 August 26, 2000 ["Sic" by Slipknot begins to play beginning the night of HWF wrestling, as the screen expands to show the raging Pennsylvanians of Erie, PA chanting "HWF!" at the top of their lungs. Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson stand inside the ring, in the center of the drunken fans.] Tim: ERIE, PENNSYLVANIA!!! [Huge pop] Tim: WELCOME TO SATURDAY SUICIDE!!! [Another huge pop] Tim: Jeff, let's see if you can not fuck this one up and show everyone you steal Gertner's lines… I'm Tim Miller… Jeff: …and I will insist that you, Tim Miller, will shut the fuck up before I smack you like a two dollar whore! [The fans pop for Jeff] Jeff: … I am Jeff "I picked up a chick from Erie who said I am ten times better than Gertner. My dick is so large, I've got to hold back to keep from Hurtin`er" [Another pop for Jeff.] Jeff: ROBIN-MOTHER FUCKING-SON!!! [The fans cheer as the announcers leave the ring and go to their table.] ["Oh Hell Yeah" by the H-BlockX hits the PA, bringing Blackjack to the ring, accompanied by his girlfriend and valet, Miss Stephanie.] Tim: Blackjack will face Death to advance in the Canadian title tournament, right here and now! [The lights go out in the arena as "Blame it on God" by Deicide blasts over the speakers. The fans begin to boo for all their worth as the most evil man in America steps onto the rampway. He is draped in his usual black attire, his barbed wire covered kendo stick. He walks slowly down the aisle as fans boo him and toss things. Death walks up the steps and through the ropes. He stands in crucification stance as flames shoot from the ring-posts.] [Ding, Ding, Ding] Tim: And here we go! [Blackjack and Death walk towards each other, bumping chests. Blackjack trash talks Death, but Death just stands there, intimidating just by looks and mentality. Blackjack is a bit pissed that Death won't speak, so he shoves Death away. Death quickly walks right back into the face of Blackjack, still not speaking. Blackjack shoves him again, then Death retaliates with a right hand shot to the throat of Blackjack!] Tim: Blackjack may have gotten more than he bargained for! Jeff: Yeah, I think he poked the wrong, satanic, scary ass bear with a sharp stick… [Death grabs the arm of Blackjack and whips him across the ring. Blackjack comes off the ropes and sidesteps a big boot from Death. Blackjack kicks Death right in the groin while his leg was still up!! Death stumbles backwards, holding himself. He falls into the ropes, the only thing holding him up. Blackjack charges at him and catches him with a clothesline, taking both men over the top rope and to the floor!] Tim: The action has spilled to the outside. [We cut backstage to see Commissioner Shawn Collins in his office, watching the action through his own television monitor. We then go back to the ring.] Jeff: There's Triple C! Tim: Yeah… It seems he's keeping his distance from the ring after that Vic Williams incident on Radioactive Wednesday. Jeff: Who could blame him? [Blackjack is up to his feet and immediately throws up the ring curtain. The crowd pops as Blackjack grabs ahold of a ladder and pulls it out. The crowd pops louder as Blackjack stands the ladder up rear the ring. Blackjack then grabs a chair and slides it into the ring. He pulls Death to his feet and connects with a right hand. Death retaliates with a right of his own. Death grabs Blackjack by the head and runs toward the ring pole, ramming him face first into the pole!] Tim: Blackjack rammed straight into the pole! [Death scoops Blackjack up and drops him throat first across the railing!] Jeff: Ouch! [Death then grabs Blackjack and literally drags him back towards the ladder. Miss Stephanie is shown a bit worried, looking on at the action.] Jeff: I should go comfort Stephanie. Tim: Oh shut up… [Death lies Blackjack straight and begins to climb up the ladder.] Jeff: Where's he going? [Blackjack looks to have played opossum and leaps to his feet. He goes to the other side of the ladder, climbing up quickly. Death and Blackjack reach the top and begin to trade blows. Death nails Blackjack with a hard right, knocking him right off the ladder