 February 17th, 2001 [6:57 pm | The Amarillo Civic Center, Amarillo Texas] [The screen fades in from black. All you can hear is a deafening chant of "H-W-F, H-W-F"... the shot fades into the inside of the Amarillo Civic Center, where about 8,000 HWF fans are on their feet. "Last Resort" by Papa Roach blasts throughout the PA System, as fireworks go off beneath the Extream Screen. The camera cuts to the ring. The ring is oddly enough empty, as Tim Miller and Jeff Robsinson sit at ringside. As the fireworks from the opening of Sucide end, we hear a familiar tune.]
Fortune fade... [Lance Sterling IS HERE!! Lance has...DAMMIT!!! That's not Lance! Out from behind the curtain, dressed in a classic Lance Sterling robe is Jonathan Storm! Casey "Sunshine" Band walks with him, holding his hand, and the HWF Canadian Title. He smirks as he steps down the aisle towards the ring. When he and Casey walk into the ring, they are greeted with massive amounts of boos, and he revels in them. Raising his hands in the air, Casey grabs him a microphone, and he begins to speak.] Jonathan Storm: Last weekend, I made history when I finally put that self-centered, arrogant, untalented jackass Lance Sterling out of the HWF. Now I know there's got to be one or two "smart marks" out there, saying to themselves "All you did was beat Lance Sterling! You didn't take him out!" To them I say...you're wrong. You see, Lance Sterling can't stand failure. Lance can't stand to know that he's wrong...and he was terribly wrong. Lance Sterling failed against me, and because of that, he won't be back for a VERY long time. Lance Sterling may never come back, and I for one, wouldn't mind one bit. [The crowd is booing him like crazy! He smirks as he takes the Sterling robe off, and Casey hands him the Canadian Title, as he looks right into the camera, pointing at it.] Jonathan Storm: Sterling, look closely at the man who eliminated you for good. Take a good look at "Pop Perfection". What you see here, is your superior. Now that you know for sure, run and tell your little buddy, whoever the hell he is, and tell him that he's in for the fight of his life against myself and Phoenix tonight. I know you're going to call him, because I know you're not in this building. You're scared to be here, because you're scared to fail again. You're afraid of me, Sterling, and that's okay...because you should be. You should fear what I could do, and what I have yet to do. I'm not done embarassing you, Sterling...not by a long shot. So gather your wits, because in the next few weeks, you're life is going to become miserable, and I'll continue to be simply POP PERFECTION! [The sounds of Oleander's "Are You There" begin to play as Storm smirks, going to the turnbuckle to taunt the fans. They shower him with boos, and some of them even with soda cups and popcorn.] Jeff: I really hate that guy... Tim: I thought you would... Anyway, welcome HWF fans to Saturday Suicide... Jeff: I hate Jon Storm... Tim: We have a HUGE card for you tonight, coming off of Holiday Hangover 3... Jeff: I hate Storm... Tim: And main-eventing is Vic Williams and Lost Soul... The Misf..er, The Watchmen finally collide!! Jeff: I ha- Tim: Okay, we get it!! [Jeff glares over at Tim.] Tim: Let's just get onto the first match... Jeff: Whatever. ["Enter Sandman" by Metallica fills the arena and the crowd gives a stading ovation for David Zakin. A huge explosion of redy pyro goes off and the crowd gets louder. Zakn emerges from the smoke with his signature weapon, a barbwire kendo stick. Karman comes out a little after him and gets the crowd hyped up. Zakin and Karman go down to the ring sidebyside. Zakin slides in and hops up on the turnbuckle. Zakin is interupted by Mayhem's music. As Rob Zombie's voice echoes throughtout the arena, Mayhem dashes out to ringside. He slides in the ring and runs at Zakin.] Tim: Holy shit!! Renegade isn't even out here yet...
3-Way Elimination Submission Match [Zakin swings at Mayhem with the stick, but Mayhem ducks. Mayhem bounces off the opposite ropes and goes for a lariat, but Zakin ducks. Mayhem turns around and CRACK!! ... He gest blasted over the head with the barbed-wire kendo stick. The ref immediately grabs the stick from Zakin and pushes him towards a corner. Zakin and the ref begin arguing back and forth.] Jeff: Zakin should be in the big leagues with a swing like that. Tim: Yeah, an illegal swing like that. Jeff: Hey, the match didn't start yet... [The ref and Zakin continue arguing, as "Thunder Underground" by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the speakers. The crowd cheers and some hold up lighters in the near dark, as the lights return and Renegade comes out from the back. He runs to the ring as well and dives in. The bell sounds, as Renegade dashes towards Zakin. As he does, the rising Mayhem intercepts him and spears him right down to the ground. Mayhem begins delivering stiff shots to Renegade's head, as Zakin closes in. Zakin pulls Mayhem off of Renegade and drops him with an inverted DDT. Renegade quickly gets up and begins trading lefts and rights with Zakin. Zakin comes out on top, and drops Renegade with a low knee. Mayhem begins to get up, as Zakin whips Renegade to the ropes. Mayhem runs next to Zakin and the two double back-body drop Renegade over. Renegade lands hard and instictively rolls to the outside.] Tim: Renegade heading for a timeout... [Zakin turns towards Mayhem, just as Mayhem smacks him in the face. Mayhem lays a couple more fists to Zakin's gut, and then whips him to the ropes. Zakin bounces off, and Mayhem drops him with a flying lariar. Zakin rolls to the outside as well, right next to the rising Renegade. Renegade pulls up Zakin by the hair, as Mayhem begins scaling the ropes in the ring.] Jeff: Where's the big man going!?! Tim: Which big man? [Mayhem gets to the top rope, and looks down at Renegade and Zakin on the arena floor. Mayhem screams out and then dives off for a plancha. Zakin moves to the right, however, and Renegade moves to the left - sending Mayhem stomach-first onto the guardrail and into the crowd.] Tim: OH NO!! ["HO-LY-SHIT, HO-LY-SHIT"] Jeff: That's what happens when those powerhouses try to fly. Tim: Very insightful, Jeff... you're still one of the best! Jeff: Thanks!! [Renegade gains his composure and walks towards Zakin. He grabs him by the hair again and throws him into the ring. Zakin is quick to his feet, and Renegade rolls in after him. Zakin meets Renegade with a kick to the gut. Renegade doubles over and Zakin grabs onto one of the ropes. He springs up to the top rope, moonsaults over Renegade, and keeps rotating - while incredibly dropping Renegade with an x-factor!!] Jeff: OH MY GOD!! Tim: The Triple D - Death Defying Drop!! [Zakin forces Renegade onto his back, and applies a fujiwara armbar. Renegade screams out in pain, as Zakin tries to break his arm. The ref checks on Renegade, but he won't give. Zakin eventually gives in, and releases the hold on Renegade. Zakin stands up and pulls Renegade to his feet. He shoves Renegade into a corner and begins choking him with a boot. Zakin backs up a little, and then starts "warming up" his leg.] Tim: Shadow Kick, maybe!?! [Sure enough, Zakin goes for a standing side kick to Renegade's chest, but Renegade moves and Zakin's leg collides with the top turnbuckle.] Jeff: THAT MUST HURT!! [Zakin drops to the ground, holding his knee. Renegade instinctively hooks the leg and applies a single leg crab. The ref checks on Zakin, as Renegade grabs the rope for extra added leverage. Zakin screams loudly, as the tendons in his knee get stretched even more. The cameras get a close up on Zakin and the ref's faces, as Renegade keeps the hold on.] Tim: Renegade is cut corners toni- ["CLANK"] Tim: What the fuck!?! [The cameras cut to the outside of the ring, where Mayhem drops a chair and slowly rolls in. Inside the ring, Renegade has collapsed and Zakin is slowly crawling away from the corner. Mayhem stands up, still holding his stomach, and starts stomping on Renegade.] Jeff: Damn, I wish I would have saw that chairshot.. Tim: Don't worry, I'm sure they'll edit it in on the replay. Jeff: Oh, goodie!! [Mayhem lifts Renegade to a standing position, and then belly-to-belly suplexes him to the mat. He turns around and grabs Zakin. Zakin, who is still favoring his right knee, attempts a front kick - but Mayhem catches it and spins him around. As he does so, Mayhem lifts him up into press slam position. With Renegade still on the ground, Mayhem throws Zakin's body onto Renegade. Both men begin rolling around in agony, as the fans cheer Mayhem.] Tim: What a move by Mayhem!! Jeff: What a comeback by Mayhem!! [Mayhem goes after Renegade now, and locks on a dragon sleeper. Renegade tries to squirm out of it, but can't. The ref checks on a submission, but Renegade won't tap. Zakin begins stirring, but doesn't attempt to break up the submission. Slowly but surely, Renegade pulls himself up to his feet and snapmares Mayhem over. Mayhem tries to keep the grip on, but ends up getting kicked in the back HARD by Renegade. He finally releases the hold, as Renegade slumps backwards.] Tim: I thought he had Renegade there... [Renegade falls into the corner, as Mayhem rises to his feet. Mayhem looks down at Renegade, but suddenly turns around to see a charging Zakin. Zakin goes for a clothesline, but Mayhem ducks and applies a standing chickenwing.] Jeff: Uh-oh... [Mayhem tries for a standing arm bar, as well... but instead reaches under Zakin's right knee and attempts to lift it up into the air. He, then, locks his hands. The result is a menacing looking submission hold.] Tim: HOLY LORD!! Jeff: What a variation of Penance by Mayhem!! [Mayhem wrenches on this spotaneous hold VERY tight, as Renegade rises to his feet. Renegade doesn't move an inch, as he looks at Zakin trying to fight off the pain. Zakin eventually can't take it, and taps out.] Tim: He's out!! Nigel Rolston: David Zakin has been ELIMINATED!! [Mayhem drops Zakin out of the hold, and immediately turns around. As he does, Renegade slaps on a choke hold. Mayhem tries to break free, but Renegade ends up hoisting him up onto the second rope. The ref helps Zakin roll out of the ring, as Mayhem breaks the choke and applies a front chancery from the second turnbuckle.] Tim: Renegade and Mayhem are fighting at dangerous heights... well, at least Mayhem is!! [Mayhem stands up, but doubles over from a gut shot. Renegade grabs him in a choke again and, this time, lifts him up and slams him all the way to the mat with a choke slam. The fans pop a little, as Renegade calls the ref over.] Jeff: HUGE CHOKESLAM BY RENEGADE!! [Renegade grabs Mayhem by the head/neck and applies a laying front chancery.] Tim: That's a choke!! Jeff: No it isn't... that was one of those holds I used to use... Tim: Exactly... [The ref checks for a choke, but doesn't signal anything. Mayhem grasps for breath but, after about 15 or 20 seconds, his body goes limp. Renegade, now, puts his feet on the bottom ropes, as the ref checks for Mayhem to give up. Mayhem isn't moving however, so the ref begins the arm-check test.] Tim: Uh-oh... three drops and he's out!! [The ref lifts Mayhem's arm, and drops it to the ground.] ["ONE"] [The ref lifts Mayhem's arm a second time, and it hits the mat again.] ["TWO"] Jeff: Here it comes!! [The ref lifts up Mayhem's arm again, and stalls at the peak. He drops the arm again, but Mayhem holds it about 4 inches above the mat. The fans begin to cheer a little, but Mayhem's strength suddenly gives way and the arm slams the mat a third time. The bell sounds.] Jeff: Renegade won!! [The bell sounds, as Nigel announces the winner.] Tim: Hold on... the match is over, BREAK THE HOLD!! [Renegade keeps the hold on a little longer, but then eventually lets it go. He slowly rolls up to his feet and the ref raises his arm. "Thunder Underground" blasts through the speakers again, as both Renegade and a limping David Zakin make their way to the back.] Jeff: Valiant effort by Zakin and Mayhem but Renegade was just the better man. Tim: Better man!?! He used a chokehold!! Jeff: IT WAS A FRONT CHANCERY!! Tim: But he was choking him!! Jeff: Whatever... Tim: Yeah, whatever... go to commercial... [Renegade disappears through the curtain, as Mayhem begins to rise. The camera slowly fades to commercial.] [Commercials] Tim: Alright, we're back... and the Smackdown! Title match is on it's way... Jeff: Pfft, who cares. Silky doesn't even give a damn about this worthless title anymore, this title doesn't mean shit, it's just a painfull reminder of a has-been federation. Tim: But the holder of the belt is one of the best in the buisness. Jeff: Yeah whatever, now all we wait.....is for Night Stalker to come out here and...actually, I'd normally root for Stalker but he lost to a WOMAN! MUAHAHAHAH! [Suddenly the lights cut...] Jeff: And here's Night Stalker... [BUT....his Serene music doesn't play, instead a Electonic Beat and Rewind noise is head...then a man starts singing: "I get drunk and I stumble to the phone and conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone. Fucked Up, tore back. I need to take a piss, Only when I'm drunk, I sing a song like this. My grandma and your grandma.....Sittin' by the fire. Hold on turn that beat off. Na, keep it going. Crazy Town, yo y'all just not knowing.....] Tim: What the fuck? Jeff: SHIT! It's CRAZY TOWN's "Only When I'm Drunk!" Tim: Who's music is this shit? [Suddenly the Extream Screen lights up, you're now viewing a wall, as the music continues in the background...but fainter...then you hear a voice.] Voice: Uhhh, dick'ead? I'm over hear. [The camera pans really quickly and you're facing....The "Drunken Master" Bisc Li. Dressed in his attire you saw him in last week, Hong Kong Kung Fu upper body in black with gold pins, and black Tajiri style pants with gold flames going up ankle high....and his belt with a bottle hanging on the side which contains his Alcaholic Beverage. Bisc's eyes are still sorounded in eyeshadow...with it tearing down to his cheeks and on his head.....a 3 inch long lump....a gift from Trey, Michael Trey.] [The crowd is booing enormously.] Bisc Li: Well, well, well....look what we have hear. Jeff man, how could you...of all people, call the SWF Title worthless? SHUT THE HELL UP PEOPLE. Man, you know I still care deeply for that fed...and what it means. Anyway, you're all still wondering about Trey and Phoenix and I. Well, we'll get more on that later. For now, I just want to comment on this Smackdown Title matchup. Seeing how Jeff, my favorite announcer, think's it's worthless.....I decided to instill some worth into it. For from now on, if you're a Smackdown Title holder...you're definately hard2thefuckingcore. So from the NEXT title defence....the Smackdown Title will carry a new HWF Set of Rules which still give it that Smackdown "Breakdown" Feel. Jeff: What do you propose 'o Biscy one? Bisc Li: Well. I've never been a fan of interference... [Crowd boo's enourmously still.] Bisc Li: Sooo, I've decided to drop that stinkin' "Run in at any time" ruleing. I'm going to give this belt the stips I was going to give it when Silky and I talked ALONG time ago about the possiblities of a SWF Belt in the HWF. From now on....ALL Smackdown Title Matches and Smackdown Matches will run with the following stips, think of a poitn system people....but first, Smackdown Division matches run with a STRICT 30 minute timelimit......in that time limit there's two options....be the first with the most amount of points at the end of the limit to keep the belt, or climb a ladder that is on the outside to the Smackdown Belt which is hanging in the ring. Points are awarded like this...
