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April 7th, 2001

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[7:01 pm | The Ichinoseki Bunka Center, Iwate Japan]

[The camera fades in from black. As it does, it cuts to the Ichinoseki Bunka Center. Suddenly, 'Nakimushi Death Match' by The Garlic Boys blares throughout the arena as the lights dim a bit. After a moment TATSUMI emerges from the back dressed in yellow baggy pants and a solid black shirt that has 'TATSUMI' written on it. TATSUMI slowly walks towards the ring, taking time to mingle with the fans as he does. After a few moments TATSUMI makes it to the ring and leaps up onto the apron. TATSUMI stalks along the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He looks out over the fans and then spews his yellow mist high into the air. TATSUMI quickly front flips into the ring and easily lands on his feet bringing and "OOOHHH" from the fans. TATSUMI calls for a mic and one is tossed right to him.]

TATSUMI: Moshimoshi ken Arigatou waga Doukokumin, or for the Gia-jin in the back... 'Hello and Thank You my Fellow Countrymen!' It feels good to return home and to once again perform here, in the land of the rising sun. No doubt Dragon and I will both hold last week's match as one of our favorite matches of all time for years to come. Not because of the outcome, but because it was here, in Japan! The Wrecking Crew are honorable opponents, and to face them at Parade of Cannibals 3 will be the end of something that has been 3 months in the making. Since the Warriors came to the HWF it seems we've been fighting with or against Billy and Rickey, each match better than the one before.

Tim: That is true Jeff, the two teams have been feuding for a few months now.

Jeff: Yeah, I know dickface...

Tim: What!?!

TATSUMI: Frankly though, I want more. I want variety, I want new opponents who will push me to new limits. I did not suffer at the hands of Mr. Pogo, and learn from the great Onita, only to go to America and wrestle the same people week in and week out. No, I went to America to show people how we do things here... I went there to show them just how Hardcore wrestling could get. Last week was a good start, I paid homage to the greats in that match.... Shadow WX, Pogo, Honma, and Matsunaga. I did things last week that they made famous months and years before. Next week however, I won't mimic their greatest moments, I will start creating my own.

Tim: What does that mean!?!

TATSUMI: Wrecking Crew, our date is set for PoC3, next week on Suicide I want new blood. I'll be waiting in the ring next week with a few special weapons of my own, the only question is... who will be man enough to challenge me. This is my home, this is where I was raised. I can't be expected to sit back and watch this tour pass me by without getting in front of these fans. I don't care who I fight, be it Tempest, Styles, Zakin, Mayhem, it doesn't matter, just make it as 'extreme' as possible. In Japan, the names of legends are written on the walls of history in the reddest of blood. Next week I will bleed... and next week my name will be added to that list, even if I have to write it with my dying breath.

["Dig" by Mudvayne hits the speakers, as TATSUMI drops the mic and starts walking away from the ring. On the Extream Screen, they show the words "SATURDAY SUICIDE" with the Japanese equivalent underneath it. The fans cheer for both TATSUMI and the beginning of the show, as the camera cuts to Tim and JEff at ringside.]

Tim: Strong words from TATSUMI to start off another edition of Saturday Suicide from Japan!!

Jeff: Yes, a week of waiting is over and we're ready to light up Asia one more time!!

[The music fades out, as the fans wait for the first match.]

Tim: That's right, and the World Title Tournament mentioned by Johnny Drake last night... starts HERE tonight!!

Jeff: Yeah, and I'm pissed because I'm not in it!!

Tim: Jeff, shut up... please...

["My Way" by Limp Biscuit starts up. A white smoke begins to fill the entrance way. After a few seconds Fred Durst begins to sing the lyrics.]

#Special
#You think you’re special
#I can see it in your eyes
#When you laugh at me
#Look down on me and walk around on me
#Just one more fight about your leadership
#And I will straight up leave your shit
#’Cause I’ve had enough of this
#And now I’m pissed
#YEAH!

[A huge explosion or red pyro goes off on cue and the song plays on. Jon E. Karman's whistle is faintly head for the music is absolutely blaring. David Zakin emerges from the back with a kendo stick wrapped in barbed-wire in hand. Zakin waits at the entrance ramp until the second verse ends and as soon as the second chorus begins he raises the kendo stick high in the air and generates a huge pop from the crowd. Zakin walks down to the ring with Jon following close behind. Zakin slides into the ring and immediately hops up on the top rope. Zakin raises both his arms high in the air generating a rather large pop. Zakin keeps the kendo stick in his hand as his music cuts.]

Tim: Alright, let's get this World Title Tournament underway!!

Jeff: I can't wait to see who wins the finals at Parade of Cannibals!!

["The World Is Not Enough REMIX" blasts throughout the speakers, as Michael Trey runs out from the back. As soon as he does, Zakin slides to the outside. Zakin holds the stick behind his back, as Trey runs right at him. Zakin goats him on, and Trey goes for a clothesline. Zakin ducks and then levels Trey across the forehead with the barbed-wire kendo stick. Trey falls backwards and stumbles into the guardrail. Zakin runs at Trey again and blasts him a second time with the stick. Trey flies over the guard rail into the crowd now. Zakin drops the kedno stick and immediately slides into the ring.]

Tim: This one is getting started EARLY!!

JefF: And getting hardcore early...

[The bell rings out, as Trey tries to get to his feet in the crowd. Security seperates the fans from Trey, leaving him alone in a pile of chairs. In the ring, Zakin hops onto the top rope. Trey looks up just in time to see Zakin fly off the top rope. Zakin flies through the air, flipping in process, and takes out Trey. Both men collapse onto chairs and concrete as the japanese fans begin cheering the amazing move. Zakin is the first to his feet, and he raises both hands in the air.]

Tim: What a HUGE Front Flip Suicida from David Zakin!!

Jeff: Damn, I didn't expect that out of Zakin.

[Zakin picks up a chair now, as Trey gets to his feet as well. Zakin waits for him and blasts him with the smaller-than-normal chair. The seat of the chair pops out of the aluminum framing and flies off near the ring. Zakin riases both arms in the air again, as Trey stumbles back towards the guard rail. Zakin grabs a couple more chairs now and throws them into the ring. The small chairs fly with ease into the center of the ring.]

Tim: Zakin is turning Japan into a warzone tonight!!

[Zakin runs at Trey for a clothesline over the guard rail, but Trey back body drops him over the rail onto the concrete next to the ring. Zakin clutches his back, as Trey grabs another chair from ringside and waits for Zakin to turns around. When he does, Trey throws the chair at him, like a a javelin, and connects right on Zakin's jaw. Zakin stumbles back, giving Trey enough time to hop back over the railing. Zakin slides into the ring, now, as Trey quickly hops onto the apron. Zakin runs at Trey for a running forearm, but Trey shoulder blocks him through the ropes. Zakin doubles over, as Trey launches up to the top rope. He springs off the top rope and comes down with a flying x-factor on Zakin.]

Tim: Springboard Facebuster by Michael Trey!!

Jeff: Who?

[Jeff chuckles a little, as Trey gets to his feet in the ring. Trey grabs Zakin by the head and forces him into a standing head scissors. Trye lifts up Zakin in a canadian backbreaker rack, quickly hooks him for a crucifix bomb, and slams him down in front of him.]

Tim: FIERY END!!

Jeff: Man, I hate when Trey wrestles!!

[Trey pops up again, and drags Zakin perpendicular to the corner. He begins scaling the turnbuckle backwards and gets to the top. Suddenly, Trey yells out 'LIGHTS OUT'.]

Tim: ALREADY!?!

[The fans stir, as the lights cut to black. You hear a banging inside of the ring. As the lights come back on, you see Trey on his feet staring into the corner - where Zakin stands on his feet as well. Suddenly, Zakin drops Trey with a standing side kick right to the chest.]

Tim: OUCH!!

Jeff: Zakin must have dodged the Lights Out Moonsault to hit that Shadow Kick!!

Tim: Impressive move by Zakin...

[Trey, who callapsed on impact, now lays in the center of the ring. Zakin grabs up one of the aluminum chairs that he brought into the ring and leaves the other one laying next to Trey. Zakin backs up a little and then swings down for a chairshot on Trey. Trey rolls to his left side though, and Zakin connects with the mat. Zakin recoils and goes for another shot, but Trey rolls to his right side. This time, Zakin makes contact with the other chair and immediately drops him chair. Trey pops up to his feet and levels Zakin with a dropkick. Zakin stumbles back to the ropes, as Trey grabs a chair and throws it at him. Zakin catches the chair and Trey dropkicks it right back in his face. Trey quickly goes for a pin.]

Tim: Trey just Dropkicked that chair into Zakin's face!!

[One... ...Two... ...TH...KICKOUT!!]

Jeff: No!!

[Trey gets up to his feet now, and grabs the chair again. Zakin amazingly gets up rather quickly and grabs a chair of his own. Trey begins circling Zakin, who's in the center of the ring, but not swinging. Suddenly, Zakin swings for Trey. Trey ducks, and then swings for Zakin himself. Zakin ducks this time, and then LEVELS Trey in the knee with a golf-swing-style chair shot. Trey immediately drops down onto his face, which actually lands on the chair he's holding. The fans let out a big "OOOHHH" at the site of this.]

Tim: Heads up move by Zakin!!

Jeff: Yeah, but look what he's doing now!!

[Zakin quickly scurries up to the top rope, with chair in hand. Trey begins to stand up, still doubled over with the chait under him. Suddenly, Zakin dives off the top rope and drives Trey down with a fameasser with a chair under his leg - and onto the chair already on the mat.]

Jeff: HOLY SHIT!!

[The fans cheer this move, as Zakin quickly throws Trey over and tries to pin him.]

