Tim: MANHATTAN… ARE YOU READY FOR SOME HARDCORE WRESTLING?!

[Huge pop]

Tim: THEN, WELCOME TO SATURDAY SUICIDE!!!

[Another pop]

Tim: I'm Tim Miller and…

Jeff: …and I am the voice of hardcore, Jeff "Here we are in New York, New York… The rowdiest city around…"

[The crowd pops for the hometown]

Jeff: "…When I look at your ladies, I know I wanna pork!" Robinson!!

[Pop for Jeff]

["Sleep Now in the Fire" hits over the PA as the fans cheer for the man who comes through the curtain, Michael Trey.]

Tim: Ladies and gentlemen… "The Forgotten One…" MICHAEL TREY!!!

[Another pop for Michael Trey as he walks down the aisle, dressed in street clothes, and high fiving fans along the railing. Michael pulls himself onto the apron with help from the ropes and uses his hands as guns, performing his popular hand gesture. Michael steps through the ropes and into the ring and stands beside Tim Miller.]

Tim: Michael… I have to ask you. Why exactly did you want this interview time?

[Tim lifts the microphone to Trey's mouth.]

Michael: Tim… You know me pretty well, right?

Tim: Well… yeah.

Michael: Then you know I am not usually that upset over anything. You really have to do something to set me off.

Jeff: What's your point Jorge, we don't got all night.

Michael: Jeff, I'm making it short and sweet. John Justice…

[Michael stops as the fans cheer for Justice.]

Michael: Get your lame ass out here!

[The fans cheer as "#1 Stunna" hits over the PA system. John Justice is quick to appear from the back, also dressed in casual clothes. Over his shoulder is the HWF World Title. Justice takes a good pace towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope. John Justice stands up right in front of Michael Trey, as the two trash talk one another. John Justice drapes the title in between them on the mat, as if drawing lines in the sand. Tim and Jeff take it as time to get out of Dodge, leaving the ring. The fans rise, knowing something big will occur.]

[Commercial]

Tim: We've got an impromptu World title match on our hands!!

[Justice nails Trey with a right hand and Michael retaliates with one of his own. The two trade blows as Justice whips Trey across the ring into the ropes. Justice leap frogs over Trey and stops short, sweeping Trey's leg out from underneath him. Justice runs to the ropes and springboards off the top rope and flips back with an Asai moonsault onto Michael Trey! A referee runs from the back and dives in the ring as Justice tosses Trey through the ropes to the outside.]

[The footage is fast forwarded to live viewing.]

[John Justice grabs a steel chair and swings at Trey, who ducks. Trey kicks Justice in the gut. Justice drops the chair to the floor as Trey hooks both arms, dropping Justice with the Flash of Pain (Double Arm DDT)!!!]

Jeff: Flash of Pain!!!

[Trey covers Justice as the ref slides the floor.]

[One… …two… …three!!!]

Tim: New Champion!!!

Jeff: What a jip! Michael Trey challenged John Justice who he knows is injured!

["Sleep Now in the Fire" hits as Michael Trey grabs the World title and high fives fans on his way to the back.]

Tim: I disagree. John Justice has had almost a month to heal and no defenses. Michael Trey was fed up and he took a quick win and is our new World Champion!!

[Commercial]

["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.]

Tim: We haven't seen John Jupiter in a while...

Jeff: Yeah, it seems like our roster is diminishing.

["Black" be SeVendust hits the PA System and the crowd rises to its feet. J. Simon Rykopathe appears in the entrance way to an unbelievable pop. He's wearing silver, baggy Kikwear pants with a black muscle-t. He jogs down to the ring, slapping a few hands on the way. When he arrives at ringside, Rykopathe slides into the ring under the bottom rope and pops up to his feet. He runs to the corner and hops onto the second rope. He raises both hands into the air and then hops down again. His music starts to fade out as he looks back at Jupiter.]

Tim: Now, here's an HWF Mainstay... the original Icon on professional wrestling.

Jeff: Yeah... but lately, personal problems have caught up with him.

