(The shot then switches to inside the arena, in the locker rooms. Down the main hall walks "Brutal" Keith Bronson.Bronson's fists are taped and he is wearing a black biker jacket. Bronson stops outside a door labeled "JAYSON STARR". He knocks on the door two times, and then barges into the room. A camera crew rushes inside and sees Bronson jump Jayson Starr, knocking him to the ground. Bronson grabs Starr's head and starts to slam it into the floor)

BRONSON: Now who has the last laugh, you piece of shit scumbag punk?? How do ya like it when you're the one getting his ass kicked, huh? Bet you're regretting all that garbage you said before, aintcha, bitch?

(Bronson picks Starr up and literally catapults him across the room and through the door, sending him through a wooden table positioned just outside the and splintering it into pieces. Bronson picks him up and rams his head into the wall. Starr, bleeding profusely from the head, staggers down the hall, but Bronson follows him and nearly takes his head off with a steel chair. Security appears on the scene and try to get Bronson off of Starr, but he continues his relentless assault, pounding on Starr. Finally he picks up the bloody Jayson Starr and lays him out with a massive right hand, just like the one he used last week to KO Thunder. Bronson looks down at Starr and laughs as the security escort him away.)

(Finally, "Everything Sucks" by Dope begins to play over the fresh PA system of the HWF Arena. The camera opens up inside to see the HWF Arena, jam packed and completely sold out! Fans are ecstatic as the music blares, then blue flames burst from the ring posts. As the flames reach their maximum height, a red strobe light illuminates the entranceway, underneath the HWF Tron. The light is hard to look at, completely blinding those who do. The music continues on as does the screaming fans.)

Tim: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN… WELCOME TO SATURDAY SUICIDE!!!

(The music fades away as does the pyro and lights, but the fans escalate into a "HWF" chant.)

Tim: I'm Tim Miller and…

Jeff: and well, well, well… It is I…

Tim: Jeff!

Jeff: Oh, sorry… It just works so well for Gertner!

Tim: We're coming to you LIVE from the BRAND NEW HWF Arena in Canton, Ohio!!

Jeff: We have an UNBELIEVABLE card scheduled for tonight, so let's get right to it!

('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, currently in the ring accompanied by Tasha, weighing in at 158 pounds… JOHN JUSTICE!!!

(Justice leaps back to the mat, turning to the entrance.)

Jeff: I've heard the Canadian Kid was recently let go by the HWF due to family matters, so I don't know what's going to happen.

Announcer: …and his opponent, weighing in a 185 pounds… CANADIAN KID!

("Keep Away" by Godsmack plays on the PA.)

Tim: They're playing his music anyway…

(No one comes from the back, as the crowd looks confused as does John Justice.)

Announcer: Uh… the CANADIAN KID!!!

(As the announcer tries again, the music stops. The ref reluctantly begins to count out Canadian Kid.)

Ref: One!

Tim: John Justice is not happy about not being able to wrestle tonight.

Ref: Two! Three! Four!

Jeff: Well, these guys should know Canadian Kid isn't in the building, let alone the HWF.

Ref: Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!

(As the ref reaches nine, the lights go out. The fans scream as the ref stops his count. The HWF Tron goes to fuzz completely puzzling everyone in the arena.)

Tim: What the hell…

(The HWF Tron then reemerges with tons of clips of the old HWF. Guys like Gavin Coens, T-Dogg, Lost Soul, Leprechaun…)

Jeff: Hey, the HWF's two-year anniversary is coming up in May… Maybe this is like a remembrance.

(The lights come on and the HWF Tron goes to black, as the fans really begin to get restless. Out of the rafters, a brick falls into the ring, very close to John Justice. Tasha screams, surprised by the falling brick.)

Tim: A brick? Wait a minute… Just wait a minute!

Jeff: Could it be…

(Completely blasting over the PA comes the sounds of "Dammit" by Blink 182. The old HWF junkies are going ballistic, but the new fans are completely confused.)

Tim: BRICKLAYER!!!

(The HWF old schooler, Bricklayer, the co-creator of the Construction Site Match comes running down the aisle, diving into the ring.)

Jeff: Bricklayer is back!!!

(John Justice charges Bricklayer as Tasha scurries to the outside. Bricklayer ducks a right hand, and grabs a waistlock. Bricklayer goes for a release German suplex but John Justice flips out of it and lands on his feet! Bricklayer gets up and is caught with a spinning heel kick. Bricklayer hits the mat hard but quickly bounds to his feet. Justice comes at him and hits a flipping drop kick, sending Bricklayer through the ropes and to the floor.)

