J. Simon Rykopathe: Look Trey, I know you're in a mood to kick my ass. Buttonight that isn't going to happen. I have a few things to say. Firstly,let me ask you a question Mike. Why are you in the wrestling world? Whatput you in the position to ruin your life and body for the sake of entertainment?

Michael Trey: I'd rather not talk about it.

J. Simon Rykopathe: Good, cause I don't wanna hear about it. I'm not out here for another life story. But do you know why I'm here? Cause I sure as hell don't. I remember why I started. In December of 1995, my fiance was involved in a car accident, and I had to pay her medical bills to have any aspirations of keeping her alive. But you know what? I failed at that. She's dead now, body rotting in a fucking grave in upstate Jersey. For somestrange reason, I kept wrestling. I guess I had to keep my mind off of it.That didn't work. It was actually the fuell that I used to get me to do the insane shit that I've done. So now that we're both here Mike, what makes you stay?

Micheal Trey: The World Title, of course. It's around my waist, isn't it?Listen, what are you getting at?

J. Simon Rykopathe: Trey, shut the fuck up! I'll ask the questions right now. You know, that same reason kept me in wrestling for quite some time too. And I still remember the tournament where we first met in the finals. You had beaten me with the Lights Out moonsault from the balcony. Not too long after that, I beat you for the World Title in the infamous Falling From Grace Match. I'm sure you can remember. And ever since then, you've managed to capture every single title in the HWF. You're probably the biggest name in this company, the franchise player. The only thing you haven't done is win the Canadian Title. You've beaten all of the greats around here. Vic Williams, Lance Sterling, as well as myself. But still, they compare me to you. They consider me one of the greats in the HWF's history. Why is that? Is it because I've done and received some of the most criminally insane acts of violence ever recorded on live television? That's probably it. But in my eyes, I don't compare to you. I don't compare to a lot of people. I hate being in this business. I hate being here, I hate doing it. So why am I still here? To be honest, I shouldn't even be here. I'm not one of the consistant guys in the locker room. The fans don't appreciate me. And to think, I was doing this for them. Fuck, I nearly died here on a few occassions! And what do they say? Fuck em up again! That's what they say! How would you feel if millions of fans around the east coast want you dead? Well, I don't want it anymore. I don't want this life. So consider this my fucking retirement speech.

Tim: Did he just say...?

Jeff: The Icon is retiring! I would've never seen this coming!

J. Simon Rykopathe: If you were the man I think you are Trey, you would just let me turn my back, walk up the isle, and disappear. So step aside, Trey.

[Rykopathe puts his hands down to his sides, as Michael Trey steps to theside. The fans are silent in shock, as Rykopathe steps through the ropes,and hops down. He stops, and takes a last look around the ring. Suddenly,Save Yourself by Stabbing Westward begins to play as the fans spark inexcitement. Vic Williams jumps out from the back, and stands at the top ofthe enterence ramp. The music stops, as he starts to speak.]

Vic Williams: Unlike any of these people out here, I didn't see this coming.You? The self proclaimed Icon of the HWF? Just punkin' out like that, andwalking away from his unfinished fights? I don't believe this sharade for agod damn second! You seriously want me to beelive that you're just going towalk out and leave? Just like that? BULLSHIT Rykopathe! That's suchfucking bullshit! Not to mention the fact that I'm not gonna let you leave.We haven't finished what you started. If you leave now, you will be known asthe biggest pussy to ever grace the HWF!

J. Simon Rykopathe: Vic, I really don't need this right.....

Vic Williams: There's a lot of things that neither of us needed. I didn't have to dedicate my life to this company. I most certainly did not want mywife to fucking die! And I'm pretty sure you didn't want your girl turn intoa corpse....

J. Simon Rykopathe: Vic, don't even think about taking up another step in thatdirection. Cause if you do....

Vic Williams: Face it, Rykopathe. You're prescious fiance is fucking dead!What else do you have besides the HWF? Nothing. You're a nobody, and if youleave, you'll be a nothing whereever you go!

[Rykopathe drops the mic, and sprints up to Vic Williams. Williams throws down his mic, as the two start to exchange lefts and rights. Security comesout from the back, and separate the two. Both are trying to reach each other, but a number of referees and security guards contain the two. Then,Oh Hell Yeah by H-Block X starts to play...... Blackjack steps through thecurtain behind security to a loud corus of boos, a real loud one. Blackjackjust shrugs off the boos and address the situation at hand.]

