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May 5th, 2001

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[6:58 pm | The Wisconsin Arena, Milwaukee Wisconsin]

[Fade in backstage in the typical hallway. We enter the locker room of Michael Trey and see Michael Trey, Claire Matthews, Blake Frost, Tempest, and Chris Davison all circled around. Michael is dressed in dress pants and a sport jacket, about the most dressed up we've ever seen him. We start in the middle of their conversation.]

Claire: ...it's ridiculous, Michael.

Blake Frost: I admit that she is correct, Michael.

Michael Trey: No....

Tempest: But Mike...

Chris Davison: ... you can't do this!

[An awkward pause as Trey looks at Davison with the dull stare.]

Michael Trey: Yes... I can. And I am. I came here tonight to retire, and that is exactly what is going to happen.

Tempest: Why?!

Michael Trey: My time is over, Tempest. I took a long, long time this week and thought the whole thing over. Honestly. I appreciate everything that you all have done for me. I appreciate EVERYTHING I've been given during my career in the HWF. But I'm just not worthy of it anymore. I don't deserve to fight for a title of any kind... I don't even deserve to be wrestling on this card. I used to love this, but it's time for me to get out, Tempest. I'm just going to walk out there before my match and give my farewell and walk out of here.

Chris Davison: And that's it?!

Michael Trey: Yeah. That's it. It's over.

[The word 'over' hangs in the air and echos as Saturday Suicide's logo flashes up. Suddenly, "Dig" by Mudvayne is heard as the camera cuts into the Wisconsin Arena. You see about 6,000 HWF fans packed to the rafters and all chanting "H-W-F, H-W-F". They pan around the arena, to see the masses of fans standing on their respective feet. They cut to the ring now, where Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson stand smack dap in the middle of it. They take in their return to United States television, as the fans continue to chant. The music dies down a bit, as Tim slowly raises the mic to his mouth.]

Tim: We had fun in Japan, but it's GREAT to be back in the states!!

[HUGE cheer from the fans, followed by an inappropriate "PEARL-HAR-BOR" chant. Tim continues.]

Tim: I'm Tim Miller, folks, and this is the HWF's... SATURDAY SUICIDE!!

[Another expected pop from the fans. Jeff snatches Tim's mic and waits for the cheers to die down.]

Jeff: But don't forget me... Jeff "We're in the city of beer, and the state of cheese, and the Wisconsin women don't hesitate, to get on their knees!!" ...

[Lots of cheers from the male fans, but boo's from the few female fans.]

Jeff: ... Robsinson!!

[Tim looks kind of digusted, but cracks a small smile as he grabs the mic back from Jeff.]

Tim: Alright fans, let's not waste any more time... *glares at Jeff* ... Let's get on with the show!!

[The fans cheer loudly as Tim and Jeff exit the ring. They take their seats at ring, as the fans waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, the lights cut out, thrusting the arena in darkness for a split second before mult-colored strobe lights begin to flash around. The intro to "Slow" by Professional Murder Music starts up over the PA system. The heavy beat kicks it at the 8 second mark, and a HUGE explosion of pyro shakes the Wisconsin Center. As the smoke clears, Lance Sterling walks out onto the stage, to a loud chorus of boos and "YOU SOLD OUT!" chants from the crowd. He's wearing a pair of jeans with a black shirt and black jacket over it, his black wrestling boots still visible. His hair is tied back in a ponytail, and a pair of black Oakleys cover his eyes.]

Tim: There the bastard is, the Benedict Arnold of the HWF, Lance Sterling!

Jeff: Shut up! He's still the greatest!

Tim: He's scum. That man is the lowest of the low! He turned his back on his own friend!!

[Mic in hand, Sterling makes his way down to the ring. He stops on the ring apron, glaring around the arena, before climbing in. He walks straight to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top of it, putting one fist up in the air. He steps down as the lighting returns to normal and, standing in the middle of the ring, raises the mic to his lips.]

Lance Sterling: Cut my goddamn music!

[On cue, "Slow" fades out. Almost the entire arena is still chanting "You sold out!", and there's a few "Asshole!" chants being heard too.]

Lance Sterling: You know, ever since what I did at Parade of Cannibals 3 all you ignorant, fat, slovenly bastards ask me is Why Sterling, why? Why did you sell out? Why did you turn your back on Jayson Starr? I'm gonna tell each and everyone of you why, right now: I did what I did... because I WANTED TO! I've come out here, and I've given you rotten ingrates EVERYTHING. My blood, my sweat, my tears, EVERYTHING. And in return, what do I get? NOTHING. Not a single, goddamn thing. So I took matters into my own hands. I made, as you idiots like to say, a deal with the devil; I joined with the Inner Circle. And we are now UNSTOPPABLE.

[Loud boo's from the crowd. You couldn't buy a cheer.]

Lance Sterling: You people sit there, and you cheer for Jayson Starr. You cheer for Michael Trey. Hell, if Chris Goings were around, you'd probably cheer for him, too. Well, maybe not HIM, but you people are stupid enough not to know better. These people, they're nothing at all. Trey? He's washed up. That bum should have left the business years ago. Take a good look at him now, all mourning his own incompetence and wondering what happened to the talent he USED to have. I'm surprised he hasn't jumped off a building yet and put us out of the misery of having to listen to him complain. You never had any talent, Trey. Even way back when, I still had to carry your ass.

[Negative reaction from the crowd again, as Lance begins pacing around the ring.]

Lance Sterling: And Jayson... the guy who walks around like he's God, when he's at the very bottom of the food chain. Remember how I said I was your friend? How we were partners? I meant NONE of it. I used you all along, and you didn't have a clue. I just used you to get back to the top of the mountain, and when I did I shoved you off. There never was any Xtreme Alliance; it was all just a trick.. which you fell for like the sucker you are. I tricked you, I tricked Trey, and I tricked each and every one of these stupid jackasses in this arena and watching at home!

[HUGE boos and chants of "Sterling Sucks!"]

Lance Sterling: SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU IGNORANT SONS OF BITCHES!

[Of course the crowd just chants it louder.]

Lance Sterling: I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP! Jayson, right here tonight I'm going to do what I shoulda done the second I saw you. I'm gonna expose you for the stupid, no-talent hack you are. I'm gonna-

[Before he can finish the sentence, "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains blares through the speakers. Sterling drops the mic and turns around just as an irate Jayson Starr runs through the curtains and down to the ring.]

Tim: JAYSON! Jayson Starr!!!

Jeff: Uh oh! Run, Sterling, run! He's out for blood!

[Jayson slides into the ring, and Sterling slides to the outside. Jayson parades around the ring, daring Sterling to come back in. The crowd edge him on, with chants of "JAY-SON! JAY-SON!". Sterling looks up at Jayson, making his way back towards the ramp. He moonwalks back up the aisle, his eyes still focused on Jayson.]

Tim: Wow, these two have it in for each other! I can't wait until they get it on, later tonight, in a STREET FIGHT!