and into the ring! Death looks to be ready to dive on Blackjack when he gets up, but Miss Stephanie comes around the ring and climbs up the ladder on the same side as Death. He reaches up and punches Death square in the Apple Jacks!!] Jeff & Tim: Yikes… [The crowd boos as Stephanie gets down from the ladder, leaving Death in pain on the top. Blackjack sees his opportunity and grabs the chair in the ring. He unfolds the chair and sets it near the ropes, nearest Death. Blackjack goes to the opposite ropes, running full steam. He uses the chair as a springboard ala Sabu, dropkicking the ladder!!! The ladder leans, Death on top!!] Tim: LOOK OUT!! [The ladder falls towards the crowd, dropping Death right into the 5th row!!!] Jeff: OH MY GOD!!! [The fans scurry as Death is left on the steel chairs. Blackjack goes through the ropes to the outside and over the railing, pushing aside rabid fans. He reaches Death and grabs his hair, pulling him back towards the ring. He pushes Death over the railing and to the floor. Blackjack gets back over to the floor and rolls Death into the ring, following behind him.] Tim: Death fell onto about 15 fans!! [Blackjack picks up the chair and folds it flat, placing it over the chest of Death. Blackjack goes through the ropes to the apron, climbing the turnbuckles. He reaches the top and goes a cocky little arm raise, then leaps off connecting with a huge splash onto Death, with the chair in-between!] Jeff: Big Splash!! [Blackjack hooks the leg, bringing the ref to the mat.] [One… …two… …three!] Jeff: Yes! Tim: Blackjack picks up the near flawless victory over Death! Death looks to still have some ring rust, but he should be back to normal soon. Jeff: Hey, my sheet has "Esp. Clip" up next… Are we in Spanish now? Tim: No, dumbass… We have "Espionage Goes Down Under"... Tim: Look Jeff, there's ALOT of wrestling fans in Australia and it's untapped source of ratings. Tim: They weren't supposed to be funny, it was a promo tour... not a "cut-a" promo tour. ["5 Minutes Alone" is blasted onto the speakers. The drums kick in, then intro plays. Shrapnel walks out loosening up. Then the intro finishes and a atomic explosion is played. He walks strait out to the apron. Shrapnel then rolls in and pulls on the ropes to warm up.] Tim: Shrapnel looks ready for a fight. [The lights go out as "Circus" by (hed) pe begins, signaling the entrance of Frank Rizzo. A few moments pass but Rizzo doesn't show.] Jeff: Rizzo isn't around? ["Clubbed to Death" hits the PA, bringing the Commissioner Shawn Collins out to the top of the entranceway. He picks the microphone to his mouth.] Shawn: Fans, I am sorry to announce Frank Rizzo has not shown up for this match and thus we must give Shrapnel the win. So please ring the bell and start the match. [The bell sounds as the ref begins his count.] One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! [The ref tells them to ring the bell, and it sounds. Shrapnel looks pissed as he has no match. Suddenly the mysterious man in black, carrying the Canadian flag across his back jumps from the crowd! He dives in the ring and nails Shrapnel from behind with a forearm to the back of the head. Shrapnel falls to the mat as the man points to Shawn Collins, still in the entranceway, then performs the cut throat gesture. Collins looks a bit frightened and heads to the back.] Tim: That man has it out for Shawn Collins! [Shrapnel is back to his feet and swings the man in black around and kicks him in the gut. Shrapnel puts him in a standing head scissors and lifts him vertical and cradles both legs of the masked man, DRILLING him with a wicked cradle piledriver!!] Jeff: What a piledriver!! ["5 Minutes Alone" hits again as the fans cheer Shrapnel to the back.] [A bit of smoke fills the Entry way when "Tattered and Torn" by Slipknot blasts onto the Speakers. As the Music gets louder and more smoke fills the Entry way, you then here "KILL ME!" come on and out comes Grimace he's wearing his usual attire, black cargo pants with Black Lugz shoes with special purple stripes on them, black cut off gloves, his "Fear The Reaper" T-shirt, it black with a purple Punisher skull on