(The music cranks as the screen explodes inside "Center Stage" in Atlanta, Georgia. The fans chant "HWF" as we go straight to Tim and Jeff.)

Tim: One week removed from one of the most influential HWF pay-per-views in history, this is SATURDAY SUICIDE!!!

Jeff: We have a great card planned for you tonight. First up, we'll have a Chair Shot Survival Match between "Violent" Vinny Vile and "The Canadian Phat Boy" Trevor Smith.

Tim: But first…

(The cameras fade in to the HWF ring, where a celebration of sorts is going on. Balloons fall from the rafters and multi-colored confetti covers the floor. "Hail to the Chief" blares over the speakers and a small shower of fireworks explode all around. The crowd gives a mixed reaction, some cheering wildly and others showing their displeasure. The Presidential music fades into "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by the Scorpions as the new HWF World champion, Lance Sterling, walks out from the curtains, flanked on all sides by the re-formed HWF's Finest. All five men walk down the aisle, climb into the ring and do a group pose for the crowd. The music dies down as Lance Sterling asks for a microphone)

LANCE STERLING: Hellooooooooo, HWF! Tonight, I have something veeeery special for all of you. As you all know, at May Mayhem I fulfilled my promise and became the NEW Hardcore Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight champion of the world! So now, tonight I take my rightful place as the leader of the new era here in the HWF. In fact, all of you might consider this to be my Inaugural Address..

Tim: Who does he think he is? The President? Inaugural Address, my ass!

Jeff: Let the man speak! After all, he IS the world champion!

LANCE STERLING: Like I was saying before, this is a new era in the HWF. The five of us, HWF's Finest, run this whole damn show! Face it, everyone in this arena know that we are the best of the best. The cream of the crop. The creme de la creme. I mean we have the greatest talent ever seen anywhere in the world. Talent much better than anyone else in the HWF, and damn sure much better than anything possessed by these people in this arena!

(A loud chorus of boos erupt from the crowd, as well as chants of "Sterling Sucks!". Lance looks around at the crowd)

LANCE STERLING: Show me respect, dammit! I'm your idol, for crying out loud! I know each and every one of you would just LOVE to live the lifestyle I live! So quiet down and let your champion speak!

(More boos)

LANCE STERLING: Well, to hell with all of you then. Now as to those group of upstart wannabes, The X-Tremists, you guys are full of it if you actually think you're better than we are. We aren't called HWF's Finest for nothing. In fact, if we wanted to we could kick all your asses right here and now! So why don't you little babies--

(Sterling is interrupted as "Hammering In My Head" by Garbage blares over the speakers and the X-Tremists come out from the curtains. They stand on the aisle and look at the HWF's Finest, who return the cold stare)

LANCE STERLING: So you babies came out, huh? Well listen up, and listen good. We run this place. Not you bunch of losers. All you are is a bunch of wannabes, trying to emulate us, your heroes. If you get in our way, we'll--

JAYSON STARR: You aren't gonna do a damn thing Lancy-boy. Ya see.. we don't have to hide behind each other to fight our fights for us.. unlike you and your band of jackasses that're called The HWF's Most Moronic. I see last week at May Mayhem... you needed the help of your little brick wall, Keith Bronson.. to take little ol' me.

LANCE STERLING: Only because you weren't worth fighting by myself! You're NOTHING to me, Starr. Nothing at all. You come out here and run your little mouth like it means something me. You and your little rag-tag band of misfits are just fooling yourselves. I'm gonna love getting to kick your ass tonight.

JAYSON STARR: You?! YOU kick MY ass? No, I don't think that's possible. You haven't the ability to even breathe the same AIR I do.. let alone kick my ass. So that one's right out the window, I suggest you try another tactic. 'Cause you can't beat me.

LANCE STERLING: Don't kid me! You're not even in the same league as I am, Starr! How about we settle this like men, here tonight? That way I can show the world how much of a loser you are!

