 August 5, 2000
[We fade in to "The Odeum" in Chicago, Illinois amongst roughly 1500 people, drunk to beat hell, rabidly chanting "HWF! HWF!" In the ring, Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson stand, each with their microphone.]
Tim: WELCOME EVERYONE.... THIS IS THE HWF IN CHICAGO ILLINOIS!!!
[The fans go nuts]
Tim: THIS IS SATURDAY... SUICIDE!!!
[More cheers]
Tim: I'm Tim Miller and...
[Cheers for Jeff as he slowly raises the microphone to his mouth.]
Jeff: ...and I am THE best damn commentator on the planet... Jeff "Last night I met a broad, from right here in Chicago... When we got in bed all I had to say was BLOW!"
[JEFF! JEFF! JEFF!]
Jeff: *smirking* Robinson...
Tim: *also smirking* God, why do we let you have a mic?! Anyway, fans, stick around because we've got a hell of a show!!!
[We fade out of the ring, as we see numerous clips of HWF action. The heavy guitar riff from "Metal Militia" by Metallica plays while the clips are shown. We then fade back into the arena, ringside, at the commentating table.]
Tim: Alright, it looks like it's time for our first match here tonight. It will feature J. Simon Rykopathe going up against Adam Russell. What's your take on this one Jeff?
Jeff: Well, I really prefer The Next Gen over The Hardcore Revolution, but Russell's been slipping majorly lately and J. Simon seems to be on the ball.
Tim: You said it. Ever since that victory over Blackjack last week, Rykopathe's been on a hot streak.
["Last Resort" plays over the loud speaker as the lights dim and blue smoke rises from the entranceway. "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 unruly fans on the way. Russell gets to the steps, climbs up and raises his arms in the 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.]
Tim: And there's our first competitor, "Absolut" Adam Russell.
Jeff: He looks ready.
["Black" by Sevendust hits the speakers as the fans rise in unison. J. Simon Rykopathe appears in the entranceway and the fans pop big time. He looks around for a while and then starts running to the ring. Simon's still bandaged up from his match with Flame last week. He slides in, under the bottom rope, and pops up to his feet. He walks out to the center of the ring, where he meets Adam Russell.]
Tim: It looks like Rykopathe might want to get this one over in a hurry.
Jeff: No chance...
Tim: Well, he is "The Icon" and if anyone could do it, I'd have to bet on him.
Jeff: God, you sicken me.
[Adam says something to Rykopathe and the two begin trading lefts and rights. Rykopathe attempts a headlock, but Russell squirms out and kicks him in the back. Rykopathe stumbles away and then turns around. He charges at Russell, but Adam drops him to the ground with a drop toehold. Russell floats over the top and applies a kneeling front chancery. Rykopathe turns his body and hooks on a hammerlock. Russell forces himself, and Simon, to their feet and lays in a few back elbows. the Icon breaks the hammerlock and Russell runs towards the ropes. Rykopathe, however, grabs Adam by the hair and slams him to the mat.]
Jeff: What a cheater!
Tim: Oh, cool it Jeff. If the roles were reversed you'd be claiming Russell as the next Einstein.
[Russell gets up and Rykopathe hits a few chops. He backs Adam up against the ropes and Irish whips him to the other side. Russell comes off and ducks a clothesline. He comes off the other side and ducks a back elbow. He bounces off yet again and goes under a leapfrog. Rykopathe quickly turns around, and when Russell gets to him, Simon picks him up and slams him to the mat with a stiff Faarooq-like spinebuster. Rykopathe drops on top of Russell.]
Tim: Violence Slam!
[One....Two...KICKOUT!!]
[Rykopathe pounds his fist into the mat and then hops onto Russell and starts laying in the right hands. He sits on him punching for about 15 or 20 seconds, as the ref tries to pull him off. Rykopathe finally obliges, only to get yelled at by the ref. The Icon looks at the ref and then raises his hands in the air victoriously, which gets a huge pop from the fans. The Icon begins to pick up Russell. Both men are now on their feet and Rykopathe is continuing to lay in the punches to Russell's skull. He whips him to the other side and attempts a back body drop. Russell floats over and locks on a rear chancery. Rykopathe struggles, but Russell quickly drops down and plants Ryker's head with an Inverted DDT. He hops on top of Simon and the ref slides in.]
