 May 12th, 2001 [6:58 pm | The Joe Louis Arena | Detroit, Michigan] Tim: Well Jeff it looks as if we're already in for some bad news. Apparently Gavin Coens is still in Hamilton undergoing many tests to pinpoint the injuries he received at the hands of Kyle Solomon at PoC3. Coens will not be here tonight and that means the Canadian Title match will be a one on one between David Zakin and Chris Davison. Jeff: No God at Saturday Suicide? What have we done to be foresaken? And how can we make it up to him? We should build churches in his honour! Tim: How about a human sacrifice? I think I know exactly who we could use. *Tim glares at Jeff* Jeff: Yea, me too, but I'm not quite sure that dick Sterling would go for it. Tim: Do you know the meaning of the word "slow"? Jeff: No, but I like ducks. Tim: ... Shouldn't you be getting ready for a match? Jeff: Umm... oh yeah... excuse me. Tim: We'll be back folks. [Commercials.] [The scene cuts to backstage, where we see Jeff Robinson, dressed in casual street clothes, hurrying around. Jeff seems to be slightly anxious and is walking around, looking all over the place. The camera follows him walking around, and he walks round a corner and he bumps right into Lance Sterling, bouncing off him. He looks up at him and suddenly looks more relaxed.] Jeff: Ah, the man I was looking for, The Greatest. Lance Sterling: I am he, what is it to you, mortal? Jeff: Well, Lance, I have a favor to ask of you. Did you see what happened last week on Saturday Suicide with that prick, Gary Luger and I? He had the audacity to attack me and challenge me to a match. Now of course I will go in there and show him up for the punkass he really is, but could you help me at all? Lance Sterling: Not a chance, you ran your mouth, now you can face the consequences for yourself. You dug the hole, you get out. Jeff: ... [Jeff is left speechless as his idol just brushes past him, not offering any assistance at all. Jeff looks very downcast now, but then his face lights up as he has an idea.] Jeff: Of course! Why didn't I think of that before? [Jeff then walks off quickly, breaking into a run. He runs down to the end of the corridor and then turns right. When he reaches the first dressing room, he stops and knocks. The camera shows the door and it shows the name "The Sexy Bitch" on the door. After a while, we here a shout, telling him to "Come in", which Jeff duly does.] Jeff: Silky! How's my favorite pimp? Silky Palms: Jeff? What the hell are you doing out here? The show is supposed to be starting in a little while. Jeff: I have a favor to ask, Silky, I need... Silky Palms: Look, Jeff, if this requires any effort from my part, then I'm not going to be able to do it. I have a match tonight, and I also have a beautiful girlfriend who needs some careful attention. Now please leave so I can get back to business. [Jeff looks dejected as he slowly turns on his heels and leaves Silky's dressing room. Closing the door behind him. He walks out into the corridor, and along walks David Zakin, kit bag slung over his shoulder. Jeff runs after him, and gets alongside him.] Jeff: Zakin! You know I've always loved your style, man. Can you help me? David Zakin: If it's mental help, then certainly, I call the guys with the white coats immediately. However, if you're on about your match with Gary Luger tonight, not a chance. You're going to deserve everything you get coming to you, I hope he kicks you shitless in the process. Now get out of my way, before I give Luger a bit of help in the match! [Jeff stops in his tracks, chin on his chest and he makes his slow way to where he is supposed to be.] [Commercials.] [Tim and Jeff have taken their seats, and then over the PA system starts the opening riff of "Full Nelson". As it gets to the chorus, Gary Luger appears from behind the curtain. He stands in the entrance way for a while, the hardcore title strapped round his waist. He looks around at the fans, and then runs down to the ring, sliding in and getting up in the middle of the ring. He raises both arms in the air in a clenched fist salute, before running over to the corner and jumping up to the top turnbuckle to salute the fans. He slips off the belt from his waist and holds it up to the fans, which gets a huge pop. Then he does a back-flip back down to the mat again and he walks over to the side of the ring nearest to the announce table. He leans over the rope, and stretches out one hand in which he has the belt, as if he is offering it to Jeff. He smiles and tries to coax Jeff into the ring, but Jeff doesn't move a muscle, gripped by the fear of what might happen. Gary then walks over to Rolston and asks for the mic.] Gary Luger: **sarcastically** Jeffy boy! What's the matter? You're not scared of a wuss like me are you? Look, I've told you what is there for the taking, there's nothing else I can add. Can we have 30 seconds on the clock please?! [Up on the Extream screen, a large number 30 appears, and when Luger nods, it begins to count down. 30, 29, 28, 27, 26, 25...] Gary Luger: Time is ticking away, Jeff, are you sure you don't want this? (waves the title at him) [...21, 20, 19, 18, 17... Luger then hangs the belt over the top rope nearest to Jeff and he saunters back over to the other side of the ring, and climbs up so that he is lying on the top rope (Jericho-esque).] Tim: Come on, Jeff! Are you going to go for it or not? Jeff: ... [14,13,12,11...the crowd has quietened down, all of them getting annoyed that they aren't getting much action for their money at the moment. A few comments can be clearly heard from the crowd. Shouts of "Boring, boring Robinson" and "Jeff is a marmite miner" can be heard.] Tim: Can't you hear them, Jeff? They are expecting you to chicken out. Prove them wrong, go and get your...I mean, go and win that title. You aren't exactly dressed for the dance though, are you? Jeff: ... [The crowd are now counting down with the timer as it begins to run out. 6, 5, 4...3...2...1.....0. Jeff is still sat in his seat, and Luger is still lying on the top. The crowd groans as they see that the first scheduled match on the card isn't taking place. After a few more seconds, Luger rolls off of the top rope and picks the mic up again.] Gary Luger: **shrugs** Well, I guess we can't expect much more from the hippo-humper. I'm really sorry folks, I thought this would have been a lot of fun, but [Gary turns around so that he is looking up at the Extream screen] as we can see, the time ran out, and Jeff wasn't man enough to put his money where his mouth was. Maybe he will think twice about doing anything stupid in the fut... [Luger gets interrupted as he is smacked in the back of the head by the hardcore title. Whilst Luger was looking up at the Extream screen, he had his back turned to Jeff, so Jeff ripped off his jacket and trousers to reveal that he was dressed ready for combat. He ran into the ring, picking up the belt on the way and then cracked him hard across the back of the head with the gold. Luger though just rubs his head after the title shot, but appears to be unfazed. Jeff swings again and connects, but again the same result. Jeff draws back for another hit and goes to swing for Luger, but Gary then turns round and blocks the title shot, ripping the belt out of Jeff's hands.] Tim: Well people, it looks like this match is finally underway. [Luger still has the mic in his hand and with his other hand he grabs Jeff by the throat and holds him at arm's length so that no amount of kicking and punching can reach him. He lifts the mic to his lips and stares right into Jeff's eyes.] Gary Luger: Well well well, who would have thought it? Jeff instigating a cowardly attack on a man who has his back turned to him. Well I for one did, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist for long if I gave you the option to get a free, cheap shot in first. You didn't disappoint me, Jeff. Now, you need to be ready for the ride of your life! [Luger then throws the mic down and whips Jeff onto the ropes, but instead of bouncing off them, Jeff collapses through them to the outside.] Tim: Well, Jeff seems to be quite eager to take this to the outside already, hehehe. [Jeff gets up onto his feet and runs round the outside, never taking his eyes off Luger. He rushes to the opposite side of the ring, but Luger just stands in the center of the ring, watching Jeff's every move. Jeff starts to look around under the ring for anything that he might be able to use. He pulls out a trashcan, and a 2x4. Jeff picks the trashcan up and tries to throw it at Luger, but he dodges it with ease, laughing loudly. Jeff then grabs the 2x4 and slides into the ring and charges at Luger, swinging it wildly. Gary just stands there, smiling, and this fazes Jeff. Jeff reaches him and sees that Luger hasn't flinched at all. Jeff just shrugs and hits him in the chest with the 2x4, but Luger doesn't move. He swings again and hits him square in the chest. Luger this time is moved back slightly but doesn't show any outward sign of pain. He snatches the 2x4 from Jeff and throws it to the outside.] Tim: Uh-oh, I don't fancy Jeff's chances here. Folks, things could get messy from here on. [Luger grabs Jeff's arm and whips him into the corner, and runs in to follow up for more punishment. Jeff just cowers in the corner, but Luger stops just as he reaches him and grabs him by the arm and whips him to the opposite corner. Again Luger chases him into the corner, but this time just takes off and hits Jeff with a massive dropkick.] Tim: Nice offense here by Luger. Not letting Jeff get a chance to get his breath back. [Luger gets straight back up and climbs up onto the turnbuckle, sitting there and putting Jeff in a front face lock. Luger then jumps off and turns in the air, before driving Jeff's head into the mat.] Tim: Impressive tornado DDT there from Luger. I can't see Jeff getting back from this but I don't think that Luger is done yet anyway. [Luger stands up and walks over to the ropes, posing for the fans who cheer loudly for him. Luger walks back over to the center of the ring, where he pulls Jeff to