 March 3rd, 2001 [6:58 pm | The Oceanside Ice Arena, Tempe Arizona] [The camera fade to black. As the opening of "Last Resort" by Papa Roach hits the speakers, the camera fade in to the Oceanside Ice Arena in Tempe, Arizona. Fans are pakced wall to wall, but nobody is sitting down. In the ring, stands Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson - both with microphones in hand. The GIGANTIC "H-W-F, H-W-F" slowly dies down to nothing, as Suicide's theme does the same. Tim Miller takes it all in for a few moments, and then slowly raises the mic to his mouth.] Tim: Welcome fans... to HWF's SATURDAY SUICIDE!! [Obiviously, a BIG pop for the show's start.] Tim: I'm Ti- [Jeff intterupts Tim.] Jeff: Shuddup, shuddup, shuddup... Tim: Huh? Jeff: We both know what the fans are here to see... and it's not you yapping like a dirty ape. [Tim glares over at Jeff, getting a little red in the face.] Tim: Dirty ape!?! Jeff: Yeah... so let's get to the action... [The crowd awes a little, as Tim and Jeff begin to leave the ring. Suddenly...] Jeff: But first... [BIGTIME pop for upcoming vulgar nickname.] Jeff: ... I'm your host of the evening... Jeff "I'm getting hot and bothered, here in Arizona, but my pants are even hotter, because I just popped a bona!!" .... [Loud cheers, but more laughs, for the hysterical nickanme.] Jeff & Crowd: ... ROBINSON!! [Jeff raises his arms in the air, as the fans give him a still-standing ovation. Jeff parades around the ring, but gets pulled out by Tim. The two exit the ring and hop to the outside, where they take their seats at ringside. Tim and Jeff each put on their headsets. Just then, the lights in the arena go out completely. The sound of thunder can be heard over the speakers, along with the opening... soft notes to ‘Clubbed To Death’ by Rob D.] Tim: Clubbed To Death? Jeff: That could only mean...! [Then an ominous voice speaks over the speakers, and the words he says appear over the Extream-tron.] [“YOU GET ME CLOSER TO GOD!”] [The climax of ‘Clubbed To Death’ plays as the lights come back on to show a figure dressed in a black business suit, in a crucifix stance inside the ring. He wears black sunglasses, has a ponytail and a growing blond beard.] Tim: Commissioner Collins! Jeff: He’s back!! Yes! He’s back! [Shawn takes off his sunglasses and smiles. There is a mixed reaction in the crowd, but “boos” can mostly be heard. Shawn pulls a mic up to his mouth, and let’s his hair loose with the other hand.] Shawn: Seven- The Seven Deadly Sins. What a theme... what an... intense topic. You’ve got so much on this issue... you got The Divine Comedy, Paradise Lost, The History Of The World, Summa Theologica, The Canterbury Tales... The Holy Bible. Truly the studied topic, isn’t it? What I’m wondering... is do any of you understand the matter behind the emotion. Do you know what will take place at the end of this month? The emotion is one thing... the philosophy and psychology... is another! But, fuck, enough about that shit. Let me get to the interesting stuff – me! [The crowd’s boos are more intense this time.] Jeff: He’s gonna talk about him, Tim! Tim: Yay... Shawn: Yeah, I’ve been gone for two months. You know WHERE I’ve been? Traveling the world! That’s right! I’ve been to several Asian and European countries over the past two months, oh and of course – Austrailia! WHAT was I doing there? None of your damn business. But let’s just say that Silky... you were right about German chicks, and Bisc... you were right about Aussie chicks! But now that that’s over, and I’m here... HWF, let me welcome you to the Collins era. Things will be going smoother than ever now that I’m back. In fact, I’ve already started working on booking the highly anticipated pay per view – SEVEN! But I’m not going to share my ideas with any of you, of course. Not yet, anyways. Tim: Oh, what a nice guy... Jeff: Don’t doubt the Commish! Shawn: But since I’m back now... I gotta get in touch with some of my friends, check how they’re doing, what they’ve been doing. I need to get updated down here. Hmmm... I wonder how Bisc and Claire are? [The boos are overwhelming.] Shawn: And... Trey! I wonder if he and Phoenix have been getting along for the past month. Hahahaha! It was genius, wasn’t it? Kudos to Bisc Li! Kudos! And we finally got the World Title off that iiiiiiiidiot, Lance Sterling! Kudos to Jonathan Storm and Rykopathe! Kudos! But now we have another little problem. That insignificant shyt, Gavin Coens believes he is the almighty! Weeelll fuck me! Last time I checked, he was a washed up nobody sitting in a stable that I put together! Ballocks... Oh well. Just to clarify it, I am god! And this Monday, you’re on the Corner! Anyways, I need to use the facilities. 2 more weeks until Seven. I’m outta here. Tim: What a ... useless message by the Commish! Jeff: Are you kidding? It was great! Tim: We’ll be back. [Commercials] [Fade in. "Original Prankster" by The Offspring comes on over the arena as the fans come to their feet! They start chanting "J-D-Bra-dy *Clap clap clapclapclap*" as they can just think about him. You hear women screaming his name threw the entire arena. Then about twenty seconds into the theme "The Original Prankster" JD Brady himself comes out to a thunderous pop! JD walks down to the ring, strutting this stuff, with women trying to get over the guardrails to get to him. JD walks over and gives a little kid a high-five and then JD goes into the ring, crawling under the ring ropes. Brady gets up onto the top turnbuckle and puts his arms in a spread eagle position, getting more cheers, as he waits for his opponent.] Tim: JD Brady has come down to the ring to begin the first match on tonight’s Saturday Suicide. Jeff: Yeah, and what about that main event? Vic, Rykopathe and Blackjack in the same ring! [The lights in the arena slowly fade as the fans come to an abrupt silence. The lights are completely out and the arena is pitch black. Then, a red spotlight shines on the top of the aisle. Starting at the bottom of the aisle, and continuing to the top, fireworks go off, and as soon as they hit the top, 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 looks at the fans and raises his arms, then walks down the aisle and gets into the ring as the music fades....] Tim: And there goes the bell.
Tables 'n Ladders Match Jeff: I think they can hear it! You don’t need to tell them every little thing that happens! Tim: Shut up and do your job. [Renegade and Brady immediately tie up, and Renegade pushes him to the floor. Brady gets up and they tie up a second time with Brady once again ending up on the floor.] Tim: Renegade is a bigger man; this is going to be quite a challenge for JD Brady. Jeff: And the winner of this match becomes the number one contender for Rage and his Hardcore Title. [Brady rolls outside of the ring, and taunts Renegade to follow. As Renegade moves to the outside of the ring, Brady pulls out a chair and smacks him upright his head. Renegade falls to his knees. Brady picks up a ladder from the ground, and puts it in the ring. The fans begin to cheer instantly. Brady lifts the ladder, and runs into Renegade as he starts to get up. Renegade falls back down after the impact with the ladder.] Tim: JD Brady has risen to the challenge thus far. Jeff: Yeah... making good use of those ladders! [Brady sets up the ladder again to ram into Renegade. He begins to run as Renegade gets up, but is met by Renegade’s boot. The ladder hits Brady in the head, and he falls to the floor. Renegade grabs Brady by the hair and lifts him. He pulls his arm back, and thrusts it forward into Brady’s face.] Jeff: Hey! That’s a closed fist! Is that legal? Tim: It’s the HWF! You can get away with murder here! [Renegade goes to the outside and grabs two tables. He opens them up, and sets them up, one on top of the other, on the outside of the ring. Meanwhile, Brady has gotten up and has set the ladder up near the turnbuckle and is climbing it.] Jeff: I think we’ll see something along those lines take place right... [JD Brady jumps off the ladder, trying to place a lateral splash on Renegade. Renegade turns to see this... and moves! Brady lands on the small tower of tables, making no contact with Renegade. The two tables shatter below him, and he lies on the ground holding his ribs.] Jeff: NOW! Tim: He just jumped 10 feet onto two tables! And he completely shattered them! [Renegade is standing looking at Brady. He smiles, and bends down in order to pick Brady up. He grabs his head and begins to lift him, but Brady jumps up with an uppercut and knocks Renegade off his feet.] Tim: HOW’D HE DO THAT? Jeff: I don’t know! But now both of them are down! [We zoom on Brady, and it is revealed that he had been wearing a pair of brass knuckles.] Tim: Where did he get those?! Jeff: That sneaky fucking Russian... Tim: What? He’s not Russian! Jeff: Oh... Tim: You watch too many movies! [Brady slowly begins to get up. He throws the brass knuckles to a side, and pins Renegade.] [One... ... ... ... Two... ... ... ... Kick out!] [Brady swears out loud, and rolls Renegade back into the ring. Brady grabs another table and sets it up between the ring apron and the guardrail outside.] Tim: Oh God... that can’t be good! Jeff: Dear Gavin! What’s he doing? [Renegade is stirring in the ring. Brady comes in and lifts him up again. Brady throws Renegade into the ropes, and Renegade comes back with a giant spear! Renegade stomps his foot and yells something out to the fans, and they cheer. Brady slowly gets up. Renegade chops him.] [“WHOO!”] [Brady chops back!] [“WHOOOO!”] [Renegade goes for a roundhouse punch, but Brady ducks, and hits a belly to back powerbomb on him. Brady sets up the ladder near the mini-scaffold on the guardrail and ring apron. He begins to climb it, Renegade sensing that Brady might pull a high flying maneuver on him begins to climb the other side of the ladder.] Tim: Wait a second! Renegade hasn’t seen the mini-scaffold yet! Jeff: Stop ruining the surprise. You’re such a homersexual. Tim: Speak English you prick! [The two begin to duke it out on the top of the ladder; punch after punch. Brady is on the side of the scaffold. Renegade is on the side with the ring mat. Brady begins to teeter, and struggles to hold on after a punch. Brady grabs on to Renegade’s head, pulls himself forward for more power and kicks the ladder. Renegade falls forward, off the ladder and breaks through the table (mini-scaffold) outside the ring, his legs hitting the guardrail. Brady falls down straight, bouncing his head off the ropes, and falling forward, face-first onto the fallen ladder.] Tim: OH MY GOD! Brady just used a modified DDT to swing Renegade off the ladder! Jeff: *AHEM* OH MY GAVIN! I THINK HE NEARLY KILLED RENEGADE! [Renegade begins to twitch on the outside.] Jeff: Nearly... Tim: No, I think he nearly broke his legs! [Renegade begins to move his legs.] Tim: Nearly... [Brady begins to move to the outside of the ring in order to pin Renegade. As he goes down to pin, Rage runs out from the entranceway. Brady sees him, and gets up. As Rage enters the ring, Brady clotheslines him. Rage quickly gets up and strong lariats Brady. Renegade is struggling to get in the ring, but when he does, he is met with a kick to the gut, and a Rage Bomb!] Tim: WHAT THE HELL? Jeff: Rage has come to save both these wrestlers from killing themselves! Tim: All he did was interfere! [The bell rings as “Orange Krunch” by Green Jelly hits the speakers. Rage smiles, grabs his Hardcore Title, and leaves the ring.] Jeff: Wait... who won the match? Tim: We don’t know! And, there is no number one contender! Jeff: That sneaky fucking Russian... Tim: What? You fucking twit! We’ll be back after these commercials. [Commercials] [The camera fades back in as "Naveed" by Our Lady Peace is blasting through the speakers. Kyle Corman emerges from the back, met with some faint "WEL-COME-BACK" chants. Corman ignores the crowd and struts down to the ring. He slides in and walks directly to the other side. He motions for a microphone, and an attendant gives him one. Corman leans back to the corner, and slowly raises the mic towards his mouth.] Kyle Corman: Five months...... five whole months that I've been back on this roster and I've accomplished nothing. That would make most men want to give up and quit. And I almost did. You see, something happened over the last two months, something devastating to a wrestlers career. It wasn't losing a title, it wasn't been cast aside, oh no. I lost the motivation to be great in this business. [Crowd is mostly silenced, mostly confused.] Kyle Corman: I lost the determintation and drive that I came back with. I came back to the HWF with a fire burning bright with in me, and it soon blew out. The one reason, the SOUL REASON why I came back was for a piece of hardware, and to prove that I am no fluke, that am for real, and that I can take what anyone can dish out, but most imporatantly, I can give some back. Well, I've taken a hell of a lot, and given a hell of a lot back, and now I'm ready to go after what I came here to do. And it all starts with one man, one man who holds what I truly want... The New Pop Sensation, Jonathan Storm. [The crowd boo's to Storms name and Kyle moves to the middle of the ring and begins speaking again.] Kyle Corman: The Canadian Title has eluded me for long enough, time after time I have been so close, but haven't been able to take it up a notch to take it. Now the time has come to step up, and go all out and take what I want. John Storm, this is a formal challenge to you, to put the Canadian title on the line with a True Canadian Hero next week on Suicide. And whether you take the match for next week, or if I have to work through every single guy on this roster to get to you, I'll do it, I'll do it for the fans, I'll do it for Canada, hell, I'll do it just to kick your ass!! [Crowd cheers, as Corman continues...] Kyle Corman: But most of all... I'll do it for me... Your choice