2 points are awarded for FIRST Blood... ...There is a ladder outside of the ring and the Smackdown title always hangs above the ring. If someone scales the ladder in the course of 30 minutes and grabs the title: regardless of where they stand in the points race, the match is over and they win the title. [Bisc pauses, and smiles a bit.] Bisc Li: That Smackdown Belt and Smackdown Division is now NO pushover. And don't think this division's going to be a pushover, you bet you're going to see some of the BEST matches in this divison, can you handle it? However, I've decided to cut the Smackdown Stips from this week's matchup and just have it a one-on-one no DQ matchup between Stalker and Solomon. I don't want any people running in and winning the belt that don't belong in the Smackdown Division. Anyway slappy's, enjoy......oh and you fuckheaded ball goof in the front row with the "I Love Michael Trey" poster....you can suck my schlong ho.... [The crowd seems genuinly enthused about the Smackdown Divison's stips, but still Boo's Bisc as the camera fades back to the ring.] Tim: WOW, our VP has actually made a cool decision...these Smackdown Division stips will be awesome. You're gunna have to be fucking hardcore to own that belt man. Jeff: You doubted our VP? Speaking of Bisc...he's got cool music! And I want to know what's the go with him and Phoenix, are they aligned? Tim: Of course they're fucking aligned. Jeff: Well, if they're aligned what's going to happen tonight...when my man Lance...who will hopefully no-show like it looks like he's going to... Tim: Hopefully? Jeff: Yeah, beacuse then I won't have to go for the team of Trey and Sterling, I can then go for Phoenix and Storm! Tim: It actually seems like Michael isn't going to show up, he hasn't been seen since that HWF-TV special thing with him in the Hospital earlier in the week, we haven't even seen him hear tonight. [Then the sound of wind is heard through the PA followed by the sound of a guitar. The lights dim to a dull red color, the color of dried blood. A chill runs through crowd as a single flame appears in the center of the stage. As the song picks up, the flame grows and grows. Suddenly as the song picks up fully, the stage explodes in gray and black pyrotechnics. As the smoke clears, the flame remains on the stage as Night Stalker, clad in a black trenchcoat and black sunglasses, walks out. He walks to the flame and blows it out then walks down the ramp. Stalker climbs the ring steps and enters the ring. He walks to the far corner and leans against it, waiting for the match to start.] Nigel Rolston: Aaaaand Introducing first, from Hell's Kitchen New York - weighing in at 275 pounds...he's is the NIIIIIIIIIGHT STAAAAAAAAALKER! Tim: Stalker's ready tonight, and the crowd absoluetly HATES this guy for smacking around Tempest last week. But, of course Tempest came out on top! Jeff: You WOULD have to think like THAT wouldn't you Tim, you sick little puppy? ["Scott farcas takes it on the chin" by Less than Jake erupts through the speakers, as Kyle Solomon appears from the black abyss of the backstage area. With eyes opened focusedly and staring at his opponent, he stands still, facing the ring as the crowd erupts, breaking his stare as Kyle suddenly snaps his head around to see the audience applauding him. He folds his arms while cocking his head up in the air as we can see his forest green 3/4 length pants and black cut-off "Kyle Solomon" t-shirt. The One Man Show now brings focus back to his opponent as he walks slowly down to ringside, biding his time so as not to be unfairly attacked by the anxious man awaiting in the ring for him. Stepping up onto the apron while holding the ropes for balance, Solomon cautiously climbs the turnbuckle, raising his hands in the air to the delight of the crowd, and then drops into the ring...] Nigel Rolston: And introducing second, your HWF Smackdown Champion, he is from Toronto, Canada - weighing it at a light 196 pounds...he is The Man of Many Names, he is KYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOLOMON! Tim: I wonder what The Mark thinks about Bisc's stips on the Belt? Jeff: I don't think he'll like them, they're probably too hardcore for him!
Smackdown Title Match [Solomon hops around the ring checking behind him, incase a certain Silky Palms or Jack "The Mack" Daddy decide to come from behind. He is then caught in a tie up by the MUCH bigger Night Stalker, who manhandles Solomon into the corner. Stalker lays some rights and lefts in on Solomon, before scooping Solomon up and Snake Eye-ing him onto the top turnbuckle.] Jeff: Something doesn't seem QUITE right about Stalker tonight, he don't seem fully into this match like normal. Tim: Maybe he doesn't really want the title? OR maybe he's still ashamed of loosing to Tempest. I can't see how loosing to a athlete of that calibre could be emotionally scarring though, I'd be honoured to do as good as Stalker did against her. Jeff: Shut up suckbag. [Solomon bounces backwards, stumbling and holding his chin as Stalker goes for a huge clothesline. Solomon sparks up, and catches the arm, before swinging around into a crucifix, then down into the end of a Sunset Flip pin...but Stalker catches Solomon's leg's....] Tim: He's going to drop Solomon on his head with a Back-to-Belly Tombstone! [...Solomon then just let's go off his hands, and powers up, and slips out of the leg-hold and catches Stalker in an inverted bulldog facelock, and drops him down in a flying inverted bulldog as the crowd goes wild! Solomon then scampers over for a quick cover...] [One..Tw...Kickout] Jeff: Holy shit Night Stalker just pushed off Solomon like he was nothin! [Solomon uses the momentum of Stalker throwing him into the air to slide out of the ring as Stalker gets to his feet. Night Stalker slowly chases Solomon as Kyle looks around for a chair, throwing the first one he finds into the ring as Stalker takes Kyle by the back of the head and knees him in the face, sending the Smackdown champion to the ground holding his nose. Helping Kyle back to his feet, Night Stalker sends the Mark into the steel steps with force as Kyle makes head/shoulder first impact] Jeff: Solomon just can't match the intensity of Night Stalker! Tim: I'd have to agree there Jeff, Night Stalker has nearly one hundred pounds and a foot on Kyle... however, Stalker has been thwarted by a smaller opponent once before... Jeff: Oh yeah... the GIRL... hahaha [Kyle shakes his head as he slowly gets back to his feet while Stalker looks beneath the ring and pulls out a table. He begins setting it up as Kyle gets to one knee and begins to get an enraged look in his eye. The table is nearly set up as Kyle gets to his feet, and runs up on the ring apron in Night Stalker's direction. As Night Stalker turns around, Kyle leaps off the apron in a flying shoulder tackle, but Night Stalker is ready for Solomon as he grabs Kyle's head and falls back using Kyle's own momentum to drive him into the ground! Night Stalker goes for a non-chalant cover as the ref counts...] [One, Two, Thkickout!] Tim: I can't believe Kyle kicked out of that! And what a magnificent display of awareness by Night Stalker! Jeff: Beat that little shit Night Stalker! Kick his ass! [Kyle's eyes roll to the back of his head as he dazedly staggers back to his feet. Night Stalker climbs back into the ring as Kyle crawls in behind him, taking out his legs from behind, sending Stalker face first to the ground. Kyle scrambles to Stalker's head, attempting to lock on his patented "Spinal Tap" Dragon sleeper/camel clutch submission.] Tim: Come on Solomon! Jeff: Only offense he offers are cheap take-downs from behind, gets his ass kicked on a frequent basis... ladies and gentlemen... your Smackdown champion (for now) Kyyyyyylllllllleeeeee Sooooooooooloooooomon! [Night Stalker fights off the attempted submission by Solomon as he pushes the Mark towards the turnbuckle, allowing him enough time to get back to his feet. Solomon catches Night Stalker by surprise as he walks up the turn buckle, turns around, and jumps towards Stalker in a super hurricane-rana, but Stalker avoids attack AGAIN by using Kyle's hurricane-rana momentum into a massive tilt a whirl powerbomb!] Tim: OH MY GOD! Kyle came INCHES away from landing on that chair that he placed in the ring earlier in the match! Jeff: Lucky bastard... Break his spine Night Stalker! [Kyle writhes on the ground in pain with his hand on his spine after that devastating manuoevre while Night Stalker picks him up by the hair, and the into a bodyslam position, carrying him over towards the turnbuckle and placing him in a tree of woe. Stalker then proceeds to pick up the chair placed in the ring by Solomon as he lifts it into the air while the fans boo.] Tim: NO! THAT SICK BASTARD! Kyle Solomon is defenseless! Jeff: SWEET! THAT SICK BASTARD! Kyle Solomon is defenseless, alright! [Stalker then gets a manic look in his eyes he he smashes the chair into Kyle's midsection while the look on Kyle face goes from pain, to agony, to absolute unconsciousness as Night Stalker repeatedly bashes Solomon's stomach, chest and ribs 4 times until he decides he's had enough. But the attack isn't over as Stalker turns around to walk away... only to turn back to Solomon, kicking him hard in The Mark's right shoulder with the lace-section of his boot! Stalker places his right foot underneath Solomon's chin as Solomon's face goes redder and redder from being upside down. Stalker applies pressure, choking Solomon until the ref tells him to break the choke hold. Stalker slides underneath the bottom rope to the outside of the ring where he looks underneath the ring for ANOTHER table, as he brings it out and its it up ON TOP of the table set up earlier, creating a two table stack as Solomon just untangles his legs from the ropes!] Tim: Oh my dear sweet God what is Night Stalker planning... Jeff: I don't know but I hope it involes crushing that filthy Mark! Tim: Kyle better hope he can get all the rest he needs while Stalker is distracted by the tables. Jeff: Ooops! Looks like your ol' boy Kyle isn't that smart! [Stalker finishes setting up the stacked tables as he is in the position where the tables are seperating him from the ring. Suddenly, in a burst of speed, Kyle flies towards the ropes farthest away from Stalker, then uses his built-up speed to corkscrew over the top ropes, and just barely over the stacked tables to nail Night Stalker in the face, sending Stalker to the ground in a heap with Solomon quickly getting to his feet. Kyle scrambles over to Night Stalker while holding his stomach, picking him up by his hair and throwing him into the steel steps. Night stalker hits the steps with his back, ending up in a sitting position as Kyle follows through with a dropkick to the chest, sandwiching Night Stalker between Kyle's foot and the steel steps! Night Stalker rolls towards the ring, holding his chest while Solomon picks him up and throws him into the ring.] Tim: Impressive comeback by Kyle Solomon as he's starting to get the better of Night Stalker! Jeff: Come on Night Stalker don't lose to that damned Mark! [Night Stalker rolls from his knees onto his feet as Kyle backs up into the ropes, and runs towards Stalker. Night Stalker looks up at Solomon and lifts him up into the air in a gorilla press position! Showing off his strength, Night Stalker presses Kyle up and down in the air while the crowd cheers for Solomon. Slowly inching his way to the ropes, Night Stalker drops Kyle in a Gorilla press, guillotining him on the top rope! Solomon clutches his neck as he styumbles backwards into Night Stalker's waiting arms, as Stalker seizes Kyle from behind, and attempts to run him into the turnbuckle. Kyle helps Stalker in this attempts as he runs along with Stalker's force, and then runs up the turnbuckle, flipping back behind Stalker who smashes into the turnbuckle!] Tim: This match is really starting to heat up Jeff! Jeff: I've got to say, this is one of the more upbeat matches of the night. Now if only Stalker could give Kyle a beat DOWN... [Kyle runs towards Stalker, who has stumbled backwards after the impact with the turnbuckle, and leapfrogs over him, jumping up onto the top turnbuckle. Night Stalker shakes his head and stands upright as Kyle moonsaults off the top rope, and grabs Night Stalker's head in an inverted facelock on his way down, and drives his head into the canvas with a thud as the crowd goes absolutely nuts!] Tim: Come on Kyle! Go for the cover! [Kyle lays beside Stalker in exhaustion, then gets to his knees, looks around for Stalker, and dives upon his body as the ref begins the count...] [One...... Two.......Three! No! Stalker got his shoulder up right on time!] Jeff: Oh thank sweet Jesus! Tim: for crying out loud... [Kyle rolls onto his back in disbelief as Stalker begins a slow rise to rise feet. Kyle kips up as Stalker gets to his feet, and the Mark delivers a high flipping dropkick, nailing Stalker square in the chest... but Stalker remains unphased. Kyle gets to his feet, and runs to the ropes attempting a clothesline upon his return, but Night Stalker catches Solomon's arm and reverses his momentum into an STO onto the same chair from earlier on! Kyle rolls onto his tomach while favouring his back with his right arm. Night Stalker's emotions begin to get the better of him as he begins relentlessly stomping a hole into Solomon without cease until the ref breaks up the assault.] Jeff: Whoo! Yeah Stalker! [Stalker picks Kyle up by the hair, but Solomon fights back with a couple of right hands to Stalker's mid-section. They begin trading right hands until Solomon is taken down with a right hand by Stalker. Solomon still has fight left in him though as he gets back to his feet, only to be downed again by another right hand. He gets back to his feet, slower this time, only to be knocked back down to the canvas by a HARD Night Stalker right hand. this time Stalker doesn't give Solomon the option of getting back to his feet as he picks up the Smackdown Champion and whips him to the ropes. Solomon shoots back with a head of steam, and slides through Stalker's legs, grabbing him in an inverted suplex, then changing into a dragon sleeper.] Jeff: There's no way Solomon can lift a man the size of Night Stalker into his Dragon Sleeper suplex. Night Stalker is too big for Solomon. Tim: Well it looks like that's not what he has in mind Jeff! [Solomon maniacally screams "CRY FOR HELP!" as he pulls up on Night Stalker's head, increasing the tension of the hold as Stalker waves his arm around, looking for some leverage to break the hold.] Jeff: A Cry for Help! This is one of Kyle Solomon's new signature moves! Tim: No Jeff... it can't be... A Cry for Help is one of Solomon's new moves but it says right here that its... [Night Stalker's arms both go limp as Solomon releases Night Stalker's left arm, but maintains his inverted facelock as he reaches downwards, grabbing Night Stalker's left leg with his left arm. Solomon pumps once, pumps twice, and then sends Night Stalker flying behind him in a snap inverted fisherman's suplex! Stalker lands hard on his stomach as Solomon maintains the grip on Stalker's leg, pulling it up towards Night Stalker's head as Stalker screams out in pain] Tim: INVERTED FISHERMAN SUPLEX SUBMISSION! OH MY GOD! Jeff: I can't believe he lifted his body over... Tim: Well he did it just barely Jeff... I don't think he can maintain that hold for much longer, he used a lot of his energy for that manuoevre right there. Let's hope it's worth it. [Night Stalker refuses submission as Kyle releases the hold, and rolls Night stalker on his stomach, collapsing onto the big man as the ref counts away...] [One... Stalker kicks out with force!] Tim: It seems as though Night Stalker has, unfortunately gained his second wind. Jeff: What are you, drunk? Go Stalker! [Kyle tries to reverse Stalker's momentum as he grabs Stalkr's waist for a german suplex, but he is downed with a sharp low blow to the jumblies by Stalker. Stalker picks up Solomon and whips him hard against the towards the turnbuckle. Kyle hits the buckle back first, snapping him stumbling back towards Stalker who awaits him in the middle of the ring, lifting him into another Gorilla Press!] Tim: What's he going to do now!? Jeff: Oh come on Tim! Isn't it obvious? Tim: Oh no... [Stalker keeps Kyle high above his head as he makes his way towards the stacked tables. He then presses Kyle up and down, throwing him through both stacked tables in a Gorilla Press Slam! Kyle crashes through both tables and lands motionless on the ground, twitching on the ground as Night Stalker climbs to the top turnbuckle] Tim: He can't jump off the top rops, what will he do? Solomon's torso is protected inside the upside-dwon triangle of those broken tables... Jeff: But his upper chest, neck and head are exposed! [Night Stalker takes a nervous breath as he stalls for a moment, gaining full balance upon the top rope as he glares down at Kyle, then finally LAUNCHES himself off the top rope in an elbow drop... but Solomon sits up and crouches inside the protection of the tables, leaving only the hard concrete floor as a landing pad for Stalker as he crashes against the ground with such impact that the entire crowd let out an awed hush at the display of bravery. Night Stalker rolls onto his stomach clenching his possibly dislocated shoulder, as Solomon collapses back down to the floor with his head inches away from Stalker's chest. Night Stalker reaches his left hand over to Solomon's limp body...] [One..... Two..... Solomon kicks out!] Tim: Oh my God these two are killing each other in the name of the Smackdown title! Definitely a show worthy of the status of the first Smackdown title defense! Jeff: Would you shut up and watch the damn match? They finally have my interest! [Solomon sits up, but his eyes roll back in his head as he collapses back onto the mat, cherishing the little moments of rest that he can scrounge in this gruelling battle. Night Stalker makes his way to his feet while still favouring his right arm as Solomon remains on his back breathing heavily. Stalker picks up Solomon and bodyslams him back onto the ground with his one arm, as he is cautious to not put pressure on his right arm. He picks up Solomon again, bringing him over to the announce table!] Jeff: Oh come on Stalker, Honestly! You better beat the shit if you're gonna try to break the damn table! Tim: Oh Lord... [Solomon gets to his knees on top of the table as Night Stalker steps up and places The Mark in a front facelock and attempts his own "Light of Dawn", (implant evenflow DDT), but Solomon reverses Stalker's momentum as he locks his hands around Stalker's waist, thrusting his larger opponent back into a bridged Northern Lights suplex lengthwise across the announcer's table!] Jeff: I can't believe he did it! Tim: What, that Solomon managed to lift Stalker into such a maneuver? Jeff: That they didn't break my precious table! Thank God! [One...... Two.....SMASH! The table breaks under their weight just as the count is being made!] Jeff: There goes my stinkin' table! [Solomon looks a bit upset at the situation after he manages to get up....he then rolls Stalker in the ring, just....he then slings up and turns 180 landing on Stalker with a Splash, but doesn't make a cover. Stalker then get's up REAL quick and catches Solomon with a clothesline before Solomon can turn fully around, this causes Solomon to flip around his arm, and land painfully on the ground. Stalker then picks up Solomon, and wraps him in a chickenwing w/ half-nelson submission.....he then plex's Solomon over, but Kyle slips out and lands an inverted DDT on Stalker!!] Tim: WHAT A REVERSAL! [Solomon's wind is knocked out of him, as Solomon lies a hand over him...] [One....Two....Three!] Tim: WHAT THE?! Jeff: HOW THE? [Stalker is instantly up, as Solomon get's up to celebrate....but Stalker LEVELS him with a clothesline before leaving as Less then Jack plays over the speakers.] Tim: Well, he one the battle...but the war might be brewing? Jeff: We'll be back... [Commercials]