Tim: Bricklayer is being shown up by this young kid, John Justice!

(John Justice bounds off the ropes, running towards Bricklayer, who has gotten to his outside. Justice springboards off the top rope, splashing on top of Bricklayer. Instead, Bricklayer catches Justice and uses his momentum against him, hitting a power slam onto the concrete outside!!!)

Jeff: Holy crap!

Tim: John Justice had to have his air taken from his lungs after that AWESOME move!

(Bricklayer seems to be out of it also, as both men lie on the cement. The arena becomes encompassed in "HOLY SHIT!" chants. Tasha seems concerned but keeps her distance as Bricklayer gets to his feet. He grabs Justice's head and rolls him back into the ring, following after. Bricklayer lays in a few right hands, before Justice returns the favor. Justice backs Bricklayer into the corner and attempts a whip. Bricklayer reverses it and runs after John Justice. JJ stops in the corner and springs upwards, attempting to get Bricklayer to run underneath him. Instead, Bricklayer catches him on his shoulder, turning around in the ring.)

Jeff: Isn't that the way he hits his finisher?!

(Bricklayer slams Justice forward, and drops a leg drop so, in effect, once JJ bounces back up from the slam, Bricklayer's leg snaps his head back to the mat. Bricklayer holds on as the ref drops to make the count.)

Ref: One! Two! Three!

Tim: Bricklayer is back and he has beaten the newcomer, John Justice!!! We'll be right back!

--Commercials--

("The World Is Not Enough" by Garbage plays over the HWF speakers. Silver lights flash through the arena and out steps Michael Trey with a microphone and his Hardcore Title. He's wearing a Hardcore Revolution shirt and the crowd cheers for the Hardcore Champ as he enters the ring.)

Tim: I guess we're going to hear from Michael Trey. I don't think his opponent NBK even showed up tonight.

Jeff: We haven't heard from NBK in weeks, Tim. What makes you think he'd show now?

(The crowd and announcers quiet down as Michael begins to speak.)

Michael: I'm sorry fans, but it looks like NBK is a no-show tonight. Hell, I was hoping he'd come back and maybe rejoin the Hardcore Revolution, but it doesn't appear that we'll be seeing that. Maybe he's all washed up, just like Extream is. Speaking of the Hardcore Revolution... where the hell are you guys? Last time we saw ICON, he claimed I was trying to take over. Well, someone has to. With The Perfect Alliance going strong, someone needs to oppose them. So ICON, until you come back and prove that you are the leader of the Hardcore Revolution, I'm the one leading this faction. And once Flame gets back from his injury, we'll be ready to take out The Perfect Alliance.

(The crowd cheers at the mention of Flame's possible return and Trey's leading the Hardcore Revolution.)

Tim: I don't know if Trey's being very bright here. He's probably pissed off NBK, ICON and his rivals, The Perfect Alliance.

Jeff: You think this man gives a damn? I haven't seen something phase him yet...

Tim: Whatever, Jeff.

(Back in the ring...)

Michael: Now since I don't want to disappoint this crowd tonight... and I don't want all those Hardcore Hopefuls to bitch and moan about not defending MY title, I'm making an open challenge. So someone, anyone, come get it!

Tim: What the hell is he thinking?!

Jeff: Might this break down into a 24-7 title defense? Maybe a huge battle for the belt?

Tim: Come on Jeff. In the HWF, we don't imitate... we innovate.

Jeff: Come on now, you idiot, listen to our Hardcore Champion and Olympic He....

Tim: Jeff...

Jeff: Sorry, But it's true, it's...

(Jeff is cut off by the opening tones of "Forgot About Dre" by Dr. Dre and Eminem. Almost at once, the entire crowd, the announcers, and Michael Trey go silent and turn towards the entry way. Out steps none other than Marek de Kere, also known as Da Reel Extreem! The crowd erupts as Trey hateful taunts DRE.)

Tim: Oh my god! DRE is back! DRE is back!

(DRE steps aside and out steps a man dressed in a full suit and wearing shades. He has the same cocky, arrogant air and smile as DRE.)

Jeff: Who the hell is that?

(Both men rush the ring and attack the Hardcore Champ. Trey tries to fight back but eventually loses out as he is outmanned. The man in the suit holds Trey's arms as Marek lays several punches into him. He then backs up and nails Da Reel Extension (Sweet Chin Music) on Trey. Trey is just about unconscious as the two men set up a table and place the timekeeper's bell on it. DRE picks up Michael and does Da Reel Ending (Rock Bottom) onto the bell and through the table!)