JAYSON STARR: Ya know... I bet the fans would really enjoy seeing, Sterling versus Starr for your HWF Title.

(The crowd cheers loudly at the mention of a title match.)

They'd love watching me stomp twenty-one different kinds of shit outta your egotistical ass... but that won't happen today. No, that can wait. But today.. what we WILL see.. is Jayson Starr and John Justice kickin' the crap outta two jackasses that go by the names of Lance and Justin!

(The crowd gives a huge pop.)

LANCE STERLING: More like they'll get to see Justin Storm and Lance Sterling, the two greatest athletes in the HWF today, beat the living hell out of you and that good-for-nothing John Justice. Don't sing it, Starr, bring it! Here tonight you're going to get your ass kicked by the best wrestler in the HWF...no no, the best wrestler in the whole damn world! I'm Lance Sterling, the HWF World champion, and tonight Starr, you're going to find out what its like to be on the receiving end of a Director's Cut!

("Rock You Like a Hurricane" blares over the speakers again as the two warring factions, The HWF's Finest and the X-tremists, stare each other down. The cameras then fade to a commercial)

(Commercials)

Tim: Alright we're back and ready for action. This is going to be a gre…

("Irresponsible Hate Anthem" by Marilyn Manson hits the speakers, surprising everyone. Out from the back, steps Jesse Suicide with a microphone. He walks to the ring, sporting street clothes. The music stops as he begins.)

Jesse Suicide: Well, I'm not out here all too often, but it's time that I start getting involved. Seeing that The Icon is near dead at the hospital, he has taken it upon himself to let me run the show for him in his absence. But before I get to that, I'd like to say a few words of my own.

Firstly, this concerns The HWF's Finest members Justin Storm and Lance Sterling. You two simply disgust me. As a fan and a wrestler myself, I have totally lost any respect for you that I ever did possess. You took the World Title, and made it to something that no longer has meaning. My
friend, J. Simon Rykopathe, wore that belt with dignity and class, and defended it with his life. You two, on the other hand, are passing it back and forth like it's a fucking Game Boy! Well, I, for one, can't stand it. So, starting tonight, things are going to be a little different.....a little bit more controversial.

Starting tonight, everything that has been the past is meaningless. Everything that you thought was valuable is worthless. Owning gold means shit now. It's got no value anymore. All that is meaningful now is who is the last man laughing. Right now, I bet that Justin and Lance are having a
blast upon their throne atop the HWF's elite wrestling world. But that time will be very short. Now, yes you will survive tonight. You are not the first target. Rather than that, we have chosen another target tonight. This man is involved with one of the two major factions in this business today. But it isn't Justin. It isn't the World Champion, Lance Sterling. Chris Goings, you can walk around safely tonight, because it isn't you either. Nick Diamante, it's not you either. You are the four that will be
dealt with last. As for everyone else, you are not safe anymore.

Everyone saw when I went to visit The Icon in his hospital room. So everyone knows that he is no longer the same man. He used to have morals, dignity, and a few other good traits that most men should possess. But now, all that the Icon represents is hate and maliciousness. All that he seeks
is vengeance. And I am that man who will bring him that very wish. Rest assured, I won't be using my fists. That job has been handed out to another man. A man that nobody has seen before, that nobody knows about. He may not have bruised a rock or invented any colors. He may not have a thousand nicknames like Lance and Justin. Those kinds of things aren't needed when he does his job. And his first assignment is tonight. So I urge all of you to watch your backs. And I tell you this. I am not to be blamed for what happens after this moment. I'm just the messenger.

Do you all honestly think that you've gotten rid of J. Simon Rykopathe? Not in the slightest. You all have won the starting battle.....whether it is stabbing him in the back, or powerbombing him off of a damn cage! But the war is far from over. It hasn't even begun yet. The warning flags are being put up now, because someone will, without a doubt, feel the pain that J. Simon Rykopathe feels. But, even that has it's limits. You will only feel physical pain. The Icon feels all types of pain..... emotional and physical. After last Sunday, he just gave up hope.....wishing that the world would become better. Sure, he could kill himself, but he'd rather live in pain and watch every single one of you suffer! So tonight, everything changes.....and not for the better.

