Tim: TERRE HAUTE, INDIANA… WELCOME TO RADIOACTIVE WEDNESDAY!!!

[Huge pop]

Tim: This is the DEBUT of the HWF in Terre Haute!

[More cheers]

Tim: I'm Tim Miller and…

Jeff: ..and I am the voice of hardcore… Jeff "Ladies, I'm not trying to duck you, I'm just sincerely wanting to fuck you…"

[Big pop]

Jeff: … Gertner!!!

[Tim smiles and raises his microphone.]

Tim: Short and straight to the point… Ladies and gentlemen, MICHAEL TREY!!

[Tim and Jeff get out of the ring as "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 with Claire Matthews 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. Claire climbs into the ring and leans against a corner opposite Trey.]

MICHAEL TREY: What's up INDIANA?!

[Easy pop at the mention of the home state, but Trey doesn't smile quite the same as the week before. He jumps off his turnbuckle and walks to Claire.]

MICHAEL TREY: Tonight is a busy night for The Forgotten Souls. Espionage will beat The Lethal Porn Alliance in the tag title match in this evening's main event. But more dear to my heart, little bro Blake Frost and his manager Rob Blackwell will be going against the man who cheated me out of a win on Suicide, Gavin Coens.

[Huge boos break loose through the arena at the sound of Gavin's name, but Trey and Claire shake them down.]

MICHAEL TREY: Now, I wanted so very badly to chase after that Hardcore title which I was cheated of, but my brother has lain claim to Coens. I suppose it makes sense, Blake is one hardcore mutha. So I expect that we'll soon see both the Canadian AND the Hardcore title around the waist of The Frost!

[Pop from the crowd, but a bit of puzzlement at the fact that this leaves Trey without a niche in HWF...]

MICHAEL TREY: Oh, don't worry ladies and gentlemen. I shall hunt down the missing in action champion known as Jonathan Justice. That World Title shall be mine once again, and perhaps you'll even be lucky enough to see ICON and I hook it up for one more run. Who knows... but consider this a challenge, perhaps even to ICON for a #1 Contendership match. The management is listening...

[Trey tosses the mic to the outside as "Sleep Now In The Fire hits the speakers once again to a huge pop from the crowd.]

[The Bells for "Hells Bells" by AC/DC go off followed by light neon blue smoke. Frost comes out the entranceway as the lights of the stadium go blue and Frost walks confidently down to ringside. He walks up the stairs and takes a look around the stadium when he reaches the top of the stairs. He strips off the trenchcoat he wears to reveal a Blake Frost shirt bearing the saying "I am not your son, I am not your savior, I just AM" on it. He kneels by the corner with his trenchcoat.]

Tim: Blake Frost has made a big improvement recently, really showing he's serious about wrestling.

["Heavy" plays over the loud speaker as the lights dim and red strobe lights begin to flash. Gavin steps forward with his arms out towards his fans. The music is almost drowned out by the amount of booing. Gavin doesn't seem to notice as he reaches out to his fans. He makes his way down to ring and steps in between the ropes.]

Jeff: This match isn't for the Hardcore title, is it?

Tim: No, Jeff, this is a Canadian title tournament match.

[Gavin gives the Hardcore belt to the referee who hands it to the time keeper. Blake comes out of his corner and hands Coens a white rose. Gavin looks at it, confused. Coens then throws the rose to the mat and walks towards Blake. The two stare at each other for a second, then lock up.]

Tim: Here we go!

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

[Gavin easily over powers Blake, backing him into the corner. Gavin backs off, then rears back with a nasty knife-edge chop.]

[Whoo!]

[Gavin raises his hand again and connects with a loud chop.]

[Whoo!]

[Gavin then grabs the arm of Blake and whips him catty-corner across the ring. Gavin runs after Blake, also. Blake stops and uses the ropes to spring himself into the air. Gavin sees it coming and catches Frost on his shoulder. Gavin then turns and takes a few steps, then slams Blake with a powerslam!]

Jeff: Big powerslam by Gavin Coens!

[Gavin gets back to his feet and backs to the ropes. He takes a few steps towards Blake and drops a leg drop across the throat of Frost. Gavin then rolls over onto the chest of Frost in a lenient cover.]

