(The shot then switches to a black screen, as "A Little Crazy" by FIGHT begins to play. The Hardcore Highlight Reel begins, showing the infamous leap from the HWF Tron, taken by "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe, crashing through three stacked tables. Jayson Starr back body drops Nick Diamante through the hell in a cell, through three tables showered with thumbtacks, and crashes through the two and half foot glass mat. Next up is "Vicious" Vic Williams, hitting a somersault senton bomb from the balcony of the Elk's Lodge, into the ring, onto Sammy Argon, on a table in the ring, in a thumbtacks galore match. As the three most insane moments in the HWF's new generation are shown, the shot finally explodes into the Roxy Night Club in Boston! Inside the ring stands Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson, surrounded by approximately one thousand fans chanting "HWF" at the top of their lungs. Tim has a mic and begins to speak over the crowd.)

Tim: Welcome everyone to SATURDAY SUICIDE!!!

(Fans go ballistic)

Tim: We're here in the Roxy Night Club, the very spot in which Holiday Hangover 2 took place! Tonight, the HWF will bring the last card prior to May Mayhem! Right now, I have a scheduled spot to interview Nick Diamante, the man who took possibly the most extreme bump last week and the man who just attacked Jayson Starr in the parking lot… Ladies and gentlemen, "THE DIAMOND STUD" NICK DIAMANTE!!!

("I Got One For Ya" by Kid Rock starts up on the speakers. The crowd has a great reaction towards Diamante as he steps out from the back. He is wearing a Red Wings Jersey as he walks down the aisle high fiving ringside fans. The Diamond Stud walks up the steps and enters the
ring under the top rope. He walks over to Tim and Jeff.)

Tim: Nick Diamante, why did you attack Jayson Starr before the show?

Diamante: It's simple big T. Jayson pissed me off. He sent me through glass. Would you like flying through glass?

Tim: Well, of course not!

Diamante: Good, so don't ask dumb questions like that. Did you see what he did to me? Through tables, tacks, and glass?

Tim: Yes, how the hell are you prepared for your match tonight?

Diamante: The Diamond Stud is always prepared! I have a first aid kit in my car, and condoms in my wallet.

Tim: No what about your match against Michael Trey to take place later on?

Diamante: Who? Oh yeah, that moron. Well, I don't have much to say to him. The one thing he did was piss me off. After I show the HWF what I can do tonight, all my fans will have more the reason to love me. Before you get around to it Tim, I am not full of myself. I am confident that I can take
out this Mitchell Trey guy…

Tim: It's Michael Trey…

Diamante: Sure Tim. Now, that guy runs around with a pretty big attitude. Well, I have one pretty big reason to kick your ass right there. So what you can do, Michelle, is lace em' up tight and get ready to be dragged through hell in back by The Diamond Stud...Now, as for that Jayson Starr moron...

(As he mentions Starr's name, the fans cheer wildly. Diamante looks at the crowd, upset at their cheering. Unbeknownst to Diamante, they aren't cheering his name... They're cheering Starr himself! Jayson Starr appears in the crowd, as the security guards part the crowd like the Red Sea. Starr hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The fans are going nuts, as Tim and Jeff see him and scramble from the ring. Diamante is confused and turns to a Jayson Starr clothesline that about takes his head off! The fans cheer some more as Jayson Starr stomps away on Diamante. Starr then pulls Diamante to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Nick desperately attempts a clothesline, but Starr ducks. Starr grabs onto the would be clotheslining arm of Diamante, then the other, turning it into a full nelson. Starr lifts Diamante up, as Diamante's leg go straight back. Starr drops to a sitting position, as his legs go straight forward. He slams down, the full nelson causing Diamante's face to smash into Starr's knee!!! The move was so quick that the fans were delayed on their response, but finally went ballistic. As Starr raises his arms to the crowd, Suicide goes to commercial.)