Storm, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, but I won't stop till I strip that title off of your waist and save the HWF of pieces crap like yourself. I guarantee it! [Corman's music hits again, and he slowly makes his way to the back. He disappears through the curtain as the fans cheer a little. His music fades out.] Tim: Welcome back Kyle Corman!! Jeff: Yeah, yeah, whaever... the second matchup on the card is up next! Tim: Oh yeah... First Smackdown Title match under new rules - and first defense for the mighty Solomon. Jeff: Mighty? Phht....let's just get it on. [The low electronic hum that begins the Lo-Fideltiy All-Stars' "Battle Flag" wafts over the arena as the lights go out, but for a few blue strobes, flickering over the crowd in time. As the heavier beat kicks in, the blue spot light finds Tempest doing a few quick dance steps much to Chris Davison's amusement.] Jeff: Aw, what the Hell is he doing here? Tim: Jeff, get a grip, she tried to keep Rykopathe out of his business last week and now he's returning the favor. Jeff: He's here to keep Rykopathe out of her business? Tim: No, you moron! Probably to keep Silky out of her business. Jeff: Like I said, what the Hell is he doing here? *grumbles* [Tempest makes her way to the ring, dancing a little, slapping hands, with an occasional smile at Davison who seems to be getting his own round of cheers. Tempest trots up the steps and doesn't stop as she scuttles up to the top turnbuckle and waves to the crowd. Davison stands beneath her and waves, then looks up a she smiles down at him.] Tim: Anyway before Kyle gets out here, I'll explain the stips of the Smackdown! Championship matchup, and any other Smackdown! Division matchups that were called by VP Li last week - incase you missed out. Jeff: Yeah! Bisc always comes up with great ideas! Tim: Um, do you want to anal invade him you homo? Jeff: WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?! Tim: You're always suckin' up man, anyway...This match takes place whenever the Smackdown! Title is on the line - or a Smackdown Division match talkes place. Smackdown Division matches run with a 30 minute timelimit. In that time limit there's two options. Be the one with the most amount of points at the end of the limit to win - 2 points are awarded for FIRST Blood, 1 point is awarded for SECOND blood, 2 Points are awarded for putting your opponent through a table, 3 points for a pinfall, 3 points for a submission, 5 points for a knock out/TKO. OR 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 match/title. But as you can see, the title ISN'T hanging in this one - but instead a briefcase is - I don't think Kyle got in early enough today to give the title to HWF's Crew. Jeff: Grr, anyway this should be a interesting matchup - so early on in Suicide!! [Suddenly "High Voltage" by Linkin Park hits the speakers as Kyle Solomon appears from the black abyss of the backstage area. With eyes opened focusedly and staring at Tempest, 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 anyone who may want a piece of his ass. 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 as he is tossed a mic...] Solomon: Tempest... [The crowd erupts at the mention of Tempest's name, (especially the boys) as Solomon patiently waits to continue] Solomon: Over the past week, I've been watching the tapes of your matches for insight into tonight's competition. Of every detail I could muster... The Mark just couldn't let his mind escape from one thing... you have mastered one task that not many others can boast. You've won over the fans to the extent that they will cheer you, even as you stand across from their champion... Kyle Solomon. The applause for you is great in volume... if not greater in volume than the applause given to The Mark himself. And while this may not have bothered the old Kyle Solomon; a side that was so cocky and arrogant that he would overlook such a trivial detail. [A rumble crosses over the crowd as they begin to wonder just what Kyle is getting at] Solomon: But this Kyle... the new man that stands before you, strength ever replenishing as his wisdom of the ring grows slowly after every battle... he will not be so foolish. For in this day in age, where the fans sign the paycheck that gives The Mark food to eat; he realizes that as the applause grows greater for you, you may just fight harder than ever before to keep it at that great volume... over the chants of Solomon across the arena. Solomon: Well Tempest, unlike before, where emotions were clouded by foolishness and ignorance, I would like to confess something to you right now. [Tempest looks at Kyle semi-confusedly as she tilts her head in question while Kyle continues] Solomon: I... am a VERY jealous man Tempest. While I do not ENVY the chants you get... I do wish them for myself. So while you will fight hard for the fans, to keep their love, their cheers, and their admiration; Kyle Solomon will fight TWICE as hard to TAKE those cheers from you. To earn back the defeaning roar of the crowd that used to muster so much strength in Kyle Solomon; only this time, THIS Kyle Solomon will not take the applause for granted. He will not take the fans of TEMPE ARIZONA... [Cheap pop] Solomon: ... or ANY OTHER fan, from ANY OTHER city for granted. He will fight for their respect... and in THIS VERY RING, when he has fully regained the admiration he used to so carelessly obtain... it will not flee again so easily as the first time. THIS TIME, the chants, the cheers, the roars and applause of the fans will stay with Kyle Solomon, never to be stripped from him again. And with loss of the fans comes the loss of respect, and the loss of admiration. How will you perform without those adoring eyes glaring up at you Tempest? Without the cheers of the fans pushing you farther and farther to overcome this adversary? Solomon: You see Tempest, while my match with you lays in my near future... I look forward to it. I look forward to it for the same reason the fans do: because I want to know what I'm going to do next. I want to know whats going to come after you. What obstacle will be thrown in the way of The Mark after tonight. So while you're in my future, I shall wait in anticipation. As I speak, my hand trembles as I fight the urge to drop the mic and attack you with the force of a thousand men; fighting for a future. But alas, while my body grows stronger in anticipation, your body shall grow weaker... for you will have nothing left to live for after tonight. My future lays ahead of me, and I assure you, it IS great. But while my future is flooded with prosperity, your future is destined to end as part of my past. Once that bell rings to open our match, you become part of Kyle Solomon's present: A mere feat standing in his way to the rest of his future. A part of his life that he is destined to overcome and discard into the depths of his past to be forgotten along with the memory of his childhood, and the man he used to be. Solomon: So Tempest, when that bell rings, muster up all the applause you can while you still have it. Use it to your advantage and don't be so foolish as to take it for granted: for you shan't have it for long. And around the middle of our match, please don;t panic as the realization creeps up on you that I am taking the fans away from your side of the fence. I am taking your respect, your pride, and your admiration along for the ride too, and I shall continue to strip you of all feelings of importance and/or worth until you are reduced to a fearful... quiet... Solomon: Cry.... for.... Help.
Smackdown Title Match [Solomon drops the mic and tosses him his belt as an attendant reaches in and grabs them away. The ref stands between Solomon and Tempest as the bell rings and the ref hightails it of the way as Solomon slowly walks towards Tempest with fire and intensity in his eyes...Tempest and Solomon circle each other warily. He makes a grab for her, but she ducks and delivers a swift drop kick to the back of his head. He rolls up and springboards off the ropes, this time, ducking low enough to grab her for a swinging DDT. She hits the mat and rolls over, and over and over as he goes after her. As he bends down she stops and lifts her legs, delivering a two footed kick to his face. As he staggers she leaps onto the second rope and flips back into a high moonsault landing across his back and plunging him face first to the mat, where Solomon bounces right up and is quickly back to his feet - and drops Tempest with a devestating clothesline that sends Tempest flipping right over, but she lands on her feet - they both spin around like Gladiators, no-one in the lead....and both smirk at each others technical ability, as the crowd get to their feet!] Tim: OH MY GOD - that exchange was LIGHTNING quick - this match is going to be sweeeeeeeeeeet, both competitors are evenly matched... Jeff: I can't believe I'm gunna do this - GO SOLOMON GO!! [Both competitors, break their eye lock before takin' a quick glimps to the outside where the ominous ladder awaits to be set up in the ring for maybe a quick title retrieval. Tempest then runs at Solomon, doing a complete forward sommersault in the air - and landin' on Solomon's shoulders...she then rolls right over again, as if going forwards into a Sunset Pin - but Kyle just drops down onto his ass crunching Tempest up in 2 with a Back to Belly Tombstone Piledriver...] Jeff: Oooooh, that woulda HURT! Tim: Ouch - Solomon knows what he's up against tonight - and he ain't taken no stops! Jeff: This is actually one time that Kyle's little puny body is actually up against someone more punier than him! Tim: Well, he's fighting a woman! Jeff: I'm afraid that's like one of the only things he could beat! [Solomon spins around, already seemingly exhausted from his rigerous No-Sleep routine...but still fobs it off to drop down with a "Quick as a Hiccup" Legdrop. Solomon then picks up a dazed and confused Tempest, before signalling a #1 with his hands, he then grabs Tempest in a Front face-chanery before reaching under Tempests chest and grabbing her opposite hand, he then uses that to whip her around into an inverted facelock. From there he hooks a leg and pulls her over with an Inverted Fisherman's Suplex, she lands HARD on her shaply chest, but Solomon keeps the leg hooked - which would normally be a pin - but in this case a wikkid submission hold] Jeff: Cry for Help! C'mon little Tempest, cry for us... Tim: You make me sick. But Tempest is caught in a bad situation here. [Tempest flaps around, then twists her head just a little and a brief flash is visible in her eyes as she reaches back and lets out a yell as she rakes her fingernails into Kyle's face. He let's go and grimaces a moment before discovering the blood from the claw wounds. Tim: Tempest saves herself and gets first blood! That's 2 points. Jeff: Points?! That's not legal. Tim: It is in this match. [Tempest is up, but it's obvious she's favoring her back. Davison on the outside is cheerin' for his soon-to-be, but seems a bit pissed at Solomon. Solomon checks his face again, and then tilts his head to the side with a look of Disgust and Dis-respect in his eye. He then shakes his head and walks backwards before dropping to the outside.] Tim: Uhhh, what's he doing? [Solomon walks across and simply grabs the ladder, he slides it in. But as he gets up onto the apron to enter, Tempest runs across and springs up onto the ropes infront of him....she jumps STRAIGHT up in the air, before grabbing Solomon around the throat with a head-scissors, she then flips backwards - but Solomon grabs the ropes and this causes Tempest to fall straight on her back. The crowd ooh, but then Solomon jumps up onto the ropes and slings in with an elbow drop onto the mat - Tempest rolls away in the nick of time. Solomon is up instantly but is shaking his elbow in a bit of pain.] Jeff: Smart move by a dumb woman, how is that possible? Tim: Just like stupid comments from a smart commentator happen all the time... [Tempest kips up, and then swings with what seems to be a deadly muay-thai style roundhouse kick to the side of Solomons head, BUT, as she seemingly connects she pulls herself up and ends up on Solomons shoulders in an electric chair position. She does nothing though to the suprise of the crowd, and Solomon takes advantage by seizing her by the ankles and stepping OVER the fallen ladder, before looking down.] Tim: I don't think Solomon could drop her backfirst across the ladder, if he's a gentleman! Jeff: Well, A fight's a fight man - people gotta realise that! And boy is this a fight. [Just as it looks like Tempest's back is going to have Ladder Sized Dents in it - she suddenly arches RIGHT backwards...her legs still seized under the pits of Solomon though so she hangs back to back, head to heel. While she's showing her great flexablitity, she puts her hands on the floor as the crowd burst into cheers, she then flexes backwards and reaches under Solomons legs - he then realises what's happening but it's too late, Tempest musters every inch of strength in her petit body and pulls forwards, causing Solomon to be swept forwards - landing on his face - and Tempest landing on his back with his legs hooked...she then follows it up into the best Bostan Crab she can handle.] Jeff: Oh my, even though that was a nice little show of atleticism - look at that pathetic Boston Crab! Tim: You try and whip a Boston Crab onto Kyle Solomon - he's no pushover. [Then....Solomon relaxes - which causes Tempest to bend Solomon nearly in half, but all to Solomon's plan - it seems, as although a great deal of pain shoots through his spine this allows Solomon to be in the reach of Tempest as he reaches up and grabs her under the armpits, and pulls her forward causing her to drop the hold, and fall backwards into a Back-Slide type pinfall. But Solomon doesn't hold the pin, instead he pushes off with his legs - while holding Tempest' legs, causing him to flip over