 June 3, 2000 [The somewhat blurry, computer generated image of Tony Bradshaw comes across the monitors of HWF fans world wide. With the aid of a HWF backdrop, Bradshaw is seated at a table, dressed in full HWF attire, looking into the digital camera, affixed atop a laptop computer.] Tony: Hello, fans, and welcome to the HWF Net-cast! I'm Tony Bradshaw and for the next 30 minutes, we'll show you the ongoing feuds, the interviews, and two matches that will not be shown on television! This is an *EXCLUSIVE* to the HWF-Net Junkies, viewing us LIVE via hard2thecore.com! First, let's see the recap of our first dark match tonight. The match just ended, so I'll run down the action. [A clip is shown of a rather large man, not exceptionally tall, but in the 6'6" range. The man, clean shaven and brown haired, is identified as "Dynamite Dan" via shaking text on the screen.] Tony: The first man to enter was newcomer--Dynamite Dan. [The clip then switches to another man entering the ring. This man looks to be a few inches shorter, dressed in black and red, sporting a black jersey with the number '13' on the chest. This man is identified as "Harvester of Sorrows" by the same text.] Tony: His opponent--Harvester of Sorrows. The match started off fast with the Harvester taking control. [Clips shown consecutively... first, the Harvester of Sorrows dives off the ropes and connects with a nice moonsault. Next, the Harvester and Dynamite Dan slug it out in a fury of punches, with Harvester of Sorrows winning, sending Dan to the outside.] Tony: The match was rather dull for a while, until the Harvester of Sorrows hit a Death Valley Driver. [Clip of the Death Valley Driver, planting DD square to the turnbuckle.] Tony: And finally, right after the DVD, the Harvester of Sorrows finished Dynamite Dan off with spectacular swan dive senton bomb. [The end clip of the senton bomb is shown.] Tony: So, there is the winner of the first dark match: Harvester of Sorrows! [Harvester of Sorrows gets his hand raised with a mild reaction from the crowd, then cuts back to Tony.] Tony: Now let's take you back one week, I Quit Match... Nick Diamante versus Blake Frost... [Cut to Footage of Last Week] ["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! [As Jeff's last words echo over and over, the clip fades back to Tony Bradshaw.] Tony: There you have it. Blake Frost was completely SCREWED OVER. What could've been an easy win for him last week was ruined, forcing a much more grueling match. The match is entitled a "Long Distance" match, named for it's extreme fatigue factor. We'll see who can go the distance and pick up the most submission victories within an hour... INSIDE A HELL IN A CELL!!! [The shot fades out, reappearing with the music video for Kid Rock's "American Bad Ass."] [The video concludes, sending the shot back to Tony.] Tony: That was Kid Rock, performing "American Bad Ass." If you witnessed WWF Raw this past Monday, you surely heard the extremely lazy censors mess up, allowing the "F Word" to show up on television. Good way to get the Parent Television Council impressed, Vince... Never fear fans, because you can almost guarantee the "F Word" will pop up on tonight's SATURDAY SUICIDE!!! Now, let's recap the second dark match of the evening. "The Dream" Scott Houston takes on "Dead Sexy" Rob Fernandez! [Clips are shown, showing the entrance of both men.] Tim: The match was rather quick, but spilled to the outside. Houston took control and assaulted Fernandez all around the ring area, even into the crowd! Finally, the action went back into the ring. After a back-and-forth battle of chops, Houston hit a cobra clutch suplex, resulting in the win for "The Dream." [The replay of the Cobra Clutch Suplex is shown.] Tony: Before we leave you to go live to Suicide, we'll leave you with this... [A clip is shown from two weeks ago, with the music of "Brackish" by Kittie playing in the background.] [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.] Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, this is an elimination style, three way dance!!! *cheers* Introducing first... weighing in at 257 pounds... "THE HARDCORE HERO"... JAYSON STARR!!! ["The World is not Enough" by Garbage slowly builds as the lights dim to near dark. As the music continues towards the chorus, you see Michael finally enter the arena from backstage. Silver laser lights race around the entrance area and finally center on Trey, who is very solemn and waits with his head down. The chorus begins while you hear explosions and see the laser lights begin to flicker and fly around all over. Michael raises his head and raises his arms to the crowd as he finally approaches and enters the ring.] Announcer: ...one of his opponents, the first and only HWF Triple Crown winner, weighing in at 222 pounds... MICHAEL TREY!!! [The arena's lights begin to flash different colors as the guitar of "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by The Scorpions comes over the PA system. The crowd erupts into cheers as Lance Sterling walks out from the curtains, striking a pose as a small shower of fireworks explode. Sterling starts to walk down towards and then around the ring, slapping fans hands and generally showboating the crowd. He enters the ring, jumping over the rope. Lance flexes as another shower of pyro explodes around him as the music dies down.] Announcer: ...and finally, the reigning HWF World Champion, weighing in at 270 pounds... LANCE STERLING!!! Tim: This is going to be good! [The three are on the defensive as the bell sounds. Jayson Starr then nails Lance Sterling with a right hand as the match begins. Michael Trey works along with Starr as they back Sterling into the ropes. Trey and Starr whip Sterling across the ring and go for a double clothesline. Lance ducks and stops, turning around. Trey and Starr turn around and Sterling applies a double front face lock and hits a double DDT!] Jeff: Too many damn "double" moves... Tim: Sterling is on a roll. [Sterling goes after Jayson Starr and backs him into the corner with a fury of punches. Michael Trey comes to the corner and spins Sterling around, with a kick to the gut, he then hooks his arms and drops down with the double arm DDT "Flash of Pain"!!!] Jeff: Flash of Pain! Flash of Pain! Ref: One! Two! [Jayson Starr pulls Michael Trey off of Sterling.] Tim: What is doing? This is elimination! [The camera audio picks up the in-ring dialog.] Michael Trey: What the hell are you doing? Jayson Starr: I am the one who's going to pin the World champion! [With that, Starr dives on top of Sterling.] Ref: One! Two! [Michael Trey pulls Jayson Starr off of Sterling.] Jeff: This is nuts! [Jayson Starr gets up, and shoves Michael Trey. Trey smirks as he returns the favor. Starr then lunges forward and tackles Michael Trey. The two trade punches, rolling over and over, each person getting in adequate blows.] Tim: We knew their common respect couldn't last long! [Starr and Trey continue to brawl on the mat as Lance Sterling gets to his feet with the help of the ropes. He looks to his brawling opponents and laughs. He leans in the corner, taking in the action.] Tim: Trey and Starr don't realize they're giving him the advantage! [Sterling finally goes over to the two, and pulls Jayson Starr to his feet. He shoves Starr into a standing head scissors, then lifts Starr up and powerbombs him square on the mat!] Jeff: What a powerbomb! [As Sterling stands over Starr, and oncoming Michael Trey nails him with a forearm to the back of the head.] Tim: Michael Trey is up! [Trey nails a few right hands to the face of Sterling. Sterling blocks the last and hits a kick to Trey's stomach. Sterling applies a front face lock, then lifts Trey into the air. He drops him to the mat with a falcon arrow.] Jeff: Director's Cut!! [Sterling holds the move for the cover.] Ref: One! Two! Three! Tim: