Chaz: *shouting* MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN... LET'S GET EXTREME!!!

(Huge pop)

Chaz: *a bit softer* Tonight, the HWF DEBUTS in the Eagles Ballroom, more commonly known as "The Rave!"

(Another pop)

Chaz: Although I could stand in this ring for the first twenty minutes of the show like some middle aged schmuck who believes he's God...

(Interrupted by cheers)

Chaz: *smiling* I'm only here for a short moment. I have a few announcements to make. First, I'm often confronted as to why there are not more matches on Suicide. The answer is simple. Lack of time... But, beginning next week, there will be larger cards, more action, and even more insanity!!!

(Cheers)

Chaz: There will still be three to four televised matches, but there will also be dark matches. These matches will not be seen on television, yet the HWF website-hard2thecore.com-will post results. Even more reasons to buy a ticket to a HWF event. Now, the second reason I am out here. On June 11... the HWF will be BACK ON PAY PER VIEW!!!

(Pop)

Chaz: That's right. Now, as to the name of the pay-per-view... "The King of Violence." This card will hold a tournament, in which to crown the *first ever* HWF King of Violence!!! Yes, a new title has been added!

(Cheers)

Chaz: Keep up to date on the HWF web site for more details! Thanks, everybody! Have a great night!

(To the cheers of the crowd, Chaz leaves the ring. As he turns at the end of the aisle, and raises his arms to the crowd, the screen fades.)

(Commercials)

[The lights start to flicker a myriad of colors, as "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by the Scorpions plays through the speakers. The Milwaukee crowd in attendance at The Rave cheer wildly as the HWF World Champion, Lance Sterling, emerges from the curtains and walks slowly towards the
ring, a look of determination etched on his face. Sterling climbs into the ring and showboats the crowd, flashing his HWF World Title, as the music dies down. Sterling takes the microphone from the announcer]

LANCE STERLING: Hellooo, Milwaukee!

[Crowd erupts into cheers]

LANCE STERLING: No, to hell with the bullshit. I came out here for a reason; two reasons, actually. First of all: Jayson Starr. Buddy, last week you got an UPSET win over me, and now you think your ass deserves a title shot? Yeah, right you do. Maybe if you had EARNED a win over me, I might consider it. But you didn't earn anything. So you managed to get a win by me, what do you want, a medal or something?

Starr, ever since you started coming after me, demanding a title shot and saying how I'm not a worthy champion. Well if I'm unworthy, then YOU sure as hell aren't worth a title shot, because everybody in the HWF knows that I'm ten times better than you are. So go to Hell, Starr, because you aren't going to get a shot at MY Heavyweight Title.

[Some boos are heard in the crowd, and a small "Sterling Sucks" chant is starting]

LANCE STERLING: I'm not in the mood for this garbage, so SHUT THE HELL UP!

[More boos]

LANCE STERLING [getting irritated]: You can all burn in Hell. Next topic for tonight: Chris Goings! Now, you may be part of HWF's Finest, but last week you made a major mistake by butting into my match. I didn't want... or NEED your help, Goings. And you know what else? I'm getting really sick and tired of listening to the crap spouting out of your mouth, about how you're the REAL star of the HWF. Who's the guy holding the gold, Goings? It's ME! Not you, you arrogant little punk.
As of right now, bitch, you're out of the HWF's Finest...and as an added bonus here tonight in Milwaukee...you're going to face ME! I'm calling you out, Goings. You and me, here tonight! And Chris...when I'm through with you you're going to know why I'm the HWF Champion; why I'm
the best in the business. Goings, you're going to find out first-hand why I am not only the main event... not only the whole damn show, but why I am BETTER THAN YOU!

["Rock You Like a Hurricane" plays through the speakers again as Sterling holds up the HWF World title, and walks to the back.]

(At this time, the camera cuts out and comes back, viewing the HWF Announce booth, located in on the balcony of the arena. Tim and Jeff stand, dressed casually, with the backdrop of chain link fencing and barbwire.)

Tim: Ladies and gentlemen... WELCOME TO SATURDAY SUICIDE!!!

Jeff: You've just seen two interviews and both are incredibly important. First, Chaz Manson comes out and tells everyone a new title, the King of Violence, will be determined at the self-titled pay-per-view "The King of Violence." Not only that, but now bigger cards.

Tim: Then, the World Champion, Lance Sterling, calls out Chris Goings!

Jeff: That's just not right, Tim. Lance Sterling should bow down to the Chris after he helped him last week.

Tim: What?! Believe me, I'm no Lance Sterling addict, in fact I hate the guy... but, there's one person I can't stand, and that's Chris Goings. Sterling is the World Champion, he doesn't need the help of an annoying, pompous character like Chris Goings!

Jeff: Are you nuts? Chris Goings is this company's savior and the leader into the new millenium! Not to mention, the POW, the FOW, and the greatest thing since air in a can!

Tim: My God... I now know what Hell feels like.

Jeff: Is that what you call your home?

Tim: *sighing* I am being given word that we have some exclusive footage of Justin Storm at the hospital.

Jeff: Ok Tim, this is the last time. It's not Justin Storm, it's MICHAEL TRAY!!!

(The footage rolls as the words "Earlier this week" appear in the bottom left hand corner of the screen. Lance Sterling with Keith Bronson is seen outside of the hospital. You can hear their conversation.)

STERLING: Damnit Keith, this had better be the right hospital. I'm sick of this crap.

BRONSON: Lance, why not forget about Justin and his bullshit? We don't need him. We make up the HWF's Finest. Bronson and Sterling...