Blackjack: What is this? A retirement party? Well, Icon I dont give to motherfuckers about you, I've already kicked your ass a fair share of times, andthe same with you Vic. I'm here for you Trey! You know you think your somebig and bad World Champion standing there with your little "Sleep Now In The Fire" bullshit. Well, Trey, suck my fucking cock. I've been in this federation for nine fucking months now, nine fucking months! And how many title shots have I recieved, one and the second one tonight. So guess what Trey. I think we can do this bitch right now.

[Blackjack runs towards Trey as Trey is telling him to bring it. Securitythen holds the two back. Blackjack cools off and speaks once more.]

Blackjack: Alright, not now. Then how about the next PPV.

Michael Trey: You won a shot at me.

Blackjack: Thats right fool.

Michael Trey: I'd love to kick your ass right now but security seems to be holding me back.

Blackjack: Alright Trey, you wanna get smart? Thats fine. You see Chaz, that egocentric mother fucker in the back favors your ass Trey and God damnit youknow it. I dont know if you suck his dick or something but thats just nasty.You see, I don't kiss ass, I dont suck dick, I work my way to the top. You,Sterling, JJ, you are all ass kissers. Now, me, I've havent recieved onebreak. Everything I've done in the HWF has been 110% Blackjack. The onlything Chaz did was give me a contract and the rest was me. You know, itsfunny, I wrestle every fucking week in this God damn fed. What about youTrey? Do you? No, you dont bitch. How about you Vic? Do you? No you dont.Icon you dont either. But I do! And I am going no where. I've been thrown infire, off cages, hit with flamming chairs, and many other whack ass objectsand for what? These people dont wanna admit it, but not only am I the bestGod damn performer here, but I am the HWF. Who the fuck made this place? Idid. Who was here from the begining? I was. Who was the first ever SinglesChampion? I was. You see, I am the motherfucking Hardcore Wrestling Federation. Chaz didnt make this place, I did. And as much as it pains you mother fuckers in the stands to admit it, Jesus Christ you know I am the Goddamn HWF.

Michael Trey: You know Blackjack, I never liked you. You may have beat these twoidiots, but you've never beaten me. And I am the first Ever World Champion sotake it and stick it!

Blackjack: Your right Trey, I've never beaten you. But guess what? I've nevertried. And you know what I am gonna try. So Trey, I propose me and you at thenext PPV. No, wait, actually how about Me vs. You and let's add these twomother fuckers in the mix. And, finally I will get my shot at the WorldTitle. What about it Trey?

Michael Trey: You want a shot at this? Well bitch, come and get it. Your no threat to me.

Blackjack: What about you Icon? Why dont you do it for that dead hoe bag ofyours. Whats her name? Bambi? Candy? What other slut names have I forgotten?

Icon: Don't start Blackjack, dont even fucking go there.Blackjack- And you Vic. You wouldnt want your dead wife to know your a pussydo you? Key word, DEAD!

Vic: You're on VERY thin ice, Blackjack....

Blackjack: You didnt seem to get the job done at Indecent Exposure 2000 nowdid you? Wasnt it a Blackjack Driver for the one two three making me theNumber One Contender for the Hardcore Title? Just think of it this way.While you two wallow in the misery of your lost love ones, I've been protecting my Stephanie. I didn't let her die. You let your women down.But the ol' Blackjack never lets his lady down. So think about that.

J. Simon Rykopathe: You see, that's just it Blackjack! You think you're thewhole world of the HWF. You think that you've done so much for the company,and that you have the perfect life. Well, maybe you've got a better idea ofhow you want your future to be than I do, but you have seriously crossed theline now! You know, I'm kind of glad that Vic Williams fucked your little Stephanie up a few weeks ago. I'm real glad that he did that, because itproves that you're not as protective of her as you think you are.

[Blackjack's eyes grow in anger, and he tries to rush out of the ring towardsVic and Rykopathe, but security holds him back.]

J. Simon Rykopathe: That's right Blackjack. We've all got our own problems!We're all fucked up in the head! We are the single most sadistic, suicidal,masochistic fucks in the business! And after what just happened between allof us, I think I'm gonna want just one more match here in the HWF.....