(Commercials)

[The lights begin to flicker and the guitar of "Rock You Like a Hurricane" starts to play over the speakers. The crowd lets out a cheer as the #1 contender for the HWF title, Lance Sterling, makes his way down to the ring. He is wearing a white muscle shirt and a pair of Levi's jeans; obviously since he isn't wrestling tonight he isn't wearing his normal attire. Lance walks around the ring, slapping fan's hands, and then climbs the steps to the ring. He climbs in and strikes a pose on one of the turnbuckles, and proceeds to grab the microphone from the ring announcer as his music dies down]

LANCE STERLING: Hellloooooooo, Boston! And welcome to HWF Saturday Suicide!!

[The crowd erupts into cheers for Sterling]

LANCE STERLING: Now, as you can all plainly see, your one true hero and the man you all look up to, me, is not dressed for action tonight. See I decided that I needed this week off in order to... pursue some more frivolous activities, and therefore I personally requested that I not be booked here tonight. I'm certain you all are so very disappointed about that....

[A small group can be heard chanting "Hell No!" to this last comment by Sterling. He looks around, trying to pinpoint the location]

LANCE STERLING: Now as I was saying before...you're all disappointed that I won't be wrestling tonight, but what can I say? It's tough. Don't worry though, my adoring fans...next week, live from the HWF Arena you can all see me beat the living hell out of that hardcore wannabe, Justin Storm!

[The crowd cheers at Storm's name. Lance gives them a quick sort of sneer as he continues]

LANCE STERLING: As we all witnessed last week, Storm decided to ruin my little lesson in respect to Jayson Starr. Hell, the bastard decided to get the drop on me; coming down here with that Singapore cane of his...well you know something Justin? I know you're here tonight, and you're probably backstage watching this very interview. Good, I want you to remember this moment for the rest of your stinking life. Next week at May Mayhem I'm going to kick your ass, plain and simple. I've never fully trusted you; even when the two of us first started the Perfect Alliance. And after you tricked me and joined the Hardcore Revolution, Justin, I've hated your damn guts! So next week I'll show you who the HWF's real Icon is. It's not you buddy boy, its ME!

[The crowd starts to chant "Justin Storm" over and over again, clearly pissing Lance off]

LANCE STERLING: Stop that, goddammit! Show me some damn respect, will ya?

[Crowd starts to boo Lance loudly]

LANCE STERLING: Fine then, screw the lot of you. I could give a damn less if you all dropped dead! Justin, you know something? You seem to think you're all big and bad in the HWF just because you screwed me out of the World title. Well next week it will be my turn to screw you over. See I've decided what kind of match we're going to have, in the main event of May Mayhem at the HWF Arena. It's a match that you're very familiar with...you see Justin, next week at May Mayhem it's gonna be you and me...in an EXTREME HELL IN A CELL MATCH! That's right, old friend. Three cages stacked on top of each other, each filled with various weapons, and suspended above the third cage is the HWF World Title! I hope to hell you're ready for that one, Justin, because I can promise you right here and now that I'm going to walk away from May Mayhem the NEW World champion. Justin, next week I'll prove to you and to the rest of the HWF that I am the best. Prove to all of you that I'm the greatest athlete to ever grace a HWF ring. Justin, I'm gonna prove to you and everybody else why I am, and always will be, SIMPLY PERFECT!

[Sterling throws down the microphone as his entrance theme blares from the speakers again. He doesn't bother to pose for the fans; instead he calmly walks out of the ring and heads back to the locker rooms. Some of the crowd are still cheering for him, however the majority of the fans are either booing him or chanting "Justin Storm". The cameras then return to ringside...]

Tim: Hello everybody and welcome to The Roxy in Boston, Massachusetts! Were here and ready for one hell of a Saturday Suicide.

Jeff: Yeah, some strong words from Lance Sterling towards Justin Storm. Can you believe the new stipulations? An extreme hell in a cell match?! Three cells stacked on each other and at the top, hangs the World title…

Tim: That's going to be unbelievable! And what about Nick Diamante attacking Jayson Starr, then Starr returning the favor?

