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May 19th, 2001

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[6:58 pm | The HWF Arena, Canton Ohio]

[We cut away to a shot of a backstage office. The words 'Earlier Today' are plastered in the lower right hand corner. We see the all to familiar face of Johnathon Drake, but across from him sits an new face, a total unknown to us, the HWF viewer. This new man is semi-stocky, probably weighing in at a solid 275 lbs.]

Unknown Man: I know this is probably pretty weird for you... some guy flies up to talk to you about how a wrestler is performing in his federation and all but--

Johnny Drake: Look... Mr. Owens I don't--

'Mr. Owens': Actually it's Owen, no 's'... most people just call me Commissioner Owen, their's not alot of Mr. type stuff where I'm from.

Johnny Drake: Uh huh... well anyway, as I said on the phone, I don't know how I can help you control a wrestler in your own federation. I'm not even sure why you flew up... after I expressly asked you not to.

Owen: Well see I didn't really get to explain my situation on the phone, so I thought meeting face to face was best.

Johnny Drake: Alright, alright... I've only got a few minutes free though... I do have a show to run.

Owen: I can relate to that... anyway, lemme start at the beginning. A couple of years ago I ran a fed... no wait, that's to far back. Anyway, I've worked with J. Simon Rykopathe in the past and through him and his recommendations I currently have a couple of HWF guys under contract in my indy promotion down in Texas. Just this past week Michael Trey signed with my company and made a debut on our show.

Johnny Drake: Interesting...

Owen: Oh.. did you not know that Trey was working for us?

Johnny Drake: He mentioned something about it to me a few weeks ago...

Owen: Well, anyway. Trey has been EXTREMELY vocal about his affiliation to the HWF while on EWA TV... EWA is the name of my fed by the way. Anyway, being a small barely televised federation you can understand how it can be a little detramental for one of my guys to constantly plug another, bigger, federation. I've tried talking to Trey, but I just don't know if I got through, so I thought maybe you could ask him to tone it down.

Johnny Drake: So let me understand this... you want me to ask my Smackdown Champion, Michael Trey, to refrain from mentioning the HWF while on your show?

Owen: Yeah.. pretty much.

Johnny Drake: Uh.. yeah.. ok... I'll talk to him about it.

Owen: Wow... hey, thanks man. I appreciate it...

Drake: No problem...

[Owen gets up, the men shake, and a moment late he leaves the office. Drake sits back down with a flustered look on his face. He chuckles and shakes his head, making it clear that he was merely humoring Owen. His grin fades and he picks up his phone]

Drake: Yeah.. hello... can you ask the guys in the truck to find some footage from last week for a Texas based fed called the EWA... supposedly Michael Trey was on that show. Yeah... you heard me right. Hmmm.... this guy said he had 'a couple' of HWF guys under contract... wonder who else he meant. Anyway... try to find that footage, I want to see what this crackpot was talking about.

[The footage cuts out. Chris Davison, David Zakin, Tempest, and Joanna are seen walking the hallways, everyone besides Joanna carrying a gym bag. All are in typical street clothing. As they turn the corner, they bump into Buck Williams, Nikki, and someone that doesn't quite look familiar to HWF TV. Buck grins widely.]

Buck Williams: Well, if it isn't the little whiny pest...

[Joanna looked really angry, but stood her ground.]

Buck Williams: What, you guys decided to pick up this tramp?

[Chris looked Buck square in the eye.]

Chris Davison: Oh yeah, you're a real tough guy. Picking on a kid that's sixteen... you disgust me.

[The "resistance" walked past the three Wrecking Crew members, but Buck seemed really annoyed.]

Buck Williams: Hold on there, tiger. Rooster, did he just do what I think he just did?

[The unfamiliar guy grinned and nodded.]

Rooster Williams: Yep... I think he just did.

[Davison rolled his eyes.]

Chris Davison: Yeah, whatever.

[Buck roughly grabbed his shoulder and spun him back.]

Buck Williams: Don't you do it again.

[Davison looked at him levelly, and threw Buck's hand aside.]

Chris Davison: Do you mind getting your filthy hands off of me?

[Buck gave a half-laugh and turned to Rooster, seemingly unconcerned, then turned back and punched Davison in the face. Rooster started hammering on Davison as he was doubled over. Immediately, Zakin pulls Buck off and starts wildly brawling with him. Nikki and Tempest exchanged heavy blows, as well. A few moments after the fight broke out, officials appeared to pull the resistance and Wrecking Crew apart. They cut to the inside of the familiar HWF Arena now, where about 5,000 fans stand on their feet chanting "H-W-F, H-W-F". They cut immediately to Tim and Jeff at ringside.]

Tim: Hello HWF fans and welcome to Saturday Suicide.

Jeff: I'm Jeff 'I like to lick the cl-

Tim: Not tonight Jeff, we don't have time!!

Jeff: DAMMIT!

Tim: Sorry fans, but we have to fit everything into the timslot - so let's get this show underway.

[They cut to the entrance way.]

Jeff: Hey Tim.

Tim: Yes?

Jeff: I was gonna rhyme that with double dip...

Tim: O...kay...

[The lights suddenly go out. There is silence until "Just a Girl" is blasted over the speakers. A wall of fire shoots up from the ground and Inferna appears behind it, wearing her trademark red halter top, black hot pants, and boots. She is accompanied by Silky who has one arm around her shoulders. The wall lowers and Inferna sexily strides down the ramp to the ring. She jumps up onto the apron in one fluid motion and turns to the crowd and smiles sexily. Then holding on to the top rope, she flips into the ring. Inside the ring, Inferna waits for Silky to enter the ring. Inferna presses her body to Silky's for a good luck kiss. When they part, Silky slaps Inferna's butt playfully and exits the ring.]

Tim: Silky is coming to ring too?

Jeff: Good! He'll add to the atmosphere!

[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 playin softly in the background givin an eerie feeling to the arena. Rayne walks out in her provovative outfit and walks down giving a cold hearted look to the crowd.]

Tim: Now, I may not be too fond of any of these participants... but Rayne has really impressed me up until now!

Jeff: Inferna and Rayne have impressed me... and inspired me... in more ways than one!

Tim: Ugh... That's great.

Jeff: I believe this match is just going to be a regular match. That's what Shawn Collins said to us.

Tim: Indeed.

[Rayne eyes Silky as Inferna locks up with her. Inferna puts Rayne in a headlock, and twists her arms every few seconds. Rayne's hands stay up and she uses them to push Inferna to the ropes. Inferna bounces off, and Rayne catches her with a kick to the gut followed by a DDT. The crowd still with a mixed reaction towards both wrestlers in the ring.]

Jeff: Rayne can DDT me anyday!

Tim: I hope she'll take you up on that offer.

[Rayne lifts Inferna up, and clotheslines her down again. She jumps into the air to deliver a legdrop on Inferna, but she moves out of the way and Rayne lands on her bottom. Inferna immediately takes the initiative and dropkicks Rayne in the back of the head. Silky claps on the outside, and Rayne goes limp for a second. Inferna grabs Rayne's head and puts her in a sleeper. Rayne's eyes begin to drift as her hand falls to the mat.]

Tim: This match could be over early!

Jeff: Yeah, unless Silky turns on Inferna and saves Rayne!

Tim: Yes... of course... there's always that possibility... dumbass.

[The ref grabs Rayne's arm, and lifts it up. He lets go, and it falls to the mat.]

[ONE!]

[He lifts her arm up again, and drops it... it falls to the mat.]

[TWO!]

[The ref lifts it up one more time...]

Tim: This is it!

Jeff: NO! I WANT TO SEE MORE GIRL ON GIRL ACTION!

Tim: What?! What does this look like? The PWF?

Jeff: Can I guess what the P stands for?

Tim: Ugh...

[...and Rayne keeps her arm in the air. She stands up, still in the sleeper, and elbows Inferna in the stomach. Once, twice, three times. And Inferna lets go. Rayne bounces off the ropes and flies at Inferna with a cross-body splash. Inferna and Rayne get back up, and Rayne knocks her down again with a right. Inferna gets up again, and Rayne goes for another right, but Inferna ducks it and hits a neck-breaker on Rayne.]

Jeff: Who ever said girls couldn't wrestle? Did you see that neckbreaker?

Tim: I believe it was one Jeff Robinson who said, quote, Girls shouldn't be allowed to wrestle., end quote.

Jeff: Oh... pshaw!

[Inferna begins to kick Rayne while she's down. Kick after kick after kick. She yells at Silky for a chair, and Silky happily throws one inside. Inferna picks the chair up, and drops it on Rayne's back. Rayne arches in pain and Inferna sets up for another swing. She swings it, but misses as Rayne dodges the object. Inferna swings it again, and misses. Rayne then grabs the chair as Inferna swings it again. They are each holding one side of the chair. They begin to swing each other around. Inferna lets it go, and Rayne flies into the ropes. She bounces back and is caught by Inferna, who flips her over in a belly-to-belly suplex.]

Tim: Flawless belly-to-belly!

Jeff: Boy, would I love to have been in the middle of that...

Tim: Is that all you think about?

Jeff: No. Chocolate tastes good!

[Rayne slowly gets up, and walks over to Inferna. Inferna just hiptosses Rayne to the mat again. Inferna picks up the chair, and slams ir down on Rayne's chest. Rayne crunches up, holding her chest in pain. Inferna winks at Silky, who winks back. She then goes to the corner, and climbs to the top rope. She jumps off, hoping to land a Senton Bomb, but Rayne rolls to her left and Inferna hits the ground yelling in pain.]

Tim: Inferna must have landed wrong! That looked painful!

Jeff: Go help her Silky! Or I will!

[Rayne gets up, and Inferna slowly gets to her feet. Rayne charges at Inferna, and jumps up to hit some sort of rana, but Inferna reverses it. She turns Rayne upside down, and drops into a sitting tombstone maneuver.]

Jeff: FIRE THUNDER DRIVER! IT'S OVER!

[Inferna covers Rayne, and Roger Williams goes down to make the count.]

[One.... Two....]

Tim: And we have ourselves a...

[Thre--- kickout!]

Jeff: She kicked out!

Tim: I guess the match continues.

[Rayne sits up, dazed. Inferna starts to yell at the ref for not making the count. Rayne inches towards the turnbuckle to rest, but Inferna grabs her arm, and locks on an armbar submission hold.]

Tim: And Rayne's locked in the Firepit!