Trey: One match? You got it!

J. Simon Rykopathe: Oh, you're only part of the equation, Fireboy. But yourWorld Title will be on the line. Blackjack, if you do happen to win thatHardcore Title tonight, you're putting that on the line. And Vic, you'lljust be in it for my own pleasure. Next pay per view, the four of us in thering at the same time for both belts! And I'm prepared to make this ashardcore as it can possibly be....

Vic Williams: Then if that's the case, let's make it a 30 foot cage match,with barbwire ropes.

Michael Trey: Don't I get to contribute to this affair? How about we havetables surrounding the ring, barbwire ropes..

Blackjack: Brick turnbuckles! We'll have brick turnbuckles!

J. Simon Rykopathe: 4 pits of pain under the tables, and a scaffold!

Michael Trey: And since Blackjack signed his suicide note by asking for a shotat me, how about we attach a neuce to the scaffold?

Blackjack: Hey, fuck you Trey!

Vic Williams: Well, there's something missing in this......I say we all bringone weapon to the ring. One specially made weapons to the ring for our ownmethods of death and destruction.

J. Simon Rykopathe: And you know what? I don't want this to be a basic threecount match. I don't want a countout match. I say we take the top three menin the business....Chaz, Drake, and Collins, and we sit them near ringside.And the only way to be eliminated is to have all three of them unanimouslydecide to take them out due to injury or near death. How about that? You fuckers in?

[As it looks all of the men are in agreement, we fade to commercial.]

[Commercials]

Tim: Well, I think we're ready for our fir-

[Tim looks confused and grabs his earpiece.]

Tim: Hold on, folks, we're getting something from the back. Do we have a camera back there?

[A cameraman runs through a hall somewhere inside the arena chasing after a man holding a three foot long steel rod. The unknown man, who is easily faster than the cameraman, is wearing baggy red cargo pants, a baggy red sweatshirt, and a red ski mask. After dodging through a small crowd of five backstage technicians, the man in red darts to the right around a corner and slams into and completely flattens a teenager carrying a tray with several coffee mugs. The man keeps on running as the cameraman slows down to get by the kid lying right in front of him. The man in red starts lengthening his lead over the cameraman before hanging another right. When the cameraman turns the corner, we see Red stop at a door to read the name on it. He then goes to the next door, reads the name, and backs away from it. Red rams his shoulder into the door forcing it open and charges in. As the cameraman runs tries to catch up, the name "David Zakin" can be seen on the door just before the cameraman enters. Zakin can be seen dropping his duffle bag and turning around just as Red winds up and slams the steel rod into his ribs, doubling him over. The man in red then lifts the rod up and brings it down hard across Zakin's back sending him crashing to the floor. The man in red then backs up a few steps and waits for Zakin to stand up. When he gets to his feet, he is met with another shot from the steel rod, this time to the forehead producing a sickening thud, which knocks him out and sends him back down to the floor. The man in red then laughs for a second before laying the rod down near Zakin's head. Four security guards rush into the room and run right by the mystery man to check on Zakin. Red then walks out of the room while Zakin is being tended to.]

Jeff: What just happened?

Tim: I don't know, but somebody just attacked "The Insider" David Zakin!

Jeff: I wonder if he'll be able to compete tonight...

["Boyz-n-the Hood" by Dynamite Hack suddenyl hits the speakers.]

Tim: Well, we're gonna find out right now.

[There is a short pause before Chris Styles explodes from the back stoping at the of the ramp to pose and gesture to his fans. He then makes his way down the ramp to towards the ring acknowledging the crowd the whole way. When he arrives at the ring intensity jumps onto the appron and flips over the top rope into the ring and "grooves" to the music for a short while. Then music then fades out as he goes to sit in a corner.]

Tim: Chris "Intensity" Styles looks ready for his debut match.

[A bit of smoke fills the entry way when you can hear Eminem on the speakers, after a few seconds you can hear "CAUSE I'M A CRIMINAL!" then "Criminal" by Eminem begins to play and out comes Phattboy, he begins to walk to the ring slowly. He looks at the fans with a smirk on his face while singing the lyrics to "Criminal". He finally gets to the ring and crawls under the ropes and jumps up on a Turnbuckle. He raises his left amr in the air with another smirk on his face. He gets down and you can still see him singing the Lyrics. Phattboy then begins to lean against the ropes with his arms crossed as "Criminal" by Eminem Comes to a end.]