["Original Prankster" by The Offspring hits over the speakers as everybody in the crowd stands up and give an enormous pop to the man they know will be coming out. Then after about 20 seconds, the new HWF Hardcore Champion comes out, JD Brady! Brady is wearing his normal ring attire with a pair of black shades and his custom made "Brady" hat, available at HWF Shopzone soon, and of course, the HWF Hardcore Title over his shoulder. JD jumps into the ring and pulls the stick out of his pocket. The Prankster leans over the front rope and starts talking to the crowd in a very soft, seductive voice.] So Rage, despite you beating Chris Styles, you gained nothing out of that match. We might as well of put a dead animal out there, cause if you aren't Hardcore, you're not going to win Hardcore matches! [The sounds of wind rushing is heard through the arena, as the temperature drops down in the building... giving an eerie, chilling atmosphere. Smoke starts to flow out of the entranceway. Suddenly, you hear...] [With that, Green Jelly's "Orange Krunch" hits the speakers. After a moment of letting the music blast, Rage walks out of the back, head facing down. He walks to the edge of the ramp, and just stands there with his head down and his hair hanging over his face, letting the music play. Suddenly, he snaps his head up and looks directly at the ring, and starts walking towards it with a purpose. . . never taking his eyes off the ring. When he gets to the ring, Rage stops at ringside and just stares into it. After a brief moment, he reaches up and grabs the second rope, and climbs up onto the apron. Rage then steps into the ring, and starts slowly walking around it, taking notice of everything around him. Finally, he walks over to a corner of the ring, hops up on the top turnbuckle, sits there, and waits as his music gradually fades.] Hardcore Title - Ladder Match
[The bell hardly rings as Rage charges across the ring, clotheslining the Hardcore champ to the mat. Brady is taken by surprise but quickly stands up, ducking one more clothesline from Rage. Brady kicks Rage in the back of the knee, causing it to give out. JD quickly grabs a front chancery and DDTs Rage to the mat.] Jeff: DDT! [Brady gets to his feet and falls back down onto the sternum of Rage with an elbow drop. JD gets up and runs to the ropes, running back he leaps into the air and comes down hard across Rage's chest with a big splash! Rage rolls over, holding ribs.] Tim: JD Brady is trying to get Rage out of his game because he knows if Rage gets on a roll, he's in trouble. [JD grabs Rage by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Brady whips Rage across the ring and leaps into the air, catching Rage with a sidekick! Rage is slammed back to the mat with great force, while JD slides under the ropes to the outside. He gets under the ring and grabs a ladder, pulling it out. He fans pop for Brady as he lifts the ladder up for even more of a reaction.] Tim: I think JD is making a mistake there... He should pose and celebrate once the match is over. Jeff: Let the guy have some fun! [Brady walks to the ring and sets the ladder on the apron, but Rage runs towards him and slides with a baseball slide kick into the ladder, smacking the ladder into the face of JD Brady! The fans "ooh" as Brady is knocked into the railing.] Jeff: Well, I guess you were right on that one. [The ladder falls to the floor, while Rage grasps the top rope. Before anyone can predict his actions, Rage catapults himself over the ropes, flipping in mid air, and collides with Brady - causing both wrestlers to fall to the floor!] Tim: Somersault splash to the outside! [Rage crawls on the floor to the ring, grabbing the curtain to pull himself upright. He walks to Brady and grabs the Hardcore champion by the hair. He pulls JD to his feet and is caught with a wild right punch that knocks Rage back. JD kicks Rage square in the stomach, then grabs him and rolls him under the ropes.] Jeff: JD has control again... let's just see if he can get the ladder into the ring this time! [JD has the ladder in hand and slides it into the ring. JD grabs the ropes and climbs onto the apron, as Rage is on his feet in the ring, his back to Brady. Rage shakes the cobwebs from his head and turns around as JD slingshots himself onto the top rope but gets a shaky balance on the top rope - leaping off with a botched springboard maneuver. Rage capitalizes and catches JD out of the air with a spear!!] Tim: Good God! Rage caught JD Brady out of the air! [Rage pulls Brady right back to his feet and whips him across the ring. Rage attempts a clothesline but Brady ducks and continues into the ropes. Brady comes flying at Rage with a flying fist to the forehead! Rage is knocked back into the ropes, saving him from falling to the canvas. Brady comes to Rage and begins a rapid assault of punches to the head of Rage. Rage seems to have no reaction to the blows, shaking them off.] Jeff: Rage is inhuman! [Rage stops the punches as he goes for the Iron Claw! Brady barely sees it coming, and blocks it with his hand, but Rage comes with the other hand and grabs his throat. Brady lets go of Rage's other hand and tries to get the one on his throat off. Brady struggles to get free, but Rage grabs his throat with his other hand, so he has a double choke hold on him. He lifts Brady into the air, as Brady's kicking his legs and squirming.] Tim: My Lord, what power! [Rage continues to hold Brady in the air, for a good ten seconds, then suddenly drops with a devastating two handed sitting chokeslam!! The sound of impact is phenomenal as JD Brady rolls onto his stomach, in great pain. Rage goes to the ladder and pulls it under the Hardcore title above. He opens the ladder and sets it right where it needs to be.] Jeff: This could be the end! [Rage begins climbing the ladder, while JD Brady is on his hands and knees. Brady sees Rage nearing the top of the ladder and struggles to his feet. In an awkward fall, Brady shoves the ladder just enough to cause the ladder to cop a lean, slowly but surely tipping over. Rage has no control and simply hangs on as the ladder crashes, sending Rage to be crotched on the ropes!!] Tim: Ouch! JD isn't finished yet! [JD grabs Rage by the hair and pulls him off of the ropes. Brady spins Rage around and drops Rage with a wicked inverted Ace Crusher!] Jeff: Inverted Ace crusher! [Brady picks Rage up and points to the ladder. The fans cheer as JD grabs Rage in a front chancery and hooks his leg for the Cradle DDT. Rage uses his free hand to grab Brady in an iron claw! Brady releases the hold, and starts squirming around.] Tim: That would've been it if Brady could've connected with the Pranked Ya Cradle DDT! [JD kicks Rage in the groin and makes him release the hold. JD Brady thinks fast and runs against the ropes, and comes back for a clothesline, but Rage recovers and catches him in ANOTHER Iron Claw! The fans are shocked again, as JD squirms to get free.] Jeff: That's the THIRD time Rage has went for the iron claw tonight! [JD looks to be wearing down, going to one knee. The fans begin to clap, rallying behind Brady. He begins to shake and swings an elbow into the gut of Rage. He swings again and continues the successive elbows until Rage lets go of the hold.] Tim: JD is free! [Brady gets his composure and grabs the ladder, setting it under the belt. He positions it to be steady and slowly begins to climb the ladder. Brady gets about half way up the ladder, while Rage is in the corner holding his chest. He stumbles towards the ladder and comes up underneath the legs of Brady. JD is taken by surprise, now sitting on Rage's shoulders! Rage gets his balance, then shoves JD into the air and connects with a sitting inverted powerbomb!] Jeff: Rage isn't going to allow JD to get it that easy! [Brady is able to roll out of the ring, not getting the brunt of the move.] Tim: I think Rage fell a little too soon and took a lot of the impact himself! [JD kneels over, then grabs the ring curtain. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a chair... with C4! The fans give a loud pop for the chair while Brady slides into the ring with the chair. Rage comes at Brady and just barely ducks the chair. Rage kicks Brady in the gut causing him to drop the chair. Brady retaliates with a kick of his own. He then takes Rage to the mat with a running clothesline.] Jeff: They'd better be careful of that C4 chair! [Brady picks Rage back up into a stand head scissors. Brady lifts Rage vertical and drops with a spike piledriver!!] Tim: Total Immoral!! [From exhaustion, Brady drops to the mat next to Rage, unable to capitalize. The crowd starts stomping and clapping, trying to get either competitor up. Finally, JD Brady starts to stir. He slowly stands up, as the crowd cheers for him, and he staggers around for a moment. Rage starts to stir, but Brady doesn't see. JD slowly starts to climb the ladder, and Rage gets up to one knee and shakes his head, trying to clear up his sight. JD's almost at the top, and he's reaching for the belt, but he can't quite reach it yet.] Jeff: Rage! Brady is going to win! [Rage stands up, and starts to climb the ladder behind JD. Brady reaches up again, and his finger touches the belt, but he can't grab hold of it just yet. Just then, Rage low blows Brady, and grabs the back of his neck with his other hand. He briefly looks below him, and sees the unused C4 chair.] Tim: No! No! No! [He pulls Brady down onto his shoulders in a inverted fireman's carry while still on the ladder, and JUMPS off and hits an inverted Death Valley Driver ONTO THE C4 CHAIR!!!] Jeff: DEATH OF IMPACT ONTO THE C4 CHAIR!!! Tim: HOLY SHIT! [HWF! HWF! HWF!] [Rage shakes the pain off and gets to his feet, grabbing the ladder. He climbs up and reaches, touching the title.] Tim: Can he get it?! [JD is still on the mat, in complete pain. Rage takes another step and grabs the Hardcore title, yanking it off the cord!!] Tim: It's over! [Rage takes a few steps then jumps to the mat, as his music begins to play. The fans aren't too pleased, but give him a small applause. Rage stumbles out of the ring, his new belt over his shoulder.] Tim: What a match! [Commercials] [The cameras cut to the parking lot. Its deathly silent outside, with all the action being in the building. The camera quickly pans left to right, seeing nothing... until a blinding flash of light appears in the distance, slowly getting closer and brighter. The revving of a motorcycle is heard, again growing louder as the vehicle approaches. The motorcycle is jet black, without any noticeable markings. The rider, too, is clad entirely in black, so that no features can be distinguished. The revving stops as the motorcycle approaches the back entrance. The light is turned off and the rider dismounts. Without removing the helmet, the figure silently walks inside as you hear Tim and Jeff.] Tim: Who, or what, the hell was that?? Jeff: Beats me. I'm too depressed to think. Tim: Would you cut that shit out? You better start doing your damn job, Jeff. Jeff: I AM doing my job! I'm mourning the fact that the greatest superstar the HWF has ever seen was... BEATEN by an upstart! [The camera quickly cuts to a shot of a locker room, where Warriors of the Rising Sun are sitting around, waiting for their match. All of a sudden the door swings open, and Rickey and Wildcat Williams walk in, getting right in the face of both Warriors.] Wildcat: I ain't here to bullshit with ya, guys. We got first dibs on Teen Angst, and we've been waitin' a good while to get some payback on 'em. Tatsumi, you hang back and let Big Texas here do his work on Spike, and you'll keep us off your back. Tatsumi: Spike has yet to feel retribution for his insults on my culture. I think it's your partner who needs to stay out of my way. It's been friendly between us up until now, and if Rickey just keeps clear then it can stay friendly. Rickey: We've got more reason to go after Teen Angst than the both of you. Spike choked me with a fuckin' piece of barbwire, and I'm gonna put some 50 gallon popknots on his head tonight. When I'm done with his ass, I'm gonna make Chris Thrilla wish he never left the projects, and when we're done with both of them, We're gonna go lookin' for that puss Chris Styles. Now I ain't askin' you to stay outta my way tonight, I'm tellin' ya. You don't want the dogs loose on your ass. Tatsumi: I see you've made your choice. Respect is one thing, but tonight my honor is on the line... Jin: Come on guys... just clear your heads. So much more can be accomplished if you worked together. We are worlds apart but we are more alike than any of us know. Our hatred for Teen Angst should unite us, not drive a wedge between us. If we are divided and resort to fighting one another Spike and Thrilla will slip right through out fingers! Tatsumi: The time for logic is passed Jin. They've made their choice, and so have I. Tonight it is every man for himself... Rickey: You're damn right it is! [The Warriors and the Wrecking Crew stare at each other intensely for several seconds before Wrecking Crew backs up and walks out. The camera then cuts back to a shot of Tim and Jeff at the announce table.] Tim: Alright, next up is our second Threewauy Match of the night... this time featuring Spike, Rickey Williams, and Tatsumi Hashimoto. Jeff: That's right... Tim: And remember fans, if Tatsumi or Rickey win this match - their respective tag team will get a shot at Teen Angst's tag titles. [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. Wildcat is dressed in street clothes, and Rickey is wearing a sleeveless shirt that says "Casey Band gave me Head!". 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. Rickey finally jumps off, and motions for the announcer to throw him the mic, as Wildcat catches a few beers from one of the ring crew.] Rickey: All I gotta say is, damn it's good to be home right here in Texas!! [Huge pop for the Wrecking Crew in their home state.] Rickey: We've worked hard, sweated and bled, and faced off against some of the better tag teams anybody's ever seen here in the HWF, and you better believe, we're gonna whoop on all of 'em, and we're gonna do it just for you, Amarillo, Texas! [Another hug pop for the mention of the city.] Rickey: Now I ain't gonna stay out here forever...I got a match to win, and I plan on eatin' a huge steak at the Big Texan when it's all over with... [Another huge pop for the city's biggest restaurant.] Rickey: ...so Spike, bring your goober ass down here, so I can put a popknot on it the size of your girlfriend's 400 lb. ass. And Tatsumi, that's fine if you don't want to stay outta my way, I got enough can of whoopass to go around for all yall, and that's how it's gonna be. When it's all said and done I'm gonna walk my ass right over your limp body and into the tag team champion record books! C'mon, let me hear ya Amarillo! [The crowd pops loudly and yells 'Get You Some!' before dying down. Wildcat slides out of the ring, beers in hand, and heads towards the back, as Big Texas paces in the ring waiting for his opponents.] ["Nakimushi Death Match" by The Garlic Boys blares throughout the arena as the lights dim a bit. After a moment Tatsumi emerges from the back followed by Jin. Tatsumi plays to the fans, headbanging and jumping around while Jin stands motionless a few feet behind him.Tatsumi reaches behind him and pulls his Sickle from his waist band and holds it over his head eliciting a mixed reaction from the fans. After a few more moments Tatsumi and Jin head to the ring and Tatsumi hands his Sickle to Jin before sliding into the ring. Jin takes his place on the outside in Tatsumi's corner as Tatsumi climbs to the top of one of the turnbuckles, massages his throat with two fingers, and then blows dark black smoke high into the air. The fans murmur, their reaction decidedly mixed as Tatsumi climbs down and glances over at Rickey.] Jeff: Hey, what's Jin doing out here!! Tim: I'm sure has has some sort of license; being Tatsumi's tag partner and all... Jeff: Well, don't you think we should check something like that? Especially after Billy left!?! Tim: Jeff, just let it be... [A silhouette of Spike appears on the screen, black and with red outlining him.]
yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah,
I wanna thank you mom, [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. Spike runs from the back, with an HWF Tag Title thrown over his shoulder. He slides into the ring and throws the belt to the outside. The bell sounds.] Tim: Spike's ready, let's get this one underway!!
