 July 22, 2000
[The Saturday Suicide theme, "Last Resort" by Papa Roach, hits the PA system of the Eagle's Ballroom, signaling the beginning of the HWF's Saturday Suicide! Inside "The Rave" (a.k.a. The Eagles Ballroom) we find 1500 rabid wrestling fans, fist-a-pumping with a deafening "H-W-F!" chant. The camera then focuses on the commentators table at ringside.]
Tim: WELCOME TO SATURDAY SUICIDE!
Jeff: Man, I'm glad you're back…
Tim: Why, thank you Jeff.
Jeff: Don't get all froggy with me, it's just that Tony Bradshaw isn't as easy to make fun of as you are… Welcome back, old buddy!
Tim: Thanks for the compliment…schmuck.
Jeff: What'd you say?
Tim: Huh? Are you having hearing troubles? Anyway, we're here in Milwaukee, Wisconsin and ready to cross all the limits!
[The Eagle's Ballroom lights fade, and multicolored strobe lights pulsate. "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blasts from the PA system and Lance Sterling walks slowly out from the curtains, mic in hand. He is wearing his wrestling attire, and is oblivious to the fan's boos which echo around him. Sterling climbs in the ring and raises his hands in victory, getting even more boos from the crowd. As the music dies down, Sterling speaks]
Lance Sterling: Milwaukee...welcome to Suicide is....hahaha no. HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, Milwaukee! Are you all ready to get HARDCORE?
[Crowd cheers]
Lance Sterling: Thought so. Are you all ready to watch me kick the hell out of Michael Trey here tonight and get back MY HWF World Title?
[A deafening chant of "Hell No!"]
Lance Sterling: You people are morons, you know that? Trey never won the belt from me in the first place, why the hell should all you idiots rally behind him instead of being a TRUE champion; me? I slaved away for you people! I put my life on the damn line just so you morons can get some excitement in your lives each and every weeks! And this is the thanks that I get? You people rally behind a... a NOBODY like Michael Trey, instead of me? Well, let's just see EXACTLY what went down at King of Violence, and how that dastardly villain Trey managed to screw me out of the HWF title. Roll tape.
[Sterling points to the HWF-Tron, which begins to show the following clip from the King of Violence Main Event: A teal light shines in the entrance way as Blake Frost emerges. He walks down the ramp and to the announcing table. He takes Lance Sterling's World Heavyweight Championship and walks over to the referee. He nails the referee with the title and begins walking off with it. A teal lighting lights the arena as Sterling sees this and climbs down the rope ladder. He makes his way down the ladder and steps onto the floor. He runs after Frost. He taps Frost on the shoulder as Frost quickly turns around and levels Sterling with the Championship. He picks up Sterling and drags Sterling by the hair over to the pool. The air conditioning has gone back to normal as the EMT team is loading Starr onto the stretcher. The begin to wheel him back as Frost tosses Sterling onto the electrified barbwire. Frost runs over to the referee and wakes him up. He sees Sterling on the barbwire and calls for the bell. Sterling rolls off of the barbwire cargo net and onto the floor. He begins to gain his strength back as he hears the announcement that Michael Trey is the new HWF Champion]
Lance Sterling: Cut tape! Now you've all seen, with your own two eyes, the heinous crime that happened to me at King of Violence. You all saw how Michael Trey blatantly CHEATED to win the HWF title. And now, here tonight, I'll get my revenge! Here tonight, Trey, I'm gonna show you that you're winning the HWF title was just a fluke, and should never have happened. Everybody in this arena knows full well that I should have beaten you--
[The crowd begins to chant "Bullshit!"]
Lance Sterling: SHUT THE HELL UP! You all saw the tape, you all know that son of a bitch cheated his way to victory! But it's not going to be the same tonight. Over my dead body! Trey, you bastard, I hope you're getting good and ready for tonight's main event, cause it'll be the last time you get near the HWF title. Your ass is mine, you bastard. Here, tonight I'm going to show you why I am more than that damn good...I'll show you why I'm the greatest! You bastard, tonight you'll get a director's cut, and then I'll once again be the HWF champion. And there is nothing you can do about it!
[Sterling smiles evilly at the crowd and drops the mic to the mat. He goes to step out of the ring, but when you expect Sterling's music to hit, suddenly...]
[The lights begin to flash on and off in an almost strobe like effect, starting slowly but building faster within seconds. Sterling turns to the entryway, waiting to see what happens. A voice booms over the loudspeakers...]
"YOU'VE FORGOTTEN..."
Tim: What?!
Jeff: No! Damn Trey, you stay out of "The Greatest"'s interview!
[The lights go out for good. "Sleep Now In The Fire" by Rage Against The Machine begins to play over the PA. The guitar starts alone, the arena still dark. Then the drums kick in and red and silver lights flash crazily all over. You hear Michael Trey scream "SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!" and the entire band begins to play as the HWF-Tron explodes into flames as Michael enters the arena! The crowd is going nuts for Trey as he steps out holding the HWF World Title over one shoulder and a mic in his opposite hand. He strides out to the middle of the entryway as the first verse continues. The chorus beats kick in again and pyro goes off, flames going all around Trey! The pyro ends after a few moments, and Michael raises the mic to his mouth.]
MICHAEL TREY: Sterling... Sterling... Sterling. You still come out here each and every week, forcing the fans to listen to your little spiel. Man, when you were the champ, at least you had a right to. At least you had a decent reason. But now, who would want to listen to you?!
[Sterling gets pissed and starts yelling at Michael, telling him to bring it to the ring.]
MICHAEL TREY: Not now, Sterling. Later. Tonight. But let's just take a little look here, Lance. Let's see... you're no longer a tag champion. You're no longer the World champion. You don't even have your little band of losers, The HWF's Finest. All you've got is a washed up shell of a B-rate movie star. That's it. No wrestling, no acting. Nothing.