Jeff: Man, I thought The Criminal was making his return; but I just see this fat excuse for a wrestler march down here.

Tim: Yeah, I don't think The Criminal will be back any time soon.

Jeff: Well... by order of elimination, David Zakin should be the next to come out.

[The lights dim and the crowd quiets down a bit. Then a big, red, awesome explosion of pyro goes off and the crowd gives Zakin a standing ovation. "Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot begins to play and out comes Zakin through the smoke. He stands at the top of the ramp and looks around at the crowd. Before walking to the ring, Zakin lifts his hands high in the air. As he brings them down red pyro, starting from the end of the stage area, slowly closes in on him and right before the last explosion he moves out of the way. Zakin walks to the ring holding his head. He gets in and takes a seat on the turnbuckle.]

Tim: Well, he looks well enough. Maybe the mystery attacker didn't finish him off afterall...

[Zakin looks at Phattboy and Styles. He proceeds to turn his back to them and to face the entranceway. He gets a pissed off look on his face and then gives the 'come on' gesture with his right hand.]

Jeff: What is Zakin doing?

Tim: No clue Je-

[Suddenly, "Close the Door" by Prong hits the speakers and the three men in the ring as well as many of the fans stand up in anticipation as an unknown entrance song is playing. When the second guitar starts, a six-foot tall man with short, dark hair bursts through the curtain with a mic in hand. He is wearing black, torn corduroy shorts, black boots, and a plain black shirt with the sleeves torn off. The man slowly walks to the front of the stage and stares down at the ring for a second.]

Man: Cut the music. Now hold on a second there, Zakin. I know you want to know who attacked you and I can tell you this. It wasn't me. I have too many problems of my own right now and I definitely don't need to be going around creating problems for others. So you know what, I'll do this for you. I will personally help you find the person who is responsible for this. We don't need people running around taking cheap shots at each other backstage and whoever did this will get what's coming to them. But just in case you don't believe me, think about this for a minute. I haven't been under contract for even a week yet and I'm already a forgotten man. This has been going on all my life. People meet me and when they realize who I am and where I come from, they try to forget me. They try to put me out of their mind. They try to stay as far from me as possible. And worst of all, they try to forget that they even know who I am. It's almost as if people feel that just be being associated with me, they get tarnished as a person. But normally, this takes time. Not this time however. It was less than a week. Can you believe it? Less than a week. I mean this is supposed to be a debut match for rookies, right? How come I wasn't signed for it? So, if you want to get in the game, you'll have to do things your way, right? So I stand here before you to make an, um, official announcement.

[The man starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring while he speaks.]

Man: Ladies and gentlemen, the fourth competitor in this match tonight hails from western New York. He weighs in at 202 pounds, he is, Phoenix. Now ring the bell.

[The man drops the mic, slides into the ring under the bottom rope and charges at Chris Styles just as the bell sounds. Styles is a little shocked, so Phoenix lays in a few chops and kicks. Phattboy runs over to Zakin and spears him right into the second turnbuckle. All four men are now just brawling with each other as the ref tries and breaks it up.]

Tim: This debut triangle match has turned into a fourway match and then into TOTAL MAYHEM!!

[Phoenix and Styles continue to brawl with each other, as Phattboy and Zakin get to their feet and Phattboy gets the upperhand. Phattboy grabs Zakin's arm and wrings it out a few times. He brings him to the middle of the ropes and irish whips him to the other side. Zakin comes off and Phattboy sends him over with a HIGH back body drop. Zakin immediately gets up and Phattboy locks on a quick suplex. He holds Zakin vertical for a few seconds and then drops him forward into a SICK looking double arm DDT.]

Jeff: Beg for Pain!!

[Styles beats down Phoenix in the corner but then stands up and looks back at Phattboy. Phattboy turns around and charges at Styles, ho waits and then drops him to the mat with a stiff Michinoku Driver. Phoenix sneaks up behind Styles and, when he rises to his feet, Phoenix drops him down to the mat with a quick Inverted DDT. Phoenix rises to his feet just as Zakin is getting up. Zakin stares over at Phoenix and then starts to stomp Phattboy. Phoenix takes his eye off of Zakin as well, and begins kicking the living hell out of Styles. Both men attempt a cover.]