[Commercials]

[We return from a commercial break, and the cameras cut to backstage, in front of Jayson Starr's locker room. Jayson, in his ring attire, stands with his arms folded alongside Tony Bradshaw.]

Tony Bradshaw: Jayson, tonight you'll face your former friend Lance Sterling, in a street fight. We all know that you two hate each other with a vengeance after what he did to you at Parade of Cannibals 3 last week.

Jayson Starr: That's right. Lance thinks that he's the greatest, but after tonight everyone'll see-

[From behind, Sterling double axehandles Jayson, dropping him to his knees. Sterling starts laying in with stomps to Jayson's ribs, finally pulling him to his feet and slamming him against the locker room door.]

Lance Sterling: Everyone'll see what, you bastard? That I'm your fucking superior!

[Sterling continues to slam Jayson against both the door and the wall, also kicking and punching like a madman.]

Tim: Holy sh- ...we may not have to wait till later! They're gonna have that street fight right now!

[Sterling and Starr both continue to brawl, while Security rushes to the area to try and pull them off. It takes a while, and Sterling breaks free to lay in another set of stomps, but finally the two are seperated. As Sterling is led away, Jayson is tended to.]

Tim: What a plan by Sterling! He's making sure that Jayson Starr won't be at 100% for their match tonight. The bastard!

Jeff: Bastard nothing, that's skill! He knows what he has to do, and he just did it!

Tim: Yeah, he has to use every underhanded trick in the book to make sure that he won't get his ass kicked.

Jeff: Whatever...

Tim: Well, I'm sure the fans out here are wiaitng for our first match... Let's get right to it...

[The arena light's turn off and Purple and Deep Dark red light's flicker on and off in the arena about 15 seconds later "Gothic Girl" by Velvet Rose blares through the arena with The Halloween Theme playin softly in the background givin an eerie feeling to the arena. Rayne walks out in her provovative outfit and walks down giving a cold hearted look to the crowd.]

Tim: And here's the newcomer Rayne!!

Jeff: ...and what a sexy piece of a-

Jeff: JEFF!!

["Starseed" by OLP begins quietly through the arena, building up as the fans rise to their feet. As the opening guitar line comes to an end, the voice of Kyle Corman screams out "YEAH YEAH YEAH HE!" As the bass kicks in a wall of red and white fireworks shoot up from the ground to the left and right of the entrance. The Extream Screen shows random shots of Corman hitting Total Annihilation on a few wrestlers and the words Canadian Hero pop up. Then The Canadian Kid steps out between the sea of fireworks in a pair of dark red cargo pants with white slashes down each leg, and a CK t-shirt. He also has a white reebok hat on over his wet hair. The steps past the sea of red and white and raises his hand and smiles to the cheering crowd. He takes a look at Rayne and then pulls out a mic from his pants. The music fades out as he speaks.]

Kyle Corman: Six days ago, six days ago my body was thrown through the top of a cell and a flaming table. I had my face torn open and my stomach slashed at with those tacks on Havoc's gloves. But I'm still standing... and now I have to get in the ring with Satan's lil bitch of a helper, Rayne, "The Fallen One".

[Rayne just watched him, with a pissed off look on her face.]

Kyle Corman: All I've heard out of you is nothing but complete and utter useless knowledge. You're a whiner, "Oh I broke my legs, I had concussions, I spread my legs for 8 guys".

[Corman reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small silver coin and throws it at her.]

Kyle Corman: There's a quarter, go call someone who cares. Sure you may of had a tough life, but do you think for an instant that anyone actually cares about the past? If you do, you're dead wrong, but if anyone does, it would probably be Tempest, just cuz she cares about everyone, except a select few, but if it came down to it, she'd kick your ass too. You ask me if I'm ready for bondage? Well, let me reply with a question of my own..... Are you ready for a swift kick in the ass?

[Kyle storms the ring, and dives in.]

Tim: Let's get this shin-dig started!!

[The bell rings out as Corman charges at Rayne. He goes for a clothesline, but she ducks. Corman bounces off the ropes now, but Rayne takes him over with a hiptoss. Corman quickly gets up, as Rayne bounces off the back ropes. As she comes back, Corman goes for a back body drop. Rayne amazingly lands on her feet, and then runs against the other side. She boucnes back, and Corman LEVELS her with a stiff dropkick. Rayne crumbles to the ground, and Corman quickly lifts her up by the hair. Corman whips her to the corner and she bounces hard. Corman warms up his leg and then nails Rayne right in the jaw with a standing side kick.]

Tim: Wow... Corman's really taking it to her... It looks like experience may be a factor here.

Jeff: Man, these women should be cheerleaders - not wrestlers.

Tim: Keep those comments to yourself man...

[Corman picks up Rayne and then drops her back down with a facebuster. Corman begins raising his arms in the air now, as he signals for the end. Corman manhandles Rayne up to her feet and locks on a cobra clutch.]

Jeff: He's going for Total Annihilation!!

[Corman backs up towards a corner and lifts Rayne up in the air. As he tries to switch it into uranage, Rayne breaks the hold and spikes down Corman with a DDT. The fans boo a little, as Corman bounces off his head and up to his feet. Rayne waits and, when Corman finally get up, charges him with a spinning heel kick. The kick hits Corman right between the eyes and sends him down near the corner. Rayne quickly runs to the corner, grabs the ropes, and performs a perfect split-legged moonsault right onto Corman. The ref slides in for the pin.]

Tim: What a comeback!!

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

Jeff: Ah, I didn't think so...

Tim: Rayne set up a NICE combination of moves there... I'm impressed!

Jeff: You would be...

[Rayne pops up to her feet and yells at the fans. She reaches down and picks up Corman to his feet. She tries to lock him in a double underhook, but he spins it around right into a cutter. Rayne bounces off the mat hard and grabs her jaw. Corman quickly retaliates and lifts her up for a back suplex. He throws her into the air, but Rayne backflips onto her feet. Corman turns around, but Rayne kicks him and locks him back into a butterfly suplex. She lifts up Corman now, and drops him straight onto his head with a brainbuster.]

Tim: MY GOD!! That looked painful!!

Jeff: Man, I like it rough... I need to get Rayne's number.

[Rayne lifts up with a surge of energy and signals for something. She lifts up Corman now and whips him HARD to the turnbuckle. As he reels back out, Rayne signals the cut-throat sign.]

Jeff: What's this!?!

[As Corman nears Rayne, Rayne lifts him up in a scoop slam and drops him with a STIFF michinoku driver 2, she holds it for a pin.]

Jeff: OHHH!!

Tim: She calls that The Rayne Drop!!

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

Tim: She did it!

Jeff: WOW!! Hot and successful!!

["Gothic Girl" kicks in again, as Rayne gets to her feet. The fans gives her a round applause, but she yells at them angirly. Rayne exits the ring now, and simplay walks to the back as the ref checks on Corman.]

Tim: Rayne looked good in her debut this week...

Jeff: Yeah, but Kyle Corman looked bad... Really bad.

[Corman exits the ring with the ref and the two make their way to the back. Rayne's music is suddenly cut off as "Intro" by Johnny Drake hits the speakers.]