Tim: Well, let's just hope Rykopathe stays with us here in the HWF...

[The bell sounds and the two combatants walk out to the center of the ring. They circle each other for a while and then lock up in a collar-elbow tie up. Jupiter forces Rykopathe back to the ropes and breaks the hold. He lays in a few quick kicks and then grabs hold of an arm. He Irish whips Rykopathe to the other side, only to be hit with a shoulder block. Jupiter flops down and Rykopathe runs off the other ropes. The Icon runs over Jupiter and John quickly pops up to his feet. Rykopathe attempts a high cross body, but Jupiter catches him. From there, Jupiter yells something out and delivers a fallaway slam; sending Rykopathe to the other side of the ring.]

Tim: Nice form on the Fallaway Slam there by Jupiter.

Jeff: I'd say...

[Jupiter picks up Rykopathe and grabs him in a front chancery. He hooks Rykopathe and hits a very fast snap suplex. Jupiter gets up again and poses for the crowd. The crowd starts to boo as Jupiter walks back to Rykopathe and picks him up by the hair. Jupiter slaps on a standing head scissors and lifts Rykopathe right into a Canadian backbreaker rack. Jupiter, then, slams over Rykopathe with a stiff dominator. The crowd gasps as Jupiter goes for the cover.]

Tim: Dominator!

[One... ...Two... Thr..KICKOUT!!]

Jeff: Close fall right there by John Jupiter.

Tim: He is completely dominating Rykopathe.

[Jupiter pounds his fist on the ground and then gets to his feet. Jupiter looks down at Rykopathe and then walks over to the turnbuckles.]

Tim: What is Jupiter thinking?

[John steps through the ropes and then starts to scale the ropes. He gets to the top and then breaks out a double bicep pose, as Rykopathe still lays motionless on the ground. Jupiter takes one final look down and then dives off; attempting some sort of double axe handle. Rykopathe, however, lifts a leg and Jupiter takes it right to the jaw. The fans start to cheer as Rykopathe kips up to his feet and Jupiter stumbles back to the corner. Rykopathe charges and gives Jupiter a flying avalanche. The Icon follows up with a few hard chops. Rykopathe grabs an arm and tries to whip Jupiter to the other side, but Jupiter reverses it. Instead of whipping himself, though, Jupiter lifts Rykopathe into a scoop slam and sends him down with a fast Michinoku Driver.]

Tim: Oh no!

Jeff: What a reversal by John Jupiter!!

[Jupiter gets to his feet and lays in a few stomps. Rykopathe starts to get to his feet, but Jupiter hits him with a soccer-like kick to the stomach. Rykopathe rolls over to the corner and Jupiter follows him. John picks him up to his feet and grabs him in back suplex position. He lifts Rykopathe up and crotches him on the top rope.]

Jeff: Uh oh... looks like Jupiter is setting up for The Big Bang!

[Jupiter climbs up to the second rope and locks on a rear chancery. Rykopathe tries to struggle out, but Jupiter is too strong. Jupiter hooks The Icon's pants and falls back. Rykopathe, however, kept his leg hooked on the rope so he didn't get pulled off. Jupiter is now laying perpendicular to the corner as Rykopathe begins to get to his feet; on the top rope. Rykopathe turns towards Jupiter and then dives off with a HUGE frogsplash.]

Tim: Vindiction!! This one's over!

[Rykopathe rolls off right away, to a few boo's from the crowd. Jupiter begins to get up, but Rykopathe is ready. Jupiter stumbles at The Icon and Rykopathe immediately lifts him right up into a standing fireman's carry. From there, Rykopathe swings him around and plants him with a Michinoku driver, right in the center of the ring. The fans start to cheer as Rykopathe hooks one of Jupiter's massive legs and the ref slides into position.]

Tim: The Icon Bomb!

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

Jeff: What just happened?

[The bell sounds again and "Black" by SeVendust hits the speakers.]

Tim: J. Simon Rykopathe just beat John Jupiter... that's what just happened!