Tim: Double pin!

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

Jeff: Whoa! We almost had two men eliminated right there!

Tim: Almost Jeff...

[Phattboy fights his way to his feet, along with Styles. Phoenix says something to Zakin, but Zakin shrugs it off. Both Zakin and Phoenix grabs Phattboy and Styles and whip them to the other side. Styles slides under the ropes to the other side as Phattboy bounces off and gets caught in an h-bomb type manuveur. Phoenix looks over at Styles and then runs after him. He dives through the ropes and right onto Styles, as Zakin and Phattboy rise in the ring. Zakin grabs Phattboy in a standing head scissors and tries to lift him, but he doesn't budge. Instead, Phattboy back body drops Zakin over.]

Jeff: He couldn't lift the big man!

[Zakin quickly gets to his feet and turns towards Phattboy. Zakin goes for a clothesline but Phattboy ducks it. Phattboy hits the ropes and then comes back towards Zakin, who is facing the same way. Phattboy goes for a bulldog, but turns it into a mat slam mid move. He rolls over Zakin and attempts a pin.]

Tim: Phattboy Plunge!

[One... ...Two... ...Thre..BREAKUP!!]

Jeff: What?

[Phoenix broke up the pin and is now pounding on Phattboy. He man handles him to his feet and locks on a rear chancery. Styles slides into the ring as Phoneix lifts up Phattboy and drops him with an Inverted Implant DDT. The crowd gasps in unison as Phoniex goes for the cover. Styles charges at him, but then stops.]

Tim: Is Styles gonna break it up?

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

Jeff: No!

Tim: Folks, Phattboy has been eliminated...

[Phattboy begins to roll out of the ring as Styles begins to stomp both Zakin and Phoenix. He lifts Zakin to his feet and lays in a few punches. He hooks on a quick front chancery and then drops down Zakin with a DDT. Styles quickly runs to the near corner and scales the ropes. Phoenix gets up and falls back against the ropes. Styles gets dropped onto his groin and Zakin begins to rise to his feet.]

Tim: Oh, new-comer Phoenix is really giving it to Styles!

[Zakin gets up, but looks in disarray. Phoneix stumbles over to his and Zakin lifts him up into a tombstone. Phoenix frantically kicks his legs until he reverses it into a tombstone of his own. Zakin, however, sandwiches Phoenix's head with his thighs and reverses it back the other way. Zakin stumbles a bit, but then drops Phoenix with a tombstone. He lays on top of Phoenix, as if for a pin, just as Stlyes begins to stand up on the top rope.]

Tim: That's a pinning combination!

[One... ..Two.....]

[Styles dives off the top rope with an absolutely HUGE frogsplash. He drops right onto Zakin and Phoenix. Both mn are now covering Phoenix.]

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

Tim: They got him!

Jeff: Man, I thought that Tombstone did him in, but I guess Styles's Intensity Splash was icing on the cake.

Tim: Whatever the case may be, Phoenix has been eliminated...

[The ref pulls Phoenix out from the pile and rolls him to the outside of the ring, where Phattboy is now standing and watching the match. Both Zakin and Styles begin to get to their feet and the ref informs them that they are the only two remaining. They begin to duke it out in the middle of the ring, as Phoenix gets up and takes a spot next to Phattboy outside of the ring.]

Tim: This one has just broken down!

[The lights in the arena flicker off, a low hum resounds throughout the Kellogg Arena. A huge black lights flashes on the crowd, which is glowing because of the white articles of clothing. The humming comes to an end, the lights shut off, and there's nothing but silence in the pitch black arena. Suddenly, with a tremendous BANG! the Kellogg Arena is rattled, by a colorful pyrotechnics discharge from the borders of the HWF-Tron. A few more moments of silence, before the first notes of "Bow Down" by Westside Connection hit the PA system. The music plays, as the confused audience see a reel of snapshots roll across the HWF-Tron, Bentleys, Mansions, Rolls Royce's, $100, $500 bills flash one the screen, when the music stops, the screent cuts on a solitary word "Perfection".]

Tim: What's going on here?

[The screen transforms into a background of black, when the reel begins to run, as big elegant purple block letters hit the screen reading the following. Prepare is seen throughout the whole thing.]