into what looks like a pinning attempt] [One...Two...Tempest kicks out!] Tim: Too early in the matchup there. [Solomon is quick to his feet, and is ready as Tempest gets up gingerly and is quickly put back down with a Scoop Slam right besides the deadly ladder. Solomon then hops over the ladder and quickly leaps to the top rope - as the crowd gasp as it looks like the menu is servin' up a great deal of Tempest Hotcakes for all. Solomon then turns to face Tempest - it seems like hours pass in a simple few seconds as Solomon LEAPS off the turnbuckle as camera's flash as he rotates 450 before rotating an extra 80 and then an extra 10 into what completes his 540 Swanton Bomb, BUT, Tempest uses a quick glimps of wit and pulls the ladder across before scampering out of the way. Solomon crashes neck/shoulders first into the ladder, as he instantly bounces off and lies motionless on the cold hard canvas as the crowd gasp - and look a bit worried.] Jeff: Is he dead? Tim: Well... Jeff: SWEEEEET! Even though we didn't get rid of Tempest - one less Solomon is a good one. [Tempest spins up and around, to see Solomon motionless and she gasps before putting her hand over her mouth in shock. She looks over at Chris who doesn't care one bit for Solomon and motions for her to continue. She almost seems shocked by Chris, but realises -even though appaled- that she can score a quick pinfall. She quickly scurries across to Solomon and goes for a leg hooked pinfall.] [One....Two....Three!] Jeff: HOLY FUCK! Goddamnit Solomon you weak piece of shit, get up and kill that hussy ho. Tim: Whoa, that's three points - Tempest is up by 5 on Solomon, with - 18 minutes to go in this one. Maybe she should just skale the ladder and win! Jeff: I can't believe she's this far up - even though I dont' like Girl Solomon, he shouldn't be going this bad. Tim: Must, HAS to be his Rigorous Training - BUT - in no way you must count out Tempest's skill in the ring - these two have been going back and forth all week, it's going to be damn close. [Tempest looks a slight bit concerened for her opponent, but realises she's got a match to WIN! Tempest quickly picks Kyle up, and whips him into the ropes, but on his returns his saggy eyes BURST open, as he goes for a monster spinning wheel kick - Tempest is shocked but sees it coming and arches back into a sweet K-Kwik Bridge type thing, causing Kyle to land on his back. Tempest then slips and falls on her back - this doesn't phase her, as she quickly sits up and slaps her forehead with a "D'oh!" expression and a smile. She then quickly drops to her back - and puts her arms over and kips up EXACTLY as Kyle kips up. They both then stand eye to eye, but instead of doin' the old push fest - both competitors back off and give each other some room.] Tim: My god - with all the heated words from earlier in the week - these two actually are wrestling with respect. Jeff: Ya know - Respect is a 7 letter word - and you know... Tim: You honestly don't know where the fuck you're goin' with this right? [Tempest runs in, but quickly drops down and evades a Solomon's collar and elbow tieup attempt, as she drops down swings around and grabs Kyle in a waistlock, and pushes him off - which causes him to stumble into the corner face first. She then runs in after him, but he's playin' possum - as right as she gets there, he spins and grabs her and sends her crashing chest first with all her momentum into the turnbuckles...as she stumbles backwards clutching her chest and the crowd ooh's, he reaches under her arm pits and pulls her straight up into the air - he then turns 45 degrees and drops her down with an INVERTED SKY HIGH right across the lying ladder! Tempest quickly rolls over and kicks and screams as she's in a definate amount of get-overable pain.] Jeff: Oh my god! Tempest's tits have been squashed!! Tim: JEFF! [leans over ready to bitch-smack Jeff for such a obnoxious comment] Jeff: [Cowers in fear] [Solomon then stands up, and reaches down grabbing her in a waistlock - he then literally pulls her to her feet, and spins her around. Kyle then whips Tempest into the ropes and as she comes back, grabs her and lifts her ito a vertical suplex at the very edge of the ring, where the deadly concrete is just below. Tempest's eyes open at the last second and she grabs the ropes, flipping down them and landing on her feet, Kyle wheels around just in time to have her grab his head and drop to the floor, yanking his neck across the top rope. He staggers back as Tempest disappears beneath the apron.] Jeff: Hey! Come back here you coward! Tim: Ya know, if that were anyone else, you'd be excited about what they might find under there and bring out. [Solomon rises and slips out of the ring, looking around for her. On the other side of the ring, Tempest scoots out and sets up a table, pulling it close to one corner, while he circles the ring. Eventually he reaches Tempest and fires away with a hard right. She staggers back and he hauls back again as she backs up and he advances. This time she ducks the punch and his fist lands with a resounding clang against the metal. He howls briefly, clutching his hand, but Tempest takes the opportunity to grab his head and runs toward the steps. But instead of slamming his head into them, she runs up the steps and pushes back with all her might off the top one. She flips back and drops his neck in a reverse bulldog right through the table.] Tim: Rottweiler through the table! 2 points and a devasting move. Ooo, she looks hurt though. Jeff: Good! Never liked those damn dogs anyway. Tim: I JUST REALIZED - TEMPEST IS UP BY 7!! Jeff: snuzzlewozzulefuzzlemuzzlecuzzle Tim: Shut UP Mutley! [As Solomon drops throught the table, instead of lying their motionless - he's INSTANTLY back up and shakin' his fist, not in outrage but in pain.] Jeff: OH MAH GOD! THE CRAZY FUCK HAS SNAPPED! Tim: I don't know, but Solomon's changing lately - I can't predict him anymore....he's on the verge of loosing his sanity in my eyes. Jeff: I must say, he is a bit Closer to the Edge. [Solomon although up and alert - is quick to stumble backwards and take support up by the apron. He looks down, where Tempest hasn't moved from her own move through the table - before he feels his fingernail scratches in his face, and feels the dry blood. At this time too, Tempest is starting to get up. Kyle slowly enters back into the ring, as Tempest gets up and frowns - before rubbing her tush in a slight show of pain and frustration, she then snaps a glance at Chris who smiles. Tempest shrugs and manages to hop up onto the apron, Kyle gets to his feet just as Tempest springs up and flys at Solomon with a Cross Body - but Kyle catches her and swings her around and up into a Torture Rack before continuing 360 degrees before steadying and dumping her to the side, before he swings his leg up onto her head and completing a Torture Rack into Fameasser combo!] Tim: MY GOD! Tempest Underestimated Kyle on that one! Jeff: Friggen hell Tim - that was lame-o-rific! Tim: Well, she did - and that's Solomon's "Underestimation"... Jeff: Look man - you don't gotta explain your crap jokes for people. [Solomon doesn't even let up, he quickly picks Tempest up and whips her into the corner - she doesn't spin around in time and once again she smashes into it chest first - this time however as she stumbles backwards, Kyle grabs her around the waist, and looks like he's going to Geman Suplex her over - but isntead he stalls her up and dumps her forwards, which sits her on the top facing the crowd. Kyles then gets up behind her, and grabs her around the waist again.] Tim: Nooo - Solomon's turned it up a notch here tonight. This is a newly found agression if you ask me. Jeff: Just as long as he German's her off their onto her pencil neck. [Solomon, stands on the middle rope - and tries to Belly to Back suplex her off the top rope - Tempest's eyes burst open as she grabs onto the top rope for dear life. Kyle huffs and puffs - and tries again, still there's no flying Tempest's. Tempest then shows a slight bit of desperation as she starts burstin' back elbows into Solomon's head like a Crazed Madwoman in her late 90's on Crack Cocain and Speed. Each blow seems to make Solomon a bit more mad, untill he BLOCKS ONE! Once he blocks it, he reaches up and grabs on a half nelson on Tempest, he then reaches up and grabs the other makin' it a Full Nelson.] Tim [whispers]:........oh no [Kyle then steps up over the top ropes and hooks his legs in before he sends Tempest crashing over into a career ending Dragon Suplex that puts the crowd in a dead Silence. Solomon while hangin' in a self-put Tree of Woe, puts his hands down and handstands out of it, before dropping down next to Tempest. Solomon then grabs her in a Dragon Sleeper, before wrenching her over into a deadly Sleeper Clutch....as Davison looks away feeling his Fiancee's pain.] Jeff: SWEEEEEEET, She can't even spinal tap because she's already dead... Tim: I can't believe Solomon's doing that though... Jeff: WELL - if the boot was on the other foot it WOULDN'T matter.....why because she's a woman - does she DESERVE any special treatment? You step into a man's world - you get treated like a man! Tim: That's a very... Jeff: SHUT YOUR MOUTH HO! You know I'm right. [Tempest can't even tap, so the ref checks her doing the old 3-Drops Test.] [Her hand goes up....and drops....ONE!] Jeff: That's one (step closer to her end!) [A second Try - her hand goes up...and drops! TWO!] Tim: Nooo! [Third one, and once again Droppage....THREE!] Jeff: Well - I think that's classed as a KO - so that's a big FIVE points to Kyle. Tim: Wow - with one move he 's back in the race - with 9 minutes to go. [Solomon doesn't even hesitate, quickly dropping over for a pin...] Jeff: Whoa - he must really want this belt... Tim: They've both given it all - they must want that Smackdown Belt! [One....Two... Tim: KICKOUT!! ..Three...She flinches but no kickout!] Jeff: Solomon's in the lead?! Tim: My god - with two moves in quick succession.... [Chris Davison then shouts some encouragement to her, but makes no move to enter the ring while Solomon gets up and yells something at him. Suddenly the arena erupts in boos as a familiar figure appears at the top of the ramp.] Jeff: It's Silky! Here to save the day! Tim: Oh no... She doesn't need saving. Jeff: What the Hell match are you watching? Damn straight she does and Davison isn't doing it. [Davison meets Silky halfway up the ramp as Silky screams at him gesturing towards the ring. Davison answers shaking his head, although he looks frustrated and shoves Silky back as he bellows at him. Silky shoves back and takes a swing, but Chris ducks and barrels into Silky. they tumble over and then back up trading rights as they battle back beyond the curtain.] Jeff: Was that Silky then? Or just a poser - he just got treated like a bitch by DAVISON! [Solomon looks over at where Silky got man handled by Davison, and he can't help but to manage a quick little chuckle. Tempest then slowly sneeks in from behind Solomon - as she's just got up - she motion's for the crowd to "Shhhh" before she grabs Solomon's hand and quicky wrenches it around, before she leaps up onto the ropes and then bounces and drops down on her butt on the top rope, before springing up and landin' split legged on it before finally rotating around and bouncing off with both feet - back to Solmon and still holding hands - and doing a moonsault into arm dragon screw pull over - which looks like Solomon's elbow gets pulled RIGHT OUT OF IT'S FREAKING JOINT!] Tim: WHAT A MOVE BY TEMPEST!! Another Circuit Routine followed by a Backwards Sommersault into Arm Dragon Screw whip!! Egad! Jeff: Phhhhhhhhhhhht! Tim: Solomon's in the lead by one anyway, not too long to go in this one either! [Solomon back back to the corner - grasping his left elbow with a huge grimace across his face. Tempest then darts in and bounces up on Kyle - before Mokey Flipping him over, his destination: "Across the ladder"] Tim: OUCH! Solomon must be broken in half! Jeff: How could she do such a thing? That's sexist! Tim: Actually, this is like Tempest when she fought Night Stalker not to long ago at the PPV! [As Solomon lies back-first across the ladder, Tempest then runs for the turnbuckles again. This time she doesn't stop until she run's to the top. She springs off the top rope into a double back flip moonsault and lands with a resounding crash on top of Solomon!!!] Tim: WHAT A MOVE BY TEMPEST! With under a minute to go, if she gets the Pin - it's ALL OVER! [Tempest scurries to the best of her ability and falls over a motionless Solomon for a quick pin...] Jeff: NO !!! [One............Two..............Three.......NO!] Tim: OH MY GOD! How'd SOLMON DO THAT?! Jeff: SWEEEET! Atleast Tempets hasn't won it! [Solomon kicks out with mere milisecond to go, as the crowd get to their feet - not going for Solomon OR for Tempest but for both in this "Anyone could win" matchup. Tempest quickly covers her face and sighs with a seemingly lost cause look under her covered face, and an amount of desperation creeping in. Then she puts her hands on her hips and huffs, before realising that there's only around 30 seconds in the match to go. She quickly darts up to the top-turnbuckle, but before she leaps off, Solomon stumbles to his feet....] [20 seconds to go] [She leaps, for a huge Cross-Body check.....but Solomon catches her...] [13 to go] [Solomon quickly changes it around into the RIGHT ON THE MARK!] [Only 8 to go now] [But for once in his career, Tempest doesn't get driven, as they both spin into what would seem to be a succesfull title defense, Tempest curls up as she's about to be Marked. This allows her to Roll Solomon up into an inside cradle with 4 Seconds to go!!] Tim: OH MY GOD! THIS IS NAILBITING! [One......Two......?!?!?!? - the Buzzer for the end of the 30 minutes goes off showing that either Solomon's won by 1 point - or if Tempest gets the pin she'll win by 2.] Jeff: WHAT THE HELL? WHO THE FUCK WON?! Tim: Uhhhh, even I don't know.....did Tempest get the pinfall? If she did, she'll win by Two points! [Both competitors are quick to their feet, as the ref grabs......TEMPEST'S HAND!! Solomon looks pizissed, and quickly drops to the outside...] Tim: TEMPEST IS THE NEW SMACKDOWN CHAMPION!! I guess she got the pin! Jeff: Nooooooooooooooooooo..... Tim: IN A VERY CLOSE MATCHUP! THIS SMACKDOWN DIVISION IS HARD 2 THE CORE!! It went back and forth all through the match... Jeff: ....ooooooooooooooooooooo [As Tempest looks extatic in the ring and continues celebrating to the cheers of the crowd, Solomon looks around for something - a chair maybe?! Instead he grabs the Smackdown Title belt, and looks down at it with a sick grin.] Tim: NO SOLOMON - you CANNOT do what I think you're going to! [Solomon slides in behind a Cheering Tempest, and holds the belt in his right hand - he then drops down in a "Ready for Rock Bottom" Rocky pose - as the crowd almost start to booo - he then taps Tempest on the shoulder, as she spins around he......doesn't smash her with the belt - instead he gives it to her, and aknowledges her efforts before shaking her hand!! Now this sends the crowd crazy - HUGE Sol-o-mon chants echo through the arena....] Tim: Phew! I didn't think Solomon was that cheap - it's great to have talent like him in this HWF Roster, and I look forward to his rematch soon! [Tempest smiles at Kyle, but before Solomon leaves....a man jumps the railing behind Kyle and slides in, complete with chair by side!] Jeff: SILKY HAS COME BACK! This is the REAL Silk Shady folks! Tim: Or maybe, he just evaded Davison backstage, eh? And did I mention you NOW have the worst joke of the night title handed to you? [Tempest's eyes open in horror, and Solomon looks like he's muttering "What the fuck?!". But before Solomon can turn, Silky blasts him in the back of the head, causing Solomon to go smashing into Tempest who crashes backwards onto the ladder. Both Solomon and Tempets lie motionless on the ground as the crowd boo's Silky like never before. Instead of looking mad, he just stops and does a very William Regal-esque "Wave to the crowd" motion complete with stiff upper lip. This turns the crowd even more pyscho - calling Silky even words Collins or Bisc couldn't make up. Silky then grabs the title off the ground and spits on it, before throwing it down - he then exits as his music cuts in over Tempest's.] Jeff: GO SILKY GO! Finally I can not cheer for Solomon or for *shudders* Tempest... Tim: You make me sick you git. Did you just see how cheap and bad that was? A great match has now been tarnished by Silky's immaturity. No-one will remember Tempest overcoming Solomon's great skill - INSTEAD they'll remember how Silky came and knock'd them both out. This is stupid, cut to a commercial.....PLEASE. [Commercials] Tim: Alright, welcome back folks... everything in the ring looks cleaned up. Jeff: Let's get on to the next match... [The camera cuts to the ring, where the last verse of DMX's "One More Road to Cross" slowly fades out. Jack "The Mack" Daddy stands in the middle of the ring, facing the entrance way. A ref stands behind him, casually talking to one of the ring attendants.] Tim: 'The Mack' will be fighting an HWF legend tonight, in The Lost Soul... Jeff: Pfft... Legend!?! There's only one legend around here... Tim: Lance Sterling? Jeff: Did you have to ask? [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!!
No Disqualifacation [Lost Soul and Jack Daddy slowly circle around the ring. They finally lock up, and Soul forces Jack back into a corner. Soul plants a few kicks in the corner and then whips Jack Daddy to the other side. Jack flies into the corner hard and gets met with a big boot on the way out. Lost Soul drops a few elbows on Jack Daddy and then brings him back up to his feet. Soul picks him up for a suplex, and drops him down forward with a gourdbuster.] Tim: Nice Gourdbuster by The Lost Soul. Jeff: He looks to be having his way with 'The Mack' in the early going... [Lost Soul picks up Jack Daddy and backs him up to the ropes. Soul whips Jack to the ropes and spears him down to the ground HARD on the way back. Lost Soul stands up and looks down at Jack Daddy, with a disgusted look on his face. Soul slides to the outside, where he digs under the ring a grabs a table. He slides the table into the ring, and sets it up near a corner. He walks over to Jack Daddy and slams him down to the ground one more time. He then calls for chair from the ring attendants.] Tim: The Lost Soul is just dominating 'The Mack' in the early going, here... [The Lost Soul catches a chair from one of the ring attendants, and sets it up in the center of the ring - about 5 feet from the table near the corner. Soul lifts up Jack Daddy and whips him to the ropes. Jack bounces off, and Soul drop-toe-holds him right down onto the steel chair!! The fans gasp on impact, as Jack's head bounces rudely off the steel.] Jeff: Oh my god!! Tim: That couldn't have felt too good for 'The Mack'... [Soul manhandles Jack up to his feet and punts the chair out of the ring. Soul locks Jack in suplex position and lifts him up vertical. He holds him there fo a few seconds, and then drops Jack down into a VERY high angle DDT. Once again, the crowd gasps.] Tim: Suplex into DDT!! Jeff: The Lost Soul is teariung 'The Mack' a new one here tonight!! [Lost Soul rolls Jack Daddy over, and attempts a pin.] [One... ...Two... ...THR...KICKOUT!!] Tim: Late three count, already!?! [Soul lifts Jack Daddy up by the hair, but gets low blowed in the process. The fans cheer a liuttle, as Jack Daddy finally shows some offense with a few stiff punches to Soul's face. Soul backs up to the table, as Jack Daddy runs to the opposite side of the ring.] Tim: 'The Mack' finally gaining some momentum here... [Jack runs from the corner towards Soul, but The Lost Soul throws Jack Daddy over his head, and over the table - crotching Jack on the top turnbuckle.] Tim: HOLY JESUS!! What godlike strength!! [The Lost Soul climbs over the table and forces Jack Daddy to turn around on the top buckle. Lost Soul climbs up there himself, until his feet are on the second turnbuckle.] Jeff: God... Jack 'The Mack' Daddy is gonna die!! [The Lost Soul ocks on a front chancery, and then signals to the fans. The fans begin cheering in anticipation, but Jack Daddy begins pounding Soul with a flurry of rights and lefts in the stomach. Soul finally breaks the chancery, as Jack Daddy climbs up to his feet on the top turnbuckle and applies a front chancery of his own. Soul tries to struggle free, but cannot. Jack Daddy swings for a tornado DDT, but switches it into a cutter - sending Lost Soul RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE FROM THE SECOND ROPE!!] Tim & Jeff: HOLY SHIT!! ["H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F"] Tim: How did 'The Mack' pull that off!?! Jeff: I dunno... but it was a beautifully executed maneveur... [Both men lay on the ground for a while. Eventually, Jack Daddy crawls over and drops a single hand over The Lost Soul's chest.] Jeff: No way he's got him... [One... ...Two... ....THREE!!] Tim: HE GOT HIM!! Jeff: WHAT!?! Tim: 'The Mack' just defeated The Lost Soul with his Standard of Excellence!! Jeff: OH MY GOD!! ["One More Road to Cross" kicks back in, as the ref raises Jack 'The Mack' Daddy's hand. Soul is still out of it, as the cameras cut to the announce table.] Tim: Folks, I'm being told we have to go to the back... [The cameras quickly cut backstage, right in front of a locker room bearing the plaque "HWF World Champion". The door is slightly ajar, and inside the HWF champion, J. Simon Rykopathe, is looking a mirror. He has the HWF title slung over his shoulder and seems to be admiring how it looks on him. Suddenly from the side a shadow sidesteps the camera, and silently enters the locker room. Rykopathe doesn't notice it.. .yet. Reflected in the mirror is the jeans and black leather jacket clad form of the FORMER HWF champion, Lance Sterling. Rykopathe looks up and sees Sterling's reflection, and his eyes go wide. He turns around quickly and is confronted face to face.] J. Simon Rykopathe: Sterling! Lance Sterling: Yeah, bitch. Remember me? J. Simon Rykopathe: What the fuck are you doin' here? Shouldn't you be off crying your eyes out because I beat you? Lance Sterling: In your fucking dreams. I came to give you a bit of advice, figuring you'd need it. J. Simon Rykopathe: Yeah, what's that? Lance Sterling: Never fuck with Lance Sterling! [Before he even finishes the sentence Sterling plants a swift kick into Rykopathe's midsection, doubling him over. Sterling yells in anger and lunges at Rykopathe, grabbing him by the back of the neck and flinging him across the room. Rykopathe lands on a plush chair and both tip over as Sterling jumps on him. Sterling lays into Rykopathe with rights and lefts, shouting profanities. Both men get to their feet and Sterling knees Rykopathe right in the groin before elbowing him in the back of his head. Sterling spits at Rykopathe and walks out of the dressing room, with a look on his face like nothing at all has happend. Meanwhile Rykopathe lays clutching his head.] Tim: What in the hell just happened?!? Jeff: Its quit simple, Tim. The REAL HWF champion came and showed that bitch Rykopathe what for! Tim: Well.. he certainly made his point known. [Cut again backstage, where after his attack on Rykopathe Sterling is walking out into the parking lot. He walks over to a black motorcycle and puts on a helmet, without even looking back at the arena. He starts up the motorcyle, makes a quick U-turn, and drives off like a bat out of hell, disappearing into the distance.] Tim: And there he goes like a thief in the night, after that attack on Rykopathe! Jeff: Thief in the night my ass! Sterling had every right to beat the hell out of Rykopathe. In fact, if I was back there I would have HELPED him do it! Tim: Uh huh... until Rykopathe saw it was you and hit you, right? Jeff: Yup. I mean, hell no! Tim: Just what I thought... Well, folks, it looks like these two may be meeting again in the near future... Jeff: They better... Tim: Let's get on with the show... ["Living In Chaos" By Offspring blares loudly from the speakers, clips of Chris Styles doing various moves plays on the Extream-tron. A short pause ensues and as the music settles into a constant beat Chris Styles emerges slowly from the back, his barbed wire wrapped hockey stick in his right hand. Styles makes his way to the front of the ramp stage, stopping and raising the hockey stick into the air cueing yellow, silver and white pyro-techniques to shot up around him in all directions. As the pyro-techniques die down Styles emerges from the smoke, the stick - now back at his side. Styles makes his way down the ramp slowly, looking determinedly towards the ring completely shutting out the crowd. Arriving at the ring Styles rolls under the bottom rope, along the glass mat, into the ring. Standing up and standing in the middle where he drops the hockey stick and signals for a mic] Styles: Well, well, here we are again. Styles verses Zakin, Glass mat match. We have all sent these types of matches before so why should this one be any more gruesome? Why should it be anymore, sick? There are a couple reasons. Remember the little stipulation of a fire being set under the ring after five minutes? That can always lead to some interesting occurrences. Then again, we saw that last time. So what else, the intense rivalry? Nah. The aggression and hatred Zakin claims to be carrying? Nah. Hmm... This is a tough question isn't it? Especially for the majority of Americans, these "dumb Yankees." [The boos are almost defining, Styles just smiles and shrugs them off.] Styles: Boo all you want, your still the same dumb Yankees you were before you booed me. But enough ripping on the American public, I have an idea for your, "Hero" Mr. Gonzalez. [Styles drops the mic into the middle of the ring and makes his way to the ropes rolling out of the ring and throwing up the ring apron searching around under the ring. Styles is throwing out multiple boards with all sorts of shit on em'. A nail and staple covers board, a barbed wire wrapped board, a board with fluorescent bulbs attached to a side. Despite having these three boards Styles continues to dig under the ring, eventually emerging from underneath with what seems to be an ordinary board. Upon further investigation it is seen that a pack of C4 is on the side of the board facing the floor. Styles slides all the boards into the ring and then follows them in. He goes about setting a board in each corner giving each corner it’s own little risk. After finishing setting all the boards up Styles stands over his hockey stick in the middle of the ring once again bending over to pick up the mic bringing it to his mouth.] Styles: There we go, that's what we need to make this match that much more deadly. Well fuck, lets gets this match underway. [Styles throws the mic to a ringside attendant, picking up his hockey stick and getting in the "ready" stance, waiting for Zakin to make his way to the ring.] ["Enter Sandman" by Metallica slowly fills the arena and the crowd gives the sound of the music a nice pop. A big explosion of red pyro goes off and the crowd gets louder. The whistle of Jon E. Karman is heard over the music. This gets the crowd more into the entrance and as Zakin emerges through the smoke with barbwire chair in hand, the crowd erupts in cheers. Zakin raises it high in the air, which generates another nice pop, and then eyes down Styles. He slowly walks down to the ring staring at Styles the entire time. Zakin climbs up the steel steps and onto the apron. He looks at Styles and then gets in using the middle rope. He looks at Styles one more time before hoping up on the top turnbuckle raising the chair high in the air. Styles takes initiative and hits Zakin in the back with a forearm.]