[Rayne begins to struggle and yell, but quickly reaches the ropes and Roger Williams breaks the hold.]

Jeff: We all saw that coming. Rayne was moving towards the ropes to begin with.

[Inferna gets up, as does Rayne. Inferna swings a right, Rayne blocks it and hits her with a left. They go back and forth with Rayne getting the majority of the jabs. Rayne backs into the turnbuckle, and Inferna follows with the rights and lefts. Rayne blocks, and slaps Inferna. She then puts Inferna in a front-chancery, and sits on the top turnbuckle. She stands on the second turnbuckle, and swings around 180 degrees and hits a corkscrew DDT!]

Tim: And Rayne's back in this!

Jeff: I love DDTs.

[Inferna lays on the ground and Rayne immediatly goes back to the turnbuckle. She climbs it, and jumps backwards, hitting a split-legged moonsault onto Inferna's fallen body. Roger Williams goes for the count.]

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

Tim: The heart that both these ladies are showing is incredible!

Jeff: That's not all they're showing that's incredib...

Tim: Oh shut up!

[Rayne gets up and watches Inferna, getting ready for something. As Inferna gets to her feet, she rushes to clothesline Rayne. Rayne ducks, turns around, lifts Inferna into a bodyslam... but drops her on her head!]

Tim: THE RAYNE DROP!

[Rayne goes for the cover. Roger Williams makes the count.]

[One.... Two........]

Jeff: Is this it?

[Three!!]

Tim: And Rayne has pulled it off! She's gained the upset!

[Rayne's theme plays as Silky helps Inferna to the back. Rayne stands victorious in the ring.]

Jeff: We'll be back!

[The cameras fade into backstage in Gary Luger's lockerroom. He's just finished getting ready, and is doing a little bit of stretching. Just then, the door swings open and Jayson Starr walks in. He looks kinda pissed, but Gary greets him nonetheless.]

Gary Luger: Hey, Jayson. I w--

Jayson Starr: Listen, I'm in a pretty fucked up mood today, so I'm gonna give this to you straight. Tonight, Sterling's ass is mine.. so you stay away from him. Do whatever you want with Havoc and his sick fuckin' ass, but just stay the hell outta my way and we won't have any problems, alright?

Gary Luger: Look Jay, this match isn't about winning or losing. Sure, I want to beat them, but what I really want is to teach Havoc to show me a bit of respect, he is trying to act like the stereotypical school playground bully, going around picking on the smaller guys, people like me. Well this isn't school, and the little boy has grown up, and so tonight is the chance for me to prove that fact and show him just how much the balance of power has shifted. It's shit like this that got me started wrestling, Jay, and I am not going to abandon my roots. I'm going to stick to my guns and pop a cap in him, maybe even a whole magazine. I won't need your help in that personal conquest, Jay, just like you won't really need me to help you out in your mission against Sterling. We will just go out there and sort our shit out, we'll watch each other's backs at the same time, but if we can help it, just stick to our own problems.

Jayson Starr: You god damn fuckin' right, Luger. I'm glad we see eye-to-eye, cause if not, then I'd have to knock you the fuck out and take them both on my-damn-self. You saw the insane shit Havoc was doin' in his fuckin' lockerroom.. who knows what jobber he sliced up in there and splattered across the damn walls, so you'd better watch both our backs. The sonofabitch is liable to start tearing limbs off with his fuckin' teeth like Hannibal Lecter or some shit. Remember, this match is No DQ, so if he goes all carnivore on your ass, don't hesitate to bash him in the head with a motherfuckin' spiked bat or whatever else your ass can grab.

[Gary smirks.]

Gary Luger: Heh, will do. And what about Sterling?

Jayson: Don't worry about Sterling, I'll more than take care of his pompous, egotistical, self-centered ass when I get a hold of him.

Gary Luger: Hear you loud and clear, Jay.

Jayson: Just make sure to keep it that way. Now, let's go out and fuck them up.

Gary Luger: Haha, yeah.

[Jayson looks at Luger for a moment, pondering to himself if he can really trust him, then he turns and walks out the door--followed by Luger.]

[Commercials.]

[The screen cuts to the HWF Arena's parking lot, where a long black stretch limousine is just pulling up. The cheuffeur steps out and holds open the door...]

Tim: I wonder who this could be?!

Jeff: I have a feeling I know...its THE MAN!

[Sure enough, Lance Sterling steps out of the limousine. He's wearing casual attire right now: Jeans, black T-shirt, black jacket, and shades, but he's carrying a duffel bag with his wrestling gear. He says something inaudible to the cheuffeur and begins to walk inside. He passes by two security guards, and nods to both of them.]

Tim: And Lance Sterling has arrived at the HWF Arena!

Jeff: Yeeeees! I was right! THE MAN has arrived, and he's ready to kick some Starr and Luger ass later tonight!

[The camera follows as Sterling walks inside the arena, past a couple members of the HWF production staff, and into his locker room. He throws the duffel bag with his gear onto a wooden bench and takes off his jacket. Placing it on a chair, he turns and gives a "What the fuck are you still here for?" look at the camera before he promptly slams the door shut. ]

Tim: Doesn't look like Sterling is in a good mood tonight..

Jeff: That IS his good mood.. I think.

Tim: Whether it is or not, he won't be in a good mood later tonight; that's for sure. Not when he faces Jayson Starr and Gary Luger.

Jeff: He has Havoc, remember?

Tim: Yeah, I know. But can he trust Havoc? More importantly, can Havoc trust STERLING? Don't forget, Jayson was his friend for over a year and he turned his back on him.

Jeff: Good point..

[The scene cuts back to Jonathan Storm stretching in the hallway. As he stands up, he accidentally bumps into Darkside Dragon, and then the fun begins.]

Storm: Oh...it's you...

Dragon: Jonathan, listen...I don't know what your problem is with us, but perhaps you can give me an explanation as to why you cost myself and Tatsumi the...

Storm: *interrupting* It doesn't matter why I did it, Puff The Magic Dragon...all that matters is that the tag titles are in the right hands now...and that Buck accomplished his goal. Now if you excuse me, I got some people to embarass.

[Storm begins to walk away, and Dragon stops him.]

Dragon: Jonathan, I know you've been to Japan...I know you know about honour...

Storm: *interrupting again*...and I don't give two shits about it...now if you bother me again, I'll make sure you're the next guy I embarass.

[They cut back to the arena.]

Tim: Whew, I wouldn't want to be X and Ares right now... not after what Storm just said to Dragon.

[Then, all of a sudden, "Wish I was dead" by the dwarves begins to play. Ares and X walk out ot 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.]

Tim: X and Ares have not yet reached past glory as in the SWF.

Jeff: Yeah, and they NEVER will!! Haha!!

Tim: I hate you Jeff...

[The Juppongatana blares through the arena as the arena lights dim. Red lights strobe throughout the arena as the fans sit in silence. Suddenly TATSUMI rushes from the back, his trademark Sickle raised over his head. TATSUMI stops on the stage as his partner, the stoic Darkside Dragon, emerges from the back. Dragon stops in the center of the stage and bows as TATSUMI jumps around on the stage trying to hype up the crowd. TATSUMI starts towards the ring followed by Dragon who takes his time. TATSUMI slides into the ring first and runs from one turnbuckle to the other, climbing up and raising his Sickle into the air. Dragon enters the ring in the chaos and stands motionless in the center. TATSUMI climbs to the top of another turnbuckle and blows his now Yellow mist into the air just as Dragon breaks into a martial arts display. TATSUMI hops down from the turnbuckle as Dragon finishes his display and bows to the crowd. TATSUMI tosses his Sickle into their corner and hops around, loosening up. Meanwhile Dragon kneels in the teams corner and blesses himself. He finishes his prayer and rises to his feet before looking to TATSUMI. The two men nod to each other and then turn towards X and Ares.]

Tim: Let's do this!

[The bell rings, as Ares dashes across the ring and spears TATSUMI to the ground. Dragon starts stomping on Ares, but is quickly turned around by X and leveled with a stiff forearm. The ref tries to force the four men apart, but can't get any two of them out of the ring. Ares picks up TATSUMI now and slams him down to the ground with a powerslam. On the other side of the ring, X picks up Darkside Dragon and drops him hard with a standing spinebuster.]

Tim: X and Ares look determined tonight.

Jeff: Pfft. These Warriors are weak!!

[Ares goes to lift up TATSUMI, and locks him in a front chancery. Ares yells something behind him to X, but TATSUMI suddenly squirms out of the hold and locks Ares in a half nelson choke hold.]

Jeff: WHOA!!

Tim: CHISSOKUSHI!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!

[X turns around to try and help Ares, but Dragon rises to his feet and grabs him. Dragon wastes no time in lifting X into the air and slamming him down to the mat with the Dragon Throw (uranage). Focus goes to TATSUMI now, who has his finishing hold locked in tight. Ares won't give though, so TATSUMI suplexes Ares over his head right onto his stomach. The fans gasp on impact.]

Jeff: GOD! X and Ares are in trouble!!

[Dragon rolls X to the outside of the ring, and then taps TATSUMI on the back. TATSUMI quickly hops out onto the apron, as Dragon runs against the ropes. Dragon comes back and flips into the air, just as TATSUMI slingshots himself over the top rope. Dragon lands a front flip legdrop on Ares' face and TATSUMI comes down hard with a flipping senton. TATSUMI quickly rolls up to his feet and moonsaults right back onto Ares. Dragon hops on top of TATSUMI and both Warriors members go for the pin.]

Tim: Rolling Thunder 2k1!!

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

Jeff: ALREADY!?!

[As the ref recoils back to his feet, X looks into the ring in disbelief. Ares begins rolling away now, as the ref raises Dragon's hand.]

Jeff: The Warriors just beat X and Ares in a hurry!!

Tim: I told you Dragon would be pissed!!

[The fans at ringside rustle a bit as TATSUMI gets to his feet. He turns just in time to see Jonathan Storm slide into the ring and take a homerun swing with a steel chair. The chair violently recoils off of TATSUMI's head and drops him to his knees. Storm tosses the chair down onto the mat and pulls TATSUMI up. Before anyone can react Storm drops TATSUMI face first onto the chair with a Sudden Impact (Reverse Russian Legsweep)]

Tim: What the hell is Storm doing out here?!

Jeff: Jesus... do you even pay attention to these shows anymore Tim?