Trey is eliminated!! [Lance Sterling gets to his feet, celebrating. He looks out into the crowd, flexing for them.] Jeff: Does Sterling know it's an elimination match?! Tim: I don't think he does! [True to word, Sterling is completely oblivious to the elimination rule. As goes to leave the ring, Jayson Starr grabs him from behind and rolls him up with a schoolboy.] Ref: One! Two! Three! [The fans erupt as Jayson Starr gets to his feet and the bell sounds. Sterling is up and is furious!] Tim: Jayson Starr has won a quick match! Jeff: This is unfair! Sterling didn't know the rules! [Instead of Starr's music, "Big Pimpin`" by Jay-Z hits the PA. Jayson Starr looks to the entranceway, visibly angered. Michael Trey gets to his feet as all three men await Chris Goings.] Tim: Goings is here! Jeff: Yippee! [Chris Goings emerges from the back, with a new pair of crutches. He has a smirk on his face, as he navigates his way down the aisle. He slowly enters the ring, as Jayson Starr rushes him. Goings swings one crutch, smashing it over the head of Starr! Starr hits the mat as Michael Trey comes at Goings. Goings uses the remaining crutch, driving it into his stomach. Goings then smashes it over Trey's back. Goings has the remnants of a crutch and points it to Sterling, then exits the ring. Goings slowly backs up the aisle, staring into the eyes of Sterling. The credits roll as the show ends.] [The screen fades out to the amazing vocals of Kittie.] [Hardcore Productions ©2000] [As the screen remains black for a few seconds, silence overcomes the airwaves. In true HWF fashion, the silence is shattered, replaced with the sounds of Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" over the PA of the Odeum. As the camera pans across of the Windy City's sold out Odeum, basking in the glory of a sold out crowd and a sea of signs.] [No censored signs, no arrested fans, no flashers censored... THIS IS THE HWF!!!] [With that text etched into the HWF-Tron, the Hardcore Highlight Reel begins.] [The Shattered Dreams Match is shown, with Nick Diamante being back body dropped through the top of a Hell in a Cell, through three tables littered in thumbtacks, and THROUGH a two and half foot pane of glass replacing the ring canvas!] [May Mayhem's Bull Rope Match between Rykopathe and Diamante is shown, with the powerbomb from the balcony, dragging both men off and through a plethora of wooden tables.] [Another Mayhem moment, this time in the World Championship match. The end of the match, where J. Simon Rykopathe--not even part of the match--was hurled off the of the three stacked cells, through the Spanish announce table.] [Chris Goings walk down to the ring, two weeks ago, via crutches. After breaking a few crutches on Jayson Starr and Michael Trey, the eerie stare down between himself and Lance Sterling.] [From last week's Saturday Suicide, the on-the-spot match of Sterling versus Goings is shown. Sterling hits the Director's Cut, but goes to the top rope. Connecting with Goings' very own finishing maneuver, the diving head butt, Lance picks up the victory.] [The Highlight Reel ends, coming back inside the arena. A boisterous chant of "HWF! HWF!" shakes the camera, as well as the very foundation of the arena.] [We fade into the announce booth, located in the very back of the arena, to the right of the HWF-Tron if you were standing in the ring. Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson sit at the table, which Tony Bradshaw had just left.] Tim: Ladies and gentlemen... WELCOME TO SATURDAY SUICIDE!!! Jeff: We're live from the Odeum in Chicago, Illinois! [Apparently, their microphones are on over the PA, as the crowd pops for the mention of their hometown.] Tim: I'm Tim Miller and... Jeff: ...and I... don't have a line. Tim: Jeff... ECW JUST did this LAST NIGHT! Jeff: No, really... I don't have a line for tonight. Tim: Really? Jeff: I couldn't think of a line on my five-hour flight. Tim: Good, God... Jeff: No, I'm not going to rip off Gertner. I'm Jeff Robinson, we're live from the Windy City. You know what rhymes with City? Tim: Don't say it... Jeff: TITTY rhymes with city, but that's not the line. From the Windy City, I couldn't find an ounce of pity... All in all, this joke is pretty SHITTY... Damn, I did it! Tim: You are helpless... Jeff: So? I got to say 'titty' and 'shitty' in one line! Tim: You've got a point there... Jeff: I know I do! Tim: Anyway, whether Jeff can rhyme or not, we've got a fantastic show planned for tonight! Jeff: In the first match this evening, we'll have a six-man elimination match. In one corner are the X-Tremists, John Justice, Mike Javelin, and Vinny Vile. They will face the Forgotten Souls, represented by Michael Trey, Shrapnel, and Howitzer. Now, Tim... I'm no rocket scientist... Tim: Damn right, you're not! Jeff: Ahem... As I was saying, I'm no rocket scientist, but ANYONE can see this won't be a spectacle of technical wrestling. Hell, I'd be surprised to see this actually turn out to be a wrestling match. Tim: You're definitely right, in that area. These six guys have no problem sharing their hatred for the other side, so expect to see six guys kicking the hell out of each other! Jeff: Whoo hoo! Tim: Speaking of that match, we'll be right back to start the evening off, but of course our champion has to do his little spiel. UP NEXT! [Commercials] [The Odeum's lights fade to black and multi-colored strobe lights begin to pulsate as "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blares through the PA system, heralding the arrival of the HWF champion, Lance Sterling. Sure enough, Sterling walks out onto the aisle and pauses, looking around at the screaming crowd. His is dressed in his usual ring attire and proudly wears the HWF title belted around his waist. He walks towards the ring, an ever-present look of arrogance upon his face, and climbs to the top rope, where he holds the HWF world title aloft. Sterling gets into the ring and, as the music fades, grabs a microphone] LANCE STERLING: You know, I'm going to get right to the point here. Jayson Starr, tonight you finally get your world title shot against me. Ever since you managed to get that insignificant win over me two weeks ago, all I've heard coming from your mouth is how you're better than I am, and how you should be the HWF champion. Well I have news for you, boy, you NEVER will be better than I am. So what if you caught me off guard? I was unaware that the three-way match was signed as an ELIMINATION match. When I pinned Michael Trey, I should have won the contest. Believe me, Jayson, if I had the power to do so I would have that match stricken from the records entirely. But I can't do that...instead, here tonight I'm going to show the world that your past win over me was a fluke... because here tonight I'm going to kick your ass all over The Odeum! [The crowd cheers wildly now, eager to see Sterling vs. Starr later on in the evening] LANCE STERLING [addressing the crowd]: I'm not finished yet, so shut up! [Boos] LANCE STERLING: Yeah...whatever. Starr, you think you're better than I am. Hell, you feel I'm unworthy as the HWF champion. Well I'm going to show you who's unworthy...see one thing you never, and I mean NEVER, want to do is piss Lance Sterling off. When I'm angry, people end up paying the price. And you, Starr, went and got me angry. So tonight, don't expect any second thoughts. I'm not here to just get a win over you; I'm here to beat the living shit out of you! Jayson, tonight you'll find out just why I am the Hardcore Wrestling Federation champion. You'll find out why I am the best in the business...it's not only because I'm that good, but because I am the HWF'S FINEST! And tonight Starr, you WILL be on the receiving end of a director's cut! [Sterling raises the HWF title in the air as his music comes on through the PA system again. This time he gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, although the majority are hurling boos and chants of "Sterling Sucks" his way. Sterling drops the mic and slowly walks back to the locker room, flaunting his belt] Jeff: Clear and simple from the champ! Tim: Lance Sterling is so arrogant, it's not even funny. Jeff: Arrogance has nothing to do with it. Lance is going to kick Starr's ASS tonight! Tim: Yeah, we'll just see in about 90 minutes! Jeff: I bet Jayson Starr is writing his will as we speak! Tim: I have word that we have a few days worth of vignettes from none other than Justin "Michael Tray" Storm. Jeff: Tim, I have been very calm about this before, but if you call him Justin Storm one more time, it's going to be a one man commentary cause I'm gonna tear your ass up!!! [The screen plays the first vignette of Michael Tray. In the bottom left-hand corner it says "Tuesday, May 30". Justin "Michael Tray" Storm is walking in the kitchen wearing the same silver and black cloak as he has before in the earlier weeks. He has his World Title on his shoulder as he walks up to different people in the kitchen and asks them questions.] TRAY: Would you like to fight me for my World Title? SOUP PREPARER: No sir, I'm on duty now. TRAY: Pansy. [Tray walks over to one of the people who serve the food to the patients.] TRAY: How about a match? I'll put my World Title on the line. SERVER: Nope. Not interested. Wrestling sucks anyways. [Tray's eyes fill up with anger as he walks away. He slowly walks up to the chef, who has long black hair. His hair is sticking out from under the chef's hat. Tray speaks to him.] TRAY: Me and you, hardcore match for MY World Title. How about it, Mr. Chef? CHEF: Alright, I'll take you up on that offer. [Tray jumps back in surprise, as the chef has taken his offer. The chef grabs the pan of boiling off of the stove and throws it at Tray. Tray ducks as the cameras zoom in on the chef's face. The chef throws off his hat. He is none other than the unforgotten soul himself, Michael Trey. Trey grabs Tray by the head and tosses him into a pile of pans in the corner. Trey walks over to a table and grabs a wooden chair and picks it up. Tray begins to stand as Trey holds up the chair to smash over his head. Tray nails a quick kick to the stomach as Trey drops the chair, onto the stove, where the burner is on. Trey staggers back and runs at Tray. Tray grabs onto Trey's running body and lifts him up for a powerbomb. Trey then reverses it into a hurricanrana of his own. Tray is breathing hard on the concrete as the wooden chair is now on fire. Michael Trey picks up the chair as Tray staggers to his feet. Trey swings the chair and nails a homerun shot right onto Tray's head. Tray falls down and collapses at Trey's feet. Michael Trey laughs as he takes Tray's World Title from the ground and raises it in the air. The cameras then fade back to the arena.] Tim: So is Michael Trey the new "World Champion"? Jeff: I guess so. But Trey cheated. He used a chair, and on top of that, it was on fire! Tim: Big deal, the fact of the matter is, Justin Storm got what was coming to him. Jeff: IT'S NOT JUSTIN STORM! IT'S MICHAEL F'N TRAY!!!!!!! Tim: Jeff, you really need to lay off of the cough syrup, I'm worried about you man. Jeff: Son of a bitch. Tim: Before we get to our first match, I believe we're scheduled to get a word from... [Devil's Dance by Metallica rips throughout the arena as the windy city rises to it's feet, as the fans in attendance boo "The Showcase" Brian Jones and Sassy Perkins loudly as they make their way to ringside.] [Jones walks out of the apron and down the aisle, in such a cocky manner, that it appears unreal. He has a stigma surrounding him that just can't be dropped, and that is that he truly he is better then everyone. Jones makes his way down the aisle, drops to a knee and strikes a pose right at the ring entrance, gets up and slides into the ring.] [A chant of "Showcase Sucks" breaks out as Sassy Perkins hands Brian the mic.] JONES: Well, well, well The Showcase is finally back in the Windy City. [Cheers] JONES: And what a hellhole it is. [Cheers suddenly turn to boos] JONES: That's right don't deny it, your city is the filthiest, dirtiest, mentally and physically challenged city in the United States. I mean what do you have to offer to the rest of the world? Your basketball team is horrible, baseball doesn't get much better, and can anybody tell me the last time the Bears had a winning season? I don't think so. [A nearby fan can be heard hollering "You suck Jones!"] JONES: And those heifers, you call women here, don't get me started on them! [The camera zooms across the crowd scanning through all the overweight lovers in the crowd] JONES: But calm down Chicago, I didn't come here for the city. I came here because tonight I want to lay down and open challenge right here for next week on Suicide too Phah Q. Dickshine. This guy, doesn't know me, obviously, but he is a major thorn in my side already. Anyone who attempts to call themselves this, is a disgrace to wrestling. You think you're entertaining us with a name like that? You probably have the IQ of a centipede pal. You don't entertain me, you sicken me. And that is why that next week here on suicide I hope you will except my challenge and meet me here in the ring one on one, mono y mono, and go toe to toe with The Showcase! I await your response. [Jones drops the mic and heads to the ropes where he and Sassy strike a few poses before leaving the ring and heading back to the locker room.] Tim: There you have, "The Showcase" Brian Jones has called out the VERY controversial newcomer, Phah Q. Dickshine! Jeff: Why don't you shut the hell up and quit calling me names! Tim: It's his name! Jeff: Really? Tim: Yeah, it's really Phah Q. Dickshine! Jeff: I told, SHUT UP! Tim: Good, God... ['Hot Boyz, Hot Girlz' hits the speakers and the crowd stands to their feet. Blue lights flash around the crowd as John Justice and Tasha come walking out from the back. Justice has a water bottle and pours some on his head and some in his mouth. He spits the water out making a small amount of mist as Tasha stands back so she doesn't get wet. Justice walks down the isle and on to the mat where Tasha walks up the steps and to where Justice is holding down the rope for her to go under and into the ring. They both get into the ring as Justice takes a drink of the water and goes to a turnbuckle and raises his arms as Tasha claps for Justice.] Tim: John Justice has been absent from the ring recently, but he's making his return tonight! Jeff: Tasha is HOT! [The crowd cheers as a gong is heard throughout the arena, which instantly goes into "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica. The crowd goes wild as red and blue laser lights shoot around the arena. When the song gets to the main part, an explosion is set off at the entranceway and the lights come back on. "Violent" Vinny Vile and Mike Javelin come from the entranceway. They start walking down to the ring, looking around at fans on the way and slapping hands.] Tim: Here's the Tag Team Champions, Magnum Force! Jeff: We'll be back, DON'T GO AWAY! [Commercials] [A helicopter's blades are heard and gets louder by the second before the sudden start of "Take My Scars" 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, waiting for the opponent.] Jeff: Only one man left... ["The World is not Enough" hits the PA as the lights begin to flicker in a strobe-like manner. The fans erupt as Michael Trey walks out of the entranceway. Trey raises his arms to the crowd, receiving an outpour of cheers. Michael Trey takes his time getting to the ring, as the other men await his arrival.] Tim: This match is going to explode when Trey hits the ring! [Sure enough, as Michael slides into the ring, all hell breaks loose. Mike Javelin and Shrapnel trade blows, while Vinny Vile