[One... ...Two.. ....THREE..NO, KICKOUT!!]

Tim: MY GOD, THAT WAS CLOSE!!

Jeff: You're telling me!!

[Zakin pounds his fist on the ground, and then throws one of the chairs near the corner. He grabs the other chair from under Trey and throws it on top of it. Zakin manhandles Trey up to his feet and then throws him into the corner by the chairs. Zakin quickly charges him and lifts him up into a sitting position. Zakin scales the ropes himself, and hooks Trey in superplex position. The fans stir as Zakin tries to lift up Trey. Trey blocks the move, however, and begins punching Zakin in the gut. Eventually, Trey gains control and locks on a double underhook.]

Tim: OH NO!!

[The fans begin stirring again, as Trey lifts up Zakin and dives forward - PLANTING him HARD on the stack on chairs with a SUPER double underhook DDT!!]

Jeff: SUPER FLASH OF PAIN FROM THE TOP!!

Tim: IT'S OVER!!

[Trey slowly rolls over Zakin and pins him.]

[One... ...Two... ...THREE!! NO!! Foot on ropes!!]

Tim: OH MY GOD!!

Jeff: Zakin's still in this one!!

[Trey pounds his fist on the mat now, as he lifts Zakin up to his feet. Trey holds Zakin by the hair, while he tries to think up what to do next. Suddenly, Zakin drops to a knee and low blows Trey hard. Trey drops to the ground, as Zakin stumbles across the ring to the FAR set of buckles.]

Tim: Unfair!!

Jeff: Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do...

[Zakin starts climbing up the turnbuckles, as Trey lays motionless about 12 or 15 feet away.]

Tim: No way!! That is TOO far!!

[Zakin gets up to the top turnbuckle and scouts his flight route. The crowd stands up, as Zakin dives off the top rope. Zakin attempts a ABSOLUTELY HUGE frogsplash all the way across the ring. At the LAST split-second though, Trey pulls his knees up and crushes Zakin's sturnum on the way down.]

Jeff: KNEE'S UP!! KNEE'S UP!!

[Both men lay in the spot for a second or two,but Trey grabs Zakin by the head and pulls him into a small package. Zakin tries to kick his feet out, as the ref counts.]

[One... ...Two... ...THREE!!]

Tim: Did he get him this time!?!

[The bell sounds, as both men collapse inside the ring. "The World Is Not Enough REMIX" blasts onto the PA System as the Japanese fans give both men a standing ovation. The ref helps both Zakin and Trye up now, raising Trey's arm in the process. Zakin looks over at Trey in disbelief, as Trey does the same to him. Both men stand there for a few moments, and Trey suddenly extends a hand. Zakin looks cautiously looks at Trey and then slaps his hand five. Trey nods in approval, as both men raise their arms in the air now.]

Tim: What show of sportsmanship by these two!!

Jeff: That was no doubt one of the best matches in recent Suicide history...

Tim: Too bad they both couldn't advance. Folks, we'll be right back...

[Commercials]

["Heavy" kicks over the PA System and a loud chorus of boos overwhelm the excited crowd. Through the entrance steps Gavin Coens - The Sole Superstar of Wrestling. He smiles to the audience and lifts his arms in a caress. The camera pans out to see a Kami-Sama = Gavin sign, Gavin smiles at this. He seems to be carrying a small golden object not unlike an Oscar. Gavin makes his way down to the ring, step between the ropes, and motions for a mic. The ring announcer hands over the mic and Gavin waits for the crowd to settle until he has a chance to speak.]

Gavin: Good day to all of my "Chinese" fans out here in Japan! It's so good to see that so many of you could take the time away from your busy schedules of bathing, eating rice, bathing, worshipping to the sun gods, bathing, making Gozilla movies and of course, bathing. It shows a lot of dedication to our sport of wrestling. So in honor of you showing so much dedication to us, I've gone out of my way to show dedication to you! Allow me to show you what I've learned...

... Mitsubishi, Chop Suey, Sushi, Kami-Sama, Day-o Lay Lo-mo!

... but most of all, Wo I knee!

[The crowd begins to boo heavily with every word that Gavin speaks. He simply smiles outward and continues with his desecration of the language.]

Gavin: Thank you! Thank you! It took me a while to learn those but I wanted each and everyone of you and your slanty eyed babies to know that Gavin loves you! Wo I knee! ...On to more pressing matters though. I hold in my hand the award that Jayson Starr won last night but never showed up to recieve. From my understand he was called away on pressing matters. Lance wanted to press his steamy body next to his in one of your saunas. It's all good though, they are who they are and we don't judge them. In fact, Gavin bless both of them, poor lost souls. So Starr, I'd like to invite you to come on down and recieve your award because *in a horrible fake japanese accent* You My Number One Guy!!

[With that, Gavin hands the mic back over to the ring announcer. The lights dim down some, and the crowd starts to get to their feet and cheer. The opening riffs to Limp Bizkit's "Full Nelson" kick in, and the crowd starts getting pumped. They cheer louder, as at the very end of the hard-hitting intro, an explosion goes off at the entranceway, as it flows right into "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains! From out of the back, comes none other than "The Hardcore Hero" Jayson Starr. He has on his trademark shades, and leather jacket, which reads "HARDCORE HERO" on the back in red. Jayson looks around for a bit, then he starts walking towards the ring. He gets to it, and climbs up onto the apron. He turns to look at the crowd, who cheers him on. Jayson smirks, then climbs into the ring through the ropes. He walks around some, then hops up on a turnbuckle and puts his hands into the air, listening to the crowd cheer. He then hops off, and takes his jacket off. He removes his shades, and tosses them into the crowd, for some lucky person to have. Jayson tests out the ropes some, then adjusts his gloves. The music slowly dies down, as Jayson has a look of supreme readiness in his eyes.]

Tim: Alright, it's time for our second of three World Title Tournament matches here tonight.

Jeff: Yeah, and this match spells the beginning of Starr's newest run in the HWF!!

Tim: What's this... like his third or fourth?

Jeff: I dunno... but it looks like he's already on Coens!!

[The bell rings out, as Starr begins beating down on Coens. Starr quickly throws Coens into a prone corner and begins laying into him hard with bodyshots. Coens tries to cover up, but Starr continues the onslaught. Starr wrenches out Coens' arm a couple times and then whips him to the opposite side. Coens slams hard into the corner and stumbles back out quickly to Starr. Starr quickly locks on a front chancery and flows right into a high-angle DDT. A few of the Japanese fans cringe a little as Gavin rolls rudely on his neck.]

Tim: Nice DDT by Starr.

Jeff: He looks to be in good condition here tonight, must've been training...

[Starr lifts up Coens and lays in a couple punches for good measure. He grabs Coens by the hair and forces him into a standing head scissors. Starr taunts a little, and then lifts up Coens for a powerbomb. Coens slips out behind Starr, however, and drops him with a hangman's neckbreaker. Coens quickly pops up to his feet and waits for Starr to rise. When he does, Starr goes for a clothesline. Coens ducks, though, kicks Starr in the gut, and then locks him in a fisherman's suplex. Coens lifts up Starr vertical and then drives him down HARD with a fisherman's buster. Another "OOOHHH" from the people, as Coens gets to his feet and looks over at a set of turnbuckles.]

Jeff: Fisherman's Brainbuster by The Almighty Gavin...

Tim: Almighty Gavin!?!

Jeff: Um... yeah...

[Coens grabs up Starr by the hair and pulls him over to a corner. He grabs him as for a spinebuster and lifts him up into a sitting position on the top rope. Coens slaps Starr a couple times and then distracts the ref. The ref looks away for a split-second, allowing Coens just enough time to lay into Starr with a low headbutt. Starr doubles over, as Coens hops out to the apron and begins climbing the ropes. Coens hooks his legs around the top turnbuckle, and then grabs Starr for a back suplex. The crowd begins with the big "OOOHHH" as Coens lifts up Starr and drops him all the way to the outside with a back suplex. Coens doesn't drop though, as his hooked legs saves him fro mthe fall. Starr lands cruely on his neck and immediately grasps for it.]

Tim: OH MY GOD!!

Jeff: That was just wrong!! The Gavin must have a meanstreak in him, tonight!!

[Coens drops his body onto the apron, and to the outside. He grabs Starr up by the head, clubs his neck a couple times, and then throws him back in the ring. Starr lays face down, as Coens hops up onto the apron. He grabs the top rope and then launches himself onto it. Coens springs off the top rope, and comes straight down with a guillotine legdrop - right across Starr's neck. Coens immediately pops up and raises his arms in the air. Starr holds his neck, as the ref checks up on him.]

Tim: Beautiful Springboard Legdrop by... ugh... The Gavin...

Jeff: He's really going after that neck, Tim.

[Coens smirks down at Starr, and then hops back out onto the apron again. Just as he had before, Coens springs up to the top rope. He leaps off, even higher this time, and comes down for a legdrop. Starr rolls out of the way at the last second, however, and Coens CRASHES down on his tailbone. Coens immediately screams out in pain, as the Japanese fans laugh a little bit.]

Tim: That's gonna hurt in the morning...

[Starr slowly gets to his feet, with a surge of energy. Coens gets up now too. Coens goes for a right hand, but Starr blocks it and levels him with one of his own. Coens reels back only to be hit with another right hand. Jayson backs him up the ropes now and whips him to the other side. Coens bounes off the cables and comes back. Starr goes for a clothesline, but Coens ducks. Starr goes for a backhand on the rebound, but Coens ducks that as well. Coens bounces one more time, and this time, Starr lifts him up for a spinebuster. Starr flows with the momentum, spins Coens around, and slams him 3/4 of the way around from where he started.]

Jeff: What a thunderous Spinebuster by Starr!!