Tim: It was a rhetorical question...

Jeff: Yeah right...

[Dragon finally turns around to see about the commotion only to find TATSUMI down and Storm hovering over him. Dragon yells out something in Japanese and charges Storm, throwing a running thrust kick. Storm reacts fast though, catching the kick and stopping Dragon in mid-stride. Dragon hops there on one foot with just one thing on his mind, planting his free foot against the back of Storms head with an enziguri. Storm realizes this though and snaps Dragon over with a dragon screw takedown. Storm keeps hold of Dragon's foot and yanks him into the Encore Performance (Single Leg Crab)]

Jeff: Fuck me... Storm is a tag team all to himself here tonight. He's beating the shit out of the former champions.

Tim: Well, just like last week Storm is attacking the Warriors when they're weakened...

Jeff: Who cares? He's still kicking two guy's asses!

[With TATSUMI down no one is there to save Dragon from the painful submission. Storm wrenches back harder and harder on the submission drawing screams of pain from the helpless Dragon. After a good 2 minutes in the submission Dragon finally just goes limp, but Storm still refuses to break it off]

Tim: This is uncalled for now... somebody needs to come break this up...

Jeff: Like hell they do!

[Finally we see TATSUMI stirring. He stumbles up, blood dripping down his mask from a cut by his hair line. TATSUMI grabs the chair he'd been spiked on minutes before and makes a dash for Storm. Jonathan sees him coming though and breaks the hold before scurrying out of the ring. Storm shoots a cocky grin to TATSUMI, and calls for a mic from the time keeper. TATSUMI pays him little attention, instead he turns his concern towards his downed partner as EMT's flood the ring]

Jonathan Storm: Hey TATSUMI! Now that your buddy here knows what I can do, and how serious I am about fucking up the program around here, maybe he'll listen better...and if you got the guts, you can avenge him at Dark Horizons. My slate's clean, and seeing as how your tag titles are gone, I might as well take the last bit from you...YOUR PRIDE. See you then...if you're not scared.

[TATSUMI glances over at Storm, who's making his way up the ramp now. Storm looks back to the ring and his eyes lock with TATSUMI. No words are exchanged, just the stare. In his eyes we can see that TATSUMI accepts the challenge for Dark Horizons, he doesn't need to say anything. Storm just smirks and heads into the back as TATSUMI turns his attention back his fallen friend.]

[Commercials]

[We return backstage, to find the door to Lance Sterling's locker room begin to open. Sterling steps out, wearing his ring attire and a black HWF t-shirt. He angrily stomps in the direction of Havoc's locker room. He bangs on the door twice, but there's no answer]

Sterling: Open the door, you crazy son of a bitch! ... HAVOC! Open the damn door!

[He pounds on the door some more, but there's still no answer.]

Sterling: Son of a bitch...

[Instead of knocking, this time he grabs the handle and turns it, pushing the door open. Inside, the room is a total MESS. It looks like a hurrican ran through the place. Benches are overturned, a table has been smashed to pieces, a few metal lockers have been torn apart, and there's red paint, or what looks like paint, splattered around. In the far corner, Havoc is crouched over an open locker.]

Sterling: What in the HELL are you doing? And what the HELL happened here?

[For a second Havoc doesn't respond as he continues to work on something in the locker. After a couple seconds Havoc takes his hands out of the locker and turns to Sterling.]

Havoc: I'm working.. what the hell do you want?

Sterling: Look, you know we gotta fight Jayson and Luger tonight. The question is, can you be trusted? You're one sick bastard, Havoc.. even sicker than I am. I gotta be sure you aren't gonna stick a knife in my back when I'm not looking.

[A vicious smile comes across Havoc's face as he listens to Sterling]

Havoc: Can I be trusted? hehehehehehe Are you serious?

Sterling: Does it look like I'm joking? I'll tell you right now, I'm not to thrilled about working with a crazed bastard like you. BUT I do what I gotta do. There's only one thing on my mind, and that's beating Jayson's ass here, TONIGHT. You can have Luger.. hell, beat him to a pulp for all I care. I just need to make sure that we understand each other, and that you aren't gonna be pulling any funny business on me.

[Despite being shorter and less muscular, Sterling tries his damndest to stare down Havoc, using that same penetrating gaze which he has become famous for. Havoc doesn't even flinch. Thinking for a second, he takes on an air of seriousness.]

Havoc: Fair enough, I'm not in this thing to fight you, I'm here to beat the living sh-t outta Luger, he has something I want. You can have Jay, hell if you want when I'm done with Luger I'll come by and help bleed the remains. I've got nothing against you, bear in mind I don't like you...however, I did looooooove the way you stabbed him in the back, it was thoroughly entertaining.

Sterling: Good, then we're in agreement.

[He clenches his fist.]

Sterling: Together, we'll make both of them regret ever being born.

[Smiling, Havoc holds up his fists, both covered with his spikes gloves.]

Havoc: I'm all for that. Just make sure you keep up with me, this thing is no DQ, well I plan to see just how well that works out. If you catch my drift.

Sterling: Oh I do. Believe me.. I do.

[He smiles evily in agreement as we return to ringside]

Jeff: Hell yeah! THE MAN and Havoc are going to wreak havoc on Jayson and Luger, right here in the HWF Arena!

Tim: Uh huh... Havoc and Sterling look to be a team; can Luger and Jayson say the same? We'll find out later tonight!

[Commercials]

[A shot of a hallway in the back of the arena is shown. Several things litter the hallway including stacks of tables, wheeled carts filled with folding chairs, and several large boxes. At the end of the hall is a door leading to the outside. After a few seconds, the door swings open and Phoenix walks in wearing some of his typical street clothes consisting of black corduroy pants and the Inner Circle's "I Kicked Lance Sterling's Ass" shirt with the sleeves cut off. Phoenix walks down the hallway for a bit before turning down another hallway. He starts to read the names on the doors before he finds the one labeled "Inner Circle." He opens the door and walks in the room to find Gavin Coens relaxing in the far corner while Jon Storm is finishing up lacing his boots.]

Phoenix: Jon, I need to talk to you.

Storm: First things first, where have you been? We got our match now.

Phoenix: That's what it's about. I'm not wrestling tonight.

Storm: What do you mean you're not wrestling?

Phoenix: For one, I don't have my gear here. But more importantly, I don't want to be in this match. Nothing's wrong with the match in general, but I just don't want to team up with Spike. I wasn't able to get the job done against him and Trey last week for the Smackdown belt and I don't think it'll help our chances of winning if I'm on the same team as him. But more than that, he is too much of what I should be and I can't take it. A few months ago we were at the same point in our careers and I was doing what I could to take him farther than he could take himself and I failed. He is still doing what he's good at, but I've been reduced to practically nothing. Just looking at him reminds me what I could be and what I should've been and it's just something I don't want right now.

Storm: C'mon Darrin, we need this win. It's been awhile since either of us has won anything and we can change that tonight. And what better men to do that against than Trey and Davison?

Phoenix: But...

Storm: But nothing. Single out one the other guys out and distance yourself from Spike if you have to. I want you there with me so we can get this done.

Phoenix: Fine, I'll fight. But no promises about anything else.

Tim: Looks like the Inner Cicle aren't too fond of Spike.

Jeff: Obviously not. I also heard Shawn Collins and President Drake gave them a lecture on what they did to Lance Sterling last week. They shouldn't be wearing those shirts!

["My Way" by Limp Biscuit starts up and the lights turn off as the fans get on their feet with cheers.]

#Special
#You think you're special
#You do
#I can see it in your eyes
#When you laugh at me
#Look down on me and walk around on me
#Just one
#More fight about your leadership
#And I will straight up leave your shit
#'Cause I've had enough of this...and now I'm pissed
#YEAH

[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 bass riff sends the crowd to their feet as Chris Davison appears in the entranceway. He walks to the ring, reaching in to tag quite a few fans' hands. He reaches the ring and steps onto the apron, then onto the turnbuckles, playing to the crowd and receiving a large pop. He hops off of the turnbuckles and then leans on the ropes, looking vaguely nonchalant.]

Tim: There's the longest reigning Canadian Champion in the HWF!

[A familiar beginning causes a ripple through the crowd.]

#I feel safe...
#I feel scared...
#I feel ready...
#And yet I regret the world is not enough...

[...The UNKLE remix of "The World Is Not Enough" begins to play, as the masses of fans get to their feet loudly. Silver lights flicker over the arena, adding to the already eerie vibes. Michael Trey steps out into the entranceway, with none other than Claire Matthews at his side. He slaps fans hands as he walks down to the ring, and makes a sudden dive right in. His music slowly fades out.]

Jeff: There's the longest reigning nobody in the HWF!

[The lights dim and static appears on the Extream Screen. The sounds of "Loose" by Primer 55 begin to play, and as the drums kick in, the word "IMPACT" appears on the screen. Out walks Jonathan Storm, and he looks around, angry and arrogant. He walks down to the ring, a stern look on his face, and he rolls in, going to hang on the ropes, a la Christian. He hops off and looks around, removing the blue Oakleys from his face.]

Jeff: I still cant forgive Jonathan Storm.

Tim: For?

Jeff: The things he did to the Greatest.

Tim: Oh yeah...

[A loud, static guitar riff blasts over the PA system... followed by another. Drum symbols repeatedly crash for a few more seconds... until the full guitar of "Rocket Science" plays. Spike walks confidently out onto the ramp, holding his Skateboard O' Doom in his right hand. he stands at the ramp, panning over the crowd with a grin on his face. He raises the skateboard in the air to a loud pop and makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands as he gets to the ring. He circles the ring to the right, clasping hands of the crowd as he walks. In a corner of the guardrail, he lifts himself up, one leg on the bottom of the rail, the other leg stretched out to the side on the top rail, holding himself balanced. He throws his arms in the air, lifting the skateboard again to another pop.]

][I never wanted to be anybody's anything and,
I never wanted to be anybody's anything and,
I never wanted to be anybody's anything and,
I never wanted to be anybody's anything at all!!][

[Spike drops to the floor again, holding the skateboard under his arm and rolls into the ring. He stands on the second ropes, bouncing slightly with the board raised again. He bounces one last time and spins in mid air, dropping to his feet.]