his feet and locks a full nelson on him. Jeff is flailing around, and looks as if he is about to submit already, the full nelson being enough for him. Before he can shout out to the ref though, Luger lifts him high into the air and slams him down onto the mat on his back. Luger then runs over to the corner and climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. He raises his arms and the crowd pops madly. Then Luger leaps off and twists in the air before dropping a leg onto the still motionless Jeff.] Tim: Luger lands his corkscrew legdrop there, he calls it the "Tornado Twist" and it sure looks like Jeff is something that has just been tossed around by a tornado. [Luger gets to his feet straight away and he picks up the trashcan and positions it in the middle of the ring. He then pulls Jeff up and grabs him by the legs but then instead of sending him crashing to the mat in the Jailbreak, he just drops Jeff to the mat and slides out of the ring and looks under the ring for some new toys to play with. He pulls out tacks, barbed wire, and baseball bat. In the ring, Jeff has made it to his feet and is looking worried stood over at the other side of the ring, as far away as possible from Luger. Then over the PA system hits the twisted melodic beginning of "Sweet Dreams". Into the arena walks Havoc, a manic grin over his face. He is dressed in his huge bladed trench and his spiked gloves.] Tim: What is he doing out here now? He doesn't even have a match here tonight! Looks like Jeff is going to be in luck after all anyway though. [Luger throws the weapons into the ring and then jumps in, just as Jeff runs off up the ramp scared. He sees Havoc walking slowly and calmly down to the ring and rushes over to him, shouting loudly and gesticulating wildly, trying to persuade havoc to go down there and tear Luger apart. Havoc just grins and as Jeff reaches him he takes a huge backhanded swipe at Jeff, hitting him square across the jaw and knocking Jeff to the floor, bleeding from the shot. Havoc has got his studded gloves on again! Havoc continues to make his steady progress to the ring where Luger waits ready for him. Luger picks up the baseball bat and wraps some of the barbed wire around it. Havoc reaches the ring and steps over the ropes and goes into the ring. Still grinning, Havoc makes his way over to where Luger is standing. Luger has an intense look over his face, and they stop about a meter away from each other, and then Luger gets a smile over his face as well, and then suddenly takes a huge swing with the bat at Havoc's chest. Havoc doens't move as the blow hit it mark cutting Havoc's shirt and chest Luger smiling swings several more. Havoc miraculusly doesn't all as he keeps smiling.] Tim: Havoc is actually enjoying that?! He's inhuman! [Luger then throws the bat away, and now the action really starts, with both men exchanging hard, swift right hands, but after a short time Havoc gains the upper hand. When he gets Luger back on his heels, he clotheslines him to the floor, and then picks him up and gives him tilt-a-whirl slam, slamming him hard to the mat. The crowd boo loudly at the sight of their favorite getting manhandled in this way.] Tim: The fans certainly don't like what they are seeing here, and neither do I. I was looking forward to seeing Jeff get his ass kicked some more! Not have this freak come out here. [Havoc then wastes no time in picking Luger back up again and he positions him in a standing head scissors and lifts Luger in the air for a powerbomb, but just as he goes for it, Luger hits him with the baseball bat that he just managed to pick up. Havoc staggers back from the blow and Luger manages to slip out of his grasp. From the top of the ramp, about a dozen security guards rush out to try and appease the situation. Meanwhile in the ring, Luger gets into position and quickly gives Havoc a cradle DDT. Luger gets to his feet and is about to attack Havoc again, but four security men slide in and grab Luger, holding him back. Then Havoc gets to his feet and is about to go after Luger again when a security man steps between him and Luger, and Havoc just palms the man's face and throws him over the top rope in an amazing show of power. Havoc then relaxes and laughs loudly out loud and stares at Luger before stepping out of the ring and heading back up the ramp.] Tim: Good to see that situation finished quickly, although not quick enough for that poor security man, we'd better get some EMTs out here for him. [Luger is now more relaxed as well, and the men let go of their hold on him and he picks up his hardcore title and puts it round his waist before sliding out of the ring and he waits at the top of the ramp and accepts the cheers from the crowd.] [Commercials.] [Fade to backstage, in the buffet area that wrestlers can eat. Walking through line is Michael Trey, Joshua Trey/Blake Frost, and the familiar man that helped Trey win the Smackdown Title a week ago.] Michael Trey: Listen, Brandon... it's great to see you again and everything, but you shouldn't have helped me last week. I don't deserve to be a champion of anything in the HWF. Hell, I don't deserve to be here at all. If it weren't for Drake and Collins' idiotic torture, I'd be retired. Joshua Trey: As Michael said... I am very pleased to see you again, Brandon. But are you sure you know what you are doing? You have never trained as a wrestler or fighter. A man like Phoenix could dismantle you. [Trey and his brother continue down the buffet line, piling their plates with food while the man, Brandon, looks at them.] Brandon: Now Michael, Joshua, I know you both are worried about me. But after hitting Phoenix with that chair... I want more. It just electrified every inch of me. Besides, Michael, whether you believe it or not, you DO deserve this title. Someone needed to be looking out for you, and I did it just like any good cousin would. [Some gasping and astonishment comes from the crowd, while the conversation continues.] Michael Trey: Well, all that aside, I still don't like the fact that you out there with no training. The closest thing you have come to getting in the ring is Joshua using your last name as his stage name. Well, Blake Frost was feared and respected in the ring. But Brandon Frost... he's got no training and no experience. All you'll be is the cousin of Michael Trey and no one will give you a chance. Brandon Frost: Good.... that's the way I want it. [Michael and Joshua shake their heads as they continue down the line. Fade back to arena.] [Commercials.] Tim: We're back ladies and gentlemen... it looks as if Jeff is better now, and can commentate! Jeff: You bet your ass I can! Stupid Luger... [A loud, obnoxious "Whooo!" bursts from the PA, and Crazy Legs by hed PE rips from the speakers, to the accompaniment of several clips of Silky of over the years on the Extream Screen... punctuated by a flashing Superman Symbol, with 3 S's, two facing each other, and a smaller one in the top...Suddenly, Triple S bursts form behind the curtain... he's decked out in his new red tights, bearing the above mentioned symbol, with black kneepads, two-tone boots, and a silk shirt. He suddenly bursts into a sprint, and springs onto the apron, before tossing the Silky shirt and stepping into the ring, checking the red tape on his wrists and the fit of his grappling gloves...] Jeff: Triple S, lookin' ready for this match! Tim: Yes he is, but where's... [Tim is cut off by the opening, ska riffs of "Just A Girl" by No Doubt... fire erupts on the screen, then clips of Inferna's illustrious career, before the walking fantasy herself steps through the curtains... clad in a tight white skirt, hi-heeled boots, and a tight black midriff-showing shirt, showcasing her new belly button ring.] [She struts her long-ass legs down the ramp like it was a Paris runway swaying her hips and staring at Silky. She climbs the ropes, and gives SSS a 'come hither' look... he obeys, and receives a big kiss as a reward... the camera zooms in for a second, catching a glimpse of the bottom of Inferna's cheeks, just peeking out of the skirt as she leans over the ropes...] [Silky collapses to the ground, thumping a hand against his chest before pulling himself up. He then walks to the corner and throws himself up so he's lying across the corner as though he was in a hammock and Inferna steps through the ropes, and leans against him as they watch the entryway, awaiting RaYne...] Tim: The pimp is at work! Jeff: He sure is! And my, Inferna looks hot tonight. [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- Velvet Rose blares through the arena with The Halloween Theme playing softly in the background giving an eerie feeling to the arena. Rayne walks out in her provocative outfit and walks down giving a cold-hearted look to the crowd.] Tim: Let's get this match underway. Jeff: Let's see what Triple S has got! [Silky gets off the laying position in the corner. Inferna exits the ring and Rayne runs at Silky. Rayne hits Silky with a cross body, but Triple S holds her, turns in a 180 and gives her a fall away slam.] Jeff: Silky all the way! Tim: Shut up Jeff. The match has just begun. Jeff: But Silky's going to win. Wait, no Silky, Triple S! [Triple S gets up quickly, as does Rayne. Triple S turns around into a drop kick. Triple S stumbles backwards and Rayne follows up with another drop kick. Triple S stumbles back again and Rayne then Irish whips him into the ropes.] Tim: This doesn't look too good for Triple S, but good for the match. Jeff: What do you know anyway? Triple S is going to come off the ropes and hit her hard. [Rayne follows Triple S with a drop kick for when he comes off the ropes, but he grabs them instead and she just hits air. Triple S lets go of the ropes and goes to her and pulls her up by her hair. Triple S picks Rayne up and with one hand delivers a scoop slam.] Jeff: That's Triple S, pure strength and ability. Tim: This match is yet to get ugly. Jeff: Isn't that why you don't wrestle? You make everything ugly. Tim: Shut up. *Under his breathe* Fool. [Triple S helps Rayne up to her feet again, and