and Howitzer spill to the outside, taking and giving punishment. John Justice and Michael Trey go at it, also brawling.] Jeff: The ref is going to have a tough time with this one! [The referee does his best finally getting everyone separated. Magnum Force goes to their corner, as does Espionage to their respective corner. Michael Trey and John Justice stay in, with Michael Trey having the advantage.] Tim: Finally, we have some organization to this match! [Ding, Ding, Ding] Jeff: The bell JUST rang?! Tim: These guys could careless! [Michael kicks John into a neutral corner, then unloads with a fury of punches to the mid-section of Justice. Michael Trey then scoops Justice up and hangs him upside down, in the tree of woe. The fans cheer as Trey steps back. Meanwhile, Vinny has gotten a steel chair from ringside. As Michael Trey runs towards the defenseless Justice, Vile chucks the steel chair right into his face! The crowd "oohs" as Trey's head snaps back and he falls to the mat.] Tim: Cheap shot! [Espionage is all but happy, as they try to enter the ring. The ref tries his damnedest to keep two, six foot plus, two hundred-some-pound, bad ass wrestlers from getting by him. Guess what? Didn't work. The referee is shoved to the mat, as Espionage charges the oncoming Magnum Force. John Justice is out of the tree of woe, now with the chair, and takes it to Michael Trey.] Jeff: All hell has broke loose! [From the back, Blake Frost charges down the aisle. He joins the melee, as the Forgotten Souls take control over the three X-Tremists. The crowd erupts as Jayson Starr and Nick Diamante run down the aisle. Diamante and Starr dive in the ring, helping their stablemates.] Tim: X-Tremists versus Forgotten Souls, right here! [Diamante and Frost are going at it, Magnum Force and Espionage, Jayson Starr and Michael Trey. John Justice is on the mat, in pain.] Jeff: I think during the melee, John Justice was injured by Espionage! [True to word, Justice is face down not moving.] Tim: He's hurt! We need some help out here! [Out from the back comes Chris Goings, oddly enough, wearing a "HWF's Finest" tee shirt.] Tim: What the hell is he doing here? [Goings gets into the ring, joining Michael Trey and Jayson Starr. The three all go at it as the crowd is going ballistic.] Jeff: The Chris is kicking ass! [From the back, The Warriors of the Rising Sun--Tatsumi Hashimoto and Jin Kobayashi--run down. Tatsumi is carrying a Sickle and Jin is armed with a kendo stick. Jin rains down violent kendo Stick shots onto the head and shoulders of Vinny Vile, dropping him to a knee. A few feet away Tatsumi has Mike Javelin laying face [Commercial] Tim: We're back fans... the ring has been cleared of all the superstars. We're not sure of John Justice's condition, but he was taken out of here in an ambulance. We do know that. Also, Magnum Force are receiving medical attention backstage. You know those wounds will require a lot of stitches. Jeff: I'm being told we'll keep you updated on the HWF's web site as soon as we get word of the extent of their injuries. Tim: Jeff... It's time. Jeff: Here it comes! [The commentators are referring to the Hell in a Cell that is making its descent from the rafters.] Tim: This is without a doubt one of the most grueling matches ever! Jeff: This match is going to steal the show. Tim: Definitely. [The camera shot switches to the parking lot, where the navy-blue S-10 of Phah Q. Dickshine rolls to a stop, while blaring the sounds of "Pollution" by Limp Bizkit. Phah Q. Dickshine opens the door of the truck, as the stereo shuts off. He walks into the Odeum, as darkness has all but arrived in the Windy City. As the camera stays with P.Q.D. walking through the arena, he fingers the camera. Not long after, he's blindsided by Brian Jones!] Jeff: "The Showcase" has just attacked Phah Q. Dickshine on his way into the arena! Tim: What a name... [Sassy Perkins, Jones' valet, stands in the background as Jones puts the boots to the downed P.Q.D. who's struggling to cover up.] Jeff: I guess Jones really wanted to get his attention! [As Jones finishes his attack on P.Q.D. he turns to Sassy.] Jones: Let's get outta here! [Jones and Sassy exit the arena, at a steady pace, into the parking lot. As they exit, they're overcome by rushing wind. The chopping of helicopter blades through the air is almost deafening. Brian and Sassy rush to the chopper, ducking the wind. They enter the chopper and shut the door. The helicopter begins to lift off the ground, as Phah Q. Dickshine reemerges from the arena. Realizing it's too late, as the helicopter is off the ground and turning to leave, Dickshine yells out.] Phah Q. Dickshine: FUCK YOU, DICKSHINE! [Commercials] [We come back from commercial to see the ring has the cell secured around it.] [The lights go out.] Jeff: Huh? ["Them Bones" by Alice in Chains hit the PA, and the crowd erupts.] Tim: Hey, that's Jayson Starr's music! [The crowd cheers as Jayson Starr comes walking down to the ring very nonchalantly, and is carrying a soda and a bucket of popcorn. He's looking around at the screaming fans on the way down and is smiling at them. Jayson makes his way over to the announcement table, puts his stuff down, takes a seat and puts on a headset.] Jayson: What's up people! Tim: Jayson, what a nice surprise. What brought you down here? Jayson: Oh, I just wanted to survey good ol' Nick whippin' ass on Frost personally. Jeff: How're you so sure that Nick'll win? Jayson: You questionin' me, Jeffy-boy? Jeff: Um.... nevermind. Jayson: Heh. ["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. Diamante then enters the opened cell door and rolls into the ring.] Jeff: Nick Diamante is the true American Bad Ass! Jayson: There's no doubt there. Tim: He very well could be, but I feel he's mentally outmatched by Blake Frost. That's not saying he's not intelligent, but Blake Frost plays mind games better than just about anybody in this organization. Jayson: Yeah, that's true. Frost is one eerie sumbitch, talking about seven bells and shit.. that man is really fucked up in the head. [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 arena 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.] Jeff: There's that rose again. Tim: I told you, Frost has already won the mental part of the match. Jeff: Unfortunately, Tim, the HWF doesn't base winning a match on being mentally superior. It's based on getting the one, two, three, or in this case, the most submissions in an hour of time. Tim: You're right there... Hey, that's twice tonight! Jeff: Shut up. Jayson: Hahahaha... [Frost sets the rose on the mat, as he and Diamante stare at each other from opposite corners. As they do so, the referee locks the door shut, using a large chain and master lock to keep it untouchable. He finishes and signals for the bell to sound. On the bottom of the screen, it shows the clock start at '60:00' and begin it's descent.] Tim: This match has begun! [Diamante and Frost come from their corners in a serious stare down. Diamante connects with a right hand that rocks Frost backwards. Frost comes right back with a right hand of his own, snapping the head of Nick Diamante back. Diamante walks back to Frost, with a strong shove. Frost stumbles backwards, then walks towards Diamante.] Jeff: The tension here is unreal! [Frost looks to shove back, but instead strikes Diamante in the stomach with a stiff kick. Diamante keels over as Frost locks on a side headlock. Diamante walks back into the ropes and shoves Frost off, sending him off the headlock and into the ropes. As Frost comes back towards Diamante, Diamante acts if he's dazed. At the last second, he shows his bluff by bending over and back body dropping Frost over the top rope! Frost's body makes a loud THUD when it meets the unpadded cement floor of the Odeum.] Tim: Oh! Jayson: What a bluff! Alright Nick! Jeff: That's very