Tim: Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME TO SUICIDE!!!

Jeff: We're live in Utica, New York!

Tim: Tonight we will see newcomer John Justice take on one half of the tag team champions, Chris Goings!

Jeff: Yeah, I don't see any chance of this JJ punk beating the "Future of Wrestling" Chris Goings.

Tim: I hardly think Goings is the future of wrestling, but nonetheless, he is a champion.

Jeff: Then next we will see the number one contender, Lance Sterling, face Thunder. As you all know, Thunder's fiancée, Rachel Myers was tragically killed last week in a freak accident during Thunder's match. Since that tragedy, Thunder has went nuts on everybody. I would NOT want to be Sterling tonight.

Tim: Then our main event will be the Hardcore Champion, Michael Trey, facing Extream in a non title match. All in all, this should be a very interesting night.

(A small white square shows up on the big screen. The square gets bigger until the
whole screen is white. Then a flower blooms on the white screen as harp music plays, then the flower begins to wilt as the music is scratched out and hard guitar playing is heard. Then the screen shoots to black. White letters begin to appear.)

Sitting at home wondering if your wife is cheating? How about the dearest thing to your heart is taken away from you?
Or maybe the government won't get off your back for something?
Then there's the all mighty bad day at work?

(Then the words all disappear. And in big bold white letters the words "LIFE SUCKS, DEAL WITH IT" appear on the screen as the lights come back on and Extream is standing in the ring dressed in all black wearing a LIFE SUCKS T-shirt. He puts the mic up to his mouth and begins to speak.)

Extream: You know I have been a good guy all my life and it has gotten almost no where, besides all the titles and the fame I have nothing. These superficial bastards here in the HWF think that that is all you need. But that's wrong. You need more. That's why I am here, I want more from life, more than the fame and the gold. I want to make myself happy and the only way to do that, is to make everyone else miserable. The first thing I want to do is talk to Tim Miller over here.

(Extream gets out of the ring and begins walking up the aisle, towards the announce booth.)

Extream: Tim has a good life, wife, kids, nice home, good income.

(Extream makes it to the announcer's booth.)

Extream: Tim, let me ask you… Are you happy with the way your life is going?

Tim: Yes, I am very happy.

(Extream reaches over the table and grabs Tim, dragging him to the floor. Extream backs up and nails a super kick to Tim's face, knocking Miller over the table.)

Extream: Yeah well now LIFE SUCKS.

(Extream throws the mic down as the loud guitar riff comes back on to a chorus of boos. Extream walks back through the curtain as Tim begins to get up.)

Jeff: *laughing* A-a-are ya o-kay?!

(Tim slowly crawls back to his seat and puts on a headset.)

Tim: *breathing heavily* Thanks a lot for your help, you pompous son of a bitch!

Jeff: Oh, shut up. You just can't come to realize… LIFE SUCKS.

Tim: Well, certainly, Extream has a new outlook on life.

Jeff: I'd love, and I mean LOVE to listen to you complain a bit more, but unfortunately we've got a match to get to.

('Light Em Up' hits the speakers and the crowd stands to their feet. Blue lights flash around the crowd as John Justice and Tasha come walking out from the back. Justice has a water bottle and pours some on his head and some in his mouth. He spits the water out making a small amount of mist as Tasha stands back so she doesn't get wet. Justice walks down the isle and on to the mat where Tasha walks up the steps and to where Justice is holding down the rope for her to go under and into the ring. They both get into the ring as Justice takes a drink of the water and goes to a turnbuckle and raises his arms as Tasha claps for Justice.)

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Tasha… JOHN JUSTICE!!!

(John Justice holds his arms up still as Tasha continues to clap, as the lights go out and "Just Like This" by Limp Bizkit hits. Silver and purple spot lights flood the arena as steam rises from the entrance. Chris Goings steps out from the steam, holding the tag title in the air. The crowd boos Goings, although a section of the front row cheers him on wildly, their chests painted to spell "F-O-W". Goings points to them and smiles, then slides in the ring. Before the announcer can introduce Goings, JJ dives across the ring and hits a drop kick. Goings falls to the mat and drops the belt as the bell sounds. The ref kicks the belt into the corner as JJ brings Goings to his feet. JJ attempts a whip but is easily reversed by Goings. Goings goes for a clothesline but JJ ducks. Goings comes back off the other side of the ropes, as JJ attempts a leap frog. Goings stops and catches JJ, hitting a huge powerbomb!!! The wind is knocked out of JJ, but Goings holds on. He lifts Justice back up and powerbombs him once again, this time letting go.)

