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November 4, 2000

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[8:56 pm | Mid-South Coliseum, Memphis Tennessee]

[The camera fades into a shot of a plain white door backstage. On the door is written "Hardcore Productions". You can't hear anything, except for the backround clutter of a normal hallway. The door opens slighty, and you hear Jay-Z's "You, Me, Him and Her" playing inside. The door shuts again and the music cuts out. A few seconds elapse and the door swings fully open, revealing Johnny Drake shaking hands with.... Bisc Limpkit! The two say their goodbyes and Bisc walks out of the room with a smile on his face. Johnny shuts the door behind him. Bisc walks down the hallway a bit but suddenly stops and looks to his right, where Michael Trey stands staring a hole right through him. Bisc stares back, neither men saying a word. After about 30 or 40 seconds, Trey shakes his head and heads out a door labeled "EXIT". The scene fades to black as Biscstands motionless.]

[9:00 pm]

[The camera is black until a HUGE explosion is heard. The camera cuts right into the Mid-South Coliseum in Memphis, Tennessee where about 2,000 screaming HWF fans are packed wall to wall. There is such a huge "H-W-F, H-W-F" chant that you can barely hear "Last Resort" by Papa Roach through the speakers. In the center of the ring is Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson, decked out in suits; both of them. Tim looks around the arena and tries to talk above the defening noise...]

Tim: Hello everyone, and WELCOME TO SATURDAY SUICIDE!!

[HUGE pop for the beginning of the show, Tim and Jeff laugh a little. Jeff begins to dust of his mic in preparation.]

Tim: I'm head commentator Tim Miller, and joining me...

[Jeff stops Tim and pauses for a moment.]

Jeff: And joining him is me... Jeff...

[Dramatic Pause]

Jeff: ..."Welcome Bisc Limpkit, to our Hardcore Staff, and if you ever needs some ho's, you know who to ask..."

[Jeff drops the mic and does an RVD-type pose while smiling the whole time. He quickly picks up the mic to finish his catch phrase as the fans laugh and cheer.]

Jeff: ....Robinson!!

[Bigtime pop for the completed phrase, Tim chimes in.]

Tim: Thank you Jeff... now, we have a HUGE show for you so let's get started right away. Folks, stay with us, Saturday Suicide begins when we com...

[Suddenly, a HUGE explosion is set off at the entranceway as strobe lights cut on and an instrumental of Limp Bizkit's "Rollin" blasts throughout the arena. The lights dim down, with a little bit of light still left, enough to see the entranceway down to the ring. "The Hardcore Hero" Jayson Starr comes out of the back with his black shades and leather jacket on, and holding his newly aquired HWF title over his shoulder. Tim and Jeff are now at the announce table.]

Tim: There he is, the new HWF champion!

Jeff: It's about damn time, too.

[Jayson stands there and looks around as the crowd cheers. He turns towards the ring, then starts walking towards it. Jayson slaps some fans' hands on the way to the ring. He gets to the ring, climbs in, and starts walking around the ring some, looking at the seemingly endless sea of screaming fans. He points to the HWF title and the crowd starts chanting his name. Jayson walks over to a turnbuckle, gets up on the second rope, and holds the HWF belt in the air for all to see. Jayson then hops down, and walks over to the edge of the ring. He asks for a mic, and one is given to him. His music slowly dies down to nothing, and he stands there listening to the crowd cheer. Jayson slings the HWF title back over his shoulder, then brings the mic to his mouth.]

Jayson: Two weeks ago...

[The crowd cheers some more, then dies down some to allow him to talk.]

Jayson: Two weeks ago, I walked into this very ring, just like I have every time before, and I fought one of the toughest fights I've ever had. Against Blackjack.... Justin Storm... and Michael Trey, three of the toughest mothafuckas I've ever had the pleasure to step in the ring with. I battled my heart out... and finally..... FINALLY.... I came out, on top.

[The crowd gives a huge pop for their champion.]