the front and on the back it says "Fear The Reaper" in big bold Purple Spray Pant Font. Grimace's Tuque as always is covering his purple hair. and you can see the unused part from his belt sticking out as well. Grimace comes out of the Entry way with Cigarette in Mouth. He takes a huge puff from it and blows all the smoke out from his last puff. He then flicks it away and begins to walk to the ring. Then you can see Kay right behind him. Grimace is walking slowly with his right hand in his pocket and he's still blowing smoke out from his nose and mouth. They finally make it to the ring and Grimace opens up the ropes for Kay and then Grimace enters the Ring. He goes to the opposite side of the ring and sits down, laying against the bottom rope and looking at the Entrance. Kay is sitting on the middle rope beside him and gives him a kiss. She then gets out of the ring as "Tattered and Torn" begins to die down a bit and after a few more seconds it stops completely.] Tim: Grimace in full effect on Saturday Suicide!! Jeff: Yeah, but he's no match for the Sexmachine... [The camera pans around the ring where you see tables surrounding the ring. The "Pimp Superstar" remix by Cypress Hill hits the speakers and Silky Palms comes walking out to the ring. He is still a little bandaged, probably some from Wednesday too. Silky walks down to the ring slowly and then hops in. He stands across from Grimace and rests against the corner. both men look at the tables on the outside of the ring.] Tim: And remember, folks, this match is a No DQ Tables match. Anything Goes! [The bell sounds and Silky walks out towards the center of the ring. Grimace steps out and meets him halfway. Silky says something to Grimace and then starts firing away with lefts and rights. Grimace reels back into the corner and then comes out and kicks Silky right in the groin. The crowd starts to boo Grimace and the ref starts to interrogate him.] Jeff: Hey what’s that? Tim: I told you Jeff, this match is no DQ… [Grimace walks over to Silky and brings him to his feet. He lays in a couple of kicks and then Irish whips him to the corner. Silky goes hard into the buckles and stumbles out back towards Grimace. Grim waits on him and kicks him in the gut. Silky doubles over and Grimace quickly DDT’s him on the mat. As the ref checks on Palms, Grimace slides to the outside and folds up one of the tables. He slides it into the ring and gets back in himself.] Tim: I wonder what Grimace has planned here… [Grimace sets up the table near the corner and walks back over to Silky. Silky lays in a couple punches to the gut but Grimace axehandles him down to the mat. Grimace quickly gets Silky to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Silky bounces off and ducks a clothesline, and comes back with a standing side kick. The echo from his boot is heard throughout the arena.] Jeff: Silky Shuffle! He hit it! Tim: Silky still looks a bit out of it… [Silky stomps Grimace a few times and then gets him to his feet. He pulls Grimace over and sets him right on the table that Grimace had setup earlier. Silky hops onto the apron and starts scaling the ropes. When he reaches the top, Grimace quickly slides off the table and crotches Silky right on the turnbuckle. Grimace gets up to the second turnbuckle and attempts to get Silky in a superplex. Both men struggle a bit and then Grimace blatantly throws Silky to the outside THROUGH TWO TABLES!!] Tim: Oh no! Silky through the tables!! Jeff: That was right up in front of us Tim!! [Silky is motionless on the outside and Grimace calls for a chair. A ring attendant grabs one and throws one up to him. Grimace stands on the top rope and looks down at Silky. Silky starts to stand up and Grimace dives off the top rope, attempting some sort of shoulder block with the chair. Silky, however, dives onto the announcer’s table and Grimace goes crashing through the rubble. Silky rolls onto Tim and Jeff.] Jeff: What’s up Sexmachine? Tim: Hey, take it in the ring!! [Silky just groans a little as he rolls onto the concrete and crawls back towards the ring. The ref comes to the outside and helps Grimace up. Silky slides a chair into