[Sterling starts to yell and scream at Michael again, but Trey holds up his hand to silence him.]
MICHAEL TREY: Don't start, Sterling. You find out how hot the fire is tonight... you has-been.
[This sends Sterling over the edge. He hops over the ropes and begins to chase Michael into the back.]
Jeff: How DARE that Sterling-want-to-be insult Greatness!
Tim: Oh, give it a rest.
Jeff: I'm OUTRAGED. I'm... I'm... I'm REALLY outraged!
[The HWF-Tron cuts on as the words: "Total Annihilation: 10/25/98" appears in the bottom-right corner.]
[Torch's theme plays and he comes to the ring]
Mike Mayday: Hi Torch. Thanks for coming tonight. First things first, what is going on with your career at the moment?
Torch: Well Mike, as you saw on Slammin last Saturday, I got VERY badly injured by Star War...I mean The Empire. So I am taking a few weeks off to let myself heal.
Mike Mayday: So you're not going to be wrestling for a while now?
Torch: Yes, that's correct. I can't compete with injuries like I have now. Star Wa...I mean The Empire may think they're all big and bad because they took me out of the scene for awhile, but think about it. It took like 7 men to take me down. What they did proves nothing. I don't know where Flame was during this match to come out with Weiser and Nightmare, but I sure could've used his help.
Mike Mayday: Just where do you think Flame was during you're match?
Torch: Well mike, I don't know. He might've been in the locker rooms waiting to attack his next victim, and didn't think I was good enough to help him. Or maybe he was in Star War....I mean The Empire's locker room having a victory celebration...
Mike Mayday: So what are you saying?
Torch: What I'm saying is the Firestarters are OVER! I've had enough bullshit from Flame about me accusing him of things, and I've reached the limit. From now on, I will be wrestling in singles competition only!
Mike Mayday: Oh my god! The greatest tag team in the history of IWF/XCW is dissolved!!! What are your final comments on this Torch?
Torch: Well, Flame, Star W...I mean Empire, when your time comes, you can and
will...FEEL THE BURN!
[Torch leaves]
[The HWF-Tron cuts to black.]
Tim: What is that crap?
Jeff: I know it's not the Greatest, that's for sure.
Tim: Okay, Jeff...
[The lights go out and spotlights scan the crowd. The crowd is silent. The beginning guitar from "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana plays. Then crashing thunder is heard and a piece from The Real Slim Shady by Eminem "It's the return of the, no wait, your kidding, he didn't say what I think he did, did he?" and then the thunder crashes again. The crowd does not know what to expect. Then, "Stain" by Full Devil Jacket blasts over the speakers and a man steps out from the shadows, as the crowd sees, it is the Diamond Stud himself returning, Nick Diamante! The crowd roars. Nick Diamante throws his leather jacket into the crowd, showing a Diamond Stud shirt for the first time in a while instead of an X-Tremists shirt. The crowd is going wild as Nick flexes at the top of the ramp and a string of pyros shoot off. Diamante runs to the ring, high fiving fans on the way...]
Nick Diamante: It's great to be back! What a great place to return, here in Milwaukee, Wisconsin! Now, I am going to explain my actions.
Starr, he turned on my friends, the X-Tremists. I knew my feud with him was never quite finished. I am here, for revenge, and on business. I am one hundred and ten percent, and ready for action.
There is one thing I have to address. That is John Justice. You see John, I just helped you out, and seeing as you and I are pretty tight, I think you would agree that I deserve a King of Violence title shot! I think it's only fair seeing as how I was not even involved in the tournament, so I deserve this one. So, I am asking for a title shot, and whether you grant it or not is up to you, but things might turn bad if you don't... Now, I have more ass to kick!!
Tim: Diamante is back!! What a night and we haven't even had any matches!
[Commercials]
[The lights of the arena go out as The show is just getting ready to start. A bright flash of blue is seen and the words...."Fuck you I won't do what you tell me" blare over the speakers. The new Generation of HWF fans have no clue but the true HWF fans stand to their feet cheering as Extream walks out from the back and makes his way to the ring with a mixed response. He gets to ring side and shakes the announcers hands and grabs a mic. Rolling in the ring he yells, Its all getting started.]
Extream: Well HWF, you have heard enough long winded speeches from your so called superstars. So I won't bore you to death here.
You know it seems my little friend Ryan McShane has a problem with me. He seems to think he would have been better off without me. Well boy without me you wouldn't even be here. I gave you this chance. I talked to Chaz personally to get you signed, and you don't need me. Fuck That.
[The fans cheer at the old Extream vulgarities. As Extream rolls out of the ring and gets a chair and rolls back in.]
Extream: I've missed this thing. My nice black steel chair. I bet this thing could put one hell of a dent in your head McShane. The last thing I am going to say to you is you better watch your back. Cause tonight, this chair is swinging for your head.
[Extream walks back up the aisle with the chair and the support from the crowd.]
Tim: It sounds like Ryan McShane has made a BIG rookie mistake!
Jeff: Yeah, I wouldn't want to be him right now...
Tim: Well, fans, due to Jayson Starr's resigning, we only have two matches for you tonight. We apologize for this but we will be sure to make it up for you in the matches we do have. Ryan McShane faces Trevor Lasek.. NEXT!!
[Commercials]
Jeff: We're back and take a look above the ring!
[The camera shows the ring. Overtop of it is a scaffold, hanging from the rafters. Tables are stacked around the ring and the scaffold supports are on FIRE!]
[The sounds of a record being scratched hits the arena PA. The words "Killing In The Name Of" are screamed and a group of Rage songs blares over the PA as the loose cannon Ryan McShane makes his way out. He grabs a microphone and stands in the ring.]
McShane: You know Extream is out for blood right now, and this is not the type of match you want to have when you are worrying about Extream coming out. So I am out of here...