Jayson: Trey, when I first came here, you hated me. Not to mention numerous others, like Blackjack, Lance Sterling, Edgecrusher, and some punk ass bitch named Goings. You said to me Trey... you said that I was a "nothing", and just some "punk kid" who thinks he can do everything. You said to me... "get some wins under your belt" and "win some titles before I'm anywhere near your level". Well, how's this for winning a title? Cause only two weeks ago, I walked into this ring, I fought you one-on-one, and I BEAT YOU.

[The crowd gives another pop.]

Jayson: This isn't about pride, or about money, or about titles. This is about respect, and that's exactly what I got.

Tim: He did do that.

Jayson: Now last week, I fought alongside Justin Storm... going up against two punk asses who managed to get lucky. Of course, I'm talking about none other than the jackasses themselves, Scruggs and Coens, otherwise known as Blistered Urkel.

[The crowd starts to laugh at this, and Jayson looks around like he doesn't know he said something funny. He looks to Tim and Jeff and gets a "what I say?" look on his face.]

Tim: (shouts to him) It's Twisted Circle!

Jayson: Huh?

Tim: (shouting) TWISTED CIRCLE!

Jayson: Ohhhh! Twisted Circle. Okay I get it now. Man, that sounds even worse. But anyway, they come out.. and try to get the drop on your HWF champ. I gotta admit, they had me against the ropes considering it was a TWO-ON-ONE. And besides, I kicked outta thier finisher, or whatever the hell that was. So that tells you something about them right there. But anyway, after Justin comes down and wreaks some havoc on their asses, some bs goes down, and we've got a double-pin. Resulting in what I thought was gay as hell... vacated tag titles.

[Boos start to emerge from the crowd.]

Jeff: That was pretty damn gay if I do say so myself.

Jayson: Yeah I know. Which brings me to tonight. Looks like good ol' Chaz set me up in a one-on-one match with Coens for the tag straps, with Justin and Scruggs as lumberjacks on ringside. Now, I'm tellin' you right here and now Gavin, you ain't gonna win. Cause as far as one-on-one matches go here in the HWF, I'm basically undefeated. Except for that one little incident at King of Violence, but we ain't gonna get into that. So Gavin, bring whatever and whoever you can with you to the ring.. cause it won't do a damn bit of difference for ya. Cause bottom line, those tag straps are going right back where they belong: Around the waists of Justin Storm... and the HWF Champion.... The Hardcore Hero, Jayson Starr.

[As Jayson finishes that sentence, "Rollin" hits the speakers again. Jayson tosses the mic back to the ring announcer, and he catches it. Jayson holds up the HWF title once more for the crowd, then climbs out of the ring. He starts making his way to the back, slapping hands of fans on the way. Then finally, goes into the back.]

Tim: Man, this is gonna be one hell of an evening, and it's just been kicked off to a great start by our HWF Champion, Jayson Starr. Stay tuned everyone, we'll be starting off our first match of the evening in just a minute!

[Commercials]

[The camera fades back into the arena.]

Tim: And first up is the Zakin versus Styles showdown!!

Jeff: YAWN!!

Tim: Jeff, this should be good, it's an I quit match, it's nothing to yawn about.

Jeff: YAWN!! No wonder this match is first.

Tim: Pff. Let's just get this match underway...

[The lights dim down a bit and the crowd gets silent. The sounds of "Walk" by Kilgore gradually get louder and the crowd begins to cheer. A big explosion of red pyro goes off and the lights come back on with the fans on their feet. Zakin walks to one end of the stage and tries to get the most out of the crowd. They give him a large pop and Zakin begins to walk towards the ring. He begins to stare down Styles and the n looks at the crowd. He grins and walks down the to the ring. He walks up the steel steps and goes through the middle rope and walks to the middle of the ring. He raises his hands high in the air and the crowd gives him one more pop before the bell rings.]

Tim: Well, there's Zakin, and he's looking set for this one. All we are waiting for is...