Jeff: There's definitely a feud heating up there.

Tim: Let's get to the card. Starting with the under card we have...

Jeff: Chris Goings!

Tim: Yeah... Him, he is facing off against the first ever Hardcore Champion and one hell of a hardcore wrestler, BLACKJACK! Then we have one hell of a match between...

Jeff: Michael Trey!

Tim: That's right Jeff, we have the current Hardcore Champion and only triple threat champion in HWF history going face to face with HWF newcomer "The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante. And in one hell of a main event we have the man that was voted to lead the HWF into the future...

Jeff: Jay...

Tim: SHUT THE HELL UP! We got Jayson Starr. we got "The ICON... We got one hell of a match for the main event! Tonight is going to be great! Let's go backstage and show you some footage of HWF superstar...

Jeff: That's the superstar of the HWF Tim.

Tim: Whatever, we have footage of Chris Goings arriving at The Roxy earlier today. Let's get to it!

( The camera cuts to the back parking lot of The Roxy and half of the tag team champions Chris Goings is walking in his usual strut. He is wearing a silk red unbuttoned shirt with orange stripes and trim along the chest and arms, he has khaki's on, tan loafers, and of course his silver shades. He also has his Tag Team Title secured over his right shoulder. He begins to walk up to the door and turn the knob. He stops and looks next to him where a shiny metal trashcan is. He opens the door and picks the trash can up. He carries it into the "arena" with him and the camera fades back into the ring where Tim and Jeff are settled at the announcer's booth.)

Tim: What the hell was that? Why do we need to see footage of Goings carrying in a trashcan?

Jeff: If I know Chris Goings as well as I think I do he has something up his sleeve for this match coming up between himself and Blackjack.

Tim: If I know Goings as well as I think I do he will come out dressed as a flying monkey or something.

(Suddenly the lights go out and silver smoke fills the ring. A purple mist sprays from the top of the nightclub and the crowd is on their feet. The lights come back on and a HUGE explosion goes off at the entranceway. "Big Pimpin" by Jay-Z blares through the arena and Chris Goings emerges from behind the curtains in wrestling attire. He is wearing black tights with purple and silver flames on the rear and up each leg. On the front of the pants it says "POW". He struts down to the ring with his title over one shoulder and the same trashcan we saw earlier under his left arm. He throws
the trashcan into the ring and slides into the ring behind it. He picks up the trashcan and places it in the middle of the ring. He pulls a microphone from the back of his pants and puts it up to his mouth.)

Chris Goings: Finally The Chris has... Nevermind. I'm here and that's all that matters. My dozens and dozens of fans know that I am the baddest motha-sucka in the HWF so I don't need to reiterate that. Judging from those three guys in the front row they know that I am the POW and FOW.

(The camera pans over to three men in the front row drenched in purple with P O W on their chests. They turn around revealing F O W on their backs.)

Chris Goings: And judging from the sound of this crowd they know that I am going to kick the ever loving shit out of Blackjack right here tonight!

( The crowd suddenly livens and cheers even louder.)

Chris Goings: As for HWF gold. I have my eyes set on Michael Trey's Hardcore Title and a few things are getting in the way. HWF "old timers" such as Blackjack and "The ICON" J. Simon Rykopathe. And other things such as this Tag Team Title. Just a few nights ago I realized just what I had gotten myself into when I won this. Do I want to be in a division such as the Tag Team Division? HELL NO! So instead of watching on the big screen and seeing me throw away this dreaded title... I thought I would do it in front of you all. So ICON, come like the piece of TRASH you are and if you want this title then get it out of the trash where you belong.

(Goings holds the title high into the air and then drops it right into the trash can. The whole crowd has their mouths wide open in awe as he has just THROWN AWAY the Tag Team Title!)

Tim: OH MY GOD! What will Steve Perry do with just one title?

Jeff: I guess Perry has just adopted himself two Tag Team Titles...

Tim: I guess so, idiot. You can't hold both titles.

