 June 12, 2000 [Outside the arena, fans are walking into the arena, ready for the night to begin. As the camera pans to the side, Phah Q. Dickshine is seated behind a table, stacked with tee shirts. Children flock to the table but their parents immediately scowl when they find the shirts to be very offensive. Dickshine stands, wearing one such shirt. The shirt reads, "Lance Sterling Sucks Cock." A few fans buy the tee shirts from Dickshine, as the cameras go inside the arena.] DARK MATCH RESULTS: Sledge defeated Ace Custis via "Sledge Hammer" Running Lyger Bomb MONDAY MONSTROSITY RESULTS: [The cameras go outside as red, 2000 Corvette pulls into the parking lot. "The Canadian Phat Boy" Trevor Smith steps out of the car to a cheer from his home countrymen. He goes to the trunk and opens it, pulling out his trademark C4 chair. Trevor turns and begins to walk into the arena.] [A hushed crowd awaits the reoccurrence of Monday Monstrosity, with the incredible guitar of "Metal Militia" by Metallica creeping up into the background, blaring over the PA. The lights begin to flicker in a deep blue with the square apparatus above the ring turn into a square fireworks display. As the pyrotechnics circle the perimeter of the apparatus, it ignites even more of the square. As it reaches it full square, missile-like fireworks come down from each corner, striking each turnbuckle post. As it does, blue flames shoot up from them. The fans are nuts as we go to the commentators.] Tim: Welcome everyone to MONDAY MONSTROSITY!!! That's right, after a few complications, we've brought back the Monday Monstrosity card! I'm Tim Miller... Jeff: ...and I the headlining name of this Papa Smurf card, Jeff..."I got me a woman while touring MacKenzie Hall, and then we caught a movie at the mall. I've noticed she has it all, especially when I'm fucking her into the wall"...Robinson!!! [Evidently his microphone is amplified over the PA as the crowd erupts in a chant of "YOU'RE THE SHIT!"] Tim: I...I...I dunno what to say... [Tim begins to crack up as the crowd continues it's chant.] Jeff: You see, Tim, I can rhyme better than Gertner, I'm *much* more handsome than Gertner, and I'm DAMN SURE more perverted than Gertner!!! [The lights of MacKenzie Hall turn a myriad of colors as "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blares over the PA system and the HWF World Champion, the one and only Lance Sterling, emerges from the locker room area. Flanked on the right by his massive bodyguard, Keith Bronson, the champ walks slowly towards the ring, pausing to look at the audience which right now are cheering for him. Sterling smiles at them and nods his head as he climbs into the ring and, after holding up the HWF world title, grabs a mic] LANCE STERLING: You know something, each and every week there's somebody who decides to try and take down the champ. If it's not Jayson Starr and the X-tremists, then it's good ole' Michael Trey and his bunch of goons. Well, I'm getting really damn sick of it! I've proven to you slime balls time and time again why I'm the best athlete in the business, and you STILL try to take me out. Don't you idiots ever learn? I bet soon you'll be getting idiots like the fans in this building to come and get me.. [Sterling is cut off by a loud round of boos and quite a few chants of "Sterling Sucks"] LANCE STERLING: Shut the hell up! When I'm in this ring, you'll give me the respect I deserve. I know that at least half you sons of bitches just WISH you were as good as I am. Hell, half the damn HWF wishes they were as good as I am. But you aren't, so KEEP QUIET! [Even louder boos] LANCE STERLING: Y'know I'm getting sick and tired of this garbage; Trey, here tonight I'm going to cripple your sorry ass once and for all. Justin and I are gonna make you wish you stayed out of our business long ago. And don't think of trying to get your group of misfits out here, or else the Finest will beat them down, too. To hell with waiting until King of Violence, we'll get this on right here tonight! I'll show you why I'm the Hardcore Wrestling Federation champion. I'll show you why I am the best thing going in the wrestling world today...I'll show you why I am the greatest! [As his music hits the PA system again, Sterling defiantly raises the world title in the air, to huge heel heat from the crowd. He scoffs at them and along with Bronson leaves the ring, pausing again to display his coveted title belt before the two of them head backstage] Jeff: Bow to the King... Tim: Who, you? Jeff: Well... yes, but no. Lance Sterling. [Commercials] [Devil's Dance by Metallica begins to play loudly throughout the arena. The fans rise to their feet and begin to boo as they know the arrival of "The Showcase" Brian Jones is nearly upon them. Sassy Perkins makes her way out from behind the curtain and strikes a pose for the crowd, which gets more cheers then jeers. She is dressed in a low cut skirt and a tight top, which the fans seem to appreciate.] [Not far behind her is her one and only man, "The Showcase" Brian Jones. Jones makes his way through the curtain to loud chants of "Showcase Sucks." The chants and boos grow even louder as they see Brian is draped in an American Flag. Jones has his wrestling gear on, but is also wearing