3-Way Match [As the bell echoes out, as all three men begin circling the ring. Tatsumi begin circling the opposite way, until he and Spike are next to each other. They begin staring each other down, as Rickey waits in the wings. Spike and Tatsumi lock up, but Spike breaks the hold. Almost instantly, Tatsumi drops Spike with a dropkick to the knee. Spike holds his knee, as Tatsumi kips up and begins laying in hard shots to the top of Spike's head. Tatsumi backs up to the ropes and bounces off. As he does, however, he gets hit with a STIFF lariat from Rickey Williams. Tatsumi drops like a sack of bricks, and Rickey turns his attention towards Spike.] Tim: Well, I guess the mutual respect is thrown out the window... [Rickey picks up Spike and throws him into a corner. He chops him a couple times, and then whips him to the other side. Spike flies into the buckles chest-first and comes relling out towards Rickey. Rickey winds up and bounces back off the ropes. As he does, Tatsumi flies into the shot and levels him with a stiff leaping side kick. Rickey impacts with the mat and then rolls to a corner, as Tatsumi awaits Spike.] Jeff: Nice comeback early on by Hashimoto. Tim: Whew, at least youre not being discriminatory tonight. [Tatsumi kicks Spike in the back of the knee, and Spike drops down. Tatsumi quickly runs to the ropes, and slides out onto the apron. He grabs the top rope, and springs up. As Spike turns around, Tatsumi launches himself into the air and takes him out with a high cross body. Both men land hard, but Tatsumi quickly gets up.] Tim: Springboard Cross-Body Block by the Warrior... [Tatsumi runs out to the apron again, this time facing Rickey. Tatsumi grabs the top rope and springs up, as Rickey reaches his feet. Tatsumi goes for another high cross body, but Rickey catches him. He finds his spot in the ring, and then throws Tatsumi through the ropes to the outside with an amazing fallaway slam. Tatsumi lands hard on the outside, and rolls to the guardrail.] Jeff: What God-like strength from 'Big Texas'!! [Rickey gets up and walks over to Spike, who is now on his feet. Rickey knees Spike hard in the stomach, doubling him over. Rickey locks on a gut-wrench, and lifts Spike up for a gut-wrench powerbomb. Spike kicks his legs ferociously in the air, causing Rickey to lose his hold on Spike’s waist. Spike lands on the other side of Rickey, still in the gut-wrench lock, and applies a gut-wrench of his own, hauling the big man into the air. Spike slips, though, and drops Rickey side-ways, unable to hold him vertical for the piledriver. Instead… Rickey is dropped onto the back of his head, neck and shoulders with a gut-wrench Emerald Fusion!] Tim: Oh no!! That looked awful!! Jeff: That looked beautiful!! [Rickey grabs his neck and slowly rolls to the outside. Spike follows him, and makes sure his gets out there. On the other side of the ring, Tatsumi slowly crawls up onto the apron. Spike lifts up Rickey on the outside and starts laying in some punches, as Tatsumi makes his way around the outside of the ring. Tatsumi eventually reaches the apron by the fighting Spike and Williams. He turns away from them, jumps into the air, and springs into a INCREDIBLE Asai moonsault - taking out both men!] Tim: What an Asai Moonsault!! ["H-W-F, H-W-F"] [Tatsumi quickly gets up and lifts Spike up from off the ground, planting a few knees to his gut. Tatsumi sets up Spike for a suplex, but Spike blocks, and counters into a vertical suplex of his own. Spike lets Tatsumi hang in the air for a few seconds, but a rising Rickey sneaks up from behind and hits a chopblock to Spike’s knees. Spike crumples to the floor, allowing Hashimoto to get back onto his feet. Rickey and Tatsumi both lift up Spike by the wrists and whip him towards the guardrail. Spike slides on one knee, stopping himself from hitting the steel and turns around, ready for anything coming at him. Hashimoto and Williams run at Spike with a double-clothesline, Spike ducks and hits a double chop-block, tripping up both of them and sending them neck-first into the edge of the rail. Spike pops onto his feet and grabs both necks of Tatsumi and Rickey in a double hangman’s-neckbreaker position. Instead of dropping onto his back, Spike, jumps into the air and kicks out the legs of Hashimoto and Williams with a two-legged sweep, landing on his knees, and hitting a double Neckbreaker/STO on Tatsumi Hashimoto and Rickey Williams.] Jeff: What an innovative move!! [Spike slowly gets up and throws both men back into the ring. He slides in himself, and begins stomping on Tatsumi. He forces Tatsumi to his feet, but Tatsumi immediately slaps Spike's hands away. He kicks Spike in the gut, and then locks on a fisherman's suplex. He hoists Spike up for a fisherman's buster, but turns it into a high angle michinoku driver 2.] Tim: TIGER BOMB!! [Tatsumi glances over at Rickey, who's out of it, and goes for the cover.] Jeff: This could be it!! [One... ...Two... ...Thr...KICKOUT!!] Jeff: KICKOUT!! [Tatsumi pounds a fist on the ground, and then gets to his feet. It's Spike this time who slaps his hands away and then begins with a fury of fists to his gut, sending Tatsumi back towards a corner. Spike locks on a suplex and drops Tatsumi on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up, going for a Superplex, but Tatsumi kicks him away and touches his throat a few times, signaling for the Black Mist. He drops off the turnbuckle, and waits for Spike to get back up on his feet, but… Spike is pulling something from his pocket. He is turned away from Tatsumi, so he can’t see that Spike has a small bottle of a green liquid. Spike drinks the green liquid, emptying the bottle. Spike spins around, swinging the bottle at Tasumi’s head, Tatsumi tries to move out of the way, but is caught with the corner, and the black mist spills out of his mouth and onto the mat in a puddle. Tatsumi turns back to ace Spike, and takes a mouthful of that green liquid right in his eyes! Spike finishes spraying the liquid from his mouth and watches as Tatsumi stumbles around, grating his eyes from the sting of whatever it was he was sprayed with. He turns to face Spike, and gets nailed in the jaw with a standing sidekick. Tatsumi drops like a sack of bricks again, and Spike raises his hand to show what he had sprayed Tatsumi with... with...] Jeff: LISTERINE!?! Tim: And who said a high school dropout wasn't clever? [Spike raises his arms in the air, as Rickey sneaks up behind him. Spike slowly turns around, and Rickey kicks him HARD in the gut. Spike doubles over, and Rickey quickly underhooks him and drops him to the mat with a pedigree.] Jeff: HOLY SHIT!! The Roughrider!! Tim: This match is over... [Tatsumi slowly rolls up to his feet, as Rickey goes for the cover on Spike.] [One... ...Two... ...THRE... Tatsumi breaks it up!!] Jeff: He would have had him!! [Rickey quickly stands up and starts laying in stiff forearms on Tatsumi. Tatsumi tries to cover up, but can't. Rickey is only stopped when Spike low blows him HARD.] Tim: Foul play from the Angst member... Jeff: Who cares? [Rickey doubles over, and Spike pulls him back with a sleeper. Tatsumi rests in a corner, and points to his throat again. Rickey returns Spike's blow, with a low blow of his own. Rickey leans over as Spike screams out in pain. Immediately, Tatsumi shoots the black mists into Spike's face - completely blinding HIM this time.] Tim: THE REAL THING!! THE BLACK MIST!! Jeff: Where's the Listerine!?! [Tatsumi taps Rickey and they both grab one of Spike's arms. They whip him to a corner hard and Spike comes reeling out. Tatsumi positions himself behind Spike, as Rickey takes off for the rope. Rickey bounces off and levels Spike with a STIFF big boot, just as Tatsumi sweeps his legs. Spike lands rudely on his neck, and stalls there.] Tim: OH SHIT!! Jeff: That was almost a varitation of the Setting Sun!! [Tatsumi stays on the ground and rolls out to the apron. Rickey manhandles Spike to his feet and lifts him up onto his shoulders. Tatsumi leaps to the top turnbuckle and signals to the crowd. He stands up, and flies off the top rope - dropping Spike ALL THE WAY off of Rickey's shoulders down to the mat with a hurricanrana!!] Jeff: Oh... GOD!! Tim: Call the paramedics... it's over!! [Rickey and Tatsumi rest a little, as suddenly Chris Styles flies into the ring from the entrance way and begins beating down on Rickey.] Tim: What the fuck!?! What is Styles doing here!?! [Styles continues to beat down on Rickey, as the ref tries to break it up. Suddenly, Billy Williams runs out from the entrance way to try and save his partner. At the same time, Jin slides in the ring with the sickle. Jin tosses the sickle to Tatsumi, and then runs over to save Rickey. Billy slides in as well, and the three begin triple-teaming Chris Styles. The ref immediately calls for the bell, as the fans pop.] Jeff: Okay, this is starting to get out of hand... I love it!! [Tatsumi stands over the lifeless Spike, and looks at the sickle. The fans start cheering, as Jin, Billy, and Styles fall to the outside. Tatsumi winds up with the sickle, but is distracted - as Chris Thrilla dives into the ring; lead pipe in hand. Thrilla attacks Rickey first, and drops him to the ground with a shot with the pipe.] Tim: Great, here's Thrilla... now we have all three teams out here!! [Thrilla runs at Tatsumi, but Tatsumi drop toe holds him onto the second rope; causing Thrilla to drop the pipe to the outside. Just then, Jonathan Storm emerges from the entrance way... and slowly makes his way down to the ring.] Tim: What's this!?! Jeff: I can see Jin or Billy or Thrilla or even Styles getting involved... but why Storm!?! [Storm reaches ringside, where Jin and Billy are stomping on Styles. Storm casually picks up Thrilla's pipe and looks around, as the boo's shower him. In an instant, Storm turns and blasts Jin in the head with the pipe. Jin drops to the ground, as Storm does the same to Billy.] Tim: What the hell!?! [Storm helps Styles up and throws him into the ring. Inside the ring, Spike is starting to get up, as Tatsumi has a front chancery locked on Thrilla - ready to stab him in the back with the sickle. Thrilla suddenly gets a burst of energy though, and lifts up Tatsumi for a flapjack. In mid-air, though, Spike flies into the picture and drops Tatsumi with a DDT.] Jeff: HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUT!! HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUT!! [Tatsumi drops the sickle and rolls to the outside. Styles gets up now, and Storm lifts up Rickey Williams. Spike and Styles help Storm lift up Rickey into a vertical powerbomb, as Thrilla slides out to the apron. Thrilla springs up to the top rope, and leaps towards Rickey. Thrilla AMAZINGLY lands on Rickey's shoulders and drops him to the mat with a reverse hurricanrana!!] Tim: HOLY SHIT!! Jeff: WHAT A MOVE!! [Rickey lands on his head hard, and immediately rolls to the outside as well. All four men remain on the outside, as the four in the ring demand a mic. Thrilla gets one, and immediately begins speaking.] Thrilla: This right here has been a long time coming. [All four men slap hands and shake hands with each other.] Thrilla: Now, since we are in Texas, and knowing that the Wrecking Crew is from Texas, you dumbasses probably don't know what the hell is going on. You're probably asking each other the same damned question. "Now why'd that nice Asian feller and those three white dudes kick the tar outta them other Asians and them other white dudes?" Well jack and jackette asses, meet the fully unified Street Syndicate! [The crowd boo's loduly, as Thrilla hands the mic to Spike; who's face is still covered in black liquid.] Spike: Now see, we know we're in the stupidest state in America, so we'll break this down for ya' nice and slow. Thrilla and I, well, we've known each other since we were kids, so of course we'll be alligned with each other. Styles is with us simply because Chris and I respect him, although only one half of us actually chills with him... guess which half. And then we've got "Pop Perfection" himself, Jonathan Storm... [Spike hands the mic to Storm, who grins from ear to ear despite the rowdy boos he is given from the Texan crowd.] Jonathan Storm: Let's think Texas! Why did Jon Storm join the Street Syndicate other than for the reason that Thrilla and Spike's karaoke escapades a few weeks ago wasn't all that pleasant? I'll tell you why. Teen Angst, the both of them combined have defeated some of the biggest names in the sport. Coens, Scruggs, Lost Soul, Vic Williams, Trey and good old Big Nose himself, Lance Sterling. I myself have defeated some of these big names. Hell, I beat Lance Sterling's ass in a squash match last Sunday at Holiday Hangover! And Chris Styles, probably the most under appreciated man in the HWF today. If it weren't for guys like Rage, he would have his win over Silky Palms. Hell, this guy beat Thrilla a few weeks ago, you KNOW he has to be good! [Storm looks over to Thrilla, who shrugs his shoulders and smiles at the last comment. Storm hands the mic to Thrilla again as he crowd begins to chant for Sterling.] Thrilla: Hey you idiots, let's get one thing straight! Storm ENDED Sterling's run here! Your long nosed buddy won't be coming back... EVER! [The crowd boos even more. They then turn back to chanting for the hometown team, The Wrecking Crew.] Thrilla: Where the Outlawed Generation, The Anti-Heroes and the X-treme Alliance have failed, The Street Syndicate will succeed. Why? Because we don't make legends, we break 'em! ["A Place For My Head" by Linkin Park plays as all four mean walk out to a huge chorus of boos. Suddenly the music cuts out, and it interrupted by "Intro" by DMX. The fans pop a little, but give a mixed reaction. Suddenly, Johnny Drake appears on the Extream Screen. The Syndicate watches on, as Drake begins to speak.] Johnny Drake: You break them? Really? ... By sneaking up behind them with lead pipes!?! [The crowd cheers, as Drake pauses for a moment.] Johnny Drake: Well, since you four seem SO confident about your combined abilities, why don't we give them a test? ... I saw the way that you guys just interrupted a fast-paced, action-packed match so you could have your little club meeting; but I don't really think that's fair to the Crew or the Warriors. That's why, I am proposing... no, no... I am ORDERING... this... [The crowd stirs in anticipation, as the Syndicate looks on anxiously.] Johnny Drake: Next week, you four will not attack the Warriors or the Wrecking Crew from behind. No, no... you four will be face to face with the two teams in the middle of that ring... And in the mi- [Johnny gets interrupted by the crowd's cheering. The Syndicate looks confident, as johnny attempts to finish the sentence. The crowd dies down.] Johnny Drake: As I was saying... In the middle of that ring, and in the middle of a Hell in a Cell!! [The crowd erupts for this announcement, as "Intro" by DMX kicks in again. The Syndicate looks surprisingly happy at this announcement, as Drake disappears from the Extream Screen.] Tim: What an announcement by Drake... Stay with us fans... [Commercials] Tim: Alright we're back and re- [The lights dim as "Are You There" by Oleander begins to play over the loudspeakers. After the big drum part, Jonathan Storm rises up from the stage on a platform as strobe lights flash everywhere. He smirks as he snaps his fingers, letting Casey "Sunshine" Band walk out, holding the Canadian Title. He walks down to the ring in a sleeveless t-shirt and tear away pants, with sunglasses on his face. As he slides into the ring, a lone spotlight shines in there, and he walks into it. Casey hands him the Canadian Title, and he holds it above his head high, and she tears the pants off of him to reveal silver wrestling shorts, in the style of Jeff Jarrett's. The crowd boos as he grins, removing the sunglasses from his face.] Jeff: DAMN HIM! DAMN JON! For him Sterling is no-where to be! Tim: Gee Jeff, you think because Sterling lost to the calibre athlete of Storm, he deserves to be in hiding? Jeff: Well... Tim: I'm going to tell Jon that, how dare you call him a pussy? [Suddenly...."Voices" by Disturbed hits the speakers, much to the dismay of the crowd. After the opening riff, Phoenix bursts through the curtains, followed closely behind by The Drunken Master, Bisc Li and Claire Matthews to an almost deafening chorus of boos. Phoenix walks to the front of the stage to survey the crowd as Bisc stands behind him, rubbing his shoulders, similar to a boxing manager. Phoenix raises his arms in the air causing the crowd to yell even more. Bisc offers his arm to Claire which she accepts as the three of them walk down to the ring to join Storm. Bisc hops up on the apron and escorts Claire up the ring steps. He then steps on the first rope letting Claire get in the ring before following her into the ring. Phoenix walks over the ring crew and asks for a mic. They hand him one and he sides into the ring as well. Storm acknowledges Phoenix and says a few words to him, which can't be heard by the fans. Phoenix nods his head in agreement with Storm before smiling from ear to ear. He brings the mic to his mouth to speak, but the crowd just boos even louder. Phoenix waits a few seconds for the fans to quite down some.] Phoenix: Yes, yes, yes, I hear you. So now, on behalf of Bisc and Claire, I would just like to say thank you for all your support right now. Because, after all, we did everything we did because of all you people, the fans. We know that you were tired of people like Trey running the show. We know that you are sick and tired of Trey's once mighty career crumble before his, and your, very eyes. Trey used to be a legend, we all know that. Trey used to be the very lifeblood of this company, and Trey used to be the best all around athlete that this company has ever known. But the key phrase is used to be. Hell, ashes to ashes and dust to dust, things will fade on into the future. Great statues are built and they are weathered into the ground that they came from. Great men, great beasts among the animal kingdom evolve and are born and sooner or later, they will die and return to the earth that spawned them. Leaders among men, gods walking the earth will come and now, like Trey, they will sink back