 August 2, 2000
[The screen fades in from commercial to an idle HWF logo. All of a sudden, a HUGE explosion is heard and the shot goes to the inside of the Seagate Arena in Toldeo, Ohio; where "What You See/We All Bleed Red" by Mutha's Day Out is blasting through the PA system. All across the arena, fans are on their feet chanting "H-W-F, H-W-F". Inside the ring are Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson. They are looking around the building at all the fans, waiting for the noise to die down. When the chants come to a stop, and the music fades out, Tim lifts the micrpohone near his mouth.]
Tim: Ladies and Gentlemen of Ohio, welcome to the HWF's Radioactive WEDNESDAY!!
[Huge pop from the fans, followed by more various chants.]
Tim: I'm Tim Mil...
[Suddenly, "Good Girls, Bad Guys" by DMX hits the speakers. A bright, white spotlight shines on the entranceway where Johnny Drake appears. He's decked out in black Kikwear pants and a black leather jacket, with a white shirt underneath. Johnny looks up at Tim and Jeff, and motions for them to leave the ring. Both men do so, and take their respective seats at the announce table. In Johnny's hand is a microphone. His music fades out a little and he begins to address the crowd.]
Johhny: Changes, changes, changes. It seems like everything's changing here in the Hardcore Wrestling Federation. When I first got here, I never dreamed that it would be this big; this popular. I never dreamed that I'd actually quit the HWF and become a Vice President. I never even thought that this fed would make it this long, but it has through change. And in the tradition of the HWF, I would like to change things here tonight.
[The crowd cheers a little.]
Johhny: You see, ever since Chaz and I started to team up on this thing, we've felt that there is something missing. We've felt like there's a missing piece to the puzzle that we can't quite see. Well, after long hard hours of thinking, we eventually concluded upon what that certain something was. And HWF fans, I'd like to introduce that something right now. Shawn?
["Clubbed To Death" by Rob D is heard throughout the arena as the words 'Mr. Showtime' show up in green lettering on the HWF-Tron. Then the words 'Shawn Collins' follow it. The crowd expresses a mix of cheers and questioning among themselves. Then a medium-build man comes out of the back and into the entranceway. He is wearing a pair of khaki cargo pants, and a black sleeveless shirt that says in white lettering "I'm The Alpha And The Omega!" on the front, and "Dig It?" on the backside. The name "'Mr. Showtime' Shawn Collins" is also visible at the bottom of the backside of the shit. His face seems to have seen its share of battles, as it has a few scars. He feels his clean-shaven goatee with his left hand, while standing with his right hand on his waist. His short black hair looks to have been lazily combed, but still presentable. His black leather Lugz boots shine as the spotlight is on him. He smiles while motioning for a microphone, gets one, and holds it up to his mouth.]
Shawn Collins: What's up Toledo!?
[The crowd recognizes the cheap attempt at a pop, and scream at the top of their lungs at the sound of their hometown.]
Shawn: Thank you for your kind applause. And, thank you Mr. Drake for introducing me on this historical night in The Seagate Centre when one more change is taking place here in the Hardcore Wrestling Federation. That change, my good American friends, is I... 'Mr. Showtime' Shawn Collins! "Why is that such a big change?" is what you're all probably thinking right now. But, you see, I am not just here to wrestle. I am not here to show all those men in the back who the greatest wrestler in this fed is... NO! I am here to entertain you all once again... as your Commissioner!
[The crowd once again show a mix of cheer, anger and confusion as they hear these words come out of Shawn Collins' mouth.]
Shawn: I know this may confuse some of you. Those of you that know me must be feeling a sense of anger that I won't be in the ring anymore. But first, let me introduce myself to those of you who don't know me. I am Shawn Collins, a sports entertainer. I have been in such federations as the BAWF and the EWWF and many others. In the EWWF, you all may remember me as Hades... my other persona... my other side. However, that dreaded dark past is past me now, and I seeing that I need some time off wrestling, I have come to realize my true calling here in the Wrestling business: to be an Executive. To be in command. And I promise all of you out there, that I wont fail you! Anyways, since I can't work in an office... or on a desk, I figured I'd do my work in the ring. Therefore, as the Commissioner of the HWF, every week, I will be at each card if anything needs to be dealt with. And when I feel the need to put some spark in the show, I will grace you all with my presence out here. As for the wrestlers in the HWF, let me explain to you my duties as a Commissioner... I will be here to help any of you out whenever a problem comes up. And, sometimes, if the need be, I will alter a card or a match to fit the needs of all wrestlers involved. However, if any of you decide to insult or attack your Commissioner, I don't only have the whole Executive Committee on my side...but I am also a wrestler, and I wouldn't hesitate to kick your teeth in!
[Shawn smiles once again as he plays with his beard.]
Shawn: And now, without any further adieu... LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!
["Clubbed To Death" by Rob D starts playing again. Shawn Collins points to the front of his shirt, turns around on one foot, lands on both feet and then points to the back of it. He then throws his hands in the air, and walks back into the backstage area with Johnny Drake.]