move that killed Greg Hensin a few months ago. Tim: Let's not bring up that. Blake Frost better be thankful he's not too badly hurt. [Nick Diamante goes to the outside, as Blake Frost is struggling to get to his feet. Diamante kicks the backside of Frost's knee, causing him to go to one knee. Diamante continues to kick the knee area of Blake's left knee, until Frost covers it up.] Jeff: The clock is at 58:30 and Diamante is working over the leg and knee of Frost. Tim: That's a very good strategy. Diamante realizes he cannot become the Hardcore champion with a Diamond Driver or a spear through a table. [Nick grabs the hair and shirt of Frost, rolling him into the ring.] Jeff: The Diamond Stud is staying on Blake Frost. Jayson: Popcorn? Tim: Uh...no, thanks. Jeff: Sure, I'll take some popcorn! Tim: [sighs] [Diamante rolls in as Frost tries to hobble to his feet. As soon as he makes it to his feet, Nick Diamante rushes in and chop blocks him from behind. Blake immediately buckles and falls backwards to the mat.] Tim: Chop block! [Diamante quickly pulls Frost back to his feet and attempts a whip. Frost's knee gives out and he falls to one knee.] Jeff: Frost is really in trouble with that knee, and we're only at the 57 and a half-minute mark. [Nick Diamante sees his opportunity and moves towards Frost. After another stiff kick to the inside of Blake's knee, Diamante kneels down and grabs the legs of Frost, twisting them around and sits back in a sharpshooter!] Tim: Sharpshooter! This could very well be Diamante's best opportunity! [Diamante clinches back on the hold, with the normally calm Frost grimacing in pain. Frost fights and fights as the ref is right there to see if Frost will give.] Jeff: What, we don't have a microphone to shove in his face? Tim: I think the ref just doesn't want to hold the thing for an hour... Jeff: So now, we've got lazy referees? Tim: I guess so. [Diamante sits back further and raises the hold, almost like a lion tamer now. Frost lets out a scream before seemingly going limp.] Jeff: I think Frost has passed out! Tim: If he has, he's going to have a hard time winning this match! [The ref raises the arm of Frost, let's go, and it drops to the mat.] [1...] Jeff: There's one! [The ref raises his arm again, let's go and it drops once again.] [2...] Tim: Frost is out of it! Jayson: Keep it locked Nick! [The ref raises his arm a final time, let's go and it drops once again.] [3!!!] Jayson: Yeah!! Jeff: Diamante has a submission! [The referee points to the timekeeper, as the HWF-Tron shows the new score: "Nick Diamante: 1 / Blake Frost: 0." The Tron also shows the clock, just rolling past 56:00.] Jeff: Can Diamante just hold onto the sharpshooter and keep winning over and over, or what? Tim: No, the rules are that once a submission occurs, the wrestlers must be separated and start once again. [The ref informs Diamante of this-such rule, and after a bit of deliberation, Nick drops the legs of Blake Frost and walks to his corner, raising his arms to a cheering crowd. The referee attempts to reawaken Blake, but Diamante comes back and places a strong kick into the small of the back.] Tim: Diamante won't allow Frost to recuperate! Jeff: Wouldn't that be the smart thing to do? Tim: Yes, it would. Jeff: Then, shut up. Jayson: You two are stupid.. [Diamante pulls Frost to his feet. Frost looks to be coming back to his senses. Diamante backs Frost into the corner, then connects with a series of three shoulder blocks into the mid-section of Frost. Diamante applies a front face lock and lifts him up, setting him on the top turnbuckle. Diamante climbs to the second rope.] Jeff: Could it be the Diamond Driver?! [As Diamante sets up for the top rope piledriver, trying to lift Frost. Frost locks his legs around the turnbuckle and won't budge. In an awkward, quick motion, Frost shoves off the turnbuckle and hits a top rope spinebuster!!! The fans go nuts for the move, leaving both men on the mat in a heap.] Jayson: Well THAT was unexpected. Tim: Frost looks tired, as does Diamante. Jeff: You can never "Exhaust the Frost!" Tim: You're just a nice little mark tonight, aren't you? Jeff: I do what I can... [As the fans cheer, Blake Frost slowly makes it to his feet using the ropes as his aid. Blake goes to Diamante, rolling him over onto his stomach. Blake sits on the back of Diamante and pulls his head back, in a camel clutch. The clutch doesn't last long, as instead of using the camel clutch, Blake pulls him back even further and locks on an incredible dragon sleeper!!! Diamante's body is stretched to its extent as the fans "ooh".] Tim: Good, God, Almighty! Diamante can't take that for very long! He'll break his neck! Jayson: Come on Nick, hang in there! [Without much hesitation, Diamante taps out. The fans like what they see and cheer as the ref points to the timekeeper once again.] [Nick Diamante: 1 / Blake Frost: 1] Jeff: Smart move by Diamante! Tim: How do you figure that? Jeff: By getting out of the hold, he only evens the score up again and doesn't make his body take much punishment. If he'd fought that, he'd be wore out and still submit. Tim: I see your point. Jeff: About damn time. [The ref makes Frost break the hold.] Tim: We're at the 49-minute mark. [As Blake goes across the ring, Nick Diamante slowly makes it to his feet. Blake Frost charges at Diamante in the corner. Diamante comes out and catches Frost with a drop toe hold, driving Frost face first into the bottom turnbuckle.] Tim & Jayson: Ouch! Jeff: What a move. Time: Fans, I'm being told we've got to go to commercial break, but we'll be back in a few! [Commercials] [Time: 44:38] Tim: We're back, fans. Through the break, Nick Diamante has kept control of the match, continuing his assault on the legs of Blake Frost. [Diamante and Frost are now on the opposite side of the ring as they were before the commercial break. Frost is seated in the corner as Diamante pounds away with punches to the head of Frost. Diamante then pulls Frost up and whips him across to the opposite corner. Frost limps but manages to land in the corner. Diamante comes rushing towards him, but Frost moves out of the way of an oncoming Diamante clothesline.] Jeff: Diamante ran right into the turnbuckle! [Frost connects with an incredibly stiff kick to the kidneys that makes Diamante cringe in pain.] Tim: Oww... [Frost grabs the head of Diamante and drops to the mat with a devastating neckbreaker! Diamante's head is snapped back violently upon impact. Frost then goes to Diamante's legs and turns, applying a figure four leg lock.] Jeff: Figure Four! Tim: Blake Frost may get the lead with this move! Jayson: Uh oh... [Diamante squirms on the mat, attempting to roll the lock over and, in theory, reverse it's effects. Frost holds his ground, balancing his weight on the opposite side of which Diamante is trying to go.] Jeff: Blake Frost is a great all around wrestler, period. Jayson: Oh shut the hell up. Jeff: Right. [Blake Frost pulls back on the foot of Nick Diamante, adding the pressure on his legs. Diamante makes a quick effort and nearly turns the move over. Frost stops him at the last second, as the men are on their sides, both battling for control of the move.] Tim: A lot of strength is being used up right now. [Finally, Nick Diamante rolls the move over. The crowd pops a little as Diamante puts the pressure on Frost. Frost almost immediately lets go of the hold, as the two crawl away to get back some composure.] Jeff: Diamante was lucky to get out of that move without being down by one submission. Tim: The clock is at just over 40 minutes, fans. Jeff: These guys are really going to have to pace themselves, if they want to be able to compete at the end of this match. [Nick Diamante slowly gets to his feet, just as Blake Frost does also. The two turn to face each and run to meet in a fury of punches. After a twenty second