a custom made "Lance Sterling Is The Man" t-shirt. Whether or not this is to mock Dickshine and his "Lance Sterling Sucks Cock" motto or to kiss Sterling's ass even more, then he has been lately is unclear. He drops to one knee and strikes a pose for the crowd as his pyros go off. Instead of flash bulbs lighting up the arena, Brian is bombarded with trash and a shower of coke.] [The Showcase returns to his feet and makes his way towards the ring. Behind [Brian leaps up onto the apron and pulls himself over the top ropes into the ring. The entourage waits, patiently at ringside for the arrival of Phah Q. Dickshine, as Jones makes his way over towards the ring announcer and grabs the mic.] Jones: Ontario, Canada are you happy to see "The Showcase" here [Loud boos echo throughout the arena.] Jones: Well you know what? You can all kiss my ass because I'm about as happy to be here in Canada, the lowliest point of all the world, as you are to see me! [Boos grow louder] Jones: Long live the United States! USA, USA, USA! [The boos now drown out "The Showcase's" chants as Jones drops the mic and awaits Dickshine.] Tim: Brian Jones is just eating up the jeers of this crowd... ["Pollution" By Limp Bizkit plays through the arena. The young ladies in the crowd begin screaming loudly, as most of the men boo, as we see Phah Q. Dickshine at the top of the entrance stage, holding a chair in his left hand. His hair is brown and faded, bleach blonde on the top, and spiked up, with his earrings taken out. He wears a white "wife beater" muscle shirt, black elbow pads made by "Trace," black Kik wear pants that are EXTREMELY baggy, and black Asics wrestling shoes. As the music gets heavy at Fred Durst's shout of "Yaaaaw", Phah Q. Dickshine throws his arms in the air, with the chair, and begins to run down the aisle. Arriving the ring, he clears the Jeff: I love this guy! Tim: Uh, ok... He seems a bit much to me. [Ding, Ding, Ding] Tim: There's the bell. Jeff: Good call, Einstein. [Dickshine and Jones look each other down from a distance, beginning to circle. Jones comes to the center of the ring, placing his hand in the air wanting a test of strength. Dickshine looks a bit hesitant to comply with Jones, but slowly does. It doesn't pay off, as soon as their hands meet, Brian goes low with a stiff kick to the groin. Dickshine goes stiff, clutching his magic beans, then keels over. Brian Jones applies a front face lock and goes for a DDT but Dickshine blocks it and takes him over with a Northern Lights suplex into a bridged pin.] Tim: Northern Lights! [1...KICKOUT!] Jeff: Too early for that. [Both men are back to their feet quickly. The charge at each other and both catch the other with a stiff clothesline!! Both men go to the mat in a heap. Sassy Perkins cheers on, encouraging Brian Jones to get to his feet.] Tim: Both men were looking for the same thing there. [The ref then goes to the outside, where the entourage of Brian Jones is arranged. He begins to speak to them, then insistently points the entrance, while yelling "You're out of here!!!" The fans cheer as the Entourage are forced to the leave the ring area. Only Sassy Perkins is left for the Showcase.] [Slowly but surely, both begin to stir. As they get up, Dickshine connects with a hard punch to the jaw of Jones. Jones is rocked backwards but retaliates with a punch of his own. Dickshine with another punch sends Jones into the ropes. Dickshine then grabs the head of Brian Jones and drops down, connecting with a jawbreaker. The momentum takes Jones over the ropes and flipping to the floor. Phah Q. Dickshine gets to his feet and runs to the ropes, springboards off the top, backwards over the other ropes and to the outside, hitting an incredible moonsault onto Brian Jones!!!] Jeff: Holy crap! [DICKSHINE! DICKSHINE!] Tim: Well, I'm going out on a limb to say this is the first time a crowd of over a thousand people have chanted "Dickshine" in repetition... Jeff: I'd say it's a safe bet. [The impact of the moonsault onto the cement took a lot out of Dickshine, let alone Brian Jones. They lie on the unpadded cement of the MacKenzie Hall, trying to get their bearings back.] Tim: What an incredible move by the young Phah Q. Dickshine... That guy really should get a new name or something. [Dickshine begins to move on the outside, using the ring curtain to pull himself up. As he gets to his feet, Sassy Perkins comes to the side of Brian Jones, kneeling down to comfort him.] Jeff: Sassy is DEFINITELY Perkins tonight! [Tim chuckles] Tim: You're insane... really insane. [Dickshine turns to see Perkins and a smile comes across his face.] Tim: Oh, God... what is he thinking? [Dickshine reaches down and grabs her medium length, "dirty" blonde colored hair and pulls her to her feet. Sassy screams in discomfort as the crowd rises. Dickshine rolls the valet and fiancée of Brian Jones into the ring and follows after.] Tim: Somebody stop him! [Sassy quickly scrambles to the ropes, trying to get out of the ring. Dickshine makes a dash and stops her from escaping the ring. He pulls her up to standing position and grabs her ass. Sassy's eyes grow wide as the fans are on the edge of the seats, so to say. Perkins lays in a smack across the face of Dickshine that immediately makes