[As Ryan begins to make his way up the aisle to the booing of the crowd, "Rearranged" by Limp Bizkit cuts in and McShane stops in his tracks. Trevor Lasek runs down the aisle and nails McShane with a flying forearm. Lasek knocks McShane back into the ring apron. Lasek grabs McShane and rolls him into the ring.]
Tim: These guys are supposed to be on the scaffold, not in the ring!
[Lasek pulls Ryan to his feet and applies a standing head scissors. Lasek picks Ryan up onto his shoulders for a powerbomb. Ryan slips off and grabs a front face lock, nailing a DDT onto Trevor.]
Jeff: That's Extream's finisher, "Too the Extreme!" Ryan McShane is trying to get Extream mad!
Tim: I think Extream was mad along time ago.
[Ryan rolls Lasek over for a pin.]
Tim: Uh... I guess this match isn't a scaffold match after all.
[There's no referee at ringside. Finally, a ref runs down the aisle and dives in the ring.]
One......two......th.. KICKOUT!!!
Jeff: Trevor Lasek kicked out! Lasek kicked out!
[Ryan looks shocked and begins to argue with the referee. Lasek slowly crawls to McShane and grabs him in a quick roll up.]
One......two... kickout!
Tim: Only a two count for Lasek.
[McShane is quick to his feet after the surprise pin attempt. He charges at a slow moving Lasek. Trev drops at the last second and applies a drop toe hold on McShane, causing Ryan to go throat first into the second rope!]
Jeff: Ohh!
[McShane is draped over the second rope as Lasek gets to his feet. Trevor runs at the opposite ropes and comes back towards Ryan. He leaps to sit down on the back and neck of McShane but Ryan rolls over, causing Lasek to fly right through the ropes and to the floor. Ryan sees his opportunity and runs towards the turnbuckle. He leaps to the top and turns towards McShane. He dives off, somersaulting, and lands right on top of Lasek! They spill out on the floor as the fans chant "H-W-F! H-W-F!"]
Tim: Look out! What a move from Ryan McShane!
Jeff: This kid has no fears!
[Ryan slowly gets to his feet and grabs one of the tables set up at ringside. He pulls it away from the ring. He turns right into a punch to the stomach from Trevor. Ryan is keeled over and is drilled with a right uppercut. McShane falls back onto the table but doesn't break it. Trevor gets to his feet and scoots McShane onto the table. Lasek then climbs to the apron. He climbs to the second rope and begins bouncing as if for an Asai moonsault. McShane quickly rolls off the table and nails Trevor with a low blow.]
Tim: Low blow! Low blow!
[Trevor falls to the apron and Ryan climbs up onto it. Ryan pulls Trev to his feet and hooks his head and arm. Ryan goes for a suplex but Trevor blocks it. Trevor kicks McShane in the knee to stop the oncoming move and lifts Ryan into a sitting position on the top rope (not the turnbuckle). Trevor then steps onto the second rope in front of Ryan. The fans rise as they know a big move is coming.]
Jeff: What is that psycho going to do?!
[Trevor grabs the head of Ryan and leaps backwards, CRASHING through the table with a x-factor!!!]
[HOLY SHIT!]
Jeff: OH...MY...GOD!!!
Tim: GOOD GOD, HE'S DEAD!!!
[Both men are basically out of it. From the back, Extream appears.]
Jeff: Extream is here! Look out Rage!
[Lasek slowly, SLOWLY crawls to his feet. He pulls Ryan to his feet. The two lean on each other as Extream comes running. He cranks back with his chair and nails LASEK!!!]
Tim: WHAT!?
[Lasek falls forward into the arms of The Rage and McShane rolls him into the ring. McShane slowly gets in as Extream leaps over the rail and walks out through the crowd.]
Jeff: Extream has just given The Rage an almost definitely victory here!
[The Rage is resting on the top rope as Lasek slowly staggers to his feet. He gets up, facing away from Ryan. He stumbles around to see Rage, just as McShane jumps off. He grabs Trevor's head with a DDT!!]
Jeff: THE END!!!
Tim: Ryan hit The End!
[Ryan slowly rolls Trevor over.]
One......two......three!!!
Tim: Ryan McShane is your winner!
[Commercials]
Tim: Let's move on to our main event.
Jeff: You mean, Lance is about to wrestle?
Tim: Yes, Lance is about to wrestle.
Jeff: Whoo-hoo!!
[The arena's lights fade to black, and as multi-colored strobe lights begin to flash "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by The Scorpions hits the PA system, heralding Lance Sterling's entrance. After around thirty seconds of the music, Sterling appears in front of the curtains in his wrestling attire: black tights with golden trim, black elbowpads and kneepads, white wristbands, and black boots with gold-colored laces. Sterling pauses and, with his hands on his hips, looks around at the crowd, which proceed to greet him with a chorus of boos. Sterling slowly walks towards the ring and as soon as he climbs in he walks to its center and raises both hands in the air in a pose of victory, garnering even more boos from the audience, as his theme music fades out.]
Jeff: Yes! Yes! Sterling is live and in Milwaukee ready to beat that no good, undeserving, disappearing. . .
Tim: JUST SHUT THE HELL UP JEFF!!
Jeff: Huh?
Tim: You know as well as I do that Trey was nearly beaten to death; TO DEATH! And just because he hasn't been here for a few weeks and Trey has, you have to go and say some shit like that?
Jeff: I was just. . .
Tim: No you weren't!! SHUT UP!
["Sleep Now In The Fire" by Rage Against The Machine begins to play over the PA. The guitar starts alone as the lights go out. Then the drums kick in and red and silver lights flash all over the arena. You hear Michael Trey scream "SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!" and the entire band begins to play as the HWF-tron explodes into flames! Michael comes out and stands in the middle of the entraceway and raises his arms to the crowd, yelling at them during the first verse. The chorus beats kick in again and pyro goes off, flames going all around Trey! He comes running out, jumping and slapping hands as he enters the ring.]