[Starr quickly gets up and pulls Coens to his feet. He locks him in a front chancery and then right into suplex position. Starr yells out something, as he hoists up Coens vertical. Starr holds him there for a moment or two, and then throws him down into a sitting facebuster.]

Jeff: Ground Zero!!

[Starr quickly rolls Coens over and attempts a pin. The ref slides into position.]

Tim: Could this be it!?!

[One... ...Two... ...THR...KICKOUT!!]

Jeff: OH!! Hos close was that!?!

[The fans are now picking up from the excitement from the match, as Starr hops up to his feet and pulls Gavin to his feet.]

Tim: Starr has really turned this one aro-

["GONG"]

Jeff: What the hell is that?

["GONG-GONG"]

Tim: It sounds like the President...

Jeff: *sarcastically* Yeah, great...

["Intro" by DMX kicks in, as HWF President Johnny Drake emerges from the back. He's wearing his signature tight black shirt with baggy blue jeans. He slowly slrides down to the ring. Starr looks over at him, with a pissed off look on his face, as the ref does the same. Starr uses the distraction to plant a low blow on Coens. Coens drops hard to the mat, as Starr begins yelling at Drake on the outside. Drake doesn't pay attention though, and walks over to the announce table.]

Tim: Looks like we're gonna be graced by an Executive...

[Starr looks over at Drake, as he picks up a headset. Starr turns back towards Coens now, and lifts him back up to his feet. Drake drops the headset now, and slaks over towards the apron.]

Jeff: I don't like the look of this, at all.

Tim: Yeah, what is Johnny Drake doing?

[Starr grabs Coens and whips him towards a turnbuckle. Coens struggles out of the corner, and dodges a Starr superkick. Starr connects with the corner and turns around. When he does, Coens lifts him over with a hiptoss. The ref accidentaly gets hit with Starr's legs though, sending both men oddly to the mat.]

Tim: Oh, how awful...

Jeff: Ho, how convinient...

[Coens collapses back against the ropes by Drake now, and Drake pats him on the back. Coens looks over his shoulder and gets a pissed off look on his face. He swings down at Drake, causing Drake to collapse to the floor - but not get hit. Coens turns back towards Starr and lifts him up. Coens stands in front of Starr and reverse hooks his arms, as if to setup a reverse gory stretch. Coens rolls over 180 degrees and lifts up Starr upside down (like Helms' Vertebreaker). Starr rolls with it onto his feet though, and then lifts up Coens in the exact same position. Starr steadies himself, and then drops down to the mat - planting Coens on his shoulder blades and causing a HUGE cheer for the Japanese fans.]

Tim: And Jayson Starr plants Coens with the Vert-

Jeff: Super Nova!! He calls that the Super Nova!!

Tim: Oh...

[Starr stands up and glares over at the announce table, where Drake has vanished from. Starr turns back towards Coens and lifts him up. Starr quickly locks on a full nelson, as the fans start to stir. Starr lifts up Coens and then slams him down into a sitting knee-smash.]

Jeff: SHATTER STARR!! SHATTER STARR!!

[On the outside, Drake kips up and slides into the ring. Starr doesn't notice him, and prcoeeds to try and wake up the ref. the ref starts to stir, and Starr begins to back pedal towards Coens. When he does, Drake grabs him by the neck and snaps him HARD with a spinning three-point-o.]

Jeff: What the fuck!?!

Tim: BLAST FROM THE PAST!!

Jeff: Why'd he do that!?!

[Drake quickly grabs Coens and lifts him to his feet. Drake quickly dives out of the ring, as the ref now gets up - not noticing wheat just happened. Gavin glares over at Drake and then drops down for the pin on Starr.]

Tim: Not like this!!

[One... ...Two... ...THREE!!]

[The bell sounds as the ref raises Gavin's hand in victory. Drake quickly grabs a mic from ringside and slides in the ring again. Drake orders both Coens and the ref to leave, and they eventually, reluctantly do... Drake now stands over Starr, and lifts him to his feet. Drake smirks a little, as he begins to speak.]

Johnny Drake: What'd you say last week!?! That you'll handle it!?!

[Starr doesn't respond. Drake starts laughing a little, as the fans boo him.]

Johnny Drake: How are you gonna take me out Starr!?!

[Starr doesn't respond again, as Drake smiles behind him at Time and Jeff. Suddenly, you hear...]

Starr: ...like this...

[Drake turns around, as Starr grabs Drake and drops him with a stunner-type manuever.]

Jeff: MY GOD!!

Tim: Starr just hit Drake with Starr Struck!! Drake is Starr Struck!!

[Drake flips over onto his stomach, as Starr pulls himself up to his feet. "Full Nelson" blasts thorugh the speakers now, as Starr begins to leave the ring. The fans cheer him a little, as he starts up the rampway. Starr looks up at the screen, now, to see Drake laying in the ring. He turns around and dashes back towards the ring.]

Tim: What's he doing!?!

[Starr hops into the ring and raises one finger into the air and waits for Drake to get up. When he does, he turns back towards Starr. Starr kicks Drake in the gut and drops him with another modified stunner.]

Jeff: STARR STRUCK.... AGAIN!!

[Starr hops up to his feet, and raises both arms in the air. The fans cheer him more.]

Tim: Stay with us fans...

[Kyle Corman walking out from the behind the entrance kicks over a water cooler in disgust. Looking very pissed he walks up to the water cooler, hoisting it up he throws it into a wall. Mayhem walking out from the entrance run up to Corman and stops him just as he’s about to kick over a buffet table.]

Mayhem: Kyle!!! You never destroy food.

Corman stops but isn’t calmed, still very pissed about the addition of Phoenix to the match.

Corman: What the hell was he doing there damn it. We would have had the one.

[Corman passing Mayhem hoists up the buffet table and knocks it over, then turning walks away. Mayhem looking down at the spilled food sighs as he bends over and picks up a couple BBQ ribs. Taking a bite out of the rib Mayhem jobs to catch up with Corman.]

Mayhem: Hey man, you need to relax, there’ll be other times for this team.

Corman stopping turns to Mayhem giving him a weird look.

Corman: What do you mean team?

Mayhem: We weren’t ready before man but you and I as a team, come one we’d kick ass.

Corman: You crazy SOB, are you serious?

Mayhem: Hey, ain’t I always?

Corman shoots Mayhem a sarcastic look, in return Mayhem cracks up.

Mayhem: Okay you got a point there, but come on man. A little more preparation and we’ll kick in the Tag Ranks.

Corman relaxing hits a smile.

Corman: Okay...I’ll think about it. But, for now I’m gonna head out.

Mayhem: Alright, take care Bro, see you later. Maybe we can catch a brew tomorrow.

Turning Corman nods a “yes” as he walks toward his locker room.

[Commercials]

[“Underachiever” by Pitchshifter blasts through the arena to a chorus of boos from the fans. After a few seconds, Phoenix bursts through the curtains as the amount of boos picks up a little. He walks to the front of the stage and turns around to face the Extream Screen. Phoenix points up at it as several clips of the Hell On Earth match are shown including Phoenix throwing Michael Trey off the balcony and then Michael being trapped in the building as the chandelier falls on him after the match. Phoenix then walks down to the ring and slides in. He yells at some ring attendants for a mic and one is quickly tossed to him.]

Phoenix: Cut the music. Now, on behalf of myself, on behalf of Michael Trey, and on behalf of the rest of the entire roster, HWF fans, both the good old hometown fans back in the states and all of you people sitting right in front of me now who probably can’t understand a damn word I say, I’d like to welcome you. I’d like to welcome you to a new generation. This is the newest evolution in hardcore. This is what the HWF was meant to be. I know that I’m sick of this place having the Golden One to run things. I’m sick of listening to Trey tell me how I still have dues to pay and how I’ve never done what he’s done. Well, you know what? Since he wouldn’t shut his mouth as I suggested, I had to do it for him. Who’s wrestling higher up on the card now Michael? Yes, that’s right, I’ve done the impossible. I’ve finally broken the man that can’t be broken and we all know that’s what we all really want.

Jeff: I know I do.

Tim: Michael Trey helped to make this place what it is today and whether you like it or not, he will always be around as he is one of our greatest legends.

Jeff: Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Phoenix: So now that the legends have left us, it’s time for the newest evolution of the HWF to step into the spotlight. It’s time to take hardcore back to the level that it should be at where hungry young athletes such as myself will be giving it our all, each and every week. This is what the HWF was meant to be. This is the way it needs to be. And what better way for us newcomers to display our talents without being overshadowed by the quote, unquote “legends” who have forgotten what it means to be on the leading edge of the hardcore revolution than by holding a tournament for the world title where we are given our fair chance to succeed. Unfortunately, this tournament wasn’t even set up fairly. I mean, c’mon, look at this match I’m about to have. Phoenix vs. Tempest. What a load of shit. There is no way this match should even be taking place if it wasn’t for crooked booking.

Tim: What is wrong with this match now Phoenix? Finally have to have a real match with someone rather than running away?

Jeff: Um, dumbass, he’s fighting a girl. He deserves someone better than Tempest. He should get someone tougher, someone stronger, someone who likes it hardcore.

Tim: Oh like Diablo El Dildo? I heard he likes things hardcore.

Jeff: Now that’s just sick.

Phoenix: I know I may have said some less than nice things about Tempest earlier this week and while I stand by what I said, the fact of the matter is that I respect Tempest. Whether she wants to believe it or not, she stands with me at the base of the revolution. She definitely has the talent to be a leader in this company for years to come. She is part of the new age. And that’s why this match is totally wrong. We both deserve to advance father in this tournament. If this were set up fairly rather than as how a few big names wanted it, Tempest and I wouldn’t have to meet until later, possibly in the finals. That’s the way things should be. By making us have to face each other this early, the big names like Trey are assuring that one of us will take the other one out and what better targets to set against each other than Tempest and myself? The man who kicked his ass four out of five weeks in a row and then left you for dead and the woman who caused you to cheat on Claire not to mention beating you at Thrillfest. I definitely think something is wrong with this.