(Jesse's music hits again as he leaves to a confused reaction from the crowd.)

Tim: Did you hear that?

Jeff: Someone's going to get hurt, TONIGHT!

(The cameras go backstage, to find "Violent" Vinny Vile walking down the hallway, carrying his tag title. He speaks to himself, while continuing to walk.)

Vinny Vile: Man… This is insane! Jesse Suicide just said somebody was going to be hurt tonight and I've got my match to worry about! I can't have this thing on my mind…

(Vile continues walking, then passes a huge Russian man, standing against the hallway. The man looks to be on the ring crew or a job of some physical nature. Vinny stops in his tracks and steps back, looking to the man.)

Vinny Vile: Hey… you have anything to do tonight?

(The large Russian shakes his head.)

Vinny Vile: Good… Here's the deal…

(Fade to commercial.)

Tim: We're back… Jeff, did you see that? I think Vinny Vile just "hired" that huge Russian to be his bodyguard.

(The cameras go backstage to find Marek "DRE" de Kere and "Vicious" Vic Williams brawling in the hallway. Both men are bleeding as they trade blows.)

Jeff: DRE and Vic Williams are killing each other backstage!

(The camera then goes back to the ring.)

(The lights go out. A gong is heard throughout the arena, which instantly goes into "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica. The crowd goes wild as red and blue pyro shoots out of the entranceway. When the song gets to the main part, an explosion is set off at the entranceway and the lights come back on. "Violent" Vinny Vile comes out of the back with his red shades on, and pulling a garbage can full of stuff walking to the ring, looking around at fans on the way and slapping hands. When he gets to the ring, he sets the can up against the ring, then slides in and gets on the second rope and puts his hands out as the crowd cheers.)

Jeff: Well, he doesn't have the big man with him right now…

(A bit of smoke fills the entry way when "Take a look Around" By Limp Bizkit comes onto the speakers. Red and white Pyros shoot of the entry way, then out comes "The Canadian Phat Boy" Trevor Smith. He is wearing black Corts with black shoes, a black T-shirt that says "I'm Canadian and I'm Phat, need I say more?" And on the back it has a picture of the Canadian Flag with barbwire wrapped on the maple leaf, Trev also is wearing a China Town NYC button up shirt on top as well. Trev has on his Dragon Sunglasses with red lenses and his black bucket cap as well. Trevor is coming out of the entryway with a cart that has a row of chairs on it. He continues to push it towards the ring while his C4 Chair is laying on the top. Trevor puts the cart beside the ring and throws some of the chairs in the ring and his C4 Chair as well. Trevor then goes to the other side of the ring and pulls out his barbwire made table. Trevor then gets in the ring and to his corner and takes off his China shirt, his glasses and his cap and gives it to the timekeeper.)

Tim: Trevor Smith has come to fight, tonight!

Jeff: He's pushed out an entire chair rack, especially the chair "upgraded" with C4, and finally, that table, covered in barbwire.

Tim: There's got be 75 or more chairs on that rack!

(The bell sounds as each man is in the opposite corner of the other. Vinny Vile reaches down and picks two chairs off the mat. One, he keeps, and the other he tosses across the ring to Trevor Smith.)

Jeff: Vinny Vile wants this to be a fair fight, for the start, anyway.

(The two begin to come out of the corner, as Smith smacks the chair to the mat a few times. The two then explode into action, both swinging the chairs. The chairs smack together as the two try to swing again, with the chairs being used like swords.)

Tim: These guys are dueling it out!

(Finally, Vinny Vile doesn't swing, but Trevor Smith does. Smith's chair misses Vinny Vile, as he moves out of the way. As Smith tries to pick the chair up again, Vinny cracks him over the back with the chair.)

Jeff: That shot echoed through the arena!