Jeff: Inverted DDT! That could be it...
[One.......Two.......KICKOUT!!]
Tim: That was pretty close for this early in the match, maybe J. Simon underestimated Russell.
Jeff: Sure did.
[Russell grabs Rykopathe and brings him to his feet. He locks on a suplex and quickly brings Rykopathe vertical. He walks a few paces and then drops down. Rykopathe cringes in pain as Russell laughs it up. Russell picks up Ryker again and locks on a front chancery. The Icon attempts a quick Northern Lights Suplex but Russell back kicks him. Rykopathe punches Adam in the gut and then reverses the chancery into an arm wringer and then a hammerlock. Russell grabs Rykopathe in a 3/4 facelock and snap mares him over with one hand. Rykopathe pops right up to his feet, but Adam catches him in a headlock.]
Tim: What action by these two!
Jeff: I didn't even know they could wrestle. Both men are notorious brawlers.
[Rykopathe backs Russell to the ropes and sends him to the other side. Russell bounces off and Rykopathe attempts a hiptoss. Russell blocks it, but Rykopathe goes for another. Russell blocks it again and then kicks Simon in the stomach. Russell places his near leg on Rykopathe's neck, but Rykopathe backflips Russell back onto his feet and attempts a clothesline. Russell ducks and lifts Rykopathe into a standing fireman's carry, which he quickly drops down into a sick Death Valley Driver.]
Jeff: Death Valley Driver! It's over!
[Rykopathe and Russell both lay motionless as the fans burst out into an "H-W-F" chant in respect for both athletes. Both men start to breathe heavily as Russell somehow turns himself over onto The Icon. The ref gets on his knees.]
Tim: Quick pin, Rykopathe's off guard!
[One........Two......Th.. KICKOUT!!]
Jeff: OH! Two and three-quarters!
Tim: Russell has shown me a lot here tonight.
[Russell looks down at Rykopathe with a frustrated look on his face. He slowly gets to his feet, while dragging The Icon up as well. He backs Rykopathe to the ropes and punches him a few times. He wrings out Simon's arm and then whips him to the other side. Rykopathe comes bouncing off the rope, only to be hit with a standing dropkick. Rykopathe goes down hard, but Adam pops right up to his feet and jogs to the near corner. Rykopathe struggles to his feet and falls back against the ropes, which causes Russell to get crotched on the top turnbuckle. Suddenly, Doug Styles slides into the ring and goes for a clothesline on Rykopathe.]
Tim: Lookout Icon!
[Rykopathe hops forwards and catches the clothesline. He turns himself 90 degrees and takes over Styles with a T-Bone Suplex. Styles quickly slides out of the ring, as the ref watches on.]
Jeff: DAMN! That Pissed Off plex sent the big man all the way to the outside.
Tim: Yeah, but Rykopathe better keep his eyes on Russell.
[Adam is now back on his feet on the top rope. Rykopathe yells something to Doug Styles and then says something to the ref. The fans begin to yell at Rykopathe to move. J. Simon turns around and Russell flies off the top rope, attempting a high cross body. Rykopathe turns and somehow catches Russell in a fireman's carry. From there, he swings Russell forwards and plants him with a modified Michinoku Driver 2, right in the center of the ring. The fans start to cheer.]
Jeff: Icon Bomb!
[Rykopathe leans forward and hooks a leg. The ref slides into position.]
[One.......Two......Three!!]
Tim: And this one's over! Rykopathe has done it again, thanks to the Icon Bomb.
Jeff: That was a good effort by Adam, I really would have liked to see him pull that one out.
["Black by Sevendust hits the speakers again as Rykopathe rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the back. A hurt Doug Styles rolls into the ring to tend to Russell. Rykopathe raises his arms in victory as he disappears through the curtain. The ref and Styles help Adam to his feet, and all three walk away.]
Jeff: That was one hell of a match.