Tim: What the hell?

Jeff: Alright, Johnny Drake time!!

[The fans give the music a mixed reaction, but begin boo'ing tremendously as Drake appears beneath the Extream Screen. Drake passes by Corman and the ref and heads to the middle of the entrance way - where he stops. He whips out a microphone, as if it were a gun, and raises it to his mouth. The music fades to nothing, as Johnny Drake begins to speak.]

Johnny Drake: How'd you guys like the Pay-Per-View?

[Alot of boo's from the crowd. Chants of "JAY-SON, JAY-SON" as heard.]

Johnny Drake: Whatever... I did what I said I would do, and that was beating Starr's ass!! And if you guys don't like it, or how it was accomplished, than you shouldn't even be in this arena here tonight!!

[Major heel heat from the fans, Johnny just smirks and then continues.]

Johnny Drake: Which brings me to my next order of business here tonight... As most of you have probably noticed, the former Two-Time HWF Hardcore Champion JD Brady hasn't been around for the past few weeks. I'm sure the guys in the back have noticed. I mean, Brady was just one of those guys that you loved to see back there. Well, in all truthfullness, JD Brady was actually having some problems with his life. I've been asked not to go into it on national television, but he was not in good shape. And after he lost the Hardcore strap for a second time, his life went into a downward spiral.

[The fans stop boo'ing in anticipation for Brady's condition. Fans nervous reactions are caught on camera, as Johnny continues.]

Johnny Drake: Anyway, Brady was scheduled for his weekly evaluation at Parade of Cannibals 3... but he never showed up. A search party was sent out for him in Tokyo and the neighboring cities, but we haven't even gotten a clue of a clue these past six days. And it is my sad duty to inform you that, according to the Japanese police force...

[The cut to a close-up of a kid with the 'Brady Bucnh' shirt on in the front row.]

Johnny Drake: ...JD Brady has been presumed dead.

[The kid at ringside bursts into tears, as the fans go into shock. Drake tries to calm them down with a motion of his hands. He tries to continue over the panic.]

Johnny Drake: Listen... listen... LISTEN!! Brady is actually the second family member the HWF lost this week, including Billy Williams. So I ask that everyone here tonight join me, with our ceremonial ten bell salute for both men. Be silent!!

[The crowd's noise suddenly cuts to silence, as Nigel Rolston prepares for the salute.]

Tim: *whispering* We'll be right back...

[Commercials]

[As they fade back in, you see Johnny Drake leaving the arena. He gets into a 2001 Mercedes Benz and drives off. They cut back to Tim and Jeff at ringside.]

Tim: Well folks, what better way to continue the show than to debut two new tag teams.

Jeff: Yeah.. .although Spike and Renegade have been around the HWF for a while.

[Suddenly, "Full Nelson" by Limp Bizkit blasts through the speakers - as Gary Luger comes out from the back with the Hardcore Championship over his shoulder.]

Jeff: What the hell is this all about?

Tim: I dunno... but we're about to be joined by our Hardcore Champion.

[Luger walks down to the ring and walks around to the announce table. Luger is dressed in his usual casual attire of baggy jeans, and a black “Saturday Suicide” T-shirt. He's also wearing his usual red Oakleys. Luger takes a seat next to Jeff and puts on a headset.]

Jeff: Dude, what're you doing here?

Gary Luger: Ah, I just thought I'd check out some of the competition in the HWF, you know?

Tim: Yea-

Jeff: Pfft... I tell ya, these wrestlers nowadayd think they can get away with anything...

Tim: What?

Jeff: Let's just get this match started...

["Countdown to Extinction" by Megadeth blares over the PA. Greg and JD walk from backstage and get a mixed reaction from the crowd. No display, then some yellow pyro’s blast out from above the ring and the archway on the stage. JD puts his hands in the air to cheers and Greg walks to the ring. Greg gets onto the apron, as JD struts down the aisle way to cheers from the fans. Greg steps into the ring, and walks over to a turnbuckle. He stands up, points to JD, as he gets into the ring by flipping over the top rope à la Scott Hall. The fans cheer, then Greg taunts for himself and the fans boo. Greg gets off the turnbuckle and steps outside the ring, onto the apron in his corner. JD stretches a bit, then jumps up and down a few times and then shakes his face and is ready.]

Tim: Introducing the Partners in Crime to the HWF!!

Jeff: *with an un-enthusiastic, sarcastic clap* YAY!

Gary Luger: And as one JD leaves the HWF, another one joins...

Tim: Good point Gary.

Jeff: *in a mocking tone* Good point Gary.

[The lights are completely out and the arena is pitch black. Then, a red spotlight shines on the top of the aisle. Starting at the bottom of the aisle, and continuing to the top, fireworks go off, and as soon as they hit the top, "Thunder Underground" by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the speakers. The crowd cheers and some hold up lighters in the near dark, as the lights return and Renegade and Spike come out from the back. Both men stride down to the ring and slide in. JD Smack stays on the other side, staring at both men. Renegade exits the ring now, as the bell sounds.]

Gary Luger: Alright, can't wait to see this one...

[Spike and JD circle each other. They finally lock up in the center of the ring and JD gains control with a swift knee to Spike's gut. JD immediately whips Spike to the ropes. Spike ducks under one clothesline, but then gets hit with a diving forearm smash. Spike drops to the ground, but quickly gets up again.]

Jeff: Looks like Spike just got showed up by the rook!!

[JD grabs an arm and whips Spike into the ropes again. Spike ducks a clothesline and then ducks a reverse elbow. He bounces off the ropes again and slides under a kick. Spike pops to his feet and springboards off the ropes with a moonsault, floating over JD. Spike lands on his feet and sweeps out the legs of JD, dropping him into an STF. With the STF held in, Spike smacks the back of JD's head a few times ala old school Razor Ramon.]

Gary Luger: Looks like Spike just paid him back...

Tim: Hehe.

Jeff: What the hell are you doing out here anyway?

[Spike releases the hold now, and brings JD over towards his corner. He lays in a couple body shots and then tags Renegade into the ring. Renegade quickly gets in and Spike whips JD to the ropes. Renegade steps up next to Spike and they double back body drop JD over onto the mat. JD bounces off the canvas, and Renegades goes for a quick pin.]

Tim: Early pin attempt here...

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

Gary Luger: Ah, I knew it.

Jeff: Yeah, just like you knew it last week when they beat your ass, right?

Tim: Jeff, please.

Gary Luger: Yeah, I'd watch your mouth.

[Renegade lifts up JD to his feet and locks on a standing head scissors. Spike tries to get the fans to cheer as Renegade lifts JD up in the air. JD turns at the peak of the move though, and remains on Renegade' shoulders; facing the same way. JD tries to deliver a reverse hurricanrana, but Renegade holds onto his legs. Spike quickly hops onto the ropes and dives off the top for a dropkick. At the last second, though, JD pulls himself back onto Renegade's shoulders and Spike dropkicks Renegade's back. JD rolls through with the move into a victory roll.]

Tim: WHOA!!