STERLING: First of all, Kenneth...

BRONSON: Lance, you said you wouldn't tell anyone about my full name.

STERLING: Then keep your mouth shut. First of all, KEITH, Justin is my best friend and he is the one who has helped me mold into the role model that I am today. And second, Justin came up with the HWF's Finest, he persuaded Goings into joining, and most of all, he was the guy who I fought to win the HWF World Championship. So he is no joke.

BRONSON: Sorry man. I didn't know you were so touchy today.

STERLING: Let's just say it's been a long week so far, and it's only Thursday.

(Bronson and Sterling enter the double doors of the hospital and walk up to the main lobby desk. The secretary is sitting in a chair and begins to speak.)

SECRETARY: Hello, may I help you two?

BRONSON: Yea, we're here to see that punk...

STERLING: Shut up man. What have I told you about talking without being spoken to?

BRONSON: She asked me a question...

STERLING: She asked ME a question, not you. Now ma'am, we're here to see Mr. Justin Storm. He should still be here. He has amnesia, if that rings a bell.

SECRETARY: Are you family?

STERLING: No ma'am.

SECRETARY: Friends?

STERLING: Yes ma'am.

SECRETARY: Names?

STERLING: Lance Sterling and Kenneth... I mean Keith Bronson.

SECRETARY: Go on ahead and see Mr. Storm. He's in room 420 on the fourth floor.

STERLING: Ok. Thank you ma'am.

(Sterling and Bronson walk to the elevator and press the button. The elevator door opens as the elevator progresses upward. All of a sudden, there is a call over the PA system.)

PA: Emergency alert. A man has escaped from his hospital bed. He is around six feet, three inches tall. He has long dark hair and is wearing a silver and black cloak. He answers to the name of Michael Tray.

(Michael Trey then enters through the double doors and appears before the secretary.)

SECRETARY: Can I help you?

TREY: I'm looking for Justin Storm.

SECRETARY: Family or friends?

TREY: Friends.

SECRETARY: Name?

TREY: Michael Trey.

SECRETARY: Heh. No, really, what's your name?

TREY: I said it before. It's Michael Trey.

SECRETARY: Wait a minute, aren't you?

TREY: I guess you recognize me from the Hardcore Wrestling Federation, huh?

SECRETARY: You're Justin Storm!

(The secretary grabs the phone and hits a button. She talks through the phone over the PA.)

SECRETARY: Attention, Justin Storm is up front in the lobby. I repeat, Justin Storm is in the lobby.

(About 5 doctors with a straight jacket run down the corridor and grab Trey. They bring him to the ground and strap him in the straight jacket. Trey is kicking and screaming trying to get out, but the doctors overpower him and drag him away. You can hear Trey's voice as he is being taken away.)

TREY: Let go of me! Justin, you are dead. You hear me Storm? When I get my hands on you, you will be sorry...

(Trey's voice cuts off as the cameras switch to an upstairs view. Bronson and Sterling step off of the elevator. Bronson stops and speak.)

BRONSON: Do you hear something, Lance?

STERLING: Bronson, what the hell is wrong with you today? There is no sound. You are just hearing things.

BRONSON: Whatever.

(Sterling and Bronson walk over to room 420 and open the door. Three doctors are in there looking at an empty bed.)

STERLING: Where is Justin?

DOCTOR 1: Mr. Storm has been caught and is in a room by himself now.

STERLING: Caught?

DOCTOR 1: Yes. Mr. Storm has escaped and we had to catch him.

STERLING: Ok, I'll go take a look for him.

DOCTOR 1: I'm sorry, he is not allowed to have any visitors at this time.

(Sterling turns to walk out as the doctor grabs his arm. Sterling nods at Bronson as Bronson grabs the doctor and tosses him into the other two. Bronson stands in front of the door as Sterling walks out.)

STERLING: Keith, I'll be back after I find Justin.

(Sterling walks out and down the hallway. He hits the button for the elevator as another person is on. Sterling presses the floor 1 button, as the floor 3 button is pressed as well by the other person. The elevator stops on floor 3 as the doors open. A lot of commotion is going on as the man steps out. Sterling then steps out and looks around. He sees someone going the opposite way, racing in a wheelchair against another patient. Sterling jogs up and asks a nurse what is going on.)

STERLING: What is going on ma'am?

NURSE: We've got wheelchair races going on.

STERLING: Isn't that against the rules?

NURSE: As long as no one finds out, then it isn't.

STERLING: Who's racing?

NURSE: Gary Rope and a guy called Michael Tray.

STERLING: Did you say Michael TRAY?

NURSE: Yea, why?

STERLING: Get Mr. Tray over here.

NURSE: (shouting) Mike, get over here. You got a visitor.

(Tray rolls his wheelchair over to Sterling and the nurse.)

NURSE: This man seems to think he knows you.

STERLING: Hey, what's up Justi... I mean Michael.

TRAY: Who the hell are you?

STERLING: It's me man. Your best friend, Lance Sterling.

TRAY: I've never seen you before. And what's that about you being my best friend? If I've never seen you, then I wouldn't even be your friend, now would I? Where did you come from anyways?

STERLING: The HWF, I'm the World Champion...

TRAY: WTF? I'm the mother f'n World Champion, Michael Tray. I won it two weeks ago at Yes 2 Karnage.

STERLING: Justin, what is wrong with you? I didn't know your amnesia was this bad.