["Rosegrove" by Clawfinger hits the speakers and is met with a chorus of boos from the crowd. After a few seconds, Phoenix slowly walks through the curtains, still in his street clothes. He walks to the front of the stage to survey the crowd for a few seconds. He then raises his right arm into the air which draws more boos before slowly walking down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and walks directly towards Spike. Phoenix shares a few choice words with Spike before turning his back on him and walking to the other side of the ring.]

Tim: And we're ready to begin!

Jeff: Excellent...

[All four men get to work. David Zakin runs for Jonathan Storm, Chris Davison goes for Phoenix and Spike charges at Michael Trey.]

Tim: It looks as if we're going to have a Tornado on our hands here.

Jeff: Excellent...

[All four men begin to brawl on the inside of the ring. With Phoenix backed up in the corner, Davison chops him across the chest, a loud "thwack" echoing throughout the arena. He rears back and delivers another stiff chop to the chest. Climbing the turnbuckles behind Phoenix, he hooks hm in a reverse chancery as if going for Diamond Dust, but instead, Davison leaps high into the air and down to the concrete floor, snapping Phoenix's neck across the top rope at a sickening angle, slingshotting him facefirst into the canvas.]

Tim: The Canadian Champion is starting early! Phoenix is already in pain!

[Trey knocks Spike back with a dropkick into the ropes. Spike bounces back and runs into another Trey dropkick. Trey tries for a third dropkick but gets his legs caught by Spike and dropped to the mat in a slingshot setup. Spike slingshots him into the corner and trey's head bounces off the turnbuckle. He stumbles back onto Spike's shoulder, and Spike lifts him up with an argentine rack. Trey rolls off Spike's shoulders and tosses Spike over his shoulder with a reverse armdrag. Spike rolls up to his feet and takes a few shots to his jaw, catching the last punch into a Fujiwara Armbar. Spike sweeps out Trey's legs on the way down and performs a front-russian legsweep/Fujiwara armbar takedown. Trey bounces from the move and props himself up in the corner.]

Jeff: What's going on?! Inner Circle! Spike! Kill Trey!

[Zakin lifts up Storm in a fireman's carry and tries to swing him off. Storm counters with a mid-air Fujiwara armbar takedown and inadvertedly bounces Zakin's head off the mat with a Fujiwara/Front Russian Legsweep. Storm locks his legs around Zakin' neck and switches his armbar into a reverse Fujiwara armbar.]

Tim: Storm taking a hint from our Japanese friends.

Jeff: ARIGATOU!

[Spike locks up with Trey - they go back and forth for a while with the test of strength (the one where they arch each other's backs and touch their heads to the mat). Spike knees Trey in the stomach and flips him over with a Northern Light suplex. Trey blocks it and turns it into a double arm DDT. Spike locks his feet around Trey's leg and blocks the DDT. They push away from each other and go into a staredown. Trey charges Spike with a clothesline. Spike reverses it into a urinagi and Trey counters that into a double arm-DDT. Spike locks his legs around the ropes and blocks the FoP DDT again. Spike drops Trey onto his knee with an atomic drop and sends him backwards. Spike charges Trey again and takes a boot to the stomach. Trey locks Spike's arms in a double underhook again - Spike has no where to go. Spike powers out of the double underhook and lifts Trey up and over his shoulder with a Northern Lights DDT.]

Jeff: Spike and Trey are going crazy!

Tim: Yes... quite the term.

[Davison and Zakin each exit the ring and begin looking for something beneath it. Each man pulls out a table, shoving them in the ring. Davison sets his up in the center of the ring as Zakin sets one up right beside it. They return to the outside, Zakin grabbing Storm and Davison grabbing Phoenix, throwing them in the ring. Davison DDTs Phoenix to the mat and rolls him on table #1, as Zakin hits a heel kick to Storm's face and rolls him onto the second table. Michael Trey, meanwhile, is climbing the turnbuckles, standing atop them and raising his arms, yelling to the crowd.]

Michael Trey: I AM IN THE DARK!

[The crowd pops as Michael leaps into the air, executing a picture-perfect shooting star press to both Jonathan Storm and Phoenix in the ring, sending them through the tables in a mass of broken wood and splinters.]

Jeff: WHERE DID TREY COME FROM?

Tim: He put Spike down!

[Phoenix and Storm start to get up. Davison grabs onto Phoenix writs and sends him off the ropes. He hangs onto Phoenix wrist and goes for a knee lift. Phoenix pushes off the middle ropes just before reaching it and elbows Davison in the gut with a rebound elbow. Phoenix lifts up Davison into an Argentine rack and drops him down with a spinning arm-breaker across Phoenix's shoulder.]

Tim: This match is getting confusing!

Jeff: I love it!

[Zakin and Storm are in the middle of the ring, having a punching contest. Zakin catches a Storm punchs and swings it into a pumphandle. Still holding his arm, Zakin latches on an Octopus stretch still holding the pumphandled arm. Meanwhile Spike grabs Trey off the the top ropes with a crucifix from the apron while standing on the second ropes. He pulls him into the air and drops down through the timekeeper's table with a Crucifix Neckbreaker.]

Jeff: Get that Trey!

Tim: You really hate him that much?

Jeff: Lance does! I do!

[Davison and Phoenix brawl back and forth in the ring, and Phoenix scores a front kick. He hooks Davison for the Into the Ashes, but Davison shoves Phoenix back into the ropes and on his return, catches and nails him with the Lethal Injection. With Phoenix down, Davison points to the turnbuckles, to a decent pop. He shakes his head and points again to a large pop, and drags Phoenix closer to the buckle. He then takes a running start and leaps up to the turnbuckle, immediately leaping off in a front flip, twisting in midair and nailing Phoenix with a 450 splash variation. He hooks the leg for the cover.]

Jeff: WHAT THE?

[One... ...Two... ...Three!]

Tim: DAVISON DOES IT! HE PICKS UP THE WIN!

Jeff: NO! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN?

Tim: Folks, we'll be back after the break!

[Commercials.]

Tim: Alright, we're back, and ready for a preview to our Tag Title match this Sunday at Dark Horizon!

[The camera cuts to the ring, where you see mirrors set up on each turnbuckle. They cut to Jeff and Tim now.]

Jeff: Man, I like this Buck Williams guy...

Tim: You would.

Jeff: Ah, away wit' ya!

["Countdown to Extinction" by Megadeth blares over the PA System. On the Extream Screen, it shows clips of Greg slamming opponents through tables and other weapons. Then it shows Greg, standing a top of a three-story cage from a past federation, and he throws a big man off the top, with a devastating last ride power bomb, onto a table below. Greg walks from behind the curtains as the falling man crashes through the table. At the sight of the table getting busted, Fire pyrotechnics blast off along the stage. Sparks fly all around Greg as he walks down the ramp, not taking any notice to them. He slides into the ring, and waits for his opponent.]

Jeff: Well, that was an impressive Extream Screen video, but Bowman has yet to prove himself in the HWF.

Tim: Well, the Partners in Crime have won two matches in a row now.

Jeff: Yeah, but it's all about the Smack!

[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 Williams emerges from the rampway entrance, with Nikki flanking his left side. Buck makes his way down the ramp, cussing at fans along the way. He quickly slides into the ring, and raises his arms to the booing crowd, grinning as he turns towards the Bowman.]

Tim: Alright, let's get this bad boy started!

[The bell rings out, as Buck runs at Bowman. Bowman ducks a clothesline and both men bounce off opposite sets of ropes. Buck leaps into the air for a Thesz Press, but Bowman also leaps into the air for a cross body block. The two men collide in mid air and crumble to the mat.]

Tim: OUCH!

[Bowman is the first to his feet, and bounces off the back ropes. Buck rises and Bowman runs past him to the other side. As he bounces off, Buck goes for a back body drop. Bowman floats over with the move though, and then pushes Buck into the ropes. Buck comes back and Bowman throws him right over with a hiptoss. As Buck rises, Bowman hits him with 'The Ticker' (dropkick). Buck slides backwards now, resting up against a mirror in the corner. You see Greg Bowman in the reflection of the mirror, as Buck rises up to his feet.]

Jeff: Just hit him with the mirror, Buck!!

Tim: *sarcastically* Yeah, that'll work...

[Bowman walks with a purpose towards Buck and attempts to lift him up. Halfway up, though, Buck drops onto his back and kicks Bowman right in the groin. Bowman stumbles backwards and Buck gets to his feet. Bowman comes back to Buck, only to get beaten amongst the head and shoulders repeatedly with furious right and left hands. After a big right hand, Bowman finally goes down. Buck takes this time to unhook the mirror from the near corner. He slides it from the corner to the center of the ring - so it leans at a high angle against the ropes.]

Tim: I do not like where this is going...

Jeff: I LOVE where this is going!!

[Buck picks up Bowman and drags him over towards the mirror. Buck forces Bowman into a standing head scissors and then lifts him up for a powerbomb. Bowman begins punching at the peak of the lift, however, and eventually falls to the mat. Buck quickly goes for a clothesline, but Bowman ducks and levels him with a knee to the gut. Buck falls back now, and Bowman attempts to hiptoss him over onto the mirror. Buck skips onto his feet though, and tries the same move on Bowman. Bowman blocks the toss and overhand-chops Buck right in the chest.]

Jeff: WHOO!!

Tim: I thought you were rooting for Buck?

Jeff: Yeah, but you can't disrespect a chop like that!!

[Bowman grabs Buck by the arm now and attempts a whip to the opposite side of the mirror. Buck reverses it, however, and pulls Bowman back towards the mirrors. Buck hoists Bowman into the air, now, and drops him stomach-first onto the mirror. Immediately, the mirror shatters as Bowman falls to the mat hard.]

Tim: MY GOD!!

Jeff: I didn't even think a hotshot through glass was possible!!

[Buck quickly picks the glass out of his back and goes for a pin attempt.]

Tim: He could have it here!!

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

Tim: NO!

[Buck pounds his fist on the mat, and quickly gets to his feet. Buck makes his way to a far corner and unhooks another mirror. He drags it to the adjacent corner and lays it up on the mirror that is already set up there. Bowman slowly rises to his feet, and is standing as Buck turns around. Buck instantly dashes at Bowman and throws a clothesline. Bowman ducks and quickly lifts up Buck for a back suplex. Bowman malaciously drives Buck right onto his head/neck area with the back suplex. Buck grabs his neck instantly, as Bowman gets to his feet with his second wind.]

Tim: That looked disgusting!

Jeff: C'mon Buck!! Use the glass again!!

