(A black screen then appears as the Hardcore Anthem begins to play. Clips of chair shots are shown, each from different angles. Various HWF wrestlers are both receiving and giving in the clips as each shot sends a spine tingling sound through the arena. Finally, the shot opens up inside the arena to a sold out Kansas City crowd. Chants of HWF rain upon the sound system as we go to Tim and Jeff.)

Tim: Fans alike, welcome to HWF Saturday Suicide! I am Tim Miller and…

Jeff: …and I am Jeff "Ratings" Robinson!

Tim: Oh… boy. Any way, we are 8 days away from the March 12th pay-per-view extravaganza, Parade of Cannibals 2!!

Jeff: Yes, but we've got to get through tonight first.

Tim: Now, I believe we have our very own Tony Bradshaw backstage with a very interesting story.

(Cut to backstage where the often forgotten HWF "third man", Tony Bradshaw, stands in front of a HWF barbwire backdrop.)

Tony Bradshaw: Jeff and Tim, over the past several weeks, I've been doing an in-depth investigation in the whereabouts of Michael Trey and Marek de Kere. This report will be aired in segments throughout tonight's Saturday Suicide and the next HWF Pay-Per-View, Parade of Cannibals 2. This first clip is where we last saw these two HWF wrestlers. This footage was difficult to track down, but... well, let it speak for itself.

(Fades to black, and then into the footage. It is in a back alley way behind a bar, late one night after Saturday Suicide on February 12th. Former World and Tag Champ Michael Trey and #1 Hardcore Contender Marek de Kere a.k.a. DRE come out of the bar, drunk and depressed after their performance on Suicide, where DRE was beaten by the returning Extream and Trey was beaten by fellow Extreme Forces member Thunder. Following that defeat, Trey kicked Thunder and Brad Hunter out of EF.)

Trey: "Well DRE, it looks like Extreme Forces was short lived. Down to just you and me. Thunder and Brad Hunter might have a bright HWF future, but right now you and I gotta take control."

DRE: "Hehehe... yeah Trey. Man I so enjoyed my third ass-kicking. Every time opens my eyes a little more to how fun pain can be. Shit, NBK is screwed, because there's no way he can be more hardcore than what I already have gone through. Hehehe. So Trey, what happened with Thunder?"

(Trey smacks DRE upside the head with his bottle and the two fight a little.)

Trey: "DRE, watch your mouth man! I'm the one who was World Champ, who was Tag Champ, who pulled your ass through this fed!"

DRE: "Trey, shut up asshole! I'm the one who, while still winless, is the most hardcore man in HWF. I'm the #1 contender for a title, you're not. So get outta my face!"

(Trey and Marek begin to really fight, and exchange punches back and forth. Blood flows freely from DRE's head where Trey whacked him with a bottle, and DRE has busted Trey open as well above his right eye.)

Trey: "Back off DRE... you're gonna get hurt. Let's not end a good team here, man!"

(Trey pauses, and then DRE takes another swing at Trey.)

DRE: "Shove off Trey. You've tried to bury me from the beginning. Why was it always YOU getting the push for the World Title?! Why not me?! Why hold me down, Trey?"

(They both begin to fight once again, and become so into the fight they fail to notice a car speed around the corner. The car hits both of them, causing Trey to land on his neck awkwardly and DRE to hit his head violently on the concrete alley. The camera has fallen to the ground, and all you see is the pain in Trey's face and DRE's dazed expression. Finally someone steps out of the car, drags the two men into the vehicle, and speeds away, running over the camera in the process.)

Tony Bradshaw: This was the last we had heard from the last members of Extreme Forces. I will have more information in another report later tonight. Back to you, Jeff and Tim.

(Cut back to inside.)

Tim: So Mr. Bradshaw has been doing some behind the scenes researching… Well, I hope he finds out a little more about Michael Trey and Marek de Kere. Evidently, we'll be going back to him later in the evening.

Jeff: Yes, but first. Our opening match tonight is scheduled to be a Chair Shot Survival Handicapped Match between Thorne Reinhardt and The Heavenly Hansens, but as you saw as we came on the air, "Slick" Vic Hansen was viciously attacked by the Disgruntled German.