he whips her into the ropes. Rayne come off the ropes into a big boot. She bounces back up to a sitting position. Triple S picks Rayne up again, and grapples with her. He picks her upright, in a suplex position, then T-Bones it, for a huge T-Bone Suplex.] Tim: Whoa. That was huge. Jeff: Way to go Triple S! [Triple S sees Rayne staying down, so he hits her with an elbow drop then rolls out of the ring. Triple S lifts up the ring apron and pulls out a stack of six tables. Triple S begins setting them up outside of the ring. One on two sides of the ring, then Triple S throws two tables into the ring as Rayne starts getting up.] Jeff: Tables get broken, Triple S knows how to inflict pain! [Triple S slides into the ring and Rayne and Triple S meet face to face in the centre of the ring. They start punching each other with lefts and rights, Neither one willing to stop.] Jeff: Hit her Triple S! Tim: This is turning out to be a decent match. [Rayne gains control and hits Triple S with a, DDT. Rayne then picks Triple S up and hits him with a drop kick. Triple S then bounces off the nearby ropes and tries for a clothesline that is ducked, and on the return, Triple S is hit with a Hurricanrana to the ropes, and Triple S falls over the ropes with the momentum.] Tim: Whoa, Rayne showing her stuff already. Jeff: Get up Triple S! Hit her with a powerbomb into a table or something! Tim: He can't hear you, nor would he want to. He wants to win, so he will stay away from your strategizing. [Rayne sets up one of the tables that Silky put in the ring, and pushes the other one over to a corner. Triple S starts to get up, so on the furthest ropes, Rayne bounces off and runs at Triple S. Triple S gets to his feet as Rayne gets onto the ropes and uses them as a turnbuckle for a corkscrew moonsault. Both competitors are down.] Tim: Beautifully executed corkscrew moonsault by the rook! Jeff: Pfff, Triple S will bounce back. [Rayne slowly gets to her feet first. She picks Triple S up, and rolls him into the ring and sets up the table down there. Rayne rolls herself into the ring and jumps to a turnbuckle. She sits on it, and Triple S gets up into her grasp and she goes for a corkscrew DDT, and hits it. Triple S bounces back up to a sitting position and Rayne runs off the ropes he faces and drop kicks him in the chest.] Tim: Is Triple S still alive? Jeff: I think he got bored with this one and fell into a coma. Tim: Maybe he's in the coma for other reasons. [Triple S sits back upright as Rayne sets up the other table, against the turnbuckle. Triple S runs at a turned Rayne and hits her with a forearm smash. Rayne falls and her head hits the table, smashing a piece of it. Triple S picks up Rayne and holds her in a piledriver position, then lifts her up over his head and gives her a powerslam through the rest of the table.] Jeff: There we go, Triple S is back on top of things. Tim: I wouldn't be so sure, Rayne has more endurance and he's had more of a beating. Jeff: What do you know anyway? Triple S will be the victor. [Triple S picks Rayne up by the back of her attire and by the back of her head. Triple S pushes her forward and she stumbles along, and gets bulldogged into the centre of the mat. Triple S then stands above her, kicks her in the back of the head and back, and spits on her.] Tim: What is he doing? He's being cheap! Jeff: That's not how I see it. I see it as him being great by trying to get her mad. It will then fuel him to beat her more, and he'll win as a result. Tim: And I will now steal one of your very own lines "What do you know anyway?" Jeff: Ass. [All of a sudden, down the ramp come the Partners in Crime. Triple S quickly pushes a table in front of where Rayne will get up and her back will be to the Partners in Crime, then Triple S grabs the Referee and starts mouthing with him for no apparent reason. The Partners slide into the ring just as Rayne gets to her feet, then they bulldog her through the table and slide out the sides of the ring. The Partners wait at ringside for a second as Silky goes for the cover. 1..2.Kickout by Rayne.] Tim: Now the Partners in Crime showing Triple S that they are there for him too. Jeff: Those rooks have guts, and tonight they face Renegade and Spike again, they debut against them. What's the world coming to when you fight Renegade and Spike two weeks in a row? Tim: How did Rayne kickout of the though? I mean, a double bulldog through a table, brutal. Jeff: Rayne got lucky. Simple as that. [Triple S gets up and yells at the ref for not counting fast enough. Rayne starts to get up behind Triple S as the Partners in Crime walk up the ramp and don't see Rayne get up. Rayne spins Triple S around and nails him with a punch to the face.] Tim: I think she's mad. Jeff: That's no reason to sucker punch him! Tim: Triple S spit on her and kicked her in the back. Jeff: That's different. Time: How? Jeff: It's Triple S, he's allowed to do that. [Rayne punches Triple S again in the jaw, then whips him into the ropes, when he comes back, Rayne hits a cross body. Rayne ascends the nearest turnbuckle and jumps off with a 450 splash into Triple S' knees. Triple S gets up slowly as Rayne gasps for air. Triple S picks up Rayne, and holds her in a powerbomb position, then runs and hits it where Rayne lands over the ropes and through a table.] Jeff: Triple S is stylin', he's got it covered. [Triple S runs off the ropes and jumps over the top rope for a cross body, but Rayne gets her knees up. Triple S starts gasping for air and Rayne rolls him into the ring. Rayne jumps onto the apron and then onto the turnbuckle before jumping off and hitting a split legged moonsault.] Tim: Ouch for Triple S. Jeff: He'll shake it off, he always does. [Rayne picks Triple S up, and hits a Double underhook brain buster. Rayne signals for the end. She picks Triple S up with all her might. She sets him down on a turnbuckle. Rayne picks him up when she gets up there, and hits 'The RaYNE Drop' to the outside of the ring and through a table. Rayne quickly gets back to her feet and rolls Triple S into the ring.] Jeff: GET UP TRIPLE S!!!! Tim: I don't think he can after taking The RaYNE Drop through that table. Jeff: He has to! It's TRIPLE S! [The ref begins the count. 1...] Jeff: There's still time Triple S! [2.] Jeff: Kickout!!! [.3! Rayne wins the Match!] Tim: Didn't happen. Tough luck for Triple S. [Commercials.] [Greg is seen yelling at a table, it doesn't respond so Greg jumps on top of it and shatters it with an elbow drop, then Greg gets up. He spits on the table and runs back a few feet, then he lunges forward and hits the table with a diving headbutt. Then JD walks onto the scene.] JD: Spike, Renegade, Ares & X, you think what he's doing now to this table is bad? Wait till you see what he does to YOU inside the squared circle. Your hell will soon begin. He isn't even fully pumped up for our match yet, just wait and see how insane he gets then. Hahaha, he's a crazy motha fucka, and when It comes ri' down to I', you guys ain't neva gonna stop this dude, he's too fa' gone. Get ready bitches, I's abou' ta begin guys. [JD walks by the camera and in the distance we see Greg punching a bag of potato chips into a wall, then we flip back to Jeff and Tim.] Jeff: ...that guy is totally psycho. Tim: Anyway, let's get on to that match... [The lights in the arena fade until they are very dim. Some fans hold up lighters in the dark, as 'Symphony of Destruction' by Megadeth starts up blasting on the speakers. Spike and Renegade, with Amy trailing behind them, emerge from the back as the crowd pops. Fireworks go off on both sides of them as they raise their arms in the air. They walk down the aisle, high fiving fans and slide into the ring. Amy slides into the ring as well and poses for the fans in the middle of the ring. Spike hops onto a turnbuckle and starts hopping up and down as camera bulbs flash, as Renegade gets on the opposing turnbuckle, and more camera bulbs flash. Renegade walks over to the ropes and signals for a mic, and is given one immediately. Spike sits, perched on the top rope as Renegade speaks...] Renegade: Well, here are two of the toughest athletes in the HWF. We are here for a reason, the tag team titles. Although this alliance was totally unplanned and unexpected, it worked out for the best for the both of us. Now, if we team up, we can take any of the 'tag teams' in the HWF locker room. Don't take us lightly. Or you can, and see just how much it hurts to have a foot up your ass and one in your face at the same time. [A fairly decent sized face pop from the crowd once Renegade is finished. He passes the mic to the Hardcore Hoodlum.] Spike: Before I continue... let me just get one thing straight. I'm still the same person you all booed in Teen Angst. I haven't changed. I still want to destroy the Wrecking Crew *pop for the Crew*... Michael Trey *larger pop for Trey* and yes, even Lance Sterling. *HUGE heel heat at the mention of Sterling* I can't say that everything is exactly the way I want things to be right now, with the Inner Circle being on top of the HWF with sheer numbers and the Warriors of the Rising Sun BARELY holding their own in the tag team division by the slant of their eyes... the second Chris Thrilla and I left, this place fell to shit. Drake and Sterling? Zakin and Trey? Jon Storm and Chris Styles teaming with Gavin Coens? What the fuck? Not only have things gotten fucked up with the existing roster, but now people like the Partners in Crime are allowed into the HWF? What ever happened to the high standards that this place once held? The garbage that Renegade and I are facing right now aren't even worth the time it takes to shudder when I hear the name of their team! The Partners in *shudders...