[Bowman takes a look at the two mirrors set up in the corner, and then the one mirror set up in the opposite corner. He lifts up Buck and drags him over to the corner with two. Before Bowman can lift up Buck, though, Buck drops to his knee and low blows Bowman a second time. Bowman falls backwards, as you ass Renegade dash out towards the ring.]

Jeff: Hey, what's Renegade doing here!?!

[Renegade slides into the ring and immediately spears Bowman to the mat. The ref simply tries to get Renegade out of the ring, as Buck gains his breath in the corner. Suddenly, from the crowd, Silky Palms runs out. He hops the guardrail and slides into the ring as well.]

Tim: It's Triple S!!

[Renegade, who has just brought Bowman to his feet, quickly turns to Silky. Silky goes for a clothesline, but Renegade ducks. Thinking he'd hit Renegade, Greg Bowman accidentally nails Silky with a flipping dropkick. Silky drops to the mat hard and Renegade drags him to the outside of the ring. Renegade begins beating on Silky on the outside of the ring, as Buck rises to his feet in the corner.]

Jeff: God, Bowman's an IDIOT!!

Tim: Well, what were those two doing out here anyway!?!

Jeff: I dunno, but Bowman screwed up his chances of getting saved...

[Bowman rises and glares at Buck, who's telling him to bring it on. Bowman nods his head ans charges at Buck. Bowman dives for a spear, but Buck lifts himself into the air via the ring ropes and Bowman catches a body full of mirrors. Glass shatters everwhere, as Bowman bounces from the buckles into the ring.]

Tim: WHAT A HEAD'S UP MOVE!!

["HO-LY-SHIT, HO-LY-SHIT"]

Jeff: Finish him Buck!!

[Buck quickly gets back on his feet and lifts up Bowman. Bowman tries to fight him off, but buck lifts him right up in the air and drops him with a Faarooq-style spinebuster. The impact echoes throughout the HWF Arena and Buck quickly goes for the pin.]

Jeff: That HAS to be it...

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

Jeff: YES!!

["Bad Little Doggie" hits the speakers again as the ref helps Buck to his feet. Buck, still holding his neck, slowly heads to the back victorious.]

Tim: Well, Buck won here tonight... will it be the same case on Sunday?

Jeff: Only time will tell... we'll be right back...

Tim: THAT'S MY LINE!!

[The door to Collins’ office opens abruptly as Tempest steps in with Joanna by her side. Both are carrying light alloy baseball bats, both wear the same bemused smile.]

Tempest: Hello Shawn. Can I talk to you for a minute?

[Shawn quickly shuts a folder he is holding labeled "Top Secret" and shoves it into his drawer. He looks up at the ladies and smiles.]

Shawn: Joanna! How nice to see you! And, Tempest...

[Tempest’s gaze falls to the folder and then flutters back to Collins himself. She steps forward and leans on his desk, smiling sweetly.]

Tempest: Shawn I’ve come to make you a deal. Now, you and I both know that I’m the number one contender to the world title...

Shawn: And you think you deserve the title shot more than God.. blah blah blah... I've heard it before. If you're going to bother me about your title shot, I suggest you talk to the wall over there.

Tempest: Of course I deserve a title shot more than Gavin. You and he and all the other little circlets jumped me to keep me from being a threat to Kyle, but I don’t know why you think Gavin is.

[Shawn pretends to not hear her, and he smiles as he says:]

Shawn: If the wall doesn't respond, don't blame him. He doesn't exactly have a mouth.

[The baseball bat slams down onto the desk in front of him, missing his nose by inches. Tempest smiles over it, her eyes just a little wider.]

Tempest: And neither will you if you don’t listen very. very carefully. You’ve seen fit to get in my way and take what I rightfully earned. I don’t see any reason not to take it back. So what will you do to keep me from costing your man... your boy, the match tonight?

Shawn: Costing Gavin the match? And who the hell are you to come in here and make threats like this?

[Tempest leaned forward just a little.]

Tempest: The number one contender. And I’ll remain so until I get the shot I earned. But you see, I’m feeling generous. I’m not asking you to take Gavin’s shot tonight.

Shawn: What the hell are you asking then?

[Shawn shakes his head.]

Shawn: Wait! You are in no position to ask ME for anything! In fact, you're violating my rights by coming in here with those bats! So, if you know what's good for you... you'd get out, immediately.

Tempest: You mean like you and the rest of the Circle violated my rights last week?

Shawn: What the hell do you want? I have work to do... and an important document to review. Make this quick!

Tempest (chuckling): Ooo, tough question. I forgot you don’t handle those well. What I propose is this: You make that match a three way tonight and I’ll do the rest. That way you don’t have to answer to me or my fiancee in blood for attacking me, nor do we have to hurt any of them or hack into their bank accounts or paintball their cars or replace their talcum powder with lime or...

Shawn: Don't you DARE threaten me...

Tempest: Don’t you dare assume you can get away with anything you want with me.

[For a moment neither speaks, their eyes locked in a fierce, unblinking stare. Shawn leans back in his chair, staring at Tempest. Then, out of nowhere... he laughs. Tempest stands up straight eyeing him suspiciously.]

Tempest: Shall I take that as your own arrogant rendition of "Yes Tempest" ?

Shawn: I'll give you one thing... you have a knack for making me think straight.

[Shawn laughs again.]

Shawn: It'll be a real ratings getter, wont it?

[The corner of Tempest’s mouth turns up slightly and she nods.]

Tempest: Oh yes. That much I can promise you.

Shawn: I like this idea. In fact, I like it so much... I'm going to book it tonight.

[Tempest and Joanna look at each other and snicker. Then Tempest smiles although her voice carries more than a note of sarcasm.]

Tempest: Great. I just knew you’d be open to a good idea for you fans.

Shawn: Of course. I'd do anything for the fans. You don't need baseball bats... or an army!

[Tempest smiles sweetly as she and Joanna walk to the door.]

Tempest: Of course not Shawn... that’s why the guys are waiting outside instead of in here. I just knew you’d see reason.

[Tempest winks as she disappears through the door. As soon as Tempest leaves, Shawn opens the drawer and opens the file he was previously reading. He looks over something, shuts the file and gets on the phone.]

Shawn: Yeah... there was a leak... you better not say anything! ... Okay.

[Shawn hangs up the phone, grabs his crutches and leaves the office.]

Tim: What the hell was that all about?

[Commercials]

[We now cut backstage, in front of the barbwire fence setup which serves as the 'standard' HWF backdrop. Lance Sterling, now in full ring attires, stands alongside Tony Bradshaw. Sterling keeps his arms folded across his chest, a combined look of arrogance and anger framing his face.]

Bradshaw: Lance, we're just moments away from you and your partner, Havoc, taking on your former friend Jayson Starr and HIS partner, the HWF Hardcore champion Gary Luger. Right now the question everyone's asking is can you and Havoc work as a team, considering that you have no past history?

Sterling: Bradshaw, do you think I'm an idiot? Do you think that Havoc and I are going to disentegrate as a team, just because of that one simple factor? Do you?!

Bradshaw: Well.. no, I don't.

Sterling: Good. Because it WILL NOT happen. I can guarentee that right now. Havoc and I are very much alike. Both of us.. we like to cause pain. We like watching others suffer. We like to manipulate people. Jayson and Luger, what do they have in common? Nothing. The closest they have to something in common is the fact that Jayson likes to go around there, calling himself the 'Hardcore Hero' and Luger holds the Hardcore title. But you know what that means to me, Bradshaw? It means BULLSHIT. Tonight, Jayson is going to learn the meaning of pain. If he thought what I did before was bad... he hasn't seen anything yet. I guarentee, this is going to come crashing down.. one way or another!

[Sterling pushes Tony out of his way and stomps down a hallway as we return to ringside to prepare for the match.]

Tim: We're about to find out just who WILL survive! Sterling and Havoc... Jayson and Luger.. NEXT!!

Jeff: Yes! It's time for the Lance Sterling Hour of Power!

Tim: Oh, brother..

[Fade to a short promo for the Dark Horizon PPV, next Sunday! Call your local cable operator and be sure to order this spectacular event!]

[We're back! The cameras fade backstage into Gary Luger's locker room. He's just finished getting ready, and is doing a little bit of stretching. Just then, the door swings open and Jayson Starr walks in. He looks kinda pissed, but Gary greets him nonetheless.]

Gary Luger: Hey, Jayson. I w--

Jayson Starr: Listen, I'm in a pretty fucked up mood today, so I'm gonna give this to you straight. Tonight, Sterling's ass is mine.. so you stay away from him. Do whatever you want with Havoc and his sick fuckin' ass, but just stay the hell outta my way and we won't have any problems, alright?

Gary Luger: Look Jay, this match isn't about winning or losing. Sure, I want to beat them, but what I really want is to teach Havoc to show me a bit of respect, he is trying to act like the stereotypical school playground bully, going around picking on the smaller guys, people like me. Well this isn't school, and the little boy has grown up, and so tonight is the chance for me to prove that fact and show him just how much the balance of power has shifted. It's shit like this that got me started wrestling, Jay, and I am not going to abandon my roots. I'm going to stick to my guns and pop a cap in him, maybe even a whole magazine. I won't need your help in that personal conquest, Jay, just like you won't really need me to help you out in your mission against Sterling. We will just go out there and sort our shit out, we'll watch each other's backs at the same time, but if we can help it, just stick to our own problems.

Jayson Starr: You god damn fuckin' right, Luger. I'm glad we see eye-to-eye, cause if not, then I'd have to knock you the fuck out and take them both on my-damn-self. You saw the insane shit Havoc was doin' in his fuckin' lockerroom.. who knows what jobber he sliced up in there and splattered across the damn walls, so you'd better watch both our backs. The sonofabitch is liable to start tearing limbs off with his fuckin' teeth like Hannibal Lecter or some shit. Remember, this match is No DQ, so if he goes all carnivore on your ass, don't hesitate to bash him in the head with a motherfuckin' spiked bat or whatever else your ass can grab.

[Gary smirks.]

Gary Luger: Heh, will do. And what about Sterling?

Jayson: Don't worry about Sterling, I'll more than take care of his pompous, egotistical, self-centered ass when I get a hold of him.

Gary Luger: Hear you loud and clear, Jay.

Jayson: Just make sure to keep it that way. Now, let's go out and fuck them up.

Gary Luger: Haha, yeah.