Jeff: Don't make me bitch slap you.

(Goings takes a bow and the crowd cheers. But not because he threw away the title, not because he took a bow, but because "The ICON" J. Simon Rykopathe was running down the aisle with a bat wrapped in flaming barbwire! He slides into the ring and Goings luckily sees him out of the corner of his eye. ICON swings the large flaming bat but Goings ducks and takes over the bat. Goings gives ICON a quick drop toe hold and ICON goes face first into the mat. Goings holds the bat high in the air and the crowd cheers. But not because he has the bat, but because ICON has gotten up. He also has the trashcan. ICON winds up and belts the self-proclaimed "POW" right in the back of the head with the trashcan. ICON takes the belt from the inside and holds it high into the air. He slides out of the ring and begins to walk back down the aisle. "Oh Hell Yeah" by the H-BlockX hits the speakers and the crowd roars. Blackjack runs down the aisle but is struck in the face by a swinging ICON with that Tag Team Title belt. Both these competitors are knocked out and the match hadn't even started. ICON goes through the curtains with his Tag Team Title and the crowd is cheering like crazy. Goings struggles to his feet and slides out of the ring. Goings walks over to Blackjack and picks him up by the head. He leads Blackjack to the ring and throws him inside. He slides inside right after him and the bell rings.)

Tim: And this match is underway!

Jeff: So is ICON the champ now?

Tim: I honestly don't know.

(Chris Goings brings Blackjack up and backs him into the ropes. Goings attempts a whip but it's reversed by Blackjack. Blackjack sends Goings into the ropes and runs right behind him. As Goings comes off the ropes, Blackjack nails a clothesline! The momentum sends both men up and over the ropes, crashing to the floor! Blackjack is first up as he hammers on the back of Goings with forearms. Blackjack brings Goings up and whips him into the steps! The steps fly off as Chris holds his shoulder in pain. Blackjack picks up a chair and charges at Goings, swinging at his head. Goings slides out of the way as Blackjack smacks the chair on the steel steps. Goings gets to his feet and nails a right hand, backing Blackjack onto the railing. Goings applies a front face lock and hooks Blackjack's arm, then lifts him into the air. He drops Blackjack chest first across the railing, knocking the breath out of the former Hardcore champ.)

Jeff: This match has already gotten to the outside, where Blackjack definitely has an advantage.

(Blackjack falls forwards to the concrete, as Goings picks him up by the shirt and rolls him into the ring. Chris Goings rolls in behind him and immediately locks on a Crippler crossface! Blackjack won't allow Goings to lock his arm between his legs, as he fights it off. Blackjack pries Goings' hands apart, as the hold is broken.)

Tim: I'm surprised Blackjack broke that hold so quickly.

(Both men get to their feet, taking their stands. They lock up and Chris Goings turns it into a side headlock. Blackjack backs him into the ropes and shoves him off. Goings bounces off the ropes and ducks an oncoming clothesline from Blackjack. Chris stops immediately and grabs a rear waistlock, as Blackjack struggles to get free. Goings hoists him up and nails a German suplex, but hangs on.)

Jeff: The German suplex combo! Here it comes!

(Chris nails another German suplex and rolls back to his feet. He then hits a release German suplex, sending Blackjack to the mat. Goings then gets back up, as Blackjack looks winded. Chris Goings then slowly climbs the turnbuckle from the inside, but Blackjack somehow jumps to his feet. He then shove Chris Goings, perched on the top rope. Goings, incredibly, falls onto the apron and not the floor. He turns and ducks a right hand from Blackjack. Goings picks Blackjack up from behind as if a belly to back suplex. Blackjack rolls off Goings' back and lands on his feet. Goings kicks him from the apron, knocking him backwards. Goings then catapults himself onto the middle rope and springboards off, hitting an Asai moonsault onto Blackjack! The two spill to the floor as the crowd cheers.)

Tim: Chris Goings is showing he not just a mat worker, he can fly too!

Jeff: He can do everything!