[The ref raises Rykopathe's arm in the air and then fans let out a chorus of cheers. Rykopathe begins walking to the back as Jupiter rises to his feet with a shocked look on his face. Rykopathe does one final pose for the crowd and then disappears through the curtain. The ref starts to explain what happened to Jupiter.]

Tim: Folks, stay with us here on Saturday Suicide.

[Commercials]

[The camera fades back in to a shot of the ring, where HWF officials are drenching the ropes in gasoline and rubbing alcohol. The fans are chanting "H-W-F, H-W-F". The officials begin to finish up as the lights drop and flicker white, as smoke bellows from the entrance way, Vic walks out, straight faced, and not even acknowledging the fans, "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward blasts, as pictures of the deceased Rennee Williams show on the big screen, as Vic makes a run into the ring, and slides under the ring ropes, his trenchcoat trailing behind. He stands in the center his arms spread out, he spins pointing to the crowd with his left hand and, the fireworks explode in the aisle, of green, and Grey fill the aisle, Vic takes his coat off, as the music ends.]

Tim: Another HWF Legend, Vic Williams, is live here in Manhattan!

Jeff: I still don't know what to think of this guy...

[The Bells for Hells Bells 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 has a disgusted look on his face and he looks at Vic across the ring. He then walks to his corner and bows his head, while crossing his hands in front of himself.]

Jeff: And this one is ready to begin...

Tim: Yeah, but where's Rob Blackwell?

Jeff: I dunno.

[A special HWF technician hops onto the apron. And applies another coat of something on the ropes. Both Vic and Frost watch him as he takes out an over-sized lighter and lights the ropes; one at a time. Instantly, the ropes become engulfed in flames and the bells sounds. Frost looks over at the fire and smiles a little. He charges at Vic and unleashes a stiff clothesline. Vic pops right up to his feet but Blake begins letting out a relentless fury of right hands. Vic tries to get to his feet but Blake locks on a front chancery and sends him down on top of his head with a DDT.]

Jeff: Big DDT there by Blake Frost.

[Black Frost picks up Vic and attempts a scoop slam. Vic floats over, however, and drops Frost to the ground with an Inverted DDT. Frost clutches at his head as Vic rolls on top of him for the cover, and the ref slides into position.]

Tim: Quick Pin!

[One... ...Two... ...Thr..KICKOUT!!]

Jeff: Wow, already?

[Vic gets to his feet and pulls up Blake by the hair. He tries to force Frost to the ropes and the fire, but Frost hooks one of Vic's legs and drops him to the mat. Frost follows up with some stiff punches, right to Vic's temple. Frost forces Vic to his feet and slaps on a standing head scissors. Vic tries to get out of it, but Blake lifts him up and slams him hard with a powerbomb; right on Vic's neck. Vic starts rolling around in pain as Blake gets to his feet and points at the fire.]

Tim: Uh-oh...

Jeff: This doesn't hold way for Vic Williams.

[Blake picks up Vic and wrings out his arm. Vic grabs at his arm but Blake instantly whips him to the flaming ropes. Vic takes a look at the fire and then slides under the bottom rope, to the outside of the ring. Blake looks down at Vic and then runs and dives over the top rope; performing a front flip plancha over the flames and right onto Vic, while setting his own pant leg on fire at the same time.]

Jeff: Blake Frost is on fire! He's on fire!!

[Blake starts pounding his leg until the flames are out. The fans are freaking out and going crazy. Frost gets to his feet and picks up Vic. He rolls Vic into the ring and slides in himself, making sure not to catch the fire this time. Vic gets to his feet and starts stomping Frost as he's down. Frost barely gets to his feet and Vic grabs him in a chokeslam. He walks around the ring with him and then lifts him into the air. Vic sweeps Blake's legs as he's coming down, so Frost lands on his shoulder blades and neck. The crowd gasps in unison as Vic hops onto Blake.]

Tim: There's the Chainsaw Sweep!!

Jeff: It's over...

[One... ...Two... ..Thr..KICKOUT!!]

Jeff: Whew, that was TOO close...