Tim: Let me be the first to welcome Shawn Collins to the Hardcore Wrestling Federation!
Jeff: Kiss-ass.
Tim: Excuse me?
Jeff: It's a new commissioner, so what? Let's get onto the card...too much talking on these shows.
Tim: Well, this should be a good one for sure. Carnage is an up and coming rookie and Adam has already proved himself as a member of TNG: The Next Gen.
Jeff: I like The Next Gen, Tim.
Tim: I'm sure you do Jeff...
[The first chords of "Wake Up" play and there is a huge pyrotechnic explosion and the song continues as red lights flash on and off. The words, "Walk the Path" briefly appear on the screen and are soon replaced by "Face the Wrath!" before the chords leading up to Zach de la Rocha yelling the words "Come On!" and the word "CARNAGE" flashes across the screen and Bill Carnage makes his way out onto the entranceramp. He runs and slides into the ring and climbs onto the turnbuckle and manipulates the thumb and forefinger of his free hand into a "C" shape as fire explodes from every ringpost except for the one he is standing at.]
Tim: WHOA! Quite an impressive entrance right there, wouldn't you say Jeff?
Jeff: Huh?
["Last Resort" plays over the loud speaker as the lights dim and blue
smoke rises from the entrance way. "Big" Doug Styles steps forward with
his arms crossed. He stands in the middle of the isle for a moment then
steps aside and Russell walks out with his arms in the air holding a
bottle of "Absolut" Vodka. The people are going crazy with boo's, as
trash is tossed towards Russell and lands in the isle. Walking ahead of
Russell, Styles walks towards the ring, glancing at a few unruley fans
on the way. Russell gets to the steps, climbs up and raises his arms
int he air pointing at himself. A big smile arises on his face as more
trash comes flying towards the ring. Russell enters the ring and
stretches in the corner as the ring lights back up.]
Jeff: Now, there's an entrance.
Tim: Yeah, I know, check out than fan reaction!
Jeff: Alright, I get it...Shut-up...
[The bell sounds as Russell and Carnage walk out to center ring towards one another. The ref says something to each of them, and the two lock up. Carnage forces Russell back to the ropes and breaks the hold. Carnage chops Russell a couple of times and then sends off the ropes on the other side. Russell comes back but gets caught in a back body drop. Russell gets up right away but Carnage is ready. He punches Adam right back down, but Russell bounces up. Carnage punches him down again, but Russell gets right back up. Carnage kicks Russell in the stomach and grabs him in a front chancery. He maneuevers him around the other way and hits a picture perfct neckbreaker.]
Jeff: Oh! Russell needs to get out of there and in a hurry.
[Russell takes Jeff's advice and slides out of the ring, while holding his head. Doug Stlyes walks over to console him. Carnage takes one look at the two on the outside of the ring and runs against the opposite ropes. He bounces off and dives over the top rope onto both Styles and Russell. The three men ricochet off of each other and land on the ground. Carnage gets up, slides into the ring, and poses for the crowd.]
Tim: It looks like Bill Carnage is in total control of this matchup Jeff.
Jeff: Right now he is, but it won't last, Russell's been around way too long to let some green rook come in here and take his spot.
[Adam gets back up before Styles does and helps Doug to his feet. Carnage looks over at the men again and runs agaisnt the opposite ropes. This time, instead of going over, Carnage attempts a baseball slide dropkick under the ropes. Russell moves out of the way and Bill lands on his feet. Adam ducks a clothesline and plants Carnage on the outside with a spinebuster. He starts laying in the stomps as the ref tries to get him back inside.]
Jeff: I believe I will rest my case.
Tim: Rest your case? We're only five minutes into the match!
Jeff: Yeah, but did you see the impact on that Spinebuster?
[Adam picks Carnage up to his feet and rolls him in the ring. He slides in himself and brings Bill up to a vertical base. Adam punches Carnage a few times and then locks on a standing head scissors. He grabs around Carnage's waist and picks him up vertical. Russell looks around at the crowd and then plants Carnage with a piledriver right in the center of the ring.]
Tim: Ouch, nice Piledriver there by "Absolut".
[Adam stands up and pulls Carnage up with him. He locks on a front facelock and throws Bill's near arm over his head. He hooks Carnage's near leg and lifts him up. A few seconds later, Russell drops down to the mat with a stiff fisherman's buster. He rolls over onto Bill's chest and the ref slides into place.]
[One......Two....KICKOUT!!]
Jeff: Two count! Pretty close pin for this early in the matchup. He's really wearing on him.
Tim: Good point, Jeff.
[Russell gets up to his feet and pulls Carnage up as well. He irish whips Bill to the other side and quicklt picks him up in a standing fireman's carry. Bill starts to kick his legs but Adam holds on. Carnage resorts to gouging Russell's eyes before slipping out the back and planting Russell with an inverted DDT. The crowd pops a little as Carnage struggles to his feet, and then falls back on top of Adam.]
Tim: What was that?
[One.....Two...Th..KICKOUT!!]
Jeff: WHOA! He almost got him there, Russell doesn't look like he prepared for this one.