Tim: SWEET JESUS! Our Hardcore Champion maybe seriously hurt ladies and
gentlemen.

Jeff: He needs medical attention, and he needs it now.

(DRE and the man in the suit sprint backstage just as the medical crews come out to help Michael Trey. They revive him and are about to load him on the stretcher, but he refuses. He gets up onto his feet and is helped to the back.)

Tim: What a shocking return! We thought DRE had dropped of the end of the Earth!

Jeff: YOU thought he was gone. I-being the brains of this broadcast-knew all along that DRE would return tonight.

Tim: Oh, shut up. Fans, next up we have a Thumbtacks Galore Match between two former World Champions, in "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe and Extream. Don't touch that remote!

Jeff: …seriously, don’t touch it.

--Commercials--

Tim: Alright, fans, we're back and ready to get to our second match of the evening.

Jeff: You mean third?

Tim: Jeff, I hardly call Marek de Kere and some thug beating Michael Trey senseless a match.

Jeff: Whatever.

Tim: It's time for our thumbtacks galore match between the two men who main evented Parade of Cannibals in March. This is "The Icon's" first match since missing the dive from the top of the HWF Tron, crashing through three tables.

(The lights in the arena go out. The sound of screaming is 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 a THUMBTACKS GALORE MATCH! (cheers) Introducing first, standing in the ring, the former HWF World Champion… EXTREAM!!!

Jeff: Hey time, how's your life going?

Tim: Shut up!

Jeff: Better yet, how's your jaw, there?

Tim: Shut up!

Jeff: Jeesh.

Announcer: …and his opponent, about to walk down the aisle, weighing 240 pounds, the former HWF World Champion… "THE ICON" J. SIMON RYKOPATHE!!!

("New Noise" by Refused hits the PA causing the fans to erupt. Green and orange pyro come from the entrance as "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe steps out from the curtain. He raises his arms up while continuing to walk to the ring. He rolls in the ring, then stands up and walks to Extream, as they stare eye to eye.)

Tim: This is indescribable! These two men are no nonsense here to tonight.

(All the music stops, the fans quiet down and almost silence overcomes the arena. Breaking the silence, millions of thumbtacks are released from the rafters, raining down on the ring and competitors. The fans go crazy but the two men don't move, still staring each other down.)

Jeff: What's going to happen?!

(Finally, the Icon swings with a right, rocking Extream back. Extream returns with a right hand of his own. The crowd cheers as the two trade punches, neither giving an inch to the other. The Icon finally gets the upper hand, whipping Extream across the ring. The Icon swings for a clothesline, but Extream ducks. Extream bounces into the other side of ropes, coming back towards the Icon. Extream attempts a leap frog, but is caught on the shoulders of the Icon. The fans cheer as Extream looks surprised. He tries to fight it, but The Icon drops down with a sitdown powerbomb, driving both into the thumbtacks.)

Tim: OH MY! OH MY!

Jeff: GOD!

(Rykopathe slowly crawls across the ring, with thumbtacks sticking in his legs and ass. He then stops, lying on the mat. Extream hasn't moved, still back first on the tacks.)

Tim: That has to hurt like hell!

(Rykopathe slowly grabs the ropes ala Tommy Dreamer and gets to his feet. Extream tries to get to his feet but it cut off by a running kick to the face by Rykopathe. Rykopathe picks Extream up by the hair and puts him into a standing head scissors. Extream powers out of it quickly and back body drops The Icon back first onto the tacks! The Icon's body arches up as he places his hand on his back, almost flopping around.)

Jeff: Rykopathe has to watch his back, literally!

(Extream stomps on the Icon then pulls him to his feet. Extream attempts a whip, but the Icon reverses. Extream reverses that and sends the Icon the opposite way he first tried. The Icon comes off the ropes and Extream leaps in the air, catching the Icon's head between his legs. Extream spins around, hitting a hurricanrana and sends The Icon into the tacks, also getting himself some of the metallic bastards.)

Tim: Hurricanrana into the tacks from Extream! These guys are really out to show who's better.

(Extream slides to the outside, trying to pick a few of the thumbtacks from his riddled body. The Icon lies in a sea of silver, not moving. Extream then grabs the ring apron, tossing the HWF-Arena ring curtain up. He then grabs onto a table, sliding it out. Extream grabs the table and slides it under the bottom rope, then carefully gets into the ring. The fans chant "TA-BLE!" as Extream turns the table on its side, opening the legs one at a time. He then flips the table onto its legs, as Rykopathe slowly begins to move. Extream positions the table near the center of the ring, then goes over to Rykopathe. He grabs Rykopathe by the hair, walks him to the table and slams him face first into the table, before rolling him onto the table. Extream then goes to the corner, climbing from the inside. He reaches the top, then stands up, his back to the ring. Extream takes a second then springs off the ropes, back flipping in the air, and nails a perfect moonsault onto the Icon, crashing through the table.)