[Vic picks up Frost and lays in a few kicks. Frost doubles over and Vic Irish whips him to the far corner. Frost goes in hard, feels the fire, and then dives out of the corner onto his face. Vic drops a quick leg and then lifts him up again. Vic attempts to lock on a suplex but Frost kicks his way out of it. Frost, then, locks on a reverse chancery and lifts up Vic. Frost yells out something and then spikes down Vic with an inverted brainbuster; right in the center of the ring. The crowd starts to cheer as both men lay motionless.]

Tim: What an Inverted Brainbuster.

Jeff: Yeah, but that took a lot out of both men.

[Vic starts to stir and Frost does as well. Both men get to their feet and Frost charges Vic yet again. Vic is ready though, and drop toe holds Frost right on the flaming middle rope. Frost's hair catches on fire and he starts to try and put it out. He can't get all of it out though, so he runs at Vic and spears him down. The fire is almost gone as both men get up and starts duking it out in the middle of the ring. The fire quickly diminishes.]

Tim: Wow, look at that... Vic's punches actually put out the fire in Frost's hair.

Jeff: What dumb luck.

[Vic kicks Blake in the gut and grabs him in suplex position. He lifts up Frost vertical, but Frost kicks his legs and drops back down to his feet. Frost turns, as if for a Twist of Fate, but keeps rotating around into a suplex from the other side of Vic's body. Frost quickly grabs Vic's leg and lifts him up for a fisherman's suplex. Blake holds him in position for a few minutes and then drops down Vic with a STIFF sitdown brainbuster. The crowd pops as he floats over.]

Jeff: Hell Frost by Blake Frost!!

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

Tim: What a match by both men!

["Hell's Bells" starts to play again as Blake gets to his feet and looks down at Vic. Vic starts trying to get to his feet but Blake stomps him back down. The ref raises his hands in the air as ring technicians run out and tries to put out the ropes' flames. Blake hops over the top rope, to the outside. He starts walking to the back as the camera goes back to the ring.]

Jeff: Get up Vic!!

Tim: We'll be right back...

[Commercials]

[The camera show the aisle way which is lined with ladders of all sizes. Ranging from 10 feet to 20 feet, the ladder make for a truly amazing match.]

Tim: Look at those ladders, Jeff... This is going to be amazing.

Jeff: You're damn right! This match will DEFINITELY be LETHAL!!

["Oh Hell Yeah" hits over the PA, bringing out the Lethal Alliance: Blackjack and Rick Faith, accompanied by the always lovely Miss Stephanie and the vivacious Stacy. Rick Faith carries his specially made ladder across his shoulders, as the Lethal Alliance walks towards the ring. Faith sets up his ladder right next to the apron, then gets into the ring alongside Blackjack.]

Jeff: Good God, look at Stephanie and Stacy! Whoo hoo!

[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. After the pyro finishes they walk down to the ring and split, each taking an opposite side of the ring. Howitzer steps over the rope and Shrapnel goes under before they meet in the middle and show a sign of unity. They then take a turnbuckle each and raise their arms slowly as the lights slowly cut back in. As the lights reach full intensity they hop down and fully psyched for battle.]

Tim: ...And we're ready!

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

Jeff: There's the bell! This match has officially begun!

[Espionage stands opposite of the Lethal Alliance, waiting for someone to make a move.]

Tim: These teams have met before and I'm sure they haven't settled their differences yet!

Jeff: The intensity level is just awesome here at ringside! These fans can't wait for this to break out into chaos!

[Blackjack and Rick Faith converse, then run from their corner at Espionage!]

Tim: There they go!

[Blackjack and Faith dive into Howitzer and Shrapnel, each trading a barrage of punches. Rick Faith and Shrapnel separate from the other two, in a fist fight. Howitzer has control of Blackjack, connecting with a fury of punches to the abdomen. Howitzer then backs up and charges to Blackjack, connecting with a clothesline that takes both men tumbling to the floor!]

Jeff: Big clothesline from Howitzer!