Tim: Now, there's our HWF World Champion, whether you like it or not.
Jeff: NOT!!
[Jeff and Tim stare at each other for a few moments before another word is spoken.]
Tim: Let's just call the match, alright Jeff? C'mon, how often do you get to see Sterling versus Trey, huh?
Jeff: Whatever. . .
[DING, DING, DING]
Tim: Well, I hear the bell so let's get down to business.
[Both men walk towards the center on the ring. Trey still has the belt around his waist. He takes it off and lays it in the center of the ring, inbetween himself and Lance. The ref tries to grab the belt but Sterling steps on it. Trey looks down at Sterling's foot and laughs a little. Sterling bends over and picks up the belt. He looks at it for a moment and then drops it off to the side, where it is removed by the referee. Sterling turns back to Trey and says something. Trey looks at him with a dead stare and the two start circling each other. After a few seconds of circling the two lock up in a collar-elbow tie up. Trey gets the upperhand and backs Sterling to the ropes. The referee calls for a clean break and he gets one. A few fans clap in appreciation.]
Tim: Looks like Trey wants to make this a straight up wrestling match.
Jeff: He's not gonna get that here in the HWF. If Lance doesn't get him, there's probably ten or twenty guys in the back that will double cross him just to get to his level.
Tim: Wow, Jeff, I'm impressed.
[Sterling marches back to Trey and the two lock up yet again. This time, Sterling gets the upperhand and pushes Trey to the ropes. The ref calls for a clean break but Sterling doesn't give him one. The ref gets in the middle of the two and Lance plants an eyepoke, sending Trey down to one knee.]
Jeff: Oh, there ya go! Get 'em Lance. . .
[Lance follows up with a few right hands to the skull of Trey. Trey absorbs the shots and somehow gets back to his feet. Sterling plants a swift kick to the gut and then grabs Trey by the hair. He puls Michael in and scoop slams him near the ropes. Sterling stomps him a few times and then climbs up to the second rope. He points down at Trey and then jumps off for an elbow drop. Trey rolls out of the way and Sterling lands hard on his back. Trey looks at Lance for a moment and then goes bouncing off the far ropes. He comes back, but Sterling attempts a back body drop. Trey manages to float over to his feet. He locks on a rear chancerty, as if going for an inverted DDT, but instead turns to the side and hits a neckbreaker. Much like an inverted Twist of Fate.]
Jeff: Whoa!
Tim: That's one of the new moves he's been working on. It's the Soul Asylum!
Jeff: Whatever it was, it snapped Sterling's head back to the canvas.
[Trey gets up quick and pulls Sterling to his feet. He hooks on a headlock and runs to the far ropes. He scales the ropes, as if going for a tornado bulldog, but Sterling reverses in mid-move and hits a backsuplex into sitdown powerbomb. He grabs one of Trey's legs tight and goes for the cover.]
[1. . .2. .KICKOUT!]
Tim: Close cover after that beautiful Screw Bomb by Lance Sterling.
Jeff: Don't try getting on the Sterling bandwagon now Tim.
Tim: I'm not! I just. . .
Jeff: No, you didn't!
[Sterling grabs Trey by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He yells something at the fans, causing them to boo him. Sterling brings Trey to the corner and starts chopping him. With every chop, the fans let out their "WHOO" chant. Sterling lands a couple more chops and then irish whips Trey to the other side. Sterling runs after Trey, provoking Trey to try and leap back over Sterling with the use of the corner. Sterling gets about halfway there, stops in his tracks, and plants a low blow to Trey as he's coming down from the corner. The ref gets up in Sterling's face but lance doesn't even move.]
Tim: Dirty play there by Lance Sterling.
Jeff: Hypocrite.
[Sterling picks up the fallen Trey and put him in a standing head scissors. He lfits Trey up vertical and then executes and picture perfect jumping piledriver on him. Trey bounces off the mat and crawls over to the corner. The ref says something to Sterling, causing Lance to get in the ref's face and yells something. On the other side of the ring, Trey rolls under the ropes and climbs to the top. Sterling turns around, but is met with a Michael Trey missle dropkick. Sterling goes down hard, but Trey gets up and runs to the opposite corner. Sterling gets up and Trey jumps off the top turnbuckle again, hitting another missle dropkick. Once again, Trey is quick to his feet as Lance is slow to get up. Lance stumbles into a Trey kick and then into a standing head scissors. Trey poses for the crowd and then lifts up Sterling in a Canadian Backbreaker Rack. Trey hooks his hands underneath Sterling's armpits and quickly lifts him into a crucifix and then slams him to the mat. He falls on top of Sterling.]
Jeff: There's the Fiery End! Kickout Lance!! Kickout!!
[1. . .2. . . .KICKOUT!!]
Jeff: Whew. I knew Lance would find a way out of that one.
Tim: Do your lips ever get tired Jeff?
Jeff: What do ya mean?
Tim: Nothing. . .
[Trey grabs Sterling and brings him to a standing base. He backs Lance to the ropes and irish whips him to the other side. Lance comes off and Trey goes for a leapfrog. Lance amazingly catches Michael in a gorilla press and hits the Sterling Slam (press slam into powerslam right in the middle on the ring. Sterling lifts up Trey and sends him to the corner. Lance whips Trey to the other side. Trey flies into the turnbuckle hard. Sterling walks over to Michael and tries to whip him again. This time, however, Trey reverses it. The ref runs to the free corner, but Sterling reverses the whip again, and the referee gets squashed by Trey. Almost instantly, Sterling rolls to the outside of the ring for a chair. He slides back in, just as Michael Trey is getting up. Lance waits for Trey to turn around and then blasts him with that steel chair. The fans let out a chorus of boos.]
Tim: OH! That's bullshit Sterling! Beat him like a man.
Jeff: No, no, beat him like a dog Sterling! Beat him!!