TRAY: Who the hell is Justin? You know something? You are beginning to piss me off. You know something, you'd better step off bitch, before I decide to make you step off.

STERLING: What you gonna do about it Michael? You gonna fight me? I know your amnesia is bad, but no one, and I mean no one talks to the damn HWF World Champion like that.

TRAY: What you gonna do boy? You gonna fight me? You ain't nothing.

(Tray stands up out of the wheelchair. Tray goes back for a punch as one of the people in the wheelchair races goes out of control and crashes right into the camera. The cameras fade back to the arena.)

Tim: I can't believe it. Justin and Lance were about to fight before we were cut off!

Jeff: Damnit Tim, it's Michael F'N Tray. There is no Justin Storm. Michael Tray is the World Champion, no matter what you say. He has the title to prove it.

Tim: But Lance has the title as well...

Jeff: A fake replica, that's all.

Tim: Good, God...

(The camera switches backstage, as Chris Goings is seen walking into the arena with the aid of crutches. From behind, Jayson Starr attacks Goings. The two begin to go at it, as Michael Trey shows up! The three brawl in the parking lot as the camera cuts out.)

Tim: Michael Trey, Jayson Starr, and Chris Goings are beating the hell out of each other in the parking lot!

(The camera switches from the booth to the ring.)

Announcer: The following match up is a Tag Team Match! Introducing first..

('Big in Japan' by The Guano Apes blares throughout the arena as the lights dim a bit. After a moment Jin and Tatsumi walk through the curtains, and pause on the stage. The pair are met with a small reaction, some cheers, some boos. Jin and Tatsumi head to the ring and quickly slide in. Jin goes to the center of the ring, as Tatsumi climbs to the top of one of the turnbuckles. Jin puts on a martial arts display throw spinning kicks and punches as Tatsumi blows a large cloud of dark black smoke into the air. Jin goes to his corner and kneels, blessing himself as Tatsumi paces the ring. Jin stands and he and Tatsumi await their opponents.)

Announcer: the team of Jin Kobayashi and Tatsumi Hashimoto, THE WARRIORS OF THE RISING SUN!!!

(A helicopter's blades are heard and gets louder by the second before the sudden start of the song screams onto the speakers. Shrapnel and Howitzer walk out and to different sides of the entrance to stop and scope out the crowd. Before returning and walking down the isle. Then Howitzer stops and gets psyched and Shrapnel searches the bottom of the ring for weapons. Then they roll under the ring. Howitzer sits up on top of a turnbuckle, and Shrapnel leans across the top rope.)

Announcer: ..and their opponents, the team of Howitzer and Shrapnel.. ESPIONAGE!!!

Tim: Fans, I'd just like to make it clear this match was originally a normal tag match, then went to a cage match, but is now back to being a normal match..

Jeff: Umm, why?

Tim: I've been told that we're going to save the stipulations for a later date, to determine the tag title number one contenders.

Jeff: Oh.

(The bell sounds.)

Tim: And there's the bell!

(Howitzer climbs out the ring and Jin hops over the top rope onto the apron, leaving Tatsumi and Shrapnel inside.)

Tim: Looks like Tatsumi and Shrapnel are gonna start it off.

(Tatsumi and Shrapnel lock up. Shrapnel tries to turn it into a headlock, but Tatsumi quickly slips out and gets behind him and applies a rear waist lock. Shrapnel attempts to elbow Tatsumi in the head, but Tatsumi ducks it then turns around and hooks Shrapnel's arm, then the other one.. and drops down for a quick back slide. The ref doesn't even have a chance to get down and count before Shrapnel slips out and gets to his feet. Tatsumi looks up and gets dropped to the mat by a vicious spear by Shrapnel.)

Jeff: Cool spear!

(Shrapnel gets up and picks Tatsumi up, locks on a headlock.. and flips him over with a suplex to the mat. They both quickly get to their feet. Shrapnel goes for a strong clothesline, but Tatsumi ducks and jumps up behind him on the way, swings around him and then grabs his head and sends Shrapnel's head into the mat with a beautiful float over DDT!)

Tim: Nice one! Tatsumi's really got the technical edge over Shrapnel here.

Jeff: Well, what do you expect? The Warriors are technical wrestlers!

(Tatsumi springs up to his feet, and then stands Shrapnel up. He backs him to the ropes, then whips him across the ring. Shrapnel bounces off, and attempts to catch Tatsumi with another clothesline, but Tatsumi quickly drops to the ground with a drop toe hold. Tatsumi hops to his feet and jumps over Shrapnel, then tags Jin.)

Jeff: It's Jin's turn now.

(Shrapnel gets to his hands and knees. Tatsumi steps out the ring, as Jin springboards in and lands right across the back of Shrapnel's head with a guillotine leg drop!)

Tim: Oh! Great athleticism by Jin, the White Tiger.

(Jin uses the ropes and pulls himself up. He picks Shrapnel up, but Shrapnel lands a couple shots to the gut of Jin, making him release the hold. Shrapnel then levels Jin with a powerful clothesline.)

Jeff: He almost decapitated him!

(Shrapnel cracks his knuckles, then picks Jin up. He drags Jin by the hair over to his corner and tags Howitzer. Howitzer gets in and kicks Jin in the ribs. Shrapnel holds him by the hair up, and decks him with a monsterous right hand.. then lets him drop to the ground. Shrapnel then gets out the ring.)

Tim: Did you see that vicious right hand by Shrapnel?! Jin's gonna be feeling that pain in the morning..

Jeff: Hey Tim, who writes your corny-ass dialogue? Dick Van Dyke?