Glass Mat Match Tim: Styles starts off early by dropping Zakin into the mat. Jeff: We’re going to see blood, aren’t we Tim? Tim: Yeeesss... [Styles picks up his hockey stick, and begins to swing it. Zakin ducks every swing. Zakin grabs the barbwire chair. They both swing at each other. The hockey stick hits Zakin’s legs, while the barbwire chair hits Styles in the face, cutting him open. They fall to the glass, not cracking it.] Tim: The timer is ticking. Soon, fire will envelop under the glass mat. Jeff: That’s gonna be some hot glass! [Styles and Zakin are slow to get up and meet half way up, each trying to punch the other to the ground while also attempting to use each other as props to gets up. Fighting back and fourth they both manage to get to their feet but the "fists of fury" only grow harder and faster, Zakin eventually gaining the advantage and forcing Styles up against the ropes. Going to the body now Zakin is working Styles who just bounces back to him of the ropes. Zakin, realizing his advantage decides to take a big wind up, reaching back and following through with thunderous power, but to no avail since Styles has moved just in time. The momentum of his punch causes Zakin to stumble face first into the ropes, scraping his eyes.] [2 MIN. MARK] [Styles, shaking off the pain he has endured bends over grabbing Zakin's hair and pulling him to his feet, setting him up two feet from the nail/staple board corner. Styles makes an attempt to lift Zakin into a front suplex but Zakin blocks and tries a suplex of his own, this time Styles blocks his suplex. Styles once again attempts a suplex, but Zakin shakes his legs violently causing Styles to stumble around a bit, but, out of no where Styles manages to drop Zakin right into a Michinoku Driver onto the nail/staple board. Zakin lays face to the mat, blood rushing from his face.] [3 MIN. MARK] Tim: OH MY GOD! Zakin is in trouble! Jeff: No shit genius! [Zakin gets up, stumbling around. Styles goes for a punch, but Zakin puts him in a vertical suplex. He holds him in the air for a few seconds, and then seems to fall, dropping both himself and Styles to the mat. A small crack is etched into the 2 inch glass.] Tim: I think Zakin fainted due to loss of blood! He didn’t mean to drop Styles like that! Jeff: Maybe it was all part of the ultimate Zakin plan! Tim: The what? Why do you make up such stupid things? Jeff: Because you don’t! I’m the entertainment here... you just call the match. Now do YOUR job! Tim: Ugh... [Zakin gets up quicker this time, and picks up Styles. He attempts to throw him on the fluorescent bulb board, but Styles reverses and throws Zakin into the ropes. Zakin comes back with a clothesline, and then directly into an arm lock. Styles yells in pain, and Zakin lets go after a few. He picks up Styles, and tosses him into the corner. Styles runs into the fluorescent bulbs board, and quickly falls to the ground in pain. His back, bleeding.] Jeff: MY GAVIN! Tim: This match can go either way... let’s hope they don’t play too much with the C4! [4 MIN. MARK] Tim: One more minute and all hell breaks loose! Jeff: Then the mutant monkeys can play with the bald sea lions, and the Nazi’s and Hebrew’s can play ring around the rosy in harmony! Tim: Get a new day job. Your current one is obviously mentally harmful. [Zakin pulls the barbwire board out of the corner, and begins to beat down Styles with it. He then goes to the edge of the ring, and holds his hand out. Jon E. Karman hands Zakin a small tank of gasoline.] Tim: Oh no! This is crazy! Jeff: FIRE!! [4 MIN. 40 SEC. MARK] [Zakin pours the gasoline from the ring apron to the middle of the glass mat, and continues to pour it there. Styles gets up and has a look of shock on his face.] [5 MIN. MARK] [BOOOOOOOOOM!!] Jeff: YES! [The fire quickly catches from the apron to the gasoline, and fills the middle of the ring. The glass gets weaker already, and continues to weaken as the fire burns. Styles dodges the fire, and begins to brawl with Zakin. Zakin blocks a punch, and bounces off the ropes. Styles tries to catch Zakin in a neck breaker, but Zakin spears Styles into the fire before he can do anything.] [“H-W-F! H-W-F! H-W-F!”] Jeff: There’s one less Canadian for the HWF to harbor. Tim: How could you think like that? Where are the EMTs?! [Styles quickly gets out of the ring, rolls on the ground and puts himself out. He still holds his scars and cries out in pain. Zakin grabs his hair, and pulls him up into the ring. Thinking again, Zakin grabs the C4 board from the last corner. He swings it at Styles, but Styles ducks, and bulldogs Zakin to the ground while he held the C4 board! It immediately explodes, and the glass breaks! Zakin’s cries can be heard around the arena as he lies near the fire with a bloody chest. Styles is left unconscious from the blow. EMT’s rush down to the ring as “Living In Chaos” by Offspring plays throughout the arena.] Tim: Oh..... my..... Jeff: Gavin...! Tim: Folks, we’ll be back after this break, and after the ring gets cleaned up. We’ll give you an update on both these men later on in the week. They cant be in good condition after this match. Good God... we’ll be back. [Commercials] Tim: Welcome back... now, before we continue with the show - I hear we have an update on Trevor Lasek's condition in London. Jeff: Let's go to that now... [All of a sudden, the camera's cut to London, Ontario now and you can see a good shot of University Hospital aswell. The camera then switches to inside the building and into Trevor Lasek's room, you then see Trevor laying on the bed still in his coma. Kevin is right infront of the window looking out onto London. Kevin then turns around and looks at Trevor. and begins to speak.] Kevin: Trev, it's been 2 months now that you have been in this coma, yet you have made slow progress. I know you can beat this Trev, I've known you for awhile now and I know you can overcome this coma aswell. After all Trev your home is HWF, not this hospital bed your laying on. [You hear a couple of knocks on the door, Kevin speaks.] Kevin: You can come in Saori [But yet you still hear knocks. Kevin gets a odd look on his face and speaks again.] Kevin: Uh Saori? I said you can come in! [But yet again you hear knocks again, Kevin gets frustrated and goes to the door. He then opens it up and you see two strangle individuals standing there looking at Kevin funny. One is some what small and has a belly and the other is a tall Chinese man. The short guy is wearing black cargo pants, black shoes, and a black T-shirt that is outlined in gray. He has on a black tuque which is outlined in grey aswell and has black bandana's for wrist tape aswell. The taller Chinese guy is wearing a white T-shirt, black khaki's, black and white shoes and is wearing a black bracelet on his right wrist aswell. Kevin then speaks again.] Kevin: Who the hell are you guys? I've never seen you before? Do you know Lasek? [The short bulky guy then begins to speak.] Bulky Guy: My-my-my Kevin, times have changed my friend, my how long has it been? Two, three years? Kevin: Who are you? I really don't know you, plus how do you know my name? Bulky Guy: Well I'll be happy to remind you Kevin...hehe... [Without warning, the Chinese guy begins to attack Kevin. Giving him some swift punches and kicks. The Bulky guy then grabs Kevin and puts him in a Tiger Suplex'85 Position and does a Reverse STO with it! As Kevin is laying on the floor The Chinese guy jumps onto the end of Trevor's bed and then does a Shooting Star Press into somewhat of a driving Elbow drop right onto Kevin!] Tim: Holy crap! These two guys are beating the hell out of Kevin Masters, Trev's good friend! Jeff: These two have some talent!! Did you see those moves!?! Tim: Yeah, these guys mean business... [You then see The Bulky Guy pick up Kevin and put him in a Bear Hug. Then from behind You see the Chinese guy do a Swift Jumping Roundhouse Kick right into Kevins face as you see Kevin fall in a heap of rubble.] Tim: Holy shit!! Jeff: What a innovative move! Tim: My god, how can you surivive a Roundhouse Kick and a Bearhug combo? Jeff: I don't know, but how about asking Kevin there... [The Chinese guy leaves and The Bulky guy goes up to Trev and begins to speak.] Bulk Guy: Trev? It's me Futoccho, all I got to say is...get well...older brother. [Futoccho then leaves and you see Kevin on the floor knocked out and see Trevor's eyes wiggle abit as the camera cuts back to Suicide.] Tim: This Futoccho guy is Trev's brother? Jeff: It sure looks like it... but why does this guy look American, but have a Japanese name!?! Tim: Looks like there is ALOT of history behind all of this and hopefully we can find about more of this. Jeff: Yeah, those two guys were incredible! They didn't mess around with Kev at all! Tim: How can you say that Jeff? That man has been by Trev's side for two months and now he's just got his ass kicked by these two innovative guys? Jeff: Uhhhh... I dunno but we gotta continue with Suicide. Tim: Oh yeah... [The camera cuts to the back to see Wildcat Williams, in wrestling attire, walking down a hallway. The camera follows him from behind until we see Wildcat barge into a nearby dressing room, confronting the mysterious individual inside. The camera stays outside the dressing room, so we can't see who he's talking to.] Wildcat: Got a minute, hoss? Man: What the hell do you want? Wildcat: I'm here to make a deal with ya. Man: I'm listening. Wildcat: Me and Big Texas are wrestling the Warriors of the Rising Sun and Teen Angst tonight. The Warriors I ain't worried about, but Teen Angst jumps us from behind every chance they get. Man: What's this got to do with me? Wildcat: We want you at ringside to watch our backs, cuz when TA does get help, it's usually from Chris Styles and Jonathan Storm, and we know you and Johnny don't exactly have a great history together. Man: Your right about that...Ok, I'll do it..if only to give Storm an asswhipping I never got to finish. Wildcat: Good enough. [Wildcat storms out of the dressing room, and the door quickly closes behind him.] Jeff: Anyway, we've got a Altered Version of a Debuted match at last years King of Violence tournament up now! Tim: Jeff's right - for once, it's the Hell over High Water matchup. It was first Debutted at King of Violence by Espionage, who weren't even the champs at the time.. Jeff: I still wonder how they got their stips put on the match - if it wasn't for their stinkin' stips Magnum Force would STILL be the champs! Tim: Stop reminiscing in olden glory, ya damn fool! Anyway, you shouldn't whine - because someone or someones are going to definately get hurt tonight! Jeff: I must say - the stips in this match are quite good without goin' into glass and fire! Tim: Let's see if Teen Angst can hold onto their titles!! [Then the lights in the stadium dim as the camera focuses on the HWF-tron. On the massive screen stretches a gigantic brickwall, with nothing more than a low rumbling sound emitting from the PA system. The rumbling gets louder and louder as it becomes clear it's a loud engine on full throttle. The roar reaches its apex has the brickwall explodes, and a large, Ford Duelly Pickup blasts through as the lights flash wildly to the opening riff of "Lakini's Juice". From the entrance jumps Wildcat and Rickey Williams, jawing at each other and the audience. Both men start walking down the rampway, before pausing to see the HUGE Cell surrounding the ring. They then walk through the space between the table boundry - before scalling to the top of the cage.] Tim: I suppose you're wonderin' what the Cage and Tables are for? Jeff: I'm not! Tim: People at home - idiot, well the stips for this match are as follows: Fighters Battle it out on TOP of that Hell In a Cell. Surrounding the cell on the floor are tables - double stacked for a crashzone. The aim is to throw your opponent off the cage and through the tables. However if you go THROUGH the cage, into the ring you aren't eliminated - you must muster your strength and climb back up. Seeing how Tag Team rules apply, the match is not over untill only one (or two if it's the team) wrestler is standing on the roof. [As the Crew wait on the roof The Juppongatana blares through the arena as the arena lights dim. Red lights strobe throughout the arena as the fans sit in silence. Suddenly Tatsumi rushes from the back, his trademark Sickle raised over his head. Tatsumi stops on the stage as his partner, the stoic Jin Kobayashi, emerges from the back. Jin stops in the center of the stage and bows as Tatsumi jumps around on the stage trying to hype up the crowd. Tatsumi starts towards the ring followed by Jin who takes his time. Tatsumi looks up at the Crew who back off and motion for the Warriors to "Bring It", so Tatsumi and Jin start to climb the cage, but upon reaching the top, the Crew assist by pulling them up the hard way to the Delight of the Crowd!] Tim: THIS ONE IS ON! And the tag champs aren't even here ..... yet!