Jeff: What a moonsault! He had more hang time than most NFL kicks.

(Both men lie in the broken "V" of the table, before Extream sluggishly gets to his feet. Extream pulls the Icon to his feet, both men look to be extremely exhausted. Extream whips the Icon to the ropes. Extream goes for a clothesline, but the Icon grabs his arms and swings into a crucifix. Extream just about collapses after all the punishment they've taken, as he turns it into a wicked Somoan drop! The ref counts.)

Ref: One! Two! Three!

Tim: The Icon wins!

Jeff: What? Extream won!

(The crowd cheers but are confused to who actually won. The replay comes up on the HWF Tron, as it shows both Extream and the Icon had their shoulders pinned to the mat.)

Announcer: I have been informed by the official, BOTH men were pinned. The result of this match is a DRAW!

(The fans boos, wanting a decision.)

Tim: The fans aren't happy with that decision, but it's the right one.

Jeff: Whatever…

(The lights suddenly cut out)

Tim: Huh?

(The letters "MF" quickly appear up on the HWF-Tron and begin slowly pulsating with a heartbeat sound in the background. Suddenly, a diabolical laugh is heard)

Voice: You will NEVER be ready.... you will NEVER be prepared.... just know, that the new era is near....

Jeff: What?

(The letters pulsate faster and faster. Then they slowly melt off the screen. The screen returns to normal and the lights come back on.)

Tim: That is beginning to really bother me… Fans, we'll be right back!

--Commercials--

Tim: Fans, we regret to inform you that The Main Attraction has walked out of the HWF, so we have no Number One Contenders match for the Tag Titles. This situation is said to be cleared up next week, in orders to have a tag team title match May 7th for May Mayhem.

(The arena's lights begin to flash different colors as the guitar of "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by The Scorpions comes over the PA system. The crowd erupts into cheers as Lance Sterling walks out from the curtains, striking a pose as a small shower of fireworks explode. Behind him of course strides his bodyguard, Keith Bronson. Sterling starts to walk down towards and then around the ring, slapping fans hands and generally showboating the crowd. Both he and Bronson enter the ring, Lance jumping over the rope while Keith steps over it, and both strike a pose in the center: Lance flexes while Keith raises a fist in the air. Another shower of pyro explodes around them as the music dies down.)

Announcer: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by "Brutal" Keith Bronson, weighing in at 270 pounds… "SIMPLY PERFECT" LANCE STERLING!!!

Tim: New music for Sterling, plus support from the fans.

("Oh Hell Yeah" by the H-BlockX starts up as Blackjack comes from the back. He slaps a few hands with the crowd, then rolls in the ring. He goes to the corner and sits on the top turnbuckle, as Keith Bronson exits the ring.)

Announcer: …and his opponent, the former HWF Hardcore Champion, weighing 246 pounds… BLACKJACK!!!

(The bell sounds as Blackjack sits on the top rope, Lance Sterling looking on. Sterling motions for Blackjack to "bring it on." Blackjack hops from the turnbuckle walking towards Lance Sterling. Sterling takes the opportunity and nails a forearm that rocks Blackjack backwards. Sterling nails a strong kick to the mid-section, bending over the former Hardcore champion. Sterling grabs a front face lock and lifts Blackjack into the air.)

Jeff: What power by Sterling!

(Sterling holds Blackjack upside down for about fifteen seconds, finally drops back and finishes the hanging vertical suplex.)

Tim: What a vertical suplex from Lance Sterling!

(Blackjack looks dazed as all the blood has rushed to his head. Sterling gets to his feet and slowly pulls Blackjack to his feet. Sterling whips Blackjack to ropes. Sterling ducks early and Blackjacks measures him up, quickly grabbing a front face lock and planting him with an even flow DDT! Sterling looks to be out as Blackjack gets to his feet. He goes to the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle, reaching the top. Blackjack dives off, hitting a frog splash right onto the back of Sterling. Blackjack turns him over and goes for the pin.)

Ref: One! Two! Kickout!

(Blackjack quickly gets to his feet, then drops a leg drop across the throat of Lance Sterling. Blackjack pulls Sterling up and nails a right hand. Sterling is reeling, keeping his balance. Blackjack nails a left hand. Sterling almost falls over but stays on his feet. Blackjack then hits a drop kick that sends Sterling to the mat.)