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

Gary Luger: This JD Smack kid doesn't look half bad.

JEff: Yeah, neither did your mother.

Gary Luger: What was that?

Jeff: Um, nothing...

[JD quickly gets to his feet and tags in Greb Bowman, as he ref escorts Spike out of the ring. JD picks up Renegade and whips him to the far ropes. Bowman quickly springs up to the top rope and flies halfway across the ring - dropping Renegade with a HUGE high cross body. Bowman quickly rolls off of him and signals for JD to pick him up. JD does so, as the ref stays occupied with Spike. Both Bowman and JD lock on a front chancery now, and spike down Renegade with a double DDT.]

Tim: Aggression!!

Gary Luger: The CD?

Tim: No, the move.

Gary Luger: Ah... Well, I'm not surpised at all that Renegade and Spike are losing this one. It was a horrible idea them aligning in the firts place.

Jeff: Is that why you're out here?

[JD slips out of the ring now, as Bowman lifts up Renegade. Bowman starts taunting to the crowd, but is suddenly kicked in the gut by Renegade. Renegade follows up with a standing head scissors and then a STIFF powerbomb right in the middle of the ring. Bowman twitches a few times, as Renegade falls backwards and tag Spike into the ring.]

Tim: What a THUNDEROUS Powerbomb!!

Gary Luger: Yeah, I've felt that before...

[Spike gets in the ring and begins punching on Bowman. Bowman recovers and gives Spike an eyerake. Greg goes for a powerbomb, but Spike flips over onto the mat and runs to the ropes. He springboards off with a dropkick while Bowman stays standing. Spike runs to the other side and does another dropkick and drops Bowma nto the mat. Spike springboards off again and hits a BEAUTIFUL corkscrew moontault. Spike quickly slides off of Bowman over to Renegade for the tag.]

Jeff: Wow, Spike just beat some ass!!

[Spike remains in the ring, as Renegade enters. This brings in JD Smack. JD runs across the ring and tries to spear Spike. Spike leapfrogs the spear though, and JD hits the corner. Spike quickly bounds up to the top rope as Renegade gets dropped by Bowman with a piledriver. JD lays perpendicular to the corner as Spike reaches the top. Spike faces away from JD and then leaps off the turnbuckle. Spike amazingly does a swanton bomb, while moving backwards. He lands right on top of JD, who grunts out in pain.]

Tim: Christ, that was impressive!!

Jeff: Ever felt that one Luger?

Gary Luger: Nope, can't say that I have.

[The ref forces both JD and Spike out of the ring, as Bowman lays into Renegade with rights and lefts. Bowman whips Renegade to the ropes and takes him over with a hiptoss. Renegade quickly gets to his feet, and Bowman takes him over with a powerslam. Bowman begins frantically dropping elbows and knees across Renegade's head. Bowman now stands over Renegade laughing, when suddenly - Renegade grabs him by the throat.]

Jeff: Uh-oh...

Gary Luger: *sarcastically*GREEEEAT!

[Renegade stands back up with Bowman by the throat. Renegade hoists Greg into the air, preparing for a monsterous chokeslam, when suddenly "Crazy legs" by (hed) p.e. blasts form the PA system.]

Tim: Who?

Jeff: Oh my god! It's Silky!

[Silky comes barrel assin' down the ramp, clad in his new red tights with the "S" swirls down the sides, and his red and black silk shirt, unbuttoned, his sex necklace bouncing off his chest, chair in hand. Near the ring, the ref is still busy with Spike and JD - who are now fighting on the outside.]

Gary Luger: Silky Palms, huh?

Tim: What is he doing here? Is this an attack on the newcomers, or Renegade... Look!

[Silky slides into the ring, and without breaking stride cracks the chair over Renegades head, causing him to drop Greg. Silky nearly trips over himself with the force of the swing... He stops only when he reaches the opposite corner. Spike, realizing what has happened, breaks off the battle with JD and slides in, only to have Silky toss the chair to him just as he stands, the hits a sidekick into it, knocking it into his face... laying him out cold. Amazingly, the ref sees none of this.]

Jeff: Silky Shuffle! And Silky has laid out the team of Renegade and Spike, singlehandedly, in a matter of moments!

Gary Luger: Awwwww...

Time: But look!

[Silky Stirkes a pose, flexing his arms and shoulders while making a Superman-esque "S" with his fingers, like a Compton gang symbol... Suddenly, Renegade rises up behind Silky, growling, blood trickling form his opened eyebrow... Silky turns to a right in the jaw, staggering him, and Renegade closes in... however, the fatigue from the match, and Silky's freshness and cunning allow for him to break-fall through the ropes, to the safety of the outside... Renegade leans over the ropes, shaking his fist at Silky, who backs up the ramp rubbing his jaw, just as JD and Greg hit him with stereo dropkicks in the back, slamming him forward against the ropes, and springing him back onto the mat.]

Tim: Wow, Silky Plams just cleaned house...

Jeff: Damn, I thought you'd try and do that Luger.

Gary Luger: What?

[JD and Bowman get up in the ring and signal for the end. Bowman picks up Renegade and JD picks up Spike. They put them back to back in the middle of the ring and then whip them to opposite ropes. Spike reverses the whip though, and JD goes into the ropes. Both Spike and Bowman lift up JD and Renegade, respectively, for a flapjack. In mid-air, Renegade grabs JD in a front chancery and falls backwards with Spike - driving down JD with a high angle DDT.]

Jeff: OH SHIT!!

Gary Luger: AW DAMMIT!!

Tim: That was the High School Dropout!!

[Spike tries to fend off Bowman from breaking up Renegade's pin on JD, as the ref slides in for the cover.]

Jeff: Block him, Spike... Block him!!

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

Gary Luger: What the hell!?!

[Bowman drops to the mat in anger, as Spike turns around to celebrate the victory. As he does, though, Bowman rises and kicks him right in the back of the head with a standing side kick. Spike crumbles onto the rising Renegade, as Bowman grabs JD and pulls him out of the ring.]

Tim: Well, all was not lost with the Partners in Crime - they put up a good fight.

Jeff: Good... but they stil lost.

[Renegade helps Spike abck to his feet, and the two begin chasing Bowman and JD back to locker room. They cut to the announce table now.]

Tim: Well, Gary, thank you for joining us for the match.

Gary Luger: No problem, Tim. It’s been a pleasure.

[Gary then takes off his headset and sets it down on the table. He turns around to return to the backstage area, but then spins round and nails Jeff with a hard right to the forehead! Gary then grabs Jeff by the collar and picks him up from behind the announce table, chokes him a little and then whips him into the steel ring steps, where Jeff then collapses in a heap.]

Gary Luger: Suck that, ho-bag! Give me the mic, Nigel.

[Nigel Rolston hands Gary the mic as he climbs into he ring. He walks into the center of the ring and lifts the mic to his lips, the crowd in hushed expectation of what he will have to say about this.]