Jeff: Chris Goings is just over powering John Justice!

Tim: Justice is only 5'9", 158 pounds!

(Goings grabs the head of Justice and pulls him up. A bit to relaxed as JJ nails a kick to the inner knee. JJ nails a jumping spin kick to the face of Goings and knocks him to the mat. Goings rolls out of the ring, grabbing his belt. He waves to the ring in disgust and turns, walking to the back.)

Jeff: Goings is leaving!! He's had enough!

Tim: I don't think so, look at Justice!

(Justice goes to the opposite side, rushing to the ropes. Justice comes back to the side closest to Goings, leaps onto the top rope, and hits a springboard splash onto the back of Goings!!! Both men spill to the floor as the crowd loves it.)

Tim: He flew half way down the aisle!!! Unbelievable!!

(Tasha comes around the ring, looking on. Justice slowly gets to his feet and grabs the hair of Goings. He drags Goings down the aisle and slams him face first into the ring steps. Goings goes to the floor, as JJ tosses aside the apron. The crowd cheers him on with a "TABLE, TABLE, TABLE" chant. JJ grabs a table and slides it out to even more cheers. JJ turns the table on its side, pushing out the legs. He then puts the table upright and positions it parallel to the ring. He then goes to Goings and pulls him up. JJ nails a few rights hands and backs Chris onto the table. Justice leaps vertically onto the apron and positions himself near Goings. JJ slingshots himself to the top rope and springboards, hitting a sweet stalling moonsault onto Goings!!! The tables gives on impact, making a "V". Both men seem to be out of it.)

Jeff: Can you say 'hang time'! John Justice was in the air longer than most 747 planes nowadays!!!

(Tasha comes over and kneels down to JJ, seeing if he's okay. Almost instantly, JJ begins to move, crawling to his knees. Tasha backs out of the way as Justice gets to his feet. Justice grabs Goings by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He then rolls Goings into the ring, following after. Justice stomps on the chest of Goings then goes to the turnbuckle. He slowly climbs to the top and turns. JJ leaps off for a guillotine leg drop, but Goings rolls out of the way at the last second. JJ holds his leg as he rolls face first into the mat. Goings sees his opportunity and gets to his feet, a bit wobbly. Chris slowly walks to Justice, goes to the mat, and locks on the Crippler Crossface! Goings really pulls back as Justice screams in pain. Goings' hands slip off of Justice's face and JJ quickly squirms to his knees. Goings lets go and gets to his feet, quickly clotheslining Justice to the mat. Goings grabs Justice and pulls him up. JJ swings wildly as Goings ducks. Goings grabs a rear waistlock, quickly picking him up and nailing a German Suplex. Chris holds on and rolls into another German suplex. He holds on yet again, rolling into a final release German suplex! Justice is out of it but Goings is winded.)

Tim: There's that infamous triple German suplex combination that has been a large part of Chris Goings' repertoire of moves.

Jeff: Yes, even his tag team partner, Steve Perry, uses the German suplex combination, showing why they make such a good team.

(Chris Goings is up and brings JJ to his feet. Goings scoops Justice up and plants him across his knee with a back breaker. JJ falls to the mat as Goings rolls him onto his back. Goings points to the turnbuckle, walking towards it. He goes to the apron and begins to climb to the top rope. Goings leaps off, spreading his arms. He goes for his diving headbutt but Justice moves!!! Goings nails the mat hard, rolling over and holding his face. Tasha hits the mat to motivate Justice, evidently working. Justice slowly rolls to the outside and throws up the apron once again. He grabs another table and slides it out. He pushes the table into the ring and slides in. Justice begins to set up the table as Tasha cheers him on.)

Tim: This young kid is impressing me! He's not afraid to take any risks.

(JJ places the table in the center of the ring, square to the corner. Justice grabs Goings by the hair and drags him to the corner. Justice jumps to the second rope, sitting on the top turnbuckle. He grabs Goings and brings him back first into the corner. Justice locks on a reverse front face lock and leaps off, spinning around and hits a reverse tornado DDT through the table!!!)