Jeff: Blackjack has the upper hand as of right now.

(Blackjack goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair. He climbs to the apron, then the turnbuckle, waiting for Sterling to get up. Lance does do, slowly. He gets up, looking the opposite way. He turns looking for Blackjack, as Blackjack leaps off. He aims to hit Sterling with the chair, but Sterling quickly puts his foot into the air, smacking the chair back into the face of Blackjack. Blackjack's mouth s immediately busted open, as he drops to his knees, dropping the chair. Sterling picks up the chair and wails him in the face, as Blackjack slumps over to the mat.)

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

Tim: Blackjack is busted open! Blackjack is busted open!

(Sterling drops the chair and picks Blackjack up by the hair. Sterling whips him to the ropes, but Blackjack grabs a fistful of Sterling's hair. This swings Blackjack around and the two are face first. Within a second, Blackjack grabs the head of Sterling and drops down hitting a front neckbreaker ala Danny Doring.)

Tim: What a desperation move from Blackjack!!!

(Blackjack slowly crawls over to Sterling, hooking his leg. The ref has his back to the count, now arguing with Keith Bronson on the apron.)

Tim: Bronson is on the apron! Turn around, ref!

(Blackjack sees this and gets to his feet, going to the ref. He tries to tell the ref to make the count, as Sterling pops to his feet behind him. Sterling spins Blackjack around and a kick to the gut. Sterling applies a front face lock, then grabs Blackjack's tights. He lifts Blackjack into the air and turns, dropping him with the falcon arrow!)

Tim: Falcon arrow! That's the new and improved Director's Cut!

(Bronson jumps off the apron as the ref finally drops to make the count.)

Ref: One! Two! Three!

Tim: What a screw job from Lance Sterling and Keith Bronson!

("Rock You Like A Hurricane" hits again as Keith Bronson grabs Sterling and pulls him out of the ring. The two celebrate as they walk to the back and the ref attends to Blackjack, who's mouth is juicing.)

Jeff: What a team!

Tim: Team!? It was a singles match?!

Jeff: Whatever…

Tim: This is sickening! We'll be back after this…

--Commercials--

Tim: We're back, fans, and ready for our main event. The ring apron has been torn off and replaced with TWO AND HALF foot glass!

Jeff: This is insane! Jayson Starr saw the Hardcore Hopefuls match a while back and thought he could make it even more insane… Well, he did.

Tim: This is entitled a "Shattered Dreams Match." The Hell in a Cell hanging over the ring will come down in a moment, and the winner must drive one of his opponents through the glass.

Jeff: yeah, and the winner receives a nice little bag of candy and a match with Michael Trey at May Mayhem for the Hardcore title. More specific, a GATES OF HELL Match!

(As "I Got One For Ya" starts up, The Diamond Stud emerges from the back. He stops at the top of the entrance way and look through the crowd. The Diamond Stud high fives the fans with ringside seats. He works the crowd and continues. He walks down the isle, as he flexes for the crowd, and walks up the steps and onto the turnbuckle. He steps down, onto the mat, and walks to the center. He flexes as fireworks go off and the music fades.)

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main event!!! (cheers) This is also a Shattered Dreams Match!!! (cheers) Introducing first, currently in the ring… "THE DIAMOND STUD" NICK DIAMANTE!!!

("Minus Human" by Metallica begins to blast throughout the arena and the lights go off. As the intro to the song begins to start, the lights slowly fade, but they aren't regular lights, they are black lights. Then a blinding flash of pyro goes off and when the smoke has cleared, Steve Perry walks out in a leather boxer's robe, with his face hidden in the shadows and the darkness of the black lights. Some people cheer him, some people boo him, all respect him. As he stands on the ring steps, two women donned in black leather body suits remove the robe from his body, revealing his plain black singlet, black knee pad on his right knee, and his black leather boots that have straps, not laces. His eyes look darker then usual as he stares directly into the camera, with the black spider web design on his face looking very menacing.)

Announcer: …of his opponents, one half of the Tag Team Champions… "THE SAGA" STEVE PERRY!!!

Tim: Two of the three men are in the ring now. Now all there's left is Jayson Starr.

(The lights go out)

Jeff: Huh? What happened to the damn lights?

(Slow strings are being heard play throughout the arena)

Tim: This is very strange... we were supposed to have Jayson Starr come down so we could get this match started, but now we've got eerie orchestra-type music playing.

Jeff: ...the hell's going on?

(The music gets louder, a guitar riff fades into it.. playing the same note repeatedly until it's the only thing heard in the arena)

(The note is held for a long period of time.. then dies out)

Tim: Well that was kinda annoying.