[Sterling lands a few more chair shots on the fallen Trey's back. He drops the broken chair through the ropes to the outside. He starts to revive the ref, as you see a man running through the crowd to the ring. The man jumps over the guardrail and slides into the ring behind Sterling. He has one of the HWF Tag Team Title Belts in hand. The camera gets a close up shot and you see that it's none other than Corporate Nightmare.]
Tim: Corporate Nightmare? What's he doing here?
[Unsuccessful in his attempt to wake the referee, Sterling turns back around towards Trey. As he turns around, Nightmare runs at him and nails him with the Tag Team Title belt. Sterling flops down to the ground and Nightmare stands over him. After a few seconds of trash talking Nightmare drops the tag belt on Sterling. Trey, who has somehow gotten to him feet, taps Nightmare on the back. CN turns around and ducks a Trey clothesline. Nightmare, then, hits a standing side kick.]
Jeff: Yes!
Tim: The Nightmare on Elm Street? Why'd he do that?
Jeff: Because Trey tried to attack him.
Tim: Trey obviously wants this to be a one on one match. Something that we never see anymore in the HWF.
[The ref starts to stir, as Nightmare hops out of the ring and makes his way back through the crowd. Sterling looks over and Trey and then turns himself so that his right arm is in top of Trey's chest. The ref, who looks a little groggy, makes the count.]
Tim: NO! NOT LIKE THIS!!
[1. . . . 2. . . . . . .KICKOUT!!]
[The fans go crazy when they see this. Trey tries to pull himself to his feet as Sterling gets up and stumbles around the ring, swinging wild punches at nobody. Trey gets up and walks towards Sterling. Lance fires a right hand, but Trey blocks it and hits a right of his own. Sterling absorbs it and goes for another right hand. Once again, Trey blocks it and hits on of his own. Sterling gets hit with a few more punches and then falls back into the ropes. He comes off and goes for a clothesline. Trey ducks and somehow hits a standing side kick on Sterling. Trey collapses in the center on the ring. A wwhite spotlight hits and moves around the building. It eventually becomes fixed upon the HWF Tron.]
Tim: Who the hell are these people who keep messing with our lighting?
[The referee turns his attention away from Trey and Sterling and towards the entrance way. The HWF-Tron starts back up as the words "Saturday Suicide: 10/3/98" appear in the bottom-right hand corner.]
Mike Mayday: Here we go. Herscell very quickly with a running lariat. He grounds Flame with that. Look he's being technical in this matchup as he grabs a hold of Flame's arm for a cross-armbreaker!!!
Brains Heenan: No shit Mayday!!! Flame breaks the hold and gets to his feet. He runs off the ropes and goes for a big cross body block....But Herscell reverses it!!!! Oh my!! The cover 1......2......Flame rolls it over 1.......2....21/2 kickout by the Champ.
Mike Mayday: Herscell is being pulled to his feet by Flame. Flame slaps him across the face. Listen to the crowd reaction from that!!! That was not a popular move here this eveing. Flame setting Herscell against the ropes. He whips him across the ring. Herscell bounces off the ropes and is met with a big dropkick to his face. Herscell crashes down to the mat. He gets up again only to be dropkicked backed down by Flame!!!
Brains Heenan: Flame not being stupid in this one is going for the cover again 1.....2....and a kickout by Herscell!! Flame pulls "The Iron Rookie" to his feet. He kicks him in the stomache and irish whips him into the ropes yet again. Herscell bounces off the ropes and Flame goes for a Japanese arm drag. It's blocked a Herscell T-bone suplexes Flame right on the back of his head!!!! Hey Mayday, got a question for ya. Who gave Herscell that nickname "The Iron Rookie??"
Mike Mayday: I'll get to that in a minute. Herscell pulls Flame up. He goes behind Flame and gets a waist lock. He grabs the knee of Flame and pulls him up in the air and slams his knee on top of his. Very painful manouver by Austin Herscell!!! I believe the answer you were looking for is Matt Pepper, Heenan. Is he your new hero or something???
Brains Heenan: Isn't he everyone's???? Back to the actio.....
Mike Mayday: Wait a second. I wouldn't count him as a hero in my books. Herscell locks Flame in the corner. He's BEATING THE LIVING HELL OUT OF FLAME WITH HARD RIGHT HANDS!!!! Flame is staggered in the corner. Herscell pulls him up and places him on the top ropes. Herscell climbs up there. He lifts the chin of Flame and then delivers a knife edge chop!!! What a shot!!!
Brains Heenan: I can hear that all the way up here!!! Herscell locks Flame up on the top ropes. He picks him up...OH MY GOD!!! Fisherman Buster from the top ropes. That's got to be it!!! The cover 1......2....21/2 kickout!!!! Your gonna have to kill Flame to make him lose his match tonight!!!!
Mike Mayday: Herscell can't believe it!! He gets to his feet quickly. He grabs a handful of Flame's hair. He yanks the man to his feet. Herscell grabs Flame and knees him hard in the chest. He scoop slams Flame hard on the canvas. Herscell bounces himself off of the ropes and drops an elbow in the sternum of Flame. Flame clutches his throat as he gets pulled right back up to his feet.
Brains Heenan: Austin Herscell is really put together. He's following up his moves beautifully. He locks Flame in. He slams him down hard with a suplex. Herscell i guess decides to go to the top ropes! We don't see him up there much. Herscell flies off with a CROSS BODY and MISSES!!! Flame moved out of the way just in time.
Mike Mayday: Flame slowly is grabbing a hold of the top ropes. He pulls himself to his feet. He see's Herscell laying there on the mat. Flame takes his foot and places it on the face of Herscell. He spins his foot around on the face of Herscell. Can you just imagine how that must feel??? Someone driving their foot into your face. Flame goes down and wraps his hands across the throat of Herscell. It's a blatant choke hold. The referee is counting 1....2.....3....4 Flame has released the choke.