his face turn red!!! Dickshine looks content with himself as the fans pop for the smack.] Tim: Sassy Perkins just smacked the taste out of Phah Q. Dickshine's mouth!!! [Dickshine turns to Sassy and plants a kick into her mid-section, before thrusting her head into a standing head scissors! The fans erupt, evidently loving this little spot. Dickshine pulls Sassy up vertically as she kicks and screams. As Dickshine looks to go for a piledriver, "The Showcase" slides under the ropes and dives, hitting Dickshine with a forearm. Dickshine falls over, freeing Sassy. She scurries out of the ring while Brian Jones unmercifully stomps on the downed Dickshine.] Jeff: Phah Q. Dickshine almost PILEDROVE Sassy Perkins! Tim: The HWF is a lot of things, but violence towards women isn't high on our list. That's not right in any frame of mind! [Brian Jones is enraged by Dickshine and continues to stomp away on the helpless foe. Jones stops only to pull Dickshine to his feet and connect with a right hand. Dickshine is sent reeling into the ropes. Brian Jones takes the arm of Dickshine and whips him across the rings. Brian charges for a clothesline, but Dickshine catches his arm and swings across his shoulder in a crucifix pinning position, rolling Jones to the mat.] [1...2...KICKOUT!] Jeff: Brian Jones kicked out of the crucifix from Dickshine. [Both men are to their feet, rushing together in a rage of punches. Each man gives and takes the equal amount as pain looks to be nonexistent for a moment. Brian Jones tries to stop the punching with a kick to the mid-section, but Phah Q. Dickshine catches the foot. Dickshine sweeps Jones to the mat with one leg and holds the leg up, then drops a leg into the groin of Brian Jones!] Tim: Oww... [Dickshine gets back to his feet, holding both of Jones' legs this time. Dickshine places his right foot firmly on the groin of Jones and looks to the crowd. He falls backwards, holding Jones' legs, in a move so horrid it's hard to describe.] Jeff: OH MY... OH MY... I can't do it... [As Jeff begins to whimper, almost crying from the sight, Dickshine holds the awful submission in. The crowd pops as Sassy Perkins enters the ring. She stomps over to Dickshine and plants her high-heeled shoes into the groin of Dickshine!!!] Jeff: AHHH!!! Make it stop, all ready! [Dickshine is forced to release the hold and curl into the fetal position. Sassy comforts Brian Jones but is advised to get to the outside by the lowly referee. She does so as both men are in a place no man ever wants to be: testicular suffering.] Jeff: This is awful... [Slowly, Brian Jones gets to his feet and pulls Dickshine up by his hair. Jones slowly pulls Dickshine into a standing head scissors. Jones locks his hands around the waist of Dickshine and lifts him up, on his shoulder. With a surge of power, "The Showcase" powerbombs the hell out of the 19 year old kid!!!] Tim: Dickshine BOUNCED off the mat! [Brian Jones goes the apron and begins to climb the turnbuckle. As he reaches the top, he raises his arms and verbally taunts Dickshine. Jones then leaps from the turnbuckle in an attempt for a leg drop, but Dickshine moves out of the way.] Jeff: Brian Jones missed the guillotine leg drop! [Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out. All is silent, until you hear the whispered words... "Well shit, if you believe that, then I'll kill you... you know why? Cuz I'm a CRIMINAL!" A single spotlight shines down at the entryway as "Criminal" by Eminem blasts away over the speakers. The fans are unsure what to do, until DRE comes striding out in black jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt, carrying a wooden bat. He rushes the ring as the lights come back up.] DRE: That'll teach you assholes. Maybe it's just my fuckin' imagination, but I don't think anyone in HWF takes me SERIOUSLY! Tim: So Marek de Kere or "DRE" has now deemed himself "The Criminal!" Jeff: He laid out Dickshine and Jones, but Jones is coming to first. [Dickshine rolls to the outside and picks up a chair near the railing and tosses it in, then rolls back in. Brian Jones gets the chair as Dickshine gets up. Jones swings the chair but Dickshine ducks and catches Jones with a spinning heel kick, smacking the chair into the face of Brian Jones!] Tim: Spinning Heel Kick into the chair! [Brian falls to the mat as Dickshine grabs the chair once again. Dickshine goes to the apron and climbs the turnbuckle, reaching the top.] Jeff: What's he going to do with that chair? [Dickshine dives off and places the chair against his chest and connects with an AWESOME frog splash with the chair!!!] Tim: Frog splash! Frog splash! [Dickshine looks to feel the effects of the chair, but nonetheless pulls Brian Jones to his wobbly feet. Dickshine grabs Jones and hoists him onto his shoulders. At first, Dickshine has trouble lifting him, but finally gets set. He then drops with a STIFF Death Valley Driver, not letting go of his head or legs!!!] Jeff: FUCKED UP DRIVER!!! Tim: What a name!!! [Dickshine holds the DVD in an odd pinning position.] [1...2...3!!!] [Ding, Ding, Ding] Tim: Phah Q. Dickshine has won!!! Jeff Whoo hoo! Winner: Phah Q. Dickshine via "Fucked Up" Driver Tim: We'll be right back! [Commercials] [All of a sudden, the lights go out and