Tag Team Titles - Hell Over High Water Match [Tatsumi lands hard on his back, and drops the Sickle immediately on the top of the cage. Rickey follows up on his current opponent, Jin, and picks him back off the mat, before landin' some hard rights....suddenly] "Close your eyes, take my hand, and let darkness lead you to new light..." [Chris Thrilla's haunting voice is heard followed by a HUGE pop from the crowd as "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson starts. The arena lights go out and red strobe lights flicker throughout the arena. A large white screen also lowers down.]
And I'm a black rainbow, Jeff: Wow, look at all the camera shots from the audience! [Speaking of Shots - ontop of the cage, Big Texas has had about enough of Spike's clubs to the back, and he turns around to grab a fist of Spike. He motion's "No, No" before dropping him down with a standing lariat. Spike bounces off hard into the top of the cell. On the other side, Billy and Thrilla battle it out with fists of fury - untill Tatsumi gets up and into the thick of the action. The Three Men going toe to toe - untill Wildcat and Tatsumi both grab Thrilla and double DDT him to the mat. Instantly Tatsumi jumps over the body of Thrilla and forearm's Billy in the side of the head. Billy stumbles back - but is quick to drop toe hold a running Tatsumi. Big Rickey sees this, and leaves Jin and Spike to come over to Tatsumi. Tatsumi is stopped dead in his tracks as Rickey picks Tatsumi STRAIGHT up into a Gorilla Press...he then walks over to the edge of the cage.] Tim: HOLY MOLEY! Jeff: He'll probably press Tatsumi INTO the crowd the way he's going! [Just as it looks like the end for Tatsumi - his partner Jin gets up, and quickly runs over to his aid......with a nice running dropkick to the back of Rickey's knee. This drops Big Texas down to one knee, and allows Tatsumi to spin out of the Military Press and grab him in an inverted facelock on the way down - before riding it into a Inverted DDT. Tatsumi and Jin then quickly follow up on the big guy, by reaching over and grabbing a leg each, they then pull the big guy up as best as possible before tossing him back over their head (Similar to The Hardyz' double team move) in a double team wheelbarrow toss. They both turn around as the crowd is going wild, as little Spike is back up and runs at the two Warriors. He goes for a big suicidal cross body block on both, but the Warriors double catch the Angst ridden Teen. They are about to Double Fallaway Slam him, but Thrilla runs into the fray and dropkicks his partners back - sending him crashing down ontop of the two Warriors, the three men extremely close to the edge.] Jeff: Oh my god - all members of all teams are fighting it out for dear life ontop of that cage! [Chris and Spike then both pick up a respected member of the Warriors, and do double suplex onto the card hold mesh of the top of the cage in Unicin - creating a resounding crash of pain. As they get up and turn then Warriors have bounces up to their feet and all four men go hammers on the top of the cage. The Warriors with the superior hand-to-hand expertise get the upper hand, slowly backing Teen Angst closer and closer to the edge of the cage. Jin is quick to drop Thrilla down with a flurry of kicks and chops, knocking him ALMOST off the edge. Jin quickly turns his attention to Spike and helps his partner. The Wrecking Crew come in from behind - fresh from a break - and quickly grab Thrilla and double team him. Rickey grabs Thrilla in a double chicken-wing which allows Wildcat to lay some swift kicks into the ribs of Chris. On the third - Rickey lets go and Thrilla stumbles forward into the awaiting fist of Billy which sends Chris spiraling BACK to Rickey who drops him with a Mega Lariat.] Tim: I think a member in the audience will be taken home one of Thrilla's teeth home for a Sovenier. Jeff: That was a pretty devastating Clothesline - I wouldn't of wanted to be on the recieving of that one! [On the other side - The Warriors continue their double team on Spike. After a quick double flurry of thrusts/punches and chops, they quickly end with a devstating double spinning low-elbow thrust to the guts of Spike. This sends Spike stumbling forwards, and directly inbetween the Warriors. Jin and Tatsumi both grab a Front facelock on BUT are both standing to the side of Spike. They then both reach over and under his crotch and link arms, before they flip him up and do a running double powerbomb onto the hard support beams of the cage.] Tim: I don't think either of these teams really likes Teen Angst! Jeff: I don't think ANYONE - Includin' the Street Syndicate - likes Teen Angst. Couple of foul mouth Wanna-be-Hardcore Punks is all they are. [Back to the Wildcat action, as Rickey Williams has assisted his partner up onto his own shoulders. Billy awkwardly follows up by standing up onto Rickey's shoulders as Rickey mumbles something that probably means "Hurry up ya damn cockmaster". As the camera's flash from the crowd Billy comes flying high off his partner's 6'7 high shoulders and lands a devastating Legdrop onto the wide open chest of Thilla!] Jeff: RIG DROP FROM HELL! RIG DROP FROM HELL! [Thrilla kicks and screams around as Billy doesn't get up, instead he hops around holding his ass. Jin and Tatsumi see the opportunity they need, and pick Spike up and whip him across in the direction of Rickey Williams. Spike crashes into the back of Rickey - as the Big Texan turns around with a Hint of Pissed-Offness in his eye. As Spike backs away from the Pissed Off William he runs into the Warriors who are behind him, Spike spins around but is kicked back towards Rickey. Rickey shoves his head into a standing head scissors. He then lifts him up into a powerbomb - as the Warriors close in....the three men TRIPLE POWERBOMB Spike THROUGH THE FUCKING CAGE - his helpless body bouncing hard off the canvas below.] Tim: OH MY GOD! HE'S BEEN BROKEN IN HALF! SOMEONE STOP THIS GAWD DAMN MATCH! Jeff: ...uhhh....Puppies! Puppies! [As Spike goes through however - the same cell he's standing on is the one the Warriors are on, as they bust through - it looks like it's going to be painfull for them too - BUT they BOTH grab on in the nick of time. As they hang precariously from the beams - it looks as Rickey is about to squash their knuckles and send 'em crashin' to the mat. BUT in comes Chris Thrilla, he knocks down Billy who's up from the Rig Drop and runs in a does a huge flying forearm to the back of Rickey which sends the big guy stumbling. Thrilla gets up again and runs in again, delivering a nasty flying X-Pac-esque clothesling to the back of his head before flipping over hard onto the steel. The Warriors are still hanging - and look in a bit of worry. As the camera zooms in on them you can slightly hear them discussing something. Finally Spike starts to stir and gets up as the crowd cheer him on....this is untill Tatsumi drops of the cage doing a front sommersault, he manages to crash onto Spike's shoulders before huricanrana-ing him back over in a very destructive Tiger-rana. But before the crowd can go off to the awesome move - Jin drops from the top of the cieling, doing a Shooting Star Press BUT Spike slowly rolls away and Jin crashes into Tatsumi who's yet to get up from the Tigerana!] Jeff: YOU PAIR OF IDIOTS! That is the funniest thing I've seen all week! [Both members of the Warriors roll around in pain in what'd confuse people into thinkin' it was a Kai en Tai moment of old! As on the top of the cage - Thrilla is left to the seemed mercy of the Wrecking Crew. But Thrilla holds his own for a moment while it's only one on one with Rickey,and they brawl around in the middle of the cage, kicking, punching and elbowing blindly, trying to knock the other away as they grapple fiercely. Thrilla stops Rickey with a knee shot to his abdomen, and locks in a front chancery. Thrilla tosses Rickey’s arm over his shoulder and tries to lift him, but Rickey blocks it and turns it into a hanging vertical suplex. He looks like he’s about to drop Thrilla on a support beam, but Chris kicks out of it, switching it into a neckbreaker across the beam!] Tim: Whoa - that was VERY close to the huge hole in the top of the cell - that woulda just killed the poor Warriors who woulda been crash zones! Jeff: DAMNIT! I wanted to see..... [Billy is now up, and charges at Chris who's just about to get up, Chris turns and is met with a running Lou Thesz press. He lands hard on his back - as Billy starts throwing hard rights to the head of Thrilla. Thrilla then starts to lift his knees up and manages to do a weak monkey flip causing Billy to break the hold. Wildcat's up quickly though, and turns around and quickly clotheslines at Chris - but Chris catches his arm and spins around before bulldogging him to the mat from a crucifix. Meanwhile - in the ring, Spike's up and staggers around his eyes glazed over. He is about to exit the door so he can climb the big structure....but the Warriors get up too! Tatsumi is clutching his ribs and Jin is holding his back, but Jin manages to catch Spike just before he exits the cell. He signals at Tatsumi for something - and the Black Tiger starts to scale the inside of the cage. This allows Jin to spin Spike around and drop him with a deadly Shuffle Side Kick.] Jeff: Spike's out! [Jin then takes a breather before picking Spike up, he drops him in a piledriver setup...before crossing across Spike's arms across his chest.] Tim: DARKSIDE BOMB! [Jin then grabs Spike's hands and uses them as handles before pulling Spike right up into a powerbomb. Instead of dropping him, he moves around, as Tatsumi leaps halfway off the cell in a moonsault, and grabs Spike's head in almost a inverted DDT but switches around into an inverted bulldog as Jin brings home the Darkside Bomb!] Jeff: Holy fuck! WHAT A MOVE! Tatsumi is soooo maneaverable! [Jin and Tatsumi quickly make their way out of the cage, before scaling up as Thrilla battles away with Wildcat who's up from the wicked bulldog. Big Rick is up too now - as they double team on Chris. But as the Warriors make it to the top - the Crew throw Chris away like trash before focusing on the Warriors.] Tim: I thought these guys had a secret alliance! Jeff: uhh Sag, this one's for the title - no alliances in title matches! [As the four men battle it out - Chris goes and grabs Tatsumi's sickle that still sits on the top of the cage. Once he grabs it - he holds it high for the crowd to take photo's of as it's shiny blade sparkles under the light of the arena. Rickey and Billy have their back to Chris - while The Warriors have their backs to the tables. Chris runs straight at Tatsumi and Rickey who are facing it off. But just as he looks like he's about make Rickey's Beer shoot from his back - Tatsumi shoves Rickey away and grabs Thrilla's arm on the decline. As the Sickel flips up in the air, Tatsumi's armdrags Chris over while grabbing the sickel in his other hand. Once he gets up, Chris shoves him though, and Tatsumi FALL OFF THE CAGE - but grabs onto the cage, with his right arm - his Sickel still in his left.] Tim: Whoa! That was nearly the first ommision from this matchup! Jeff: Tatsumi can be so lucky sometimes - but I'm happy - the sickel could still be used! muahahahah [As Tatsumi hangs from the cage - looking in at Spike who's got up. He quickly looks up to see Chris about to squish his knuckles. He quickly turns 180 degrees - facing Spike - then the crowd - before swinging his sickel arm up and catching as Chris stomps on the steel of the cage. As Tatsumi hangs by both hands - facing the crowd, Chris looks down on him. But like the deadly Bad Guy in an Hong Kong Action movie - Chris understimates Tatsumi. Chris holds his foot up to go the knuckle crusher - but Tatsumi uses all his strength he can muster to pull himself backwards up and kick Thrilla in the guts with a backwards rolling dropkick thingo! He then quickly follows it up with a legsweep, and an elbow drop across the back of Thrilla.] Tim: You're right - he's lucky! What a comeback by Tatsumi! [As Chris lies face down, Spike starts to climb up the cage. Billy and Rickey are also double teaming Jin - as Rickey left Tatsumi when the Black Tiger saved him from a sickel shot to the head! As Spike chucks his leg over the cage and gets to the top - Tatsumi rises the blade up to the air and brings it down into