Gary Luger: Did you see that coming, Mr. Robinson? Was that the usual crap that you would expect from a former XCW wrestler? True, the fed wasn’t around long and it has very little legacy, but that shouldn’t detract from my achievements there. I still went there and conquered the place. What more could you ask for? A lot more, it would seem from listening to your shit week in, week out. Every week when I have come out here, all you have done is give me abuse, belittling what I accomplished, telling me that the belt I won, and still have, is worthless. You know how that feels, Jeff? You know how it makes you feel so strongly about proving that person wrong? If you didn’t before, then you are beginning to realise that now. Still though you haven’t fully understood. Not even close to it. You keep saying how you think the XCW was a joke, that nothing that happened there is worth the paper it’s recorded on. You accuse the people there of being the least-talented walkovers the world has known. You go on about how my title there meant nothing. Prove it, Jeff, that’s right, I said prove it. If you are so sure of yourself, then try me on for size. I think you’d be made to look a fool.

[Gary pauses as Jeff slowly makes it to his feet with the aid of the ring steps. Jeff has a look of horror on his face, not truly believing what he is hearing. As the time passes on, his face becomes whiter with everything he hears, obviously not feeling so cock-sure now. Gary looks over at Jeff, and a huge grin spreads over his face.]

Gary Luger: You need me to repeat that for you? No, I didn’t think so. You heard every word loud and fucking clear. You understand what this means to you, Jeff? Here I am, one of the worst wrestlers the world has ever had the misfortune of having to watch, that’s a fair description wouldn’t you say? Anyway, here I am, offering you the chance to humiliate me, show everyone watching that you really are the wrestling God you claim to be. Next week, Jeff, I am offering you the chance to show me up in front of my fans, yes Jeff – I have fans, at the Joe Louis Arena in Detroit, Michigan. You and me, Jeff, one-on-one in a no disqualification match for the HWF Hardcore title. Think about it, Jeff, look at what you can gain from it. You get the chance to make me look fucking dumb and win the title. What more could you ask for? Suppose I was to gain the shock win over you, what is there for me to gain from the match? Nothing apart from keeping my title. The benefits for you greatly outweigh the costs. This is a once in a lifetime offer, whore. Give it some thought, Jeff, think about it very carefully. This could be the chance for you to prove your doubters wrong, to end once and for all their claims that you are nothing but bold, brash talk and show that you can back it all up. So you can take it or leave it, Jeff, it’s entirely your call, I don’t care if you accept the challenge now, during the week or not at all. Trust me, come Suicide next week, I will come out to the ring at the given time, and I will wait for you to join me in the ring. To be honest, I don’t expect you to turn up, but I will be ready just in case the impossible happens, the impossible being that you grow some balls between now and then. Heed this advice, “Pride is the common forerunner of a fall”, ponder that phrase, Jeff and work out what I am saying to you. You will then know what the right course of action is. Do something intelligent for once in your life.

[Gary then hands the mic back to Nigel Rolston and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air as the fans cheer him loudly for standing up for himself. Gary then slides out of the ring and heads back up the ramp. Finally some color returns to Jeff’s face and he goes back to take his place at the announce table, trying to straighten out his clothes and tidy his hair up. The crowd laugh at him as he tries to cover the fact that he just got thrown around like a rag-doll, to which he replies by just giving them all the finger.]

Tim: Well, Jeff, you just got the shit kicked out of you...

[Jeff looks very pissed, as he puts his headset back on.]

Jeff: What the fuck was that for anyway!?!

Tim: I knew the day would come where your talking would get you in trouble man... You gonna take this match?

Jeff: Of course... I mean, no... I mean... DAMMIT, I don't know!

Tim: I would if I were you, Luger just beat the livi-

Jeff: Can we just go to commercials or something!?!

Tim: Oh... I guess.

[Commercials]

Tim: Alright fans, we're back and I'm being told that we're gonna get some words fro mthe Wrecking Crew before our next match. You doing okay Jeff?

Jeff: SHUDDUP!! I'll get my edge back...

[The lights in the stadium dim as the camera focuses on the HWF-tron. On the massive screen stretches a gigantic brickwall, with nothing more than a low rumbling sound emitting from the PA system. The rumbling gets louder and louder as it becomes clear it's a loud engine on full throttle. The roar reaches its apex has the brickwall explodes, and a large, Ford Duelly Pickup blasts through as the lights flash wildly to the opening riff of "Lakini's Juice". From the entrance stands Rickey, flanked by new Wrecking Crew teammates Buck and Nikki Williams. The three talk back and forth as a chorus of boos gets louder from the audience. They start walking down the rampway, stopping only when Rickey has words with a few fans, slide into the ring, and mount the nearest two turnbuckles. Buck stares out at the crowd with an evil grin, while Big Texas pumps his arms in the air. Both men dismount and circle the ring, while Nikki runs and fetches a microphone. She tosses it to Buck, who leans up against the ropes, facing the rampway.]

Buck: I just wanted to come out here, in front of all our fans, and explain exactly what happened last sunday night - as Drake hinted to earlier.

Tim: I don't know anything about Buck Williams, but he appears to be running things now for the Wrecking Crew.

Jeff: Does he have a choice? Wildcat's wormfood, and Rickey Williams is too stupid to have a career on his own!

Tim: For you fans that did not get to see Parade of Cannibals, or weren't tuning in earlier tonight, Wildcat Williams tragically passed away on the ride to the hospital after that brutal Double Hell Match with our new Tag Champions, Warriors of the Rising Sun BETA. If you wish to send condolences to his family, please send them to 'farewellwildcat@hard2thecore.com'.

Jeff: It's just as well. As much as he drank he would killed himself before too long anyways.

Tim: Jeff, sometimes I really can't stand you...

Buck: I'm sorry to say that before my cousin lost his life last week, we unfortunately were not on very good terms. I'm not going to place blame here, but I'm trying to explain my disposition and what I was thinking when I jumped from the crowd and attacked Billy, and then sliced him with the sickle, leaving him bleeding in the ring.

Jeff: See? He has a good reason!

Tim: Shut up, Jeff.

Buck: The sad fact is that I didn't know that the timer was so close to 0. Had I been watching the clock, I surely would have saved my family member from the jaws of death. I was trying to get even with him for misdeeds against me in the past, and things just got out of hand.

[Deafening boos from the fans at Buck, who shrugs his shoulders and looks around bewildered. Rickey leans against a far turnbuckle, listening very intently.]

Buck: Hey look, that's exactly what happened, whether you believe it or not. I didn't mean to have Billy get seriously hurt, and I'm sure my other family members will forgive me for a horrible mistake. But unlike all of you, I've faced up to what I did wrong, and I've come to make it right; together with my brother Rickey, I will take Wrecking Crew and make it the best tag team in the HWF once again. I won't do it for myself, I will instead do it in honor of my late cousin.

Jeff: I believe him. Accidents do happen. Like the time I forgot to tell this one chick I was about to blow my loa...

Tim: Oh good God.

[Satisfied with his explanation, Buck turns and hands the mic over to Rickey, who starts pacing in the ring. Nikki leans over the ropes and motions for the crowd to be quiet.]