Tim: Oh shut up and just watch the match.

(Howitzer slides out the ring, and grabs a chair from ringside. He climbs back in the ring, as Jin is standing up. Jin leans up against the ropes to support himself. Howitzer charges it him and swings overhead at Jin with the steel chair. Jin thinks fast and dodges out of the way. Howitzer hits the top rope with the chair, and the chair bounces back and hits him in the face!)

Jeff: Ha! Smart move!

(Howitzer's stumbling back dazed, with the chair by his face where it hit. Jin then takes the opportunity to capitalize on the situation, and follows up with a spinning heel kick to the chair, knocking the chair right into Howitzer's face again!)

Tim: Great capitalization on the part of Jin!

(Howitzer drops to the mat, and Jin drops down on top of him for the pin. 1...2...kickout!!!)

Jeff: It's a little too early to try to pin anyone just yet.

(Jin hits the mat, then quickly gets to his feet and gets out of the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. Howitzer stands up, and looks up at Jin, as Jin leaps off the top rope with an ax handle smash, but gets caught by Howitzer grabbing him by his throat.)

Tim: Uh oh... Howitzer's got Jin..

(Howitzer smirks at Jin, and lifts him up for a chokeslam. But when he gets to the peak of its height, Jin suddenly brings his legs up and wraps them around Howitzer's arm, then swings down and drops him to the mat into an armbar submission!)

Jeff: Wow! What a great reversal by Jin! I never saw that one coming!

(Howitzer screams out as Jin wrenches back on his arm harder. The ref's checking for a submission.. but Howitzer won't give in. Just then, Shrapnel gets in, picks up the chair.. and cracks it across Jin's head, making him release the grip.)

Tim: Oh man! Did you hear that chair echo?!

(Tatsumi jumps in and goes after Shrapnel, but gets dropped with a chair shot to the head too. Shrapnel then drops the chair and climbs out the ring and down onto the floor outside. He lifts the apron up and the crowd cheers loudly when he does so...)

Crowd: TA-BLE!!!! TA-BLE!!!! TA-BLE!!!!

(Sure enough, Shrapnel slides out a table. He picks it up and pushes it over the top rope, and Howitzer from the inside, brings it the rest of the way in. He sets it up in the center of the ring, as Howitzer climbs back inside the ring. Jin starts to stand up, and Tatsumi also begins to stir. Just then, the lights go out.)

Jeff: What the hell??

(A giant "X" appears in the center of the ring)

Tim: Oh no... not AGAIN!

("Good Girls, Bad Guys" by DMX comes on the PA as the lights return, and the same two guys from last week run down and slide in the ring. One runs and spears Howitzer, and the other one runs and hits Shrapnel in the gut with a jab. The music dies as he picks Shrapnel up in a fireman's carry as the other guy stands up. The one pushes Shrapnel up in a flapjack, and the other guy brings him down with a diamond cutter!)

Jeff: Oh man!

(One of the two then gets on the top rope, and the other one picks up Howitzer. The one puts Howitzer in a front face lock, then hooks his leg. He lifts him up in a cradle suplex, then the other guy jumps off the top rope as the one brings Howitzer back, and the one from the top rope pushes Howitzer down, spiking his head down to the mat!)

Tim: Woah!

Jeff: What teamwork by these guys.... whover the fu....

Tim: Jeff...

Jeff: What, dammit?! I deserve an explination on who the hell these guys are!

(The two guys then look at The Warriors. They charge them, and The Warriors start fighting back. All four of them are trading punches back and forth, but eventually the mystery men get the upper hand and land the harder punches. One drops Tatsumi, and the other one drops Jin. The one that dropped Jin walks over and picks up Tatsumi by his legs like he's gonna do a reverse powerbomb, as the other one runs and bounces off the ropes. The one holding Tatsumi, raises him into the air, as the other guy comes back from behind and does a front flip, and grabs Tatsumi's head and drops down into a stunner!)

Jeff: Where do these guys think up these moves? Is there a book or something?

Tim: Why do you care? You can't read.

Jeff: Blow me, Tim.

Tim: Oh, so you're illiterate, AND you're gay. That's a very deadly combo...

Jeff: *in a lower voice* Tim... if you don't shut the hell up now.... and I mean, RIGHT now... I promise you this... they will never.... EVER... find the body...

Tim: *brief silent pause* ....anyways, look what these guys are doing!

Jeff: That's what I thought.

(The guys have knocked Jin out of the ring, and Tatsumi, and Espionage are laying out cold in the ring. The two guys then climb out the ring and run back out the way they came.)

Jeff: The mystery dudes have struck again.

(Espionage start to stand up, looking confused as hell on what just happened. Then, Shrapnel looks over to the layed out Tatsumi, and shows it to Howitzer. Howitzer points to the table, and Shrapnel smiles and goes over and picks him up. Jin slowly starts to stand on the outside. Shrapnel drags Tatsumi over to Howitzer, and hands him over to him. Howitzer then applies a standing head scissors. Jin gets up on the apron, and starts yelling something to Shrapnel in Japanese. Shrapnel looks pissed off at Jin, and charges him, but Jin ducks down and pulls the top rope down too.. sending Shrapnel over the top rope and onto the floor.)

Tim: And out goes Shrapnel.

(Jin hops in the ring, as Howitzer lifts Tatsumi up in a powerbomb position directly over the table. Jin then runs up behind Howitzer, and dropkicks him in the back.. making him lose his balance. Tatsumi, now awake.. uses this chance and grabs Howitzer's head and falls down into a facebuster on Howitzer through the table!)