Tim: Certainly was, we'll be right back folks.
[Commercials]
Tim: Folks, we're back and I'm getting something in my ear.
Jeff: Uh......too easy....
[Tim holds his ear piece in as Jeff chuckles to himself. Tim looks surprised as he begins to speak.]
Tim: I.....am...receiving word....that "The Master" Chris Landry would like to address this whole Silky Palms situation before his match tonight.
Jeff: Why?
Tim: Well, he probably wants to clear his conscience.
Jeff: Yeah...sure...
[The camera cuts to the parking garage, where Landry is walking in with his bags in hand. He looks awkwardly at the cameraman, he keeps following him for a while. You can still hear Tim and Jeff talking.]
Tim: Here he comes, the man that tried to kill Silky Palms...The man that tried to cripple Michael Trey...Chris Landry.
Jeff: And tonight he faces Corporate Nightmare...what a match that'll be!
Tim: Yes and...Oh my god!
[On screen, Landry is walking along when a maintenance guy passes behind him, and throws his water bucket on him. Landry looks pissed, and spins around.]
Jeff: What the hell is that guy thinking?!?
[The maintenance guy steps forward and thrusts his hand toward Landry, and a crackling noise is heard, and Landry drops to his knees. The camera zooms in to show the taser in the man's hand. He falls onto Landry with his knee on his face, then jabs the taser into his ribs again.]
Tim: What is he DOING? Who is this guy?!?
[The guy finally takes off his hat, revealing Silky's bruised, cut face.]
Jeff: It's Silky Palms!!! It's The SEXMACHINE!!!
[Silky jabs the taser into Landry one more time, and the camera shows the light flicker across his face as the last of the taser's charge fades. He tosses it and his gloves to the side, and begins to drag Landry back the way he came, all the way back to his car. Silky searches his pockets, pulling out first Landry's wallet. Silky smile's, then puts that in his pocket. Then he finds Landry's keys, and pops the trunk. He puts the boots to Landry for a few minutes, kicking his ribs and face, then throwing him into the trunk. The audio finally comes in.]
Silky: Payback's a bitch!
[Silky slams the trunk, and climbs into the drivers seat, and revs the engine...he builds the RPM's, then tears forward toward the barricade, and jumps from the car!!!]
Jeff: NOOOOOOOO!!!
[The car slams through the barricade, and flips over, plummeting to the ground twelve feet below, and landing on its roof. The car is totaled, but the trunk is still closed.]
Tim: He's done for...he's gotta be all broken up in there...and what if that car EXPLODES?!?
Jeff: I don't think it has a choice....Look!!!
[Silky comes walking up, and splashes gasoline on the car, and lights a match...just as officials and security rushes the car. They begin spraying the vehicle, and Silky drops the match and backs away. Silky smiles as he backs into the shadows as the crew attempts to pry the trunk with crowbars, no one daring to try and climb in the window and get the keys, for fear that the roof would collapse further, closing off the window.]
Tim: He's sick!!! Silky is every bit as sick, if NOT MORE, than Landry!
Jeff: Landry's dead for sure...Definitely....
Tim: Alright! you can stop this footage now! DAMMIT!
[The footage cuts back towards the arena and to Tim and Jeff.]
Tim: I can't believe what I just saw, only in the HWF.
Jeff: That damn Sexmachine!
Tim: Let's just move on...
Jeff: Okey Dokey.
Tim: Backstage, I'm being told that we have an exclusive interview with the self-proclaimed "Forgotten One" Flame.
Jeff: ....
Tim: What's wrong?
Jeff: Flame doesn't give people permission to interview him unless it's urgent...
Tim: Oh Fu...
[Tim is cut off by Tony Bradshaw, backstage, standing beside Flame. Flame, now clean-cut, wearing a white Orioles "Mike Mussina" jersey, with the jersey open. Inside the jersey, he has on a black "Papa Roach" t-shirt. He has on a pair of baggy Tommy jeans and a pair of Nike sneakers. On his head, he is wearing a navy blue Penn State fitted hat, turned around backwards. On the ground is a rolling suitcase, sitting up. The hand is extended beside of Flame.]