free for all of punches and kicks, Nick Diamante ducks a wild right hand from Blake Frost. Blake turns, unsuspectingly, and walks right into a clothesline that nearly knocks him inside out!] Tim: What a clothesline! Jayson: That's the way to handle 'em Nick! [Nick looks around at the crowd as they cheer. Diamante then steps through the ropes and drops to the outside. With a toss of the ring curtain, the fans erupt with a chant of "TA-BLE! TA-BLE!" Diamante doesn't disappoint, pulling a table from under the ring. He has trouble turning it around, due to the fact the Hell in a Cell is in the way. Eventually, Nick slides the table into the ring. Diamante then slides in himself, but is on the bad end of a running dropkick into his face!] Jayson: OH!!! Jeff: The sound of Blake Frost's boots against the face of Nick Diamante just echoed through this arena! [The fans are in disbelief as Diamante's head snaps back in a violent manner. Blake Frost takes no time in getting back to his feet. Looking at the table, it looks as though a wicked idea overcomes him. Blake picks the table and sets it onto its side, opening the legs of the table. He picks the table up and sets it onto its legs, making sure it's steady.] Tim: This can't be good for Nick Diamante... Jeff: We're at the 37 minute mark, folks. [Blake turns and pulls Diamante up to his feet. Diamante is rolled on top of the table as Blake Frost points to the corner. The crowd cheers, whether they like him or not. Blake climbs from the inside, his back facing Diamante. Frost reaches the top, holding onto the turnbuckle. In a flash, Blake flips off the table and smashes onto Diamante, crashing through the table!!] Jayson: Oh damn! Tim: Moonsault! Jeff: This match is AWESOME! Tim: *speaking into his headset* What? What do you mean?! *back to audience* Fans, I've just been told that for some reason, we have to cut out of this match to view more footage of "Michael Tray!!!" This is unbelievable. Jeff: You finally got his name right! [The cameras open, as text that says "Friday, June 2" in the bottom left-hand corner. A doctor is standing at Justin's bed and is talking to him.] DOCTOR: So Mr. Storm, it seems that when Mr. Michael Trey hit you over the head with that fire lit chair, it seemed to bring your memory back. I would let you go, but the HWF has recommended me to keep you here for at least another week. You still have to have your neck examined after that botched piledriver that Jayson Starr gave you three weeks ago. STORM: I understand completely doc. Now tell me again what happened when I had amnesia... [The cameras fade back to the ring as the doctor begins to tell Justin what had happened.] Tim: Finally, Justin is back to normal. Jayson: 'Bout damn time. Jeff: [sighs] Tim: What's wrong Jeff? Jeff: Well, Michael Tray was my idol, my hero. And now he's gone and it just makes me sad. Tim: Oh, shut up... Back to the match. We're at 33 minutes. [The cameras focus on the action in the ring, showing Blake Frost still with the upper hand. Blake currently has Nick in a wakigatame arm bar, causing Diamante great distress.] Tim: I apologize for that brief cut out, but evidently it's important enough to interrupt possibly one of the best matches we've seen in a long while... Jeff: Evidently... Tim: Ugh. [Nick Diamante is in excruciating pain and finally taps!] Jeff: He tapped! He tapped! Tim: Blake Frost is on a roll! [Nick Diamante: 1 / Blake Frost: 2] [The referee makes Frost release the hold and the men separate. Diamante tries to shake his arm to get some feeling back in it, but is caught off guard by an oncoming clothesline! The force is so great, Diamante is knocked right through the ropes and to the outside!] Tim: What an impact! Jeff: Frost is beating Diamante in every aspect of the game! Jayson: Come on, get up Nick! Jeff: Maybe you should get in there and help him Jayson. Jayson: Nah, this is Nick's fight. He earned this title shot, so he's gonna do this himself. [As Diamante rolls around on the outside, Blake Frost jumps to the floor. A few stomps to the back of Diamante slows him down, while Blake tosses the ring curtain up. The roar of the fans is simply amazing, that a thousand plus people would put a wooden piece of furniture over more than the wrestler. Anyway, Blake slides the table into the ring. He then kneels down and grabs a handful of Diamante's hair, picks him up onto his feet, and rolls him into the ring.] Tim: This crowd is cheering more for tables tonight, than the workers! Jeff: Great, isn't it?! Tim: You're nuts... Fans, we've just broken the thirty-minute mark! Jeff: Whoo, hoo! [Blake pulls himself up onto the apron using the ropes, as Diamante is parallel to them. Blake using the ropes as a catapult, slinging himself over. He goes for slingshot somersault senton but Nick rolls under the ropes and onto the apron, missing the flying Frost. Frost lands back first onto the flat table, with the bottom up, so he hits the closed (flat) legs. He arches his back in pain, while also grimacing. Nick Diamante sees his opportunity and quickly makes it to his feet. While Frost rolls around on the mat, Diamante begins to set up the table in the close corner, diagonally, to the delight of the public in attendance.] Jayson: Hey, what's up? Tim: This could be big! Jeff: Could be? The table is the fan favorite! [Diamante picks up Frost and pulls him over into the opposite corner of the table. Diamante nonchalantly thrusts Frost's head between his legs in a standing head scissors. Diamante points with both hands at the table to the roar of the crowd. Diamante locks his hands around Blake's waist and hoists him up onto his shoulder. In a flash, Frost slides off and grabs the head of Diamante to reverse it into a DDT. In an awkward combination of movements, Diamante stops the ongoing DDT in mid-air. Diamante then charges at the table, hitting his noted spear-like tackle right through the table!!! The table breaks into pieces and Frost's head bangs on the middle turnbuckle, as the two sit in the rubble that once was a table.] Jeff: OH MY GOD!!! Jayson: ALRIGHT NICK!! [HWF! HWF! HWF!] Tim: Nick Diamante has life again in this match!! [Diamante gets out of the rubble and pulls Frost's limp body away from the ropes. Nick then turns him over onto his stomach and then applies a camel clutch!] Tim: This could even the score! Jayson: Finish 'em off man! [The referee looks on as Frost is out cold. He looks a bit confused on the situation as what to do, but eventually kneels down to Frost and lifts his hand into the air and drops it. Frost's hand hits the mat.] [1...] [The ref lifts his hand again and it drops to the mat.] [2...] Jeff: Could it be? [For a third time, the referee lifts his hand into the air and drops it. Frost's hand hits the mat!] [3!!!] Tim: It's all back to a level playing field! Jeff: I hardly think this is right... Nick Diamante just knocks the guy out and puts a submission hold on him! So far, tonight, Frost has NOT said "I Quit", nor has he tapped out! Tim: You're preaching to the choir, my friend. Nonetheless, Nick Diamante and Blake Frost are tied once again. [Nick Diamante: 2 / Blake Frost: 2] [Time: 24:35] Jeff: We're just under twenty-five minutes left in this match! Jayson: This match is INTENSE! Tim: Well, the referee has separated these men once again. [Nick Diamante and Blake Frost are separated, as Frost begins to come to. Diamante walks over to Frost and picks him up to his feet. Nick whips Frost across the ring. Frost comes off the ropes and ducks a wild savate kick. Frost comes off the other side and catches Diamante from behind with a face plant bulldog! Frost waits a moment as Nick stumbles to his feet. Blake then runs to the ropes, jumps onto the second rope, springboards back in a moonsault like motion, but catches Diamante in a front face lock, hitting a DDT!!! The fans go crazy as