* see? Things are going to change starting right now. I'll bring this place back to normal with Renegade at my side. Once I reclaim my half of the tag titles, things will start to fall back into place. Tempest will return to her previous glory on the roster. Chris Davison won't be forced to waste his time with fuckers like Jon Storm. Shawn Collins won't have to suck Johnny Drake's dick in order to keep his show on the air... he'll do it voluntarily like he used to! [The crowd pops with laugher. Spike then hands the mic back to Renegade] Renegade: What you see standing before you could be very well a huge force in the HWF. Two of the most sadistic, destructive, and just plain mean guys that you will ever meet. We are ready to kick some ass, and starting the the Partners in *shudders*....Hmm, I guess Spike was right. Starting with...the jackasses that we have to face tonight, we are going to decimate teams left and right because we can. We are damn well, hardcore, and we are damn well Extreme. We won't stop until we get where we deserve to be. The tag team champions, and we will get there, and no one can stop us. We will have desperate Measures when going about all our goals. We WILL get them done, and some one will be left, bloody in the process, and that is a guarantee from your next tag team champions, Extreme Measures! [Renegade tosses the mic aside and looks to the back. Then, all of a sudden, "Wish I was Dead" by the Dwarves begins to play. Ares and X walk out to mixed reactions from the crowd. Ares walks in front of X, who has Dr. Jezebel by his side. Ares walks straight to the ring, while X makes strange faces and waves at the crowd. As the team gets into the ring, Ares looks into the crowd, then raises his arms as flashes of red pyro go off around the ring. They stare at Spike and Renegade, who return their intense gazes.] Tim: A staredown between X and Ares, and Spike and Renegade! Jeff: Duh! Ow... my back... ["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, à la Scott Hall as JD gets into the ring by flipping over the top rope. 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, and the bell rings.] Tim: And here we go! [Immediately, a three-way brawl begins. Spike going at it with JD, Renegade and Ares, X and Greg. JD whips Spike to the ropes, at the same time as X whipping Greg, and Renegade whipping Ares. On the return, a triple-simultaneous back bodydrop is hit on each man.] Jeff: What the fuck is this, synchronized falling? Tim: Actually, it looks that way... [Ares clotheslines Renegade over the top, sending him to the floor. Greg sends X into the turnbuckles and JD and Spike are locked in a back-and-forth of punches. JD gets the advantage and leaps up, nailing a hurricanrana that sends both men actually over the top and onto the cement below.] Tim: Super Smack Attack to the outside! Jeff: "Super Smack Attack?" Tim: That's what JD calls it... Jeff: What a moron... ouch! Dammit, my head... [Renegade and Ares exchange shots on the outside, and Renegade grabs Ares' head, slamming it into the ringpost. Ares staggers back into a russian legsweep onto the concrete. Renegade begins to stomp at Ares, but suddenly, X flies out of nowhere with a baseball slide that clocks Renegade in the head. Renegade crashes backward into the guardrail, disoriented. Ares and X are both up and side by side, when Greg suddenly launches himself over the top with a flying cross body press, knocking everyone back down.] Jeff: This is cool! Tim: I'll agree there... [The camera cuts back to Spike and JD, who are back in the ring. Spike hits a hard chop, and another, and then a jumping heel kick to the face. JD staggers back, and Spike hits a leaping DDT. With JD down, Spike exits the ring a second, then comes back with a fire extinguisher. He belts JD in the head with it for good measure before pulling out a familiar looking bottle.] Tim: He's not... Jeff: He is! [Spike douses his leg with the bottle of lighter fluid, and pulls out a package of matches He touches it to his leg and WHOOSH! It ignites in flames. JD Smack is back on his feet, and turns around... SMACK! Spike nails a superkick between the eyes with his flaming leg.] Tim: A FLAMING SUPERKICK TO THE FACE OF JD SMACK! Jeff: YES! VIOLENCE! Ow, damnit to hell, my head hurts... [Immediately, Spike puts out his leg with the fire extinguisher and covers JD.] [One... ...Two... ...Greg pulls Spike off of JD and to the outside!] Tim: So close, a save by Greg Bowman! [Greg smacks Spike in the face with a hard right, and then again. He pulls Spike over to the guardrail and slams him headfirst into it. He whips Spike to the far barricade, and Spike crashes into it hard, but gets back up and charges Greg. Greg leans down for a backdrop, but Spike catches his head and turns with the momentum, tornado DDT'ing him ONTO the steel barricade.] Jeff: HOLY SHIT! Tim: That damn near broke Bowman's neck! [On the other side of the ring, Renegade is being double teamed by X and Ares. They back him to the guardrail and double chop his chest.] Crowd: WHOO! [They rear back with even louder chops.] Crowd: WHOO! [They rear back again and swing so hard that the force knocks Renegade over the rail and to the floor on the other side. X follows after him, brawling into the crowd, but Renegade gets an advantage and slams his head into the rail, and throws him over. Ares is back up on the apron, stepping in to capitalize on the wobbly-legged JD Smack. Renegade climbs over the rail, leaving X behind, and then grabs Ares' legs. Ares struggles on the apron and JD comes flying from inside to hit a flying back heel kick, knocking Ares off the apron to the guardrail. Renegade stomps Ares twice, but then looks up in time to see JD flying over the top ropes in a slingshot somersault plancha, knocking him to the floor.] Tim: Impressive move by the youngster JD Smack! [Spike has pulled a table from under the ring and shoves it in, sliding in after it. He is quickly met with Greg's entry after him, attacking him and pounding on him. Spike gets shoved forward into the ropes and Greg unloads with a flurry of punches to the kidneys. JD enters the ring and they shove Spike onto the table, with Smack going up top. Greg watches closely, holding Spike down. Suddenly, JD's legs are shoved out from under him, and he ends up crotched on the top. Greg looks confused, and it soon caught by a Renegade chokeslam onto the canvas. Spike rolls off the table and looks to Renegade, apparently talking. Then they nod and Renegade lifts the table, putting it down over Bowman, trapping him under the legs. Renegade then lifts JD and rolls him onto the table as Spike climbs to the top. He points to the two and the crowd pops huge.] Tim: Oh my god, Spike isn't gonna... Jeff: DO IT! DO IT! [Spike leaps high in the air and comes down hard with a Higher Education, shattering the table and nailing both JD and Greg with the maneuver. The crowd goes nuts.] Crowd: H-W-F! H-W-F! H-W-F! [Spike gets up and raises his arms to the crowd, and they pop bigger. Suddenly, X and Ares are back in the ring, X watching on the canvas and Ares on the top rope. They wait, poised, and when Spike and Renegade turn, Ares nails a flying shoulderblock that knocks Renegade to the outside and X clotheslines Spike almost out of his boots..] Tim: Extremely smart thinking by X and Ares, letting the other two wear each other down! Jeff: I'm sore all over... owww... [X picks up Spike and throws him to Ares, who boots Spike in the gut and double underhooks him. Ares hauls Spike into the air and drives him down into a sitdown dominator.] Tim: There's the Warmonger! This could be over right now! [Ares looks to X and nods, picking Spike back up.] Jeff: They had the match, what are they doing? [Ares sets Spike up and jerks him in the air from a standing headscissors. X grabs Spike's shoulders, and the tandem drives Spike into the canvas with shocking power, rocking the ring. X covers.] [One... ...Two... Broken up by JD Smack!] Tim: How is he back to his feet?! [JD leaps up with a sudden Super Smack Attack to X, dropping him to the ground. Ares scoops JD up, slamming him to the mat. Renegade suddenly enters the ring and throws Ares over the top to the floor below. Spike shakes the cobwebs out of his head as he climbs to the top, Renegade lifting up Greg Bowman into a vertical suplex. Spike takes aim and dropkicks Bowman's shoulder, spinning Renegade and Bowman around, and Renegade drops down into an evenflow DDT. The end result is a Tornado Fist of Rage that sends Bowman down. Renegade makes the cover.] [One... ...Two... ...broken up!] Tim: What the Hell?! [Silky Palms, also known as "Triple S", had pulled Renegade off of Bowman. Renegade looks confused, and Silky nails him with the Silky Shuffle. He grabs a nearby folding steel chair and charges in the ring with it, nailing Spike in the back with it, hard. Spike arches his back in pain and Silky nails him over the head with the chair. He throws the chair out of the ring and shakes Bowman awake, dragging his arm over the fallen Spike.] [One... ...Two... THRE- kickout by Spike, barely!] Tim: This isn't right, this isn't right at all! [Bowman and JD Smack are both up now, and they lift Spike up as well. Bowman lifts Spike into a suplex as JD goes up top. Bowman drops the suplex into a brainbuster as JD spikes it, driving Spike's head into the mat. Bowman covers.] [One... ...Two... ...THREE!] Tim: The Partners in Crime just blatantly stole a victory from Renegade and Spike! [JD and Greg raise their arms in the air as they back up the ramp, Silky with them. A fan throws a plastic bottle at the two, and Greg grabs it after it hits the floor, stomping at it and crushing it before they leave the ringside area totally, disappearing backstage with Silky.] [Commercials.] [Greg and JD are seen backstage after the match.] JD: Yeah, we won, we should you guys why we are the Partner's in Crime. We PROVED that we can and WILL back up what we say. Yeah it took us two tries to beat you Spike and Renegade, but we did it, that's what matters because now, we get a shot at tha tag team ti'les at the Pay-Pe'-View. We did it guys, face it. We a' better than you a'. Greg looks into the camera, oh no, he's coming over to talk to it. GREG: I have a baseball bat. X marks the spot. X, remember EPWA? You beat me because I beat the living fuck and piss out of you the week before on Fury, and now look at you, Who got the last laugh??? ME! I came in, showed you what it's all about, and Jezebel that slut didn't do anything this time. Ares is a worthless shit, and I am the one that defeated you. You may blame others for why I kicked the shit out of you, BUT, I know and JD Knows and the HWF knows, it was all skill. I kicked my cat. [Greg walks from the camera and jumps at a paper bag that is blowing on the ground. He starts ripping it to shreds.] JD: Warriors BETA, WATCH OUT! We're coming for you at the Pay-Per-View. New champs will be crowned, and we will become known. Fear for your lives, and get ready, we are far from done our path of destruction. [JD and Greg walk from the camera and we flip back to Tim and Jeff.] Jeff: Go Partners In Crime! Tim: ANYWAYS, Gavin Coens has been away with injuries and will not be present for this match. Jeff: Which is why it will be a lackluster match. Tim: What? Jeff: GOD ISN'T HERE! Tim: ... Jeff: I rest my case. ["My Way" by Limp Biscuit starts up and the lights turn off as the fans get on their feet with cheers.]