Jeff: The Justice Drop!!! This kid is going to beat Chris Goings!!!

(John Justice hooks Goings' leg, as the ref counts. Justice bangs his head at each count. One…two…three!!! Tasha screams in excitement, carefully climbing to the ring. John Justice scoops her up into his arms, embracing. "Light it Up" hits again as the ref checks on Chris Goings.)

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… JOHN JUSTICE!!!

(Justice lets Tasha down and they begin to walk to the back, holding hands. The fans cheer JJ on, evidently liking his style.)

Tim: What an upset! John Justice has just beaten one half of the tag team champions!!!

(From the crowd, Jayson Starr jumps into the ring as Goings makes it to his feet. Jayson has a black baseball bat. The crowd screams as Starr shatters the bat over Goings' head and Goings falls to the mat.)

Jeff: GOOD GOD!!!

(Jayson Starr turns to the camera and raises the short stub left of the bat above his head, then hops out of the ring and exits through the crowd.)

Jeff: Goings is hurt! We need somebody out here, quick!

(A hoard of officials rush to the ring, attending to Goings.)

Tim: We'll hopefully get some information on Chris Goings in a minute, I hope he's okay.

Jeff: Fans, we've got to take a time out, but when we come back we'll have an interview from the new World Champion Flame, as well as news on the condition of Chris Goings…

(Commercials)

Tim: Folks, we're back. I've just been notified that Chris Goings received a mild concussion from that bat shot from Jayson Starr. Goings will be fine, but will be out for a week, due to the strict regulations dealing with head and neck injuries in the HWF. So, we wish Goings a speedy recovery.

Jeff: Now, the World Champion, Flame, has asked for some television time, so…

(The lights go out in the arena as a bolt of lightning hits the entrance ramp. A yellow light appears as does a cloud of smoke in the entrance way. On the Jumbo-Tron, the words "Hardcore Icon" appear. "Fight Fire with Fire" by Metallica begins to play as Flame steps out onto the ramp. He is wearing a pair of baggy Tommy Jeans, a pair of white Nike shoes, and a black "Hardcore Icon" t-shirt. He has on a navy blue Penn State hat on backwards and pair of silver Oakley sunglasses. He has a black knee brace on his left knee. On his shoulder lies the HWF Championship. He slowly walks down to the ring and gets in it. He grabs a mic and begins to speak.)

Flame: Well it seems that I have gotten on the bad foot of a few people. First, I have gotten on the wrong foot with a number of people. Not only have I gotten on the wrong foot with the Perfect Alliance, but now it seems that Rykopathe still doesn't like me, and you know what? I don't give a shit. I am the World F'N Champion, and he can't stand to see me holding his old title. You see, he represents the start of the HWF, and I represent the new generation of the HWF. This title is what separates me from pieces of trash like the Perfect Alliance. And speaking of the Perfect Alliance, I really don't feel like waiting for May Mayhem, so Lance, if you've got the testicular fortitude, then come on. I'll put my title on the line tonight in a match!

(The cameras look at the entrance as no one appears.)

Flame: I knew that coward wouldn't show. Too much of a wuss to fight me. I knew it.

(The crowd begins to cheer as Lance Sterling comes out of the crowd, behind Flame. Flame doesn't even see him. Lance is wielding a chair as he slides in the ring, grabs Flame's shoulder, and turns him around. Lance nails Flame with a monster chairshot over the head. Lance drops the chair on the ground as he picks up Flame. He kicks Flame in the stomach and nails a Director's Cut onto the chair.)

Tim: That Director's Cut on the chair just straightened out that chair! Flame is down!

(Sterling slides out of the ring and lifts up the ring curtain. He pulls out a coil of barbwire and tosses it into the ring. He pulls out a table and slides it into the ring as well. Lance pulls out yet another coil of barbwire. Lance slides back into the ring as he sets up the table in the middle of the ring. He pulls out a coil of barbwire and wraps the table in barbwire. Sterling now walks over to the chair and picks it up. He begins to work on Flame's left knee.)

Jeff: No! This is too much. Flame injured his knee last week at Suicide. Lance is trying to put Flame out of commission, permanently! Somebody stop this!