[Carnage looks down at Russell who's gasping for air. He looks around at the crowd and then brings Adam to his feet. Adam drops down to his knees, which gets some scattered boo's from the fans. Carnage says something to the ref and then walks back over to Russell, who low blows him.]
Jeff: Brilliant!
[The fans start to boo Russell again, who picks up Carnage in another fireman's carry and spikes him down with a death valley driver. arnage grabs hold of his head and rolls to the corner. Adam signals to "Big" Doug and Styles jumps onto the apron. Russell walks over to the corner and digs some sort of Vodka bottle out from underneath the camera's view. He turns around to Carnage who is sitting, bronco-buster style, in the corner. Adam windups with the bottle but gets kicks right in the groin. He drops the bottle and Carnage crawls forward on top of him. Styles hops off the apron and the ref turns around.]
Tim: This could be it!
[One......Two......Thr..KICKOUT!!]
[Carnage gets up and signals the cut-throat sign. He picks up Russell and whips him to the ropes. Russell bounces back but Carnage catches him with a rib crunching knee to his abdomen. Russell is hunched over in pain as Carnage follows up with a Fameasser.]
Tim: Carnage has layed Russell out with the Carnival of Horrors!
Jeff: Looks like he's gonna finish him off with the Wrath of Carnage now.
[Carnage grabs Russell's hair and lifts him to his feet. Carnage then executes a wrap around DDT on the beat down Russell. A smile then cracks across Carnage's face as he knows he's won this match.]
Jeff: That's it. It's over, Carnage just needs to make that cov...
[Just then "Circus" by (hed) pe blares over the speakers as Carnage and the rest of the arena turns towards the entrance way.]
Tim: What the hell is going on now?
Jeff: I don't know Tim, but I'll bet we're about to find out.
[As the song continues, a marquee scrolls across the HWF-Tron.]
Tim: It says... "Turn around bitch"...
[Everyone then looks back to the ring as Carnage slowly turns around to come face to face with....a clown?]
Jeff: What the f...
[The clown gouges Carnage's eyes. Bill staggers back nursing his poked eyes as the clown hops forward and delivers a thunderous superkick to Carnage's groin. Carnage just dropped like a toilet seat!]
Tim, Jeff, Crowd: OOOOOOOOOW!
[The clown then picks Carnage back up and gets him in a Russian Legsweep position. He then hoists him up and plants him with a reverse Rock Bottom.]
Jeff: That had to hurt.
["Absolut" Adam Russell sits up to see Carnage layed out by this odd clown. The clown helps Russell to his feet and extends his arm in friendship. Russell shakes the clown's hand. Just then the clown knees Russell in the groin and pulls him into a single underhook implant DDT. Both Carnage and Russell are motionless. The clown pulls Carnage next to Russell and pins them both. The ref counts, one...two...three.]
Jeff: It looks like he won this match.
Tim: He's not even a part of this card!
[The clown signals for a mic. Jeff gets up from his seat and tosses the clown a microphone. The clown picks the mic up and walks to a corner. He jumps on the top turnbuckle and sits down. He then pulls the mic up to his mouth as the crowd becomes silent.]
CLOWN: Now I know the everyone in Seagate Centre in Toldeo, Ohio along with the rest of the wrestling world is wondering who the hell I am. Well I'll tell you who I am so shut your mouth and open your fucking ears cuz I'm only gonna say it once.
[The clown pauses for a moment.]
CLOWN: I'm Shaggy 2 Dope!
[The crowd is totally silent. After a short pause of confusion and disbelief a fan in the front row stands up and shouts.]
Audience Member: Really?
CLOWN: No... I'm just playing fuck nuts. My name is Frank Rizzo.
Audience Member: .... oh.
RIZZO: Now sit the fuck down I'm not done yet.
[The man sits back down as Rizzo continues.]
RIZZO: Four days ago on Suicide I saw a man named "Relentless" Rob Blackwell come out to the ring and destroy Loc Dog and some other bitch named The Iceman. He said he was going to remove the trash from this federation, and believe it or not, I'm here for the same exact reason! To remove the trash from the HWF!
[The crowd pops.]
RIZZO: Trash like Carnage, and Russell need to be taken out.
[Rizzo walks over to the unconscious Carnage.]
RIZZO: So next Wednesday we're gonna have a match bitch. Now I know your pathetic ass is knocked out so I'll leave you a little note so you don't forget.
[Rizzo rips off Carnage's shirt and pulls out a black permanent marker from his pocket. Rizzo then begins to write on him.]
Tim: What is that mad man writing?
Jeff: I don't know, let's see if we can get a cameraman to get a closer look.
[A camera then zooms in as Rizzo is writing on Carnage's chest.]
Tim: It says "Match Wednesday, Rizzo vs. Carnage."
[Rizzo stands up and just looks at them. He smiles for a moment, then flips Carnage onto his stomach. He then grabs Russell's hand and puts it on Carnage's ass. He laughs momentarily then uncaps the marker again. Rizzo then begins to write on "Absolut" Adam Russell's chest.]
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