Jeff: Me too. Oh how I miss Bisc Li. If only he were here to fix this. Someone has to call someone to stop this.

Tim: I could call your mom. She might be able to fix something.

Jeff: Much like yours fixed me last night. I got a full tune up with a lube job and all.

Tim: Now that’s just uncalled for.

Phoenix: So Tempest, I’m sorry for this match. It’s definitely uncalled for and should not be taking place. But let’s face it. The winner of this tournament has to start somewhere. So let’s get going and find out which one of us that’ll be.

[Phoenix walks over to the side of the ring and tosses the mic to an attendant. Tempest steps out on the ramp and raises her hands as she bops a little to the beat of "Battle Flag." She smiles radiantly and the lights reflect off of her shiny PVC body suit, a black and gold tiger striped design. She trots down to the ring to a few sporadic cheers, presumably the new and enthusiastic fans she met earlier. She scoots into the ring and is offered a mic, which she takes, bowing to the ring attendant.]

Tempest: I'm so happy to be out here alone, instead of in the company of a rival that I've been leashed to. But I want to take a moment to express my gratitude. Because even though the HWF has given me some hard times, it's given me as many chances. And a chance is all that I need to prove my worth. I don't need anyone to fight my battles for me, nor proclaim they have my interests at heart, like Phoenix would try to do. Especially when it provides a convenient excuse to steal from those who earned their greatness like Michael Trey. But let's see, Phoenix... let's see if you can keep me form mine.

[Tempest drops the mic and runs at Phoenix, who spears her to the ground. The bell sounds.]

Tim: And this match is underway!!

[Phoenix lays into Tempest with a few right and lefts to her jaw, and then lifts her back up to her feet. Phoenix kicks Tempest in the gut and then whips her to the ropes. She comes back, as Phoenix goes for a back body drop. Tempest grabs his head in a front chancery and swings it around into a swinging DDT. Phoenix rolls into a corner and quickly gets to his feet. Tempest kips up and turns around, just in time to hit the charging Phoenix with a swift kick. Phoenix rells back into the corner and Tempest runs at him. She runs up his body and lepas off his chest. She lands on his shoulders as if for a hurricanrana, but Phoenix quickly powerbombs her down to the mat HARD.]

Jeff: Take THAT!!

Tim: What a earth-shattering Powerbomb from Phoenix!!

[Phoenix grabs Tempest by her hair and pulls her to her feet. Phoenix slaps Tempest once, and then pulls her into a standing head scissors. He grabs her around her waist and lifts her up for a powerbomb. This time, however, Tempest performs one of the fastest hurricanranas in history. Phoenix SOMEHOW lands on his feet. He looks around, kind of shocked, and then runs to the ropes. As he comes back, Tempest goes for a kick. Phoenix catches her foot, but Tempest quickly reverses into a smacking enziguri.]

Tim: MY GOD!! That was loud!!

Jeff: That was luck, Tim... C'mon Phoenix...

[Tempest pulls up Phoenix, but he doesn't really respond. She immediately drops down onto him for the pin.]

Tim: Phoenix is out of it!!

[One... ...Two... ...THR...KICKOUT!!]

Jeff: Damn, she must've really connected with that kick!!

[Tempest rolls up to her feet and lifts up Phoenix. She chops Phoenix a couple of times, and then throws him back into a corner. She grabs him in a headlock, runs forward, and spikes him to the mat with a bulldog. The japanese crowd cheers a little, as Tempest lifts up Phoenix again and locks him in another headlock. Tempest backs up to the corner, and then runs across the ring again. This time, though, Phoenix lifts her up over his head and throws her forward onto the top rope. Tempest lands in a sitting position on the top rope, and springs back onto her stomach - much like a split-legged moonsault. She slams down hard, and Phoenix immediately picks her up again.]

Tim: What a move by Phoenix...

[Phoenix bludgeons Tempest with a series of rights and then grabs her for a front suplex. She lands hard and starts to roll away, but he grabs her and yanks her up. Tempest squirms, but can't get free as Phoenix clamps down a nasty Cobra clutch.]

Jeff: Ha! Slither out of that one you little snake.

[Tempest squirms around and Phoenix has trouble maintaining his grip on her as she tries to turn in the hold.]

Tim: Don't tempt her Jeff, it looks like she just might.

[Tempest squirms to the point of having her head tilted awkwardly in Phoenix's grasp. She flails a moment and then as the camera zooms closer, her eyes light up and she appears to smile just a little. With that, she rears back grasps his arm, bares her teeth and bites him as hard as she can. Blood flows from the wound as she shakes her head like a shark and Phoenix screams, more out of surprise.]

Jeff: She bit him! Tempest bites!

Tim: I wouldn't say that to loud. Now that's a hardcore innovation!

[Phoenix releases the cobra clutch immediately as both he and Tempest double over. Tempest levels Phoenix in the gut with a hard elbow, and then drops him backwards with a russian legsweep. Tempest rolls back onto her feet, and then quickly applies a fujiwara arm bar.]

Tim: Fujiwara Armbar!!

Jeff: Tim, look at the Extream Screen...

[The action focuses on the Extream Screen, where they cut backstage. Grabbing his stuff out of his locker Corman heads out to the parking garage. Walking up to his red Mustang he pulls out his keys. As one key catches in his pocket the keys fall to the ground. Swearing under his breath he bents over to pick up the key, snagging them with his free hand he stops suddenly as he hears his name whispered. Shooting to his feet Corman turns around to look. Scanning his eyes across every part of the parking garage he sees nothing. Shaking it off as imagination he turns and unlocks his car. Throwing his duffle bad to the passenger’s seat he gets in. Starting his car the radio instantly comes on at a near deafening volume. The volume is so excruciating Kyle immediately covers his ears, bending forward he’s force to use his elbow to turn off the radio. Uncovering his ears he sighs as he moves his hands to his temples and starts to message the instant headache away. Stopping the message a sudden thought comes to him, he remembered turning off the radio before turning his car off.]

Tim: What's this all about?

[Tempest stares up at the Extream Screen, as the ref also keeps it in the corner of his eye. Back on the screen - Hearing another near deafening noise, this time outside of the car Corman turns to his left just in time to see a tractor trailer heading towards him, the sound being a pull of the air horn. With less then a second to react Corman folds himself to the right just as the tractor trailer collides with the left back door of his car. The truck coming at such force pushes the car into the wall next to it sandwiching it.]

Tim: HOLY SHIT!!

[Inside, Corman is shaken but miraculously unhurt, however laying across the seat he’s too weakened to move. Listening he hears and feels the truck begin to move back, trying to pull himself up he’s to weak to do so. Hearing a door open he turns slowly to try to look but is instantly grabbed by the throat. The grip is strong and he’s to weak to fight it as he’s pulled out of the shattered and bent window. The arms is unkind as it drags Corman’s body over the broken shards of the window cutting his belly up. Corman finally starting to fight looks up to his attacker but only sees a black hood. Another arm reaching out picks Corman up and braces him against the side of his destroyed car. Corman sucking in air is finally able to speak.]

Corman: Who...the hell are you.

[Looking at his attacker Corman notices the man is dressed head to toe in black robes. The attacker cocking his head slowly rears his left arm back far behind his back. Swinging his fist with such force an echoing crack can be heard as the roundhouse connects with Corman’s jaw knocking him completely out. The attacker loosening his grip let’s Corman slide to the ground. Looking to the shattered front windshield the figure pulls out a triangular shard of the glass. Crouching down next to Corman’s body he grabs an arm and touches the pointed piece to Corman’s upper arm and slowly begins to cut down from shoulder to wrist, not deep but enough to draw blood. Dropping that arm without a word the attacker picks up the other as the scene fades out.] Tim: What the fu-

Jeff: That's like the third or fourth week something like that has happened!!

Tim: What sickness...

[Tempest looks stunned by the action on the Extream Screen, and releases the hold on Phoenix. She stands up and gains her composure a bit. Tempest grabs Phoenix by the head and pulls him to his feet. Phoenix is quick to pounch her in the gut, however. Temepst doubles over and gets pulled into another standing head scissors. Phoenix lifts her up vertical again, and switches it into cradle piledriver position.]

Tim: Cradle Pilderiver maybe?

[Phoenix holds her steady, then turns to the right. He turns again, and then again, and finally one last time - giving all the fans a look at the move as blood rushes to Tempest's head. Phoenix leaps into the air now, and drives Tempest's head into the mat with a HUGE cradle piledriver. Tempest bounces off the mat, and Phoenix rolls onto for a pin.]

[One... ...Two... ...TH..KICKOUT!!]

Jeff: C'mon Phoenix, end this!!

[Phoenix savagly pulls Tempest up to her feet and locks on a headlock. He runs with her to the far corner, walks up the buckles, and turns the move into a swinging bulldog. Tempest immediately graps for her face, as Phoenix stands up and smirks a little. He looks down at his arm, which is still bleeding from the biting from earlier. Phoenix easily pulls Tempest to her feet again, and locks on a front chancery. He grabs her far arm, and pulls the hold into an inverted facelock now.]

Tim: Uh-oh...

Jeff: You know what this means... It's Into the Ashes time!!

[Phoenix lifts Tempest up for a inverted impant DDT, but Tempest flows back onto her feet. As soon as she lands, Tempest turns the move into an inverted swinging neckbreaker - Roll of Dice style. Both Tempest and Phoenix roll an extra rotation so Tempest is pinning Phoenix. The ref quickly slides in.]