(Cut once more backstage, where an ambulance has been parked in the exit of the arena. Vic Hansen is on a stretcher, gasping for air, as EMTs try to get his breathing normal. Stew Hansen stand idly by, trying to help Vic. The EMTs load Vic into the ambulance as Stew tries to enter. Out of nowhere, Thorne Reinhardt comes barreling into Stew with a large pipe! Stew falls to the ground as Thorne nails the remaining EMT with the pipe knocking him to the floor. Thorne then slams the doors shut, then hits them twice signaling for the driver to leave. Unaware Stew and the EMT have been attacked, the driver pulls out of the arena with the sirens squealing.)

Tim: What an asshole!!!

Jeff: Hey! Thorne Reinhardt is just an opportunist.

Tim: Yeah, he attacks a man who is trying to be with his brother and then a helpless EMT.

(Thorne grabs Stew by the hair and begins to lead him through the arena halls. After about 30 seconds, they end up in the gorilla pit where the wrestlers wait to come through the curtain. He then tosses Stew through the curtain as Hansen rolls down the entranceway steps. Thorne does not come through for a moment, but he appears pushing a large rack full of probably fifty steel chairs. He shoves the rack down the stairs as it tips over and lands on Stew Hansen! Hansen has completely disappeared under a hail of chair as Thorne slowly walks down the steps. Thorne begins to throw chairs off of Stew, finally uncovering him. He then pulls Stew out of the chair and leans him in a seated position against the steel rail. Thorne then takes a chair and puts it in the lap of Hansen so that it is leaning on his face. Reinhardt then takes another chair, winds up, and cracks it against the other chair and the skull of Stew Hansen!!! The crowd goes berserk, not in any way cheering Thorne, simply loving the violence. Stew slumps to the floor, completely out of it. Above his eye is a large cut, which has begun to bleed. Reinhardt sees the injury and then nails Stew's head with a chair again! Reinhardt then picks Stew up and applies a standing head scissors. Thorne lifts Hansen up and hits a powerbomb onto the fallen rack of chairs!!! Stew slides off of the pile slowly to the cement as a referee comes running from the back. The ref slides to his knees checking on Stew as Thorne begins to argue with fans at ringside. The referee signals for the bell, as boos encompass the arena.)

Jeff: Thorne Reinhardt has won this Chair Shot Survival Match!!!

Tim: He is sick!

(Thorne then seems pissed at the ref for stopping the match. He then stalks up behind the ref, who is kneeling near Stew and calling for help. Thorne grabs the bald referee by the head, and applies a standing head scissors. Thorne powerbombs the referee into the chairs as the crowd begins to throw trash at the German.)

Tim: Get him out of here!!

(Thorne then picks up Stew Hansen and locks on a standing Mein Kampf.)

Jeff: Heeheehee!!! Yes! Kill him! Kill him!

Tim: Would you shut up!? Stew Hansen needs help out here!

(Thorne then suplexes Stew into the chair straight out of the Mein Kampf into a modified release German suplex! "Du Hast" hits the speakers as Thorne smirks, looking down at the fallen bodies. He then spits on Hansen and finally leaves the ring area to the back.)

Tim: Thank God! Somebody, get out here! These guys need help!

(Another group of EMTs rush out, assisting the two. The show then goes to commercial.)

Tim: Fans, we're back. While we were away, referee Marc Davidson and Stew Hansen were stretchered out of here and loaded into ambulances. We will try to update you on all three men's status before we go off the air tonight. But first, we're going back to Tony Bradshaw for his continuing report on the former Extreme Forces.

(Cut backstage to Bradshaw.)

Tony Bradshaw: Hello again HWF fans. Now, I attempted to track down Michael Trey and Marek de Kere a few days after this footage was found. Take a look at this, taken only days after the accident.

(We fade in once again outside the bar where Michael and Marek were last seen, only it is daytime. Tony Bradshaw looks it over, and motions for the cameraman to follow him inside. The head to the bar and speak to the bartender.)

Tony: Excuse me, sir. Were you working a few nights ago when the HWF was in town?