[Jayson looks at Luger for a moment, pondering to himself if he can really trust him, then he turns and walks out the door--followed by Luger.]

Tim: And now.. IT'S TIME!

Jeff: Damn straight. Time for THE MAN and Havoc to beat Starr and Luger to smithereeeeeeeens!

[Throughout the arena the lights fade out as the twisted melodic begining of Marilyn Manson’s "Sweet Dreams" plays. From the center of the arena floor a door begins to open emmitting a blinding blue beam of light straight up to the ceiling. Walking up from the hole, by what looks like a set of stairs, comes Havoc. Stepping onto the ramp he waits letting the light of the spot almost absorb him. Smiling, Havoc steps out of the light as he walks down to the ring, the blue light going out behind him is replaced in the ring with a red spot shooting straight down in the center of the ring. Through the darkness Havoc walks to the ring, climbing the steps he enters the ring by stepping over the ropes. Walking into the light of the red beam Havoc truly looks like a monster as he begins to laugh. As the lights go back on Havoc pulls off his bladed trenchcoat, laying it in the corner. Turning he waits.]

Tim: Since this match is No DQ, that bladed trenchcoat of Havoc's is legal tender... I pity whoever is on the recieving end of that.

Jeff: That man is sick. Sick, sick, sick!

[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. ]

Tim: And there is Lance Sterling!

Jeff: Rejoice, for THE MAN has arrived in the arena!

[Now, 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, looking round 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. Then he does a back-flip back down to the mat again and gets ready for his match.]

Tim: The HWF Hardcore Champion, the "Smiling Assassin" Gary Luger! Now all we're missing is..

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

[Before the bell even rings, the ring erupts into a veritable brawl. Both Starr and Sterling match up, while Luger takes on Havoc. The faces quickly gain the upper hand, sending their respective opponents first into the turnbuckle, and then outside the ring to a mighty cheer from the crowd. Sterling and Havoc both look up towards the ring before climbing back in. This time, Sterling stays on the outside, giving Havoc first shot. Starr does likewise for Luger. Aan evil smile on his face, Havoc circles around Luger before the two lock up. Havoc, easily the stronger of the two, shoves Luger backwards, breaking the hold. Luger backs away at first, then propels himself off the ropes, stunning Havoc with a clothesline, but not sending him down. Luger rebounds off the ropes again, landing another clothesline and staggering Havoc backwards. Luger tries a third time, but now Havoc grabs him by the throat, lifting him up in a chokehold, before flinging him to the corner like a rag doll.]

Tim: Jesus Christ, look at Havoc's power! He's throwing Luger around like he's a toy!

Jeff: Scary. Like I said before that man is SICK! He's a sick, twisted excuse for a human being!

[Instead of following up on Luger, Havoc goes to the outside. He walks over to his and Sterling's corner, picking up the pair of spiked gloves he always wears. He slips first one, and then the other on, before sliding back in the ring. Before he can get to his feet Luger is right there, ambushing and nailing him with a series of lightning fast stomps. Luger pulls Havoc to his feet, barely, and whips him into the ropes. He drops as Havoc jumps over and continues to the other side. Luger turns around and dropkicks Havoc, who staggers but retains his balance. Havoc grabs Luger by the head and nearly decapitates him with a clothesline, using the spiked glove. Luger falls onto his stomach, clutching his face. Havoc walks over to Luger, who has now managed to get back on his feet with the aide of the turnbuckle. Luger manages to get a boot up, hitting Havoc in the face and staggering him. Luger quickly leaps off the second turnbuckle, grabbing Havoc's head and driving back into a DDT. Luger quickly hooks the leg, making the cover.]

[1.... 2... KICKOUT!]

Tim: Havoc manages to power out of that devastating Tornado DDT from Luger..

Jeff: And now Luger went and pissed Havoc off. Hey, Gary, write me when you get to Hell!

[Both men get back on their feet, as Havoc looks straight at Luger. A kick and clothesline later, and Luger finds himself over the ropes and to the concrete outside. Havoc turns around and tags in Sterling, as Luger climbs back in the ring. Sterling takes one look at Luger and shakes his head, as if saying "This guy thinks he can fight me?" Luger responds with a right hand, wiping the smile off Sterling's face. Sterling kicks Luger in the midsection and hooks him up a front facelock, lifting him up and into a vertical suplex. Sterling hops back to his feet and locks on a sleeperhold.]

Jeff: And now, THE MAN is taking it to Gary Luger!

Tim: Thats exaggerating a bit, isn't it Jeff? All he's doing is trying to wear Luger down--

Jeff: I said, THE MAN IS TAKING IT TO GARY LUGER!

[Sterling releases the sleeperhold, pulling Luger to his feet. He whips him into the ropes, but Luger reverses. Sterling bounces off and ducks a clothesline, turning around quickly and waistlocking Luger. Sterling executes a perfect German suplex, dropping Luger right on his head. Sterling pulls Luger back to his feet, when Luger punches him in the stomach. Sterling doubles over... Luger hooks both his arms and suplexes him. Sterling holds his back as Luger, now tired, staggers to his feet. Sterling gets up and rushes Luger, who quickly tags in Jayson. Sterling's eyes go wide and he backs off as Jayson climbs into the ring. Sterling throws a right hand, Jayson counters with a right of his own, sending Sterling backwards. Sterling with another right, again Jayson blocks and counters. Sterling throws a THIRD right hand.. Jayson counters a third time. Jayson whips Sterling into the opposite turnbuckle, his head impacting against the covering. As he staggers backwards, Jayson schoolboys him from behind.]

[One... two... THR--KICKOUT!]

Tim: Jayson almost pinned Lance Sterling and won it for his team!

Jeff: The hell he was! No way he can pin THE MAN!

[Jayson wastes no time, pulling Lance to his feet. Jayson hooks Sterling's arms in a reverse full nelson, going for the Shatter Starr, but Sterling pushes him off and clotheslines him. Starr does a flip as he gets hit with the move, landing hard on his back. Sterling walks over to Havoc and makes the tag, pulling Jayson to his feet right after. Sterling motions for Havoc to come in. Havoc does, and both of them lift Jayson up in a double powerbomb position. On the other end Luger runs and jumps onto the ropes, springboarding off and dropkicking both Sterling AND Havoc simultaneously. Both of them drop Jayson before executing the powerbomb, and Havoc turns to face Luger. Starr tries to roll Sterling up, but is met with a stomp to the chest. Sterling pulls Starr to his feet and hops back, thrusting forward with his patented superkick, Hollywood Hangover. Starr catches Sterling's foot at its apex, and spins him around. As Sterling turns around to face him again, Starr nails a kick to the midsection, but Sterling shoves him off before getting hit with Starr Struck. The match has once again escalated into a brawl, as Havoc and Luger are battering each other in the corner. Havoc sits Luger on the top rope, following him. Luger quickly low blows Havoc and jumps back, locking both legs around Havoc's head and Hurricanrana-ing him off to the side, over the ropes and to the ground! Naturally the move gets a huge "H-W-F! H-W-F" chant going from the crowd. Both Luger and Havoc lay sprawled out on the ground. Back in the ring, Sterling stands over a downed Jayson Starr. He gives a thumbs down motion, signaling for the end. He puts Starr in an inverted facelock, like he's going for the Director's Cut. He picks Jayson up, but Jayson flows with it, and flips over Lance and lands behind him, locking on an inverted facelock of his own. He twists Lance around, and goes for Starr Struck), but Lance pushes him off and to the ropes. Jayson bounces off and Lance goes for a clothesline, but Jayson ducks it and gets behind him. Sterling turns around, gets kicked in the gut by Jayson, and Jayson puts on a standing head scissors and hits the Third Impact!]

Tim: THIRD IMPACT!! It could be over right here!

[One... two... THRE----KICKOUT!]

Tim: STERLING KICKED OUT! He kicked out of the Third Impact!

Jeff: Because.. HE'S THE MAN! Go Sterling, Go Sterling, Go! Go! Go Sterling--

Tim: Shoot me...wait, STERLING'S not even the legal man! Has this suddenly become a tornado match?!

[Sterling just barely kicks out of the 3rd Impact. He rolls to one side and slowly gets to his feet. The referee seem to has forgotten that Sterling tagged in Havoc, but can't do a damn thing since its No DQ. Havoc and Luger both now climb back in the ring, and go to their respective corners. Starr and Sterling have a staredown in the middle of the ring before locking up again. Sterling overpowers his former friend and applies a headlock, jaw-jacking with the crowd as he applies pressure. Starr wraps his arm around Sterling's waist and lifts him up, overshooting and slingshotting him off the ropes, ending with an atomic drop. Sterling falls down to his knees. Starr pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Sterling reverses, ducks, and throws his arm across Jayson's neck. He places is other hand on his back, then lifts him up, pivots and crashes down with the Attitude Adjuster!]

Tim: ATTITUDE ADJUSTER! ATTITUDE ADJUSTER!

Jeff: YES! He got him!

[Sterling turns around and decks Luger on the apron. Havoc, who is really the legal man this whole time, climbs through the ropes and makes a lax cover on Jayson.

[ONE.... TWO.... THREE!!!] Tim: THEY WIN! Havoc pins Jayson after Sterling hits the Attitude Adjuster!!! Jeff: Just like I said, they so rule!

[Sterling right hands Luger, sending him outside the ring. He turns to Havoc, and the two have their hands raised by the referee. "Sweet Dreams" plays over the PA system, and Havoc steps outside, grabbing his trenchcoat and walking up the ramp. Sterling looks at Starr, and spits in his direction, getting a ton of boos from the Pro-Jayson crowd. Sterling paces around the ring before climbing outside and grabbing the microphone from Nigel Rolston. He turns and looks up at Jayson, back on his feet and staring right back down at him.]

Sterling: Jayson, Jayson! This needs to stop, now. All of this needs to come to an end. I've hated you ever since you got here, over a year ago. Every step of the way, you've tried to make my life a living hell, and then you started to change. You thought you could trust me, and instead you set yourself up for an even bigger fall. Now, look what we're reduced to. A couple of goddamn wild animals, fighting for survival. I say, it ENDS RIGHT NOW. You know as well as I do, there's room here for only one of us. The two of us can't exist together.

[Jayson nods and mouths off to Sterling. "So why don't you get lost?"]

Sterling: Very funny, you bastard. There's just one way we can end this. You, and me, next week at Dark Horizon!