the ring and then all three men get back in. Silky sets up the chair in the middle of the ring and picks up Grimace. He whips Grimace to the ropes, past the chair, and then drop toe holds him right onto the chair’s back. The crowd gasps as the chair folds up p Grimace starts holding his jaw in pain. Silky rolls on top of him.] Tim: Drop Toe Hold, this could be it!! [One… …Two… …Th-KICKOUT!!] Jeff: Oh, Two and Three-Quarters… [Silky picks up Grimace and locks him in suplex position. He attempts a snap suplex but Grimace doesn’t move. Silky attempts again but same outcome. Grimace plants a low knee and lifts Silky up vertical into suplex. From there, Grimace drops him forward, as if for a gordbuster, but instead catches him in a double arm DDT.] Jeff: Oh, what a move by The Purple Freak!! [Grimace walks over to the table again and sets it up within reaching distance of the turnbuckles. He grabs Silky and throws him on top again. Grimace hops over the table and starts climbing up the turnbuckles, on the inside. Silky starts to stir, just as Grimace reaches the second rope. This time, Silky low blows Grimace and Grimace leans back; almost falling onto the tables on the outside. Silky pops up to his feet, on the table, and brings Grimace onto the top rope; facing the ring.] Tim: What the hell is Silky Palms doing? Jeff: I have no clue… [Silky steadies Grimace on the top rope and then locks on a ¾ facelock. The crowd starts to stir a bit as Silky screams out "SILK STREEM" as loud as he can. Silky dives forward and lands in front of the table, while Grimace goes straight through it with a Diamond Cutter. The crowd starts to go crazy as Silky rolls over Grimace.] Tim: Modified Silk Streem from the top through the tables!! Jeff: WHAT A MOVE!! [One… …Two… …Three!!] Tim: It’s over!! ["Pimp Superstar" by Cypress Hill hits again and Silky rolls out of the ring and starts walking to the back. Suddenly J. Simon Rykopathe comes out from the back with a flaming chair in hand! Silky stops in mid stride, seeing Rykopathe coming down the aisle. Silky begins running towards Rykopathe. "The Icon" swings wildly at Silky who ducks the oncoming flaming chair. Rykopathe turns to a kick from Silky, dropping the chair.] Tim: Rykopathe is here with a flaming chair! [Silky applies a standing head scissors and tries to lift Rykopathe, but "The Icon" blocks it. Rykopathe reverses it into a back body drop onto the flaming chair!!!] Jeff: "The Icon" dropped Silky on that flaming chair!! [The chair goes out as Rykopathe grabs Silky by the head and rolls him into the ring. As Rykopathe gets into the ring, Blackjack appears from the back! Blackjack runs to the ring and dives in. Blackjack goes right to kicking Silky!! Rykopathe and Blackjack grab Silky and whip him to the ropes. Blackjack and Rykopathe catch Silky and slam him in a double spinebuster/powerbomb type slam!! The fans boo as Blackjack and Rykopathe stare at each other.] Tim: Is this a team in the making?! [Blackjack shatters all hopes of that, fingering Rykopathe!! He falls backwards through the ropes and to the floor, walking to the back. Rykopathe goes outside and grabs a steel chair and dives back in the ring, ignoring Blackjack. Rykopathe unfolds the chair and pulls Silky's head onto it, from the side. Rykopathe goes through the ropes to the apron and begins making his ascent to the top turnbuckle.] Jeff: What is he doing?! [Rykopathe reaches the top then leaps off, nailing a NASTY guillotine leg drop onto Silky's NECK on the CHAIR!!!] Jeff: OH… MY… GOD!!! Tim: HOLY SHIT!!! [Silky's body falls limp to the mat as the crowd chants "HOLY FUCK!"] Tim: GET SOME HELP OUT HERE!! NOW! Silky's neck has GOT to be broken!! [Rykopathe gets up and begins to laugh as he makes his way to the back, passing a team of EMTs pulling a stretcher to the ring. They dive in and check out Silky, who is talking but not moving. They slowly put him on a backboard and a neck brace, loading him onto the gurney.] Jeff: Silky's neck may be broken… He may be PARALYZED! Tim: Let's not think the worst… He just needs some medical attention immediately. [The stretcher goes through the curtain.] Tim: We'll