Bartender: Yeah, I was. I remember all the insane fans coming in to talk about it later.

Tony: Did two HWF wrestlers come in late that night, if you can remember?

Bartender: Now that I think about it, they did. I knew they looked familiar, but they were so drunk and busted up that I couldn't recognize them then. Michael Trey and Marek de Kere, if I remember right.

Tony: Thank you sir.

(The footage cuts to nearby hospital Dean Mercy Medical with Tony standing in the waiting room along side a doctor somewhere in his fifties.)

Tony: Fans, I checked around in all the local hospitals and finally found a patient at Dean Mercy which matched Michael's description and injuries. He's registered anonymously, and while I am still unable to get in the room to see him, Doctor Harris has agreed to give me a report on his condition.

Doctor Harris: I'd be happy to Tony. Now from what we know, his neck hit the pavement very awkwardly, stretching at the base. Upon impact he tore the ligaments and tendons which hold the vertebrae in place. This caused the C-5 and C-6 vertebrae to be lodged together. It was obvious that he was moved after the injury though, because the vertebrae had become unlodged on their
own. This required surgery to fuse the vertebrae and will require a few weeks in a brace and rest.

Tony: Thank you Doctor Harris. Further, no hospital in the area has seen or heard about someone filling Marek's description, and the police haven't heard anything about the accident or Marek. The hospital has promised to keep me informed of any further news about Michael Trey. At Parade of Cannibals 2 I will finally get a chance to speak to the former HWF Champ.

(Back to arena.)

Tim: Wow! We will get to here from Michael Trey in 8 days at Parade of Cannibals 2! I'm anticipating what he has to say.

Jeff: Our next match is somewhat of a rookies match as the artist formerly known as Suplextreme -Joseph Steele- will face "Loco" Chris Randall.

(A loud guitar noise starts as a black figure appears on the ramp. The music gets louder and louder until Joseph Steele walks out onto the entranceway. Then giant purple and red pyros fire up out of the side of the entrance. Steele is stamping away at the ground, as he walks down the rampway keeping his head down staring at the floor. As if he was pumping himself up, and he goes onto the apron and stamps away on that too, He then climbs through the ropes and bounces against the ropes in the ring.)

Tim: Joseph Steele looks ready to fight.

(The powerful instrumental version of "My Own Summer" by the Deftones explodes into the arena. Red and Black pyro goes off all around the stage entrance and ring posts. Loco appears from behind the fire with a dedicated smirk on his face. He struts down to the ring Austin-style and
climbs over the top rope. He gets on the top turnbuckle, eyeing the fans as they roar with appreciation.)

Jeff: …and we're ready to go!

(Suddenly, "Black" by Sevendust hits the speakers as the fans erupt and stand to their feet. Sure enough, the HWF World champion-"The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe-appears in the entranceway. The Icon walks to the ring as the two men in the ring are almost in awe. The Icon stops at the ring, telling the ref to ring the bell.)

Tim: I wonder what "The Icon" is out here for?

Jeff: I don't know, but I'm sure we'll find out.

(The bell sounds as the two lock up. Randall gets Steele in a side headlock. Steele quickly shoves Randall into the ropes. Steele ducks down but is caught in the face with a sharp kick. Randall then clotheslines Steele inside out. Randall grabs Steele by the head, bringing him to his feet. Randall whips Steele to the ropes. Steele holds on to the ropes as Randall then runs at him. Steele ducks an oncoming clothesline as Randall tumbles to the outside. Steele then begins to climb the ropes as Randall gets to his feet. Steele dives to the outside with a body splash that sends both men to the floor.)

Tim: Some early high risk from Joe Steele.

Jeff: I believe it is Joseph Steele.

Tim: Ugh…

(The Icon looks on as Joseph Steele rolls Randall back into the ring. Steele tosses the ring apron up and grabs a table. He slides it out and then into the ring. He then rolls into the ring and nails a double ax handle to the back of Chris Randall. Steele then props the table diagonally in the corner. Steele then brings Randall to his feet. Steele wraps his arms around Randall and gives Loco a head and arm suplex through the table! Chris is upside down in a broken table as Joseph Steele holds his arms in the air. Out of nowhere, "The Icon" grabs the referee by the foot and drags him to the outside. Rykopathe slugs him with a right hand and dives in the ring, behind Steele!)