Tim: A CHALLENGE?! Sterling and Starr at Dark Horizon?!

Sterling: That's not all, Jayson. Like I said, there's only room for one of us here. So now its time to pull all the stops. I'm going to end your pathetic life once and for al; something I should have done a long, long time agol. See, at Dark Horizon, it won't just be a normal match. That's not good enough. There's only one way to settle this. Next Sunday, its gonna be you and me... in a fucking CAREER MATCH!

Tim: WHAT THE HELL?! A CAREER MATCH?!?

Jeff: No! You can't do that! What if he loses!!

Tim: If he loses, he's gone from the HWF. But if he wins, Jayson is gone, for good!

Sterling: Come on, Jayson.. you got the balls to accept, knowing that I'll put you out of this business once and for all? What do you say? Come on, you coward. Accept! Let's decide once and for all which of us is the best. If you win, you can say you ended the career of the greatest HWF superstar of all time. If I win, I can be the man who finally put away the Hardcore Hero. It's all down to you.. so what's your answer?

Jayson: Lance... some of the shit we've been though, some people will never do in their entire lifetime. I've gotten alot from all of it, and gained so much. I've gained honor... I've gained money... I've gained prestigious championship titles...

Tim: Yep. Former World and Tag Team Champion.

Jeff: Yeah, but so is Lance!

Tim: Also a good point.

Jayson: ...I've gained thousands upon thousands of die-hard Jayson Starr fans..

[The crowd cheers, and starts a small "Jay-son! Jay-son!" chant.. which soon dies out to let him continue speaking.]

Jayson: But most importantly, Lance.. I've gained respect. Alot more than what can be said about YOU. You've did nothing but hide in Justin Storm's shadow the whole beginning time you were here, using him as 'training wheels' to elevate yourself to the top cause you couldn't do it by yourself. You're pathetic, Lance. You really are. And now, you wanna make a match at Dark Horizon that puts both of our very wrestling careers on the line, and either one of us has a chance of never wrestling again. Well, if it gives me the opportunity to shut you the fuck up once and for all and put you right in your fuckin' place, then yeah, Lance..

[The crowd starts to cheer.]

Jayson: ..I accept your fuckin' challenge.

[The crowd bursts into cheers, chanting "HWF!"]

Sterling: Good. You know, you're right. We've both done things here that have made us legends. The both of us will live forever in the hearts and minds of each and every fan here in this arena, and watching this show right now. But now, one way or another, it's gonna be over. One of us is gonna be out of a job come next Sunday. As much as I hate you..as much as I despise the day you ever darkened these doors... you're right in one sense. I am pathetic... pathetic BECAUSE I DIDN'T PUT YOU OUT LONG AGO! So now, one final chance. One last meeting, to finally settle the score. To the victor goes all the glory we've ever had in the past and all the glory we would ever get in our lifetime. The winner will be immortalized, forever. The loser will be nothing but a memory, that will eventually fade away into oblivion. It all comes down to this. Dark Horizon will be, one way or another, the end of an era!

Tim: Yes, indeed! Good god... Dark Horizon will be the final time we see one of these men in the ring! Sterling is right, it WILL be the end of an era! Both these guys have been major factors in the HWF. Both men are former world champions.. both of them are HWF legends.. but this battle has become so debased that after next Sunday one of them is going to be gone....FOREVER!

[As Sterling and Starr stare each other down, we fade to a commercial.] [Commercials]

[We cut to a backstage hall where we find some no name crewman hustling by various people. He gets to the end of the hall and enters a door. On the inside we see Drake sitting by, obviously taking in the events of the night. The man heads over to the TV where Drake had been watching the show and starts to insert a tape into the VCR]

Drake: So this is supposed to be the tape of Trey's appearence in that other fed?

Crewman: Yes sir...

Drake: Did you find out who else these guys have under contract?

Crewman: ... they mention it on the tape sir... the older man is called Jared Senters... the other is named Jon Fuller. I think their announcer are named something like Ronald and Albert... the smart ass being Albert.

[As the tape starts both wrestler are down in the ring. We see the turnbuckles are laced in barbwire, no doubt a stipulation of this match. The older man, Senters, is the first to move. He rolls to his feet and glances down at Jon, who's just starting to try and roll over. Senters touches one hand to his sparsly lacerated chest and then snatches Jon to his feet by the neck. Senters grins a little and whips Fuller across the ring and into a barbwire corner. Jon hits hard anf flinches as the barbs dig into his back. He stays leaned in the corner though and Senters runs towards him with a clothesline. Fuller somehow manages to lift a foot up into Senters' face, smashing his boot hard into Senters' face, but the jolt also forces Jon back into the barbs once more. Senters stumbles backwards and Jon peels himself from the barbwire. Fuller grabs Senters from behind and drops him to the mat with a German suplex. Both men just lie there after the impact, totally wiped out.]

Ronald: These two are DOWN and aren't getting up soon.

Albert: I can't believe this. Jon, get up already, you've been hit with like two moves!

[Next to the ring, two people hop the barrier that we've never seen on EWA television before. One, a man wearing black sunglasses, a black UNC fitted cap, black jeans and a tight, dark crimson shirt with silver writing that promotes the Hardcore Wrestling Federation's flagship show, Saturday Suicide. Second, a woman with him with short/midlength blond hair carries a belt with her. Once they cross, she tosses the belt on the floor and hands the man a chair.]

Ronald: Who... is that?

Albert: Hell if I know.

Ronald: The guy looks like a wrestler. Plus, he's got an HWF t-shirt on.... you know him?

Albert: Nah, I don't watch that garbage.

[Even the EWA fans don't seem to know who this HWF wrestler is. Inside the ring, both men start to get to their feet. Fuller is the first back to full strength, and they lock up. Jon whips Jared, but Senters reverses and whips Jon Fuller into the ropes instead. The man on the outside jumps up onto the apron and NAILS Fuller with a chairshot that echoes through the arena. Fuller crumples to the mat, and the crowd starts to boo slowly at the interference.]

Ronald: Just who the hell does this guy think he is?!

[The man motions for Senters to make the cover, but Senters just gives him a gruff look and yanks Fuller to his feet. Senters hoists Fuller into a fireman's carry in preperation for the Force of Will [DVD]. Surprisingly though the dazed Fuller somehow manages to hook Senters in a modifed crucifix, shift his weight, and pull Jared down into a pin. Phil, who's been eyeing the man in the HWF shirt, quickly slides down and makes the count [1... 2... 3!!!]. The man in the HWF shirt slides in a split second too late and whipes out the pin with a wild chair shot that gets a piece of both men. He nails a couple quick shots to the tangled mass of downed bodies, seemingly aiming for Fuller more than Senters. The man turns and calls for a mic that gets brought in by the woman, who now carries the belt.]

Ronald: This match is over after a surprise crucifix by Fuller...

Albert: Who cares about that?! Now things are really getting interesting... he's gonna talk!

MAN: Now that chairshot... THAT was Jon-tastic.

[Crowd boos a bit more now.]

MAN: Come on... what's all this about?! You people know me, don't you?

[All the fans look at each other, trying to see if any of them know who this guy is. Even Ronald and Albert try to figure it out]

MAN: Ahem... Three time HWF World Champion? Two time HWF Tag Champion? Two time HWF Hardcore Champion? One time HWF King of Violence Champion? ...

[Everyone looks around, dumbfounded.]

MAN: ... what the hell is this? You people don't watch anything other than this small time fed, do you? Ridiculous. Just ridiculous. CURRENT HWF SMACKDOWN CHAMPION... that belt over there?

[He points at the belt that the woman holds up for everyone to see, but it doesn't help. In fact, the boos start to return at each mention of the HWF.]

MAN: It's bad enough that I can't draw people in the HWF anymore... all you people need to know is this: I'm Michael Trey. This woman is my... girlfriend? Fiance? I don't know. It's a long story.

WOMAN: Yeah. Not that any of YOU would know. But I'm Claire Matthews, Michael's girlfriend and, HOPEFULLY, fiance.

Albert: I've heard of him. Yeah. Yup.

Ronald: I always heard he was a great guy. What's up with this tonight?

Albert: I don't know, but I like him so far.

Michael Trey: ... listen, I'm here for one reason and one reason only. I'm not going to tell you that reason right now. But this reason requires time, effort, and success. I'm sure you're all pretty upset that here I am, just waltzing in and interfering in a match. But the fact is that if I went straight to the reason I'm here, you'd REALLY be pissed.

[More boos, getting heavier and heavier.]

Michael Trey: It's not my fault. You, the fans, have accepted someone that you shouldn't have. It's your own stupidity that brought me here and it's your own stupidity that keeps you from seeing that I'm here FOR YOU. You're just... in the dark. Now, I'm sure you wonder why I'm out here attacking Jon Fuller and Jared Senters. Senters was just sort of a bonus, someone in the wrong place at the wrong time. Fuller, however, is on a fast track to your Texas Deathmatch Title. I need to make a fast impression here, and it starts with him.

[Behind Trey, Fuller and Senters are both slowly getting up.]

Michael Trey: But more importantly, I can do all this because of who I am. Maybe all of you don't realize it, but the HWF is a NATIONALLY TELEVISED federation! This place is meaningless in my eyes compared to the HWF and is merely a vehicle for my sole purpose.

[Fuller is now to his feet. Meanwhile, Senters has rolled out of the ring and headed to the back, clearly not interested in wasting his time on this newcomer. Fuller shakes his head and picks up the chair that still sits in the ring, lining up his shot very carefully.]

Michael Trey: I've been watching YOU; you can't spend the time to watch ME? Well, I've already noticed you cheering for this piece of trash, Jon Full-

[And as Trey turns to gesture towards Fuller's fallen body, he sees the oncoming chair and ducks just in the nick of time. Trey drops the mic and hits the mat, rolling out. Fuller makes fast pursuit.]

Ronald: Get him, Fuller!

[Fuller chases Trey right out through to backstage. Claire runs after them, dragging along Trey's HWF Smackdown Title.]

Albert: I'm torn... Jon is soooo Jon-tastic, but I like this Trey guy.

Ronald: You would... he's basically called everyone here worthless because we aren't "nationally televised". That doesn't make us worse than him.

[We cut away from the TV to get a shot of Drake with a look of concentration on his face... his hand gently strokes his chin, he appears to be taking in what he's seen as we cut back to inside of the arena, where they go to Tim and Jeff.]