be right back... [Commercials] Tim: We're back.. Silky has been taken to the nearest hospital, log on to the HWF's official web site, www.hard2thecore.com, for details on his injury.. Jeff: I hope he'll be okay.. Tim: Me too, Jeff… Me too. [Iron Man" by Black Sabbath plays and "The Hardcore Hero" Rick Faith and Rose walk out a few steps and they both stop and wait by the entrance way. Rick is wearing a referee muscle-t with black jeans. Rose gives an evil look around the audience and Faith puts his hands out to each side looking like a cross. They walk down to the ring talking to each other. They enter the ring through the ropes and Faith sit on the turnbuckle and awaits the other referee.] Tim: I wonder where Faith's head is at after what went down on Wednesday. Jeff: Well, he better not take it out on Taj! ["Black" by SeVendust hits the speakers and J. Simon Rykopathe appears in the entranceway, to a HUGE pop from the crowd. Rykopathe is also wearing a black and white striped referee muscle-t, but is wearing 3/4 cut blue jeans. He walks down to the ring, slapping a few hands here and there. He slides into the ring and walks straight up to Faith. The two exchange a few words and then Rykopathe walks out of the ring. His music fades out.] Tim: It looks like Rykopathe is gonna be the special enforcer outside of the ring. Jeff: What, is this the WWF? Tim: Jeff! [The lights turn red and the sound of "Fame" by DMX fills the arena. Clips of Taj Pearce start playing on the big screen and then the lights go black as Taj and Brooke come out from the back and make their way to the ring with the lights gradually changing from black to red. Brooke walks behind Taj as Taj starts to lower the roof, because way too many people have raised it. He gets to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He bounces off the ropes a few times ala Val Venis and then smiles over at Faith.] Tim: Taj Pearce everybody!! Jeff: I like this guy, too bad he's with Rykopathe now. [The roaring HWF crowd, stirs in anticipation, as the opening riff of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward plays, the fans blend in noise, as green pyros abruptly go off, as the Canadian born, "Vicious" Vic Williams steps out and stalks down the isle. Piercings shine from his nose, lip, and right eyebrow, and his black military boots slightly flicker, under the strobe lights. Fitted in black tights, with a purple and silver, gothic like barbwire design run up his legs, and his bare chest bares all his tattoos. Black designs under his eyes can be noticed, as he runs down the aisle, and enters the ring, his black trenchcoat trailing behind, he stands in the ring, arms outward, head tilted to the sky, as the lights, flash back on.] Tim: Hey, look over there! [Vic walks up to Faith and whispers something to him. Faith nods his head and then calls for the bell. The bell sounds and Vic charges at Taj. Taj kicks him in the gut and goes for a DDT, but Vic turns it around into a hammerlock and then into a headlock. Taj backs him to the ropes and then throws him to the ropes. Vic bounces off and Taj slams him to the mat with a Faarooq-speed powerslam. Vic gets up real quick but Taj meets him with another kick to the gut. Taj bounces off the ropes, behind Vic, goes for a bulldog; but in midair turns it into a DDT.] Tim: Oh, nice move there by Pearce! Jeff: Ugh, who do I root for? [Taj picks up Vic and shoves Vic's own arm in-between his legs like a pumphandle. Taj proceeds to reach through the opening and apply a half nelson. He picks up Vic halfway, walks towards the corner, drops him to the ground and then throws him over in a crippling suplex. He bridges with it.] Jeff: Diamante Killer 2000!! [Rick Faith wipes his hand on his ref shirt and then slowly drops to his knees.] [One..... ......Tw-KICKOUT!!] Tim: Slow count!! [Taj pops up to his feet and starts yelling at Faith. Rykopathe hops onto the apron and yells at Faith too. Rick acts like he didn't do anything wrong. Vic crawls over and rolls Taj up, Faith flops onto the ground.] Tim: Quick pin... [One.. Two... KICKOUT!!] Jeff: What the hell is going on here? Tim: Faith is trying