(Vinny nails Trevor once more on his back, sending Trevor to his hands and knees. Vile steps back, until he reaches the ropes. He bounds off the ropes and leaps, putting the chair under his leg, and hits a jumping leg drop to the back of Trevor's head! Trevor goes to the mat, planting his face onto the chair he once had! The crowd "oohs" as Vinny gets to his feet and pulls up Smith. Vinny grabs Trevor by the arm and whips him across the ring. Vinny picks up a chair and cranks Smith over the head with it! Smith smacks into the mat and rolls onto his stomach. Vinny then places the chair on the side of Smith's head. Vile steps back then runs. He drops and hits a baseball kick to the chair, that sends Trevor out of the ring and to the floor!)

Tim: Vinny Vile is showing his mean streak tonight, in his singles debut!

(Vinny grabs another chair and slowly climbs the turnbuckle. He is perched on top, with the chair, waiting for Trev to get up. Smith slowly gets to his feet, groggy. He turns as Vinny stands up on the top turnbuckle. Vinny then leaps off with impressive hang time, but allows Trevor to just grab the chair that was kicked into his face. Vinny comes down with the chair under his arm, as the two men and the two chairs collide. Each man gets struck with a chair, collapsing to the floor.)

Jeff: Holy crap!

Tim: Both men are out and… what's this?

(A brunette haired woman walks out from the back, crying.)

Jeff: What the hell…

(The woman comes around ringside, near the men. She kneels beside Trevor Smith, evidently trying to help.)

Tim: She looks familiar…

Jeff: Hey! Isn't she that girl that was in Trevor Smith's interview a view days ago?

Tim: You're right!

(Both men are beginning to stir, as the woman helps Trevor to his feet. Trevor has a small cut above his eye that is beginning to bleed.)

Tim: Uh, oh. The Canadian Phat Boy is busted open!

(Vinny Vile uses the ring curtain to pull himself up and rolls into the ring. Meanwhile, the woman and Trevor Smith are talking. Vinny sees this and walks to the ropes, grabbing Smith by the hair. He pulls Smith up to the apron and takes a swing. Trevor ducks and Vinny spins himself around. Trevor then grabs the back of Vinny's head and drops off the apron with a slingshot neckbreaker!)

Jeff: He could've broken Vinny Vile's neck!

(Trevor smiles at the woman and then walks around the ring. He grabs the barbwire table and folds the legs, then slides it in the ring. Vinny Vile is grimacing in pain in the ring, as Trevor Smith sets up the table and sets it up near the corner. Trevor then goes to Vinny and pulls him to his feet. Trevor attempts to put Vinny in a standing head scissors but Vinny nails a low blow.)

Tim: Low blow! Low blow!

(Vinny then takes Trevor by the head and runs to the ropes, tossing him over the ropes and onto the chair rack! The wobbles a bit as Vinny Vile uses the ropes as a ladder, getting on top of the rack also. Vinny goes to Trevor and picks him up, then places him in a standing head scissors.)

Jeff: Look out!

(Vinny pulls Trevor up for a piledriver, but Trevor won't fully go up. Trevor then reverses with a back body drop, sending Vinny smashing onto the chairs! Smith slowly crawls off the chair rack and gets into the ring. He takes no time to rest, as he begins to climb the turnbuckle, closest to the chair rack. Smith reaches the top and leaps off going for a swan-ton style senton bomb onto Vinny ON THE CHAIR RACK!!! Vinny moves at the last second, sliding off of the rack and jumping to the floor. Trevor Smith goes crashing into the chair rack!!! A loud snap is heard and one side of the rack collapses, sending approximately 75 chairs crashing to the floor!!! Oh and don't forget Trevor Smith is in those chairs!!!)

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

(Vinny Vile takes no time and sifts through the chairs and finds Trevor Smith. He slowly pulls Smith up and then rolls him into the ring. Vile takes the table wrapped in barbwire and sets it in the center of the ring. Vile then goes back to the outside, grabbing the garbage can. He opens the lid and pulls out a garbage bag and tosses it into the ring.)