[Shrapnel grabs Rick Faith by the arm and whips him across the ring. Shrapnel ducks a little too soon and Faith stops, with Shrapnel in a standing head scissors. Faith grabs Shrapnel by the waist and lifts him vertical. Faith slowly turns around, allowing everyone to see Shrapnel, before dropping Shrapnel like a lawn dart into the canvas!!]

Tim: What a piledriver by "The Hardcore Hero!"

Jeff: Shrapnel's neck is like a stack of dimes!

[On the outside, Howitzer has Blackjack in control, slamming him head first into the railing. Blackjack battles back with two successive elbows to the stomach of Howitzer. Howitzer holds his stomach and turns around, trying to walk it off. Blackjack turns and rushes towards Howitzer, leaping into the air and catching Howitzer with a bulldog onto the cement floor!!]

Jeff: Bulldog onto the floor!!

Tim: Howitzer's forehead is bleeding!

Jeff: Is it?

[The camera zooms on Howitzer's face, his eyes in a blank stare as he rolls over, indeed having an open gash above his left eye.]

Jeff: You're right!

[Rick Faith, inside the ring, walks to the edge of the ring, grabbing his specially made ladder on the outside. He pulls the ladder over the top rope and into the ring, causing it to close flat in the process. Blackjack, outside, also is going for ladders, picking up one of the larger ladders and sliding it into the ring.]

Tim: The ladders are coming into play here very soon!

[Rick Faith sets up his ladder rear the ropes, while Blackjack slides in and sets his ladder up against the opposite ropes. Howitzer is groggy on the outside, right in front of the announce table, just now realizing he has been bloodied. Blackjack and Rick Faith slide Shrapnel parallel to the ropes, then climb their own ladder. The two reach about 3/4 of the way up the ladder and stop, turning around to look at each other.]

Jeff: What's going to happen here?

[Blackjack and Faith nod to one another and leap off. Blackjack connects with a big splash, while Faith performs an elbow drop to the unfortunate Shrapnel!!]

Tim: Big Splash by Blackjack! Elbow drop by Faith!

Jeff: The Lethal Alliance are going to take the titles here tonight!!

[Blackjack tosses Shrapnel over the ropes, as Faith grabs the ladder and positions it under the title belts.]

Jeff: It's only a matter of time now!

Tim: I think you're right... We may have new tag champs!

[Blackjack and Rick Faith climb on opposite sides of the ladder, making their way to the tag titles.]

Jeff: This is it!

[Blackjack and Faith reach the last step on each side, and reach up trying to get the belts.]

Tim: I think the ladder is too short!! It must be an 18 footer! Blackjack and Faith are mere inches away from the belts!!

[The fans see the trouble the Lethal Alliance is in and stand on their feet. Howitzer is back in the ring as the fans yell in anxiousness. Howitzer sees the Lethal Alliance almost to the tag titles and runs to the ladder, shoving it with all his might.]

Jeff: Ahh!

[Just as it looked as thought Blackjack and Rick Faith were going to get to the belts, the ladder takes a devilish lean from the shove. It tips over, sending both Blackjack and Rick Faith towards the ropes. Both men are crotched on the ropes as the crowd groans, but cheers for Howitzer.]

Tim: No! Espionage isn't out of it yet!

Jeff: Damnit!

[Blackjack and Faith are in great pain as they fall off the ropes and to the floor. Howitzer goes to the outside, opposite side of where the others are. He tosses up the ring curtain to the joy of the crowd, grabbing an edge of a table. Even more cheers pour in as the larger member of Espionage pulls the table out and slides it into the ring. He also grabs two chairs and tosses them in.]

Tim: Howitzer is filling the ring with weapons!

[Before Howitzer goes into the ring, he takes hold of most definitely one of the largest possible ladders at ringside--the 20 footer.]

Jeff: He's got a 20 foot ladder!!

[Howitzer manages to get the other end of the ladder under the bottom rope and slide it into the ring. The ladder is almost as long as the ring!]

Tim: What a huge ladder!!

[Howitzer slides in, as does his partner Shrapnel who looks to have gotten his composure after the double team from the Lethal Alliance.]