the back of Chris - who's still lying face down - for a mere second before Spike saves the day! Spike tackes Tatsumi down as his Sickel goes flying off the cage.] Jeff: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! [Chris is up and screaming in pain as a small trickle of blood oozes from his back. Spike knocks some hard right sinto Tatsumi - his head rocking back with every blow. Spike then whips Tatsumi at Thrilla. Thrilla catches him with a back body-drop, spinning around 180 degrees. Spike runs forwards, catching Tatsumi with a powerbomb on his way down - Variation of the Missile Powerbomb] Tim: What team work there! Spike and Thrilla are a very sound team - or have BECOME a very sound team since their bad debut here in the HWF! Jeff: Damn bastards stealin' my schtick. [The Crew finish Jin off with a devestating standing H-Bomb (Double Bossman Slam). Before returning their attention to Spike and Chris who turn around just intime as Billy and Rickey try a double clothesline on Thrilla and Spike. Teen Angst ducks, grabbing both sets of arms. Thrilla hooks Billys arms and one of Rickey’s, Spike hooks both of Rickey’s arms and one of Billy’s. They pull up, and drop the Crew on their faces with mirrored double-underhook inverted DDT - A variation of the D.I.D.U. DDT] Tim: YET ANOTHER awesome double teamer there by Teen Angst!! These guys have all the momentum now! Jeff: About time - Spike's spent most of the match on his ass. [As Teen Angst follow up by kickin' on the downed Wrecking Crew - Tatsumi kneels - seemingly regaining some lost energy as he awaits for his partner to arise. As Jin slowly stands - Tatsumi runs in and tackles Thrilla down. Spike turns around to save him, but Jin delivers a martial arts kick to his head, sending Spike reeling. Jin and Spike face off - as so does Thrilla and Tatsumi. Billy and Rickey finally shake free the cobwebs and arise - as Billy goes off and takes on the group of Thrilla and Tatsumi while Rickey goes after Jin and Tonic - erm...Spike. . Billy and Tatsumi, working in tandem, suplex Thrilla onto the cell, bouncing him up and down. They lift him back up, and drop him with another suplex. They lift him up for a third time, but Thrilla kicks his legs out, swings back down towards them, and plants a snap, double DDT! Billy and Tatsumi stagger to their feet, with Thrilla already waiting. Thrilla grabs onto Tatsumi and pulls him to the side of the cage, trying to throw him off. But Billy grabs onto Thrilla before that can happen, and tries to throw him off. Tatsumi then reaches over and grabs Billy and tries to throw HIM off... But Thrilla stops them both with a dropkick to the back of Tatsumi, knocking him into Billy. They turn back around, booting Thrilla in the stomach and grab a double chancery. They throw an arm each over their necks, and haul Thrilla into the air with a suplex, aiming it to go off the side of the cell. Thrilla drops back with the suplex, but hangs onto Billy and Jin with a double neckbreaker, sending them tumbling down through the tables with him!] Tim: OH MY FUCKING GOD! Jeff [Echoed]: OH MY FUCKING GOD! Tim: A member of each respected team has just left us! We need EMT's out here this instant! [As a reply snaps up - you see Billy and Tatsumi dropping faster than Thrilla and breaking two sets of stacked tables - wheras Thrilla crashes through the legs and supports of the tables then lands hard on the ground! The crowd is going wild - as EMT's come down to help the three removals from the match. On the top of the cage - the action has seemingly stopped - as each wrestler looks down at his partner with a look of shock in there eye - before Spike turns around and delivers a cheap shot onto Jin and tries to weatbag toss him off the cage by the back of his tights. But Rickey doesn't allow that to happen! He spins Spike around and punches him as Jin regains his balance. Jin then grabs Spike in a tight strait jacket - before spinning around 180 (Like Scott Steiner's belly to belly - but in this case in a Strait Jack Belly to Back) before dumping Spike on his head with a beautifull strait jacket suplex!] Tim: DOUBLE ARM DARKSIDE SUPLEX! Jeff: WOW! That's an awesome move to behold! [Jin looks over at Spike who's probably got broken bones in his neck. Rickey then grabs Jin around the waist - before throwing him over his back and dumping Jin on his head too!] Tim: Everyone's goin' home in a Ambulance tonight! [Rickey is quickly stopped as the recovering Spike runs in and gives him a deadly chop-block, which sends the big man down on his back! Jin also gets up - these men seemingly inhuman. He spins Spike around but Spike kicks Jin in the stomach and wrenches Jin's arm and goes for a hooking heel kick, but it’s ducked. Spike swings his other leg in a spinning roundhouse, but Jin ducks under that one too. Spike kicks backwards with his heel, hitting The Darkside Dragon in the stomach, kneeling him over and kicks his leg up high with a spinning crescent kick, and hits a modified Rocker Dropper!] Jeff: Wow - the young fuck has some talent after all! [Big Texas is up too now. Seemingly everyone's taking turns going down! Rickey comes in and clubs Spike across the back, this causes Spike to turn around and drop down on a knee. He then thrusts a forearm into the gentialial area of Rickey - causin' the big guy's eyes to cross. Spike then stands up and wrenches the arm of Rickey once, kicking him in the back of the knee, dropping him down on his other knee. Spike wrenches the arm again, roundhouse kicking Rickey in the mid-section, keeling him over. Spike wrenches the arm a third time, knees Rickey in the face, jolting him backwards, and as he drops, Spike leans backwards too, and swings one leg over Rickey's shoulder. Spike wraps his legs around Williams' neck and chin, and drops down, cracking Rickey's jaw on his knee!] Tim: Spike's taking on all comers it seems! Jeff: He'll get killed in a second though - he doesn't have what it takes to be a champion - he'll be the next off the cage. [As Spike comes over at Jin - Rickey comes up and comes in from behind. As Spike turns in reaction to Rickey's presences - it allows Jin to get up too. Jin is bleeding from the lip, as the three fighters go the dukes on the top 'o the cell. As they keep nearing the edge - it does seem that Spike is going to be the next. As he has his back to the edge. Each double punch from Rickey and Jin knocks Spike back - and back - and back. They then go for the finish, but Spike ducks it - he then spins around behind Rickey and simpley runs whiel pushing the Big Texan straight into Jin - which in a state of shock causes Jin to go sommeersaulting backwards off the cage and chest first through the stacked tables below!] Tim: Wha?! Jeff: OH MY GOD! Rickey just inadvertenly eliminated The Darkside Master! Tim: That was pretty wierd - Spike's used Rickey as a battering ram! [Rickey then snaps around - and looks quite pissed at Spike. As both men look quite lethargic on the top of the cage - breathing heavily. Rickey grabs Spike around the neck - and goes for a choke toss off the cage. Spike flips over and lands on his feet. He then switches it over into an arm-drag and tries to drag Rickey off the cage. But Rickey just hammers him down with a huge single arm club to the back. Rickey follows it up by snapping Spike into a standing head scissors. Rickey then poitns down to the tables below - as the crowd goes absolutely nuts.] Tim: The end is near folks - don't change the channel! [Rickey then picks Spike strait up into a powerbomb. Spike tries to wriggle free and fall to the back of Rickey - but the grip is too much. Goodbye Spike. However as the powerbomb comes down with such force, Spike backflips over - causing Rickey to be hurricanrana'd off the celltop, crashing through the tables mere seconds before Spike comes crashing down from his hurricanrana! The crowd is going nuts!] Jeff: HOLY SHITICALS! Spike has WON! MY GOD! GRRR Tim: He just saved his tag team belts - but drove himself head first through the tables! WHAT A MATCH! THESE GUYS GAVE IT ALL! [EMT's are quick to the scene, as the three men - including Jin are carted to the back in stretchers as "Disposable Teens" blares over the speakers and the crowd continue with H-W-F! chants and a standing ovation!] Nigel Rolston: And your winneeeeeeeeeer - and STILL HWF Tag Team Champions - TEEEEEEN ANGST! Tim: Commercial times folks! [Commercials] Tim: Alright, welcome back folks... The only match left is the Ma- [Suddenly, "Intro" by DMX blasts through the speakers as the fans give a mixed reaction and look towards the entrance way. On the Extream Screen, Johnny Drake pops up. He's wearing a black shirt with black pants, and is talking on a cell phone. He looks up and sees the camera, and then quickly ends his conversation. Noise in the arena gets silent, as the fans await Drake's words.] Johnny Drake: Hey, you guys enjoying the show so far!?! [Pop from the fans.] Johnny Drake: Well, that's good... but I have some bad news... [The crowd awes in unison, as Johnny nods his head.] Johnny Drake: I got a call earlier in the day from one Vic Williams... I'm not gonna discuss the specifics, but basically he's not showing up tonight. I guess he thinks that I'm favoring Rykopathe or whatever by making this Exploding Ring Deathmatch - Non-Title. So, he will not be competeing here tonight... [Some boo's, but more cheers from the crowd in Tempe. Johnny continues...] Johnny Drake: But J. Simon Rykopathe and Blackjack will still fight, and get blown to bits here on SATURDAY SUICIDE!! [Bigtime pop from the fans, as Johnny smiles in approval.] Johnny Drake: ..by the way, HWF Staff has some BIG news for the future of the company after Seven. So make sure you stay tuned in over the next few weeks - and enjoy the rest of the show. [The crowd cheers a bit for Drake, as he disappears off of the Extream Screen. Suddenly "Fame by DMX hits the speakers, as the fans rise to their feet again. Blackjack steps through the curtain with his head down and a bottle of water in his right hand. He lifts his head and looks around. He pours some water on his head and then Stephanie then comes out and puts her hand in Blackjack's. The two then walk down to the ring, Blackjack taking an occasional drink of the bottle. Blackjackthen leads Stephanie to her spot on the outside and Blackjack climbs the steel steps into the ring. He stands there and raises his hands. Because of his heel status he gets booed loudly. Blackjack then walks on the apron and steps through the ring ropes. He gets in the ring and bounces off the ropes to check them out. He takes one last sip of his drink and tosses it out into the stands.] Tim: Wow, well... Blackjack and Rykopathe will have it a bit easier tonight... Jeff: Damn, I wish Vic could've been here to finish what Lance started earlier tonight. Tim: Well, Blackjack's here. Jeff: Eh... [The lights fade out, as orange lights start to strobe through the crowd. The voice of Rykopathe mutters out "Cause I'm one step closer...", followed by "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park blast through the arena. J. Simon Rykopathe emerges from the back to a mix of boos and cheers. With a chair in hand, he waives off the crowd, and walks into the ring. Rykopathe throws his belt to outside of the ring, as a ref (decked out in a fireman's outfit) slides into the ring.] Tim: Let's get this one sta- Jeff: WAIT!! They have to set the explosives... Tim: Fine, fine, fine. [Rykopathe and Blackjack stand across the ring from each other, as HWF technicians hurry to strap on all of the explosives to the ring apron. Another group of technicians hurry from the back, carrying a large screen for the ringside area.] Nigel Rolston: I'd like to remind fans in the first few rows that there MAY be some debree coming your way in the latter stages of the match. Be aware. [The crowd actually... cheers, as the guard/fencing gets places around the guardrail. They finally finish, about the same time that the technicians rig up the explosives. The technicians give the 'hi' sign to the referee and then scurry from ringside.] Tim: Well, it looks like our Main Event is finally set up... Jeff: ALRIGHT!! [The ref signals to the ring attendants, and the bell rings out. About the same time, a timer on the Extream Screen pops up. It reads...] [15:00] Tim: Let's get this bad boy started!!