Jeff: Did the HWF start a new garbage pickup business or something?

Tim: I don't think so…

(Vile opens the bag and pulls out two pairs of handcuffs.)

Tim: He's got handcuffs!

(Vile takes each pair of handcuffs and cuffs Trevor's arms to the legs of the table! As he's done, he rolls to the outside.)

Jeff: What's he doing now?

(Vinny tosses the ring apron up and pulls out a ladder! Vinny slides the ladder in the ring, then reaches into the garbage can, pulling out a gasoline can!! Vinny grabs one of the many chairs around ringside and pours the gasoline on the chair! Vinny then slides the chair in the ring, finally going in too.)

Tim: This doesn't look good for Smith!

(Vinny sets up the ladder in the corner, then reaches into the garbage bag. He pulls out a book of matches and takes one, striking it. He drops the lit match onto the chair and it engulfs in flame!! The crowd roars as Vinny picks the chair up and slowly climbs the ladder. Trevor Smith is trying to get off the table, but he's handcuffed. Vinny Vile reaches the near top of the ladder and turns, holding the chair in the air to the delight of the crowd. Vile then leaps off with the chair under his arm. Vinny nails a FLAMING ELBOW DROP off the ladder, crashing onto Smith going through the barbwire table!!!)

Jeff: OH…MY…GOD!!!

(The crowd breaks into a deafening "HOLY SHIT" chant, as Vinny Vile slowly crawls out of the rubble and grabs a microphone.)

"Violent" Vinny Vile: Yo... I think this guy's had enough of Triple V. Man, bring that damn stretcher down here, I'm tired of looking at his ass.

("Wherever I May Roam" hits the speakers as Vinny Vile raises the flaming chair above his head. A team of EMTs run to the ring and begin to attend on Trevor Smith, as the woman with him comes in to help.)

Tim: Vinny Vile is insane!!!

(The camera shot goes backstage, apparently right near the "gorilla area" or where the wrestlers enter. Vinny Vile comes through, to be met by the large Russian.)

Russian: *in Russian accent* It is much in balcony, follow me.

Jeff: Hey, that Russian is doing his job!

(Vinny Vile follows the large Russian up a flight up stairs as the camera follows.)

Tim: Why are we following these guys?

Jeff: Maybe the cameraman is the one who's trying to hurt Vile!!! Look out Vinny!

Tim: Would you shut up?!

(The Russian and Vinny Vile reach the balcony, where a man in Riot gear stands guard of a door. The Russian points to the door as they enter the room. Inside, it looks to be a much smaller but equally lavish "sky" box, looking out of the crowd. Vinny shakes the man's hand.)

Vinny: Thanks, man… I appreciate it.

(Just as Vinny looks over the balcony, the large Russian nails him with a huge forearm to the back of the head! Vinny falls to his knees and turns as the Russian levels him with a devastating haymaker. The Russian then picks Vinny Vile up over his head in a gorilla press.)

Jeff: What is he doing!?

(The Russian walks to the edge of the balcony to the astonishment of the crowd. The Russian then drops Vinny off the edge, as Vile goes crashing to the floor, falling THROUGH a large, roofed concession stand!!! The stand is more like a small barn, made of plywood!)

Tim: He's dead! He's dead!

(The Russian smirks as the Riot Squad member comes into the room and removes his helmet.)

Jeff: It's… it's… it's JESSE SUICIDE!!!

Tim: He's got a microphone, too!

Jesse Suicide: I'd like to introduce all of you to the Icon's new hired gun......his paid assassin. Hailing from Yalta, Russia...he stands at a monstrous 6 foot 11 and 426 pounds. I want you all to meet Boris "Tiny" Kevelnekov!

Vinny, I hope those Tag Team Titles were worth the pain you are going through now. You thought that you had gotten away with murder by planning this revolution. Well, you're only the first of the victims to come!

(Jesse and "Tiny" walk out of the room, as the sounds of ambulance sirens are heard, as EMTs are now attending to Vinny Vile also.)