[One... ..Two... ...THREE!!]

Jeff: What the hell!?!

[The bell sounds, as Tempest falls back into the ropes. Phoenix quickly rolls up himself, and a look of disbelief comes across his face.]

Tim: Tempest pulled that one out right from under Phoenix!!

Jeff: Tempest pulled that one out of her ass!!

Tim: Jeff... please...

["Battle Flag" hits the speakers again, as Tempest bounces up to her feet and goes to exit the ring. Phoenix quickly runs at her though, and locks on another inverted facelock. He lifts her up, and this time drives her down with an inverted implant DDT.]

Jeff: YES!! TAKE THAT!!

Tim: There was no reason for that Into the Ashes...

Jeff: Yes there was, you said yourself; Tempest pulled that one out right from under Phoenix!!

Tim: That's no what I mea-

Jeff: Yes, yes you did.

[Phoenix angirly leaves the ring, as the camera cuts backstage now. Johnny Drake sits in his makeshift office here in the arena, when suddenly the door opens. To some suprise, in walks "Pop Perfection" Jonathan Storm.]

Storm: Hey Johnny.

Drake: What can I do for you, Jon?

Storm: Drake, you know why I'm here. I'm here to pick up the World Title. You know that. You robbed me of my chance to finally take it from Sterling, so I'm here to take it.

[Drake stands up, annoyed.]

Drake: You're lucky I'm a patient man, Storm. You're lucky to be in this tournament, considering your actions since you've gotten here! You run around with a fake title, claim to be an HWF champion, and then you almost attack Collins on his show?! You want that belt? You gotta earn it like the rest of them.

Storm: Fine...have it your way.

[Storm gives Drake a cheap left hand and leaps over his desk to attack him. He throws him over the desk and as Drake comes up, he tries to kick Jon in the stomach. Storm counters by grabbing his leg, doing a dragon screw, and then holding on to make it a half crab. He locks it in until Drake taps out.]

Storm: Now you know what the rest of my competition is getting...call that a sneak preview of my Encore Performance.

Tim: Storm just attacked Drake!

Jeff: He’s up next!

[Commercials.]

[The lights in the arena go out as the techo sound of Rob Zombie's "Dragula remix" hit loudly throughout the arena. Blue, Red and Purple spotlights flash on and off all around the arena almost like a dangerous lightning storm. Strange voices echo quietly in the song as the tune of the music begins to pick up. As the music builds up all lights go off leaving the ring in pitch-blackness while only blue strobe lights flash down on the ramp revealing a large man crouched down on one knee on the stage. As Rob Zombie begins to "sing" Mayhem begins to slowly rise to his feet. Walking slowly down the ramp he stops as the music hits a strange stutter. Then with an incredible burst of speed Mayhem bold down to the ring as the song hits it chorus. Sliding into the ring he quickly stand and roars loud. The blue lights making him look even more like a monster. As the song fades the lights do as well and Mayhem stands quietly the lights of the arena reflecting off his mask.]

Jeff: That man is insane!

Tim: I’m not gonna disagree with you on that one.

[“Starseed” by OLP begins quietly through the arena, building up as the fans rise to their feet. As the opening guitar line comes to an end, the voice of Kyle Corman screams out "YEAH YEAH YEAH HE!" As the bass kicks in a wall of red and white fireworks shoot up from the ground to the left and right of the entrance. The Extream Screen shows random shots of Corman hitting Total Annihilation on a few wrestlers and the words Canadian Hero pop up. Then The Canadian Kid steps out between the sea of fireworks in a pair of dark red cargo pants with white slashes down each leg, and a CK t-shirt. He also has a white Reebok hat on over his wet hair. The steps past the sea of red and white and raises his hand and smiles to the cheering crowd. He takes a look to the ring, and makes a dash and slides under the bottom rope. He pops up and climbs a turnbuckle and raises one hand and throws his hat to the crowd. He jumps down and removes his shirt and throws that to the fans as well.]

Tim: Our Canadian Hero is in the ring... and we await the other team.

Jeff: Canadian hero? We have no Canadian heroes! We’re American! We don’t give a shit about any other countries unless they’re paying us! He’s not a hero! He’s another face standing in our way of achieving manifest destiny! The dream of our four-fathers! The story we tell our kids in pride of our country! The...

[The lights dim and the strobe lights begin to flash immediately upon the beginning of this familiar tune...

"There's no money
There's no possession
Only obsession
I don't need that shit
Take my money
Take my obession."

Two shots of pyro shoot straight up after the intro of "Between Angels and Insects" by Papa Roach begins to play! Jonathan Storm is raised from a rotating platform, all smiles and waving to the crowd, which has given him a mixed reaction. Part due to his music and his past here in Japan, the other due to his heel nature. He slides into the ring and stands on the ropes, a la Christian. He tosses off his sleeveless t-shirt, and waits for the match to begin.]

Tim: Doesn’t Shawn Collins normally manage Jonathan Storm?

Jeff: He used to come to ringside regularly with Storm before Seven. But what happened?

Tim: Yeah! Seven! You mean the night that Shawn Collins rode in on the helicopter, and shot Michael Trey back into the burning church with a fire hose? Claire, Phoenix, Bisc and him must be really proud of that. Michael Trey hasn’t even been approved to wrestle tonight!

[“Save Yourself” by Stabbing Westward hits the speakers, and a wave of mixed reactions is heard in the crowd as they await Vic Williams.]

Jeff: YES! VIC WILLIAMS! FINALLY COMING BACK TO THE HWF!

Tim: And... where is he?

Jeff: He’s... not... here?

[The referee speaks with the ring announcer, and Storm just stands in the ring... stunned.]

Jeff: What’s going on?

[Nigel Rolston lifts the mic and announces: ]

Nigel: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that even if Vic Williams doesn’t show up... the match WILL CONTINUE!

[The fans scream and yell, and go crazy... while Storm is in the ring with a very...]

Tim: ...stupid...

[... look on his face!]

Jeff: They’re going to let Storm be in a handicap match against... THE CANADIAN KID AND THAT CRAZY FUCK?!

Tim: Looks like it! And let the festivities begin!

[The bell rings as both Mayhem and Kyle Corman look at each other and jump on Storm, beating him with lefts and rights. The ref eventually breaks this up, and Storm hits a super kick on Corman, immediately followed by a clothesline from Mayhem.]

Jeff: THEY CAN’T DO THIS TO STORM! WHERE’S COLLINS?! Tim: Well... they obviously can! It’s no-dq too! So Corman and Mayhem can do whatever they please.

Jeff: Poor Storm...

[Mayhem goes out while Corman stays in the ring to start the match off.]

Jeff: At least it’s tag format!

[Storm pulls something out of his tights, and hits Corman in the face with it. Corman falls to the mat, holding his face. Storm smiles, and exchanges insults with Mayhem before going down and picking up the Canadian Kid. He looks Corman in the face, and slaps him. This angers Corman, and he comes back with a series of punches to Storm’s face, and a spinning heel kick to drop him to the floor.]

Tim: Look at the intensity and heart in the Canadian Kid!

Jeff: Who cares about Canada...? Those beady-eyed bastards. It’s not a real country anyway...

Tim: Shut your mouth you egg beating bitch! Commentate the match!

[Storm gets up quickly, and as Corman goes for another punch, Storm ducks, and hits a double-leg takedown into a Boston crab! Corman is yelling loud!]

Tim: You can’t deny Storm’s technical expertise.

Jeff: SQUEAL! SQUEAAAAAL!

Tim: You can’t deny Jeff’s idiocy.

[Corman grabs the ropes as quickly as he could, and tags Mayhem while in the Boston crab. Storm immediately lets go, and backs up as the mammoth known as Mayhem steps up to him and smiles. Storm bounces of the ropes, and comes off with a cross-body. Mayhem catches Storm in mid-air, and applies a running-body slam. Storm holds his back as he hits the floor. Corman throws in a chair for Mayhem, who gladly accepts the gift, as the crowd is even louder.]

Jeff: They... they can’t do that!

Tim: Sure they can, it’s no DQ! Now, go make sweet love to a dirty ape, you rotten bastard!

Jeff: !

Tim: Yeah, that’s right. Shut your mouth!

[Mayhem lifts the chair, and brings it crashing on Storm’s back. The crowd goes nuts! The camera shifts to the entranceway. It’s...]

Jeff: PHOENIX! HE’S COME TO SAVE THE DAY!

Tim: Oh God... what now?

[Phoenix, holding a chair wrapped in barb wire, runs into the ring, and slaps Mayhem with the chair. It sticks to his forehead, but Phoenix pulls it off, busting Mayhem open. Mayhem walks over to tag Kyle Corman, and falls out of the ring. Corman runs at Phoenix, but Phoenix lands a shot on him as well. Corman falls, and Phoenix goes to the outside to finish off Mayhem.]

Tim: WHAT THE HELL?! HE CAN’T DO THAT!

Jeff: Sure he can... it’s no-dq!

Tim: Smart ass...

[Kyle Corman slowly gets up in the ring. Mayhem has chased Phoenix back to the locker room. As Corman stumbles towards Storm, he grabs his leg for a dragon screw into the half crab!]

Tim: THAT’S THE SAME MOVE STORM USED ON DRAKE EARLIER!

Jeff: YES! SQUEAAAL! SQUEAAAL YOU BASTARD BEADY-EYED CANADIAN!

[Canadian Kid is tapping! The ref calls for the bell, and the match is over! But, Storm is keeping the move applied, and is putting more pressure on it! Corman is yelling!]

Tim: Let him go dammit! Let him go!

Jeff: Storm’s sadistic! I love it!

[“Between Angels and Insects" by Papa Roach begins to play, and more refs are coming out to break up the hold. Storm finally lets go, and smiles at the crowd while motioning a title’s shape around his waist.]

