is what a newcomer would dream of. Fighting in an insane match against an insane guy... I envy "The Revolution."

(A instrumental version of "Antichrist Superstar" starts and there are mixed reactions from the HWF fans, some of them still hate the arrogant Argon, but some of the more sadistic of the fans warmed to the new attitude of Sammy. He walks out on his own, Thom and Dave are nowhere to be seen and he is carrying a sack on his back, full of weapons. Sammy rolls into the ring as Brad Hunter meets him with a fury of kicks. The cell then lowers to the full extent and the bell sounds. Brad Hunter quickly gets Sammy to his feet. Hunter nails a backhand chop.)

Crowd: WHOOOOOOO!

(Hunter nails another chop.)

Crowd: WHOOOOOOO!

(Sammy battles back with a chop of his own.)

Crowd: WHOOOOOOO!

(Hunter kicks Sammy in the knee and backs him into the ropes. He goes to whip Sammy across the ring, but Argon won't budge. Hunter pulls again, but no avail. Hunter then holds on his right hand and with the left arm, clothesline Sammy Argon over the top! They both spill out of the ring, smacking into the cement below. Brad Hunter stumbles to his feet, using the ring to hold himself up. Hunter brings Argon up and rams him into the cell. Argon blocks the second attempt and sends Brad Hunter into the cell. Argon repeatedly slams Hunter's face into the cell until Brad Hunter begins to bleed from his forehead. Although a minor cut, Sammy Argon begins to smile. The new extremeness of Argon is shown as Argon throws Brad Hunter back into the ring, rolling in after him. Argon goes over towards the sack, pulling out a 2x4 wrapped in barbwire wire! The crowd cheers for the barbwire as Argon holds it in the air, waiting for Brad Hunter to get up. "The Revolution" crawls to his feet, turning around. He turns right into a shot from Argon! The barbwire bashes into the skull of Brad Hunter, knocking him to the canvas. His face covered in a crimson mask, he rolls around on the mat. Sammy Argon swings again, but missed and hits the mat. Hunter sees the opportunity and dives at Argon, tackling him into the ropes.)

Tim: Folks, I hate to take away from this match, but I've just gotten word there's something going on backstage.

(Cutting to backstage, a camera is outside of a door reading "NBK." A young man knocks on the door. The door opens to Natural Born Killer. The man hands NBK a letter and quickly scurries away. NBK turns back into the locker room, where the rest of the Hardcore Revolution is. He opens the letter, reading it aloud.)

NBK: Hey Champ... I have had my eye on you for a long time and now that you are in my town, I would like to do you a little favor. There is a picture of me inside. If you like, meet me by the front doors. Love, a secret admirer.

(NBK pulls out the picture mentioned as the camera zooms in. The picture is of a gorgeous blond woman, in a pose even HWF TV can't show. The woman's chest is blurred out. School House Rocks and "The Icon" congratulate NBK as he smiles.)

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

(The shot goes back to the match.)

Tim: It seems Natural Born Killer is on cloud nine this week!

(Sammy Argon has beaten Brad Hunter down, as he goes back to the sack. He pulls out a much smaller bag, reaching inside. Sammy Argon begins to sprinkle thumbtacks on the canvas to an unbelievable response from the crowd. At this point, Dave and Thomas - Sammy's stooges - begin to come down to ringside. Argon throws the back down and goes after Hunter. Argon applies a standing head scissors and picks Hunter up over his head for a powerbomb. The Revolution reverses and hits a hurricanrana!!! Sammy lands on tons of thumbtacks, screaming in agony.)

Jeff: It backfired on Sammy!

(Suddenly, Warrant -one half of the Bounty Hunters- comes running down the aisle. He begins to ascend the cell as Brad Hunter has gotten a ladder from underneath the ring. Warrant has made it on top of the cell and is coming through the opening!)

Tim: What the hell is he doing?

(Brad Hunter slides the ladder in the ring as Warrant has started to assault Sammy Argon. Hunter slides in, confused by Warrant. Warrant then sees Brad Hunter and turns to him. Warrant nails Hunter with a fury of punches. Sammy Argon a.k.a. the Human Pincushion comes from behind and nails Warrant. Sammy and Hunter actually work together in going after Warrant. They whip him across the ring and as he comes back, they lift him up and go for a back body drop to the outside! Warrant doesn't make the whole flip and lands directly on his head and neck!!! Warrant doesn't move as Brad Hunter and Sammy Argon look down at him. Dark Force -Warrant's partner- comes running from the back followed by a team of paramedics. The cell is raised as Dark Force tries to help Warrant. The paramedics make him move away as they attend to Warrant.)

Tim: Warrant landing very awkwardly on his neck, folks... This doesn't look good at all.

(The bell sounds as Sammy Argon and Brad Hunter look at each other.)

Jeff: What was that for?

Tim: I've been told this match has been ruled a no contest in order to help Warrant.

(Sammy Argon looks enraged as he attacks Brad Hunter. The two battle back and forth out of the ring. They continue to fight down the aisle until they are broken up by what's left of the HWF referees. Dave and Thomas come to Sammy's side, but Sammy shoves them aside and walks to the back. Brad Hunter walks to the back also, with Dave and Thomas slowly going too. Meanwhile, the paramedics have placed Warrant on the stretcher and secured him with a neck brace. They begin to wheel him out, as he still hasn't moved. The camera zooms into Dark Force, as a tear begins to roll down his cheek.)

Jeff: This is horrible...

Tim: Fans, I would like for you all to pray for this young man in Warrant... Thing do not look good at this point...

(The shot switches to the back area, where NBK comes out of his locker room. The camera follows him as he makes his way to meet the secret admirer. He gets to the entrance of the arena, to find the same woman shown in the picture, standing near the door. She is dressed in a black leather jacket with only one button buttoned. This gives a very large view of her chest, not to mention the skin tight leather pants. She motions for NBK to follow her, as she exits the arena. NBK follows her outside, to find her standing next to a black limousine. NBK walks over to her, as she points for him to get in.)

NBK: Aren't you comin`?

Woman: I've got to get my surprise... Get in and wait. I'll be right back.

(NBK steps into the limousine, checking out all of the luxurious items inside. The woman walks up to the passenger door, opening it. Extream comes out of the limo, wielding a tire iron!! He smiles at the woman as she points to the back of the car. Extream runs to the back, jumping NBK. He nails him a few times with the tire iron, before getting in and shutting the door!!! The limousine peels out with NBK and Extream in the back!!! The HWF copyright info appears on the screen as it fades to black.)