Tim: We'll be right back!

(Commercials)

(The camera switches to an interview from earlier in the week. Chris Goings is standing there wearing the usual khaki's and red silk shirt. He removes his glasses obviously due to it being pitch black on the New York streets. He begins to walk and talk.)

Chris Goings: Now Michael Trey, Sunday I beat the living crap out of you and Saturday will be no different. Whether it be over blazing fire, under a bridge of fire, or in a ring dressed with barbwire I will kick your ass and you will like it because I am one bad motha...

(Goings stops as he sees four people approaching him. They are wearing red hats and sleeveless red shirts. He begins to laugh as he walks away from them.)

Hat #1: Don't walk away from us bitch.

Hat #2: I think he wants an ass whoopin man.

Hat #3: I think he NEEDS an ass whoopin man.

Chris Goings: You four? Kick my ass? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... HA!

(The four men approach him and get face to face with him. He strikes first and nails one man with a haymaker and the man falls down. The man beside him pulls a knife out of his jean pocket and flips the switch on it. He begins to slash towards Goings who is backing up. Goings stumbles to his knee's and falls down on the ground. All four men begin to stomp on him unmercifully. He tries to get up to no avail. One man sees the camera and has a weird expression on his face. He pulls a gun out of his pocket and pulls the clip of shells out of it. He smashes the gun up against the lens of the camera and the transmission is cut...)

Tim: Oh my god...

Jeff: That wasn't real! You know how Goings is.

Tim: You mean The Chris? His arrogant attitude finally backfired.

Jeff: I bet you any second now he comes out here to wrestle... ANY SECOND!

(An explosion lights up the entranceway and "Big Pimpin" by Jay-Z starts over the PA system. Chris Goings walks out through the curtains on crutches and tape around his head. The crowd is cheering the *NEW* Hardcore Champion as he limps out to the ring. He has the belt around his waist and a smile on his face. He struggles to get into the ring finally toughing it out stepping
through the ropes. He snaps his fingers and a mike is thrown to him from ringside.)

Chris Goings: I come here today to bring praise towards Michael Trey. I come here not to wrestle, but... to forfeit.

(The crowd erupts into a frenzy of boo's.)

Chris Goings: That's right, the world's baddest motha sucka has finally been put out of commission for the first time in his HWF career. But have no fear, I will be back another day... Just not today. Peace...

(With that "Debonaire" by Dope starts over the PA system. Chaz Manson emerges from behind the curtains and walks down to the ring wearing a HWF tee shirt and black cargo pants. He walks up the steel steps and steps through the ropes. He waves to the crowd as they cheer. Goings hands him the mike and he slowly raises it towards his lips.)

Chaz Manson: Hello HWF fans. I hope you are enjoying the show tonight. I sure as hell am. Now next on the schedule we have Chris Goings defending his title against Michael Trey in a Barbwire Heaven Match.

(The crowd erupts.)

Chaz Manson: But it seems Chris Goings is unable to compete here tonight so that match will not happen.

(The crowd erupts into a frenzy of boos.)

Chaz Manson: Will Michael Trey please come out here.

("The World Is Not Enough" by Garbage hits the PA as Michael Trey walks through the curtains accompanied by Claire Matthews. He slides into the ring and helps Claire over the ropes.)

Chaz Manson: Now Chris, I am very sorry to do this but I can't put the belt on hold.

Chris Goings: What are you talking about Chaz?

Chaz Manson: Chris, there a lot of people in this organization who are aiming for a belt. I cannot just leave it for you.

(He reaches towards Chris and snatches the belt from his waist. He holds the belt high into the air then brings it back down. He reaches the belt over to Michael Trey who accepts it. Trey smiles, but then has a confused look on his face. Chris Goings slowly walks to the back, along side with Chaz Manson, who tries to talk with Goings. Michael Trey stays at ringside and is given a cellular phone by Claire Matthews. Michael talks to somebody on the other end, as the last match is ready to start.)