Tim: "The Icon" is in the ring!!!

(The Icon grabs a waistlock on Steele and nails a release German suplex! Not giving any time for Steele, Rykopathe drags him back to his feet. The Icon then hits a T-bone suplex! Still not relenting, The Icon brings Steele back to his feet. A kick to the gut as Rykopathe hooks both his arms. The Icon then delivers a devastating double underhook overhead suplex! Incredibly, Rykopathe brings Steele back to his feet and hits a Dragon suplex!! Finally, it looks like the Icon is done.)

Jeff: Good lord! I think "The Icon" is sending a message to Joseph Steele!

Tim: Yeah and did you notice he only used suplexes? Suplexes are, of course, Joseph Steele's biggest asset.

Jeff: Hold on, Rykopathe has a mic!

The Icon: You think you're the master of suplexes? You think you're a funny guy calling someone a nazi? Well, you touched a nerve that's very hard to find. And you just had to suffer. Hey, you, take care of this goon for me.

(Chris Randall then comes into the picture and takes over on Steele as The Icon takes a seat on the top turnbuckle.)

Tim: Man, Joseph Steele must've really pissed The Icon off!!

(Randall whips Steele into the ropes and catches him a hurricanrana!)

Jeff: What agility by Loco!

(Randall brings Steele to his feet and picks him onto his shoulder then drops him with a reverse Death Valley Driver!!! The crowd loves it as they respond with a "LO-CO" chant.)

Tim: I believe Chris Randall calls that move the Locobazooka!

(Randall quickly drags Steele up and whips him the ropes. Steele attempts a clothesline but Loco ducks it and catches him. Loco then lifts him up and hits him with a Uranage slam (Rock Bottom)!!! The crowd erupts.)

Jeff: Livin` La Vida Loco!

Tim: Jeff, this isn't the place for bad Ricky Martin sing-a-longs.

Jeff: No, dip shit. That what he calls the move!

Tim: Oh, yeah. I knew that!

Jeff: Loco has the cover!

Tim: There's no ref!

(The Icon hops down from his pedestal and makes the three count! Chris Randall looks up as the Icon smiles. The Icon then leaves the ring.)

(The camera switches into what looks to be the HWF Locker Room hallway at Memorial Stadium. The hallway is empty when the door swings open marked with a yellow star and a name that is unrecognizable to the eye. Its new HWF superstar Chris Goings. He is wearing khaki pants, burgundy loafers, a silver and purple silk shirt, and silver sunglasses. He walks down the hall
and turns the corner. He falls flat on his ass and the HWF Hardcore Champion, the one that accidentally bumped into him, just walks away snickering. Goings gets up quickly and starts walking back towards Thunder.)

Goings: Hey, Mr. Cause Pain And Entertain. Get your stank ass back here so I can kick it!

(Thunder turns around and laughs at Goings. Goings shakes his head and charges straight for Thunder knocking him to the ground with a clothesline. He starts stomping away at Thunder with kicks to the midsection. Thunder slowly works his way back up to his base not affected much by the stomps. He reaches for something and finds a metal rod lying on the ground next to him.
He grasps it with his hand and shoves it right in the crouch of Chris Goings. Goings tries to get up but is hit hard with the rod right in the skull. He is bleeding severely and Thunder just walks away laughing and shaking his head. Goings is then tended to by EMT'S but he just shoves them away and walks back into his locker room. We'll be right back with more HARDCORE ACTION!!!)

Tim: Were back. What an outrageous night we have been having. Nonstop hardcore action live from Kansas City, Kansas at Memorial Hall. Well, right now we are scheduled to have...

(The lights go out and a purple spotlight searches the arena. It stops in front of the entrance way and a countdown is seen on the big screen in silver numbers with a black background, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... BANG! Purple and silver streamers go off all over the place piercing the ears of every person in the building. "Just Like This" by Limp Bizkit blares through the arena and non other then new HWF superstar Chris Goings bursts through the curtains marked HWF. He is wearing the same thing he was when seen before except now he has a bandage on top of his head next to his ear where he got hit staining his bleached blonde hair. He walks slowly down to the ring with mic in hand and
a very serious look on his face. He slides under the bottom rope and slices his finger across his throat. The music then quickly fades to silence as he begins to speak...)