Rickey: Basically, I only got one thing to say to all you sumbitches out here. You sit around watchin' the tube at home, or you buy your tickets and come to the arena, and you rag on me and my kin because of what happened to Wildcat. Things ain't always right between family, and sometimes, they go too far to get back at one another. Buck here don't owe you a damn thing, but he felt he needed to come out here and clear the air anyway. I don't owe you a damn thing either, but I'll tell you this much; Buck and Big Texas are the new Wreckin' Crew, and if you don't like it, then you can kiss my Texas ass.

[The boos get louder and louder as Wrecking Crew slide out of the ring and begin walking back, when all of a sudden "Turn Towards the Mirror" by Double Trouble hits the speakers. Wrecking Crew look around in surprise, and quickly slide back into the ring to await whoever comes down the ramp.]

Tim: It looks like somebody isn't satisfied with Buck's explanation, folks!

Jeff: Let them fight it out I say! Just send Nikki to me so I can rub hot Velveeta cheese on her ass!

Tim: I pray for the day you finally get arrested, Jeff.

[The fans get quieter in anticipation, and then burst into cheers as Joanna jumps from the curtain. She looks toward the ring with a very stern expression, and quickly makes her way to the apron in a fiery red halter top and tight cowskin design leather pants, and quickly slides in, getting right in the face of Buck Williams, who looks mildy amused. Joanna quickly grabs the mic from the floor to speak.]

Joanna: I don't know about everybody else listening to this crap, but I don't believe one thing that's come out of your mouth since I've met you.

[Loud pop from the crowd until Buck grabs the mic from Joanna. The cheers then quickly turn to boos, and then to an "ASS-HOLE, ASS-HOLE" chant.]

Buck: Joanna, your a fiesty one I'll give you that. I can see why Billy and Rickey over here liked you so much. But what I say goes in this family, and whether you like it or not, I'm replacing Billy, and I'm going to finally give Wrecking Crew a chance at the glory they were too mediocre to capture before I arrived.

Tim: Joanna showing alot of bravery here, stepping face to face with the man that nearly gutted Wildcat like a pig.

Jeff: This is already getting boring. No fire, no tables, no nudity. Where the hell are those damn midgets when you need them? I wanna see little people!

Buck: Tell you what I'm going to do, Joey. I'm a forgiving man, so I'll offer a compromise; you stay quietly out of the way of Wrecking Crew, and we'll just leave well enough alone.

Joanna: And what if I don't? What if I decide to be a pain in your ass at every damn match, just like Wildcat would've if he was here?

[Huge pop from the fans has Buck smiles and gets right in the face of Joanna. Nikki deftly and quickly moves behind Joanna, crouching and getting ready.]

Buck: Wrong answer, little girl. Definitely a wrong answer.

[Nikki quickly reels Joanna around, giving her a quick kick to the gut. Joanna doubles over, gasping for air, as Nikki quickly grabs her by the hair and slams her face to the mat with an X-Factor. Rickey looks as if he's about to rush in to help Joanna, but he stops just short, and instead slides out of the ring and heads up the rampway.]

Tim: Rickey Williams has just left Joanna to the sharks! He just turned his back on his only friend!

Jeff: Bah. Chicks are a dime a dozen.

[By now Buck is leaned over Joanna and punching her repeatedly with right hands. Nikki has slid out of the ring, and rummages until she finds a chair, and then slides it to Buck.]

Tim: He wouldn't!

Jeff: Hell yeah!

[Joanna slowly staggers to her feet, as Buck readies the steel chair. Joanna circles until she faces Buck, who quickly blasts her upside the head with the chair. The boos are near deafening as Buck slides out of the ring, grabs Nikki, and heads up the rampway, laughing the entire way. Joanna rolls slowly in the ring, holding her head, as EMT's come to ringside to check on her.]

Tim: Folks, that was just...sickening.

Jeff: C'mon, Tim. It's the best type of foreplay. If you beat a chick she always comes back for more!

Tim: Stay with us folks. More action coming after this.

[Commercials]

Tim: Alright folks, we're back and ready for our Smackdown Championship Match...

Jeff: Or lack there of... Trey's retiring tonight in his hometown!!

["Living In Chaos" By Offspring sounds throughout the arena. The boos flare up from the crowd as the music play. Upon the music reaching a constant beat Chris Styles emerges from the curtains, lacking the sort of energy he usually has, merely walking out, head down. Styles continues to walk, walking right past the top of the ramp where a few seconds later, behind Styles, white, silver and yellow pyro-techniques go off. The crowds attitude has changed from boos to a sort of confusion as Styles rolls in the ring and makes his way to a far turnbuckle, resting himself against it, showing no emotion.]

Jeff: *sarcastically* Man, Styles looks FIRED UP BABY!!

Tim: That's not funny Jeff, I wonder what's wrong with him...

[Suddenly, "The World is Not Enough REMIX" hits the speakers, as Michael Trey comes out from the back. He's dressed in his normal street clothes, and also walks down to the ring with a dejected look on his face. Blake Frost and Claire follow him down to the ring and take their spot at ringside. Trey slowly gets into the ring and asks for a mic. Nigel throws one in and Trey catches it. Styles gets in a fighting stance, but Trey signals 'no'. Styles shrugs his shoulders and leans back as Trey raises the mic to his mouth.]

Tim: Is he REALLY gonna reti-

[Suddenly, "Clubbed to Death" by Rob D hits the speakers. The fans erupt in boo's as Shawn Collins comes out fro mthe back with a mic in hand. He immediately cuts the music as Trey glares over at him. Collins begins speaking, with a big smile on his face.]

Shawn Collins: Trey, Trey, Trey... I am so gald that you've finally decided to call it quits here in the HWF. I can't explain how much respect I have for you now!!

[Boo's come from every end of the Wisconsin Arena. Collins looks around with a confused look on his face. Trey looks despereate in the ring, but still a little annoyed.]

Shawn Collins: Wait, hold up a second... Trey, this is what you want right? To get out of the HWF?

[Trey nods in approval. Collins gets a grin on his face.]

Shawn Collins: Well, you know what? ... It ain't happening!!

[Trey looks at him in disbelief, as Collins pulls out Trey's contract from his back pocket. More boo's are heard from the crowd, as Collins continues.]

Shawn Collins: Y'know Mikey, before you came out here to give your farewell speech, you should have reviewed your contract. In section II, for example, there's a clause that states your release must be approved by a two-thirds majority of staff. Well, we did vote, and Chaz was the only one who thought you should leave. So, it looks like you're not going anywhere!!

[A ton of boo's come from the crowd, as Collins stuff the contract back into his pocket.]

Shawn Collins: Have a good match Michael!

[Collins drops the mic and makes his way to the back again. Trey gets a depressed look on his face, now, as he drops the mic in the ring.]

Tim: That's bullshit!!

Jeff: That's genius!! I love Shawn Collins!!

Tim: So, are we gonna actually have a match here?