Tim: Oh my god! Tatsumi hit a facebuster to Howitzer through the table!!

(Jin, knowing Tatsumi's too out of it at the moment to do much of anything.. quickly rolls Howitzer over, and hooks the leg for the pin.... 1!!!!... 2!!!!....3!!!!!)

Jeff: The Warriors of the Rising Sun won!!

('Big In Japan' hits the speakers again, as both members of The Warriors of the Rising Sun slowly stand up.)

Tim: That was a great match-up.

(Camera cuts to backstage by the entrance to the arena, and the doors open. Jessie Suicide comes walking through, dressed casually, and starts walking down the hallway as the doors close behind him.)

Jeff: Jessie Suicide's here!

Tim: And we've got our triple threat match between Brian Jones, Vic Williams, and Jayson Starr.. up next!

(commercials)

[The lights dim inside the arena as a spotlight hits the entrance way. Get Your Roll On by Metallica begins to blare through the arena speakers as Sassy Perkins pushes the curtains aside and makes her way out into the aisle. Not far behind her is "The Showcase" Brian Jones who is strutting his way to ringside.]

[As Jones makes his way down the aisle, the boos continue to boast from the crowd. A bottle of water just misses Brian's face by about two feet. We can see security running after the fan in the background as Jones continues to make rude gestures to the crowd. Brian sees a "Showcase Sucks" sign and rips it in half and throws it back at the fan.]

[Sassy climbs onto the apron and strikes a pose as the crowd cheers. The Showcase follows behind by leaping onto the apron and into the ring, instead of holding the ropes for Sassy. He circles the ring one time and drops to a knee with his arms in the air as the boos grow louder. Pyro shoots off behind him as he awaits the bell.]

Jeff: Who the hell is playing that music?! We'd better have the damn CD, or Metallica will find our damn address off Napster.com, then sue our asses!

Tim: *laughs*

Announcer: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by Sassy Perkins... "THE SHOWCASE" BRIAN JONES!!!

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

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

Announcer: ...and his opponent, the self-proclaimed "HARDCORE HERO"... He is... JAYSON STARR!!!

(The fans cheer as the bell sounds.)

Tim: We apologize as this match was originally slated for a Three Way Dance, but due to complications beyond our control, "Vicious" Vic Williams was unable to be in attendance tonight.

(Starr and Jones begin to circle as Sassy Perkins exits the ring to the catcalls of the male base of fans. More specifically, the ENTIRE arena... Starr and Jones come together with a lock up. After a bit of testing each other, Brian Jones turns the move into a side headlock. Jayson Starr immediately backs into the ropes, then shoves Jones off. Jones goes across the ring, off the ropes, and back to Starr. Starr attempts a clothesline, but Jones ducks. Jones comes off the ropes again, as Starr is caught off guard. He drops to the mat, as Jones jumps over him. Starr then flips back onto his feet. As Jones comes back for the umpteenth time, Starr dives off him, hooking his waist/legs on his flip over. Starr executes a perfect sunset flip.)

One! Two!

(Brian Jones rolls the pin over, breaking the count, starting his own.)

One! Two!

(Jayson pancakes Jones' head between his knees, breaking the count. Both men are quick to their feet. Jones runs at Starr, who drops him with a drop toehold. Starr then gets back up and goes for a leg drop, but Jones rolls out of the way. Jones gets to his feet, as does Starr. Jones grabs Starr by the arm and whips him across the ring.)

Jeff: Good, God! How many times can they run around the damn ring?!

(Starr comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline from Brian Jones. As Starr comes off the other side of ropes, both men leap into the air with drop kicks. Both kicks connect, as the two crash to the mat. As they lie there, the crowd gets to their feet with a big applause, for the showing of reversals.)

Tim: Brian Jones has been studying Starr, he wants his debut to be a good one!

(As the fans cheer, both men slowly roll to their feet. As each clutches his ribs, they seemingly signal and equal respect. The fans then sit, as the two begin to circle once again. They look to lock up, but Jayson Starr stops short, instead quickly administering a drop toehold. Brian Jones smacks the mat and slowly gets to his feet. Starr hits a running knee to the skull of Jones, knocking him back into the ropes. As Jones struggles to get to his feet, Starr comes full speed at him. The two connect in a mix of body splash/clothesline, taking both men over the ropes, crashing into the apron, then collide with the cement floor. Sassy stands in the background, on the far side of the ring, looking concerned.)

Jeff: What contact those two made with the cement!

Tim: There are no pads out there, just cold, hard cement!

(Jayson Starr starts to move first, shaking off the effects of smacking the cement. Jayson gets to his feet, then bends down, pulling Brian to his feet. Jayson rolls Brian into the ring, then enters behind him. Starr slowly pulls Jones into a standing head scissors and with a quick motion, pulls him upright, then drops him with a devastating piledriver. Jayson the rolls on top of Jones, hooking his leg.)

One! Two! Th... Kickout!

Jeff: Brian Jones barely kicked out!

(Jayson Starr looks a bit surprised, but quickly goes back to work on Jones. Jayson pulls him to his feet, with a forearm to the back, then applies a front face lock. He hooks Jones' arm, then lifts him up. Jones slides off his back and to his feet. Starr turns around and receives a stiff kick to the mid-section. Starr keels over, as Jones hook his arms. Jones drops to a seated position, nailing a nice looking double arm DDT. Starr bounces off the mat for a second, as Jones leaps to his feet. He raises his arms to the dissatisfaction of the Milwaukee fans.)