Scrolling Letters: Prepare... 'Cause here he comes ...For a new dynasty ...For a new future ...For an answer to all your troubles ...Forget the past ...as a new star is born, tonight...Prepare for Perfection! ...Prepare for...Jack Daddy!

[The fans are quite startled, not really knowing what to thinks. Suddenly, Jack Daddy appears in the ring with a steel chair in hand. He blasts Zakin over the head with it, prompting Phattboy and Phoenx to slide in the ring. Zakin stumbles to his feet and all 5 men begin brawling all over the ring. Zakin and Phoenix begin to pound on Jack Daddy, as Styles and Phattboy pair off in another corner. The bell sounds, signaling a no-contest.]

Tim: THIS IS CRAZY!!

[The crowd roars in approval.]

Jeff: WHAT DID YOU SAY!?!

[About 10 HWF officials run down to the ring to try and seperate the men. They just can't seem to get order restored though. All 5 men break away and begin another brawl i nthe center of the ring, again.]

Tim: Can anyone stop this?

[Just then, "Good Girls, Bad Guys" by DMX hits the speakers and the fans pop in anticipation. The 5 men in the ring all face the entrance way and stop fighting. Johnny Drake, HWF Vice President, steps out onto the ramp with a mic in hand. He looks down at the ring and smiles a little. He raises the mic to his face as his music fades out.]

Johnny: This is exactly what I was looking for. Ever since Storm and Sterling left, Staff has been trying to recruit some members who showed some heart; who showed some drive. Well, after seeing what I just saw, I'd say the search is over.

[The fans cheer a little.]

Johnny: I'm so impressed in fact, I'm gonna give each of you a match next week. It's gonna be a match not seen too often here in the HWF, so I hope you guys can pull it off... Saturday Suicide, September twenty-third, two-thousand... Phattboy, Jack Daddy, David Zakin, Phoenix, and Chris Styles will all take part in a Battle Royale!

[The fans pop yet again, but the wrestlers in the ring look a little confused.]

Johnny: Oh, and I forgot to add one important detail. The winner of the over-the-top-rope Battle Royale will get a shot at the winner of the main event tonight and the Hardcore Championship. Enjoy folks!

[The fans cheer some more ad "Good Girls, Bad Guys" hits again. The wrestlers in the ring sort of smile and look around at each other. They begin to leave the ring as Johnny disappears into the back.]

Tim: What an announcement!

Jeff: Well be right back folks...

Tim: Hey, that's my line!

["Oh Hell Yeah" hits on the PA system, ushering out one half of the Lethal Alliance--Blackjack. Blackjack also receives a good amount of boos as he walks out from the curtain, shortly followed by the bombshell, Miss Stephanie. The duo enter the ring, Stephanie conservatively modeling for the crowd, then exits as Blackjack raises his arms to more boos.]

Tim: BLT Match, Jeff... Brace yourself for this one.

Jeff: I'm braced, borrito boy.

["Heavy" plays over the loud speaker as the lights dim and red strobe lights begin to flash. . Gavin Coens steps out from the back, his arms stretched out with the Hardcore title in his right hand. The music is almost drowned out by the jeering crowd, but Gavin seems to pay no attention, walking to the ring. He walks up the ring steps and steps through the ropes, raising the belt again as the music fades out.]

Tim: Both of these superstars aren't exactly endeered by this Michigan crowd.

Jeff: Yeah, that's putting it lightly...

[Ding, Ding, Ding]

Tim: There's the bell... we're ready for action!

[Gavin carefully gives his Hardcore title to the timekeeper, lecturing the poor guy before handing him the belt. Blackjack runs up from behind with a knee to the back of Coens, knocking him face first through the ropes, falling on top of the timekeeper, over his table and to the floor.]

Jeff: Gavin squashed that timekeeper! *laughs*

[Blackjack climbs the turnbuckle as Gavin Coens gets up, kicking the timekeeper, blaming him. As Gavin barrades the nearly unconscious timekeeper, Blackjack reaches the top turnbuckle and slowly stands up, gaining his balance. Blackjack dives off, crashing down onto Gavin from behind with a simple splash/double axe handle type fall, causing Gavin to go head on into the guard rail!! Fans near the rail 'ooh' and yell as Coens looks into the camera, showing a slight cut on the bridge of his nose, blood beginning to come through.]

Tim: Gavin is bleeding from that one.