Tim: It looks as though Espionage is in control of this match!

Jeff: Oh, no!

[The members of Espionage go to work. Shrapnel flattens the ladder of Faith's and sets it across the two steel chairs. Howitzer, meanwhile, sets up the table near the corner and the 20 foot ladder under the belts. The fans applaud in approval, as Espionage goes through the ropes and to the outside. They each grab an opponent and roll them back into the ring, following after.]

Tim: Espionage has some nasty ideas, you just know it!

[Shrapnel takes Blackjack by the head and slams his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly until letting him fall to the mat. Howitzer has Rick Faith in a front chancery. As Howitzer looks to go for the DDT, Rick Faith holds his ground and shoves Howitzer onto the mat. Howitzer is right back up and rushes after Faith with a big clothesline. Faith ducks and immediately superkicks an unsuspecting Shrapnel to the mat. He turns as Howitzer is running towards him again. Faith looks to do nothing but at the last second gets Howitzer in a drop toe hold, sending Howitzer face first into the ladder used by Blackjack earlier!!!]

Jeff: Good God!! Drop toe hold onto the ladder!

Tim: Unbelievable!

[Rick Faith gets to his feet and goes to Blackjack, pulling him up. Faith shoves Blackjack in the chest, as if awakening his partner. Blackjack pulls Shrapnel to his feet while Rick Faith picks the big ladder up and moves it out of the way. Blackjack grabs Shrapnel by the arm and starts to whip him across the ring. Faith gets ready for the 7th Sign (3D). Shrapnel reverses the whip and pulls Blackjack in with a reverse atomic drop!! Rick Faith charges at Shrapnel who catches him and drills him into the mat with a devastating spinebuster!!!]

Tim: SPINEBUSTER!!!

[Howitzer is back to his feet and ready, although more bloody than ever. Howitzer and Shrapnel pull Blackjack up and over towards the table, with their backs to it. They apply a double front chancery on Blackjack. Espionage lifts Blackjack vertical and holds him there for a moment, then drop him through the table with a double brainbuster!!!]

Jeff: DOUBLE BRAINBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!

[The fans are going nuts as Espionage grabs the ladder and sets it back under the belts. Shrapnel goes to Blackjack and takes him outside, continuing to punish him. Howitzer meanwhile begins to climb up the ladder, as Rick Faith is getting to his feet.]

Tim: Can Howitzer make it up before Rick Faith can stop him?!

[Faith goes to the ladder and begins climbing on the same side as Howitzer.]

Jeff: What's going to happen?!

Tim: Who knows?

[Howitzer is almost to the top of the ladder before Rick Faith lunges up with a sucker punch below the belt! The crowd groans again as Rick Faith makes up the difference between he and Howitzer, the two now on the same steps!!]

Jeff: That ladder doesn't look sturdy!

[The two punch away with one hand, while holding on with the other. Howitzer gets a clean shot to the head and Rick almost falls off!!]

Jeff: Watch it, Rick!!

[Howitzer grabs Faith by the throat as the crowd stands. Flash bulbs begin to go off as Howitzer throws Faith off the ladder in a chokeslam-type throw!!! Almost in slow motion, Rick Faith falls back first onto his very own special ladder, between the two chairs!!! The ladder bends upon impact, before slipping off the chairs!!]

Jeff: HOLY SHIT!!!!

[The crowd chimes in with a deafening chant of 'HOLY SHIT!' as Faith is in the mangled mess of steel. Howitzer climbs one more steps and reaches up as the fans go insane, as he grabs both tag team titles and yanks them free!!!]

Tim: ESPIONAGE HAS WON!!! They retain the tag belts!!

Jeff: Rick Faith may be dead!!

["Eye for an Eye" plays as Howitzer falls back to the mat with the belts and hands one to his partner, Shrapnel as the fans continue to cheer. The tag champs hold their titles in the air as the picture begins to fade.]

Tim: That's all from the Hammerstein Ballroom!! Good night!

[We fade out on the celebrating tag champs, in the center of a raging Manhattan crowd.]