(A HUGE explosion is set off at each post of the ring as strobe lights cut on and Alice In Chains' "Them Bones" blares throughout the arena)

Jeff: WHOA!

Tim: JESUS!

(The crowd cheers loudly. A spotlight appears, searching through the arena)

Voice: Are....you.....ready....for EXTREME HARDCORE!?!?!?

Jeff: What the…

Tim: That's…

(The spotlight goes up to the top of the arena where the cell can be seen lowering down to the ringside area. On top of it, stands Jayson Starr with his arms crossed)

(Crowd cheers)

Tim: ...It's Jayson!

(He uncrosses his arms as he has a microphone in one hand. He puts the mic up to his mouth)

Jayson: CANTON, OHIO.....ARE YOU READY FOR THE BEST?!

(Crowd cheers)

Jayson: Directly under my feet… stands two men that will experience first hand, just what Hardcore Style is all about. "The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante"..."The Saga" Steve Perry... neither one of 'em can stand up to the power of The Baddest Mother Fucker on the planet! "The Hardcore Hero" Jayson Starr. Before this match is over, I'm gonna send one of you... or maybe even BOTH of you, to a very painful, glassy end.

(He walks to the edge of the top as the cell reaches the bottom and touches down. He tosses the mic down to the official and the official catches it. Jayson then quickly climbs down 3/4 of the cell, then jumps the rest of the way down to the floor. He walks over to the official and get the mic back as the music dies..)

Jayson: Nick... you I don't know much about, but I DO know that in about thirty seconds, I'm gonna be stompin' the deepest mud hole in you ass.. that you'll NEVER be able to get back out again.

(Crowd cheers)

Jayson: ..And Perry Mason... YOU are the STUPIDEST son-of-a-bitch walkin' God's green Earth. One, for even wantin' a match with "The Hardcore Hero" in the first place.. and two, for havin' the gull to even think for a split second that you were actually gonna win!

(Jayson walks to the door and opens it)

Jayson: Now, all you fans out there.. and the whole damn Hardcore Wrestling Federation.. are gonna witness me whippin' both of these fools into an early grave and a glassy end.

(Jayson tosses the mic down and quickly gets in the ring as the door's closed and locked behind him)

Jeff: What an entrance!

Tim: Certainly!

(The bell sounds as all three men stand in the ring, forming a triangle. Each man holds a fist, ready to strike. Jayson Starr then makes the first move and nails Steve Perry with a right hand. Nick Diamante then gets in the action with an forearm to the back of Jayson's head. Perry is on the glass mat as Diamante powers Starr into the corner. Diamante nails Starr with a fury of punches, each one rocking "The Hardcore Hero" back into the turnbuckle. Steve Perry comes from behind, wrapping his arms in a waistlock on Nick Diamante. Perry then hits a rolling German suplex, holding on, as Jayson Starr goes to the outside. Perry then hits another German suplex, while Jayson Starr has gotten a steel chair from under the ring and slides in. Perry then is up, his back to Jayson, ready to finish the trifecta of German suplexes, but is blasting in the back with the chair, swung by Jayson Starr. Steve Perry lets go of Nick Diamante, who collapses to the mat. Starr turns Perry around and blasts him again, this time over the head. Perry drops to the glass mat, next to Diamante. Starr holds the chair by one leg in the air to a cheer from the crowd.)

Tim: Jayson Starr just BLASTED Steve Perry with that chair!

Jeff: Those German suplexes didn't really phase that glass canvas, although it did make a great IMPRESSION on Diamante's head!

(Jayson Starr drops the chair on the glass, then walks over to Diamante, picking him up by the hair. Diamante looks to be glassy-eyed after the back-to-back German suplexes. Jayson Starr kicks Diamante in the gut, thrusts his head between his legs, then lifts Diamante upright. Starr backs up towards the chair then drops down, hitting a huge piledriver onto the chair! The sound of the steel chair bending under the pressure and a slight crack begins to form in the glass.)

Tim: Piledriver! Diamante has to be out!

(Starr gets to his feet as Diamante lies face down on the glass. Steve Perry has gotten to his feet in the opposite corner, nursing his thumping forehead. Starr picks up the chair and goes towards Perry. He goes for a high overhead chair shot, but Perry moves out of the way. Starr smacks the top turnbuckle but is nailed with a thrust kick, straight to the side of his head from Perry! Starr almost goes limp, dropping the chair to the outside and falling into the ropes. Steve Perry grabs Jayson's arm and whips him across the ring. Starr comes back and is caught by Perry. Perry hits a HUGE spinebuster on the glass!!! A crack forms in the glass as the crowd goes insane.)