Jeff: I can't believe this! Chris Goings has been stripped of the hardcore title and it's been given to Michael Trey?!

Tim: I'm just interested to know why Michael is still at ringside.

("Hammering in My Head" by Garbage explodes on the PA as the lights begin to flicker. From the back steps Jayson Starr along side John Justice, with the lovely Tasha. The three slowly walk down the aisle and reach the ring, to a good reception from the crowd. They seem to be weary of Michael Trey, as "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by the Scorpions cuts in. Gold glitter falls from the ceiling as the world champion, "Stunning" Lance Sterling and "The HWF's Finest" Justin Storm walk down the aisle. The crowd gives them a mixed reaction, as the two slide into the ring. Tasha exits, as the bell sounds.)
Tim: This should be good!

(All four men look be very intrigued by Michael Trey's presence at ringside, but go on nonetheless. Justin Storm and John Justice start the match first, as Starr and Sterling go to their respective corners.)

Jeff: What is Trey doing, anyway?

Tim: He's evidently talking to that mysterious person who's he been in touch with all week.

(Justin Storm and John Justice lock up, with Justin Storm getting the early advantage. Storm applies a side headlock, but Justice immediately shoves him off into the ropes. Storm comes back as Justice leap frogs over top of him. Storm comes back and meets a spinning heel kick from Justice, that takes him to the mat.)

Jeff: He about took his head off!

(Justice runs to the ropes and leaps onto the top rope and springboards backwards with a moonsault. Justice makes the early cover as the ref counts.)

Ref: One! Tw… kickout!

Tim: Way too early for a pin.

(John Justice then tags in Jayson Starr. Starr whips Justin Storm to the ropes and connects with a strong clothesline that rocks Storm into the X-Tremists' corner. Justice and Starr begin to double team Storm as Sterling tries to get into the ring. The ref stops him, allowing the X-Tremists to double team Justin Storm. Sterling won't get out of the ring and nails the referee with a right hand!! The ref falls to the mat as Sterling runs across the ring and splashes all three men in the corner!!!)

Jeff: This match hasn't even went a minute and a half and it looks like it's already out of control!

(Michael Trey on the outside puts the phone away, as a brawl breaks out between the X-Tremists and the HWF's Finest. A commotion in the crowd distracts the fans from the ring action, as a man comes through the crowd and jumps over the railing. He stands next to Michael Trey and Claire, as they watch the ensuing brawl in the ring.)

Tim: Who is that guy?

Jeff: I don't know…

(Another commotion breaks out as the fans point the entranceway. Two men walk down the aisle and stand near the ring. All of a sudden, Michael Trey nods his head and the two men hit the ring. The man who came through the crowd goes in also, along with Trey. The four then join the brawl, beating Sterling, Storm, Starr, and Justice to the mat. Michael Trey then grabs the mic as Claire joins the four in the ring. Michael Trey gets a mic.)

Michael: "This is what happens when you forget about Trey, guys. Now if you remember when I came back to the HWF, I said there was no one I could trust except myself and Claire. That was still true, even when I allied with Storm and ICON, the Hardcore Revolution. There is NO ONE in the HWF I trust. You're all a bunch of backstabbing assholes. That's why I went out and found these guys from my past. We are the Forgotten Souls: The tag team "Espionage", Blake Frost, and Michael Trey."

(Michael flips the Hardcore Title to his other shoulder and hands the mic to the man who helped him beat on Storm and Sterling; apparently, this is Blake Frost.)

Frost: "You all seem to think you can just push around Michael? I'm afraid not. I'm sure my voice is familiar from those phone conversations Michael and I had on those HWF vignettes. But who am I, really? Where did I come from? I'm sure those questions are running through your head right now. I'm sure I look somewhat familiar."

Tim: He does look VERY familiar Rick. I swear I've seen him before.

Jeff: Tim, I don't want to know about your personal life.

Tim: ... bastard.