Tony Bradshaw: Now Flame, you defeated "The ICON" J. Simon Rykopathe, one week ago on this program, now you are clean-cut, and seem normal. What is your status with the Hardcore Wrestling Federation?
FLAME: First of Tony, don't call me Flame. Don't call me that name. It's a gimmick. Call me Justin, Justin Storm.
Tony: Ok Justin...
JUSTIN STORM: Three long, hard years I've been in this business, and nothing has pissed me off more than the HWF. The HWF, what does that stand for now? "Have We Forgotten?" That's what it sounds like to me. Because Drake and Chaz have both forgotten about what it's like to run a business that's fun. Now they have magazines, CDs, Radio shows, you name it, they probably got it. It's just sad now. You know something, Chaz used to be one of my good friends, but then he hired Johnny Drake as his Vice President. I was on top of the world... until Drake was hired. Drake did his best to keep me down. It just wasn't enough. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that I snapped. I couldn't stand him anymore. My best friends, Corporate Nightmare and Adam Russell, both outstanding superstars, but Drake doesn't realize that he has so much talent on the roster. But maybe he does, but he doesn't use it, because they're not "main eventers" yet. Drake, wake up and smell the blood. Jayson Starr quit due to you Drake. And most of all, I'm quitting due to you.
JUSTIN STORM: Now as of my status, it's bullshit lately. I'm sick and fucking tired of this shit going on. I'm feuding with Lance, Michael, and Jayson? All of those men are my best friends backstage. Man, Chaz has some balls to put me in a feud with Lance again. Again I say. I've feuded with him before, and it put me on the map. Now fucking Chaz and Drake decide to put me back as Flame. I don't like this gimmick, nor do I endorse it. It fucking sucks when you're forced to do something you don't want to do. Drake says it'll bring in more ratings. Fuck the ratings. I don't give a shit about the HWF anymore. Lance and I brought this federation to the top. We gave four star matches, at least, and entertained the crowd. Chaz and Drake take credit for it... or Chaz took credit for it, but now Drake takes credit for it too. All those fucking feuds were my idea. I'm the man that everyone should be thanking.
Tony: I don't think you came up with all of those feuds Just...
JUSTIN STORM: Fuck you Tony. You don't believe me, go suck someone. I'm sick and fucking tired of you and everyone here in the HWF. Most of all, Simon Rykopathe. Ryker, as everyone calls him. Now Rykopathe, I'm sick and tired of you. From day one, you went after me. I didn't call you out, you called me out. Then you have the balls to not fight me, because I'm not in your league. Well bitch, I fucking got my money's worth last week, when I made you TAP OUT to the Light It Up submission. You tapped out, Simon, the pain was too intense for you. Simon, from day one you went after me. At Parade of Cannibals, Sterling and I stuffed you in a casket. At May Mayhem, we powerbombed you off of a 48 foot cell. And last week, I humiliated you, proving that the younger, quicker, and more talented man won. Simon, I hope you have more luck in your match next Sunday, because you're gonna need it, boy.
Tony: What about Michael Trey? You two hate each other...
JUSTIN STORM: Me and Michael? We're good friends. When we play this "game", we're enemies, but backstage, we're friends. Although, Chaz and Drake have tried to break up that friendship many times. You don't think that Trey and myself have always had a plan. You see, our feud was so good because we respect each other. Michael is one hell of an athlete. If given the chance, we could put on one hell of a match. Michael, good luck in your HWF future, and kick Rykopathe's ass for me.
Tony: What about Lance Sterling?
[Storm now looks at the camera.]
JUSTIN STORM: Lance Sterling, you are my best friend, and I don't know why Drake decided to put me and you against each other again. Why the hell would he do something like that? I was against it from the start, but you know something, since this is live, I don't give a shit what he does to me anymore. I'll tell all you fans something, you all gave me support through the years, and I appreciate that the most. You guys have been there on my side for so long. But, mark this moment down now. Last week on Suicide was the last time you will ever see me put on a pair of wrestling boots, because as for the sport, I'm done with it. I'm more focused now on running a successful federation. One where I call the shots.