into the mediocrity that we all suffer from. It is his time to go and ride off into the sunset. His time on the top is done. It is now men like myself and Storm here who are the great ones of the future and it is men like Bisc who are here to lead us to where we belong. We are the special ones of the new generation. For the most part, people are all unique as there aren't others like them. They all have their own little quirks that make them different from everyone else. But none of them are special. They may be completely unlike everyone else in the world, but nothing makes them better than anyone else. It is only a select few that are able to rise above this and get the respect that they all deserve. It is only this handful of people that will be remembered as being truly great. And unfortunately for Trey, he was truly great. He was one the best men in the HWF ever, and now, he's thrown it all away. And that is why the three of us had to put together this great plan. [If the fans weren't booing before, the vast majority of them are now.] Phoenix: We all know what Trey could do in the ring, but since when has he had this many problems doing it? That man was a three time champ and now, he had seen his career go down the crapper. I mean, fighting guys like Diablo El Dildo and Mike Hunt is no way for an ex-champ to be spending his time. This man should easily be main eventing, not fighting any of Collins's fetish jobbers. That was pretty much when it hit rock bottom. But it was building up for a long time coming ever since he lost his world belt to Jayson Starr. I did my part back then. I tried to help him regain his composure. I took him to the limit at Reckless Behavior and I helped remind him what he could do and should be doing. And Bisc got the idea to take Claire from him to which she was willing to go along with. All we wanted him to do was regain his focus. But instead, all it did was drum up all his repressed feelings of rage and hatred and jealousy. And when he attempted to murder Bisc, that was the last straw. Something had to be done and it had to be big. Claire and I then went on to see how close to the edge we could push Trey before he had to realize what he was doing and turn back, but he never did. It was only when he completely snapped that our plan was stopped. If it wasn't for Trey falling victim to the feelings that he has tried to hide, then this would still be going on. So now I ask you, what kind of champion, what kind of man is Trey? [The booing just continues.] Phoenix: Exactly. This man we're talking about has become filled with hate. This man has become murderous. And worst of all, this man has become an exact opposite of every thing he has stood for. He has begun to run from his problems rather than trying to face them. Why actually talk about our problems with a man when we can just kill them? Trey has forgot who he works for. Before, he used to the fans. He was the very embodiment of them. He used to think for them rather than even considering what was best for himself. He used to stand up to what needed to be changed. And now, all he can do is run. Before, someone could come out here and the instant they began to bad talk him or all of his people out there, he would be there to stand up to them. But today, he just sits back somewhere and claims he is injured. What a lie that is. We all know that he is fine and is just using this fake injury as a way to get out of this match. Instead of coming out here, he is just going to hide somewhere because he knows everything that I'm saying is perfectly true. Trey knows that he isn't the same person and rather than admitting it, he's sitting around somewhere hoping that we all overlook this and remember what he used to be. So you know what? It's time to reveal what Trey can do now to end all of his games. So Trey, just for you, I had the boys in the back throw something together for you. So wherever you are, I hope you're watching this. [An old clip of Phoenix is shown on the Extream Screen. Phoenix is wearing large Tajiri style pants with flames running up to his knees. He is walking down the aisle to the ring area with a barbed wire wrapped chair in hand. He pauses for a moment, turns around and raises his chair high over is head causing the fans to stand up all around him.] Phoenix: Ah, there now we go. That is me almost a year ago. I was still not used to doing all the stuff I'm used to now, but I was willing to give the fans what I could and this was the match to do it in. [The screen fades into a shot of a different man walking through the curtain. This man is wearing torn jean cutoffs and a black shirt with "Shawn Darkness" written on it. As he walks down the aisle, the fans begin to throw garbage and cups of beer and other things at him, but he just laughs. Suddenly, his eyes grow wide as Phoenix rushes him and swings the barbed wire chair at his head. Darkness ducks the chair and plants a quick kick to the gut of Phoenix causing him to drop the chair. He then grabs Phoenix's head and DDTs him onto the chair.] Phoenix: And that is Shawn Darkness. One of the best friends I ever had until our little falling out. But this man, he was also to do the same insane shit that I can do here today. We always did manage to have good matches and this was surely one of them. [The screen now fades into a shot of a bloodied Phoenix holding Darkness by the head and pulling him around several flaming tables that have been set up around the ring. Phoenix finally comes to a huge ladder that is set up next to the ring and leads to something that can't be seen by the camera. He slams Darkness's head hard into the ladder and then begins to climb. The camera follows Phoenix in his climb as he comes to a ring size plywood box hanging 25 feet above the ring by steel cables. He raises an arm to salute the crowd and then hops over the top of the box. Darkness gets to his feet and starts to climb the ladder as well, hopping inside the box when he gets to the top. The camera switches to an overhead of view of the ring as a third person, this one a ring attendant holding a torch now climbs up the ladder as well. When he gets just below the plywood walls, he holds the torch to the wood. Instant, the walls catch fire as if there were covered in gasoline.] Phoenix: And this is a little match that I call the Flames of the Phoenix. The idea behind it is real simple. You take two men and put them in on a scaffold 25 feet above the ring surrounded in pieces of gasoline soaked plywood. You then light the walls on fire as well as several tables that surround the ringside are, many feet below. It's just like your basic scaffold match only you surround the platform in flames. Sooner or later, the walls will burn through and the first man to throw there opponent through the flames to the tables below is the winner. [Back on the screen, several highlights of the match are shown. First, Darkness scoops Phoenix up as if to body slam him, but instead, he holds Phoenix there before running and slamming him face first into one of the flaming walls. Phoenix instantly falls off Darkness's shoulder and begins to roll around on the scaffold, holding his face in pain. Then, both men are bloodied and standing in the middle of the scaffold trading punches. Phoenix's face also is very pink and swollen after his last trip into the flames. Darkness finally winds up with a huge haymaker that Phoenix ducks. Instinctively, Phoenix charges at Darkness and spears him, slamming his back hard into the flaming wall. The wall begins to shake quite a bit, but doesn't break. Next, Phoenix is bent over as Darkness has him in a standing head scissors. Darkness tries to lift him up, but Phoenix fights it and Darkness can't lift him. Darkness tries a second time, but nothing. Phoenix then strains himself, but he is able to flip Darkness off of him backwards into the flaming wall. As he does this, the wall gives way and Darkness falls in a flaming ball with the wall of the scaffold all the way down through a flaming table. Phoenix walks to the edge of the platform and raises his arms to the crowd. Phoenix: And there you go. That was the old me. That was the man would do those crazy things for fun, not because it was what he was used to. That man was a man who lived in a perfect world where things were how he wanted them unlike now where I am forced to stand here and watch legends die in front of me. But I really would like to relive those days. So let's start with this match. Now, I know I'm definitely up for it, so just to see what the new Trey is willing to do, I propose Trey and I have ourselves a little Flames of the Phoenix match next week on Suicide. Trey though, he will be the big question in all of this. But what better way to see which Trey takes control of the other. Will it be the old Trey? Will it be the one who likes fire, the one who like the roar of the crowd for suicidal risks? Would this Trey, the one we know and love, show up? Or would this new Trey, this shadow of a man come to play? Is there a chance that the Trey that is filled with mindless hate yet is still hiding in the back right now show up? In fact, would he show up at all? All we have here tonight is a standard tag team match and Trey is trying to find a way out of it, so would this match be a little too extreme for him? We only have one week to find out. So Trey, if you are watching this, let's say we do this. You and me in a Flames of the Phoenix match next week, what do you say? [Phoenix walks to the side of the ring closest to the stage and begins to yell in that direction to get Trey to come out. After several attempts, Phoenix realizes Trey isn't coming and hands the mic to Bisc Li.] Bisc Li: Bravo, Bravo! [Bisc is cracked in the head with a flying soda can as the crowd boo the hell out of him.] Bisc Li: FUCK YOU, YOU DIRTY FUCKING INGRADE MOULDY PIECE OF BUT CRUSTOSITY. [The crowd boo more just like when HHH insults the crowd. Now a chant of "FUCK-HEAD" "FUCK-HEAD" hits the arena, a bit of a comparison to the one of Ass-Hole in the WWF. This time Bisc just talks over the top of them.] Bisc Li: You people should be thanking Phoenix and myself. What we did was free your eyes and mind to that piece of crap, Michael Trey. You want to know what happened? I'm not one to leave you in suspense. You want to know the truth behind Phoenix and Claire and Bisc, you really want to know? Well, to much disray I was not able to get Claire to go three way with us.... [Bisc strikes a glance at Phoenix who actually smirk a slight bit, while Claire frown's joyfully as she seems to actually be having fun no matter if that was directed at her.] Tim: So, I guess this means....Phoenix, Claire and Bisc are a team?! Jeff: Uh...duh! And shut up when he speaks ho. Bisc Li: But the real matter of fact was that before Trey put me on the shelf, BEFORE Claire decided to - let herself be stolen, Bisc and Phoenix equalled "Team". You look at this HWF Roster, it's filled with Oldies....which I don't dis-respect...it's just that they're represented by Trey. We know my history with Trey. Frankly, I wanted someone good enough to fued with Trey and take his ass out. I looked at the new school...as apposed to the old school....all I could see was Phoenix's mug get in the road. There was no OTHER choice. Phoenix was definately the man. He was Hardcore Champion, something Trey used to be synonnymous with - Hardcore. Phoenix hated Trey as much as I. And soon Phoenix went on and faught Trey in what I thought, was the match of LAST year.....Phoenix vs Trey - Reckless Behavior. Phoenix has the wrestling ability, the mix skills....EVERYTHING that spelled out - "A B L E TO K I C K T R E Y S A S S" [The crowd boo's Bisc, a deafining chorus of boos shower the arena...it's un-measurable. Okay, maybe not that much, just enough to piss of Bisc.] Bisc Li: Oh, you don't like the truth? We'll see next Suicide. If I didn't doubt Trey, and I knew he's definately accept...like the Trey of old - my friend, I wouldn't of even hessitated...I would of taken the liberty of booking the match. BUT, we gotta know if Trey accepts that match, we gotta know if Trey has the googlies to go one-on-one with the 'Nixxy one! I'm thinkin no, actually, I doubt Trey will even show up tonight. I wonder if he's neck is alright after I crizacked his neck across that broom last week! That pencilneck of his.... [Claire YANKS the Mic form Bisc...] Claire Matthews:.....is comparible to his other PENCIL NECK! [The crowd ooooh at this remark, but Claire just smiles. Bisc and Storm are in raptures, while Phoenix laughs for a sec but then regains his hard-assness.] Claire: You people all want to know why I joined Bisc, right? [Crowd doesn't comment....instead they start yelling out SLUT-SLUT chants.] Claire: That is sooooo totally WWF. Don't you un-educated redneck goofs know any thing else? Or are you just influenced by the WWF? We're the H fucking W-F. Can't you call me something a bit more intelligently? [The crowd instantly hiss at Claire, before returning with Ho-BAG chants! Bisc then takes the mic from her hands while she calmly flips the bird to the crowd.] Bisc Li: How dare you talk to a woman of class like that? Claire is no hussy who just left Trey for a man with the bigger dick, she left Trey beacuse she was NEVER WITH TREY IN THE FIRST PLACE. So you CANNOT call her Slut, Hussy, Ho, Whore, Mole, Bitch, Prossy, She-Bitch or ANYTHING pretaining to being a Ho. See, that's what you can't understand. Claire DIDN'T leave Trey. Claire and I have been friends for...well...not as long as Trey and her, BUT....for long enough. Trey should of saw this coming. Trey man, the long walks along the beach, me taking her to the movies? We've had a thing for quite awhile. It was only when I joined Phoenix, that I decided to ask her to leave Trey for good. I love Trey, I love her more then YOU WOULD ANYDAY! [Bisc's words seem shallow, but the words sting the crowd who oooh's at his comments.] Bisc Li: Here Claire, explain it to them....I'm willing to let you speak your mind, I'll actually let you work a mic for once. Crowd: OOOOOOH! Bisc Li: FUCK UP you bunch 'o doglogs. [Bisc hands Claire the mic, she seems a bit shocked...but takes it graceously.] Claire: He's right. When he came up to me with Phoenix, and told me the plan.....I damn well helped him. It's just when Trey hit poor Bisc over the head with that bar.....the plans HAD to change. I couldn't believe Bisc was THAT right about Michael. I knew Michael was a bit loony, but I always liked that about him, I never considered him borderline pyschotic. He had to be taught a lesson, we were the TEAM to do it. We screwed him....like worse then ever BEFORE. And don't think that's an insult, because it wouldn't take much of a screwin' to topple his last...if there was a last...attempt of Screwin'!!!! [Manhood Shot on Trey.....ouch.] Claire: More importantly, over our Screwing of Trey....we screwed........YOU! Although not OUR goal at the beginning, it turned into something of a fascination. After reading internet reports and the like, people "knew" it was Lost Soul that kidnapped me. Lost Soul was just....JUST...a person who Phoenix "persuaded" into taking the heat. I don't know how, but he did it. And the best thing is, it was a massive swerve that people went and frankly said "We knew it was him all along!". Boy, were we waiting for the day when Phoenix over here was unmasked, the day 'lil Biscie would return. And we ALL cannot believe how it went down....so natural...like it was planned for months on end....like it was....but it went off without a hitch. Now everyone thinks they really knew it was Phoenix, you didn't.....you just don't want to accept that you were screwed by a bunch of superior people. [Claire hands the mic back to Bisc, as the crowd are left stunned.....still confused about the whole plan.] Bisc Li: You heard her. It was all a plan. Structured by...the Puppetmaster - me with assistance by the two main people in my life....Claire..my little petal Claire....and my friend 'Nix. You now know why I'm "The Drunken Master". It's fitting for a man with so much intelectuosity mixed with one part awesomness, two parts comedy-opolis and subtract Treyness and all in all genius...to be called a Master.....why not be drunken? I'm drunk...aren't I? I have my little bottle 'o alcamahol strapped to my belt. I'm loony. I have a red nose....and my eyes are red. I'm drunk, 'nuff said. But, If I continue anymore about how we mind-fucked EVERYBODY.....you're heads are going to explode...shooting blood and...well...emptiness all over each other...so let's get this party started. Oh and by the way, do NOT ask who the car driver was! You're NOT going to find out......NEVER! Well...maybe if the time is right. [Bisc wraps his Referee headband around his head with help from Claire to tie it.] Bisc Li: Sterling, he's not going to show.....he's fell over the edge. So Trey.....you're probably not going to show either....so if you can get your crippled ass from backstage, if you're actually backstage.....get your ass down here. Actually, stuff that....I'm just going to start counting to 10....Jon, 'Nix...sorry guys....you've basically got the night off. [As Claire hops out of the ring to go over and talk with Casey, Jon hops in and waits beside Phoenix for Trey to show...if he does. Bisc chucks the mic to the outside, sending a *thud* noise over the speakers....he starts counting the X-Treme Alliance out....] Jeff: I really don't think Sterling's going to show up.....he's probably quit this fed after that humiliating defeat to the hands of a little upstart like Jon Storm. What am I to do!? We have Bisc and Phoenix on one side, YAY! But they're with....JON STORM! Uggg, then on the other...UGG...that forgotten bastard. What is a man to do?! I just hope Sterling doesn't show and Trey does so I can go for Team Limpkit. [One...] Tim: Trey will show, he's not a coward! [Two...] Jeff: But he's a fucking CRIPPLE! I don't think Phoenix and Jon are mean enough to fight a Wheelchair Occupier! [Three...] Tim: How dare you? Trey could beat you ANYDAY...wheelchair or not! [Four....] Jeff: But I'm not a calibre athlete of one Phoenix, or Jon Storm. [Five....] Tim: Don't you HATE Phoenix? [Si....but Bisc jumpes as over the speakers........]