[The bell rings out, as Trey cracks his knuckles. Styles tries to pump himself up a little and walks out towards Trey. The two lock up in the center of the ring, and Trey pushes Styles off. Styles comes right back, but Trey pushes him off again. Styles runs at Trey for a clothesline, but Trey ducks and dropkicks him in the back. Styles drops to a knee and then pounds his fist on the mat. He gets up and tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head.]

Tim: Neither of these men look themselves tonight...

Jeff: Yeah, if they were gonna act like this - they shouldn't be getting a shot at the vacant Smackdown Title!!

[Styles comes at Trey again, who easily pulls him into a side headlock. Trey quickly switches it into a front chancery, and then right into an inverted facelock. Trey snaps to the right and turns the move into a neckbreaker. The fans pop, as Styles rolls up to his knees and pounds the mat again. Trey awaits him to get up. Styles stands up and runs at Trey - who easily hiptosses him over onto the mat.]

Tim: Michael Trey is disecting Chris Styles.

Jeff: Chris Styles lacks intensity!!

[Styles gets up once more and lgoes after Trey. The two men lock up again, and Trey forces Styles into a rear waistlock. Trey pushes Styles off to the ropes, and then catches him in a back body drop on the way back. Styles gets up again and goes after Trey, who drops him hard with a standing side kick. Styles drops straight to the ground and then rolls out to the outside.]

Jeff: God, I feel bad for Styles...

Tim: It's like he's not even fighting it.

[Styles takes a moment to catch his breath. Gaining his composure Styles looks towards the ring and Trey, taking a second then saying something along the lines of “screw it” while waving both his arms at the ring. Styles then turns from the ring and walks up the ramp, looking back over his shoulder upon reaching the top of the ramp, but continuing and disappearing through the curtains to the backstage. Trey stands in the ring, staring up the ramp confused. The ref calls for the bell, and says something to Nigel.]

Tim: What the hell!?!

Jeff: NO!! Trey didn't ju-

Nigel Rolston: Due to forfeit, your NEW Smackdown! Champion is... MICHAEL TREY!!

Jeff: NO!!

[The ref tries to hand Michael Trey the belt, but Trey declines. The ref looks strangely at Trey, but then Frost taps the ref on the back. The ref turns around to see Claire and Frost with extended arms. The ref shrugs his shoulders and hands them the belt.]

Tim: Well, I guess Trey didn't want the Smackdown Title.

Jeff: That's because he didn't earn it!!

[Trey is about to leave the ring, when "Clubbed to Death" hits the speakers once again. Trey gets the 'what now?' look on his face as Collins emerges from the back again.] Shawn Collins: HOLD UP!! HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!

[The crowd is confused, but Collins settles them down.]

Shawn Collins: That wasn't even a match, Trey. I don't know what the hell that was... If you really want that Smackdown Championship, then you're gonna have to earn it. You're gonna have to pin someone tonight if you want to leave the arena with that belt!!

[The crowd starts yelling out names, but Collins keeps shaking his head 'no'. Suddenly, behind Trey - Phoenix appears in the ring. Claire and Frost don't see him either.]

Jeff: Phoenix is HERE!! THERE HE IS!!

Shawn Collins: The man you will fight for the belt is someone you know well. He is, none other than...

[Suddenly, Phoenix grabs Trey in an inverted facelock and hoists him into the air. Collins yells out just as Phoenix drops Trey with an inverted implant DDT.]

Shawn Collins: ...PHOENIX!!

Tim: And Into the Ashes!!

[Shawn laughs to himself, as the ref holds back Claire and Frost from coming into the ring. Phoenix spits on Trey's face, and then lifts him back up. Trey looks dead on his feet, as Phoenix forces him into another inverted facelock.]

Tim: No, not again!!

[Just then, another man slides into the ring with a steel chair. He sort of resembles Blake Frost - but is still unknown. The man winds up and smashes Phoenix with the chair right in the head. The seat of the chair flies out of the ring, as this mystery man rolls Trey on top of Phoenix.]

Jeff: What the fuck!?!

[The ref turns around to see the pin. He shrugs his shoulders and then drops to the mat.]

Jeff: KICKOUT PHOENIX!!

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

Tim: Trey is STILL the champion!!

[Trey's music hits again, as Collins angirly stomps into the back. Claire and Frost slide in the ring now, along with this mystery man. Frost and Claire go right up to the mystery man. They begin talking to each other, and then all three help Trey up to his feet. Trey recognizes the mysteru man as well, and all four talk in the middle of the ring.]

Tim: Who the hell is this guy!?!

Jeff: I have no clue...

Tim: Well, we'll have to wait to find out. We're almost out of time. Stay with us folks, Sterling versus Starr after this!!

[Commercials]

Tim: Alright, welcome back fans... We're ready for our main event.

Jeff: Or, as I call it, the Lance Sterling hour!!

Tim: Whatever...

[The lights dim down some, and the crowd starts to get to their feet and cheer. Suddenly, an explosion goes off at the entranceway, as it "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains blasts onto the speakers! From out of the back, comes none other than "The Hardcore Hero" Jayson Starr. He has on his trademark shades, and leather jacket, which reads "HARDCORE HERO" on the back in red. Jayson looks around for a bit, then he starts walking towards the ring. He gets to it, and climbs up onto the apron. He turns to look at the crowd, who cheers him on. Jayson smirks, then climbs into the ring through the ropes. He walks around some, then hops up on a turnbuckle and puts his hands into the air, listening to the crowd cheer. He then hops off, and takes his jacket off. He removes his shades, and tosses them into the crowd, for some lucky person to have. Jayson tests out the ropes some, then adjusts his gloves. The music slowly dies down and the lights return to normal, as Jayson has a look of supreme readiness in his eyes.]

Tim: And there's one of the only good guys left in this company... Jayson Starr!!

Jeff: Good guys!?!

Tim: YEAH!

Jeff: Child, somebdy told you wrong...

[Suddenly, the lights cut out, thrusting the arena in darkness for a split second before mult-colored strobe lights begin to flash around. The intro to "Slow" by Professional Murder Music starts up over the PA system. The heavy beat kicks it at the 8 second mark, and a _HUGE_ explosion of pyro shakes the arena. As the smoke clears, Lance Sterling walks out onto the stage, the colored lights giving his muscular body an eerie glow. His ring attire consists of short black trunks with his name in gold lettering across the front, black elbow and knee pads, and black boots. Sterling walks down to the ring, and stops on the apron to look around at the crowd. He gets in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle, raising one fist in the air as the music fades out, and lighting returns to normal. Sterling jumps down and turns to Jayson.]

Tim: HWF fans... This IS your main event!!

Jeff: And Lance is gonna beat some ass!!

[Jayson dashes out towards Sterling levels him with a right hand. Sterling fires back with a right of his own. The two battle like gladiators in the middle of the ring, as the fans go into a frenzy with cheers and flash photography. Sterling eventually gains the upperhand, and punches Starr back to the ropes. Sterling hastily rings out one of Starr's arms and then whips him to the other side. Starr reverses the whip, though, and pulls Sterling into a monstrous spinning spinebuster. The roof is blown off the Wisconsin Arena upon impact. Starr quickly pops up to his feet and tells Sterling to get up. Sterling does so, but Starr drops him straight back down with a powerslam. Another huge cheer from the fans, as Sterling rolls to the outside for a breather.]