(Chris is the first to his feet as he slides into the ring. Blackjack slowly crawls to the ring apron and uses the apron to gets to his knees. Just as he gets to his feet, Chris Goings hits a running baseball kick, sending Blackjack into the railing. Chris gets out of the ring and heads towards Blackjack. Blackjack nails a short kick to the stomach then a running clothesline that sends Chris Goings to the floor. Blackjack helps Goings to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Blackjack then tosses aside the ring curtain, to the delight of the crowd. He pulls out a table and slides it into the ring, rolling in after. Blackjack turns the table on its side and takes one leg out, leaving the other in. He picks the table up and props it in the corner, diagonally, and then goes back to Goings. He sets Goings on the turnbuckle and then goes to the second rope. Goings fires back with a right hand, then tucks him down. Goings slowly stands up then leaps off with a devastating powerbomb from the top!!!)

Tim: POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB!

(Chris Goings sees his opportunity and goes to the apron, climbing the turnbuckle. He reaches the top then stands up to the cheers of the crowd. He spreads his arms and dives off with the Finisher, the diving headbutt!!!)

Jeff: THE FINISHER!!! IT'S ALL OVER!!!

(Chris drapes his arm over Blackjack, as the referee drops to make the count.)

Ref: One! Two! Three!

(As Goings gets to his feet, a man comes running from the back and dives in the ring. He nails Goings with a fury of rights and lefts. Blackjack slowly gets to his feet as the man continues to beat on Chris Goings.)

Jeff: Who the hell is this guy?

Tim: I don't know, but evidently, he is some friend of Blackjack.

(Blackjack drags the table off the corner, putting out the other leg and putting the table in the center of the ring. The man then whips Goings into the ropes and catches him coming back. Blackjack then runs and leaps as the man drops backwards, nailing the Dudley Death Drop through the table!!! Blackjack then gets up and grabs a mic.)

Blackjack: May 7th, The 7th sign is here, behold a new era for the HWF is here!

(At that, Blackjack and the other man walk to the back, met half way by Miss Stephanie and another woman.)

(Commercials)

Tim: Okay, we're back, fans… We've had QUITE the evening so far, and we just finished the first match!

Jeff: Yeah, but I have some information involving the last match. The man who came out to team with Blackjack goes by the name of Jason Sensation. It seems these two are friends and work in other organizations with each other. The woman we saw was Jason's valet, Savy!

Tim: Wow, I'm impressed… You actually got news and I didn't.

Jeff: Well, actually, the guy gave me the paper while you were in the bathroom.

Tim: ugh…

Jeff: Anyways, we've got a match involving the Hardcore Champion, Michael Trey and "The Diamond Stud" Nick Diamante.

Tim: While these two really had no problem with each other, that all soon changed. Nick Diamante went as far to call Claire Matthews a slut and has repeatedly mispronounced Trey's name, just trying to piss off Trey.

Jeff: It worked, too!

(As "I Got One For Ya" by Kid Rock 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 aisle, 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.)

Jeff: Diamante looks to be okay after that incredible bump he took last week.

("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.)

Tim: This should be a very good match.

(Michael Trey jumps Diamante as the bell sounds. Trey and Diamante are slugging it out, with neither getting any edge. Finally, a huge right haymaker rocks Diamante back into the corner as Trey takes the momentum. Trey grabs the arm of Diamante and whips him cattycorner to the other turnbuckle, followed up a running elbow to the head! Diamante stumbles out from the corner and drops to his knees.)

Jeff: What an elbow!

(Michael Trey then runs to the ropes and comes back towards Nick. He hits a sickening dropkick, straight to the face of Diamante!!! The echo of boot against flesh and bone goes through the arena, as Nick Diamante slumps backwards, completely out of it. Michael Trey grabs Diamante by the head and pulls him to his unsteady feet. Trey kicks Diamante into a bent over position. Trey then grabs a front face lock and drops to a DDT.)

Tim: DDT! Diamante is taking a lot of punishment in this match!