~ I feel safe... [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 his street atire, and sporting a sickening looking headband. He's beaten and his face cut up....he slowly staggers down the ramp.] Bisc Li: Uh.....well......SIX! [Trey continues walking....] Tim: I told you Jeff, Trey aint no coward. Jeff: I wouldn't be surprised if he actually backs down now though, look at him man...he's in a neckbrace....ooooh, I think it's signed "Yours Sincerely - Bisc Li and Phoenix"!!! Bisc Li: Uhhhh.....SEVEN!! [Trey rolls into the ring, but motions for the mic while he holds his neck...he looks in a great deal of pain...and doesn't look like he's about to attack....Bisc stands backwards, and holds Phoenix back who is roapable at the moment, like a Rabid Dawg. Trey get's chucked a mic as he looks down at Claire, his eyes filling with hatred.....they almost fill with Tears. Bisc then holds his pupil, Phoenix and his friend Storm back...so they won't attack Trey....yet.] Michael Trey: Well....Lance isn't here....
Bisc Limpkit = Special Referee [Next minute out of no-where Trey CLUBS Bisc in the back of the head with the mic, sending Bisc down in a heap. Trey whips off the neckbrace and starts aimlessly punching Phoenix in the face. He then turns his attention to Jon Storm, and starts punchin him - right back into the corner. The crowd is now going wild with TREY-TREY! chants echoing throughout this arena!] Tim: GO TREY GO! Jeff: DAMNIT, stay crippled you old croja! [Claire then runs around and grabs a chair, sliding it into Phoenix who turns around and picks it up. He then tonks Trey on the back ot the skull, which sends Trey flailing forwards....untill he falls ontop of Storm.] Jeff: Trey - ya poof? Stop huggin' Storm and start fighting him! [Phoenix then throws the chair to the ground in disgust...before pulling Trey's now-limp body off of Storm. He turns around and nods to Claire, as Bisc starts to stand up, slowly - rubbing his welt where the mic struck him ferociously. He then get's up, and stumbles backwards, as Phoenix looks at Bisc with a look of disbelief.] Phoenix [faintly heard over crowd noise]: Gee Bisc, you're a weakling, one Mic shot? Bisc Li [in response]: Eh, fuck you and get back to work ho! [Phoenix just smiles as he picks up the lifeless body of Trey, and pushes him at Bisc who.....] Jeff: HE KICKED HIS FUCKING HEAD OFF! Tim: DAMNIT! THIS IS REDICULOUS! THIS IS THREE ON ONE OUT THERE! SOMEONE STOP THIS MATCH! Jeff: Yeah, but the best thing is - Bisc's the referee.....and he's also VP, so no-body's going to do NOTHING! [Bisc looks pretty happy with himself....as the crowd is now like a pack of hungry wolves - their meal, Bisc ala Blood. Bisc then walks over to the ropes and looks at the crowd, he flips them off, then points to his Referee Headband....then give's 'em a Silky-taught crotch chop 'o doom which sends them into a bigger frenzy. Bisc just laughs and then does some finger pointing, at Phoenix and Storm...before he slips to the apron....and stands close to the same corner as Storm...who has just regained it and has climbed the turnbuckle.] Jeff: Bisc is out there callin' the shots, what a leader...what a master...what a DRUNKEN master! [Phoenix then grabs Trey, and picks him up....he then throws him into a standing head scissors, before yanking him into a powerbomb. Trey's body goes up easy, and almost ALL THE WAY OVER into a Reverse Powerbomb! Phoenix steadies Trey though, as Bisc slings up onto the ropes and springboards across to Trey and Phoenix. Phoenix then throws Trey off into a sit-down powerbomb as Bisc grab's his head from mid-air.....while this is happening Storm's LEPT off in a remarkable Corckscrew Moonsault which he calls the "Rising Star Press!"] Tim: OWWW! Trey's been broken in HALF! Jeff: WHAT A TRIPLE TEAMER! Sit-down Powerbomb/Springboard inverted X-Factor WITH Storm's RISING STAR PRESS! WOW! Trey is DEAD! Hail Bisc, Phoenix and........wait, Sterling STILL Isn't here! Tim: He's quit man, it's all over. He's too ashamed to lose to Storm, it's almost as shamefull as his porno's. [Trey lies, not moving, as Bisc and Phoenix get up from their sit-down positions while Storm has already bounced up and is quick to the ropes to taunt a upset crowd. Bisc is already down in a "Get ready for Fast-Count" position, as Phoenix casually drops down. Bisc then does one of the SLOWEST counts EVER] [One...............................Two....................................] Jeff: OH MY GOD! HE KICKED OUT! THIS TREY IS AMAZING! WHAT AN ATHLETE! Tim: I think they're giving him a chance, so they can bash him some more. Jeff: Oh really? [Bisc chuckles to himself as Phoenix picks up Trey who still hasn't mounted much offence and is grabbing his neck. Phoenix then SLAPS Trey down to the ground, and Trey rolls to the ouside, taking a quick break from the action. Then Casey and Claire walk around to Trey...Trey seems to get a second wind and looks at Claire with hatred and disspointment in his eye...untill his other eye is kicked like it was a football.....the kicker - Claire Matthews. Trey collapses to the floor, as the crowd ooooh. The impact sounding like Claire just kicked a Watermelon and the melon exploded. Trey's eyes are almost watering...and Claire looks quite pleased with herself.....she then rubs it in by rubbing Trey's nut-germs off her boots!] Tim: And the kick heard all around the nation... Jeff: MAN, that even made me sit up straight in my chair! [Claire and Casey then roll Trey back into the ring, as Bisc turns and shows his appreciation. He then motions for them to enter the ring, as he sits on the middle rope allowing them to get in without showin' all their naughty bits! Micael is then positioned in the MIDDLE of the ring. Claire and Casey then each grab one of Trey's legs....and hold him for ransom in a wishbone, as Phoenix and Storm scale perpendiular turnbuckles....and Bisc, laughs and scales the one that is aimed at his crotch. Then all together they fly off.....Phoenix with a leg-drop across Trey's throat, Storm with the Anehiem Aftershock and Bisc with a Shooting Star Press into Elbow Drop into Trey's scrotal area while Casey and Claire do the full-on Wishbone Legsplit!] Jeff: BISC WITH A MODIFIED AIR-BISCOMATIC! and PHOENIX WITH A LEGDROP FROM HELL! and Storm with...some shitty move. Tim: Okay, that's just overdooing it. 5 on 1 is just a bit too rediculous, this is just stupidity. NO-ONE deserves that. Jeff: No-One doesn't deserve it, just Trey. No-One deserves anything. [A sick replay shows Storm hitting first, causing Trey's body to flinch up...and Phoenix landing HARD on Trey's head! The crowd oooh and look quite disgusted at the turn of events. Bisc then takes the liberty of escourting both ladies to the outside, while Storm drops down for the pin.] Tim: He's not there to count it dickhead. Jeff: Well, you can't call Bisc unfare! Tim: For Trey's sake I wish there was a cover....he needs medical attention bad, he's neck could be broken from this match....AGAIN. [While Bisc is on the floor, Phoenix walks over and motions for him to "Get the FUCK back in the ring!" all a hoax, and highly over dramaticalized. Storm then stands up....and tells Bisc to get back in too....Suddenly "Debonaire" by Dope hits the PA system. Everyone looks towards the entryway, awaiting whoever or whatever will come out. To their surprise, nobody emerges. The camera quickly zooms in on a section of crowd where a figure in a black leather jacket is forcibly making his way down to ringside. As the camera zooms in even closer.. ITS LANCE STERLING! Sterling jumps the guardrail and slides into the ring, behind Jonathan Storm.] Tim: Sterling!! HE'S HERE! Lance Sterling is here!! Jeff: I knew it! He's back, and he's coming after Storm for revenge! [Storm turns around, only to be met with a double finger from Sterling, a la Stone Cold. Storm's eyes go wide and he starts to back up. Sterling spits in his direction and leaps into action. Sterling runs at Storm, spearing him and slamming him down to the mat. Sterling clutches Storm's head and starts to pound away with rights and lefts. He quickly jumps to his feet and pulls Storm up with him. Sterling kicks Storm in the gut and locks his arm around him, under his armpit. With his other arm against his back, Sterling lifts Storm up and pivots, slamming him down HARD with a modified Uranage. The whole ring shakes from the impact of the move.] Tim: Jesus christ! What a move from Sterling! Jeff: He calls it the "Attitude Adjuster"! Tim: How do you know? Jeff: He told me. Tim: Okay... [Immediatly after hitting Storm with the "Attitude Adjuster", Sterling rolls out of the ring. He takes a quick glance at Trey direction, then at Phoenix, then to Storm, who is still layed out, and hops the guardrail again. Without looking back he wades up through the cheering, writhing crowd.] Tim: He's left Trey to the DOGS! Jeff: Of course, he just came to make a point! THE GREATEST JUST KILLED THAT JOBBER STORM! Tim: He LEFT TREY to FIVE PEOPLE, did you realise that? Jeff: I realised he's now got some BADASS music! Tim: HE LEFT FUCKING TREY TO GET KILLED IN THERE, JUST TO GET STORM?! What's the sense in that? [Phoenix and Bisc quickly slide in to check on Storm, as Trey somehow rolls over and makes a cover on him. Bisc completely ignores the arm slung over Storm's shoulder, and instead focus's on waking him up. All this going on while the crowd chants ONE-TWO-THREE. Bisc then walks across and slides to the apron and shrugs at Phoenix......he then tells him to get Trey over here. Phoenix obides, and pulls Trey off the cover as the crowd boo's. Phoenix then throws Trey out to the apron, where Bisc grabs him so he doesn't fall right off....he then yells at Phoenix to set up a chair "Here" as he points to the ground. Bisc then grabs Trey in a front cobra-clutch type hold....] Jeff: The Viagra to the floor? [Instead Bisc kicks forward, then does a STO version of his Viagra off the apron....driving Trey into the chair at a 45 degree angle...ALL ON HIS NECK. Trey's body goes instantly limp....as Bisc pulls out of the hold.....and then LEGDROPS Trey across the chair, all along the crowd throwing all their scraps at Bisc....] Tim [Genuinly Concerned]: Man, this has to stop....Trey's going to die tonight.... [Tim's eyes swell up and go all glassy, before he picks Trey up and holds him in a double chickenwing. Claire scampers over....and badmouths Trey a bit....before SLAPPING him...adding insult to injury.] Tim: Poor Trey, how could this happen to him? He's got Five on One'd here tonight, absoultely killed, while Sterling left him to the dogs...this ain't right. [Bisc then rolls Trey's body back into the ring....not before tappin' a bit of Claire's ass, drawing a very micheivious look from the young lady. Trey doesn't even get up, but a slightly groggy Storm - who still seems out of it, and Phoenix both pick Trey up and place a double inverted facelock on him. Bisc then takes his bottle of Alcamahol from his belt and takes a swig....before rolling back in...] Jeff: Bisc must of been thirsty! [Storm then brings his leg around into a russian legsweep position, and sweeps Trey's leg out from under him, causing Phoenix and Storm to drop Trey RIGHT ON HIS NECK with a "Bittersweet Symphony and Into the Ashes" combo! Trey hits with so much impact he bounces completely backwards, crunching his neck up....and ending up on his stomach. ] Jeff: WOW, what a double team move! These two make a good couple! Except it's Storm....and he sucks. [Phoenix then drops down ala Stone Cold and bad mouth's Trey as Storm drops down and knees beside Trey...sitting ONE FINGER on Trey for a cover...] Tim: That's low, and humiliating... [Bisc then drops down for a EXTREMELY FAST COUNT......even more humiliating...] [ONETWOTHRE....] Jeff: He stopped?! BISC YOU IDIOT COUNT THE THREE! [Bisc looks at Storm and shakes his finger at him while motioning "No, No, No, No", Storm's totally like "WTF Bisc?!" Bisc and Storm the both stand up, and Bisc pushes Storm....even Phoenix is like "What the phuck?!" Storm then responds and pushes Bisc back, which Bisc does the 'ol "Fingers in Mouth" motion which normally preceeds a Green or Black Mist by Tajiri/Great Muta. He then fly's his head forward with puffed up cheeks, as Storm covers up prepared to NOT cop a white mist, but isntead Bisc poitns down and COVERS Trey's face with his White Mist....Trey's face just got SHOT! Bisc then points at Storm with a "Gotcha" expression as Storm just shakes his head in humourous disgust and drops a foot over Trey so his hands won't get "Wet".] Tim: Now that's the last straw......Trey just got showered with the Most Offensive move in Wrestling Today....Bisc Li's "Cream Mist" as he calls it. Damnit, it can't end like this... [One.....Two.....THREE!!] Jeff: Wow, what a HARDfaught victory there from Team Li. [Claire and Casey roll into the ring as the crowd is in shock....they can't believe how frankly UNFAIR that whole match was. Storm gets up and instantly sweeps Casey up into a carry, but nearly drops her before favoring his neck where he was "Adjusted" by Sterling. Phoenix really looks bored with the whole non-hardcore match and Bisc and Claire grope each other while the 5 celebrate and laugh at Trey as the EMT's rush out and put his neck into a brace....Bisc even tries to break through the EMT's to lay some more schmack into Trey. They then push the little stretcher out.....and via ringside.] Tim: Trey man, get well buddy... [On the way past the Announcer's booth, Trey manages to snatch the mic from Nigel Rolston....and on the way the ramp to the back you hear Trey over the PA...barely behind his heavy breathing...] Michael Trey: Phoenix....you bastard......you've got your FUCKING match....... [Trey then re-collapses and drops the mic as he's wheeled to the back, Team Li continue celebrating ..... even lauging at that miserable attempt at an acceptance!] Tim: We'll be right back folks... [Commercials] ["Battle Flag" by Lo-Fi All Stars bumps the system as Davison and Tempest make their way down the ramp. Davison looks serious, but tries not to let it show, whilre the ever ebuliant Tempest lets her body dance and sway to the beat. She hops onto the apron, and slingshots ointo a forward roll proceded by an olympic class tumbling run to the far side and leaps onto the second rope, calling out to the crowd. Chris hops in and mounts the near Turnbuckle, raising his hands.] Jeff: I don't even know WHY these guys showed up! They've gotta fight Silky, AND a partner! Tim: Chris Davison and Tempest are both very accomplished athletes, and even your precious Silky would do well to remember that! Jeff: Did you call him Precious? Ar eyou going funny on me? [Davison makes his way to the center of the ring as "Danger" by Mystical hits the speakers. Clips of The Pimp Squad's tour of Texas pop onto screen, like Silky's emulating masturbation and spitting on the crowd, and their making fun of the statues. These images are interspersed with clips from Jack Daddy's return at HH3 and Various matches of Silky's, Big Poppa Pimp's and Cokey's throughout their carreers. Silky comes strutting out and does a Buff Bagwell-style dance and flex routine, then points back at the curtain with both hands as Jack Daddy Mack comes out and hits a Silky crotch chop at the crowd.] Jeff: It's like having TWO Silkys! Tim: (sarcastically) You must be in heaven... Jeff: So are the ladies... listen to them! These gusy have more game then I do!!! Tim: Oh my god.... [They continue part way to the ring before Silky stops and lifts the mic to his lips.] Silky: Chris, Chris, Chris... you lookin' all heated in there... Is that cause of the way I whupped up on your ass last time we were in the ring... or cause the little lady can't stop thinkin' about how nice Silk would look on her? Jeff: How Silk would look on her! He KILLS me! Tim: One can only dream... [Chris flips off Silky calmly, and calls for a mic of his own. Upon receiving it...] Chris: You're full of yourself, you're full of shit, or both. Now why don't you just step on into this ring, and put any amount of money where your Mack-sucking mouth is? [Silky and JD make faces, putting their hands to their cheeks in mock surprise. Silky hams it up, then turns his attention to Tempest] Silky: Babydoll, don't be wasting your time trying to comfort the brat... You've been saddled with this no talent, mid-card bottom feeder long enough. Come over here, and I'll show you a real man! [Seeing Chris enraged, Silky seems satisfied, and hands the mic off to "The Mack" as Tempest shakes her head and then stands on tip toes to whisper in Chris's ear. His expression softens just a moment and he and Tempest chuckle. They look back up at JD with dubious expressions.] Silky: Throw up on this shit, JD Mack! "Mack" Daddy: Pimp a' the Year '01 in the house! [To no one's shock, most of the crowd is actually PUMPED for Jack Daddy's return to ring action, despite his heel turn.] "Mack" Daddy: Chris, Tempest, you and me have never had a problem in the past, but you are steppin' to the S to d' I to the L-K-Y, and you mess with one member of the squad... aw no "Danger! Danger!" So let's get this shit started right. Mr. Palms? Silky: Mr. Daddy? [They both give Chris and Tempest crotch chops, then rush the ring...]