Tim: He's show boating when he could be pinning Jayson Starr!!!

(The fans continue to jeer, as Jones finally drops to his knees and nonchalantly covers Jayson, he raises his fingers with each count.)

One! Two! Th... kickout!!!

(The fans erupt as a wide-eyed "Showcase" looks stunned. He turns to the referee, completely flabbergasted. Jayson Starr out of nowhere grabs Jones. Jones is once again caught off guard, rolled up with a schoolboy.)

One! Two! Th... kickout!

Tim: Another close pinfall!

Jeff: That almost became the second time in a week that Jayson Starr has won with a schoolboy!

(Both men are quick to their feet, and both go for a clothesline. The two connect and both men go to the mat.)

Jeff: These two have spent more time on their backs than two cheap sluts!

Tim: Hey! Hey! Hey!

Jeff: What, do you have a problem with people stereotyping your wife?

Tim: You sonofabitch, you shut you mouth!

Jeff: Okay, okay. I'm sorry. If we want to get all pushy about, I'll be politically correct. "Inexpensive Prostitute."

Tim: You say another word about my wife and I'll snap your damn neck!

Jeff: *SNL reference* Simma Don Na!

(By this time, the two men are back on their feet. They are locked up. Jayson takes control and attempts a short arm clothesline, but Brian ducks. As Jayson turns, he is met with the boot of Jones, in a huge superkick.)

Tim: The sound of that kick is unbelievable!

(Starr collapses to the mat. Brian Jones looks to take a breather, but Sassy yells for him to take the opportunity. Brian goes through the ropes and to the outside, slowly climbing to the top turnbuckle.)

Jeff: What's he going for?

Tim: *sifting through papers* I believe he has a frogsplash, called the Showcase Showdown...

(Sure enough, Jones reaches the top and begins a cocky flex. Sassy cheers as he takes flight, in mid motion of the frogsplash, Jayson Starr moves out of the way. The crowd cheers as Brian smacks the mat hard.)

Jeff: He missed! He missed!

(Jayson quickly gets to his feet, seeing his golden opportunity. He pulls Brian Jones, nearly out cold, to his feet. He whips Jones to the ropes, and out of desperation, Jones attempts a clothesline. Starr ducks the clothesline, holding onto Jones' arms and floating behind him. With a snap of a finger, Starr has the full nelson applied, directly into the sitting position, his knee colliding with the face of Brian Jones. The fans erupt as Starr rolls him over, hooking the leg.)

One! Two! Three!

Tim: Jayson Starr picks up the victory via the Shatter Starr!!!

Jeff: What a match...

(The screen cuts out from the ring, to the balcony, where two riot squad officers stand on either sides of a door, leading to a skybox overlooking the arena. From behind the shot, Jesse Suicide enters the scene. He walks to the door, opening it up.)

Jesse: Good work.

(Jesse walks into the skybox and shuts the door. As it looks as though we're going to commercial, the two officers slowly removes their helmets. It's MIKE JAVELIN and "VIOLENT" VINNY VILE!!! The fans erupt, as it's obviously being displayed on the HWF Tron. Magnum Force enter the skybox as Vinny slips a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door handle. He shuts the door as we go to commercial.)

(Commercials)

Tim: Fans, we're back! Did you just see that?! Magnum Force has returned, as we all thought Vinny Vile was still in the hospital. Obviously he got out and now they're in that skybox with Jesse Suicide!

Jeff: What are they going to do to him?

Tim: Who knows, but after two weeks ago, I wouldn't be looking for a tap on the wrist!

Jeff: Yeah, I see your... LOOK!!! UP THERE!!!

(The camera switches quickly, as a spotlight is shining to the balcony near the skybox. The fans are going crazy, as Magnum Force comes into view, with a bruised and battered Jesse Suicide. Magnum Force nonchalantly toss Jesse Suicide off the balcony!!! The fans gasp, as Suicide crashes onto a plywood stage below!!! The fans then go nuts with a chant of "HWF"!!!)

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

(Mike has a mic, and puts it up to his mouth. Vinny looks at Suicide, shrugs... He then can be seen walking out of camera view and into the back of the skybox.)

Mike Javelin: Paybacks sure are a bitch, Jesse! That's what you get when you choose to fuck with the "most extreme team to ever grace the planet", Magnum Force! Now, we're gonna...

(Mike looks back at the inside of the skybox)

Mike Javelin: Vinny... what the hell're you doing?

(Vinny is seen walking back to the balcony with a steel chair in hand. The crowd cheers as he stands up onto the edge of the balcony, raises the chair high into the air, then points down at a hurt Jessie Suicide.)

Mike Javelin: You're not gonna...

(Vinny yells as he jumps off the balcony with the chair, and nails the "Violent Ending" (Diving elbow w/ a chair) onto Jessie Suicide below, and smashing through the plywood stage!)

Jeff: OH...MY...GOD!!!

(The fans and Mike Javelin, still with the microphone, all begin a deafening "HOLY SHIT" chant, shaking the camera.)

Tim: This is insane! Vinny Vile is going to kill someone or kill himself in the process!!!

(Commercials)

(Back from commercial, the cameras find Chris Goings walking down a hallway in the back. Out of nowhere, Michael Trey attacks him. The two begin to fight once and as Jayson Starr then appears, joining the brawl, as the camera goes back to the ring.)

Tim: Those three are pissed at each other!

Jeff: Definitely.