[One... tw... kickout!]

Tim: Just a one count for Gavin.

[Gavin grabs Blake by the hair and brings him to his feet. He grabs Blake in a front chancery and grabs his waist, lifting Frost vertical. Frost instead slides free of the hanging suplex, landing on his feet. He swings Gavin around and kicks Coens in the mid-section, causing the Hardcore champ to double over. Blake Frost then applies a front chancery, lifting the bigger Coens into the air. Frost stumbles around a bit, but gets Gavin balanced, then drops with a DEVASTATING stalling brainbuster!!]

Jeff: Good God! That brainbuster may have broken Gavin's neck!

[Gavin lies face down on the mat, as Frost uses his arm to turn him over and goes for the cover.]

[One... ...two... kickout!]

Tim: Gavin kicks out a two! I figured this match was over.

[Blake crouches over the back of Gavin and brings his arms over his knee, wrenching back on his chin in a camel clutch. The look of pain is etched on Gavin's face as he tries to free himself. Blake looks none too forgiving, wrenching even more.]

Jeff: Gavin! Get out!

Tim: What? Sterling is gone so now you mark out for Coens?

Jeff: I do not "mark out" for him, Tim. I simply enjoy cheering for him.

Tim: Yeah...

[Gavin ever so slowly tries to pry the hands of Frost off of his face. Gavin finally does and quickly rolls, rolling Frost off of him.]

Jeff: He broke the hold!

Tim: You weren't, by any chance, a cheerleader... were you?

Jeff: Shove it, Tim.

[Gavin and Frost are both back to their feet. Frost swings at Gavin's head but Gavin ducks and catches Frost's arm. He places his head under Frost's arm and grabs his side, lifting him up and falls back with a belly to back suplex!]

Tim: A belly to back suplex from Gavin Coens.

[Gavin slides Frost on the mat, so he's in position for a top rope splash. Gavin goes through the ropes to the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. Gavin reaches the top and then leaps off with a guillotine legdrop!!]

Jeff: Guillotine legdrop!!

[Gavin then gets to his feet, pulling Frost up with him. Frost nails him with a right hand, then kicks him in the gut. Frost gets him in a standing head scissors, then lifts him vertical. Frost then sits down and drills Gavin into the mat with a piledriver!]

Tim: Blake is on a comeback!

Jeff: No... no, he's not!

[Frost gets to his feet and goes to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope. He then flips back with a monstrous moonsault, connecting with Gavin!!]

Tim: Moonsault by Blake Frost!!

[Frost gets rage-filled eyes and grabs the legs of Gavin and tangles them in a Texas cloverleaf. Frost raises it to a high angle, really wrenching on the back and neck of Gavin.]

Tim: What a Texas cloverleaf!!

[Gavin tries to fight it but can't get free, tapping out!! The fans scream in excitement as the bell sounds. Blake Frost, though, doesn't break the hold.]

Jeff: I can't believe it... Break the hold, Frost!

Tim: He's in a rage!

[Blake continues to hold the high angle cloverleaf, as officials storm into the ring. They desperately try to get Frost off of Coens. Finally, Frost lets the hold go and throws Gavin's legs to the mat. Frost exits the ring as "Hells Bells" plays.]

Tim: Well, it looks like it's time for another first here in the HWF; a Flaming Chair on a Pole match.

Jeff: That's right, The Sexmachine Silky Palms will be stylin' and profilin' against "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe...

Tim: What? you're not gonna make fun of Rykopathe?

Jeff: In time, young warrior, in time...

Tim: Huh?

[The camera gets a shot of the ring, where a pole is on the far turnbuckle, with a chair straddles on it. The chair is wrapped with a white towel that seems to be soaked in gas. A few refs scurry from the ring just as "Black" by SeVendust hits the speakers and J. Simon Rykopathe appears in the entranceway, to a HUGE pop from the crowd. Rykopathe walks down towards the ring, while digging some matches out of his pocket. He slides into the ring and walks right towards the chair.]

Tim: Here comes the fire!