Goings: Tonight... Tonight was supposed to be a joyful night. Tonight was supposed to be the great debut of HWF superstar Chris Goings. Well, I guess you can say it has been the debut of HWF superstar Chris Goings, but great? Not by a long shot. Back there in the hall I was just making my way slowly to the ring to say a few words to my dozens and dozens of fans when I was
struck down by this hardcore loser Thunder.

Thunder! You may be the Hardcore Wrestling Federation Hardcore Champion and I have respect for that. But what I do not have respect for is you turning your back on me when I am talking to you. I am not going to bore the entire state of Kansas with useless babble of sorts about how I want a match for the Hardcore Title and bullshit like that. But what I am going to do is give you
every mother fucking insult in the book you snot nosed prick. This isn't the first time I have thought of confronting you. Just because this is my first HWF show, sorry about that. Just because this is MY first show that doesn't mean that I don't know your history.

I have seen the many, many things that you have had to do to overcome your unnatural ability to wrestler, and your mental retardation and I respect that. I mean what are the odds of a mentally retarded freak becoming the Hardcore Champion of the best wrestling federation in the world? I'd
probably have to say slim to none. So you do impress me nonetheless. But you really shouldn't deprive the dozens and dozens of Chris Goings fans out there by hitting me on the head with a rod. That doesn't impress me nor the fans one bit. I also don't think you should come out here and give the fans so much sleeping time, they can do that at home but they come to the HWF to see entertainment at its best. They have come to see Chris Goings and that's what they will see. Chris Goings and the rest of the HWF. And they will also see Chris Goings in action soon, maybe against you, maybe against Lance Sterling, maybe Justin Storm, maybe even "The Icon," who knows who I will face. But what everyone does know is that whoever I do face will feel the wrath of Chris Goings. Now I have to take a piss like a horse on steroids so I gotta get out of this God forsaken place. Thunder! I expect a response from you by next Saturday or I will just have to take affirmative action on my own.

(He drops the mic in the middle of the ring with a deadly stare on his face. He slides under the ropes and walks back through the curtains with an unusual strut.)

Tim: What a weird man? Speaking of boring, there goes Chris Goings.

Jeff: He has potential. Lets just wait and see what this madman can do in the ring.

Tim: I guess.

Jeff: From what he is saying he should be able to beat 5 steroid pumping crazed bulls in the ring.

Tim: And your going to believe a man that tells the world when he has to take a piss? Ah hell, he better be good. We'll be right back with more hardcore action!

(Commercials)

Jeff: Alright, we're back. Newcomer Chris Goings was just out here after having a brief altercation with Hardcore champion Thunder. Speaking of Thunder, he is now involved in our next match.

(The arena goes to black and then purple lights begin flashing around the entrance area. The lights in walkway come up a little and you see New Breed standing there. The lights in the arena then come up a little to and you see New Breed making their way down the rampway. Edgecrusher is just walking down the rampway with a intense look. He is totally ignoring the fans. Shocker is moving slow but is still slapping the hands of every fan he walks by. They both get into the ring and the lights come back on. New Breed have new outfits. They have a RVD type outfit. The outfit is all black with the picture from the cover of the Fear Factory "Demanfacture" album on it. The rib thing is purple and is airbrushed like RVD's outfit too. Both member of New Breed's new outfit still has "New Breed" written in purple on the back. Shocker looks really sad and somber as he leans against the ropes. Edgecrusher gets the mic and begins to speak.)

Edgecrusher: Thunder, you big lying piece of shit. I am going to beat the eva loving shit out of you. You big ugly muth fucka! You know why you haven't gotten a hold of Extream? Because he doesn't want anything to do with your sorry ass. He wanted us to come back and kick you out. But, I said no Extream. You wanted Thunder, you can have this bastard. Edgecrusher isn't part of any group. Maybe not even a part of New Breed either. Shocker maybe taking some time off.