Tim: Fans, we apologize that in the midst of all this commotion, we weren't able to show you a confrontation backstage between Nick Diamante and Blake Frost. All I know is that there was a scuffle and as a result, the title is NOW ON THE LINE!!!

Jeff: Whoo hoo!

("Machine Head" by Bush hits the PA, as a strobe light lights up the arena. From the back, Nick Diamante steps out. Dressed in a black leather jacket with an X-Tremists tee shirt underneath and baggy jeans, Diamante takes a fast, no-nonsense pace to the ring. He takes his jacket off, handing it to a ring member.)

Announcer: The following match is an "I Quit" match for the HWF Hardcore title! *cheers* Introducing first, currently in the ring. He is the challenger… "THE DIAMOND STUD"… NICK DIAMANTE!!!

(The fans pop for Diamante who loosens up in the corner.)

Tim: Diamante looks focused.

(The bells for "Hells Bells" go off followed by light neon blue smoke. Frost comes out the entranceway as the lights of the stadium go blue and Frost walks confidently down to ringside. He walks up the stairs and takes a look around the stadium when he reaches the top of the stairs.
He has a disgusted look on his face and he spits into the audience. He then walks to his corner and bows his head, while crossing his hands in front of himself. As he stands in the ring, he pulls a red rose from under his arm.)

Announcer: …and his opponent, the reigning HWF Hardcore Champion… BLAKE FROST!!!

(The bell sounds as Frost sets the rose on the mat in his corner. The two begin to circle and without much hesitation, lock up. Nick Diamante, the larger man, gets the easy advantage. Diamante looks to go for a side headlock, but Frost resists. Diamante seems not to care as he forcefully shoves Frost down into a standing head scissors. Diamante brings him onto this shoulder and powerbombs him to the mat with one hell of a powerbomb!)

Tim: Good, God! Frost may have internal bleeding after that one!

(Nick Diamante immediately heads out of the ring, tossing the ring curtain up. He slides out a table, then sets it in the ring. He then walks over to the barricade, picking up a nearby chair. He tosses the chair into the ring, then gets back in. By this time, Blake Frost is awaiting his arrival and meets him with a flipping dropkick. He knocks Diamante back into the ropes, then Diamante falls to the mat. Frost leaps into the air and hits a devastating leg drop to the back of Diamante's head.)

Jeff: A leg drop from the champion!

(Frost picks up the steel chair, lifting it above his head. He slams the chair down onto the back of Diamante. Diamante grimaces, as another chair shot comes down onto his back. Frost drops the chair, then goes to the table. He turns it on its side, unfolding the legs. He picks the table up and sets it upright, going back to Diamante. Diamante tries to fight it off with a punch to the ribs, but a swift kick to the face stops that. Blake Frost then pulls him to his feet. Frost takes him over to the table and rolls him on top. Blake then goes to the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, reaching the top.)

Tim: What's he going for here?

Jeff: I don't know, but it's definitely high risk!

(Blake turns away from Diamante then leaps backwards, hitting a moonsault through the table!!! Diamante looks to be out from the impact, and Frost is holding his ribs.)

Tim: Both men look to be hurt after that one.

(The referee comes over with a microphone, kneeling down to Frost.)

Referee Kelly Davis: Frost, do you quit?

Blake Frost: *winded* Hell…no…

(Kelly Davis goes to Diamante.)

Referee Kelly Davis: Diamante, do you quit?

(No response)

Referee Kelly Davis: Diamante?! Do you quit?

Diamante: *coming to* Get the fuck outta my face!

(The crowd cheers, but no one is really sure if it's for the fact Diamante is back or that the word 'fuck' was said… Anyway, the referee backs off, as both men slowly make it to their feet.)

Tim: This match is still on!

(The two lock up as Diamante gets the advantage again. He whips Frost across the ring. Frost ducks a clothesline and immediately retaliates with a super kick! Diamante falls to the mat like a tree, as Frost goes to the outside. He pulls out another table and puts it into the ring. After Frost gets in, he slants the table against the corner. He then grabs the chair and opens it up, setting it in front of the table. He walks over to Diamante, but is on the bad end of a low blow. Diamante gets up but is slugged with a right hand. Frost goes to the chair and steps onto the seat. He waits for Diamante as if to do a flipping neckbreaker. Instead, Diamante must've played opossum. He comes full speed at an unsuspecting Frost, diving at him. He connects with Frost and in an insane move, spears Frost through the table!!! The fans are ecstatic, as out of from the back is Espionage. The fans boo, not wanting interference. Espionage wait at ringside, as the fans erupt. From the back is Magnum Force. Armed with chairs they run down and nail Espionage. The four men begin to brawl in a cluttered mess as Nick Diamante gets to his feet. He sees this, running at them. He leaps over the top rope, in an Undertaker like dive, crashing into the brawling four. The five men spill onto the floor.)

Jeff: What was supposed to be a one on one match is now more of a six man brawl!

(The sixth man, Blake Frost, runs just as everyone is back up. He dives over with a somersault splash, taking everyone out again. The six men are going nuts, completely out of control.)

Tim: Fans, I guess this match has been determined a No Contest!

Jeff: That's bullshit!

Tim: We have one more match left and that's Sterling versus Goings… NEXT!!!

(Commercials)

Jeff: There's one last match left for tonight, and it was signed earlier in the evening: The HWF Champion, Lance Sterling, goes up against his...former I guess...stablemate, Chris Goings!

Tim: Yeah, we get to see two of the most arrogant guys in the HWF lock horns in the ring!