(Sterling sets the chair down on the ground as he picks up Flame. He sets Flame up on the barbwire table while nailing a few punches as Flame screams out in pain. Sterling picks up the other coil of barbwire and wraps it around Flame's knee. Sterling picks up the chair and goes up to the top turnbuckle with the steel chair. He puts the chair up to his chest and jumps. He nails a frogsplash with the chair on his chest, right onto Flame's knee wrapped in barbwire. The table smashes into two pieces as Sterling stands up, unharmed.)

Tim: Flame is down! Flame is down! There is no way he will be able to go on. Somebody get down here now.

(Sterling goes out of the ring and pulls up the ring curtains. He pulls out a table and slides it into the ring. Sterling pulls out another table and slides it into the ring as well. Lance pulls out yet another table and slides that into the ring. Sterling slides back in as he sets up the first table in the corner. He sets up the other table beside of it. Sterling sets up the final table and sets it up on top of the other two tables. He pulls a lighter out of his pants pocket and lights all three tables on fire.)

Jeff: The tables are on fire!!! The tables are on fire!!!

(Sterling picks up Flame and tosses him into the corner. Sterling goes up to the top turnbuckle and grabs Flame by his head. Flame's Oakley sunglasses and Penn State hat have been knocked off and are laying in the ring. Sterling grabs Flame's head and sets him up for a powerbomb. Sterling picks up Flame and tosses him through two of the three flaming tables. Flame is now on the mat screaming in pain. One final table is left, still on fire. Sterling picks up Flame and tosses him onto that table. He grabs a chair and puts Flame's left knee inside of the chair. Sterling goes up to the top rope and sets up for another monster move. Sterling jumps and nails a legdrop onto Flame's knee. Flame goes down. He doesn't move as Sterling looks over him and laughs.)

Tim: Flame is out cold. He has blacked out due to the pain. This is serious. Flame may have very well had his career ended right here and now. Ladies and gentlemen, this was an uncalled action by Lance Sterling. He may have ended the career of the HWF Champion.

(The speakers begin to play "Better Than You" by Metallica as Lance Sterling walks back to the back. About 10 EMTs rush to the ring, coming to the aid of Flame. Two of them come with a stretcher as the other 8 EMTs rush into the ring. They get the chair off of Flame's leg. Flame is lying in a heap of blood in the ring. Beside the pool of blood is the HWF Championship. It is now bloodstained. The EMTs try to help Flame to his feet. He gets in his right leg and tries to put his left leg down, but falls down. He is now screaming in pain. The EMTs carefully roll him outside of the ring onto the stretcher. The EMTs roll the stretcher beside of the ramp and back to the back. The cameras cut to the backstage area as they show an ambulance with it's lights blinking. The EMTs with Flame on the stretcher appear as the doors on the ambulance open. They put Flame in it as the other EMTs close the doors. The ambulance takes off as the cameras cut back to a silenced HWF arena. Jeff and Tim are sitting at the booths. Both have a very concerned look on their face.)

Tim: Last week we had to witness the tragic death of Rachael Myers, Thunder's fiancée, and now this week, Flame's career may have been ended. We must say that our thoughts and prayers are with Thunder's and Myers' family, as well as Flame's. If we get any word about the extent of Flame's injury, we will inform everyone.

Jeff: We'll be right back.

Tim: We're back. Just moments ago, Lance Sterling savagely attacked Flame. I mean, take a look at this…

(Cut to footage with "Moments Ago" written in the bottom corner.)

(The crowd begins to cheer as Lance Sterling comes out of the crowd, behind Flame. Flame doesn't even see him. Lance is wielding a chair as he slides in the ring, grabs Flame's shoulder, and turns him around. Lance nails Flame with a monster chairshot over the head. Lance drops the chair on the ground as he picks up Flame. He kicks Flame in the stomach and nails a Director's Cut onto the chair.)

(Back to arena)

Jeff: That was only the start of it!

(Cut to footage again)

(Sterling sets the chair down on the ground as he picks up Flame. He sets Flame up on the barbwire table while nailing a few punches as Flame screams out in pain. Sterling picks up the other coil of barbwire and wraps it around Flame's knee. Sterling picks up the chair and goes up to the top turnbuckle with the steel chair. He puts the chair up to his chest and jumps. He nails a frogsplash with the chair on his chest, right onto Flame's knee wrapped in barbwire. The table smashes into two pieces as Sterling stands up, unharmed.)