(Diamante turns over on impact, staring into the lights. Michael Trey drops to the mat and rolls to the outside. He throws the ring curtain up and slides out a table to the cheers of the fans. He then slides it into the ring, rolling in after it. Michael Trey opens one leg and props it in the corner.)

Jeff: Uh, oh… more tables.

(Michael Trey goes over to Nick Diamante and pulls him to his feet. Trey shoves Diamante into the corner, opposite the one which holds a table. Trey backs up a few feet then runs and hits a body splash on Diamante. Unexpectedly, Diamante grabs him upon impact, absorbing the splash.)

Trey: Diamante has caught Trey!!!

(Diamante has him over his shoulder and notices the table in front of him. He takes off, charging. Diamante smashes Trey through the table, violently scattering pieces of wood!!! The fans chant "HWF" as both men seem to be exhausted. Nick Diamante gets to his feet and pulls Michael Trey up. Diamante whips Trey across the ring. He goes for a clothesline, but Trey ducks under. Diamante turns as Trey nails a kick. He hooks both of Diamante's arms and drops down, nailing the Flash of Pain Double Arm DDT!!)

Tim: Flash of Pain! Flash of Pain!

Jeff: Trey covers!

Ref: One! Two! Th… kickout!!!

Tim: Diamante kicked out! Diamante kicked out!

(Michael Trey looks shocked that Nick Diamante kicked out from the Flash of Pain. He quickly goes back on the offensive and drops a leg drop onto the throat of Diamante. Trey then covers again.)

Ref: One! Two! Kickout!

Tim: Diamante has kicked out once again!

(Michael Trey looks frustrated as he brings Nick to his feet. Michael attempts a whip but Nick reverses. Trey comes back and is scooped up by Diamante. Diamante carries him to the ropes and drops him across the ropes. Michael Trey snaps back and to the mat. Diamante pulls Trey up and sits on the turnbuckle. Diamante climbs to the second rope.)

Jeff: Could it be the Diamond Driver?!

(As Diamante goes for the Diamond Driver, Trey breaks free and shoves Nick backwards and crashes to the mat. The impact sprawls Diamante almost sideways, as Trey turns to face the crowd. He springs off the ropes as the lights go out. The impact sounds as the lights return to find Michael Trey on top of Nick Diamante.)

Tim: Lights Out!!

Ref: One! Two! Three!

(The bell sounds as the fans cheer and Michael Trey raises his arms in victory.)

Tim: What a match from the Hardcore champ! We'll be right back after this!

(Commercials)

(The show comes back as the camera shows the backstage area. Justin Storm is seen walking down the main corridor. From behind, "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe nails Storm with the tag team title!!! Storm walks to the floor as The Icon stomps away. He then looks to the camera, beginning to speak.)

The Icon: Justin Storm, let this be a lesson! I am the ONLY Icon in this fed. You aren't the Hardcore Icon, I AM! You aren't the HWF's Finest, I AM! You are a DISGRACE to what the Hardcore Revolution stands for. As for Michael Trey, I'm giving you a week to give me an answer. You either stay in the Revolution with me, or you follow Justin Storm in a downward spiral… And this is only the beginning!

(The Icon walks past the camera as Justin Storm slowly gets to his feet, shaking off the attack.)

Tim: Justin Storm has been attacked by "The Icon" backstage!!

Jeff: I guess we know that Justin Storm is no longer in the Revolution!

Tim: I guess so! I just wonder where Michael Trey will go.

Jeff: Yeah, but we've got one more match to end the night with. That match includes Rykopathe, who is fighting Jayson Starr!

(The lights go out)

Tim: Hey, what's this?

(On the HWF-Tron, the letters "MF" appear on the screen, engulfed in flames. Then, a diabolical laugh is heard. Followed by speech...)

Voice: Soon... very soon... a new era will emerge upon the HWF... you will NEVER be prepared..

(The sinister laugh returns, as the letters slowly vanish off the screen. The lights come back on, and the HWF-Tron returns back to normal.)