[Rykopathe stands on the second turnbuckle and then balances himself on the top. He lights a match and then sets the whole packet on fire. He reaches up and barely touches it to the chair, and the chair instantly engulfs in flames. The fans cheer as Rykopathe hops down and throws the matches into the crowd.]

Jeff: What's he doing?

Tim: I don't know, but here comes a man who almost got burned to death at Indecent Exposure.

[The "Pimp Superstar" remix by Cypress Hill hits the speakers and Silky Palms comes walking out to the ring. He is heavily bandaged from head to toe, and is visibly favoring his shoulder. Silky walks down to the ring slowly and then hops in. He stands across from Rykopathe and the bell sounds.]

Tim: And here we go!

[Rykopathe comes running out of his corner towards Silky but Silk drop toe holds him onto the turnbuckle. Rykopathe gets right up but Silky lays in a few right hands. Rykopathe stumbles back into the corner, and attempts to charge out again. Silky quickly kicks him in the gut and grabs him in front chancery. Silky goes for a DDT but Rykopathe grabs the ropes and Silky flops onto his back. Rykopathe drops a quick elbow.]

Tim: Rykopathe with such tenaciousness!

Jeff: What language are you speaking?

[Rykopathe brings Silky to his feet and lays in a couple of kicks. He bends Silky over and axehandles his back. Silky clutches his back and then charges at Rykopathe. The Icon wait and then plants Silky with a Faarooq-like spinebuster right in the center of the ring. Huge pop from the fans as the impact almost made the chair fall from the pole.]

Jeff: Did you see that Violence Slam?

Tim: Sure did.

[Rykopathe runs over to the corner towards the chair. Silky quickly pops up to his feet and chases after him. Rykopathe gets onto the second rope but Silky reaches in-between Rykopathe's legs and pulls him off with a schoolboy powerbomb. Pin attempt.]

[One... ...Two... ..Th-KICKOUT!!]

Tim: Whew, pretty close there.

[Silky stands up and grabs his tailbone, which still hurts from IE:2000. Silky picks Rykopathe up and locks on a front chancery. He hooks Rykopathe's arm into suplex position and then lifts him up vertical. Rykopathe kicks his legs but Silky slams him forward into a gordbuster.]

Jeff: Front Suplex by The Sexmachine!

[Rykopathe struggles to the corner and Silky stands across the ring from him. Silky does a little dance, spins around, and does the splits. He pops up to his feet and hits a perfect standing side kick on Rykopathe. The Icon crumbles and Silky grabs his groin.]

Jeff: There's the Silky Shuffle! He planted Rykopathe!

Tim: Yeah, but it looks like that little dance move he did hurt the Palm's family jewels.

Jeff: Shut up...

[Silky tries to pick up Rykopathe but J. Simon plants a low blow. The fans cheer as Rykopathe locks on a Uranage and then sends down Silky with the Punk Rock Plunge (STO). The Icon stomps Silky a few times and then points to the still flaming chair. The crowd cheers as Rykopathe walks over and starts scaling the ropes. Silky struggles to his feet just as Rykopathe reaches the chair. Silky dives forward and crotches J. Simon right on the top turnbuckle, under the flaming chair.]

Jeff: OOOHHHHH!!

[Silky gets up behind Rykopathe and locks on a waistlock. Silky picks him up a little and then throws him over his head, hitting a German suplex from the second turnbuckle. Both men lay motionless as the ref goes for the 10 count. Silky gets up to his feet slowly and walks towards Rykopathe. From the back, comes Rick Faith running out to the ring with a chair in hand.]

Tim: Rick Faith? What is he doing here?

Jeff: Don't you remember what happened on Saturday?

[Rick slides in the ring and drops the chair behind Silky. Silky hears the noise and turns around, only to get kicked in the gut by Faith. Rick proceeds to lock on a rear chancery and then drops Silky into the chair with a fall forward inverted DDT.]

Tim: Drop to Hell right on that chair!

Jeff: Why isn't the ref stopping this?

Tim: Because it's no DQ! There's a Flaming Chair in the corner for Christ's sake!