Jeff: What a spinebuster!!! Jayson Starr's head BOUNCED off of that glass!

(Steve Perry leaves Jayson Starr and goes to Nick Diamante, grabbing the back of his head. Steve Perry pulls Diamante to his feet, then nails a knife edge chop.)

Crowd: WHOO!

(Perry then lays in another chop that is much louder than the first.)

Crowd: WHOO!

(The last chop seems to awaken Diamante as he retaliates with a chop of his own.)

Crowd: WHOO!
(Diamante nails a right hand that rocks Steve Perry. Nick then quickly applies a standing head scissors. Nick Diamante lifts him up onto his shoulders then plants him with a powerbomb!!! The momentum sends Steve Perry onto his stomach, motionless. The glass is substantially cracked, as the crowd cheers on Diamante. Nick goes to the outside, tossing up the ring curtain. He grabs onto a table, slides it out and into the ring, then rolls in after. Jayson Starr has slowly crawled into the corner, resting up. Diamante turns the table on its side and only extends one of the legs. He then takes the table and places it diagonally in the corner, opposite Jayson Starr. )

Tim: Uh, oh! This doesn't spell anything good for Steve Perry or Jayson Starr!

Jeff: It doesn't spell anything, stupid. It's a table.

(Nick Diamante secures the table, then walks over to Jayson Starr. Diamante receives a desperate kick from the downed Starr, as Starr gets to his feet. He nails a right hand, then a left. He grabs Diamante and turns him, throwing him into the corner. Starr climbs to the second rope, waiting for a response from the crowd. They cheer and count along, as Starr punches Diamante.)

Crowd: One! Two! Three! Four!

(At four, Diamante grabs the legs of Starr and pulls away from the turnbuckle. At just that time, Steve Perry gets to his feet, wobbly. Unbeknownst to Perry, he's right in the line of fire! Diamante takes off with Starr in a spinebuster position. They collide with a confused Perry, as Diamante spears Starr into Perry, right through the table!!! The crowd is absolutely livid with "HWF!" chants. The table is completely shattered, Starr and Perry looks to be out.)

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

(Diamante pulls out of the rubble, realizing he had also hit Steve Perry too. Upon realizing this, he sneaks a smile. Diamante then goes to the outside, while the other two are still lying in the corner. Diamante tosses aside the ring curtain once more to the roar of the crowd. Diamante reaches and pulls out a table, then slides it into the ring. Once more, he goes under the ring, pulling out another table. After sliding that into the ring, he brings out ANOTHER table!!! The fans are going crazy as Diamante finally look to be done.)
Tim: Holy Jesus! This Nick Diamante kid is awesome!

(Diamante rolls into the ring as life finally begins to show in Perry and Starr. Diamante goes to work, setting up the tables. He sets the first table up just about in the center of the ring. He then sets another right beside it. Finally, he takes the last table and stacks it on top of the other two. Jayson Starr gets to his feet, via help from the ropes. Nick sees him and runs after him with a clothesline. At the last moment, Jayson Starr ducks and hits a huge back body drop! Diamante THUDS on the cement outside, as he grimaces in pain, holding his back. Jayson Starr goes to the outside, stomping on Nick Diamante. Steve Perry takes the opportunity to slides to the outside, and tosses aside the ring curtain and grabs a cloth bag. He holds it up as the crowd cheers, speculating of its contents.)

Jeff: What could be in that bag?

Tim: I have a gut feeling we've already seen them earlier tonight!

(Steve Perry slides in the ring and then turns the bag over the tables, pouring thumbtacks all over the triangle of tables to the delight of the crowd. Steve Perry then goes over to the ropes, grabbing Jayson Starr by the hair. Steve Perry pulls Starr onto the apron, eventually into the ring. Perry quickly applies a front face lock and lifts him up for the Final Saga, but Starr slides off his back. Starr turns him around and quickly DDTs him into the glass!!!)

Jeff: DDT!!!

(Jayson Starr seems to have a second wind as he orders the timekeeper to open the door. The timekeeper slowly makes his way to the door, while unlocking the door. From behind, Nick Diamante nails Jayson. Starr goes flying forward and between the ropes, spilling to the floor outside. Nick Diamante jumps to the outside as he throws Starr into the door, just as the timekeeper unlocks it. Starr spills to the outside. Inside the ring, Steve Perry is busted open. He rolls to the outside, behind Nick Diamante. Nick stalks Jayson Starr, who is crawling on the cement. Steve Perry grabs Nick Diamante from behind, turns him around, and rams him face first into the cell! Steve Perry then begins to climb the cell.)