Brains Heenan: Flame's showing people something here tonight. He wants this match badly. He pulls Herscell up and whips him into the ropes. Herscell bounces off of the ropes and Flame takes the low road with a kick in the knee!!! Ouch!!! Herscell tumbles down. Flame is pulling Herscell up again.
Mike Mayday: He whips Herscell to the ropes again. Herscell rebounds off the ropes and Flame boots him in the chest. Flame sets him up between his legs. Looks like he is going for that Flame Bomb!!!!! He tries to pick Herscell up but Herscell revereses and Flame is back body dropped!!!!
Brains Heenan: Flame clutches his back as he gets up. Herscell grabs Flame's wrist and whips him to the ropes. Flame bounces off the ropes and THE MERRY GO ROUND TAKEDOWN!!!! Herscell covers 1......2.....3!!!!!
Mike Mayday: Nice win for Austin Herscell!!!!
[The HWF-Tron cuts to black and the spotlight disappears. Trey and Sterling are still motionless in the ring.]
Jeff: If I ever find that guy who keeps interrupting Lance Sterling matches, I swear to god I'll. . .
Tim: Easy there Jeff.
[Just then, a woman dressed in a red halter top and tight red leather pants walks down the aisleway. She has shoulder-length brown hair with a gold streak going through it. As she walks down to the ring, she blows kisses towards a few fans. She gets to the ring area and stands there, watching Michael Trey. A few catcalls are heard but nothing else.]
Tim: And who would this be?
Jeff: I don't know, but I like her!
[Trey starts to get up, and the ref turns back around towards the action. Trey walks to the near ropes and scales the turnbuckles. He waits for Lance to get up and then jumps off, attempting yet another missle dropkick. Sterling catches Trey's legs and slams hit to the mat. Sterling, who still looks lightheaded, steps over Trey's leg, twists his other one, and drops down; hooking on a reverse figure four leglock. The woman on the outside of the ring smiles a little.]
Tim: And there's the Hollywood and Vine by Lance Sterling. How can Michael Trey stand this pain?
Jeff: He can't! He's gonna give up! C'mon Lance, lock that on tight!!
[The ref is right in Trey's face. Sterling backs himself up in reaching distance on the ropes. The ref checks Trey, as Sterling grabs the bottom rope from the other side. Trey starts screaming out in pain. The ref asks him if he wants to give up, but Trey screams "NO". The ref looks over at Sterling, who is laying there casually, with the bottom rope shaking in th backround. He questions Lance and then goes back to Trey, who is not in as much pain as he was before. Lance, one again, slides his hands to the ropes and starts applies pressure. Once again, Trey screams and the ref asks if he wants to give up. Trey yells "NO" once again as Lance grabs the middle rope now and starts pulling. The ref quickly turns around and catches Lance. He tries to get Lance to break the hold but Sterling won't budge.]
Jeff: That's it Sterling, punish Michael Trey!
Tim: He's gonna get himself disqualified here.
Jeff: Let go of the hold Sterling! Let go!
[The ref pulls on Sterling's legs and then on his arms. Lance still won't release the hold or the ropes. Michael Trey is screaming out in pain. The ref looks at Trey, wind up, and kicks Sterling's arms off of the ropes.]
Jeff: Hey!
[Sterling falls to the side, allowing Trey to get out of the hold. Sterling gets up and yells at the referee. He pushes the ref into the corner but the ref pushes right back sending Sterling to the canvas. The crowd pops for this as the ref continues to yell at Lance.]
Jeff: What's he doing? He can't push or yell at Lance!
Tim: And why's that?
Jeff: Lance didn't even do anything wrong.
Tim: Lance has been cheating the whole match. Any other referee would have disqualified him ten times.
[Lance gets up and apologizes to the ref. He turns back around and picks up the fallen Trey. Sterling lands a few punches and then grabs Trey in suplex position. He lifts up Trey vertical, spins around in the opposite direction, and plants Trey with a front suplex/gourdbuster. Lance acts like he's wiping dirts off of his chest, as he smiles at the near camera. Sterling grabs Trey by the hair and pulls him back to the vertical base again. Sterling grabs Trey in a standing head scissors and lifts him up for a powerbomb. Trey slips out onto his feet and kicks Sterling in the stomach. He locks on a double underhook and spikes down Sterling with a double arm DDT. The fans let out wild cheers for this, as the woman outside the ring paces back and forth.]
Tim: FLASH OF PAIN!! He hit it!! This one is all over!! Cover him Trey!!
Jeff: Cover him Trey?
Tim: Yeah, like you're unbias.
[Trey acts as if he was going for the cover, but instead, Trey grabs Sterling by the hair and picks him up. He grabs one of Sterling's arms and locks it underneath his own legs. Trey grabs Sterling's other arm with his free arm, so now he has him in pumphandle position. Trey looks over at the woman on the outside of the ring. The woman blows a kiss to Trey. Trey disragards it and, instead, lifts up and spikes down Sterling in a modifed Emerald Fusion/K-Driller. The fans let out one of the biggest "OHHHH's" in wrestling history.]
Tim: There's the 7th Sign of the Apocolypse, a move I've seen both Espionage and Blake Frost do before!!
Jeff: Oh, and that means something?
Tim: Maybe. All I know is Trey needs to make the cover.
[Trey rolls over onto Lance. The ref slides in and makes the count.]
[1. . . . .2. . . . . .KICKOUT!!]
Jeff: YES!! Nice job Lance.
Tim: Dammit!
Jeff: Oh, okay. I see where we stand now.
[Trey stands up and yells "LIGHTS OUT!" The crowd cheers and starts chanting Trey's name. From the right of the screen, the woman on the outside jumps onto the apron. She starts causing a scene as the ref runs over to try and get her down. Michael Trey walks over to her as well; trying to get her down. Lance Sterling crawls over to the corner and start catching his breath at the unexpected interruption. The woman is screaming something at the referee and waving her hands in the air.]
Tim: Who the hell is this woman?