[Rykopathe gets to his feet and starts stomping Silky. For some reason, Faith continues beating on Silky with Rykopathe. They start ripping off the bandages while stomping. The Icon says something to Faith and Faith brings Silky to his feet. The Icon scales the turnbuckles and grabs the flaming chair, much to the crowd's approval. Rick holds Silky in the center of the ring and Rykopathe dives from the top rope, somehow hitting a front flip chair shot on.....Faith.]

Tim: One Hit Wonder on Faith? Bad aim by Rykopathe...

Jeff: No, good aim by Rykopathe! He meant to do that!

Tim: Did he?

[Rykopathe nails a quick chair shot on Silky and then throws the chair down near the corner. Suddenly, Vic Williams runs down to the ring and slides in. He and Rykopathe start brawling and eventually end up fighting right over the flaming chair. Vic gets the upperhand and hooks on a front chancery. Silky and Faith are now up and they're brawling. Vic runs over the chair, hops onto the second rope, and then spins around Rykopathe with a tornado DDT right onto the flaming chair.]

Tim: Whoa!

[Vic stands up and looks over at Faith and Silky. Faith, who is beating on Silky, looks over at him and Vic gives him a little nod. Faith looks at Vic really weird and then leaves ringside. Silky stumbles out of the corner and Vic grabs him by his hair. He throws Silky down onto top of Rykopathe and then yells at the referee.]

Tim: What? Is Vic do- Jeff: Yes! Yes!

[The ref slides into the shot and begins counting as Vic rolls out of the ring and hops the guardrail, into the crowd.]

[One... ...Two... ...Three!!]

Jeff: Oh yeah, Silky's on a roll!

Tim: God, I hate when that happens...

Jeff: What? Silky winning?

["Pimp Superstar" hits the speakers again and Silky stumbles to his feet and falls through the ropes. He begins walking to the back, holding his shoulder and back, as the music fades out.]

Tim: Stay with us, here on Radioactive Wednesday...

[Commercials]

["Bled for Days" hits the speakers, John Jupiter comes out, looks left, looks right and when the song hits the heavy part huge pyros blow up over his head. As soon as they blow, he runs to the ring, slides under the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring slowly raising his arms. A bright white light fills the ring (from magnesium being burned) and he holds his hands up for a second or two then throws them down in a pumping action and the light bursts as another explosion pops over the ring. He then goes to the corner to sit on a turnbuckle as he waits for his opponent]

Jeff: Finally, John Jupiter has come back to the HWF!!

Tim: Yeah, yeah. It's great isn't it.

Jeff: you seem a little bitter towards something tonight...

["9 Teen 90 Nine" by Limp Bizkit hits the speakers and the fans rise to their feet. The fans start a "WEL-COME BACK" chant as everyone awaits the return of Phah Q. Dickshine. The music suddenly cuts out and the fans look shocked.]

Tim: Not again...

Jeff: Maybe Dickshine isn't ready to come back yet.

["Good Girls, Bad Guys" by DMX hits the PA System and the fans rise to their feet yet again, this time for Johnny Drake. Johnny steps out from the back wearing black dress pants and a tight tan shirt. He's carrying a mic in his pocket, and staring directly down at John Jupiter; who is still waiting for Dickshine in the ring.]

Tim: I wonder what the Vice President has to say about this situation.

[The music begins to fade out and Johnny grabs the microphone from his pocket and begins to address the crowd.]

Johnny: John Jupiter. I've gotta hand it to you man. I don't know what you did or said to Dickshine but, for some odd reason, he didn't show at the arena tonight.

[Boo's from the fans, mostly women.]

Johnny: Now, traditionally here in the HWF, we'd just grab some hungry, young rook from the back and let him come out here to prove himself. I mean, the roster is full of guys who would like a shot at a living legend, and Hall of Hardcore member, such as John Jupiter. But, I was talking to Triple C, Canadian Commissioner Collins, and he outlawed me giving anyone else a shot at you here tonight. [More boo's from the fans as a smile creeps up on Jupiter's face.]

Johnny: So, there's only one thing left to do. And that's to award you the match by forfeit and let you advance in the tourney. But, watch your back Jup, the next couple rounds won't be so easy. Ring the bell...