Jeff: What a victory by our next World Champion!

Tim: He used Phoenix’s chair!

Jeff: Oh well!

[In the back, Commissioner Collins was watching the match on a monitor. He is smiling and nodding his head, and then he begins to walk.]

Jeff: Commissioner Shawn Collins is coming out here!

Tim: Yes, he is. And we’ll be back.

[Commercials.]

[As the scene opens again, “Clubbed To Death” by Rob D is finishing off, and Commissioner Collins is standing in the ring with a microphone. His hair is fluffy, and up. He’s wearing his trademark blue suit, with yellow shirt. He lifts the mic to his mouth as the usual chant of “Ass-hole!” is heard throughout the arena.]

Shawn: Yeah, a name I hear all the time... when Claire is describing dear old Mikey to me.

[The boos are deafening.]

Shawn: Now, first of all, Jeff... I heard what you said about Canada. That’s a no-no! Remember? I’m Canadian. I don’t care whom you’re talking about. Don’t disrespect my country, or I’ll have your ass fired!

Tim: I told you to shut up!

Jeff: Have I told you how much I loved Canadians, Shawn?

Shawn: Now, Jeff... Pull your tongue out of my ass! To paraphrase ‘Brick Top’: Dogs do that. You’re not a dog, now, are you Jeff?

[Jeff shakes his head ‘no’.]

Shawn: I didn’t think so. Now, to the real reason of why I’m out here.

Tim: Oh, I can’t wait to hear this...

Jeff: I cant either! I want to hear it!

Shawn: Two weeks ago, we had a pay per view titled Seven. And in that Pay Per View, we had a ‘Greed’ match for the Canadian Title. Where the winner would not only receive the Canadian title, but a special prize from yours truly – Shawn Collins. So, I’m out here to congratulate Chris Styles. What have you won, you may be thinking? Well, I’ll tell you what you’ve won. While Jonathan Storm has taken the place of Lance Sterling in the World Title Tournament, I’m left with a free match. And seeing as I do owe the winner of the Greed match something... I’m going to make it this – You get a free ride in the tournament for the HWF World Title! That’s right, you get a ‘by’ in the first round!

Jeff: Wow! Chris Styles has received a by!

Tim: I find that ridiculous.

Jeff: You don’t like anything the Commissioner has to say!

Tim: Well, that’s my problem.

Shawn: Well, congratulations to Styles. I’m out of here.

[Commercials as Shawn walks his way back to the dressing room area, swamped by boos.]

Tim: Coming up next will be a match that will be vital to the Hardcore/King Of Violence division...and the Thunder Lightning Division...if there is one...

Jeff: Pff...these guys are both whackjobs, in my opinion.

Tim: Whatever Jeff, but expect a huge battle in the next match-up!

Jeff: *sarcastically* Yeah, woo-woo! I just can't wait!

["Responsibility" by MxPx blares over the speakers as the fans give a nice pop for the man coming out. At the chorus, "The Original Prankster" JD Brady comes out to a thunderous cheer...pun intended! JD comes out with the HWF Thunder Lighting 'Title' over his shoulder and a look of self-confidence. JD waves to the fans and points to a few special ones as he gets into the ring. JD gets in the ring and takes a microphone out of his pocket. As the crowd silences, he speaks.]

JD Brady: Thank you one and all, thank you Iwate, Japan!

[Cheap pop.]

JD Brady: Wow. The cheap pops even work over here...GREAT! You know...there is something that I would like to talk about. Lately my Thunder Lighting 'Title' has not been taken very seriously. Really I am not sure why. I mean...sure...lately I haven't been the most serious guy. Making guest appearances on Blue's Clues, pretending to be Martin Luther King, Jr., a school teacher, and Bill Clinton...does that REALLY mean I'm not serious? OF COURSE NOT SILLY WILLY! So tonight...I will show WHY I am a two time Hardcore King Of Violence Champion AND the HWF Thunder Lighting Champion...but there is something missing? What is it...what could it be...

[Brady's voice trails off, then he snaps his fingers and remembers.]

JD Brady: YES THAT IS IT! Ok Japanese peoples, listen up. I need YOUR support in this match tonight. Yes, I know it is only Renegade, but I still want the fan support! So here we go...I am going to give ALL OF YOU an English lesson! Ok listen...this is what I want you to chant, ok? Just slowly at first...ok? Good. Here we go.

[The crowd just looks confused, but plays along.]

JD Brady: Braaaaddddyyyy.....Braaadddyyyyy.....Braaaadddyyyy

[The crowd tries to same the simple word, but they can't.]

JD Brady: OK...maybe something easier. Ready? Ok. Jjjj Ddddd....Jjjjj Ddddd. Now you try!

Crowd: Jeeeeee Deeeee....Jeeeee Deeeee......Jeeeee Deeee

JD Brady: That's good enough! Match time!

Jeff: (still sarcastically) Wow, wasn't that just interesting! Screw Lance Sterling, JD Brady is god!

Tim: Shut up, Jeff...

[JD throws the microphone to ringside and walks over to a corner as 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 here's our newest Hardcore/King of Violence champ, Renegade!

Jeff: Will this damn match start already!?

[On cue, the bell rings right as Jeff says the sentence. The two men stare each other square in the eye, a feeling of intensity between both men. After 10 seconds or so, the crowd becomes restless, and the two men meet in the center of the ring. The two begin to exchange fists, with JD backing Renegade into a corner. JD then whips Renegade into the opposite turnbuckle, with Renegade slumping into it. JD then walks over to where he was holding the Thunder Lightning Title when he first came out, then picks up the foam belt. He holds it above his head proud, with some cheers from the crowd but mainly confusion. He then gets in a ready stance, waiting for Renegade to walk back over to him. Renegade pushes himself back up, then turns to walk over to Brady. Brady jumps at Renegade, smacking him over the head with the foam belt! Renegade just stares at Brady for a moment, confused by the whacked-out move. He then grabs Brady by the neck and tosses him into the corner Kane-style, then starts to pummel him into it. He then backs away, then charges at Brady for a Ho-Train like move. Brady moves at the last moment, as Renegade smacks into the turnbuckle. As Renegade turns around, he is met in the chin with a standing-side-kick from The Original Prankster!]

Tim: Nice trickery there by JD Brady!

Jeff: Yeah...how smart is he, hitting the 6'8" 318 lb. Renegade with a foam belt! He could barely hurt you with that, Tim!

Tim: Yeah...

Jeff: By the way Tim, you know why everyone's afraid of the number seven?

Tim: No...why Jeff?

Jeff: Because 7 eight 9! Hah! Get it? Seven ate nine! Muwahahaha!

Tim: Dear God Jeff...where the hell do you come out with these so-called 'jokes'? Sesame Street?

Jeff: No, actually your wife told me them in bed last night when she was trying to catch her breath. Now shut up pig fucker, we got a match to call!

[Renegade gets back to his feet quickly, as Brady slides out of the ring. JD then raises his hands in the air Kurt Angle-style, and the crowd yells...]

[Jeeeeeee-Deeeeeeeee! Jeeeeeeeeee-Deeeeeeeeee!]

Jeff: Well...close enough, I 'spose.

[Brady then goes around the ring and grabs a chair. Renegade has exited the ring and is digging under the ring. JD sprints over around the ring to him before he can grab anything, but JD's too late - as Renegade stands up, he sprays Brady in the face with a fire extinguisher! Brady backs off immediately, trying to wipe the fluid off his face. Renegade comes over to JD, then takes a hige swing at him that knocks him over the railing into the crowd. Renegade then picks up the chair JD had before, then awaits him to stand up. When Brady gets up, Renegade plasters him with it - breaking the chair over his head! Brady flips over the railing at this move, as Renegade picks him back up and slides him into the ring. Renegade doesn't follow him, however. He instead tosses some items from under the ring into the ring. First a trash can, matches, gas, a case of light bulbs, and what happens to be Brady's favorite weapon, an electric guitar. Renegade then slides into the ring, picking up the trash can first while Brady kneels.]

Jeff: Dude! They're not gonna use that guitar as a weapon, are they? That's an Ibanez AX series! What the hell is wrong with these people!

Tim: Jeff, stop reading from that damn Hit Parader and pay attention to the actual wrestling.

Jeff: *Slipping a magazine into a pouch next to him* What the hell is a Hit Parader?

[Renegade attempts to smack JD over the head with the trash can, but Brady moves at the last moment. He then stands up and knees Renegade in the stomach, then puts him in the standing head scissors. He attempts to pick Renegade up, but he can't do it. He tries once again, getting Renegade off his feet, but not into a Piledriver position. Thrid time is a charm, as Brady lifts Renegade up then quickly sits down, hitting a botched piledriver on top of the trash can! Brady, going with the momentum, goes for the cover.]

[One, two, t-KICKOUT!]

Tim: Well, you gotta give it to JD Brady, not many people can deliver a piledriver to Renegade.

Jeff: Psh, I ain't givin' SHIT to Brady.

Tim: Ugh...

[Brady gets back up and walks over to the guitar, picking it up in one arm and examining it with the other. He then holds it up to the crowd, getting a confused-yet-supportive reaction. He then turns to Renegade, but is met with a fist in the face. Renegade is back on his feet, as he grabs the guitar from Brady's hand and throws it to the outside of the ring. He then starts to take monstrous swings at Brady's face, connecting with most of them. He then whips Brady into the ropes, then when he comes back hits a tilt-a-whirl Fall Forward Powerbomb on him, shaking the ring in the process! Renegade gets back up, then begins to stomp on JD's abdomen. Renegade then turns to the crowd and raises his hands in the air, and the crowd goes...]