Diamante bounces off the mat.] Tim: A Springboard moonsault into a DDT!!! Jeff: Unbelievable... Tim: You're damn right. Jayson: That was beautiful! Jeff: Umm... aren't you rooting for the wrong guy? Jayson: Hey... I've gotta give credit where credit's due. [Blake gets to his feet, a bit groggy from his last move. He shakes it off, apparently, and pulls Diamante up to his feet. Blake goes behind Diamante and pulls his head down, locking on a dragon sleeper!] Jeff: Dragon sleeper! Blake Frost may get another submission! Tim: Damnit, we've got to go to commercial. Fans, DON'T GO ANYWHERE! [Commercials] Tim: All right, we're back! The clock is now at 16 minutes left in this amazing match! Jeff: Through the break, Blake Frost has kept that dragon sleeper hooked on Nick Diamante. Nick is fading fairly quickly, as I see it, it's only a matter of time before he submits. [Nick Diamante begins to turn red, as Blake Frost cranks on the pressure. Diamante shows a second wind as he starts to bridge upwards and get out of the move. Blake doesn't seem very impressed as he cranks harder and stops all of Diamante's effort.] Tim: Diamante is struggling here. [Diamante begins his bridge once again, this time looking to get the upper hand of Frost. Diamante then takes off towards the near ropes, walking up them. He reaches the top and springs off, flipping the move over. He lands flat with a falling reverse DDT!!! The fans erupt for the unbelievable reversal as both men lie on the mat, exhausted.] Jayson: Ha! Jeff: What a counter by Diamante! Tim: He has shown some great athleticism tonight! Jayson: Ya damn right he has, he's an X-Tremist! [Time: 13:22] [Nick Diamante uses the ropes to get to his feet, while Blake Frost looks to be trying to get his bearings back on the mat. Diamante pulls Frost to his feet, but immediately takes him back down with a mean kick to the back of his knee.] Jeff: Diamante is going back to work on that knee. Tim: A great strategy, especially in a submission match. [Diamante takes the injured leg of Frost and turns him over in a single leg Boston crab.] Jeff: Boston crab on Blake Frost! Jayson: Nick knows how to wear people down. That's a great aspect in a guy if you wanna win this kinda match. Tim: Very true. I'm very impressed by Nick Diamante tonight. [Diamante sits back on the knee with Frost in complete agony. Frost frantically holds onto the ropes, but the ref just looks at him and shrugs.] Jeff: This is the HWF, Blake! No rope breaks here. [Time: 10:11] Tim: We're just over the ten-minute mark and the score is tied at 2 submissions each. Jeff: Why, thank you, Bob Costas. Tim: You're welcome... HEY! I resent that. Jeff: You're such a dumbass. Tim: Shut up! Jeff: You shut up! Tim: No, you shut up! Jeff: You're so immature. Tim: Ugh. Jayson: Oh brother. [Diamante continues to put all of his weight into the half crab, with Frost looking to be in trouble.] Tim: Blake Frost is almost out of it! [True to word, Blake looks to be loosing the battle. But, in a sudden surge of power, Diamante is shoved off and into the corner! Blake is relieved the move is off, but can barely walk as he stumbles once he gets to his feet. Nick Diamante comes charging at the limping Hardcore champion, but is caught completely off guard with a superkick!] Jayson: Ouch! Jeff: Superkick! [Diamante falls to the mat as Blake hobbles over to him. Blake drops down and quickly applies a Crippler Crossface!] Tim: Crippler Crossface by Blake Frost! Jeff: He could take the lead here! [Blake adds to the pressure of the crossface, making Diamante yell in pain.] [Time: 6:57] [Blake Frost won't allow Diamante to even gain an inch on him as he holds the Crippler Crossface so hard, it makes it look as though HE is in pain!] Tim: Blake Frost is really working for this win. Jeff: You think? What kind of dumbass would NOT work for a win? Tim: I was just saying... Jeff: You "just say" a lot of dumb things. Tim: I don't know what kind of sponsorship we've got going here, but we've got to take ANOTHER damn commercial! STAY TUNED! Jayson: Fuckin' commercial!! [Commercial] [Time: 2:50] Jeff: We're back! The break has been dull as Blake Frost has kept the crossface on the entire period. BUT, Diamante's hand was JUST raised and dropped, so we're now on a count of two. [The referee picks up the hand of Diamante and it drops.] [2...] Tim: This could be it! We've only got two and half minutes here! [The ref picks up Nick's hand once again and drops it. For the first time tonight, the hand stops in mid-drop!!! The fans erupt as Nick's body begins to shake, not like the corny Hulk Hogan BS of the 80's, more like his nerves beginning to twitch like a dead snake... Yeah, that's a good one.] Jeff: No! Diamante isn't out of this thing yet!!! Tim: Unreal! [Nick begins to fight out of the hold as the clock goes past the two-minute mark. Nick uses his hands to unclamp the hold that Blake Frost has on his face/chin and finally break the hold! The exhausted Chicago crowd cheers as both men stand. The two come together and lock up. Diamante turns it into a side headlock. Frost quickly backs into the ropes and shoves Diamante off of him. Diamante comes off the other ropes and ducks a Frost clothesline. Diamante stops quickly and turns, grabbing Frost from behind in a half nelson choke hold (Tazmission)!!! The fans jump to their feet as Nick falls to his back and wraps his legs around Blake, as the effects are quick to set in.] Tim: Half Nelson Choke Hold!!! Blake Frost is fading fast! [As Blake tries to combat the hold, it only makes it effects more harmful. Oddly enough, the usually calm and collected Frost begins to tap out!!!] Jeff: He tapped out! Tim: Nick Diamante is now in the lead! Jeff: I see what he's doing... He's just getting out of this hold quickly so he can comeback quickly! Tim: Let's see if his plan works. [The hold is broken up.] [Nick Diamante: 3 / Blake Frost: 2] [Time: 00:58] Jeff: We're under a minute! Jayson: Hang in there! [Blake Frost eagerly jumps Diamante with a fury of punches. Frost quickly whips the surprised Nick Diamante across the ring, then catches him with a furious spine buster!] Jeff: Spinebuster! Tim: He damn near took him out of his boots! [Blake quickly tucks Diamante's legs and turns him over with a Texas Cloverleaf!!!] Jeff: Texas Cloverleaf! Jayson: Aw shit! [Time: 00:39] Tim: He doesn't have much time! [Blake Frost puts all of his weight and power into the Texas Cloverleaf making Nick Diamante scream in agony. The ref is right in his face, asking if he gives up, but Diamante won't.] Jeff: Diamante won't give up! [Time: 00:24] Tim: Blake is putting everything he has into this last ditch effort!!! [Frost is completely overloading with fury as he stretches the back of Nick Diamante. Diamante all of sudden goes limp.] Jeff: This is it!!! [Time: 00:15] [The ref picks up Diamante's hand and lets it go, as it drops to the mat.] [1...] [Time: 00:09] [Again, the ref picks Diamante's hand up and lets it drop.] [2...] Jayson: Come on... [Time: 00:04] [The ref picks Diamante's hand up as the crowd looks disappointed. The hand drops, but before it does...] [Ding, Ding, Ding] Jeff: What!? Tim: The match is over!!! Jeff: Who won?! Tim: The hell if I know... [The ref consults with the timekeeper through the mesh of the cell, as an announcement comes over the PA.] Timekeeper: I've just been informed by the referee, the winner of the match and... NEW HWF HARDCORE CHAMPION!!! [Complete Eruption of Cheers] Timekeeper: NICK DIAMANTE!!! Jayson: YOU GODDAMN RIGHT!! Tim: Diamante has won! Jayson: Oh, shut the fuck up! Tim: He was a tenth of a second away from retaining the gold, but Diamante is the NEW champion! MY GOD! [Jayson takes off the headset. He grabs the Hardcore title off the table and goes in the cell. He climbs in the ring, and starts shaking Nick. Nick comes to, and looks at