[The bell sounds and the ref raises Jupiter's hand in the air. The fans give him a round of boo's as he parades around the ring, like he actually beat Dickshine. "Bled for Days" hits the speakers again and Johnny Drake disappears through the curtain. Jupiter makes the ref raise his hand one more time before finally leaving the ring and walking towards the back.]

Tim: What a ruling by Drake and Collins, Jupiter will go on to fight Vic Williams and Blake Frost in the semi-finals.

Jeff: No doubt about it, Jup's my pick to win this thing.

Tim: Didn't you say Taj was your pick last week?

Jeff: Uh.....no?

Tim: We'll be back folks...

[Commercials]

["Oh Hell Yeah" by the H-BlockX hits the PA as the tandem of Blackjack and "The Hardcore Hero" Rick Faith accompanied by Miss Stephanie and Stacey, enter the ring area. The Lethal Alliance walks to the ring, then enter.]

Jeff: This is the rebuilt Lethal Alliance… They look to be very good.

[Lights cut off. The arena is left in about 5 seconds of pitch-black silence. 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, until the last bit changes to "Biding my time..... IT'S TIME!!" Immediately after the last Scream it merges with Max Cavelera's (Soulfly's singer) opening scream and the song kicks straight into the heavy start of Eye for an Eye. Along with that two pyro-fire-balls rocket out of the entrance to the back of the arena as the arena is also filled with a red mist. The entrance stage is spotlighted in red as Espionage walk out and pause at the crowd. Along with the pause, flickering red pyro go off around them to represent bullets fired at their feet. The tag champions then walk down to the ring, and enter with the crowd cheering.]

Tim: What an entrance for the tag team champions!

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

Jeff: Here we go!

[All four men stay in the ring, due to it being no DQ. Rick and Shrapnel go at it, in a fury of punches. Howitzer and Blackjack also get into a fist fight. Rick and Shrapnel spill to the outside, still continuing their fistfight. Howitzer whips Blackjack to the ropes in the ring, and catches him with a back body drop, sending him over the top rope and landing on the cement floor!!]

Tim: Ouch!

[Rick grabs Shrapnel by the arm and whips him into the steel barricade, then follows up with a running splash. Howitzer goes through the ropes to the floor, picking Blackjack up. He scoops Blackjack onto his shoulder looks to run Blackjack into the ring post, but Blackjack slides off and shoves Howitzer face first into the post! A loud *thud* is heard on contact as Howitzer falls to the cement.]

Jeff: Did you hear that?! Good God..

[Rick Faith grabs Shrapnel by the head and rolls him back into the ring. Faith gets back in and is caught by a running clothesline from Shrapnel. Blackjack has gotten a chair on the outside and nails Howitzer with it, causing him to fall back to the floor. Blackjack slides in the ring and goes to nail Shrapnel from behind but Shrapnel sees it and ducks, causing Blackjack to miss. Blackjack turns to swing again but Shrapnel all but takes his head off with a DEVASTATING haymaker, dropping Blackjack to the mat like a bag of bricks!!!]

Tim: Holy crap!! That punch just KO'ed Blackjack!

[Shrapnel then is nailed with a low blow from Rick Faith, who gets to his feet. Faith grabs Shrapnel from behind and picks him up and nails a German suplex. Howitzer is back in the ring as Faith gets to his feet. Rick runs at Howitzer who goes for a clothesline, but Rick ducks to catch him in a crucifix. Howitzer won't budge, dropping "The Hardcore Hero" with a modified Somoan drop.]

Jeff: Somoan drop from Howitzer!

[Howitzer rolls over and makes a cover.]

[One… …two… th.. kickout!]

Tim: Only a two count for Howitzer!

[Howitzer gets Rick Faith back to his feet and whips him to the ropes as Shrapnel gets to his feet. Howitzer kicks Rick in the gut and grabs him around his waist, lifting him up for a dominator. Shrapnel runs as Howitzer goes to finish the dominator, catching Faith's head in a 3/4 facelock bulldog!!!]

Tim: THE MINE FIELD!!!

[Howitzer crawls on Faith.]

[One… …two… …three!!!]

Tim: Espionage retains the belts!

Jeff: And we're out of time! See you on Suicide!!

[Close.]