#Special [With the start of the chorus, the lights switch back on. Camera pans around the fans cheering for David Zakin. A huge explosion of pyrotechnics goes off and the crowd gets louder. David Zakin and Jon E. Karman walk through the smoke with arms raised high. Karman runs around the aisle in every which direction slapping fans hands while Zakin walks down slapping hands with his barbwire kendo stick in the other hand. Zakin walks up the steel steps while Karman slides in the ring. Zakin hops up the top turnbuckle raising both arms high in the air. Karman points at Zakin basically signaling "He's the man". Zakin hops down and enters the ring through the middle rope.] ["Indestructible" by the Matthew Good Band hits the speakers and the crowd pops for the current Canadian Champion, Chris Davison. He raises the belt in the air to a round of cheers, and then heads down the aisle with a no-nonsense look on his face, sliding in the ring and glancing down at the glass.] Tim: This one is up in the air. Drake and Collins made this match to counter the Jonathan Storm vs. Phoenix match that the Owner of this Federation, Chaz, made. Jeff: They're so smart! [Davison and Zakin look at each other in the ring, and shake hands.] Tim: What sportsmanship! Jeff: KILL EACH OTHER! [Zakin and Davison look to each other, shrug, and then lock up. Zakin twists Davison's arm in a hammerlock, but Davison elbows Zakin in the head twice to free himself. Davison bounces off the far ropes and slides under Zakin, and grabs him in a waistlock, shoving him to the ropes and pulling back for a rollup, but Zakin holds to the ropes and Davison rolls backward in a somersault. Davison lunges at Zakin, who fires the Shadow Kick, but Davison catches it and then ducks an enzuigiri from the fast-paced Zakin. Davison grabs Zakin's other leg and lifts him up for a wheelbarrow suplex, but Zakin somersualts forward for a victory roll. Davison lets go and jumps backward, as Zakin stands to his feet and charges Davison again. Davison backs to the ropes and jumps up, springboarding off the second and launches himself over Zakin in a sunset flip. Zakin sits down on Davison's chest, but Davison rolls him up, and in turn Zakin rolls back and shoves Davison's legs up for a cover, then locks his arms and lifts Davison for a powerbomb. Davison hits one, two, three punches to the head of Zakin and frees himself, then delivers a superkick to Zakin's jaw, sending him to the mat. The crowd cheers the amazing exchange loudly.] Jeff: Wow! Zakin just hit that glass mat hard! This could end sooner than we thought! Tim: Kind of like your career. Jeff: That was low. [Zakin gets up to his feet. Davison hooks Zakin up and suplexes him to the mat, backing up to the turnbuckles. He pushes himself to the top of them, and waits as Zakin pushes himself back up. David is doubled over as he gets up and Davison leaps off the top, looking for a sunset-flip like maneuver. On the way down, Davison applies a very quick standing headscissors and rolls through, using all his momentum to nail Zakin with a piledriver.] Jeff: Ahhh yes... the good old piledriver! If these two men kill each other in this match, Drake and Collins will be very happy. Tim: You'd just love that wouldn't you? Jeff: Maybe... [Zakin once again gets up, but holds his head and stumbles a bit. Davison shakes Zakin's hand, they're cool. Zakin and Davison lock up. Zakin applies a side head lock on Chris and applies pressure. Trey squrims out and pushes Zakin into the ropes. Trey runs backwards and bounces off the ropes. He tries to hit Zakin with a closeline, but Zakin ducks. While Davison is trying to slow down, Zakin quickly runs up behind Chris and applies a half-nelson. But before Zakin can do anything, Chris elbows Zakin in the midsection with his free arm. As Zakin stumbles back from the blow, Davison bounces off the ropes, but is met with a huge Shadow Kick from Zakin! Chris goes flying over the top and hits the concrete hard.] Jeff: YES! Goooo Zakin! Kick Davison's ass! Tim: Who are you rooting for anyway? Jeff: Whoever does the most damage! We just saw a Shadow Kick! [Davison slides in a table and then gets in himself. Chris sets it up in the corner. Just as Trey turns around, Zakin trys to put him through the table with a Shadow Kick, but Chris moves. Davison comes back with a superkick of his own, but Zakin catches it and places Chris's leg on his shoulder. He lifts Chris up and puts him through the table with a huge capture suplex. The glass is punctured. There is a little crack in the middle of the ring.] Tim: This could get even uglier. What have Drake and Collins done? Jeff: They've created a wrestling masterpeice! Tables and glass equal fun fun fun! Tim: Well, this glass wont last much longer. Realistically... it can only hold after so many suplexes and falls! Jeff: Hey, the harder the better. [Davison just lays in the spot where he was suplexed, dazed. Zakin checks to see if he's okay, and helps Davison up. The two lock up again, and Davison sends Zakin to the ropes, Davison ducks as Zakin comes back and applies a back body drop. Zakin falls onto some wood that was left from the shattered table. He holds his back and arches in pain. Davison tells the ref to get rid of the table, and he does so. Davison helps Zakin up again, and the crack in the glass has just gotten bigger.] Tim: Amazing sportsmanship! Jeff: Sportsmanship, shwartzmenshit. KILL EACH OTHER YOU PIXIE DUST INFESTED FAIRIES! Tim: That was SO uncalled for! Jeff: Eh? Go suck a lemon! [Zakin charges at Davison, who pulls off a hip toss. Zakin gets back up, and immediately spears Davison. The crack in the glass gets bigger after each fall, and is now half a meter in length in the middle of the ring. Zakin grabs Davison's legs, and applies a figure four leg lock. He lays back, and pulls on Davison's legs. Davison yells out in pain and reaches for the ropes.] Jeff: Why's he doing that? Break THE GLASS DAMMIT! Tim: It's about psychology. He's going to try and destabilize Davison. Jeff: Destabilize, desmazalize. KILL EACH OTHER YOU ASS GOBLIN PARASITES! Tim: Ugh... [Davison finally reaches the ropes, and the ref breaks the hold. Zakin goes to one of the corner, and climbs the turnbuckle to the top rope. Davison is still trying to get himself up after the painfull figure-four. He doesn't notice Zakin at the top rope. Davison begins to get up, and bends over, holding his legs. Zakin quickly jumps off the top rope and hits "The Insider Drop" (a top rope fameasser) onto Davison! The glass nearly shatters, but the crack just grows more. Zakin grabs his right leg, as he hurt it on the way down. Davison rolls around holding his head on the glass mat.] Tim: OH GOOD GOD! THAT WAS NEARLY THE END! Jeff: Zakin is weak... that Insider's Drop should have shattered the glass!! [Zakin pulls himself to a corner, and grabs his leg. The glass under him is under a puddle of blood. Zakin's lower thigh has been sliced from the glass. Davison pulls himself to another corner, and lays his head against the turnbuckle.] Jeff: They cant do that! They cant rest! Tim: Well, I guess they can! Zakin's cut pretty bad. And Davison almost had a concussion. [The two men get up and meet each other in the middle of the ring. They brawl back and forth, and Zakin boots Davison in the stomach with a front kick. Zakin hooks Davison for a DDT, but Davison hits three quick punches to Zakin's exposed ribs. Zakin staggers back a bit, and Davison kicks him in the stomach, then turns around. Davison hooks both of Zakin's arms and drops to the ground in a Backlash, sending him right through the glass canvas. The glass shatters! Davison wins!] Tim: Davison has done it! He's retained his Canadian Title! Jeff: AND HE ALMOST KILLED ZAKIN IN THE PROCESS! GOOD JOB! [Zakin and Davison lay on the mat, cut and bruised. Davison gets up and moves over to Zakin. He puts his hand out, and lifts Zakin to his feet. The two men shake, and help each other to the back. "Indestructable" hits the speakers, and the fans are giving both men a standin ovation.] Tim: Look at the sportsmanship! That is what a wrestling match is! Jeff: Sportsmanship, shwa... Tim: Shut up you dumb fuck. [Commercials.] Tim: Well, it looks like we're ready for our next match, Jonathon Storm against Phoenix with Lance Sterling as the guest referee. Jeff: Uh, no, I think you said that wrong. What Tim meant to say folks, is that this next match will instead be The Greatest, Lance Sterling refereeing a match where two other guys who aren't as good as him wrestle. Tim: But I thought you liked the Inner Circle. Jeff: I do, but c'mon. This is Lance we're talking about. Is there anyone even close to him?