Tim: Alright, it's main event time!!

Jeff: YES!! Gavin's finally getting his shot!!

Tim: After causing Tempest the match last week, you mean...

Jeff: No, that's now what I meant.

[Suddenly "Heavy" by Collective Soul kicks over the PA System, drumming through the ears of the audience. The entire arena goes dark and blue strobe lights begin to circle throughout the crowd. The crowd recognizes the music and begins to boo and jeer just as Gavin Coens steps out from behind the curtain. He raises his arms towards the fans, completely ignoring the chorus of boos. He walks down the aisle slapping the hands of fans who are reaching out to tear off a peice of him. Gavin doesn't seem to notice at all though as he makes his way down to the ring. He slides in casually and continues to signal towards the fans. The blue strobe lights stop and the arena lights are restored. Gavin readies himself in his corner and the music stops.]

Jeff: Gavin is SO gonna win tonight!!

Tim: Unless Solomon has something to say about it... or Tempest.

Jeff: *sarcastically* Great... Tempest...

[The low electronic hum that begins the Lo-Fidelity 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, and up the Extream Screen to find Tempest and the crowd roars as she steps out and raises her hands. She runs to the ring, with a smile and trots up the steps. The lights flicker off her shiny metallic blue body suit as flash bulbs pop as she scuttles up to the top turnbuckle and waves to the crowd. She turns to the crowd with a genuine smile before leaping into a back flip into the ring.]

Jeff: I can't believe Tempest squirmed her way into this match.

Tim: Well she did have a good argume-

Jeff: SHUT UP BITCH!!

Tim: HUH!?!

["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 thje World Champion - Kyle Solomon!!

Jeff: C'mon Gavin... beat both their asses!!

[The bell rings out, as Tempest makes her way out towards Solomon. Both become catious of Coens, who stands in the corner simply watching. Tempest is the first to make her move, and the two lock up in the center of the ring. Solomon forces Tempest to the ropes and the ref orders a break. Solomon breaks the hold - cleanly. Tempest charges and the two lock up again. This time, it's Tempest who forces Solomon into the ropes. Once again, then ref orders the break. Tempest breaks the hold cleanly, just as Solomon had. Coens, who is frustrated with the show of respect, walks out from the corner and starts yelling at both combatants to fight.]

Jeff: C'mon... Gavin is ordering you to take action!!

Tim: They don't have to listen to him...

Jeff: Geez... these wrestlers nowadays are SO sacreligious.

[Tempest looks at Coens, and then to Solomon. Solomon looks towards Gavin as well, but is suddenly hit with a right hand from Tempest. Solomon stumbles backwards, but comes back with a right hand of his own. Tempest and Solomon begin trading right hands now, as Coens cheers them on. The crowd is in a frenzy, but suddenly become silent as the two stop fighting. As if planned, both Tempest and Solomon turn to Coens and knock him over with a double dropkick. The fans erupt again, as Solomon and Tempest begin battling it out again.]

Jeff: You do not want to make Gavin angry! He rules with an iron fist!!

[Coens gets up, only to be knocked down by Tempest. Tempest and Solomon begin fighting again, and Coens crawls back to his feet. As he runs at the two again, Solomon this time knocks him down to the mat. Tempest and Solomon continue their boxing match, as Coens slides to the outside of the ring. Kyle staggers Tempest with a series of rights and then grabs her for a swinging DDT. She hits the mat hard, but rolls out of the way of a legdrop. Kyle gets up quickly and drags Tempest to her feet. He scoops her into a Fireman's Carry and prepares to drop her into a stunner from it, but she wriggles free. Tempest slips down his back and charges forward ramming him into the ring post. As he staggers back she leaps for the nearest set of ropes and jumps back into an asai moonsault.]

Tim: Tempest came to fight!!

Jeff: But, y'know what? ... She's not gonna be fighting for long!!

[Suddenly, Gavin slides in the ring with a chair. As Tempest rises to her feet, Coens swings and drops her with a chairshot right to the back of the head. Coens slumps backwards as Tempest drops onto Solomon. The heads-up referee quickly goes for the count.]

Jeff: WAIT, GAVIN!?!

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

Tim: Gavin almost accidentally gave Tempest the win!

[Gavin turns back to see the kickout and then slams the chair back down onto Solomon this time. Solomon tries to cover up, but Coens continues jabbing the chair into Solomon. Solomon takes refuge in the corner now, as Tempest makes her way to the ropes. She begins scaling to the top as Coens throws the chair to the outside. Tempest flies form the top turnbuckle into a somersault plancha on Coens just as he turns around. He staggers back up and manages to duck a flying drop kick as Tempest hits the mat opposite him. She stands but Coens manages to get a hard left hook before scooping her up into a Fisherman's Suplex. But before he can flip her over and drop her, she squirms around and gets and arm around his neck. As he begins to flip her, she rolls over him and yanks downward turning it into a sort of DDT. She keeps rolling and rolls right into a run up the turnbuckles. She leaps back into a 450 splash and drops like a bomb on him.]

Tim: 450 SPLASH!!

[One... ...Two... ...THR...BROKEN UP BY SOLOMON!!]

Jeff: Thank Gavin for Solomon!!

Tim: What!?!

[Gavin slowly rolls out of the way, as Solomon starts beating down on Tempest. He whips her to the ropes and she bounces off hard. He rebounds back, only to be thrown over with a back body drop. Tempest kips up to her feet, though, and as Solomon turns around - she nails him with a spinning heel kick. Solomon drops to the mat and Tempest runs to the turnbuckle again. She springs up to the top and backflips off towards the rising Solomon. Solomon, however, catches Tempest and spikes her down...]

Tim: RIGHT ON THE MARK!!

[Tempest bounces off her head onto her back, and Solomon quickly goes for the pin.]

Jeff: NO!!

[One... ...Two.... .....THRE...BROKEN UP BY COENS!!]

Jeff: YES!!

[Gavin begins stomping hard on Solomon, as Tempest rolls away from the action now. Gavin quickly lifts up Solomon, only to be kneed in the gut by the World Champion. Solomon turns back to Tempest, but Coens uses the opening to lock Solomon in a double arm bar and drop him forward with a front russian legsweep.]

Tim: THE CARDINAL SYN!!

Jeff: YES!! YES!! IT'S OVER!!

[Gavin slowly flips Solomon over and covers him.]

Tim: I think Gavin may have done it!!

[One... ......TWO.... .....THRE...BROKEN UP BY TEMPEST!!]

Jeff: WHAT THE SHIT!?!

[All three competitors lay in a heap in the ring, as the fans chant "H-W-F, H-W-F" in appreciation. Suddenly, from the back, comes Silky Plams again.]

JefF: HEY, 'TRIPLE S' IS BACK!!

[Silky holds a steel chair in his right hand and marches down to the ring with a purpose. He slides into the ring and waits for somebody to get up. The ref tries to force him out of the ring, but can't do anything because of the no DQ clause. Tempest is the first to rise and, without even seeing Silky, picks up Coens. As Tempest begins raining right hands down on Gavin, Silky taps her on the back. She turns around with Gavin, and Silky hits a BRUTAL chairshot right across both their heads. The fans gasp, as Tempest and Gavin fall to the ground directly next to each other. Solomon slowly gets up now, as Silky tackles him back to the ground and begins laying in right hands.]

Tim: What the hell is Triple S's motive!?!

Jeff: I don't know... but look at the ref!!

[In the ring, the ref is examining the going-ons. Suddenly, he looks down to see Tempest's arm across Gavin's chest and Gavin's arm across Tempest's chest. He drops down for the count, as Silky keeps Solomon busy.]

Tim: What the...

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

Jeff: GAVIN WON IT!!

Tim: No, TEMPEST WON IT!!

[The ref signals for the bell, as Silky gets off of Solomon and stands up with a smirk on his face. Silky exits the ring now, as Solomon slowly rolls up to his feet - just in time to see the ref raise the hand of...]

Tim: Gavin AND Tempest!?!

[Solomon's face is struck with a look of shock, as he quickly gets up and takes charge after Silky. Gavin and Tempest both lay in the ring motionless.]

Jeff: Both of them are Champions? How can that be!?!

[Just then, "Intro" by DMX hits the speakers - to a mix of boo's and cheers.]

Tim: I think we're about to find out...

[Johnny Drake emerges from the back, with a half smug - half shocked look on his face. He holds a mic in his right hand, and quickly cuts out the music. Gavin and Tempest start to regain conciousness as Drake begins to speak.]

Johnny Drake: What the hell just happened!?!

[Laughter is heard from the crowd, as Drake starts pacing towards the ring.]

Johnny Drake: Well, I guess the reign of King Solomon is over, isn't it? ... Anyway, one of my main events for Dark Horizon was just blown, so I better piece together what we have here so we can get some buyrates. First of all, to Triple S.

[Boo's are heard from the crowd. Gavin and Tempest are both responsive now.]

Johnny Drake: Silky, I think you and Kyle have been fighting long enough. I can not tell you how sick I am of seeing perfectly fine matches get destroyed by one of your, if not both of your, actions. It's time to settle things, ieven if it means getting rid of one of you. That's why, at Dark Horizon next Sunday - Silky and Solomon will finally have it out - in a CONTRACT ON A POLE MATCH!!

[The crowd goes into utter shock, as does Tempest and Gavin Coens in the ring.]

Johnny Drake: Wait, wait... I'm not done yet!!

[The crowd quiets down, as Drake addresses the two in the ring now.]

Johnny Drake: Now, what to do with the World Title... Gavin, as much as I hate Tempest and as much as I like you... partner... I just can't give you the belt. I'm sorry, but I'd be crucified alive if I used that kind of bias with such a prominent title. But odn't worry, you'll get your fair shot.

[Gavin looks intruiged.]

Johnny Drake: This Sunday, Tempest and Gavin Coens will fight. Neither of you will walk into the match as the World Champion - but one of you will walk away as the World Champion, if you catch my drift.

[Gavin smirks a little, as Tempest nods accordingly.]

Johnny Drake: Of course, the stipulatons are subject to change... I mean, this is the HWF!!

[Drake's final words echo throughout the HWF Arena, as "Intro" erupts through the speakers again. Drake slowly makes his way to the back, as they cut to Gavin and Tempest in the ring. The two stare at each other as the footage slowly fades into black. They show a short preview for Dark Horizon and then go right back to black.]