[Blackjack gets back up and grabs Coens, pulling him to his feet. Blackjack grabs Gavin by the arm and whips him into the ring post. A loud 'thud' is heard as Gavin collides shoulder first, then falls to the cement floor. Blackjack quickly gets back on the offensive, grabbing Gavin by the head and pulling him up, immediately ramming him head first into the guard rail.]

Jeff: Blackjack is really using the things around ringside for an early advantage.

[Blackjack then rolls Gavin into the ring, before grabbing the ring curtain and throwing it up. He kneels down and pulls out a coil of barbwire and tosses it into the ring, then goes back to under the ring. He grabs the edge of a ladder and pulls it out, lifts it up, and slides it into the ring. Blackjack grabs the ropes and pulls himself into the ring, while Gavin rolls to the opposite side, bleeding more heavily now.]

Tim: Blackjack looks to have a one-track mind here tonight... Destroying Gavin Coens.

Jeff: It won't be an easy task, I can tell you that.

[Blackjack picks up the ladder, and leans it against the corner turnbuckle. Gavin is to his knees across the ring, beginning to see his own blood. Blackjack walks across the ring to Gavin, but is caught with a lunging elbow from Coens. Gavin gets to his feet and plants a kick to the mid section of Blackjack, not once but twice. Gavin gets two right hands in, beginning to turn the tides.]

Jeff: Gavin is battling back!

[Gavin grabs Blackjack by the arm and whips him with all his might, enough to make Gavin fall to the mat, sends Blackjack hurtling into the corner, flipping and nailing the ladder upside-down, back first!!]

Tim: Ouch! Blackjack nailed that ladder hard!

[Blackjack slides off the ladder to the mat, as Gavin comes over and grabs the ladder, moving it to the center of the ropes. Gavin flips the ladder so it's an open "V" like shape. Gavin then pulls Blackjack up and applies a front chancery, looking around for a reaction from the crowd. The crowd stands as Gavin throws Blackjack's arm around his neck and grabs his waist, lifting him up for a vertical suplex. Gavin lets Blackjack hang there and turns, so they are facing away from the ladder. Gavin then drops, suplexing Blackjack straight onto the supports of the ladder, snapping them off and closing the ladder onto of him!!!]

Jeff: Blackjack broke the ladder!!

Tim: He's squashed in between the two sides of the ladder!

[Gavin goes to the outside and grabs a chair, quickly getting back in the ring. He begins to wail away at the ladder, of which Blackjack is inside, with the steel chair. Blackjack screams in pain as Gavin unleashes a rage, contiously slamming the chair onto the ladder. Finally, Gavin drops the chair and looks around as the fans give him a minor cheer, but moreorless jeers.]

Tim: Gavin is a mad man!

Jeff: What do you expect for a Hardcore champion?

Tim: True, but it's no secret Coens isn't exactly a Hardcore wrestling fan... Quite an oxymoron, if you think about it...

Jeff: You're definitely a moron, that's for sure...

[Gavin lifts the ladder up and pulls Blackjack out, who is a bit wobbly. Gavin kicks him in the gut and grabs a quick front chancery, dropping Blackjack with an evenflow DDT! Gavin rolls him over, hooking the leg.]

Tim: The cover!

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

Jeff: Kickout after two... Blackjack's not out of it yet.

[Gavin looks surprised he didn't get the 3 and gets up, into the referee's face. The ref defends his obvious count, but the arrogant Coens continues to banter him about the count. Blackjack sees his chance and gets up quickly, shaking off the cobwebs. He rushes at Coens, catching him with a big clothesline to the back of the head, knocking Gavin forward into the corner, nearly missing the ref who jumped free.]

Tim: Blackjack with a clothesline from behind.

Jeff: This has been a back and forth fight thus far...

[Blackjack quickly pulls Gavin up into a front chancery. Blackjack hoists Gavin upright.]

Jeff: Could it be the Blackjack Driver?!

[Gavin wiggles free, falling to the mat on his feet. Blackjack turns as Gavin attempts a kick, but it's caught by Blackjack. Gavin looks to go for an enziguri, but Blackjack throws the foot to the side, spinning Gavin around. Blackjack goes for a clothesline, but Gavin ducks and attempts a neckbreaker. Blackjack blocks and spins it around, then shoves Gavin into a standing head scissors. Blackjack lifts Gavin up and cradles on leg, dropping down with a devastating cradle piledriver!!]