[Jeeeeeeeeeeee-Deeeeeeeeeeeeee!]

[Renegade looks confused, since he was the one looking for the reaction, but when he turns around, CRASH! JD is back on his feet, and literally snapped the plexiglass guitar over Renegade's forhead! Renegade slumps into the ropes, blinded by the blow. JD looks around, then starts to climb up the turnbuckle. He then walks on the rope, Undertaker-like, over to Renegade. When he gets directly above Renegade's head, he bounces on the ropes then flips off, catching Renegade's neck on the way and hitting a flipping Stunner off the top rope! He immediately goes for the cover...]

[One, two, thre-KICKOUT!]

Tim: How did Renegade just kick out of that?

Jeff: No clue whatsoever...but look at the guy! He's a monster! He HAS to come back in this match, judging by size!

[JD gets back up, looking around the ring for something to use. He finds it in the form of the flattened-out trash can that he used to drive Renegade's head into. He picks it up, getting a good grip on it, then turns around - as Renegade's huge boot knocks the trash can back into Brady's face! Brady falls back, hitting the ring as Renegade kneels down. He then goes for the case of light bulbs he slid into the ring earlier. He grabs a few of them, then walks over to the corner with the case in his arm. He climbs to the top turnbuckle, then sits down with the case on his lap. He then begins to chuck the light bulbs at Brady, as though he was playing a game of darts!]

Jeff: Hah! Renegade's plaing a deadly game of darts over there!

Tim: JD's about to get...lights out!

Jeff: Tim...do NOT TELL ME you just tried to make a joke!

Tim: Well, um...

[JD kneels on one knee, but is met with a glass light bulb in the face. The light bulb shatters, as Brady's forehead is cut wide open. Brady gets up and stumbles back, holding his forehead gently. Renegade then jumps down from the turnbuckle, and walks over to where JD is standing. He then tries to throw the whole case at Brady's face, but JD slips out of the way swiftly, and all the light bulbs go flying out of the ring! Renegade looks pissed, still holding the suitcase that was holding the light bulbs. He then turns around, and, by instinct, whacks Brady over the head with the case! He drops it to the ring canvas, then goes for the cover...]

[One, two, th-KICKOUT!]

Tim: Near fall there! This match may be over very soon!

Jeff: Yeah...whatever.

[Renegade picks Brady back up, then signals to the crowd to do his patented Fist Of Rage. The Japanese crowd, however, has no idea what he is doing. He puts Brady in suplex-position, then lifts him up - but before he can finish the maneuver, Brady leans backwards and pulls Renegade down with him, reversing the move into a Cradle DDT! JD, as quick as possible, goes for the cover...]

[One, two, THREE!!!]

["Responsibility" by MxPx hits, as JD Brady slides out of the ring and starts to back up the ramp.]

Tim: JD Brady has done it! He's defeated Renegade, and now goes on to face him next week for the Hardcore/King Of Violence Championship!

Jeff: Yep, whoopididoodah!

Tim: No need to be rude, Jeff...

Jeff: Quiet, pigfucker.

[Commercials]

Tim: Alright fans, I think we're just about ready for our main event...

[As the ring attendants sweep the mat, ready for the next match, the mysterious man sat in the front row gets up out of his seat and vaults over the guard rail to the ringside. A security officer rushes over to him to try to stop his progress, but the man in the suit nails him with a few swift punches, dusts himself down and continues up the ring steps and into the ring. He walks over to the announcer and asks for the mic. The announcer looks perplexed but agrees. There is a murmur of conversation throughout the crowd as they discuss what is going on with a spectator suddenly getting up into the ring. The man, still emotionless, lifts the mic to his mouth and motions with his other hand for the crowd to settle down.]

Man: Nice to see I still get a good reception here! I guess it has been quite some time since I was competing here in Iwate.

[The man pauses, and looks round at the crowd, with a slight, wry grin spreading over his face.]

Jeff: Who the hell is this guy?! Who gives him the authority to just get up from the crowd and start like this?

Tim: I don’t know, it is odd for something like this to happen.

Jeff: I guess we are in Japan now though; so strange things are bound to happen whilst we are here.

Tim: He isn’t Japanese though!

Steve: REALLY?!?!

[The man in the ring now raises the mic to his lips again to continue speaking.]

Man: Considering that none of you have managed to work out who I am, I guess I am going to have to tell you all.

[The man takes his sunglasses off, and places the mic on the floor. He then takes off his jacket and shirt to reveal that underneath he is wearing a black vest that says “Rebellion” in white writing across his chest. He then rips off the trousers to reveal that he has a pair of very baggy jeans on underneath. What is more, he has a title around his waist.]

Jeff: Not another fucking title! I thought we had got enough of this shit in the last match with Brady bringing in his stupid little made-up title.

Tim: Well it appears not. Someone else can also invent title belts it seems.

[The man in the ring, picks the mic up again, and begins to speak straight away.]

Man: So can you work out who I am yet?

[Silence.]

Man: OK, well it seems like I am going to have put all of you out of your misery and reveal my identity. This here around my waist is in fact the XCW Championship belt, and I am Gary Luger.

[Luger pauses as the fans chat to each other excitedly.]

Jeff: I knew it!!!

Tim: You knew what?

Jeff: I knew it was him, the Smiling Assassin.

Tim: Of course you did.

Jeff: I did, I just didn’t want to say anything to spoil the surprise.

Tim: Of course you did.

Jeff: You don’t believe me, do you?

Tim: REALLY?!?!?!

[Luger now starts to speak again.]

Gary Luger: So I guess you are probably wondering why I am here, why a champion from a different promotion has flown halfway across the world to appear at a show for a different federation? Simple really, it isn’t a different federation. You are now looking at the Hardcore Wrestling Federation’s latest signing. Following the sad demise of the XCW, your very own HWF President, Johnny Drake, contacted me about the possibility of me joining the federation. I was a ruler who had been left with no kingdom to rule, so I decided that it was time for me to move onto pastures new.

[Gray pauses, then continues.]

Gary Luger: It was over a week ago now that I officially signed on the dotted line. Now I am here in person to make my presence known. I suppose that maybe not all of you have heard of my exploits in the XCW, so for those of you who don’t know, let me lay it down straight for you. I was, and still am, the only champion that the XCW has ever had. So the life of the XCW was short, but I still showed in that brief time that I was the best that they had to offer. Now it is time to move onto the next level. That is why I now find myself standing in this ring, at an HWF show. Consider this as your first and last warning, the HWF wrestlers should now be on red alert. The Smiling Assassin is on board, and he is going to have some fun kicking some sense into the “superstars” round here.

[Gary Luger then hands the mic back to the ring announcer and puts his sunglasses back on again. Over the PA system, “Full Nelson” by Limp Bizkit plays, and he somersaults over the top rope before making his way up the ramp and out to the backstage of the arena. He stands at the top of the ramp and takes his championship belt off, holding it aloft in both hands, and the crowd give him a pop. After a few seconds he lowers his arms and walks out of the arena.]

Jeff: Pfft... XCW, eh?

Tim: Well, I'm sad to see the fed go... but I'm glad to see Gary Luger in the HWF!! [Tim is cut off, as "Living in Chaos" by Offspring hit the PA System, filling the arena with sound. As the song develops a constant beat Chris Styles emerges from the curtain, barbed wire wrapped hockey stick in his right hand, microphone in his left hand and title around his waist. Styles pauses at the top of the ramp to the ring raising the stick high in the air with as yellow, white and silver pyro techniques shot up all around him, leaving him surrounded in smoke. Styles emerges from the smoke hoping slightly to keep loose. Styles arrives at the apron, removing his belt from his waist and handing it to the ref who raises it into the air for the crowd to see before placing it by the announcers table. Styles has entered the cage and is standing in the middle of the ring, looking around the arena intently. Slowly Styles raises the mic to his mouth.]

Styles: Here we are, Saturday Suicide, in Iwate of all places. And on the line, my Canadian Championship. But first, I have this mic for a reason.

[Short pause as Styles waits for the crowd to quiet]

Styles: This is where the mind games stop Davison. It has been an interesting week listening to you and responding myself. But, that will all soon be forgotten when this cage closes and words mean nothing. In a few minutes the carnage begins, and there is no talking your way out of it.

Styles: Davison, you have tried the entire week to take my mind off of our match, to have me wonder about you and who you are. The thing is Davison, though I do believe I know who you are I realized,.it DOESN'T matter! Sure it is good to know your opponent, but if you don't, it doesn't really matter when you are the one dictating the match, which I intend to do. If I control the tempo of the match no matter what style wrestle, what style person you are it will not affect my assault. Hell, I am sure you have heard this all before, just don't forget it.

Styles: Davison, why must you always contradict yourself. One second you will say something intelligent and worth listening to but then the next you will say something completely contradictory to what you have previously said. Is this a sign of beginning to break, or just a slip of the tounge? Which answer is true I may never know, but the mere fact this type of thing occurs does prove one thing without a doubt. Though we all do, this proves it isn't a terribly hard task to force a mistake upon you. This is usually the cause of a loss, a small slip up. Basically Davison, best not pull any physical slip ups as bad as the verbal ones you have already managed. Anyway, lets get this thing underway, the time of truth is now!

[Styles tosses the mic out the door of the cage and takes a ready pose in a far corner from the door as he awaits Davison's entrance to the ring. Just then, "Indestructible" by the Matthew Good Band hits the speakers, and the bass riff sends the crowd to their feet as Chris Davison appears in the entranceway. He walks to the ring, reaching in to tag quite a few fans' hands. He reaches the ring and steps onto the apron, then onto the turnbuckles, playing to the crowd and receiving a large pop. He hops off of the turnbuckles and then leans on the ropes, looking vaguely nonchalant.]