(Edgecrusher puts the mic down as the crowd jeers at his actions. (The HWF arena goes black and a hush falls over the crowd. A loud roar of thunder rumbles through the arena but immediately changes to Prodigy's "Breathe". Silver and blue pyrotechnics erupt from above the ring and in front of the stage entrance. The lights come back on and Thunder comes out from behind the dark curtains wearing his black outfit lined with silver and blue and his black sunglasses with it. He walks slowly but purposefully to the ring as more thunderous sounds are heard randomly throughout his entrance. He walks down the ramp ignoring the fans that attempt to slap his hands on either side of the entrance. He climbs the ring steps and gets in the ring. He goes to each corner of the ring and stands there peering over into the sea of hardcore fans. He sits on top of one of the corners opposite the ring entrance waiting for the bell to sound.)

Tim: I can't believe how insensitive Edgecrusher is…

(The bell sounds as Thunder jumps down from the turnbuckle and begins to walk to the center of the ring. As he does, the sounds of "My Own Summer" by the Deftones hit the PA. The crowd stands up as "Loco" Chris Randall walks out, wielding a chair. Randall stops at the ring as the match begins.)

Jeff: I wonder what he's out here for?

(Edgecrusher rushes Thunder and pounds away with stiff right hands to the jaw. He doubles Thunder over and begins to pound on the back and kidneys. Shocker stands by until jolted by Edgecrusher screaming for him. Shocker then slowly walks towards them as Edgecrusher seems ticked. Thunder slips in a low blow while Edgecrusher was caught up in Shocker's position. Thunder then gets up and hits a DDT on Edgecrusher. Shocker then rushes over and lays in the stiff kicks to Thunder's ribs. Shocker brings Thunder to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Shocker then catches him and nails a tilt a whirl back breaker! He holds the back breaker as Edgecrusher gets to his feet. Edgecrusher quickly goes to the ring apron and springs to the top rope. He dives off with a guillotine leg drop on Thunder, nearly breaking him in half!)

Tim: Good God!

(Chris Randall screams for Thunder to get up on the outside.)

Jeff: It seems Loco is here to support Thunder.

(Edgecrusher rolls Thunder onto his stomach and locks on a Fugiwara arm bar. Thunder wrenches in pain as Edgecrusher pulls back. Shocker then stomps on the arm of Thunder as Edgecrusher lets go. Shocker pulls Thunder to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Shocker drops him with a drop toe hold as Edgecrusher nails an elbow drop to the back of Thunder's head. The New Breed brings Thunder up and double whip him to the ropes. They attempt a double back drop but Thunder holds on and drops them both with a double DDT! Thunder quickly gets to his feet as Edgecrusher is getting up. Thunder nails a knee that sends Edgecrusher to the outside. Shocker is up and Thunder meets him with a strong right hand. Thunder then applies a standing head scissors and lifts Shocker up. He drops him with a tremendous piledriver! No chance to rest, Edgecrusher is back in. Thunder stands up right into a front waistlock. Edgecrusher then nails an over head belly to belly release suplex!! Thunder bounces on impact as Edgecrusher gets up. He then sees Shocker on the mat and yells at him to get up. Shocker slowly gets to his feet as Edgecrusher goes to work on Thunder.)
Jeff: The New Breed is really going to work here.

(Edgecrusher picks Thunder to his feet and attempts a whip, but Thunder reverses it. He sends Edgecrusher colliding with Shocker! Shocker flies to the outside as Edgecrusher is dazed. Thunder then applies a standing head scissors and nails a sitdown powerbomb! The crowd erupts but not for Thunder. Instead, Marcus "NBK" Fernandez is running out! Chris Randall quickly dives in the ring, seeking shelter from NBK. NBK dives in the ring but is caught by a clothesline from Thunder! Thunder pounds away on NBK as Randall cheers on. Randall still has the chair in hand, as he tells Thunder to hold NBK.)

Tim: Uh, oh! Come on, this isn't right.

(Randall winds up his chair as Thunder grabs a hold of Fernandez.)

Tim: No, no! Don't do that!