(Sterling goes out of the ring and pulls up the ring curtains. He pulls out a table and slides it into the ring. Sterling pulls out another table and slides it into the ring as well. Lance pulls out yet another table and slides that into the ring. Sterling slides back in as he sets up the first table in the corner. He sets up the other table beside of it. Sterling sets up the final table and sets it up on top of the other two tables. He pulls a lighter out of his pants pocket and lights all three tables on fire.)

Jeff: The tables are on fire!!! The tables are on fire!!!

(Sterling picks up Flame and tosses him into the corner. Sterling goes up to the top turnbuckle and grabs Flame by his head. Flame's Oakley sunglasses and Penn State hat have been knocked off and are laying in the ring. Sterling grabs Flame's head and sets him up for a powerbomb. Sterling picks up Flame and tosses him through two of the three flaming tables. Flame is now on the mat screaming in pain. One final table is left, still on fire. Sterling picks up Flame and tosses him onto that table. He grabs a chair and puts Flame's left knee inside of the chair. Sterling goes up to the top rope and sets up for another monster move. Sterling jumps and nails a legdrop onto Flame's knee. Flame goes down. He doesn't move as Sterling looks over him and laughs.)

(Back to arena)

Tim: So, there you have it. A complete disgrace to the HWF as this coward, Lance Sterling, has shown his yellow streak by attacking Flame.

Jeff: I can understand Sterling being upset about Flame crossing him last week, but this was completely uncalled for. Sterling, just snapped…

Tim: Well, now Sterling is supposed to come back out here and fight Thunder. Both these men are now pissed, so this should NOT be a pretty match.

(The entire arena fades to black as the sound of raindrops echo throughout the arena. A roar of thunder shakes the Hardcore Wrestling Federation's fans until finally blue and silver shots of light flash up from the entrance ramp signaling Thunder's presence. A constant flash from the arena's strobe lights show him coming out wearing all black and walking slowly towards the ring as Filter's "Hey Man, Nice Shot" shakes the arena speakers. He ignores fans on both sides of him keeping full concentration on what lies ahead of him in the coming moments. Thunder stops within five feet of the entranceway and looks from side to side. He then walks up the ring's steps and climbs onto the ring apron side nearest the entranceway. He then raises his arms slowly as another two shots of silver and blue ignite the sky in a tremendous array of pyrotechnics. He finally climbs into the ring as the music ends and the lights come back on.)

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… THUNDER!!!

(The arena's spotlights turn to silver, and gold pyro shoots up three times from the center of the stage. "Better Than You" by Metallica starts to play over the speakers. Lance Sterling walks out from behind the curtains and a chorus of cheers, mostly from the ladies in the crowd, greets him. Lance is wearing a glittery silver robe with "Simply Perfect" embroidered on the back in gold stitching. He slowly walks down towards the ring, an air of confidence about him. He climbs the steps and gets into the ring, then removes his robe to the adoration of the women. Under the robe Lance is wearing silver pants with "Simply Perfect" written up the left leg in gold and "Lance Sterling" written up the right leg, again in gold writing, and a pair of gold wrestling boots. He flexes his muscles and a shower of pyro explodes around him as his music fades out.)

Announcer: …his opponent, now in the ring… "SIMPLY PERFECT"…LANCE STERLING!!!

Tim: Lance Sterling seems very calm after just attacking his former friend, Flame…

Jeff: Yeah… isn't it great!?

(The bell sounds as Thunder pounces on Sterling. Thunder goes to work on the chest of Sterling, nailing him right a fury of lefts and rights. Thunder backs Sterling into the ropes and whips him across the ring. Sterling is caught and sent to the mat with a huge clothesline. Sterling is brought back to his feet by Thunder. Thunder applies a front face lock and hoists Sterling into the air. Thunder holds Sterling vertically, upside down.)

Tim: What a long hanging vertical suplex!

(After about 15 seconds, Thunder finally drops back and finishes the vertical suplex. Sterling rolls out of the ring, taking a breather. Thunder has no compassion as he jumps through the ropes and to the outside. Sterling is on one knee, as Thunder picks up a steel chair from the timekeeper's table. Thunder folds the chair up and walks behind Sterling. WHACK! The chair connects with Sterling's head and he slumps to the floor. Thunder drops the chair and grabs Sterling by the hair, rolling him into the ring.)