Jeff: Damnit, this stuff is really freaking me out!

Tim: Something weird is definitely going on…

(The lights cut out. Slow strings are being heard play throughout the arena. Slowly, the music gets louder, and a guitar riff starts to fade into it… playing the same note repeatedly until it's the only thing heard in the arena. Then the note is held for a long period of time… then dies out, leaving the arena in pitch black darkness.)

(About ten seconds pass.. then suddenly, a HUGE explosion is set off at the entranceway as strobe lights cut on and Alice In Chains' "Them Bones" blares throughout the arena. A little bit of light comes back on, enough to see the entranceway down to the ring. Jayson Starr comes out of the back with his black shades and leather jacket on and looks around as the crowd cheers. He
turns towards the ring, then starts walking towards it. He gets to the ring, slides in, and walks to the center. Jayson raises both hands in the air, as four red rockets shoot up from behind him, alternating from left to right, then back again. The lights come back on, and the music dies.)

Tim: There he is, the number one contender to the hardcore title… "The Hardcore Hero" Jayson Starr!

Jeff: Starr has quite the test tonight. He is facing an HWF legend in the Icon.

("New Noise" by Refused hits the PA as green and orange flames burst from the entranceway. "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe walks out from the curtains, with the tag team strap draped over his shoulder. Rykopathe stops about half way down the aisle and drops the belt, then begins a full force run to the ring. He dives in as the bell sounds. Jayson Starr meets him as the two trade a fury of blows. They then lock up. Starr powers the Icon backwards, but Rykopathe powers back. The two hold onto the collar and elbow tie up, spinning around, each trying to get the advantage. Finally, the two break the lock up. Jayson Starr swings at the Icon, but Rykopathe blocks it and nails one of his own. He follows it up with another, then a kick to the gut.)

Tim: The Icon is showing Jayson Starr what being an Icon is all about!

(The Icon backs Starr into the corners and releases a nasty knife edge chop.)

Crowd: WHOOO!

(Starr retaliates with a chop of his own.)

Crowd: WHOOO!

(The Icon fires back.)

Crowd: WHOOO!
(The Icon then grabs the arm of Starr and whips him across the ring to the other corner, meeting him with a running clothesline. Starr is rocked backwards as the Icon climbs to the second rope. He waists for the crowd to react, and they do with cheers. He then begins to punch Starr.)

Crowd: One! Two! Three! Four!

(At four, Jayson Starr pulls away from the corner and drops down, dropping the Icon face first into the turnbuckle. The Icon snaps back and slowly falls backwards to the mat. Jayson slowly gets to his feet and drops an elbow to the chest of the Icon. Starr gets back up and goes for another elbow, but the Icon rolls out of the way. Rykopathe gets to his knees then uses the ropes to get to his feet.)

Jeff: Jayson Starr missed the second elbow and now the Icon can capitalize if he hurries up!

(The Icon gets to his feet as Starr has gotten to his.)

Tim: The Icon didn't get up fast enough!

(Starr swings wildly as the Icon ducks and scoops Jayson up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Rykopathe walks to the center of the ring and drops to his side hitting a Death Valley Driver!!! The Icon slowly drapes an arm over Starr.)

Ref: One! Two! Th… kickout!!!

Jeff: He kicked out!!!

Tim: I can't believe Starr kicked out of the Death Valley Driver!

(The Icon looks aggravated as he slowly stands up. The Icon then slides out of the ring and tosses the ring curtain up and slides out a table to a "TA-BLE" chant. The Icon then slides in another table. He slides in ANOTHER table, totaling three tables inside the ring. Rykopathe crawls into the ring and begins setting up the tables. The Icon places two beside each other then the third on top of the others. Rykopathe goes back to Starr and pulls him to his feet. Rykopathe picks him up in a fireman's carry and swings him around in a Michinoku Driver.)

Tim: Icon Bomb! Icon Bomb!