Tim: So, who's your pick for the Canadian championship tonight?

Jeff: I'd say Chris. Definitely Chris.

Tim: Uh huh, and which one?

Jeff: The dropout kid.

Tim: That's Chris THRILLA. You know, Teen Angst?

Jeff: Oh yah, where'd they go, anyways?

Tim: I have no idea. Last I heard, Spike was with Tracey somewhere and Thrilla was on vacation in the Phillipines.

Jeff: WHAT?! You mean, they're not injured?!

Tim: Not in the slightest. At least, that's what I've been told.

Jeff: Damn… and I was SO hoping to go to their hospital rooms and pull an Austin.

Tim: Bedpan and all?

Jeff: Yeah, right after I piss in it!

[Chris Davison and Chris Styles circle each other, slapping hands. They lock up as quick as lightning with Davison gaining a slight advantage. Styles arches backwards, almost touching his head to the mat, but he powers out. Styles pushes Davison back from the arch, and bends Davison to the mat. Davison powers out of that and the two end up with their wrists locked. Styles kicks Davison in the mid-section, and takes a kick back. Davison rams his shoulder up against Styles' and the two struggle back and forth, with the sides of their heads touching and their arms locked together at the sides. Davison lifts his arms up over his head, bringing Styles' arms over as well. Davison sticks his leg out and tries to sweep out Chris Styles' legs for an STO, but Styles holds his ground and kicks out Davison's knee. Davison lands hard on his back, still holding onto Styles' arms. Styles pulls Davison's arms up further, digging his knee into Davison's gut, pinning his shoulders to the mat for a cover.]

Tim: Styles going for an early pin.

Jeff:- That's not gunna work, it's still too early!

[1… Davison reaches up and flips Styles over his head with a rolling front full nelson suplex and arches his back, pinning Styles.]

Tim : A tricky counter by Davison.

Jeff: That was nothing, I could have done that in my sleep!

[1…Styles turns over onto his stomach, bringing Davison to his stomach as well. He gets up, hauling Davison to his feet. With their arms still locked, Styles leans Davison forwards and slides his arms into a double-underhook position and suplexes Davison over his head. He hangs onto the double underhook and suplexes Davison again. Styles hangs onto the underhook and tries a third suplex, but Davison blocks it. Styles tries again, but it's blocked as well. Davison stands up, lifting Styles over his shoulder with a back body-drop and falls backwards with a waterwheel drop. Davison's arms are still in a double underhook by Styles, so they stay connected. Davison rolls over onto his stomach and gets to his knees, lifting Styles up. He stands up again, dropping down with a waterwheel drop.]

Jeff: I'm beginning to see a pattern.

Tim: Yeah, no kidding!

Jeff: Hmmm, now Styles is going to counter, and Davison will be dropped like the bitch he is.

[And just as Jeff said, Styles hangs onto Davison's head with his legs as he's flipped over for a third time and rolls forwards with a double-underhook sunset-flip.]

[1…2... Davison clicks his heels against Styles' head and pushes Styles to his back, pinning him shoulders with his feet.]

[1…2… Styles rolls to his stomach and gets up, holding the double underhook and flips Davison up onto his shoulders (FINALLY breaking the double underhook) for a powerbomb, with Davison reversing into a sunset-flip, but using too much force and rolling Styles all the way over onto his stomach. The two are up in a flash with Davison charging at Styles, who low-bridges the ropes and sends Davison flying to the outside. He hits the ground hard but bounces to his feet, leaning against the cage. Davison looks around, checking himself over, and goes for a weapon underneath the ring. He pulls out a chair and throws it into the ring at Styles, who side-steps it. Davison reaches under the ring again and looks to pull out a table, but he only gets it out halfway before Styles runs over to the ropes and reaches outside, swinging the chair at Davison's head. Davison jumps back, avoiding the chair shot. He stares up at Styles with a stupefied look on his face and tries edging closer to the ring to pull the rest of the table out. Styles swings again, but Davison catches the chair Styles. Styles pushes off the ropes away from Davison, avoiding the chair. Davison dives into the ring at Styles with the chair and swings at Styles' head, but Styles does an excellent job of back-pedaling and slides out of the ring, leaving Davison on his own, wielding the chair. Davison tries to hit him from inside the ring, but the same situation occurs, this time with Styles pulling the chair away from Davison. Davison runs to the other side of the ring with Styles close behind and goes to dive underneath the ropes, but Styles throws the chair at Davison's back, hitting it with a smack. Davison jolts forwards, bouncing off the ropes with his stomach and catches a running Styles with a back heel kick to the knee. Styles lands on the chair and stays still for a moment, the wind knocked out of him. Davison grabs onto the top ropes and springboards off the second with an Asai moonsault. Styles rolls to the ropes as Davison flies over his head and lands on the steel chair with his stomach. Davison gets up holding his stomach, turns to Styles, and takes a dropkick to the head, sending him sprawling on the mat.]

Tim: This match is going back and forth!

Jeff: THROW HIM OFF THE CAGE! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

Tim: They’re not even on top of the cage!

[Styles hooks Davison and delivers a lightning quick suplex, with Davison's back rocking the canvas. Styles points to the top and begins to ascend the turnbuckles, watching Davison slowly stagger to his feet. Styles waits for the precise moment, and leaps off the top with a cross bodyblock-- but Davison leaps and plants both feet into the midsection of Styles, sending him to the canvas with his hands holding his stomach. Davison goes to the outside, and props up the one side of the table that’s been revealed. Davison picks up Styles, tries to throw him to the floor, but Styles counters, and throws Davison over the top rope, onto the propped up section of the table, splitting it in half, and bruising Davison. Davison yells as he lies on the ground. Styles grabs the top rope and slingshots, then uses the rope as a springboard for his dive at Davison. At the last second, Davison hurls out of the way, and Styles crashes through the mesh, leaving a gaping hole in the structure.]

Jeff: Excellent... time for some REAL action...

Tim: This could go any way!

Jeff: Well, my bets still on Styles!

Tim: I thought you said Chris!

Jeff: Nope... Styles, definitely Styles!

[Davison and Styles trade fast and furious right hands, and Davison hammers Styles back into the barricade. Styles shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, and just as he looks up, Davison crashes onto him with a body splash. Styles staggers forward, holding his ribs, and Davison backs up as far as he can go. Styles starts to climb the cage, and Davison follows. They get about five feet up each before they notice the other is on the same level as they are. Styles kicks at Davison, and makes contact. Davison kicks Styles back. They return kicks and punches until Davison climbs a little higher and kicks Styles' ribs. Styles winces and covers up as best he can, and Davison climbs up further. With an altitude advantage, Davison reaches down and locks in a reverse chancery. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as Davison steadies... and leaps, jerking Styles down in a long falling reverse DDT to the floor outside.]

Tim: OH MY GOD!

Jeff: HE BROKE STYLES’ HEAD!

[Slowly... very slowly... both men begin to get up and climb the cell. Davison first, Styles much later. Kicking down on Styles, Davison makes it up first, and Styles tries desperately to make it up as well.]

Jeff: COME ON DAVISON!

Tim: I thought you were going for Styles!

Jeff: DAVISON IT IS!

[Styles finally gets to the top, only to see Davison rushing at him. Styles sees this, ducks, and hits a Samoan drop on Chris. Davison lies on his back on the top of the cage as Styles stands at his feet. Lifting Davison's feet Styles attempts to apply "Pure Intensity" but Davison kicks him in the face sending him reeling nearly the edge of the cage. Davison quickly gets to his feet and runs at Styles hitting him with a hard DDT. Davison grabs Styles by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Davison bends Styles backwards setting him up for Backlash, but with a burst of energy Styles manages to straighten his body with Davison still on his shoulders and perform a sort of power bomb off the cage, but not enough to break through.]

Tim: This is getting close! Someone is going to get hurt here!

Jeff: I’m COUNTING ON IT!

[Both men get up and are exchanging a flurry of lefts and rights, lefts and rights, and Styles is getting the better of the exchange. He rears back for the haymaker, but Davison ducks it and grabs Styles in a waistlock, jerking him into the air and bringing him down hard on his head and neck on the mesh. Styles gets up and wobbles around a bit. Davison sees this and gets ready for anything Styles might be holding back.]

Jeff: He’s getting too close to the edge!

[With Styles slowly getting up near the edge of the cell, and on wobbly legs, one can hear the buzz in the crowd. Suddenly, Davison moves into a ready stance, just as Styles pulls himself to his feet and turns to face Davison more. Davison jerks forward, arcing his right foot high and smacking Styles in the face with an almost-perfect superkick. Styles staggers back, on the edge, slowly teetering back, and then... he falls backward, twisting into more of a somersault halfway down. He lands hard on his back, crashing through the announce table. Davison looks down at the table and Styles' hardly-moving form, almost stunned by the sight. He begins climbing down the cage, and jumps at about halfway. He pulls Styles up from the table wreckage and shoves through the mesh of the broken cage, dragging Styles all the way. By the time they both re-enter the ring, Styles is starting to get back to his feet. Davison shrugs and hooks Styles for a suplex, lifts him.... and a few long seconds later, he drives Styles into the mat head-first with a Lethal Injection. Rolling Styles over, he covers for a pin.]

[One... ...Two... ...THREE!!]

Jeff: NEW CHAMPION! I GUESSED IT RIGHT! I KNEW IT!

Tim: CHRIS DAVISON HAS WON THE CANADIAN CHAMPIONSHIP! AND A WELL DESERVED WIN!

["Indestructible" by the Matthew Good Band hits the speakers, as Chris Davison climbs the ropes on each side of the ring with his Canadian Title, holding it up for a huge crowd reaction. The camera zooms in on his bloody face and the Canadian Title as Saturday Suicide goes off the air.]