Jeff: Thunder is all business tonight.

(Thunder climbs onto the apron, stepping through the ropes. Thunder hones in on Sterling, stomping a mud hole into his chest. He grabs Lance's hair and pulls him up. Thunder turns him around, grabbing his arms. Thunder begins the turn into the Tomikaze DDT a.k.a. the Thunderbolt. Lance Sterling shoves Thunder off and into the ropes. Thunder hits the ropes forwards and comes backwards, as Sterling measures him up and drops him with a neckbreaker. Sterling quickly gets to his feet, and picks Thunder up, immediately applying a standing head scissors. Thunder almost instinctively reverses with a huge back body drop. Sterling hits the mat hard and comes up, holding his back. Thunder quickly gets to Sterling and drops a knee across his face. Sterling holds his nose as Thunder drops another knee. Thunder then pulls Sterling up and attempts a whip, but Lance reverses. Thunder comes in and Sterling catches him, spinning him around for an amazing tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!)

Tim: What strength by Sterling!!! Thunder is a big man to be doing moves like that to.

(Sterling falls to the mat as does Thunder, showing exhaustion. Sterling then slowly gets to his knees and then to his feet. Sterling goes through the ropes to the apron, and slowly climbs to the top turnbuckle.)

Jeff: Sterling's going to take some high risk here!

Tim: This isn't Lance's strong point, he should stick to the power game.

(Sterling reaches the top, begin to gyrate on the top rope. The women scream as Sterling smiles from ear to ear. Lance leaps off, spreading his arms like an eagle. He nails Thunder with a huge splash, holding onto the cover.)

Tim: The high risk paid off! This could be over right here!

(One…two…KICKOUT!)

Jeff: Thunder will just not give up here…

Tim: No, he's emotional a mess. He's fighting out of anger now.

(Sterling argues with the referee, pleading it was a three count. At this point, the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos.)

Jeff: What are they booing?

(Out from the curtains steps the huge bodyguard of Lance Sterling, "Brutal" Keith Bronson. Bronson has no emotion shown by his face, as Sterling turns to him with a smile.)

Tim: It's Keith Bronson! What's he doing here?

Jeff: I'll give you a few seconds to think on it, genius.

(Bronson slowly walks to ringside, stopping near the steps. Sterling goes back to Thunder, putting the boots to him. Thunder seems to absorb the kicks and slowly gets to his feet. Sterling looks frightened as he continues to kick and punch Thunder. Thunder gets to his feet as Lance frantically pounds on him. Thunder retaliates with a huge right hand that stops Sterling's fury of offense. Sterling tries to stomp back towards Thunder, but it caught with a massive clothesline that flips Sterling in mid air. Thunder pulls Lance to his feet but it stopped by a low blow.)

Tim: Low blow! Low blow!

(Sterling quickly thrusts Thunder's head between his legs and grabs his waist. Sterling lifts Thunder up spreading his arms for the Director's Cut.)

Jeff: Director's Cut! If he hits this, it'll be all over!!

(Sterling begins to run, evidently for a running Director's Cut. Thunder squirms free and slides off Sterling's back. Sterling turns and charges at Thunder, but Thunder ducks the clothesline. Instead, Sterling nails the referee with the clothesline, knocking the poor official to the mat.)

Tim: The ref is down, the ref is down!

Jeff: This can't be good for Thunder!

(Sterling looks down at the ref, then nudges him with his foot. He shrugs and turns right into a kick from Thunder. Thunder spins him around, grabbing his arms. Thunder then drops down, nailing the Thunderbolt!!!)

Jeff: Thunderbolt!!

Tim: But there's no ref!!

(Thunder hooks the leg of Sterling, waiting for the count. The crowd chants "One, two, three!" as Thunder turns to see the ref knocked out. Thunder then gets up and tries to get the ref up, as Keith Bronson jumps to the apron. Thunder jumps into his face and swings, but Bronson ducks. Bronson nails a MONSTROUS right hand that would K.O. Mike Tyson! Thunder drops like a sack of potatoes as Bronson enters the ring.)