#There's no money [...Two shots of pyro shoot straight up after the intro of "Between Angels and Insects" by Papa Roach begins to play! Jonathan Storm is raised from a rotating platform, all smiles and waving to the crowd, which has given him a mixed reaction. Part due to his music and his past here in Japan, the other due to his heel nature. He slides into the ring and stands on the ropes, a la Christian. He tosses off his sleeveless t-shirt, and waits for the match to begin.] ["Close the Door" by Prong hits the speakers and a chorus of boos begins in the arena. After a few seconds, Phoenix bursts through the curtains wearing his torn black corduroy shorts and his black “Zero” t-shirt with the sleeves torn off. He slowly walks to the front of the stage and stands there for a second as the fans begin to boo even louder. As Phoenix hears this, he raises his right hand in the air and then begins to slowly walk down to the ring. When he gets to the apron, he pauses for a second, and then slides into the ring under the bottom rope as the music fades out.] Tim: This should definitely be an interesting match up with both men being members of the same stable. Jeff: Shh. Lance should be coming out any moment now. [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 the entracne way.] Tim: You happy now? Jeff: Very much so. Go Lance go. It's only Storm and Phoenix, you can easily beat these two. Tim: What are you talking about? Sterling is the ref, remember? Jeff: Yeah, I, uh, yeah. What I meant by that was for Sterling to keep those two in line. Yeah, that's the ticket. [Storm shares a few private words with Lance and Phoenix. Phoenix turns around as a look of surprise crosses his face. He stares down Storm for a few seconds before walking over to him. The two men stand face to face with each other for a few seconds. Phoenix grabs a microphone.] Phoenix: Is that what you think? Is that what you fucking think? [Phoenix shoves Storm hard in the chest, only knocking him off balance. Storm steps back up to Phoenix and shoves him even harder, knocking him back a few steps. Phoenix becomes enraged and charges at Storm, tackling him to the ground with a spear. Phoenix throws several hard punches to the side of Storms head as Sterling calls for the bell.] Tim: There's the bell. It looks like this match is officially underway. Jeff: It sure is thanks to a great call by Lance. Tim: Oh, please. [Phoenix gets off of Storm and reaches for the mic that Storm dropped a few moments earlier. Both men rise to their feet as Phoenix winds up with the mic. He takes a huge swing with the mic and drills Storm in the forehead with it knocking Storm back down as a huge screech.] Tim: I'm getting word that we have to cut to the back for some reason...? [The Extream Screen fades from the Saturday Suicide logo to Michael Trey's locker room, where he is sitting, watching the matches along with Claire Matthews.] Michael: See... these two are fighting each other because they want to be at the top, Claire. I don't have that left, anymore. Claire: Yeah, yeah ya do Michael . Michael: No... no I- [He is cut off by the slamming of his door as it is flung wide open. A man steps in... it's Spike.] Spike: I never thought I'd see the day... Michael: What do YOU want, Spike? Spike: I never thought I'd see the Smackdown! Title sink to the point where it was held by lifetime jobber, Jack Daddy. Jeff: HAHAHAHAHA! JACK DADDY! Hee heee hoooo... boy... Michael: Just leave me alone, alright Spike? Just lemme sit here and pity myself and this stupid no retirement clause by MYSELF. Spike: Figures.... running away, just like you always do. Michael: What's that supposed to mean? Spike: I'll tell you what that means... you never face ANYTHING, Trey. Michael: And you do? Deserting Thrilla, making excuses, keeping out of the singles career and hiding behind the tag team scene? Spike: I'm not running from my problems though, Trey. You do. You disgust me. [Spike glares at Michael, and then viciously spits at his feet. Trey gets up and starts slamming punches into Spike's ribs, and the two continue to brawl. They tip over tables, shatter windows, break TVs, dent lockers, and even tumble into the hallways. This continues on the Extream Screen. The action on the screen gets the attention of both Sterling and Phoenix. Both men walk over to the side of the ring nearest the screen and watch the action. After a bit, Storm gets back to his feet and begins to walk over to Phoenix. Phoenix senses Storm coming and quickly spins around attempting another mic shot. This time, Storm ducks the swing and counters with a kick to Phoenix's midsection. Phoenix drops the mic as Storm starts to land several right hands of his own, backing Phoenix into the ropes. Storm grabs hold of Phoenix's arm and goes to Irish Whip him toward the ropes across the ring, but at the last second changes directions and sends Phoenix directly toward Sterling. Phoenix slams right into Sterling, but neither man goes down. Sterling looks directly at Phoenix and begins yelling into his face.] Jeff: He can't do that you Lance. DQ his ungrateful ass. Tim: Do you ever quit? Jeff: Shut up for a second would you. Lance is about to do something big and I don't want to miss it. [Phoenix slowly takes a few steps backwards, distancing himself a bit from Sterling before attempting to land a huge haymaker. Sterling sees it coming and blocks it. He fires back with stiff haymaker of his own dropping Phoenix to the mat.] Jeff: Told you Tim. Get him Lance. [Phoenix quickly springs back up and is met with another hard right hand staggering him some. Sterling sets up for the Director's Cut. Storm quickly springs into action and dives for Sterling before he can hit The Director's Cut. Storm unleashes a fury of punches backing Sterling into the corner. Phoenix gets to his feet and joins in on the assault on Sterling.] Tim: Haha, looks like your pretty boy Sterling needs a little help. Jeff: This isn't a laughing matter. Somebody stop this. [Storm and Phoenix pull Sterling out of the corner and back him into the ropes. They double whip Sterling into the ropes and when he springs back at them, they each duck down and then flip him over with a huge back body drop. Sterling grabs hold of his back in pain while Storm pulls him to his feet by his hair. Storm steps behind Sterling and sets him up for the Bittersweet Symphony. Storm looks at Phoenix who smiles and locks Sterling in a rear chancery of his own. Together, Storm and Phoenix lift Sterling up and drop him with a Bittersweet Symphony/Into The Ashes combo. The two of them then begin to stomp away at Sterling.] Tim: Oh my god. Storm and Phoenix just nailed Sterling with The Hybrid. Jeff: Nooooo. If there is anybody in the back, somebody come help Sterling. President Drake, you're working with Sterling, you can come help him. Hell, Chris Goings, if you're in the back, you can come help Sterling too. Tim: Chris Goings? You want Chris Goings to help Sterling? Jeff: Well, no, but someone better. [Phoenix and Storm continue to stomp away at Sterling. After several seconds, about ten refs and officials come running from the back. This slide into the ring and attempt to pull Phoenix and Storm off of Sterling. Phoenix backs away and is restrained by one ref while Storm throws a pair of officials off of him to get at Sterling. After the second official gets thrown down several more swarm Storm and succeed in restraining him.] Jeff: It's about time Lance got some help. I gotta go check on him to make sure he's ok. [Suddenly, Michael Trey and Spike spill out of the curtain and onto the stage. Trey kicks Spike back a few steps and then charges at him. Spike quickly catches Trey and plants him hard on the steel with a powerslam. Spike quickly gets to his feet and pulls Trey up as well. Spike grabs Trey in a gutwrench, hoists him up, and drops him hard on the steel with a kneeling piledriver. Behind them, Claire trails in dragging the Smackdown! Title that Trey refuses to carry.] Tim: But things are starting to interesting. You might want to stick around for this. Jeff: But Lance needs me. Tim: Just stay here. Besides, that's steel they're fighting. Someone might get hurt you know. Jeff: Ooh, I like the sound of that. [In the ring, Phoenix starts to watch the fight between Trey and Spike. He starts to climb between the ropes before walking back over to one of the refs. Phoenix begins talking at the ref and pointing up toward Trey and Spike. After a few seconds, Phoenix smiles as the ref calls for the bell. The ref talks to ring announcer, Nigel Rolston before making his way toward Mike and Spike. In the meantime, Phoenix sprints up toward the stage. He gets ready to clothesline Spike when he is suddenly caught by Spike with a dropkick to the face.] Rolston: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that the impromptu fight between Michael Trey, Spike, and Phoenix will be for the Smackdown Title... first pin wins, No DQ! [The ref marches to Claire and snags the belt from her without much fight. He holds the belt up and returns his attention to the three men on the outside. Inside the ring, refs still are seperating Storm and Sterling, when "Them Bones" blasts over the speakers. Jayson Starr comes out and begins to attack Sterling. Storm gets out of the ring, and Sterling and Starr battle all the way to the back as the music fades.] Jeff: The Greatest can beat all of them, damnit! Tim: Be honest... tell us how you really feel. Jeff: .... I... uh... I really feel... that the Greatest can beat all of them, damnit! [Spike and Phoenix are both back up, and decide to grab Michael for a double suplex. They land it and then each grab a chair. As Michael stumbles to his feet, he is aware of the impending danger and ducks at the last second. Trey kicks both men in the gut and tries a quick stunner on Spike but gets pushed off, into the ropes. Trey bounces off the ropes by his chest and stumbles backwards. Phoenix locks in Into The Ashes and Spike assists in planting Trey. Spike then lets Phoenix make the cover.] Tim: What is Spike doing?! [1... 2... SAVE! Spike merely waiting, delivering a vicious kick to Phoenix. Suddenly, Brandon Frost, Michael's newly found cousin, runs down behind Spike with a chair and plasters Spike with the chair. Phoenix JUST has started to rise, so Brandon tosses Michael a chair. Michael somehow climbs to his feet using the ring apron and nails a weak chairshot on Phoenix. Michael rolls inside and climbs the turnbuckle. He stands on it and holds his arms up and out, almost but not quite in a Christ-pose. He looks up and screams....] Michael: I AM IN THE DARK! [Michael looks back forward and dives off, landing on Phoenix with "In The Dark", a shooting star press. He remains on Phoenix for the cover.] [1... 