(Randall then swings as NBK seems to be fine and ducks the chair shot! Thunder is blasted with the chair but still standing in a dazed manner. NBK then grabs his head and nails a reverse neck breaker! Fernandez and Randall begin to stomp away on Thunder, then NBK grabs a mic.)

Fernandez: Extream! The Hardcore Revolution is growing stronger! I present to you, the first in a line of new members, "Loco" Chris Randall!!

(The crowd cheers as the Hardcore Revolution leaves. Edgecrusher then quickly dives in the ring as the referee reluctantly makes the three count!)

Tim: New Breed has won this match… Thunder was surely going to beat Edgecrusher but he cannot out do four men and a steel chair.

Jeff: Exactly… next Sunday, Marcus Fernandez and Thunder will try to settle this issue at Parade of Cannibals 2!

(Commercials)

("Better Than You" by Metallica blasts over the speakers, and the crowd goes wild as Lance Sterling slowly starts to make his way to ringside. He's dressed casually, most likely because he doesn't have a match tonight. He waves arrogantly at his fans as he gets in the ring, and then asks for a mic)

LANCE STERLING: Hellooooo, Kansas City!

(Crowd cheers)

LANCE STERLING: Are you all ready to get HARDCORE??

(Crowd cheers even louder

LANCE STERLING: Well you know something ladies and gentlemen, I have some bad news for you. You see, my good friend Justin Storm...rather just plain old Justin since I slapped him with that lawsuit, won't be able to make it here tonight. Seems like he decided to chicken out of his match with that NBK loser and stay at home. Just like that punk, to talk all big and bad, and then when it comes time to back up what he says, he wusses out. Is that guy lame or what?

(Some people in the crowd start to boo. Sterling looks at them, shocked)

LANCE STERLING: Don't boo me, Justin's the damn chicken! But don't you worry, I know a way to save the show! In his absence, I'LL take his place. That's right, here tonight: Lance Sterling v/s NBK! I know that's what each and every one of you people came to see; me in action, and I might as well give it to you. Especially since Justin broke all of your hearts by talking like he's da man and now he turns yellow and figures he'd best stay in his hotel room and not come here... I guess that beating I gave him the other week, plus the lawsuit, was too much for him to handle. And he calls himself the "Hardcore Icon"

(More people start to boo Lance, this time a little bit louder and with more ferocity. Sterling again starts to look at them, like he expects them to still cheer after his slanderous words. He chuckles to himself)

LANCE STERLING: Now, now, I know this is all an act.. after all, you people are probably all jealous of my physique and good looks...but I forgive you. Let's get down to business. NBK, just because Justin chickened out, doesn't mean you get the night off. Like I said before buddy, its gonna be you and me. After all, I need some more practice before I bust up Justin once again when its Pay-Per-View time. As to all my adoring fans here...

(By now just about the whole arena is starting to boo Sterling. He looks dumbfounded. He taps his foot impatiently as the crowd settles down)

LANCE STERLING: As I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted, to all my adoring fans here in Kansas City...I hope you all burn in Hell! Booing someone of my caliber...what nerve! Well I'm still set to beat up NBK, so at least you'll all get what you came here to see.

(Sterling drops the mic as his entrance theme again plays over the speakers. He poses a bit, which gets him cheers from the ladies, but still the majority of the crowd has taken offense at his insults and are booing him. "Shock the Monkey" by Coal Chamber featuring Ozzy Osbourne plays as the crowd stands up screaming, awaiting the appearance of the wrestler. Orange and Blue pyro blasts go off all over the entrance area. Marcus Fernandez emerges from the flames and walks to the top of the steel ramp. His bleach blonde hair is spiked up, as he's wearing a black tee shirt and baggy camouflage pants. He walks down the ramp towards the ring. He slides under the ropes and stands up in the ring.)

Tim: This is supposed to be a Stairway to Hell Match…

(As if on cue, the referee takes a Singapore cane from under the ring as the cable descends from the rafters. The ref attaches the cane to the cable as it is positioned at the right height. The bell sounds as NBK rushes Sterling. NBK pounds away with right hand but Sterling retaliates with a knife edge chop and the crowd "WHOOS". NBK returns the favor with another "WHOO" from the crowd. Sterling then kicks Fernandez in the mid section and smashes his head into the top turnbuckle. NBK seems to feel nothing as he elbows Lance in the chest. Marcus backs Lance into the ropes and whips him across the ring. Marcus levels Sterling with a flying clothesline as the crowd cheers.)