Nontitle - Exploding Ring Deathmatch [Rykopathe immediately dashes at Blackjack and spears him down to the ground. Rykopathe doesn'r rest and begins pounding Blackjack's head into the mat with a flurry of rights and lefts. Blackjack tries to cover up, but Rykopathe continues pounding on him. Rykopathe eventually gets off of him and pulls Blackjack up to his feet. Rykopathe grabs Blackjack in suplex position and snaps him over once. He quickly pops up to his feet, bounces off a set of ropes, and then drops a STIFF forearm down onto Blackjack's chest.] Tim: DAMN!! Rykopathe is a mad man tonight!! Jeff: Get up Blackjack!! Get up!! [Rykopathe goes for a pin, but gets thrown off right away. He helps Blackjack up to his feet and then wrenches his arm a couple times. He whips Blackjack to the ropes. Blackjack bounces off and Rykopathe goes for a clothesline, but Blackjack ducks it and bounces off of the other side. Rykopathe goes for a backhand, but Blackjack ducks again and bounces off the ropes one more time. Rykopathe jumps up for a Thesz Press, but Blackjack catches him and slams him down to the ground with a spinebuster. The fans pop a little, as Blackjack struggles up to his feet and lifts up Rykopathe. Blackjack whips Rykopathe to the ropes and meets him with a spinning clothesline on the way back. Rykopathe hits the ground hard and Blackjack goes for a pin.] Tim: Quick pin attempt!! [One... ...Two... KICKOUT!!] Jeff: That's not gonna get it done... [11:43] [Blackjack lifts Rykopathe up to his feet and thorws him into the turbuckles. Blackjack gets into his boxing stance and begins pounding Rykopathe with hard bodyshots. Rykopathe tries to cover up, just as Blackjack had, but can't. Blackjack eventually stops and spins Rykopathe around. He grabs him for a back suplex, and lifts Rykopathe onto the secnd rope in a standing position. Blackjack turns around, and backs up himself and grabs Rykopathe in powerbomb position. Rykopathe tries to hols onto the ropes, but Blackjack pulls him off - and runs halfway across the ring before slamming him down to the ground HARD with a powerbomb. Rykopathe's body folds over as the crowd gasps.] Tim: WHAT A RUNNING POWERBOMB BY BLACKJACK!! [Blackjack laughs a little, and then gets onto the apron. He drops down to the arena floor and grabs a couple chairs at ringside. He throws both chairs into the ring, and slides in himself. Rykopathe slowly rises to his feet, but gets kicked back into the ropes by Blackjack. Blackjack whips him to the other side and catches him with a hiptoss followed by an elbow drop. Blackjack grabs one of the chairs and places it carefully on Rykopathe's face. He then begins scaling the ropes in the near corner.] Jeff: Oh, this is gonna be good!! [9:13] Tim: What is Blackjack thinking!?! [Blackjack finally reaches the top rope and stands up. The fans cheer in anticipation as Blackjack points down to Rykopathe. Suddenly, Blackjack dives off the top rope and drops a knee right across the chair and Rykopathe's face!!] Jeff: OH MY GOD!! ["H-W-F, H-W-F"] Tim: What a Top Rope Kneedrop across that chair!! [Blackjack tries to stand up, but his knee gives out on him. The fans gasp in unison, as Blackjack gets a pain-filled look on his face. Blackjack slowly crawls over to Rykopathe and throws an arm over his chest. The ref, still in his fireman's gear, goes for the count.] [One... ...Two... ....Thr...KICKOUT!!] Tim: Oh, Rykopathe kicked out!! Jeff: Yeah, and that's trouble for Blackjack!! I think he injured himself on the Kneedrop. Tim: I think you're right, Jeff. Jeff: Of course... [Tim rolls his eyes at Jeff, as Blackjack struggles up to his feet again. Rykopathe now slowly gets up, trickling a little blood from his forehead. Rykopathe kicks the chair out of his way, as Blackjack hobbles over towards him. Blackjack pushes Rykopathe up against the turnbuckles and then whips him to the other side. Rykopathe hits the buckles hard, and stays there. Blackjack warms up his leg and then dashes at Rykopathe. Blackjack makes it about halfway across when Rykopathe comes out of the corner and dropkicks Blackjack's right leg out from under him.] Tim, Jeff, & Crowd: OHHHHHHH!!! [Blackjack slumps over, heavily favoring his knee, as Rykopathe lays on his side.] Tim: What a head's up manuever by J. Simon Rykopathe!! [6:32] Jeff: What a vicious maneuver by J. Simon Rykopathe!! [Rykopathe is the first to his feet, as he begins stomping on Blackjack's right leg. The ref breaks it up, as Rykopathe backs up and grabs one of the un-bent steel chairs. Blackjack pulls himself to his feet with the assistance of the ropes, and stays there bent over. Rykopathe smiles at a nearby camera, and then runs at Blackjack with the chair. Rykopathe winds up and blasts Blackjack in the back of the right knee - completely BACKFLIPPING Blackjack over onto his stomach.] Jeff: HE NAILED HIM WITH THE CHAIR!! ["HO-LY-SHIT, HO-LY-SHIT"] Tim: Blackjack could be in real danger here tonight... Jeff: That was awesome!! [Blackjack begins grasping at his knee, as Rykopathe drops a chair in the center of the ring. Rykopathe slowly walks over to Blackjack, while glancing up at the Extream Screen to check the time. He sees it and then hurries a little bit. Rykopathe pulls up Blackjack to his feet and steadies him. Rykopathe pulls Blackjack to the center of the ring, and applies a gutwrench. Rykopathe hoists Blackjack up into the air, onto his right shoulder, and falls right into a rolling neckbreaker on the steel chair.] Jeff & Crowd: OHHHHHH!! Tim: The Pain Killer by J. Simon Rykopathe!! Jeff: I think that's only gonna increase the pain for Blackjack!! Tim: Or make him pass out from the pain... which would in-turn kill the pain... Jeff: Okay, Mr. Scientist... faggot... Tim: WHAT!?! [Rykopathe looks up at the Extream Screen again, and sees...] [3:12] Jeff: A little over three minutes left before the explosion... Tim: Please pin him now... PLEEEEEASE!! [As if he heard Tim, Rykopathe drops down for the pin attempt - as the ref slides in.] [One... ...Two... ...THREE...NO, KICKOUT!!] Tim: That was TOO close!! [Rykopathe pounds his fist on the mat, and then hoists Blackjack up to his feet. He quickly backs him to the ropes and then whips him to the other side. Blackjack hobbles towards Blackjack, but Rykopathe catches him in uranage position. Just then, Rykopathe drops Blackjack to the ground HARD with the "Punk Rock Plunge" (STO). Rykopathe grabs Blackjack's legs, and locks on a high angle sharpshooter right in the center of the ring.] Tim: What the shit!?! Jeff: That paper champion has Blackjack in Blackjack's own Blackjack 21!! Tim: Geez... try and say that three times fast... [1:06] [Rykopathe stares right up at the clock, as it counts down into under a minute. Rykopathe wrenches in even harder, as the ref checks on Blackjack - who screams out in pain but doesn't give up. Rykopathe wrenches in EVEN more, but still can't get Blackjack to submit.] Tim: If Blackjack doesn't give up soon, the ring's gonna blow!! [0:38] Jeff: Just like your mom!! Tim: C'mon now, REALLY!! [Rykopathe starts to rock back and forth on Blackjack's legs as the ring attendants get read for the blow. The fans begin scurrying in the first few rows, as the camera cuts to a far-away shot. The ref checks up on Blackjack, but is already covering up for the blast.] [0:16] [Blackjack instintively covers his head, as Rykopathe stays with the hold like a pitbull.] Jeff: OH SHIT!! Tim: HIT THE DECK!! [Tim and JEeff duck under the announce table, as the final seconds tick off the Extream Screen.] [...3...] [...2...] [...1...] ["BLAAAAAAAAAAASSST"] [You see the ring explode into millions of pieces, as a HUGE smoke cloud engulfs the entire ringside area. As the smoke begins to clear, you see Blackjack and the referee with the heads covered as Rykopathe is laying on the ground next to him. Two of the sets of ropes are torn down.] ["H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F"] Tim: *cough* Th-that was... *cough*cough* HARD to the fucking *cough* CORE!! Jeff: *cough*cough* What did you say!?! [In the ring, Blackjack slowly rises to his feet - as does the referee and Rykopathe. Rykopathe runs at Blackjack, but Blackjack kicks him with his left leg. Blackjack almost collapses, but grabs Rykopathe by his spikey hair to keep his balance.] Tim: It... it lo-looks, like Blackjack was saved by the explosion!! [Blackjack hooks Rykopathe in a supelx and lifts him up vertical. Immediately, Blackjack switches the move over into a powerslam.] Jeff: BLACKJACK DRIVER!! [Only about half the fans react, as the smoke is still heavy in the ring. The ref goes for the pin however...] [One... ...Two... ...THREE!!] Tim: Blackjack pulled it out!! ["Fame" by DMX hits the speakers again - as Blackjack keeps lying on Rykopathe.] Tim: Thanks fot tuning in folks... We'll see you next week!!] [The song continues, as the ref helps Blackjack off of Rykopathe. Blackjack clenches his right knee as his hand is raised. The fans begin cheering as a replay of the action is shown on the Extream Screen. The entire show fades to black, and off the air.]
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