[The crowd begins to chant "Justin, Justin, Justin".]
JUSTIN STORM: [a little teary-eyed] Thanks, I really appreciate it. It's hard to do this, especially since I've wanted to do this since I was a little boy. I don't know how I'm going to go on, not wrestling, but I'll survive. But now, I'd like to comment on Chris Landry, Adam Russell, and Corporate Nightmare.
JUSTIN STORM: Chris Landry, me and you go back. Back to when your brother Jayson first began wrestling. When I trained with Jayson, you were there training, trying to make it in this sport. Chris, good luck in the future of the HWF. I hope you end up becoming the next "Lance Sterling".
JUSTIN STORM: Adam Russell... you my friend are one of the biggest influences in my wrestling career. From in the XCW, you looked after me. You saw my potential and helped me rise. You helped form the Firestarters, TNG, and my singles career. I thought I would never be able to make it as a singles wrestler, and you gave me the courage to go for it. And look where it took me. My first real World Title reign happened in the HWF, due to you. Thank you Adam, I'll never forget you.
JUSTIN STORM: Corp, you and I go way back. We've known each other for a long time. It's great that we were able to become the Tag Team Champions together, and I wish you luck on your future in the HWF. You keep the Tag Team Titles, and pick a successor for my title. I know you'll pick some worthy enough Nightmare. But Corp, you have helped me out, for the better of my career. You helped me get back into the X2K. You helped me get recognized in it. You have established yourself as one of the best by holding the XCW Intercontinental Title longer than anyone. Corp, I wish you the best of luck in the HWF, and wherever you go after that.
Tony: And what about the Lance Sterling and the HWF Championship?
JUSTIN STORM: Lance, what can I say about you that hasn't already been said. You are one of the best wrestler in the world today. You have proved it by becoming a two time HWF World Champion. Earning the title yourself, both times. Our feuds from earlier in the HWF were some of the greatest times. The Stairway to Hell match. The Casket match, where we tricked Rykopathe, the Extreme Hell in a Cell match, the Falling From Grace match, they were all great. Lance, you keep that title for a long time, because with your skill, your professional skill, you should keep that title for a long time.
JUSTIN STORM: And most of all, I'd like to thank the fans. You all have given me the support I've needed. You supported Flame, and you supported Justin Storm. Thank you, I appreciate it more than anything.
[Storm, now with tears running down his face.]
JUSTIN STORM: And just for old times sake. I got three words for ya... FEEL THE BURN!!!
[Back in the arena, the fans are going crazy as the sounds of "Fuel" by Metallica, Justin's old theme music, is heard over the arena.]
Tim: Justin Storm has just quit the HWF!
Jeff: [with tears running down his face] I know, it sucks a big one.
Tim: Are you crying Jeff?
Jeff: No... I've got... I've got something in my eye that's all.
Tim: I would have NEVER seen this coming... Whether he believes it or not, Justin Storm, Flame, whatever he wants to be called... Justin is or WAS one of the top guys here. He stepped aside and let others shine. Justin... you will be missed.
Jeff: Ditto.
Tim: Alright, fans... we're going to take a commercial break, our LAST commercial break, and we'll be back with Michael Trey taking on the King of Violence, John Justice!
[Commercials]
[The arena's lights begin to dim, and as colored spotlights flash "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by The Scorpions blares over the speakers. Lance Sterling walks out from behind the curtains, dressed in street clothes despite the fact that he has a match tonight against Blackjack. As usual, he holds the HWF World title slung over his shoulder, and a microphone is in his hands. Slowly, almost regretfully, he walks to the ring and climbs in. He doesn't even bother to raise both hands in the air, in his victory pose. Instead, he motions for the music to stop.]
Tim: Sterling isn't supposed to be here until after our next match... He's not even dressed to wrestle...
Jeff: What's up with The Greatest?!