Jeff: Fernandez has the early momentum in this match.

(NBK applies a front face lock and suplexes Sterling into the center of the ring. NBK then bounces off the ropes and hits a leg drop on Sterling. Marcus then crawls to the outside and looks underneath the ring. He pulls out a large steel ladder and slides it in the ring as the crowd cheers louder. NBK rolls in the ring as Lance Sterling gets to his feet. Lance charges and clotheslines NBK. Lance brings NBK to his feet and scoops him up. Sterling puts NBK into the Tree of Woe. Sterling then grabs the ladder and places it in front of Marcus' face. Lance takes a few steps back then takes off and hits a baseball slide into the ladder! It smashes into the face of NBK with a thud. Sterling then takes NBK off the tree of woe and begins to set up the ladder. Sterling starts to climb and reaches the top. He instead begins to pose for the crowd to a load of boos. NBK quickly gets to his feet and shoves the ladder. Sterling falls crotch first onto the ropes as NBK slugs him with a right hand. Sterling falls to the canvas and to the outside. NBK then sets up the ladder and begins to climb. He makes his way to the top and grabs the Singapore cane as the fans cheer. He jumps back to the canvas as Lance Sterling has crawled in. Marcus winds up as Lance leans against the ropes. Fernandez swings as Lance grabs the referee and the ref takes the caning! )

Tim: Lance Sterling is such a coward!

(NBK is almost puzzled by the events and unaware of Lance Sterling sneaking to his side. Sterling tackles him to the ground and nails him with rights and lefts. Sterling brings NBK up to his feet and puts him on his shoulders for a fireman's carry. Sterling swings NBK around and nails the Director's Cut!)

Jeff: This one's over! Lance Sterling has the upset!

Tim: Yeah, but there's no ref!

(Sterling then sits near Marcus and lies back on him, as Shawn Michaels did in the mid-90's. The crowd then begins to uproar as the fans are pointing around the arena. Then Justin Storm is seen hopping the rail! Justin Storm jumps to the top turnbuckle and dives off with the Torrential Downpour on both Sterling and Fernandez!!! The crowd is livid as Storm assaults Sterling. Even more cheers come in as "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe comes running down the aisle carrying a flaming chair!!!)

Tim: Look out!!

(The Icon dives in the ring and levels Justin Storm with the flaming chair!)

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

(Storm drops to the mat as The Icon drops the chair on the mat. NBK has gotten to his knees as the Icon kicks Justin Storm out of the ring. NBK then kicks Sterling out. The Icon grabs a mic from his back pocket.)

The Icon: Justin Storm, you want to be a Hardcore F'N Icon? You gotta do shit like this. Not many
people have the balls to use a flaming chair, but I do. Because I am THE HARDCORE ICON. The HWF doesn't accept any imitations, so you can just think of a new name. I don't need a lawsuit to prove that. I just did right now.

(As NBK and the Icon stand in the ring, Loco then appears in the aisle and gets in the ring, standing next to the Icon and NBK.)

The Icon: I told you. You all thought that the Hardcore Revolution was over and dead. We've went from holding all of the belts, to being just two men, to being one man in a slandish rumor. Well, I think it's time that I raise the bar. I think it's time that the Hardcore Revolution is back on top. When NBK lost his belt, it struck a light in my head. Maybe we're not superhuman. Maybe we can lose. So here is phase 1 in our return to glory. For about a month now, I have not been in this ring. I was not assigned a match ever since I won this fucking title. And I just missed the ring too much. So tonight, I declare my reign as the ruler of the HWF yet again. And Elite, you're not too far away from an attack.

("Black" by Sevendust hits the speakers as the crowd chants "HARD-CORE!!")

Tim: Ladies and gentlemen, we're out of time! We'll see you next Sunday for Parade of Cannibals 2!!!

(Fade out to the new Hardcore Revolution.)