(Michael takes the mic back once again to speak.)

Michael: "Sterling, I've hated your arrogant, pretty-boy attitude ever since you showed up claiming to be "Simply Perfect". Starr, your cocky, over-confident actions made a horrible impression too, if your short-term memory can remember back to your start. Now that Goings has been reminded
about this Forgotten Soul, I'm moving on to bigger and better things, namely MY World Title. Yes, MY World Title. I was the one who first won that title, back at Yes 2 Karnage. Since I can't defend the Hardcore Title and contend for the World at the same time, I've decided to place the Hardcore Belt in someone else's hands. Someone very deserving, someone very hardcore. That someone is... my BROTHER."

(The crowd and announcers go absolutely silent, as they all are baffled.)

Tim: As far as we knew, Michael had no family. No mother, no father, no one. Who is this 'brother'?

(Michael turns and shakes Blake Frost's hand, and hands him the hardcore belt! The crowd erupts in confusion.)

Michael: "That's right. Blake is my BROTHER. He was born Joshua Trey, but changed his name to Blake Frost for his wrestling career. It'd been years since I'd seen him last, until he called me the other day. He and I, along with the Espionage, had been great friends when we trained for wrestling.
He's been keeping an eye on me since I joined the HWF, and came to me offering to come in and help."

Blake: "Now as for the HWF's Finest and the X-tremists, there is NO SHELTER to save you from the Forgotten Souls' wrath. You've all screwed with the system the HWF runs on. You think you can defend titles when you want, you think you can just call the shots. You just forget about everyone else. It's now time for the Forgotten Souls to stand up and stop this insanity."

Michael: "This is the tightest stable in HWF history. It may not be the best and it may not be the biggest, but it WILL be solid and on the same page. I hope you guys are ready for a war, because there ain't no shelter from the Forgotten Souls..."

("No Shelter" by Rage Against The Machine hits the speakers as the newly formed Forgotten Souls begin to exit.)

Jeff: The Forgotten Souls have formed and Michael Trey's BROTHER is the new Hardcore champ!

(As the five go to exit, Keith Bronson and Steve Perry run down to the ring and stops the Forgotten Souls. Sterling and Starr join the brawl, as Justice and Storm fight each other. Then, "Hammering in My Head" hits once more as Mike Javelin and Nick Diamante rush down the aisle and join the brawl.)

Tim: The HWF's Finest, The X-Tremists, and The Forgotten Souls are brawling! We're out time! See you next week!!

(Close to the massive brawl.)

-------AFTER SUICIDE WENT OFF THE AIR-------

(The brawl began to separate as Bronson and Steve Perry battle Mike Javelin and Blake Frost up the aisle. Michael Trey and Lance Sterling fight into the crowd. Nick Diamante and John Justice go after Espionage. This leaves Jayson Starr and Justin Storm. Jayson powerbombs Justin Storm to the mat then goes to the outside. Jayson sets up a table on the outside, then gets Justin Storm onto the apron. Jayson Starr piledrives Justin Storm through the table off the apron. After all that, Jayson Starr got on the turnbuckle and raised his arms to the crowd as the fans began to leave.)

-------INJURY UPDATES-------

"Violent" Vinny Vile sustained a broken right arm, slightly dislocated left shoulder, severe concussion, and a bruised right hip. Vinny Vile will not be back in the ring wrestling for at least three weeks, but according to sources, Vile has told friends he will be back wrestling in two weeks. With the strict HWF policy dealing with head and neck injuries, he has to be out for at least a week.

"The HWF's Finest" Justin Storm sustained a mild concussion and a "stinger" as a result of the piledriver off the apron after Suicide went off the air. He is out for at least a week, again mandatory HWF policy guarantees that.

Marek "DRE" de Kere and "Vicious" Vic Williams both were given numerous stitches after brawling in the back for the entire show. They are both able to fight next week.

"The Canadian Phat Boy" Trevor Smith was also given stitches and received many cuts from the barbwire table, but he too can comeback next week.