Jeff: I don't know, but someone should go get a camera under her.
[From the other side of the shot, a man slides into the ring with a chair. He's a muscular man with stringy black hair. He taps Trey on the back with the chair, as the woman hurls herself onto the referee over the ropes. Trey turns around and the manplants a chair shot to Trey's midsection. He quickly drops the steel shair on the ground and locks on a double underhook head scissors. the ref sees none of this because of the woman. The man yells something down at Trey and then lifts him up in a vertical doube underhook position. The man falls backwards and slams Trey in front of his body, impacting him with a double underhook x-factor on the steel chair.]
Tim: Who is this guy?
Jeff: What's going on here? I can't keep up with everything.
[The man quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs the steel chair. He ducks down by the apron, out of the ref's view. Sterling looks over at the downed Trey as the woman finally gets off of the apron and stands yelling something at Trey. Lance starts crawling over to Trey. He collapses on top of him and attempts another pinfall.]
Tim: After everything that's happened here tonight. With the attack by Corporate Nightmare, the Hollywood and Vine leglock, the Flash of Pain, the video on the HWF Tron, the constant cheating by Lance Sterling. . .
Jeff: Hey!
Tim: After all of that, it's gonna end like this?
[The ref turns towards Sterling and Trey. He does a double take for a second and then slides into position.
Tim: NO!
[1. . . . . .2. . . . . . . .3!!]
Jeff: YES!
Tim: Dammit!
Announcer: Here is your winner... and **NEW** Hardcore Wrestling Federation Champion... Lance Sterling!!!!
Tim: This sucks! Who in the hell was that guy?!
Jeff: I don't know, but Lance is the champ again! He truly is, the greatest!
[The mystery man from before slides in the ring, as Sterling recieves his newly-won HWF title and holds it up high as the crowd swarms him with boos. The man starts stomping on Trey, as Sterling also starts doing the same, and the girl from before climbs into the ring. The man stands up Trey, and holds one of his arms. He says something to Sterling, and Lance grabs the other arm. The woman walks up to Trey, then gets up in his face. She says something to the semi-awake former champion, then proceeds to plant a passionate kiss on him.]
Jeff: Whoa! Michael Trey's lucky, champion or not!
[She breaks the kiss, then backs up a little. Then, she brings her leg back and lands a football-punt-style kick to his groin!]
Tim, Jeff and crowd: OHHHHHH!!!!!!
[She smirks at Trey, then walks over to the corner to watch. Sterling lets go of Trey's arm, and the other guy turn towards Trey and applies a standing head scissors. He picks up Trey for a powerbomb, and slams him HARD to the mat.. but keeps holding onto his legs. The man then locks on a Sharpshooter, and ELEVATES it (like the Liontamer) then pushes down and pulls back on his legs applying tons of pressure, as Trey screams in pain.]
Tim: Stop this dammit!!! Trey doesn't deserve this!
Jeff: Sure he does! He decided to mess with the greatest, now his ass is paying for it in full force!
[Lance yells for a mic, and one is thrown to him. He catches it, then walks over to Trey while he is in the submission hold. Sterling gets down on his knees with the HWF belt, and holds it up to Trey's face.. smothering it in his face, then put the mic up to his own mouth and begins speaking..]
Lance Sterling: How does it feel now, you son of a bitch? How does it feel to know that you've lost your title belt back to the REAL HWF world champion? Not like you did anything with it anyways. But now I've done what I promised since King of Violence, Trey. I beat your sorry ass, and I am once again the HWF World Champion! And you will NEVER touch my belt EVER again! I promised you that you'd just be forgotten after tonight, and I always keep my promises. Because I am Lance Sterling, and I'm more than that damn good...I..AM THE GREATEST!
[Sterling administers one more kick to Trey's midsection, and then grabs the HWF world title. He holds it up in the air, getting a ton of boos from the fans in attendence. Sterling walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope, thrusting the belt above his head and yelling out "I am the greatest!"]
Tim: This is sickening.
Jeff: No, this is great! Lance Sterling has finally done what he said he was gonna do, and that was regain the world title!
Tim: But, who is that guy?
[Finally, the mystery attacker releases the painful lock on Trey and Trey drops to the floor. He walks over and Sterling hands the microphone to him. He holds the mic up to his lips and starts talking to the crowd.]
Man: (pointing down at Trey) You see this?! This little piece of shit made the mistake of fuckin' wit' one of the best in the biz, Lance Sterling. And you can't ever fuck wit' one of the best without expecting some kind of ass-kickin' in the near future. See, that's the price you pay for tryin' to be a badass. You lost your HWF Title, AND recieved one of the most painful ass-whippins you'll ever get by myself, Sterling, and my lovely girlfriend.. Crystal over there. You can't... (kicks him in the side) FUCK with us Trey! Don't you get that?! You can't do it and expect to live.
Tim: Who the hell does he think he is!
Jeff: Whoever he is, he just put Trey down hard.
Man: And to all you other wannabes in the back that think they're all hot stuff, and that they can fuck with the best... come on and step up to the plate and get destroyed by me. Ya'll ain't ready. I am the man, that can single-handedly accomplish everything and more a hundred times better than what my sorry excuse for a brother, Jayson...never could.
Tim & Jeff: WHAT?!
Man: Yeah, you all heard me. I didn't fuckin' stutter.
Tim: He's Jayson Starr's BROTHER?!!
Man: You have NO idea how hard it was growin' up with that fuckin' pansy. Always whinin' about every-little-fuckin'-thing, and was fuckin' spoiled from birth. And the sonofabitch is OLDER than me! While he was expectin' everythin' to be handed to him.. I was TAKIN' the shit I wanted. No one could stand up to me. I was so god damn embarrassed of his sorry-ass, that I even changed my last name so nobody would affiliate myself with him. And THEN, just three days ago.. I saw that the peice of shit up and fuckin QUIT the HWF cause he couldn't handle the pressure of not being liked. Well, I don't care WHAT any of you think... FUCK YOU ALL!