No Tags, No Disqualifacation
pChris immediately rushes Silky, with a stomp to the base of his neck as he slides in. Chris continues to lay the boots into him as JD slides in, and is hit with a crucifix takedown by Tempest. He rolls backward out of it, and springs forward into a diving clothesline on Tempest...] Tim: A fast paced start to this, what gauruntees to be an impressive match up! Jeff: Come on Silk-O-Matic! Get up and slap that bitch! Tim: Impartial, as always... Jeff: Tim.... It's SILKY for chrissakes! [Silky manages to block a punch and score with a haymaker to Chris' midsection, bending him over. Silky reaches around and through his legs, pulling his left arm through into a pump handle position, but rather than hooking the other arm, Silky throws his leg over Chris' back, sitting on him and forcing him to his knees while pulling the arm further back, pressing his face to the mat. JD sees this, and runs for the ropes while Silky sits on Chris' back flexing his right arm, bouncing off and coming back with a sommersautl leg drop onto Chris' head. Tempest rockets over and does a front flip into a dropkick, sending Silky backwards and out of the ring onto his head. She helps Chris up, but JD drop kicks Davison in the back, sending him to the outside. Silky gives JD the thumbs up, letting him know to continue inside, and starts putting the boots to Davison. In the ring, Tempest gets a head of steam and does a Round off into a bicycle kick hitting the top of JD's head, staggering him. She kippups, and hops onto him for a monkey flip, but he flips onto his feet. She spins to face him, and he backs away, pointing at himself with both hands. She leans into the corner and huffs.] Jeff: (in Obi Wan voice)You've learned well, Skywalker! Tim: Oh, STOP! [Tempest explodes out of the corner with a can-can kick, which JD backs away from, followed by a handstand mulekick, which he backflips away from. He comes running back and hits a cross body, then sinches her up by the hair and fireman carries her. She rolls out and pops to her feet before leaping and hitting a front dropkick.] Tim: They seem fairly evenly matched... Jeff: Forget them, what about Silky? [On the other side, Chris has regained his footing, and is trading blows with Silky. This lasts only a short time as Silky's formal training gets him the upper hand. Silky lands a vicious right, then grabs Chris' wrist and pulls him in for a knee to the gut that flips him over on the canvas. Silky grabs a couple fists full of hair, but Chris manages to kick him in the head, driving him back. Silky staggers to the barricade, and Chris launches himself at him, driving them both over into the crowd. They pull each other to their feet, before Silky hits a European uppercut on Chris, then runs forward and smacks him with the Pimp Slap from Hell... Chris hits the floor hard, but then a fan punches Silky... Silky begins pounding the shit out of the guys as Chris jumps up and pushes the crowd away... HWF security rushes in to move them more as others pull the fan away. ONce the danger is clear, Chris and Silky lock it up again. Chris hits a quick knee lift, and drags Silky off before driving him through a pile of chairs.] [Back in the ring, Jack Daddy wrenches Tempest's arm and kicks her in the stomach. With Tempest bent over, he applies a standing headscissors and jerks her into a powerbomb, but Tempest leaps off of his shoulders and lands on her feet. Jack Daddy charges her, but she dodges, and JD quickly alters his course of action with an Asai moonsault bodyblock. He misses as Tempest darts up the turnbuckles, coming at JD with a spinning cannonball tope. Jack dodges and bounds off the ropes with a standing somersault legdrop, which connects, and covers for a one before Tempest kicks out.] [Out in the crowd still, Silky drops out of Chris' grip, and blasts him in the nuts with his arm from behind, then hits a running bulldog onto a pile of chairs. Both men are down, but Silky rises first, kicks Chris once, and begins to wander away from him, toward a set of brodcast tables at the base of a low wall by the concession stand. Chris catches up, swinging a steel chair at Silky, who ducks. Chris whirls and receives a Van Dam style helicopter kick that drives the metal into his skull. Silky grabs him, and places him in a standing head scissors. He lifts him for a powerbomb, but then falls back, turning it into a hotshot onto two sections of barricade that were standing up in this area. Chris is left hanging up on the barricade, but Silky cracked his head hard on the concrete when he went down.] Tim: He's paying for that one... Jeff: But did you see that move? Silky is a master of his own environment!!! Tim: Um, is that why he just busted his head on the floor? Jeff: Sonofabitchbastard! [Silky gets to his feet slowly, then glances at Chris who is recovering, jumps onto the table in front of him, and moonsaults onto Chris, smashing him down harder against the barricade, but hurting miself even more in the process. Chris seems to melt off of the barricade, as Silky lies on the ground, holding his guts and banging his foot on the ground.] [Tempest whips Jack into the ropes, and ducks his clothesline, then Jack dodges her spear, Tempest dodges his shoulder tackle, and he dodges her jumping leg clothesline. They both reach the ropes and the same time and attempt springboard bodyblocks, missing each other in mid-air by inches. Jack charges her, and she back body drops him over the top. He grabs the top rope and swings around, coming in through the top and middle ropes with a front dropkick. Tempest hits the canvas, back-first and JD misses, as she rolls outta the ring. In one quick bound, she leaps on the apron and slingshots over, catching Jack Daddy with a hurricanrana.] Jeff: This is WILD stuff! Tim: Hardcore wrestling at its finest... Jeff: Go Silky! He's up! [Silky gets up, and looks over at Davison, who is also pulling himself up. Silky runs up and hits a guilotine face buster on him, flipping him on top of him as he comes down. Silky's tailbone takes a beating from the landing, but Chris seems to have gotten a burst of energy, hammering away on Silky! Davison lands several punches on Silky's face before Silky manages to shift his weight and knock Davison off, but only after he's busted open... As Silky tries to stand, Davison is all over him, lifting him into a piledriver and planting him on the concrete. Silky and Chris lay there for several moments, and then Chris pulls himself up. He tries to lift Silky, but Silky sucker punches him, sending him stggering away... Davison comes running back with a tornado DDT attempt, but Silky counters it into a northern lights bomb. Silky recovers slowly, and begins climbing the table. He looks at Chris, who is also getting up, and turns and jumps, grabbing the edge of the half wall, pulling himself up with the help of some fans. They cheer, and one hands him a beer.] Tim: Silky's running away! Jeff: No he's not! No he's not! He's luring him into a trap! Tim: Somebody get a camera up there! [Back in the ring, Tempest has just been powerslammed in the center of the ring. Jack Daddy quickly angles her perpendicularly to the turnbuckles, and runs up them with a graceful, high-arcing moonsault. He lands perfectly and stays on for the cover, and gets a two and a half before Tempest kicks out. He lifts her up, into a gutwrench suplex, but she lands on her feet and runs into the ropes. On the return, she jumps, catches her legs around Jack's head, and drops him in a spinning headscissors. Jack bounds back up and immediately is met with a Tempest bodyblock, but he catches her and slams her into the ground before leaping to the turnbuckles, gauging the distance, and then leaps into a high 450 splash, still managing to add the elements of a frog splash into it.] Jeff: HAH! Look at that! Tim: Good maneuver by Jack Daddy, showing himself to be impressive tonight... [A camera finally reaches the area Silky has climbed to, and Chris stares up, only to have a beer thrown at him. Silky laughs and mocks him, before turning to be faced with... Kyle Solomon?!? No, only a Solomon stand up. Silky takes the stand up, and another beer. He takes a swig of the beer, then sprays it all over the stand up before turning to see Chris throwing his leg over the rail of the wall. Silky grabs his hair and punches him in the face. Chris' head swings with the punch, out and back into another. The fans begin to scream, terrified yet enthralled at the possibility of Chris falling 12 feet down onto the tables... Silky hits him again, then grabs his hair as he slides a bit... then Silky does the unthinkable... He takes two steps back, and leaps at Davison, locking on a 3/4 facelock and going over the edge, tearing Chris from his perch and plummeting through the tables in a super Halo Jump!] Fans: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Tim: Holy shit is right! Silky just commited suicide to take down Davison! Jeff: Don't say that! Silky's not dead! He can't be! [Fans gather around, pointing their fingers and chanting H-W-F! H-W-F! over the bodies of the two men, laying prone amidst the wreckage. Back in the ring, JD attempts an Irish whip on Tempest, but she reverses it into a drop toe hold onto his face. She picks him up, and whips him to the turnbuckle. She then turns away from him, and does a standing back flip into a back elbow. She then Stands him back up, and froces him up onto the top turnbuckle. She takes a second to catch her breath, then begins climbing, oblivious to a form coming out of the crowd...] Tim: It's Night Stalker! What's he doing out here? Jeff: Who cares?!? How's Silky? [Back in the carnage, Silky, miraculously, begins to sit up. He has blood in his hair, as well as bits of table. His arm is tangled in wires and he looks beat... He stands, but winces and falls to his knees... he seems to be favoring his right leg...] Tim: Silky may have damaged his hip or knee... Jeff: BUt he's ALIVE!! He's ALIVE!!! Tim: Normally, I'd have a snide remark for your Silky fetish, but I have to admit I'm glad to see him moving... Look! Incredible! Chris is moving too! Jeff: Jesus! [Sure enough, Chris has pulled himself up... he takes a chair from beside him, and uses it to help him stand, as we see Silky force himself to his feet before taking a chair of his own and folding it up. He turns just in time to get whacked in the left side by Chris' chair... while not at full force, Silky windces and nearly drops, but regains his grip and drives it into Davison's soloplexes when he lifts the chair, then accross his back when he leans forward, driving him down on his chair, which he is using as a crutch. Silky begins to come in for another swing as Chris lifts his chair, knocking Silky's up, then whacking Silky again, with a little more force... Silky staggers, then comes back with his own shot, smashing into Chris arm and the side of the chair... Chris next shot finds home, glancing of Silky's head, as does Silky's return... Chris whacks him again, with more conviction, as does Silky, catching Chris' shoulder and right ear... Chris... Silky... Chris... Silky... Chris brains Silky, then smashes the chair down out of his hands, swats Silky's arm and bloody face to the side, and raises the chair overhead as Silky hobbles, then drops to a knee and low blows Chris.] Jeff: Yee-ah!!! Brilliant counter! Tim: Desperation and foul play! Jeff: Whatever works! [Silky lunges forward, putting Chris in another pump handle, and flipping him up onto his shoulder, before dropping Cris...] Jeff: Right on the Mark!!! Holy shit, he just took Davison out with Kyle Solomon's move, right on the steel chair that he was using! Tim: Good lord! That was brutal! Jeff: Screw it, I thought that move was weak, but when Silky does it... I think he should rename it "The Silky Special"! Tim: It's Kyle Solomon's damn move! It's an inverted Kyle Driver, the Right on the Mark piledriver! Jeff: and The Rock and Booker T do what move? And a Tombstone and a Jagged Edge are? Thank you. [Silky pushes himself to his knees, and spits blood and saliva onto Chris' twitchign form as he flips him off. Silky forces his way to his feet, and begins heading toward the ring... staggering, blood streaming down his face...] Tim: In the words of the late Gordon Solie, Silky Palms is wearing the proverbial "crimson mask"... Jeff: And look what he's got waiting for him by the ring! [There in the aisle in front of Silky stands Night Stalker... his chest heaves with the fury birthed form Silky's interference earlier in the evening. His massive 275lb frame seething with rage...] [Silky, bloodied and beaten, sees this and tries to muster up the last reserves of his strength, but turns as the crowd errupts, and sees the equally bloodied and beaten Chris Davison, holding the back of his head, calling him on. A look af shock, fury, and maybe even fear comes over Silky's face...] Tim; Incredible! No one's EVER stood up to a beating like that from Silky and actualy BEGGED for more! Jeff: He's fuckin' WHACKED! What psycho would want more of the Silkster?!? [Silky turns back to Stalker just as the 6'7" monsters hands clasp around his throat. Silky is helpless, his entire body beaten to its breaking point... Davison drags himself along the barrier, in much the same shape. Silky's vision blurs as the vise like grip strengthens... the last thing he sees is an angel coming down from over Stalkers head...] Tim: Beautiful 'Space Tiger Attack' by Tempest! She drove Stalkers face right into the ground! Jeff: Space Tiger... what the hell? It was a cartwheel-corkscrew-dive! [Stalker regains his feet as Tempest attempts to do the same, only to be hit by "The Light of Dawn". Stalker stands over her for a moment, then begins to walk off, stopping to kick Silky in the face on the way by. Chris Davison slumps to the floor as Stalker passes, but he calls out to Tempest... Several minutes pass as Jack Daddy, apparently laid low by Tempest prior to her attack on Stalker, arises. The image that greets him is Tempest brushing her fingers accross Silky's face, checking to see if he's breathing. She recoils as he attempts to touch her hand. She continues down the walkway to Chris, helping him to the back and occasionaly looking back at Silky's prone form. JD eventualy climbs out and helps Silky up, the refferee, lost in the shuffle calls for the bell, declaring it a no contest.] Jeff: You gotta be kiddign me! They ran away! Obviously they're the losers! Tim: Jeff, neither team could continue! Jeff: Blasphemy! Silky coulda done it! Tim: Good god... fans, we will keep you posted on Silky Palms and Chris Davison's medical conditions as more news comes in! [Jonathan Storm is seen walking around the backstage area. Suddenly, a man in red attire with a ski mask sneaks up behind him. He raises a metal chain high in the air and wraps it around the throat of Storm. He begins to choke Storm to the point where he turns blue. The man releases Storm and lets him slump to the ground. The man then wraps the metal chain around his hand and begins to pound away on his face. Storm begins to bleed and the man finally stops the attack. He then drags Storm to a nearby door and pulls out handcuffs. He then cuffs Storm to the door and lays in a few kicks in the face of Storm. Storm lays unconscious cuffed to the door. The man in the red sweats and ski mask quickly runs off.] Jeff: What was that!?! Tim: I dunno... maybe we'll find out after this... [Commercials] [The camera fades back up. The lights fade to black, as orange and red lights start to strobe throughout the audience. Someone starts to say over the loudspeakers "Fuck the next step. I'm there!" as Black by SeVendust begins to play. When the music builds up, fireworks blast from opposite sides of the enterance ramp, pointing out towards the audience. Just then, J. Simon Rykopathe paces out from the back, dragging the World Title on the ground. Taking in the rioting cheers, accompanied by a few boos, he looks out to the crowd with a somewhat surprised look on his face. After a moment, he holds the title high in the air, as more two giant fireballs ignite next to him. He starts to stride down down to the ring, giving a few taps to some fans sticking their hands out. Ryko walks up the steps, halfway across the ring apron, and hops in through the second and third rope. After sliding the title into the corner, he grabs a microphone and sits on a corner turnbuckle.] J. Simon Rykopathe: Armarillo, Texas....how the fuck are ya doing? Well, I guess you all know why I'm out here. It'll probably be another one of my basic rants where I give a bunch of pointless facts, but eventually get to the point. It's fun that way though. But hey, without further ado, let me be brief. [He slides off of the top turnbuckle, and lounges on the floor of the corner of the ring.] J. Simon Rykopathe: I was walking around in the locker room for a little while before, scoping out the action. And well, it's pathetic, to be honest. Every faction in the HWF is falling apart. Vic Williams and Lost Soul, two of my friends...enemies....whatever the fuck you wanna call them. They're at each other's throats. with Trevor Lasek dead, or something to that nature, it basically means that the Anti-Heroes are dead. We've come together to do what we wanted to do, and I got it done by myself. So what did I need them for to begin with anyway? I won them the HWF Tag Team Titles, and they lost it on their own. Phoenix is now the former Hardcore Champion, a belt that I helped get to the high status it is today. What am I trying to say? Basically, it's the fact that I carried the Anti-Heroes, and they still could not get their tasks done! I'm the only one who got done what he wanted. Phoenix may be in his own little world, but he's nothing without his prescious title. Lasek