Tim: Gavin's spine compressed like a spring!!

Jeff: Man! He was SPIKED!

[Blackjack gets to his feet and goes through the ropes and to the floor. He pulls up the ring curtain again and grabs the edge of a table, pulling it clear from the ring. He picks it up and slides it under the bottom rope, to the excitement of the crowd. Blackjack slides in beside it and picks it onto its side, opening the legs and setting it upright. He slides it around so it's diagonal to the corner, then walks over to Gavin and pulls him to his feet.]

Jeff: Blackjack has some bad ideas for Gavin!

[Blackjack nails Coens with a wild right hand to the side of his face, then drags him towards the table and slams his head into it. Blackjack rolls Gavin onto the table, then goes for the coil of barbwire. He holds it up to the roar of the crowd.]

Tim: Blackjack has got the barbwire!

[Blackjack begins to unroll the barbwire, making a make-shift tie down, wrapping the barbwire around Coens and under the table, causing Coens to try to get free, but can't. Blackjack then goes through the ropes and begins his climb to the top turnbuckle. He reaches the top and stands up, gaining his balance. Blackjack then dives off, almost in slow motion, as he hits a fantastic swan-dive sention bomb onto Gavin, crashing through the table!!!]

[HWF! HWF! HWF!]

Jeff: Good GOD!!

[The chant rages on as Blackjack rolls on the mat, holding his back from the barbwire. The table make a clean break, Gavin's body wrapped in barbwire and in a "V" shape, fitted to the table.]

Tim: What a high risk by Blackjack!

[Blackjack struggles to his feet, grimacing in pain. He slowly limps towards Gavin and grabs him by the hair, pulling him up off the broken table, barbwire and all. Gavin lets out a desparation upper cut, trying to get some offense in. Blackjack quickly raises a knee, driving it into the chest and jaw of Coens. Blackjack then rushes at Gavin and takes both of them over with a clothesline, tumbling to the floor.]

Jeff: They're out here in front of us, Tim...

Tim: I hate it when they come out here...

[Both men hit the floor hard, and now are trying to crawl to their feet. Gavin is still wrapped in barbwire, obviously digging into his skin. Blackjack gets to his feet first but Gavin is surprisingly up right after. Blackjack rushes at Gavin again but is caught off guard with a drop toe hold, driving Blackjack face first into the ring steps!!]

Tim: OH!!

[Gavin slowly gets to his feet and grabs Blackjack by the head. He spins him around so they face the same way, as Gavin locks on a full nelson. Coens steps over and drives Blackjack face first into the ground with a full nelson forward russian legsweep!!]

Jeff: THE CARDYNAL SYN!!!

Tim: It could be all over!!

[Gavin doesn't go for the cover, instead pulls Blackjack back up and tosses him onto the announce table!]

Jeff: Whoa! I'm outta here!

[The sounds of microphones banging is heard as Tim and Jeff vacate their commentating location. Gavin drives an elbow into the sternum of Blackjack, then turns to the ring. He slides in and walks towards the ladder. He picks it up and folds it closed, then walks towards the rope nearest Blackjack. He lodges the ladder in between the ropes (in front of the top, behind the middle, in front of bottom) and looks around as the crowd stands, knowing something big will go down. Gavin smiles and begins to climb up the vertical ladder. It's a bit wobbly, but he reaches the step second from the top and slowly unwraps the barbwire around his midsection and transfers it to his right leg!! After wrapping the leg up in barbwire, he carefully switches sides of the ladder, now sitting on the very top. He slowly stands up and dives off as flash bulbs go off everywhere. CRASH!! Gavin connects with a INCREDIBLE guillotine legdrop from the ladder, onto Blackjack, through the announce table!!]

[HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!]

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

[Gavin rolls over onto Blackjack and hooks his leg as the referee comes out. Evidentally falls count everywhere as the ref begins his count.]

[One... ...two... ...three!!!]

Jeff: GAVIN WINS! GAVIN WINS!

["Heavy" hits over the PA as the ref drapes the Hardcore title over Gavin, as the credits begin to roll.]

Jeff: Tim's microphone is broke, praise the lord, I'm Jeff Robinson... Goodnight!

[Fade out on Gavin holding the Hardcore title on the rubble of what used to be the announce table.]