to screw over Taj, that's what's happening!! [Rykopathe hops into the ring and pushes Faith into the corner. Vic gets up and starts stomping Taj. Rykopathe starts to yell at Faith and then forces him to the outside. Vic picks up Taj and slaps on a standing head scissors. He lifts up Taj for a powerbomb but Taj punches his way out of it. Vic goes for a quick clothesline but Taj ducks. Pearce turns around but Vic slaps on a choke and lifts Taj into the air. From there, Vic sweeps Taj's legs with his free hand and send him down onto the back of his neck.] Tim: Sweet Lord... Jeff: That was the Chainsaw Sweep!! Wonderful... [Vic stomps Taj a few times as Rykopathe checks up on him. Vic pulls Taj to his feet and whips him into the far corner. Taj goes in face first and comes out backwards. Vic catches him and attempts a back suplex. Taj backflips onto his feet and locks on a full nelson. He attempts a dragon suplex but Vic blocks it and low blows Taj. He collapses and Rykopathe runs over to Vic and starts giving him the 3rd degree. Vic tries to ignore him and picks Taj up to his feet.] Tim: "Vicious" Vic is really bending the rules tonight... [Vic starts chopping Taj back towards the ropes. He grabs an arm and Irish whips him to the other side. Taj bounces off and Vic leapfrogs him. Vic starts running the same way Taj came from, and Pearce stops. Taj drops to the mat and Vic runs over him. Williams bounces off the other ropes and Taj gets up and goes for a leapfrog. Vic tries to catch him in a powerbomb but Taj whips him down with a stiff hurricanrana. Vic pops up and Taj runs against the ropes. Taj comes off and Vic throws him up into the air with a pancake toss. Amazingly, Vic catches him and slams him down with a Michinoku Driver.] Jeff: Holy shit!! Tim: Pancake Toss into the original Last Rites!! Jeff: Holy- Tim: We heard you the first time... [Vic drops the leg a couple of times and then hops on Taj for a pin. Rykopathe gets down as fast as any other referee.] Tim: Here it is... [One... ...Two... ..Th-KICKOUT!!] Jeff: Now, that was a fast count! Tim: No it wasn't!! [Faith slides in the ring and pushes Rykopathe. The Icon turns around and immediately punches Faith right in the jaw. Faith flops down to the ground. And Vic taps Rykopathe on the shoulder. Rykopathe turns around but then Vic gets low blowed by Taj, to a HUGE pop from the crowd. All four men start brawling in the center of the ring, and the crowd is going crazy.] Jeff: Refs fighting refs, wrestlers fighting wrestlers, what the hell is going on? Tim: THIS IS ANARCHY!! Jeff: You can say that again... [Rykopathe and Taj both gain control and back Faith and Vic to the ropes. Both men send them to the other side and go for a back body drop. Vic and Faith put on the brakes and attempts a powerbomb. Neither Taj or Rykopathe budge.] Tim: Uh oh... [Taj lifts up Vic for a belly to back tombstone as The Icon reverses it into a standing fireman's carry. The crowd pops as both Taj and Rykopathe yell something out. Vic reaches around Taj's body and hammers him right in the nuts. Taj drops him down again and Vic quickly lifts him into a Canadian backbreaker rack. The Icon attempts to swing Faith into a Michinoku Driver but Faith reverses it right into a fall forward inverted DDT; just as Vic plants Taj with a Sitdown Dominator.] Tim: Drop to Hell, along with the Sideshow!! [Vic turns Taj over and yells at Faith. Rick looks over and then slides over by the two.] [One... Two.. .Three!!] Tim: HEY! [Faith calls for the bell and Vic rolls out of the ring. Rykopathe gets to his feet and chases Faith out of the ring. Rykopathe checks up on Taj just as "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward hits the speakers.] Jeff: Well, that's it for us this week... Tim: Join us on Wednesday for the first half of the Semifinals of the Canadian Title Tournament. See you then. [Vic hops the guardrail and starts walking through the crowd. The Icon stares at him as Taj begins to get up. Faith scurries away from ringside. Rykopathe and Pearce starts talking amongst themselves as the screen fades to black.]
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