a huge "X" shines on the ring. The lighting spins in place and then moves its way around the building. It becomes fixed upon one of the doors that leads outside of MacKenzie Hall. Security pulls fans away from the door just as "Good Girls, Bad Guys" by DMX hits the speakers. The fans erupt in anticipation.] Jeff: What now? [The "X" that is fixed on the doorway becomes increasingly more bright as the music echoes through the Hall. The outside door rattles a little and then swings open, taking out a few drifting fans. The two men, both dressed in black tanktops and baggy black pants, step through the doorway and head towards the ring. They make a quick right to avoid the havoc that security has made, and start pushing fans out of their way by themselves. One of the men, the shorter one with lighter hair, signals to the now empty door. He waits in the herd of fans for a few seconds and then starts nodding his head in approval. A huge man, at least 6'9" or 6'10", comes walking through the doorway. He is a black man, with a bald head and a black fu-man-chu mustache. His muscular build makes him stand out from everyone else in close proximity. The door begins to shut, but then is opened again by 3 more people, who are apparently following the huge man, who is ultimately following the two original outsiders. One of the people is a normal looking guy, who you could probably mistake for a lost fan. Standing next to him is a blonde-haired girl wearing a ver revealing skirt/tanktop combo. Her belly ring shines due to the "X" which is still shining brightly. The third man is about 3'9". He has short blonde hair combed forward and is wearing black pants with a purple vest. The four walk towards the two men who started this whole ordeal. The man who signaled the huge man to come in shakes everyone's' hands.] Tim: . . .oh. .my. .god. . . Jeff: What Tim? Tim: It finally all makes sense now. These past few weeks. . .and now this here tonight. . .it's all coming back to me. Man: Turn this god damn mic on! [The camera cuts to the ring where all 6 outsiders have relocated to. The shorter man with light hair has taken control of the microphone and is trying to speak his piece. He seems to be this group's ringleader. Standing next to him on one side is the midget, and on the other side is his "partner" who has helped him the past few weeks on Suicide. Behind him are the other three, including the tall man who is now staring down the camera through his black Oakley sunglasses. The "X" lighting fades out as the man begins to speak again.] Man: Alright now listen up . . .damn, it's been a long time since I've done this, but I think I can handle it. . .listen up everyone! Now I'm sure most of you have been wondering who we are and even though I'm pretty sure all of you Hard to the F'n Core HWF lifers probably have figured it out now, but if you haven't--let me clue you in. About a year or two ago, I came across this fed on my tour of the indies around New York. I joined up with my friends in the team of Arrogance and my guy "Double J" Jerome Jackson. [The tall black man steps forward and smiles.] Man: That's right folks, it's me. . .T-Dogg! Remember me? I was the guy who finally found his niche in the HWF when I beat Andre Lenoge and ended his career. I was the guy whose trials and tribulations with "Sparky" Sam Simmons were, I think, legendary. I was the guy who went into seclusion to train for the ever-popular "HWF Hardcore Title Tourney" just to be screwed over by Mr. James Lazlo. Remember me yet? I was also the first member of the All Pro Wrestling Alliance and won the first and only match with Gavin Coens against my old friends Arrogance. I was the guy who joined up with the Extreme Wrestling Alliance and formed the original and only Perfect Alliance. I was the guy who helped loosen Satanik's strangled hold on this HWF dynasty, by training Stoche for the World Title Match. Don't you people remember me? I was also the guy who joined the HWF when it came back. I was involved in the first major feud with J. Simon Rykopathe. I was the guy who started drawing attention to this god damn hellhole. C'mon people, remember me? [The crowd is at a hush, trying to recall all of these moments in the HWF/EWA/APWA history. T-Dogg is visually shaken by the lack of attention he is getting for his years of hard work.] Man: That's what I thought. You stupid, stupid people. How could you forget your past, how could you be so fair-weather, so bandwagon? I gave my whole career for you people and never asked one thing from you. This is exactly why T-Dogg doesn't wrestle anymore, because his name is disgraced my you Hardcore fans. That's the exact reason why I now go by my real name, Johnny Drake. I don't feel like amusing you people anymore, I'm not gonna throw any stupid character names at you and expect you to clap like seals. I'm not gonna come out here every week an go "Pain is Temporary" like in the past. No, that's why we had to come back. I'm here for one reason only--RESPECT. And if Chaz Manson doesn't like it, then he can fire my ass again! Remember that Chaz? I bad-mouth your boy Vic Williams and you fire my ass! And you couldn't even say it to my face or over the phone you little p(beep)! You had the (beep)in' nerve to