2..... 3!!! Spike dives for a last second save but just missed it, and Michael Trey retains the Smackdown title! The ref tries once again to hand it to Trey, but Trey waves it off and insists that it go to Claire to carry. The two take off out of the arena, leaving the wreckage of Storm vs. Phoenix behind.] [Commercials.] [Sounds of a wolf howling fill the arena as lasers cast an erie, red glow. The lights pulse as "Bad Little Doggie" by Govt. Mule erupts from the speakers as Buck and Rickey Williams emerges from the rampway entrance, with Nikki flanking their left side. The trio make there way down the ramp, stopping only when Rickey decides to cuss a few fans that are booing him. Buck and Rickey quickly slide into the ring, and Rickey mounts the nearest turnbuckle and pumps his arms in the air. Buck stands in the middle of the ring and raises his arms to the booing crowd, grinning as he turns towards the entrance awaiting his opponent.] Tim: The Wrecking Crew has gone through some changes since their Tag Title loss at Parade of Cannibals 3. Jeff: Yeah, and now they're meaner and tougher than ever!! Tim: But I don't really know if Rickey Williams wants to be mean and tough. Jeff: Sure he does! ['The Juppongatana' blares through the speakers as the arena lights dim. Red lights strobe throughout as the fans sit in silence. After nearly a minute of flashing lights and speed metal riffs we see TATSUMI and Darkside Dragon slowly walk from the entrance way, dragging their Tag Title behind them. They look almost tired, their eyes glazed over. The fans stand to react, but the dazed state of the Warriors puts the fans right back into their seats. The Warriors BETA don't go for their normal fanfare, they simply skulk down the ramp, the scrapping sound of Tag Team Gold dragging across the metal stage can be heard above the hyperactive guitar of 'The Juppongatana'. TATSUMI half heartedly tosses his belt into the ring and rolls in behind it. Dragon drops his belt at ringside and climbs the steps, ducking under the top rope and entering the ring. The lights return to full and we notice that TATSUMI and Dragon still bare a few stray bandages from their brutal match at PoC3. TATSUMI even has bandages up underneath his mask, they peak out around his eyes and mouth. The crowd is totally underwhelmed by the pitiful entrance of the HWF Tag Champs, and a few boo's can be heard as a result.] Jeff: What the fuck is wrong with the Japs? Tim: It's complicated... Jeff: Oh... I'll take 'em to see Pearl Harbor next week, that's sure to cheer them up. [The bell rings out, as Buck runs across the ring and clotheslines TATSUMI to the ground. Dragon simply looks at TATSUMI, and then steps out onto the apron. Rickey does the same on the other side, as Buck lifts TATSUMI back up to a standing base. Buck quickly kicks TATSUMI and flips him over with a quick snap suplex. Buck gets up and begins taunting the crowd. TATSUMI acts as if he'll kip up, but he simply rolls to his side and pulls himself up via the ropes. Buck smiles over at TATSUMI and then continues his attack. He grabs an arm and whips TATSUMI to the ropes. TATSUMI reverses the whip, however, and sends Buck into the cables. Buck bounces back and attempts a running thesz press. TATSUMI catches him and rotates him for a powerslam. The crowd begins to cheer now, as TATSUMI throws Buck over with a fallaway slam - right into a bridge.] Tim: Bridging Fallaway Slam. I like it!! Jeff: You would. [One... ...Two... ...KICKOUT!!] Tim: The Warriors sure don't look themselves tonight... [TATSUMI slowly gets up to his feet and half-heartedly tags Dragon into the ring. Dragon steps through the ropes and stomps Buck a couple times. Dragon slowly picks up Buck and tries to force him into a standing head scissors. Buck breaks the hold though, lifts up Dragon, and slams him down with a Faarooq-styles spinebuster. Buck slowly falls over to his corner and slaps Rickey's hand.] Tim: God, the Warriors look horrible. Jeff: Yeah, it's The Warriors of the Rising Sun Gamma! Tim: Warriors Gamma? Jeff: Yeah.. the depressed version. [Rickey hops into the ring and immediately superkicks a rising Darkside Dragon. Dragon drops to the mat hard, and Rickey falls on him to lay in a few punches. Dragon just tries to cover up, and not escape. Rickey gets up now, and pulls up Dragon by the mask. Rickey whips Dragon into a turnbuckle, and charges at him for a spear. At the last second, Dragon lifts himself onto the top rope and leaps over Rickey - who spears the ringpost. Buck yells at Rickey, as Rickey stumbles back around towards Dragon.] Tim: Dragon is showing some fire here... [Rickey swings at Dragon, but Dragon ducks and pivots behind him. Dragon grabs both of Rickey's arms from around his body and crosses them. Without hesitating, Dragon throws Rickey over his body with a cross-armed german suplex. He stays with the bridge, as Buck dives into the ring.] Jeff: Here comes Buck Williams!! [One... ...Two... ...Th...BROKEN UP BY BUCK!!] Tim: Get him out of there ref! Jeff: Hey, it's no DQ!! [Buck lifts up Dragon and double underhooks him. Dragon tries to fight it off, but Buck lifts him right up into the air and slams him down with a powerbomb.] Jeff: JUNKYARD JUDICATOR!! [Buck begins taunting TATSUMI, now, who slowly steps into the ring. Rickey rolls onto Dragon and starts punching him, as TATSUMI walks up to Buck. Buck smiles at TATSUMI and then slaps him right in the jaw. TATSUMI shakes it off and continues to stare down Buck. Buck slaps him a second time, and this time TATSUMI keeps his head down. Buck, with an amr in the air, begins turning around and yelling to the fans. As he reaches around to TATSUMI again, he is met by a face full of yellow mist.] Tim: YELLOW MIST!! YELLOW MIST!! [TATSUMI becomes a house full of flames now, as he forces Buck into suplex position and drops him hard with a 'TATSUMI Kubi-Bure-Ka' (fisherman's neckbreaker). TATSUMI kips up now, to a HUGE round of cheers. TATSUMI walks behind Rickey and kicks him HARd in the back of the head. Rickey slumps over and then swings an arm behind him. TATSUMI gets hit right in the face with Rickey's backhand and falls back into the ropes. Rickey lifts up Dragon, now, and he stares over his shoulder at TATSUMI. Dragon comes alive now, as well, and hits Rickey with a leaping roundhouse kick. Rickey stumbles back, as Dragon levels him with a leaping back kick and then a standing axe kick. Rickey holds his head, as TATSUMI comes from behind. Hitting Rickey at the exact same time, TATSUMI hits a sweep kick while Dragon hits a leaping crescent kick.] Tim: SETTING SUN!! Jeff: What happened to the champs!?! Tim: I don't know, but the Crew is in trouble now!! [TATUMI lifts Buck back up now, as Dragon lifts up Rickey. They each back their Crew member to the same set of ropes and then double whip them to the other side. Buck reverse then whip on his side though, and send TATSUMI into the ropes with Rickey. As Rickey bounces back, Dragon drops him with a flying body scissors into rolling leglock - just as Buck lifts up TATSUMI with a tilt-a-whirl michinoku driver 2.] Tim: DRAGON ROLL!! Jeff: GONE TO TEXAS!! [Rickey looks on the verge of giving up, as Buck hooks one of TATSUMI's legs for the pin.] Tim & Jeff: THIS COULE BE IT!! [One... ...Two... ...THRE..BROKEN UP BY DRAGON!!] Tim: OH! Dragon had to give up his submission to save TATSUMI!! [Dragon lifts up Buck and punches him a few times. He quickly stuffs him into a standing head scissors near the ropes and tries to cross his arms. Buck tries to back drop Dragon now, but Dragon flies over the ropes and lands on the apron. Buck turns to him and tries to clothesline him, but Dragon ducks. Suddenly, Dragon leaps into the air. He hooks Buck for a hurricanrana and flings over Buck to the outside, similar to a split-legged moonsault. Both Buck and Dragon hit the outside hard and lay there.] Tim: HUGE Hurricanrana to the outside. Warriors look in good shape right now!! Jeff: But look at this... [The camera cuts to the entrance way, where you see a man in all black appear. He wears a ski mask over his face, as well, and walks slowly down to the ring. In the ring, TATSUMI has gotten up and lifted Rickey to the second rope. He gets in position for a super hurricanrana, but this man in black slides into the ring and dropkicks him in the small of the back. TATSUMI falls to the ground, and this man in black quickly grabs his legs and begins locking him in a modified texas cloverleaf.] Tim & Jeff: WHAT THE FUCK!?! [Rickey stands up at the top rope, and then dives off. He lands a guillotine legdrop right across the back of TATSUMI's head, as Dragon slowly slides into the ring. The man in black flips TATSUMI over and points to him while yelling at Rickey. The confused Rickey slowly covers TATSUMI.] Tim: Is that who I think it is? [One...] [Dragon stands up, and looks to the pin.] [...Two...] [Dragon dives to break it up, but the man in black blocks him and keeps him inches out of reach of the pin.] [...THREE!!] Tim: WHAT!?! [The bell rings out, as Buck grabs both tag belts from the outside. Dragon collapses in sandness, as the man in black gets up and lifts Rickey to his feet. Rickey looks hell-a-confused, as Buck rolls in the ring and throws a belt to Rickey. Rickey catches it and looks at Buck. Buck stares down the man in black, who seems to be looking right back at him. Buck begins talking shit, and they look like they will come to blows. Suddenly, the man in black begins taking off his ski mask, revealing it to be...] Tim: It couldn't... Jeff: It wouldn't... [...Jonathan Storm!] Tim: IT ISN'T!! [Buck smirks at Storm, and then signals to Nikki for some beers. Dragon helps the beaten TATSUMI out of the ring now, as the two stand dejected looking at the new Crew. Rickey sulks in the corner, now, as