(The lights go out and the crowd is standing. The lights begin to flicker purple and silver above the ring and the crowd roars into an array of cheers and jeers. Posters are being held up all over the arena and then the lights go pitch black once again. Steam rises from the entranceway and "Just Like This" by Limp Bizkit starts over the PA system. The crowd is roaring and the whole arena turns silver and purple with a silver spotlight searching the arena. It stops in front of the curtains and new HWF superstar Chris Goings is standing with his hands up in the air. He strikes them down with serious speed and purple, black, and silver streamers fly from the rafters almost piercing the ears of everyone in the arena. He runs towards the ring and slides under the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and climbs to one turnbuckle raising his hands in the air.)

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, with TV time remaining. Introducing first, weighing 226 pounds....he is Chris Goings!!

[Goings' music dies down and is replaced by the sounds of "Rock You Like a Hurricane". Lance Sterling steps out from the curtains, again with a look of determination on his face. Sterling stands on the aisle, looking first at Goings, and then around the Rave, and finally he walks down towards the ring. He literally jumps over the ropes and rushes at Goings, nearly taking his head off with a clothesline]

Jeff: Holy… look at Sterling go! This match is underway!

Tim: Lance's not playing any games. He means to either really hurt Goings... or teach him a lesson… or both...

Jeff: Both would be my guess..

[Sterling knocks Goings backward with a series of chops. Sterling goes for a right hand, but Goings blocks it and tries to land a counter-punch, but Sterling blocks THAT and decks Goings. Lance lifts him to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes...leapfrogs over him and on the return, hits a body press drop onto Goings, sending him crashing face first into the mat]

Jeff: That looked brutal! Sterling means business!

Tim: He's really showing off his power here; Goings is completely manhandled!

[Goings slowly gets to his feet as Lance Sterling flexes for the crowd. Sterling turns around just in time to catch a right hand from Goings, and turns it into an arm breaker. Goings drops to the ground in pain as Sterling climbs the turnbuckle and executes a knee drop]

Jeff: Good lord, did you see that move?? The HWF World Champion is really taking it to Goings...

Tim: Hell yeah I did; I never thought Sterling could execute those high flying moves!

[Sterling lifts Goings up and bodyslams him. He kicks him arrogantly and picks him up, but Goings reverses it and rolls Sterling up with a school boy. Immediately the referee drops and begins the count..]

Referee: One...two...

Jeff: Sterling kicks out! Goings almost got an upset win on him, just like Jayson Starr did last weekend.

Tim: Luckily, Sterling overpowered Goings!

[Both men start trading right hands, and after a while Goings whips Sterling into the ropes...as he bounces off the ropes Goings swings behind him and drops him with a DDT. Goings scoffs and starts to climb the turnbuckle...Goings leaps off and nails Sterling with his patented finisher, The Finisher! Goings hooks the leg]

Referee: One...two...th...

Jeff: STERLING KICKS OUT!! STERLING KICKS OUT!!! Lance Sterling just kicked out of "The Finisher"! I can't believe it!

Tim: Looks like Goings can't believe it either. I thought for sure he had this match won!

[Lance Sterling slowly gets to his feet, and immediately goes back to work on Goings. He momentarily stuns him with a devastating right hand and sets him up for an arm wrench, but turns it into a side roundhouse kick! Sterling points towards the crowd and gives a thumbs down sign;
the signal for the Director's Cut]

Jeff: Here it comes; Sterling is going to go for the Director's Cut!

Tim: If he nails this, Goings is OUTTA HERE!

[Sterling pulls Goings to his feet, and swings him into a Fireman's carry. He holds him there for a few minutes, looking out over the crowd, and then suddenly swings him into a powerbomb. Sterling smiles and gives another thumbs down signal. He pulls Goings up again, sets him up for a vertical suplex, and instead drops him down into the new-and-improved Director's Cut. Goings is out of it]

Jeff: DIRECTOR'S CUT!!

Tim: Why doesn't Sterling pin him...wait… what's he doing now?!?

[Sterling climbs to the top turnbuckle and raises his hands in victory. He leaps off and executes Chris Goings' own move, "The Finisher" diving headbutt! The whole Rave crowd erupts into cheers as Sterling hooks the leg and the ref goes down for the pinfall]

Referee & Crowd: One...two...THREE!!

Jeff: Sterling's done it! He's beaten Chris Goings!

Tim: ...and with his own move, The Finisher!

["Rock You Like a Hurricane" blasts from the PA as the referee raises Lance Sterling's hand in victory. The cameras switch to a replay of Sterling delivering not only the Director's Cut, but The Finisher as well, to Chris Goings, and then going for the pinfall. Sterling showboats for the crowd again, climbing each of the four turnbuckles and raising his hands high in the air, before taking the microphone from the ring announcer]

LANCE STERLING: Goings, tonight you learned an important lesson. Not only did you find out what happens when you butt your nose in where you don't belong, but you found out just why I am the HWF Champion. Like I said earlier, you're out of the HWF's Finest, and hell, I may have just
ended your career. Your ego is way too big, Goings. Even bigger than mine. But here tonight, I cut you down to size. Nobody, and I sure as goddamn hell mean NOBODY, ever [BLEEP]s with Lance Sterling. That includes you too, pal.

[The cameras pan around the Rave, and then switch back to the ring, to show Chris Goings laying out cold in the center of the ring, as well as the celebrating Lance Sterling. Yet another replay of the match's finish is shown, as the show then comes to and end and everything fades
to black]