post it on the weekly newsheet for all to see! [The fans begin to boo. Showing their loyalty to the HWF.] Drake: . . .alright, alright, I get the picture, it's typical. I don't want to bring down these ratings so I just better get of the Chaz subject for now. Anyway, I must introduce my new and improved Entourage. Guys, if you will please step forward when I call your name. First, there's my old friend that you all should remember, Jerome Jackson. [The huge man looks around with one hand in the air. Drake laughs and the boo's that the man receives.] Drake: Jerome can kill each and every one of you with his bare hands if he wanted to, so I suggest you guys chill out. If you remember correctly, Jerome has wrestled such men as Lost Soul and Satanik back in the old fed. Speaking of wrestlers, I think it's time to introduce my brother, and fellow wrestler, Bryan Drake. [The man dressed similar to Johnny steps forward. He gives a cold, hard stare into the audience.] Drake: Right now, Bryan is recovering from a neck injury, so you'll have to wait for his debut. All he can really do right now is punch people and do a few double team moves. The rest of my Entourage is actually my old Entourage from when I was T-Dogg in the first fed. Everyone remembers Ryan, Stump, and Lisa right? [The fans look mystified as the regular looking guy steps forward. He raised both hands in the air and gets a chorus of boo's. He steps back just as the midget steps forward. He gets booed and laughed at. Stump responds by flipping everyone in the building off. The fans start to throw things in the ring and Stump runs and hides behind Johnny. Then only female in the group, Lisa, steps forward to a chorus of cheers. She tilts her head to the side and little and waves to the fans. The fans chime in with a mixed cheer of "Show your t(beep)s" and "Take it Off". She just smiles and walks back towards Ryan.] Drake: Well, now that that's done, I want to let everyone--especially Chaz Manson--know that I will be the King of Violence. I don't care how I have to do it, I will be in that tournament. The HWF has already screwed me out of one Hardcore Title, I just want another shot. Chaz, I know your listening right now. Unless you want all of us coming after you and kicking your (beep)ing ass all over Canada, I expect you to officially put me on the card for the Violence Pay-Per-View by the end of the night. You know it's the only right thing to do. [A production assistant comes in the ring. And whispers something into Johnny Drake's ear] Drake: Hell no, if you have something to say, say it so that all these fans can hear it! Assistant: Well, T-Dogg, I mean Mr. Drake sir, I was told that Suicide must go on. . . .I was told that you have to leave now. Drake: What the f(beep)!! Where do you get the balls to come out here and tell me what to do? I haven't even been out here for 5 minutes. It's not like Sterling and Storm are gonna have a really long tag match. They have no (beep)ing stamina!! Who sent you? Assistant: . . .Well, it was. . .um. . .handed down from above. I'm just a messenger. They actually told me to cut your mic out. . .but a man of your. . .um. . .stature would not be to glad if I were to do that. . . Drake: Smart kid. Assistant: Um. . .thank you Mr. Drake. . .now will you please leave the ring? Drake: What the f(beep) do you think this is kid? A f(beep)ing joke? I'll tell you what you can tell those people "above" you. . . [Johnny drops the mic and starts attacking the production assistant. His Entourage tries to pull him off but they're mad as well. Security rushes into the ring as a chant of "H-W-F, H-W-F" starts up. Security hits the ring just as the camera fades into a commercial.] [Commercials] ["Take a Look Around" hits the PA as the fans erupt for their fellow countryman. Trevor Smith comes out as a few people wave Canadian flags. Smith gets into the ring and grabs a microphone.] Trevor Smith: Hello everyone! I'm finally back in Canada and I do believe this Phat Boy is about to shine. Anyway it's been awhile and now I'm back and better then ever, you see ever since I got my head planted in my C4 Chair, I have figured I should take some time off and think for a second, what was I thinking about? I was thinking about how a man by the name of Diamante defeated The Canadian Phat Boy of Professional Wrestling. You see Diamante you did defeat me far and square but you defeated me by using my weapon and that's makes me pissed, why? Because in my last two matches I got beat with a weapon I brought to the ring. First was when I brought out a Chair Rack and well I did a Senton Bomb right through the thing and I was done after that. Then of course when Diamante gave me that Diamond Driver on my Chair. So since I'm back It's time for me to get back at Diamante and show him not to mess with a Canadian let alone a Canadian Phat Boy. [The fans cheer as "Take a Look Around" makes for the exit of Trevor Smith.] Jeff: So, what? We just give these guys time to talk about nothing in particular, now? Tim: Jeff, you know Sterling does it every week. Jeff: So, he does it with style. [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. Frost's head whips into the air and he waits for his opponents to come to him.] Tim: The former