[The crowd responds with a chorus of boos]
Man: ...da FUCK UP! No one asked for any of your bitch-ass reactions. (looks down at Trey, who is now slightly moving on the ground) Oh, you got life now bitch? (soccer-kicks Trey dead in the face, as blood flies from Trey's mouth) THAT'll teach you to fuckin' survive, motherfucker! GOD you make me fuckin' sick. You forgotten bastard. (kneels down by Trey) Ya know... lemme ask you a question. How can you live with yourself each and every day... how can you even GET UP in the morning.. KNOWING you suck? I mean, personally I couldn't stand it if I were you. (stands back up) And for the rest of you... you jackasses down in the annoucement booth, the peices of shit in the back, the gay-ass owners of this pitiful organization, and all you sorry.. good-for-nothin'...low-life... bottom-feedin'... sacks of shit in the audience...
[Crowd boos louder]
Man: Yeah yeah.... anyway.... to ALL of you.. in a very short amount of time, you'll all learn to bow down to the force that's greater than you. You'll learn either the easy way, or the hard way.. to bow down to your master, "THE Master"... Chris Landry.
[With that, Landry drops the mic and starts stomping Trey. Sterling joins in on the action and Crystal gets a few shots in as well. The fans let out boos as the three continue to beat on Trey. Crystal looks down at Trey, blows another kiss, and then steps out of the ring and over to the announce table. She starts telling Tim and Jeff something, but the cameras don't pick it up. Just then, the lights go totally black in the arena. The whole crowd is silent until "Hells Bells" by AC/DC hits the speakers in the arena. Simultaneously, a cross which has appeared in the ring during the darkness BURSTS into flames. The lights come back up and Blake Frost steps off the cross in flames!]
Tim: Holy Shit!!
[Sterling looks over at Blake and runs at him. Blake nails a right hand. Landry runs over at Blake, but also gets punched. Sterling slides to the outside of the ring and starts to go digging underneath the apron. Landry backs away from Frost but gets caught in the corner. Sterling pops back up with a fire extinguisher and slides in. Frost turns around and gets blasted with the extinguisher right in the face. Sterling wildy lets the thing fly onto Frost and Trey. When the smoke clears, literally, all the fire has been put out and Sterling and Landry are continuing to stomp Frost and Trey.]
Tim: How'd they get the upperhand here?
Jeff: I don't know, but they did and I'm happy.
[Landry and Sterling lay in a few more stomps and then pose victoriously over Blake Frost and Michael Trey. Frost start to get up, but both men start unleashing on him with fierce punches and kicks. The lights suddenly out again and the fans' lighters go into the air.]
Tim: Who the hell is this?
[The arena is left in about 5 seconds of silence and darkness before, creepily over the speakers the chorus from Slipknot's song Scissors plays; - "Biding my time, until the time is right". This is repeated and displayed in dark crimson font on the HWF-tron while a scratched b-grade horror film intro effect accompanies it as well as the 5 number countdown , untill the last bit changes to "Biding my time.....IT'S TIME!!" Flash photography flashes all around the arena as you see two figures jump the barricade either side of the commentary desk.]
Tim: What was that?
Jeff [At the top of his lungs]: Sterling, WATCH OUT!!
Tim: Sit down and shutup man.
[As the camera's continuly flash in the now silenced arena the two men slide into the ring right behind Sterling and Landry, who are still beating on Frost. The camera's continue to flash as the men stand up right behind them. Suddenly as the lights cut on the song "Eye for an Eye" by Soulfly blasts onto the speakers.]
Tim: It's ESPIONAGE, it's ESPIONAGE!!
Jeff: That's not Espionage, that man there's about 100 pounds Heavier than Howitzer and that's just not Shrapnel, I'm telling you; just because it's their music doesn't mean them two men are them.
Tim: Face it, it's not the mystery man it's the Mystery MEN, unlike you I was clued in. They've been in intense training and have put on quite a bit of weight.
[The cameramen scroll around to a front view of them, it's doesn't exactly look like Espionage though. But it is, as Howitzer and Shrapnel give a quick tap on the shoulders of Lance and Chris. They turn around and see Espionage standing before them. Both Sterling and Landry get a pissed off look on their faces and charge at them. Both Howitzer and Shrapnel duck a clothesline and plant a kick. They irish whip both Lance and Chris to the ropes. In stereo, both members of Espionage hit HUGE back body drops.]
Tim: WHOA!
[Espionage quickly picks up the two men. Shapnel pounds Landry back to the ground and Howitzer lifts up Sterling in a Canadian Backbreaker Rack. Shrapnel yells something out loud as the fans pop in anticipation.]
Jeff: They're going for the Mine Field, get out of there Lance!!
[Shrapnel comes off the ropes, but gets speared by Chris Landry. Sterling slips out of the rack and low blows Howitzer. The fans boo as both Sterling and Landry set up Espionage. Sterling hooks Howitzer in suplex position as Landry locks on a pumphandle on Shrapnel. Both men lift up their opponents, and both men spike them back down with modified Michinoku Drivers.]
Jeff: Director's Cut and. . .whatever Landry wants to call that other one!!
Tim: Oh shut up!
[Almost instantly, Howitzer and Shrapnel get back up to their feet, causing Lance and Chris to freak out and flee the ring. Frost stands up next to Espionage and Trey is soon to follow. "Rock You like a Hurricane" hits the PA as Chris Landry, Crystal, and Lance Sterling walk up the entrance way holding the World Title in the air victoriously. The camera cuts to the ring where the reunited Forgotten Souls stand staring at the three walking away. The camera cuts to a close up of Michael Trey. Sweat runs down his face as he stares at Sterling. He whispers the words "It's not over" as the camera fades out to an idle HWF logo. The music fades out and the logo cuts to a black screen.]
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