Storm and Buck begin drinking the beer.] Tim: I thought that was Billy Williams back from the dead. Jeff: Ah, I knew it was Storm the entire time... Tim: Sure you did, that's why you crapped your pants. Jeff: I did what now!?! [Buck passes a beer to Rickey, now, who regretfully takes it and begins drinking up.] Tim: The main event is after this folks... [The cameras cut to the back. Tempest and Joanna are walking down the hall laughing and carrying on. Tempest shadow boxes as the light reflects off her holographic silver bodysuit until she’s brought to an abrupt stop by a hard clothesline form one Gavin Coens. Joanna shrieks as Tempest falls back. She scurries back up gasping and then leaps to dropkick Gavin into a nearby rack of chairs. As she scrambles back up, Jon Storm, Phoenix and Shawn Collins swarm over her, knocking her back to the floor. They stomp on her as Coens grabs a chair.] [Commercials] [They fade back in, as Tempest slumps to the ground - still with the Circle over her. Just then, Chris Davison leaps into the fray, seemingly form nowhere. In another moment, David Zakin is there as is Joanna, wielding Zakin’s barb wire wrapped Kendo stick. The Inner Circle broke off its attack and laughed as the vanished, leaving Davison and friends to tend to Tempest. Chris lifts her head, looking worried as Joanna looks after the Circle and then back to Tempest.] Joanna: Dammit! I ran as fast as I could. I wish I coulda got you guys here quicker. Chris: It’s ok. Tempest? Baby, are you ok? [Tempest lifts he head slowly and groggily as she struggles ot her feet.] Tempest: Gotta.... gotta get to the ring. My match... Chris: Tempest you can’t fight like this. Tempest: I gotta though.... [She trails off as she winces and takes a deep breath. Davison and company look worried as the walk with her toward the ring.] Tim: Alright folks, we're back. The most prestigious belt in the Tag Team division just changed hands, will the same thing happen in the Singles division? Jeff: Who cares, both Solomon and Tempest suck!! Tim: Yeah, and you showed your dominance tonight against Luger, huh? Jeff: *silence* [The low electronic hum that begins the Lo-Fideltiy All-Stars’ "Battle Flag wafts over the arena as the lights go out, but for a few blue strobes, flickering over the crowd in time. As the heavier beat kicks in, the blue spot light scans the entrance, as Tempest steps through the curtain. She smiles and waves although she seems somewhat subdued. She trots up the steps and steps through the ropes with a determined look, but a little less bounce than usual.] Tim: Tempest looks a bit hurt from that backstage attack. ["High Voltage" by Linkin Park hits the speakers as Kyle Solomon appears from the black abyss of the backstage area. With eyes opened focusedly and staring at his opponent, he stands still, facing the ring as the crowd erupts, breaking his stare as Kyle suddenly snaps his head around to see the audience applauding him. He folds his arms while cocking his head up in the air as we can see his forest green 3/4 length pants and black cut-off "Kyle Solomon" t-shirt. The One Man Show now brings focus back to his opponent as he walks slowly down to ringside, biding his time so as not to be unfairly attacked by the anxious man awaiting in the ring for him. Stepping up onto the apron while holding the ropes for balance, Solomon cautiously climbs the turnbuckle, raising his hands in the air to the delight of the crowd, and then drops into the ring.] Tim: And there's our HWF World Champion!! Jeff: You're a mark for The Mark. Tim: Pfft... [The bell sounds, as Kyle and Tempest begin circling each other. They two lock up in the center of the ring, and Tempest somehow gets the advantage. She backs Kyle to the ropes and then whips him to the other side. As he runs, Tempest holds her back. Kyle bounces back, and Tempest jumps into the air for a hurricanrana. Kyle catches her, and backflips her back to her feet. Tempest stumbles a little, but then runs at Solomon. Kyle sends her to the ropes. As she comes back, Tempest takes Kyle over with a flying head scissors. Kyle flips onto his back and quickly gets up. Tempest reacts quickly, and drops him an arm drag right into an arm wrench.] Tim: Wow, I didn't expect Tempest to be that quick after the attack. Jeff: Well, we didn't even see what happened - she's a girl, she was probably lieing about how bad she was hurt. Tim: God, I need a new announcing partner. Jeff: WHY!?! [Kyle forces himself up to his feet now, and breaks the arm lock. Tempest backs up, but quickly steps forward and wrenches out Kyle's arm again. Shaking her head, Tempest whips Kyle into the turnbuckle. She seems to be struggling, but as Kyle comes back at her, she backs up and then drops him into a drop toe hold, slamming his face into the lowest turnbuckle. Seizing the opportunity, she rolls up and scales the turnbuckles and leaps into a somersault plancha. Kyle drops to the mat hard, and Tempest gets up - holding her back again.] Tim: Tempest is unstoppable tonight!! Jeff: Yeah, this chick ain't half bad... Tim: Cut his mic, I beg of you. [Tempest acts as if she'll go for the pin, but lifts up Kyle by the hair now. She tries to lift up Kyle in a fireman's carry, but can't handle the pressure on her back. Kyle slips out, right into an inverted facelock. Kyle grabs her by the pants and lifts her up - only to drop her down with a reverse sitdown suplex. The crowd gasps at the move, as Kyle gets up to some cheers. Kyle lifts up Tempest now, who is heavily favoring her back now. Kyle looks strangely off-screen, and then forces Tempest into a standing head scissors. Tempest tries to free herself, but Kyle forces her up into a canadian backbreaker rack and sits down with the move. Tempest impatcs with the mat and flips onto her stomach.] Tim: ONLY MORTAL!! Jeff: Solomon is punishing her now!! Tim: What a change of pace... [Solomon lifts up Tempest again and throws her to the corner. He quickly scales up to the second rope and starts punching Tempest in the head over and over again. The crowd counts along and gets to about 7, but Tempest head-butts Kyle right in the stomach. The females in the crowd cheer now as Tempest begins to regain her composure. Amazingly, Tempest grabs Kyle by the legs, steps out from the corner, and drops Kyle down with a HUGE sitdown powerbomb.] Jeff: JESUS CHRIST!! [One... ...Two.. ....THR..KICKOUT!!] Tim: Tempest almost got a quick one!! [Tempest gets up, slumped over by the pain in her back. She slowly lifts up Kyle to his feet, but Kyle slaps her hands away and kicks her in the stomach. Kyle turns around and grabs the top rope. He springs up and backflips behind Tempest - somehow catching her in an inverted facelock and immediately dropping her with an inverted DDT. The crowd gives Solomon a round of applause for the spectacular move.] Tim: God, I love the HWF!! The only place where you can catch action like this! Jeff: Ah... it's a-ight... [Kyle gets up, and quickly pulls up Tempest. Kyle forces Tempest into pumphandle position and signals for the end. Kyle flips her up onto his shoulder, but Tempest slips out the back and locks him in a headlock. Tempest runs with Kyle to the turnbuckle and backflips off now. Tempest tries to keep hold of Kyle's head for the Rottweiler, but Kyle breaks the grasp.] Tim: Whew, that was a close one for Solomon... [Tempest quickly kicks the turning Solomon and then whips him hard towards the corner. Kyle reverses it, though, and Tempest flies into the buckles. Tempest staggers out of the corner, only to get lit up with rights from Kyle. Tempest ducks the last of the punches and dropkicks Kyle right in the chest. Tempest slowly gets up but, before she can recover, Kyle lifts her back up and spikes her HARD...] Tim & Jeff: RIGHT ON THE MARK!! [Tempest's head boucnes on the mat and Kyle goes for the pin.] Tim: Is this it!?! [One... ....Two... ......THREE!!] Jeff: And Kyle Solomon retains the belt!! ["High Voltage" hits the speakers again, as a ring attendant trows the World Title into the ring. The ref hands the belt to the rising Kyle Solomon, who throws it over a shoulder.] Tim: What a ni- [Tim stops, as Kyle's music slowly cuts out. Focus turns to the Extream Screen now, where Gavin Coens pops up - looking larger than life. Kyle stares at him with suspecion, as the whole arena waits for Gavin to speak.] Gavin: Well Kyle, once again you do what only thousands can claim to do and defeat Tempest. It's funny though, she just didn't have the spunk that she usually has. Something must've happened. Whatever could it be? ...roll the footage. [Gavin is replaced on the ES by an earlier shot of Tempest walking down the hall in the back of the arena. They show the footage of Storm, Nix, Coens, and Collins beating up on Tempest. All three man begin to kick Tempest in the ribs, as Coens grabs the chair. Instead of cutting to commerical, they show Gavin slamming the chair right into Tempest's back. The three finish their attack and then Gavin gets down on his knees and brings his head next to the fallen Tempest's head.] Gavin: Don't you ever interfere in my business again Tempest. I told you before that you're not welcome in my affairs. Look at you now little girl, you're broken, and all from being too damn tame. Good luck in your match Princess. [Gavin leans over and gives Tempest a small kiss on her cheek. They stomp her a few more times, as Davison shows up - as seen before. The Extream Screen cuts back to the previous shot of Gavin.] Gavin: Guess it's not a good day to be a good guy, is it Tempest? See you soon Kyle. [The Extream Screen fades out to Gavin face, grinning in delight.] Tim: What does this mean for next week!?! [Kyle stares straight at the Extream Screen, although Gavin is not seen anymore. He has a very confuses look on his face. Tempest slowly rises now, as Kyle hops through the ropes and walks to the back with a purpose. He gets to the curtain and steps through. Tempest slowly stumbles to the back, now, as Suicide goes off the air. Fade to black.]
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