Jeff: You really like to say things twice, don't you?

(The Icon picks up Starr and lifts him up, placing him on top of the tables. The Icon then gets out of the ring and hops over the barrier, going through the crowd.)

Tim: Where's the Icon going?

Jeff: I don't know!

(The Icon reaches the wall of the Roxy, as he begins to climb up the steel ladder leading up to the DJ booth, some fifteen feet above the ring. He reaches the booth and then walks out on a long scaffold, parallel to the ring. The Icon dives off with a senton bomb, as Starr wisely gets off the triangle of tables. The Icon crashes through the tables, smashing every last table and piece of wood. Jayson Starr then dives on top as the ref counts.)

Ref: One! Two! Three!

Tim: Jayson Starr has defeated the Icon!!!

Jeff: Rykopathe has hurt himself AGAIN!!!

(Commercials)

[The lights flicker as once more Lance Sterling walks down towards the ring. His entrance music blares from the speakers and again the majority of the crowd boo him. Sterling pays them no attention and gets in the ring, grabbing the microphone from the ring announce yet again]

LANCE STERLING: You know something, Justin... I've been thinking backstage, and to hell with waiting for May Mayhem! Get your ass down here right now; and we'll settle this thing once and for all!

Jeff: Jesus Christ, Sterling is calling out the HWF World Champion!

Tim: He wants to end this feud right here, tonight!

[There is a pause, and Sterling taps his foot while waiting for Storm to appear. Eventually he starts speaking again]

LANCE STERLING: I shoulda known you were nothing but a chicken, Storm. Hell you probably won't even have the guts to show up next week! You're nothing but a paper champ, Storm. A goddamn paper champ!

[Sterling turns to leave the ring when suddenly "Fuel" by Metallica blasts over the speakers. The crowd erupts into cheers and Sterling looks around wildly, trying to find Justin Storm]

Tim: Justin Storm!! Justin Storm! Justin Storm is here!!

Jeff: And Lance Sterling is scared outta his wits! He didn't expect Storm to answer his challenge!

["Fuel" continues to play over the speakers. Sterling is still looking around for Storm, but after a while he seems to calm down and turns to leave the ring. The cameras quickly pan to the crowd and Justin Storm is walking down towards the ring, Singapore cane in hand]

Tim: There he is!! There's the HWF World Champion!

Jeff: Sterling has no idea Storm is behind him!

[Justin Storm gets in the ring and walks behind Sterling. He taps him on the shoulder, and when he turns around cracks him in the face with the Singapore cane. Sterling goes down to the canvas and Storm raises his hands in triumph. Slowly Sterling staggers to his feet and starts to pummel on Justin Storm]

Jeff: I can't believe it; these two are fighting right here tonight! Two of the greatest superstars in the HWF! Two men who will meet next week at May Mayhem, for the HWF World title!

Tim: This is great!!

[Sterling and Storm both start to trade blows back and forth, with neither man gaining the upper hand. Sterling hits a low blow and sets Justin Storm up for the Director's Cut]

Jeff: Director's Cut! Sterling is going for his patented move, the Director's Cut!

[Just as Sterling is about to lift Storm into the air for the Director's Cut, he elbows him in the stomach. Storm ducks away and nails Sterling with a spinning heel kick, grabbing the Singapore cane after he lands. Sterling tries to get back to his feet but Storm cracks him with the cane again, knocking him out of the ring. The crowd is going wild with delight at this display]

Jeff: Sterling's left the ring! Justin Storm's showed why he's the "HWF's Finest"! And next week at May Mayhem these two are going to meet for the world title! This is incredible!

Tim: The place is exploding!! The fans love this; next week, May Mayhem! Which of these two men will walk away with the HWF World title? Which one will truly be called the HWF's Finest??

["Fuel" starts to play again as Sterling slowly walks back up the ramp, his eyes focused on Storm, who celebrates in the ring, raising the Singapore cane in victory. The camera focuses on Sterling first, then on Storm, and then slowly go off the air]