champion looks to be very determined to win that belt back. [The lights go out and the crowd is standing on their feet waiting for their favorite HWF superstar to arrive. The lights begin to flicker purple and silver above the ring and the crowd roars into an array of cheers. Posters are being held up all over the arena and then the lights go pitch black once again. Steam rises from the entranceway and "Big Pimpin`" by Jay-Z starts over the PA system at a sold-out HWF Arena. The crowd is roaring and the whole arena turns silver and purple with a silver Jeff: Here's ANOTHER former champion... Actually, every man in this match has been the Hardcore Champion. ["Machine Head" by Bush hits the PA, as a strobe light lights up the arena. From the back, Nick Diamante steps out, wearing the hardcore title. 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 and the belt, handing them to a ring member.] Tim: They're all ready. [Ding, Ding, Ding] Jeff: This one should be good, but I wouldn't look for a technical showcase... [Nick Diamante takes the offensive, charging at Blake Frost. Diamante takes Frost down with a fury of punches, but Chris Goings hits a swift kick to the face, knocking Diamante backwards. Frost gets to his feet and goes at Goings, locking up. Goings gets the upper hand and turns it into a side headlock. Blake backs him into the ropes and shoves Goings off. Goings goes across the ring as Diamante starts back up with Frost. They turn just to grab Goings and elevate him over the ropes, back body dropping him to the cement on the outside!!!] Jeff: ouch! [Diamante and Frost then go back to their brawling. Diamante gains the upper hand and whips Frost across the ring, then tackles him with a devastating clothesline. Diamante then rolls to the outside, tossing the ring curtain up. He searches under the ring, then pulls out a large ladder. Diamante slides it under the bottom rope, as Chris Goings rolls around on the other side. Nick gets into the ring as Frost charges with a dropkick right to his face. Diamante is bent backwards while Chris Goings slides in behind Frost.] Tim: Chris Goings is back in the ring and Frost doesn't see him! [Goings taps Frost on the shoulder, who turns around and is met by a kick to the gut. Goings grabs Frost's head and drops to a knee, smashing Frost's face into the knee. Frost springs back while Diamante gets to his feet across the ring.] Jeff: Chris Goings looks to be in control right now. [Chris Goings goes over to Nick Diamante and pulls him up, then spins him around, hooking on a rear waistlock. Goings then lifts him up and connects with a German suplex, but holds on. Goings rolls to his feet and connects with another German suplex. Goings holds on for a third and connects with a release German suplex. As he gets to his feet, he meets a superkick from Blake Frost that sends him into the corner and to the mat.] Tim: What a superkick from Blake Frost! [Blake reaches down and pulls Chris to his feet. Blake whips Goings across the ring and leaps on the way back, landing on his shoulders. Blake looks for a hurricanrana, but Goings catches him and drops with a sitdown powerbomb!] Tim: Sitdown powerbomb! Jeff: The Chris is back in control... Tim: You're unbelievable. [Goings goes to the ropes and picks up the ladder, positioning it in the center of the ring. After make sure it is stable, Chris begins to climb. Blake Frost slowly begins to climb up the other side and reaches the same height as Goings. The two trade blows and a right hand knocks Blake off. Nick Diamante then charges up the ladder and meets Chris Goings with a battle of blows, but Goings again gets the last laugh and knocks Diamante off the ladder! Goings takes another step and reaches up, grabbing the hardcore title!] Jeff: Whoo hoo! Chris Goings is our NEW Hardcore Champion! Tim: He has finally EARNED something around here... Winner: *New Hardcore Champion* Chris Goings via grabbing Hardcore title ["Big Pimpin`" hits again as Goings holds his arms up to the crowd with the Hardcore belt in hand. He then leaves the ring, just as Trevor Smith walks out from the entranceway.] Jeff: He's got his new "C4 Chair Cracker" with him... And not to mention he smells like gas... Tim: Do you know what that is?! That crazy bastard is SOAKED in gasoline! [Trevor runs down the aisle and dives into the ring. He grabs Nick Diamante and whips him into the ropes and catches him, tossing him straight in the air, then catches him with the flapjack cutter "Phat Boy Plunge!!!" Smith puts the chair beside Diamante and pulls out a lighter, lighting the chair on fire. All of a sudden, the chair goes of, revealing it to be wrapped in fireworks! The fireworks go off on Diamante but the big surprise is a C4 explosion at the end!] Jeff: He's insane! [Trevor precedes to take Diamante up the aisle and put him on a table, then climbs up half way on the HWF Tron. With the snap of his fingers, the lighter is used to ignite his shirt!!! A ball of flames is all that is seen as Smith dives off, crashing through the table.] Jeff: OH MY GOD!!! [Camera cuts to backstage, where it shows Justin Storm and Lance Sterling walking down the hallway towards the ring area. Justin's saying something to Sterling, while Sterling's nodding in