Jayson. Jayson holds the belt up to him, and Nick smiles. Jayson helps him up, and Nick holds the belt up as he leans up against Jayson and the crowd cheers for him.] Jeff: Well we have some exclusive footage of what has been happening in the past few weeks to lead up to the PPV, King of Violence! [The footage rolls as they show clips of Michael Trey and Justin Storm embracing after back stabbing Lance Sterling. It shows Trey holding his Hardcore Title on his shoulder as Justin is holding his World Title on his shoulder. Footage then runs of J. Simon Rykopathe attacking Storm backstage and kicking him out of the Hardcore Revolution. The next clip is of Jayson Starr forming the X-Tremists. After that it shows Michael Trey introducing Blake Frost into the HWF and announcing that Frost is his brother. The next clip is of the HWF's Finest forming after powerbombing J. Simon Rykopathe off of the Extreme Hell in a Cell. The next clip is of Jayson Starr piledriving Justin Storm off of the apron onto a table on the floor. The final clip is of Justin Storm announcing that he is Michael Tray and is the HWF World Champion. The cameras fade back into the arena.] [Commercials] [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.] Tim: Jayson Starr is ready. ["Rock You Like A Hurricane" hits the PA as a plethora of gold and silver lights light up the Odeum. World Champion, Lance Sterling, steps out from the back. An onslaught of boos only add to his smile, as he struts to the ring. Sterling gives the belt to the timekeeper and gets into the ring as the bell sounds.] Jeff: And here we go... Tim: What in the? ["The World Is Not Enough" begins to play as Michael Trey and Blake frost step out onto the entrance ramp. They begin to walk down to the ring as a voice is heard over the arena.] VOICE: Forgotten Souls... the X-Tremists, prepare to feel the wrath of the man who has conquered all... [The voice fades out as a huge buzzing noise is heard. It stops as "The Real Slim Shady" by Eminem hits over the speakers. The words "Hardcore Icon" appear on the screen of the HWF-Tron as the lights cut back on. No one is seen coming out of the entrance. Michael Trey and Blake Frost stand in the middle of the ramp looking at the entrance.] Tim: What in the hell is happening? Jeff: Look! [A fan has jumped the guardrail. His long hair is in the way of his face, so you cannot tell just who it is. The man has a Singapore cane in hand. He walks over to where Frost and Trey are standing. He swings the cane and nails Frost straight over the head with it. Frost falls down to his knees as the man kicks Frost in his face. Frost goes down as Trey turns around. He looks at the man holding the Singapore cane. The man takes his hand and pushes his long hair back over his head.] Tim: IT'S JUSTIN STORM!!! IT'S JUSTIN STORM!!! [Storm smiles at Trey as he acts like he is going to swing the cane, baseball style. Trey ducks as Storm stops the swing. He raises the cane over his head and cracks it over the back of Trey. Trey screams out in agony as Storm just laughs at him.] Tim: I can't believe it. Justin Storm is back. Jeff: Look in the ring!!! [Lance Sterling is looking at the action outside of the ring as Jayson Starr slowly walks up behind Sterling and rolls him up for a schoolboy. Sterling smacks his head against the mat.] Tim: Wait! Who's that? [The referee is being distracted by a hot, young woman. She has brown hair and is distracting the referee as a man jumps the guard rail. As he is just watching the match, Jayson Starr throws Sterling off to the side as he gets into the ref's face and the woman's face. The man who jumped the guardrail slides into the ring as Starr is still arguing with the ref. The man taps his foot on the mat as Starr slowly turns around. The man takes a few steps and superkicks Starr. Starr falls like a bag of bricks as Lance Sterling crawls over to him and covers him. The woman jumps down from the apron as the man in the ring slides out by the woman. The referee sees Sterling pinning Starr as he makes the cover.] 1.......2.......3!!!!!!!! Tim: Damnit, Lance won. Jeff: I know, isn't it great??? [Sterling grabs his title from the referee as Justin Storm walks down the ramp with his Singapore cane in hand. He slides into the ring as he and Sterling shake hands. The man and woman from earlier both slide into the ring. Storm grabs a mic.] Storm: Damn, it's great to be back. [The crowd boos majorly.] Storm: Why do you hate me? Is it because I just took out the HWF's only Triple Crown Champion? Is it because I am the one who NEVER lost the Hardcore Title? Or is it simply because I have just recruited two of the best of the best. So, let me introduce to you, the man who just single-handedly put Starr down for the count. He is the one, the only, Corporate Nightmare!!! [Corporate Nightmare and the woman walk over to Storm as Nightmare shakes Storm's hand. Nightmare notices Starr rolling on the ground as he kicks him out of the ring. Storm begins to speak again.] Storm: And let me introduce to you, the hottest valet this fed has ever seen, Heavenly Heather!!! [Heavenly Heather gives Storm a hug as she stands beside of Corporate Nightmare. Lance Sterling shakes Nightmare's hand as well as Storm begins to speak.] Storm: Oh yea, one more thing. Next week, at King of Violence, it's going to be Lance Sterling defending his title in a four corners match. It will be Sterling against Michael Trey against Jayson Starr against... [The crowd cheers at the fact of Trey's and Starr's names mentioned.] Storm: Let me finish damnit!!! [The fans begin to chant "Finest Sucks, Finest Sucks".] Storm: You people are the rudest people that I've ever been around. I can see why the Bears sucks so much now. Cause they got fans like you cheering them on. [The fans begin to boo at him again.] Storm: Where was I? Oh yea. And the final opponent for the 4 corners match is none other than MYSELF! "The Hardcore Icon" Justin Motherfucking Storm! [The fans begin to boo more.] Storm: And what can make this match more memorable? How about this? It will be a match that was made famous at Holiday Hangover. It is a match that could lead to the end of each of our careers. But you know what? I don't give a shit anymore. Starr has almost ended my career, the Icon has almost ended my career, and most of all, I was told that Michael Trey tried to end my career in the hospital. The match is none other than a Falling From Grace match!!! Tim: No! They can't do that! That match is just not sanitary anymore. I thought the HWF had banned that match after The Icon almost killed Michael Trey to win the HWF World Championship. Storm: And one final thing. You may not like us, you may hate us, but there is not a damn thing you can do because whether you like it or not, the HWF's Finest is back. And back for good!!! [Jayson Starr staggers back as Trey and Frost are on their feet. Corporate Nightmare does a HBK-type pose and Heavenly Heather stands behind him, posing as well. Lance Sterling raises his arms beside of Corporate Nightmare, raising the HWF Championship high. Justin Storm is standing on the ropes, and pulls a beer out of his pocket. He opens it using one hand, spraying beer all over the place. Storm takes a drink of it and spits it into the air, like a mist. The cameras zoom in on a close up of the HWF's Finest standing in the ring, looking victorious.] [Interrupting the mayhem, the sounds of "Big Pimpin`" by Jay-Z kick in. The fans erupt, not really for the person coming out, rather they hate the HWF's Finest.] Tim: IT'S CHRIS GOINGS!!! Jeff: GOINGS IS HERE!!! [From the back is Chris Goings, wearing a "HWF's Finest" tee shirt. The actual HWF's Finest in the ring look at him and point, conversing between themselves. As Goings begins his walk to the ring, the cameras fade to black.]
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