Lance Sterling: You know, I've been in this business for quite a few goddamn years, and I've always enjoyed it immensely. I've loved coming out here and pissing all you sorry sons of bitches in the crowd off, and getting all of you to hate my guts. You people have no idea how much fun it was, listening to you boo the living hell out of me, and me not giving a damn at all. You also have no idea how enjoyable it was to win the HWF championship not once, but twice, and in doing so become one of the HWF legends...a legend that you people will remember long after we've all retired and have nothing to look back at but our glory days. Now, it's also been a pleasure working with the HWF management because...well you people aren't stupid, you know how this business works. So you know what I'm talking about. It's been a pleasure working with the HWF management...until recently.
You see, in the past few weeks I've found the HWF to be more riddled with internal corruption than any other place I've been to! Back when I first signed a contract, everything was fine. The guys with the most talent and...the money-making schemes got ahead. The guys who deserved to be contenders, were contenders. There wasn't anything like what goes on now. Now, any piece of trash backstage can suck up to Manson or to Drake, and BAM! they get into the title picture when it should be time to let someone else step up to the plate. This person knows who they are, but I won't name names. The point is, that I'm sick of the bullshit going on here. Last week I was informed of a certain match that will be happening soon, and despite the fact I had prior arrangements that had already been discussed, I was forced to abandon them and accept the management's decision. DESPITE the fact that I want nothing to do with this person, as far as wrestling is concerned that is, and I already had submitted my suggestion for a five star quality wrestling match, I was told that I have no say in the matter, and the management's plan would take precedence over my own. And that, is pure bullshit! When I signed a contract with the HWF, I was guaranteed to have say over anything that was going to happen. A toned-down creative control clause, if you will. But obviously that doesn't hold true now, because you have whiners and crybabies like Michael Trey who keep insisting on getting fucking title shots!
Well you know something? Fuck it. The only person in the HWF who deserves to hold this belt more than me is Flame, or Justin Storm, or whatever you want to call him. We're still very good friends you know...his whole thing now is just some bullshit concocted to make YOU people here enjoy this shit. You know, all the things that you people have enjoyed... everything that has happened between May Mayhem and King of Violence, it all was Justin's doing. EVERYTHING. The man is a creative genius and what happens? He gets pushed out to make way for guys like Trey, who think just because they've been here since God knows when, they should automatically be pushed to the stars. Well it shouldn't work that way, but obviously here in the HWF it does. And I for one, am sick of it. John Justice and I had a meeting to discuss what we would do, since I attacked him and all and later screwed him out of winning my world title. But since Trey decided to pull some strings, and get involved, those plans are in the trash right now. And you know what? Let those two vultures, Trey and Justice, fight over the World title. I'm sick and tired of the bullshit in the HWF...and in case any of you don't get what I'm trying to say, here it is in layman's terms: I FUCKING QUIT! I've busted my ass for you people, and what do I get in return? Booked against a nobody like Blackjack, who is only put into main events because he constantly kisses Manson's ass, and whines how he's a legend here. Well I guess he wins by forfeit doesn't he? Because I sure as hell won't wrestle him here tonight. In fact, I won't wrestle anyone in the HWF, ever again.
[Sterling looks up and around at the crowd, which is more or less in disbelief]
Lance Sterling: I did everything here for you people. I gave you some matches you'll never forget. Such as the "casket match" I had with Justin, when we fooled everyone and formed the Perfect Alliance. And what about May Mayhem? The Extreme Hell in a Cell? THAT match was a classic! And you know, it was for everybody sitting in this arena, and for everybody watching the HWF across the world. I came out here and was the biggest asshole on the face of the Earth, just for all of you. And although you may be sad to hear it, it's over now. You won't get to see that ever again, thanks to the schemes of certain people backstage, and the blindness of the management to give the fans what they really want, and not what some has-been thinks they want.
[The crowd, feeling sympathetic for Sterling, begins to chant "Thank you, Sterling!" One final time, Lance Sterling climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, and holds the HWF title in the air. One final time, he parades around the ring, posing like he used to before]
Lance Sterling: Thank you. Thank you all. Oh, and Manson, and you too Drake. Since both of you are probably backstage listening to this, let Trey and Justice fight over the now VACATED world title. Screw you both!