agreement and holding his HWF Championship title closely on his shoulder. Then it shows a split screen where it also shows Michael Trey and Howitzer walking down another hallway conversing. Howitzer starts demonstrating something with his hands and continues talking to Michael, then Michael starts talking some.] Tim: Stay tuned folks... we've got these four men going at it, up next! [Commercials] ["No Shelter" by Rage Against The Machine blasts across the speakers in the arena as the fans all stand up and give a big pop, but no one comes out. The music dies down and the crowd gives a bewildered look.] Tim: Michael Trey sure has a lot to prove today. Throughout the week, Storm and Sterling have been verbally assaulting him to the point where he just might snap. Jeff: I think we're ready for The Finest! ["Fuel" by Metallica begins to play. Justin Storm walks onto the ramp. He has a Singapore cane in hand. All of a sudden pyros go off in front and behind of him. The pyros stop as he walks down to the ring. He climbs up the stairs and enters the ring. "Fuel" goes off of the PA.) Tim: We saw the spectacular return of Justin Storm last week at Suicide. What a night that was! Jeff: Yeah, and the appearance of the new Finest member, Corporate Nightmare! Tim: It's true, The HWF's Finest are making a very strong comeback. [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. Behind him of course strides his bodyguard, Keith Bronson. Sterling starts to walk down towards and then around the ring, slapping fans hands and generally showboating the crowd. Both he and Bronson enter the ring, Lance jumping over the rope while Keith steps over it, and both strike a pose in the center: Lance flexes while Keith raises a fist in the air. Another shower of pyro explodes around them as the music dies down] Jeff: There he is, the reigning HWF Champion! Tim: I believe we're ready to kick this off. [The lights cut out.] Jeff: What the f...?! [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.] Jeff: What the hell's going on?! [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.] Tim: That's Jayson Starr's music!! [The lights come back on, as the four men in the ring are looking totally confused. Jayson Starr comes out of the back with his leather jacket on and a referee's shirt!!!] Jeff: He's got a referee's shirt on!!!!! Tim: Oh my god!! Jayson Starr's the special guest referee for this match!! [He smiles and looks around, then starts walking towards the ring. Inside the ring, all four men are going nuts because of what they're seeing, especially Lance. Starr gets to the ring, walks up the steps and climbs in, then starts walking around. Lance storms up to him, and starts getting in his face talking trash. Jayson folds his arms and looks at him with a smart-alec smirk on his face, then walks away. Lance attempts to go after him, but Justin holds him back and says something to him. Sterling nods, and steps out the ring onto the apron. The music dies, as Michael Trey step out the ring also.] [Ding, Ding, Ding] Tim: And there's the bell! Jeff: This match is gonna be awesome! [Howitzer and Justin start circling the ring, then lock up. Howitzer uses his strength to get the early advantage and shoves Justin into the corner. Howitzer charges him, Justin quickly gets out and catches Howitzer with a clothesline. Howitzer stumbles back, and Justin clotheslines him again.. this time sending him to the mat.] Tim: Nice clothesline. [Jayson walks around, surveying the match, as Storm walks over and picks up Howitzer. He delivers a couple of shots to the gut, then sends him to the ropes. Howitzer comes back and attempts a clothesline, but Justin ducks it. Howitzer hits the other ropes, and comes back, right into a dropkick to the face by Justin!] Tim: Oh my! Justin hit right on the mark with that one! [Justin gets quickly to his feet, and picks Howitzer up. He drags him over to his corner and makes the tag. Lance gets in, and delivers some well placed punches to the face of Howitzer. Lance then grabs him by the hair, as Justin gets out. Lance pulls Howitzer against the corner, and gets up on the second rope above him. He starts landing the 10-count punches on Howitzer..] 1!!!! 2!!!! 3!!!! 4!!!! 5!!!! [At the count of five, Howitzer then grabs Lance from behind, walks forward, and drops him down with a devastating powerbomb!!] Jeff: Damn!!!! Did you see Lance's head bounce off that canvas?!! [Sterling holds his head as Howitzer picks him up. He sends Lance to the ropes, he comes back, and gets LEVELED by a monster clothesline!!!] Tim: He almost took his damn head off!! [Howitzer starts stomping on Lance, then picks him up again. Lance lands a couple shots to Howitzer's gut, making him release him. Lance runs to the ropes, comes back, and Howitzer goes for a clothesline.. but Sterling ducks it, gets behind him, jumps up, grabs the back of his head and connects a beautiful neckbreaker!] Tim: Oh! Very nice. Jeff: I'm surprised Lance has so much energy against such a big guy. Tim: Well, you have to be able to take on all types of people to be the HWF Champion. [Lance gets up, then drops a leg drop across the neck of Howitzer. He goes for a pin, as Jayson nonchalantly gets down for the count..] 1!!!...... 