is almost dead for his causes, and I'll give him credit for pushing himself to that limit. But what good is he to me now? They are all nothing, and I guess even I could not help them. To put it bluntly, I would give any of them a shot at the World Title, but I'd rather start off from the top....get some tough competition from the get go. So where go I go from here? The Xtreme Alliance, maybe? Doubt it. Jayson Starr is nowhere to be seen. Michael Trey is busy getting his little lady friend back in his arms, even though I don't think that'll be happening for quite awhile. So where does this leave me? Lance Sterling, that's where it leaves me. Well, I've proved to you that you are not always right, you are not as great as you think you are, and I don't think you want to show your face within a thirty foot range of me. [Rykopathe pauses.] J. Simon Rykopathe: You know what, this is really getting annoying. I'm tired of complaining. How's about I make some contestant in the locker room a lucky, lucky man or woman. Personally, I could really care less who walks through that walkway, but I want somebody... anybody to give me a freakin' workout. [Rykopathe throws the microphone out of the ring, and hoists himself to his feet using the ropes. He stretches out a little bit, and stands around in the ring. After a minute, nothing happens. He throws his hands in the air in disgust. Ryko is just about to pick up his title, but then "Fame" by DMX plays. A familiar figure steps out from the curtain. "Welcome Back, Welcome Back" begins to be heard throughout the arena. The man, Former World, Canadian, and Hardcore Champion Blackjack, stands there in street clothes enjoying the chants he hasn't heard in so long. Steel chair in hand, he walks slowly toward the ring, living in the chants. He motions for a belt around his waist and points the chair in Ryko's direction. He then hops on the ring apron and steps in the chair. Rykopathe looks suprised, but yet so happy. Blackjack crouches a little and wants Ryko to come at him, but Rykopathe just laughs. Blackjack sighs and motions for a mic. He address the Texas crowd with a smile on his face.] Blackjack: Yeah welcome back! It's good to be back, maybe not in redneck central, but none the less it is fucking good to be back. But let's look at the perdicment I have bought myself into. J. Simon Rykopathe, whats up bro? You chillin. Yeah, ya know I got some time off, rest a little bit. Get my strength up. Yeah, sucks for you dont it? I saw you beat Lance, good good. He takes it up the ass don't he? Yeah, of course he does. So, where do we go from here ol' buddy? Do I beat ya ass again for the 8,653,323,234th time now or do we wait to the PPV to put more money in our own pockets and more money in those assholes in the back's pockets. What do you think buddy old pal? [Rykopathe just stares at BJ, without answering.] Blackjack: I don't even know why you still try Simon. You are no match what so ever for me. As I have proved time and time again, you suck and I don't. Yes you have that title but yet, look who you beat for it. Lance Sterling, his ego is as big as his nose and his talent level is the size of his balls and according to Michael Trey, that's pretty small. So, Rykopathe, don't go aroudn thinking your all that becasue you beat somebody like Lance, well your sadly mistaking. You suck and you always have. And when we do meet for that title you got I'll prove how bad you suck and just how damn good I am. [J. Simon Rykopathe begins to smirk a little bit, but then turns around and paces around the ring. After a moment, he grabs a mic and pulls it to his face to respond.] J. Simon Rykopathe: Wait a minute....wait a minute....let me get this straight. You come back, after a month or so hiatus. This is also coming after losing your title to Lance Sterling, crying "Oh, I suck. Why did Lance beat me? I was screwed! I was screwed!" Well, bah humbug to that! If you weren't paying attention, like I know you weren't, I said that I wanted someone from the actual roster, and not from the glory days, to come out from the back. What are you doing here? You are wasting my time, you useless pile of skin and bones. Besides, what do you have against me? The fact that you can't count to two.....yes, you've only beat me twice. And guess how many times I beat you? Twice. You have nothing on me. We've got a clean slate here buddy. But look at this, Blackjack. You lost the World Title to Lance Sterling, and then I beat him for it. I did what you couldn't! So before I implant my foot in your ass, I suggest that you leave my offer to less bitchy and pathetic people than you! Blackjack: A less bitchy and less pathetic than me? It doesn't get any worse than what you see in your own mirror Simon. What you fail to realize here is that I am better than you. You can come out here and say that our record together is 2-2 or whatever it is but the thing is, you suck and I dont. I suggest that you take my fucking offer and let me beat you in this ring before I am forced to take your ass to the parking lot where I will be forced to beat your ass illegally and ten times more painfully. J. Simon Rykopathe: Spare me with your politics. Under even the most extreme of conditions, I would not give someone like you a shot at the title. But then again, I've seen what you can do. Waa waa waa, nobody wants to fight me. So before you go on one of your little temper tantrums, I'm gonna grant you this shot....RIGHT NOW! [Rykopathe drops the mic, and charges at Blackjack. Blackjack drops his chair and mic, and the two begin trading lefts and rights. Suddenly, from the entrance way, about 10 or 12 security guards run towards the ring, followed by Johnny Drake. The guards dive into the ring and tackle both men, seperating them immediately. Drake pulls out a mic from his pocket, and waits for Rykopathe and Blackjack's attention. The crowd noise finally dies down, and Drake begins; first with Blackjack.] Johnny Drake: Um... didn't you quit or something!?! [Drake scratches his head, as some members of the crowd laugh. Drake then faces both men.] Johnny Drake: Hmmm... what to do, what to do, what to do... Well, in the past, the HWF has granted World Title shots to anybody with a big name; but I'd like to break away from that tradition. Though Blackjack WAS an HWF World Champion, I'm not even sure he works for us anymore... [Drake seems like he doesn't know what to do. He paces around quickly, trying to think up something.] Johnny Drake: Alright, I'll tell you what... You two really seem like you want to fight each other, right? ... And I'm sure these fans would LOVE to see an HWF World Title defense, right? [There is a HUGE pop... even bigger then expected. Drake looks suprised.] Johnny Drake: Christ... well, anyway... a match of this caliber would only be right for a Pay-Per-View... say, Seven!?! I think this little match right here represents the sin of Envy most of all, and I believe that you two will put on one hell of a show... But- [The crowd interrupts Drake with cheering, he continues.] Johnny Drake: But, Blackjack, you're gonna have to earn that match... I could put any major star against Rykopathe and get a good buyrate, but I think you guys have a little history - which will make it more interesting... So, as I said, Blackjack will have to earn this match. We have four more Suicides before the PPV. Blackjack, you will wrestle on the first three... and if you LOSE any one of those three matches, you will LOSE your spot in the main event. That'll prove if you're ready or not... [The guards begin taking Rykopathe and Blackjack to the back. Drake has one more thing to add.] Johnny Drake: Now, enjoy the Main Event Amarillo!! [The crowd cheers, as Drake stuffs the mic back into his pocket. He disappears through the back, follows by the guards and the two men. The shot cuts back to Tim and Jeff.] Tim: Wow, Blackjack's back!! Jeff: And he's about to get a shot at Sterling's gold!?! Tim: It's not Sterling's gold, jackoff... Jeff: Whatever... Tim: We'll be right back, with the Four Pits of Pain Match!! [Commercials] [As the camera cuts back from commercial, you see Vic Williams already in the ring. Surrounding the ring are the Four Pits of Pain - razorblades, thumbtacks, flourescent lightbulbs, and a pit of rubbing alcohol. "Save Yourself" slowly fades out, as Vic stares around at his surroundings.] Tim: That is one menacing site!! Jeff: Vic or the Pits? Tim: Both. [All of a sudden - all of the lights go out in the entire arena and the first slow chords of "Be Quiet and Drive" from the Deftones starts to play over the speaker system. A few fans of the Deftones start to cheer - but the rest of the crowd is silent - until the slideshow-esque entrance starts. Strobe Lights are turned up and it looks like a Black-and-white movie as The Lost Soul comes down the walkway in a very dark green coat that comes down to his knees - buttoned up all the way to his neck - and the collar coming over to just about below his ears. His long red hair flows down behind the coat - and barely underneath it do you see a dark ruby shirt that is very tight - showing his muscles well. His pants are a simply dark blue khaki - and he wears 64 eye black boots down to the ring. His eyes are a light blue - you can almost see through them but something prevents you - as The Lost Soul reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope. The scar the runs across the right side of his face - and down to his ear is clearly evident of something that happened in his past - as he has been reborn for the second time. The strobe lights keep flashing as he leans up against the second rope and taunts the crowd - who continues to boo out of respect.] Jeff: Let's get this bad boy underway!!
Four Pits of Pain Match [Vic suddenly dashes towards Lost Soul and chop blocks the back of his leg. Soul drops to the mat and Vic relentlessly pounds his head into the ground. Vic grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He levels Soul with a couple more right hands, and then plants a kick in his gut. Soul doubles over, and Vic locks on a standing head scissors. He lifts Soul up vertical, and drops him to the mat with a jumping piledriver. Soul lands rudely on his neck, and rolls towards a corner.] Tim: STIFF Piledriver by the "Vicious One"!! Jeff: Man... after 3 years together, these two are finally gettin' it on!! [Vic lifts Soul up to his feet and then backs to the ropes. Vic runs back and attempts a big boot. Lost Soul catches his leg over his shoulder and flips him over with a cradle suplex. vic lands hard and slides out to the razorblade pit.] Jeff: Whoa! ... The Zero Effect all the way to the outside... [Vic stumbles around on top of the razorblades, as Soul stands up. Soul bounces off the opposite ropes, and delivers a baseball slide dropkick to Vic's face. Vic's body drops HARD on the pile of blades, and he cringes in pain as Soul slides to the outside. Soul grabs Vic by the hair and manhandles him up to his feet. Vic's back is now bleeding profusely... Soul grabs Vic and irish whips him right into the ringpost. Vic hits the post backfirst and stumbles out back towards Soul. Soul runs and attempts a spear, but Vic moves out of the way and Soul catches a shoulder full of post.] Tim: Oh, that's gotta hurt!! [Soul drops into a sitting position, ands Vic begins planting kicks in the back of his head. Soul attempts to cover up, but it's no use. Soul suddenly collapses backwards, and Vic begins stomping his body down into the razorblades. The fans gasp as Vic jumps onto Soul's sturnum and drives him into the blades. Vic, then, grabs Soul by the hair, and pulls him over by the thumbtack pit. Soul is now bleeding from the back as well.] Tim: EWWWWW!! Jeff: *laughing* Look, Vic and Soul have matching birthmarks... [Vic takes Lost Soul and scoop slams him down onto the thumbtacks, so that Soul's feet are touching the ringpost. Lost Soul holds his back, as Vic slides into the ring and begins scaling the near ropes. Vic gets all the way to the top, and turns AWAY from Lost Soul.] Tim: What the hell is Vic Williams doing!?! [Vic stands up, and then leaps backwards. He performs an INCREDIBLE moonsault and drops onto Soul and the thumbtacks with a picture-perfect headbutt.] Tim, Jeff, & the Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHH!! [Vic rolls onto his back, revealing hundreds of tacks stuck into his chest/stomach.] Tim: ANARCHY PRESS ALL OVER THOSE THUMBTACKS!! ["HO-LY-SHIT, HO-LY-SHIT"] Jeff: These two aren't even fighting in the ring!! [Vic stays down for about 30 seconds, as the ref attempts to revive both men. Vic is the first up, and begins picking the thumbtacks out of his chest. The fans at ringside look away, as Vic flicks the tacks down at Lost Soul; who is stirring a little.] Jeff: That's... um... disgusting... [Vic slides back into the ring, and crawls over to a corner. He yells at Nigel Rolston for a chair, and Nigel throws a chair over the flourescent lights pit and into the ring. Vic begins picking up the chair, as Soul slides in with the assistance of the ref. Soul slowly gets up, as Vic starts warming up the chair. Soul makes it to his feet, and Vic winds up. He goes for a headshot, but Lost Soul ducks and spears him down to the ground. Soul grabs the chair and begins jabbing it into the face of Vic Williams. He, then, stands up and pulls Vic to his feet. Soul locks on an inverted suplex, and then backs himself to the ropes by the thumbtacks pit again. The Lost Soul lifts Vic over for an inverted suplex, but Vic lands on the apron. Showing amazing power, Vic forces Soul back over and right into a fireman's carry position.] Tim: Uh... oh... [Vic shifts his weight and throws Soul into the air for a flapjack. Vic lands HARD on the apron, but Lost Soul drops into the pit of thumbtacks yet again.] Jeff: That's The Denial... right into the Pit of Thumbtacks!! Tim: Vic Williams is really on tonight!! [The ref checks on both men, who are out of it. Somehow, Lost Soul is the first to move. He stands up, obviously with thumbtacks stuck in his chest, and forces his way back onto the apron. Both men bleed from their chest, back, and heads as they stand about 6 feet away from each other on the apron.] Tim: God, this is violent... [In an instant, Vic charges at Lost Soul; who is back-to-back with the ringpost near the flourescent lightbulb pit. Soul suddenly doubles over and back-body drops Vic over the ringpost and ropes, all the way down into the flourescent lightbulbs pit!!] Jeff: HOLY SHIT!! [Buzzing is heard throughout the arena, along with a defeaning "H-W-F, H-W-F" chant from the crowd. Soul falls into the ring, and then rolls out towards the flourescent lightbulbs pit. Vic almost looks like he's going into convulsions, as Lost Soul lifts him to his feet. Vic seems to be limping now, as Soul pulls him over to the rubbing alcohol pit. Soul smirks a little, and then lifts Vic into military press position. Vic kicks his legs to try and free himself, but it's no use. As the fans scream out in anticipation, Soul throws Vic's body into the pit filled with rubbing alcohol.] ["SPLASH"] Tim: Oh no!! Press Slam into the alcohol!! [Vic begins kicking in agony, as the alcohol burns into his numerous cuts and scraps. Soul takes the oppurtunity to grab a table from underneath the ring, and slide it into the middle of the ring. Soul begins yelling for the ref to set up the table, and the ref does as he's told. Soul nods in approval, and then slowly walks back towards Vic.] Tim: This is completely Out of Control!! Jeff: This is great!! We should have one of these matches every week!! Tim: I don't think insurance would cover that... [Lost Soul grabs Vic by the face and throws him onto the apron. He then gets on their himself. Soul quickly gets into the ring and moves the table perpendicular to the corner. He then grabs Vic and lifts him to his feet on the apron.] Tim: What could The Lost Soul be possibly formulating now!?! [Soul pulls Vic into the ring by the hair, and then gets onto the second rope. Soul then pulls Vic up to the second rope, and gets on the top rope himself - where he slaps on a standing head scissors.] Jeff: OH NO!! [The crowd stirs, as Lost Soul locks his arms and lifts Vic onto his shoulder. Vic slips out though, and gets crotched on the ring post.] Tim, Jeff, & the Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHH!! [Vic and Soul now sit back to back on the top turnbuckle. Suddenly, Soul gets rocked in the face with one of Vic's back elbows. Soul drops down into a sitting position on the mat, as Vic turns around into a sitting position on the top rope. Soul stands up, but Vic locks him in a reverse gutwrench and amazingly lifts him into a powerslam position.] Tim: NO!! HE WOULDN'T DO SUDDEN SILENCE THROUGH THE TABLE!! Jeff: YES... PLEASE GOD, YES!! [Vic stands up on the second rope, and then up to the top rope. Vic steadies himself, and then stares down at the table. He dives off the turnbuckle and DRIVES Lost Soul down THROUGH THE TABLE AND THROUGH THE RING CANVAS!!] Tim & Jeff: OH MY GOD!! ["HO-LY-SHIT, HO-LY-SHIT, HO-LY-SHIT, HO-LY-SHIT"] [The fans begin to stand on their chairs to see where Vic and Lost Soul disappeared to. The ref stands over the hole in the center of the ring, and looks down - searching for the two men. The crowd is still deafening, you can barely even hear the announcers.] Tim: FOLKS, I'M BEING TOLD THAT WE'RE OUT OF TIME!! Jeff: BUT WHAT ABOUT THIS MATCH!?! Tim: I DUNNO JEFF... BUT IT'S GONNA BE A WHILE BEFORE EITHER ONE OF THOSE MEN GET UP AGAIN!! [You hear the announcers say their goodbye's, as the ringbell rings out a few times. Fans begin pouring into the ringside area, and security runs from the back, as the screen slowly, but surely, fades... to .... black.]
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