[For the final time "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blares over the speakers. The crowd begins to chant "Thank you, Sterling!" even louder now as he poses one more time. Sterling climbs out of the ring, leaving the HWF title lying in the middle, and slowly walks up towards the curtains. He pauses again and yells "I am the greatest!" for old times sake, and then he walks to the locker room, not bothering to look back]
Jeff: Oh my... god... Lance Sterling has QUIT too!
Tim: Our big names are dropping like flies here...
Jeff: That's all you've got to say in such a serious situation?
Tim: I'm sorry, I was just a metaphor... I feel bad they're leaving also.
Jeff: The world is coming to an end!
[An HWF official slides in the ring and grabs the HWF World Title, shaking his head in surprise. He takes the belt up the aisle and to the back as the crowd is almost stunned.]
["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 entranceway 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. He grabs a mic and climbs a turnbuckle, sitting down and waiting for the crowd to quiet down.]
MICHAEL TREY: Hey CHICAGO! Now, I've been sitting in the back, and I heard Sterling's interview. I know you all did too.
[The crowd quiets a bit, not sure how to react. Earlier, they almost felt bad for Sterling...]
MICHAEL TREY: You all know that he's quit. He's leaving the World Title behind because of so-called "internal corruption". Well, you know what I say to THAT?! The only fucking internal corruption was the stuff that Sterling and Storm did on their own. Do I feel bad that Sterling may have left this federation because of me? Sure I do... I'd never want someone to leave. But do I feel bad that he's leaving? Fuck no! He was nothing but a leech in this place for the past several months, and he's gone. Everyone here knows it.
[The crowd gives a mixed reaction of both cheers and boos or just utter disbelief at the fact Sterling is gone.]
MICHAEL TREY: Enough of that. On to Johnny Justice... I told you, boy, that I'm ready for you tonight. But the way things look, it's going to be you and me, Indecent Exposure, for BOTH the World AND King of Violence titles! So don't expect me to fully destroy you just yet. Don't blame me if I hold back. I can't help but hold back so I have a shot at winning both titles at Indecent Exposure. But don't take it personal. The fans here don't want to see their two favorite wrestlers get into a hate war tonight... they want to see one hell of a wrestling match. I'm ready, JJ... are you?
[The crowd pops huge for this last bit and gets back into the mood for wrestling again as Trey hops down from the turnbuckle to give the ringside timekeeper the microphone.]
[You hear John Justice say "YOU BET YOUR ASS I'M READY!" and "#1 Stunna" by the Big Tymers hits the speakers and the crowd gets to their feet. After about 5 seconds, John Justice walks out from the back with a water bottle and Tasha right behind him. JJ walks to the side and splashes some water on his head and walks down to the ring with Tasha at his side. As they get to the ring, JJ jumps to the apron and Tasha walks up the steps. She goes through the ropes that Justice is holding up for her to get in. When she does, JJ flips over the ropes and goes to a turnbuckle, pours water on his head and throws the bottle to the crowd. Tasha leaves the ring as JJ gets ready.]
Tim: This match is now a prelude to what we'll see in 8 days at Indecent Exposure!
[Ding, Ding, Ding]
Jeff: How can you concentrate on this match now?
Tim: It's my JOB.
Jeff: Oh, yeah...
[Justice and Trey begins to circle then lock up. Trey slides Justice into a side headlock. Justice backs up into the ropes and sends Trey off. Michael hits the ropes and comes towards Justice, who leap frogs over him. Michael goes into the other ropes and Justice looks to leap frog him again, instead he wraps his legs around the head of Michael Trey and hits a hurricanrana! Trey is rattled as he is thrown against the ropes. Trey gets up quickly and runs at Justice who catches him in a fast drop toehold. John Justice rushes to and leaps onto the second rope. He turns and jumps off, landing a guillotine legdrop to the back of Trey's head.]
Tim: John Justice is on fire early in this match!
[John continues the offense and brings Michael to his feet. John whips Trey into the far corner and charges after him. Justice leaps into the air for a body splash but Trey moves at the last second! Justice nails the top turnbuckle and staggers backwards into a schoolboy roll up by Michael Trey.]