Jeff: What a punch!!! Thunder's out cold!

(Bronson grabs the arm of Sterling and drapes it over Thunder, then grabs the small referee by the belt, practically tossing him across the ring. The ref is shaken, but sees Sterling making the cover. He SLOWLY counts. One………two………three!!!)

Tim: Thunder has been SCREWED by this coward Lance Sterling!!!

(Bronson grabs Sterling and smacks some life into him. Sterling realizes his won and raises his arms in triumph. Thunder begins to stir as Sterling and Bronson quickly scramble to the back, before Thunder gets up.)

Jeff: I would NOT want to be the guy who has to tell Thunder he lost.

Tim: Neither would I…

(The camera shot opens in the back, outside a door labeled "MICHAEL TREY". The door opens and Michael Trey steps out, dressed in his wrestling attire. He confidently walks down the hall.)

Jeff: Michael Trey and Extream, UP NEXT!

(Commercials)

(The lights suddenly go out. It's pitch black in the arena.)

Jeff: What the hell?

(Slowly, the letters "MF" materialize on the screen and kinda pulsate with a red glow.)

Voice: Soon, a new era will fall upon the HWF. New champions will reign… and nothing will EVER be the same...

(The letters seem to now slowly melt off the screen and leave just the black screen.)

Voice: Be prepared...

(The screen returns to normal and the lights cut back on.)

Tim: For weeks now this odd "MF" stuff has been going on… I have no idea what this means…

(The lights in the arena go out. The sound of screaming are heard through out the arena. Then a blast of the pyro and screech from a guitar are heard as Extream comes from the back. He has on a LIFE SUCKS t-shirt and black tights. He takes his time getting to the ring. He gets there and rolls into the ring as he does an explosion goes off and the lights come back on.).

Announcer: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a NON TITLE match. Introducing first, currently in the ring… EXTREAM!!!

("The World is Not Enough" slowly builds as the lights dim to near dark. As the music continues towards the chorus, you see Michael finally enter the arena from backstage. Silver laser lights race around the entrance area and finally center on Trey, who is very solemn and waits with his head down. The chorus begins while you hear explosions and see the laser lights begin to flicker and fly around all over. Michael raises his head and raises his arms to the crowd as he finally approaches and enters the ring.)

Announcer: And his opponent, the reigning HWF Hardcore Champion… MICHAEL TREY!!!

(The bell sounds and Extream charges Trey. A clothesline knocks Trey down for a second, but quickly gets back to his feet. Extream goes for another clothesline, but Trey ducks an hooks onto Extream. Trey lifts Extream up and brings him down for an atomic drop. Extream gingerly walks away from Trey as Trey runs towards him. Michael Trey hits a high flipping drop kick, knocking Extream into and through the ropes, spilling to the outside. Extream quickly gets up and turns as Michael catapults himself onto Extream. Both men crash to the floor.)

Jeff: Some early offense by Michael Trey.

Tim: Trey looks very confident tonight.

(Trey gets to his feet first and pulls Extream up. He hits a loud knife edge chop.)

Crowd: WHOOO!

(Extream returns with an even louder chop.)

Crowd: WHOOO!

(Michael kicks Extream in the stomach, keeling him over. Trey leaps into the air turning, and drives Extream face first into the ground with a rocker dropper. Michael Trey tosses the apron up, to a large ovation from the crowd. He slides out a table, turning it on its side. He puts out the legs and then sets the table upright. Michael then grabs Extream, nailing a few shots while backing him onto the table. Michael Trey points to the turnbuckle as the crowd cheers.)

Tim: Could we see the Lights Out?

Jeff: It looks like it!

(Trey leaps to the apron and slowly climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. He reaches the top and springs backwards as the lights go out. The crash of a table is heard as the lights return, revealing Michael Trey on top of Extream in the broken "V" of the table. The ref jumps to the floor and begins the count. One…two…three!)

Jeff: What a quick match!

Tim: Michael Trey manhandled Extream for about three minutes and it's over…

Jeff: What a disappointing match…

Tim: Well, fans. We're sorry for this flop of a match, but join us next week as we are LIVE inside the NEW HWF Arena! The FIRST ever HWF Broadcast from Canton, Ohio! We will have the LARGEST Suicide EVER!!!

Jeff: Good night!

(Close)