2!!!!..... Kickout! Jeff: Slow count!! Tim: Oh, it was not. Jeff: Look, damnit... I saw it, and I say it was a slow count. Tim: But Jeff, you fail to realize the problem there... Jeff: And what the hell's that? Tim: It's quite simple. No one cares what you think. Jeff: Rotten bastard. [Lance stands up, getting in Jayson's face again.. probably because he thought it was slow too. Jayson ignores him, and starts walking around again. Lance flips him the bird, then goes back to Howitzer, who's now up. Howitzer grabs Lance by the throat.] Tim: Uh oh! Lance shouldn't have turned his back to Howitzer! [Howitzer lifts Lance up with ease with one hand, and slams him down with a powerful chokeslam. He drops for the pin...] 1!!!! [Justin and Trey hop in the ring] 2!!!!! [Justin runs over and stomps Howitzer, breaking up the count] Jeff: Only a two count. [Trey gets back out. Jayson tells Justin to get out, and after some brief argument, he does. Lance is on his feet now, and is stomping away at Howitzer. Lance gets out the ring, and lifts up the ring apron.] Jeff: Uh oh.. Lance's on a treasure hunt. [After a moment of searching, Lance finally pulls out a chair. Trey gets down off the apron and walks around to where Lance is. Sterling sees him, and swings the chair at him, but Trey avoids it. Michael kicks him in the gut, making him double-over and drop the chair. He then quickly drops him onto the chair with a DDT!] Tim: What a DDT by Trey!! [Howitzer and Justin are in the ring going at it, trading punches back and forth. Trey stands up and picks Lance up also. He slides Sterling in under the ropes and Lance lays there. Trey gets back up in his corner. Justin gains the advantage against Howitzer, and sends him to the ropes. Howitzer hits the ropes, and blind tags Trey. But Justin knocks Howitzer over with a clothesline. Jayson's leaning up against the corner, yawning.. watching the action.] Tim: (sarcastically) Well Jayson really seems into this match. [Justin climbs out, as Lance stands up. Trey's doesn't get in the ring, he just stands where he is on the apron.] Jeff: What the hell? Why isn't Trey getting in?? He's the legal man! Tim: Maybe he doesn't know he was tagged. Jeff: Oh come on! To be that dumb, you'd have to be... Tim: ...an HWF commentator named Jeff. Jeff: Shut the hell up!!! [Instead of getting in the ring, Michael Trey drops down with Howitzer and Justin. Lance stands up slowly, and looks around, confused of what's going on. He looks outside and sees Storm, Howitzer, and Trey all going at it. Then he looks over at Jayson and sees him relaxing in the corner.] Tim: Oh boy.. I think Lance's gonna go after Jayson again... [Howitzer and Trey are double-teaming Justin now. Howitzer bodyslams Storm to the floor, and Trey starts stomping on him. Trey picks Justin up, and tells Howitzer to come on. Howitzer backs up, then charges at Justin, but Justin ducks and drops Howitzer down with a drop toe hold, making him smack his face on the steel steps!] Jeff: Wow!! What a counter by Justin! [Trey smacks his forehead in disappointment. Howitzer rolls over onto his back holding his face, and attempts to stand but is finding it very hard. Justin gets up, and goes after Trey. Storm and Michael start trading punches back and forth now.] Tim: Now Trey and Justin are duking it out! [Inside the ring, Lance has gone up to Jayson, and him and Jayson are now up in each other's faces having a huge argument. Howitzer is now up, and turns Justin around and drops him with a powerful lariat. Lance says something to Starr, and pushes him. Jayson looks annoyed, then shoves Sterling back. Sterling gets mad and swings at him, but Jayson catches him arm, spins him around and hooks the arms in a full nelson, jumps up and then sits down, smashing Lance's face into his knee!!] Tim: The Shatter Starr!!!! [Because of the oddly loud pop from the crowd, Trey looks in the ring and sees Lance laying out in the middle of the ring, and seizes the opportunity to make his move. He jumps on the apron, then runs over and hops onto the top rope. The crowd cheers as he jumps off for the moonsault as the lights cut out. The sound of Trey impacting can be heard, and the lights come back on, showing Michael covering Lance. Jayson dives down for the count.. as the crowd counts along..] 1!!!!! 2!!!!! 3!!!!! [Ding, Ding, Ding!] Tim: Trey hit the Lights Out and picked up the win!!! Amazing! Jeff: Yeah, with Jayson's help!!! Tim: So what? Lance shouldn't have been arguing with him! ["The World Is Not Enough" plays again as Jayson gets up, and Trey stands. They share a cold stare with each other for a moment, then Jayson flips backwards over the ropes and onto the outside. He makes his way to the back as Howitzer gets in the ring.] Tim: What a great match! Folks, we'll see you next week at King of Violence!! [Justin starts to stand on the outside, then slowly climbs in the ring. The screen cuts to Lance as it shows him coming to, and beginning to sit up.] [The lights suddenly go out.] Jeff: What is it now?! ["Electric Funeral" by Black Sabbath starts to play. It just plays the guitar riff as the arena stays in blackness. Then on the HWF Tron you see in purple, the phrase: "Beware the Shadows of Dusk..."]
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