[One...tw...kickout!]
Jeff: Way too early for a pin.
[Both men are up and charge, both connecting with nasty clotheslines!]
Tim: Ooh! Both men are down, as they were looking for the same move.
[Justice and Trey both lay sprawled out on the mat, as the ref begins the mandatory ten count.]
[One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six!]
[At six, Michael Trey begins to move and quickly gets to his knees, pulling John Justice up to his feet. Michael Trey grabs his arm and whips Justice to the ropes. Trey goes for a clothesline but Justice sidesteps it, catching Trey's arm. Justice swings over for a crucifix, trying to cause Trey to fall back. Trey instead stands straight and falls to one side, nailing a modified Death Valley Driver!]
Tim: What an innovative way to perform a Death Valley Driver!
[Trey rolls on top of Justice and hooks his leg.]
[One... two... th... KICKOUT!]
Jeff: John Justice just kicked out!
Tim: This match is very even so far.
[Michael Trey looks a bit surprised Justice kicked out, but gets right back to where he left off. He pulls John right into a standing head scissors. Trey locks his arms around the waist of Justice and pulls him vertically upside down. Trey quickly puts his arm through Justice's legs and sits, drilling John with a cradle piledriver!]
Jeff: Justice was SPIKED like a lawn dart!
[Michael Trey gets back up and heads to the corner. He climbs to the second rope and turns to face Justice, then jumps off in position for an elbow drop. Justice BARELY rolls out of the way, possibly even getting a little bit of the elbow.]
Tim: Justice didn't quite get completely out of the way of that one!
[Justice is face down, trying to get his breath. Michael Trey holds his elbow on the mat. The crowd begins to stomp and clap, anything to get the match back in progress. Michael Trey obliges as he slowly gets to his feet, still shaking his elbow. He turns and pulls John Justice to his feet, but Justice grabs Trey by the head and drops to his knees with a massive jawbreaker. Trey falls backwards into the ropes, entangling his arms in between the top and second ropes. Justice sees his opportunity and gets to his feet. He backs away from Trey, then takes off towards him, hits a dropkick to the face of Trey! Michael is knocked free of the ropes and falls face first into the mat.]
Jeff: What a sickening kick to the face!
[Justice is quick to bring Trey back to his feet. Justice spins Trey around so they're facing the larger part of the ring. Justice grabs Trey by the hair as if he's going to hit and X-Factor, but flips over his back and slams Trey's head into the mat!!]
Tim: Holy crap! Trey's head bounced off the mat!
[Justice gets up and goes through the ropes to the apron. Justice slingshots himself onto the top rope and springboards off, nailing a shooting star press!!]
[HWF! HWF! HWF!]
Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!
Tim: Justice is defying gravity!
[One... two... three... NO! KICKOUT!!!]
Jeff: Michael Trey kicked out at 2 and seven-eighths!
Tim: You cannot get any closer than that!!
[Tasha and Justice both look to each other, shocked Trey kicked out. Justice looks at the ref, who assures him it was a two count. John gets up, obviously aggravated, pulls Trey up to his feet. Justice kicks Trey in the gut and grabs him in a front chancery and hooks his arm, then grabs his pants and hoists Trey into the air for a suplex. Trey slides down the back of Justice and lands on his feet.]
Jeff: Trey slid right off of Justice!
[Justice is a bit surprised and turns around to a kick from Trey. Trey books both of his arms and drops with a double arm DDT!!]
Tim: FLASH OF PAIN!!!
[Michael Trey rolls Justice over and hooks his leg.]
[One... ...two... three!]
Jeff: Oh, crap... He won again.
Tim: Folks, your winner this evening is Michael Trey! Will the same result come in eight days at Indecent Exposure? The only way to know is tune in Sunday, August the 13th at 8 p.m. eastern time as the HWF returns to pay-per-view! We'll see you on Radioactive Wednesday! Good night everyone!
["Sleep Now in The Fire" plays as Michael Trey drapes himself over the ropes, gaining his composure and Tasha comes into the ring, helping John Justice, as the cameras fade to black.]
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