Tim: Jayson Starr is a burning house of bricks tonight!!

Jeff: C'mon Lance, regain your breath and try this time!!

Tim: Um, I think he was trying Jeff...

Jeff: No, he was just making Starr look good so his victory later on will be that much sweeter.

[Tim glares at Jeff, as Lance hops back up to the apron. Starr runs at Lance now, but Lance knees him in the stomach. Lance locks Starr in suplex over the ropes and tries to lfit him up. Starr doesn't budge though, and then lifts up Stelring vertical. Starr steps back a little with Sterling, but Sterling kicks his legs and eventually floats over onto his feet. Starr turns around, only to get a right hand to the jaw. Starr staggers back to the ropes, and Sterling measures him. Sterling goes for a clothesline, but Starr runs under his arm. Sterling bounces off the ropes, and ducks a Starr clothesline himself. Sterling kicks Starr in the gut now, and then sends him over the top rope with a STIFF standing side kick. Starr falls all the way to the outside, and sterling walks out after him.]

Tim: HOLLYW-

Jeff: HOLLYWOOD HANGOVER!!

Tim: I was gonna say that.

Jeff: Ah, well, you didn't...

Tim: Don't make me get Luger back out here.

[Sterling drops to the outside and lifts Starr up. As Starr rises, he nails Sterling with a low blow. Sterling doubles over, and Starr throws Sterling right onto the announcers table.]

Tim: Fire in the hole!!

Jeff: Hey Starr, move the action back into the ring!!

[Starr smirks at Jeff, as he hops up onto the table. He locks Sterling right into a head scissors and tries to lfit him up. Sterling won't go though, so Starr starts pounding him on the back. Starr tries to lifts up Sterling again, but Sterling only goes up halfway. Starr signals for a chair now, and a fan throws him one. Starr catches it and smashes it on Lance's spine. Lance drops to a knee and Starr tries to lifts him up again. This time, Sterling goes up and Starr immediately drops - shattering the table with a bocced pilerdriver.]

Jeff: HOLY SHIT!!

["H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F"]

Tim: Jayson Starr just drove Sterling through that table with the Third Impact!!

Jeff: You stupid ingra-

[Jeff becomes silent as Jayson begins to rise again. Starr falls backward, holding his tailbone. He calls for another chair, and another fan obliges. Sterling slowly rises, somehow after that move, as Starr waits for him. Sterling gets to his feet now, and Starr swings the chair - baseball style. Sterling ducks the shot, though, and drops Starr with a neckbreaker on the outside. Starr's chair hits himself in the face, and Sterling quickly gets up to stomp it back down. Sterling grabs the chair now and sets it up next to Starr. Starr stays down, as Sterling gets onto the chair. Amazingly, the four-time champ hits a moonsault right onto Starr.]

Jeff: My god, he's amazing!!

Tim: That was pretty impressive... I must admit.

Jeff: Yes, you must!

[Sterling gets to his feet and starts taunting the crowd. He grabs the chair he just jumped off of, and folds it up. Sterling glares at the chair and then brings it down onto Starr's stomach. Sterling recoils and throws the chair into the ring. Sterling picks up Starr, now, and begins leveling him with right and left hands. Starr falls back to the apron and Sterling winds up for a clothesline. Starr ducks again, and Sterling's arm hits the ropes. Sterling bounces back towards the broken announce table and Starr kicks him in the gut. Starr tries to turn it into a stunner, but Sterling pushes him off into the paorn again. Sterling quickly brings Starr around for a uranage, but Starr reverses it into an STO on the outside.]

Tim: Nice STO by Jayson Starr!!

[Starr quickly lifts up Sterling and throws him right back into the ring. Starr slides in, as Sterling crawls to the other side and rolls to the outside. Starr casually picks up the chair in the ring, and steps out onto the apron. Sterling turns around, and Starr throws the chair to him. Sterling catches it, and Starr dropkicks it right back into his face fro mthe apron.]

Tim: Even nicer Dropkick by Jayson Starr!!

Jeff: Argh... Lance was doing so well...

[Starr gets up on the outside, and lifts up Sterling. A little crimson shows on Sterling's forehead, as Starr drags him up the rampway. They reach the top of the ramp and Starr throws Sterling backstage.]

Jeff: Where the hell are they going!?!

Tim: I dunno... but we better get a camera back there!!

[The ref, who has been un-needed so far, runs to the back after the men. After about five or ten seconds, they cut to a new shot. You see Starr and Sterling backstage - fighting near a big metal garage door. Starr is in control, and whips Sterling into the door. Sterling turns around now, as Starr looks around for something to beat Sterling with.]

Tim: What's Jayson looking for?

[Suddenly, Starr's eyes become fixated on a large red button. Sterling tiredly watches on, as Starr taps the red button. The door of the garage suddenly begins raising. Starr walks back toward Sterling, who grabs onto the bottom of the door andgoes into the air with the door. Starr runs to get him down, but Sterling drops with a double axehandle onto him. Starr drops onto the concrete, and Sterling looks out into the Milwaukee night.]

Tim: Great, now they're leaving the arena...

Jeff: Hey, you leave Lance out of this!!

Tim: Out of what!?!

[Sterling quickly lifts up Starr and throws him into the cool night's air. Sterling follows up and begins stomping Jayson in the middle of the praking area. Sterling lifts him up, now, and locks on a standing head scissors. You can hear the fans inside of the arena begin to cheer and boo as Sterling grabs Jayson around the waist. Sterling tries to lift Starr up, but he doesn't budge. Suddenly, Star gets his second wind and backdrops Sterling over onto the HARD, cold concrete.]

Tim: And Jayson Starr recovers!!

Jeff: Man, I hate the HWF!!

[Sterling slowly rises to his feet, and Starr levels him with right hand after right hand after right hand. Sterling falls back into a parked van, and the alarm starts going off. Starr pulls Lance towards him and locks him right in a full nelson. The fans inside the arena cheer, as you suddenly see some headlights in the background.]

Tim: What the shit!?!

[Jayson releases the hold and turns around, just to see a black 2001 Mercedes Benz coming right for him. Jayson jumps onto the hood and the car throws him five or ten feet forward - back into the arena.]

Tim: WHO THE HELL IS THAT!?!

[The car comes to a stop, and the door opens. Sterling begins to get up, now, as Johnny Drake appears from the car. Jayson, who doesn't look seriously injured, looks up at him as he starts to talk.]

Johnny Drake: Hey Jayson... you fuck with one of us... you fuck with us all!!

[Drake helps Sterling into the car, where you see Shawn Collins as well. The car door shuts, and hastily drives off into the darkness.]

Tim: That's our time folks, see you next week!!

[The car disappears now, and they cut to Jayson Starr - who lays on the concrete holding his ribs. The ref checks on him now, as Jayson ignores help. Jayon gets up and stares off into the distance as Suicide comes to a close. Fade to black.]