Tim: He's going up top!!!

Jeff: Why the HELL does every match involving a cell have to go on top of it?!

(Steve Perry reaches the top, as Nick Diamante has went back to Jayson Starr. Diamante sets Starr up and hits a piledriver onto the cement!!! Diamante then begins to climb the cell, as Steve Perry waits for him. Nick and Steve come together and trade punches, rocking each other back and forth. Steve Perry drops down and nails a low blow. Steve Perry scoops Diamante up and body slams him onto the cell, as the supports creak.)

Jeff: He damn well could've came right through that cell!!!

(Jayson Starr gets to his feet, now sporting a crimson mask of blood. Starr looks around but is quickly pointed to the top of the cell by the fans. He sees the two fighting on top and quickly scales the side of the cell. Jayson reaches the top and nails Steve Perry from behind, sending him face first into the center support pole! The impact makes a nice 'THUD' as Starr goes to work on Diamante. Diamante hits a low blow on Starr and hits a right hand, sending Starr to the cell. Diamante then goes over to work on Steve Perry. He stomps away on Perry for awhile, but seeing Perry is pretty much out from the pole incident. Jayson Starr slowly gets to his feet as Nick Diamante sees him. Diamante runs at Starr, but Jayson ducks down and elevates Diamante with a back body drop!!! The impact BREAKS up the cell, sending Diamante CRASHING through the triangle of thumbtack covered tables in the ring!!! He smashes through the glass, shattered everywhere!!! The crowd is "HOLY SHIT" chanting, as Starr looks down at the mess he caused.)

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!

Tim: HE'S DEAD! DIAMANTE IS DEAD!!!

(The bell sounds as Starr realizes he just won.)

Announcer: …Here is your winner and NUMBER ONE CONTENDER to the Hardcore Title… "THE HARDCORE HERO" JAYSON STARR!!!

(Instead of Starr's music, "The World Is Not Enough" hits and Michael Trey comes out with the Hardcore title. The fans cheer as Trey just stands in the entrance, looking up at Starr. Starr moves his hands around his waist, symbolizing the belt. Trey smiles, then returns to the back.)

Tim: What a match! I am speechless!!!

(Jayson Starr carefully gets off the cell as the fans are going nuts for him. Jayson makes his way back to the locker room area. He walks up the ramp and turns around. He holds up his hands in victory as Keith Bronson and Lance Sterling jump out from the locker room area. Lance nails Starr in the head with a chair.)

Tim: Sterling and Bronson!!! Those cowards are here to take out Starr!

(Bronson picks up Starr in a fireman's carry and Sterling and Bronson w/ Starr make their way back down to the ring. They stay in the aisle, since the ring is destroyed. Bronson tosses Starr off of his back and onto the ground like a type of Gorilla Press Slam. Sterling picks up Starr and kicks him in his midsection. Sterling puts Starr on his back for a fireman's carry. Sterling turns the fireman's carry into a Director's Cut. As Sterling hits the Director's Cut, the lights go out.)

Tim: Don't tell me this arena has bad lighting as well.

Jeff: Wait, look on the HWF Tron!

(The HWF Tron shows Flame's logo on it. A bolt of lightning comes out of no where and hits the HWF Tron. As the smoke clears, the Flame logo is on fire. The Flame logo explodes as replacing it is the words: "The HWF's Finest" Justin Storm. "Fuel" by Metallica begins to hit the speakers as the lights go back on. The crowd doesn't know how to react. Sterling and Bronson look confused as the cameras lock onto someone in the crowd.)

TIM: It's Justin Storm!!! That's Justin Storm!!!

JEFF: Calm down Tim, its only Justin Storm. Don't piss yourself over it.

(Justin Storm is standing in the crowd wearing a black "Hardcore Revolution" t-shirt, a pair of baggy Tommy jeans, and a pair of white Nike basketball shoes. His hair is out of dreadlocks and it about below neck length. His hair is back to its original brown hair color. He has a black knee brace on his left knee and you can tell that under his jeans, his knee is heavily taped. Around his waist is the HWF Championship belt. He has a Singapore cane in hand as he makes his way through the crowd. Storm gets through the crowd and hops the guardrail in front of the ramp. Keith Bronson sees him and goes at him for a spear. Storm jumps over the charging Bronson and nails him with a cane shot to the head. Bronson staggers back, but doesn't go down. Storm grabs Bronson's head and nails an Implant DDT on the concrete floor. Storm stands up and begins to stare as Sterling. The cameras go off the air as Sterling and Storm have a stare down.)