[Suddenly, Boys-n-the-Hood by Dynamite Hack starts and there is a short pause before Chris Styles explodes from the back stopping at the of the ramp with a new toy, a Hockey Stick wrapped in barbwire, 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 apron and flips over the top rope into the ring and "grooves" to the music for a short while. Then music then cuts out as he goes to sit in a corner. ]

Jeff: Whoa, he's dancing, and he's got a new toy, how nice....

[Out of nowhere Chris Styles, turns and makes a b-line for Zakin as he drops the hockey stick. Zakin spins around to be met with a devastating spin-wheel kick right from the start of the match.]

Tim: There you go, action, and straight away too.

[Zakin pops back up, in a slight status of shock, with a huge pissed off look in his eye. Styles disregards it, and lays into Zakin with a few punches, slowly backing him into the corner. He then pauses, and swings, a echoing sting is heard around the arena with a huge chop from Styles.]

Jeff: WOOO!

Tim: So now you're into the match?

[Styles delivers another knife-edge chop, a little bit higher this time.]

Jeff: WOOOOOOOO!

[Styles continues with another chop, as Zakin's shirt starts to rip under the strain of the lethal shots. Styles then grabs him, and attempts a super irish-whip to the other corner, Zakin reverses it as Styles goes flying for the turnbuckle. As Styles is going head first for the turnbuckle corner, he stops and skids in a circle, missing the turnbuckle and coming face to face with a chargin' Zakin. Styles thinks quick and drops down with a drop-toe-hold, slamming Zakin's head into the bottom turnbuckle pad. As Zakin lay, face-down in the turnbuckle. Styles jumps up and gets the fans revved up with a few poses.]

Tim: He's wasting time, a slight rookie mistake on Intensity's part here.

[Styles then backs up a bit, and runs strait at the helpless Zakin. Delivering a nasty bronco buster type move with his ass, to the back of Zakin's head. Large pop from the crowd, as Zakin bounces up and down in a stink-face type position on Zakin's neck!]

Jeff: Or not, It seems Styles has a game plan, and he's going for it.

[Styles then hops up after a few bounces, as Zakin slumps to the floor. Styles poses once again, then turns around to pick up the beaten Zakin. Styles, picks Zakin up, and throws him over his shoulder in an argentine backbreaker rack. He then slowly walks to the middle of the ring, before spinning Zakin out in front of him and slamming him down with a face first powerbomb.]

Tim: WOW! New move by Styles, that was nice.

Jeff: It's been done, highly un-innovative, in my opinion.

[Styles poses again, as Zakin lays beaten, Styles then turns to pick up Zakin, but The Insider then rises quickly, delievering a severe low blow to the testicles of Intensity. The crowd "ooooh's" as Styles chicken walks around the ring, before falling face down in the center.]

Jeff: There ya go! Lovely technical wrestling showed there by "The Insider" David Zakin.

Tim: Technical?!

[Zakin then stumbles across to the body of Styles and goes for a "Crompton Crossface".]

Jeff: This could be over, quicker then it started, thank god.

Tim: This is our future, don't be so harsh.

[As Zakin drops down, Styles rolls away and scurries for the ropes. Zakin follows up with a dropkick to the head of Styles, and a few quick leg drops in succession. Styles slowly hangs his head across the bottom rope for support. Zakin's facial expression changes from "Pissed-Off" to "Idea". As he scales the turnbukle, and faces the head of Styles.]

Tim: What's he going to do!?

Jeff: This is the Hardcore Wrestling Federation, we haven't even seen a chair yet, this match sucks.

[Styles slowly pulls his head out from between the bottom and middle ropes and then pulls up one more, and rests in between the middle and top ropes. He takes a breather there, as Zakin takes to flight, landing a unbelievable Rocker Dropper to the back of Styles' head as he is hung through the ropes. Zakin falls hard on the apron, before crashin to the floor, as Styles' bounces around in between the ropes like a ragdoll and grasps his throat and stomach!]

[Huge pop from fans, as chants of H-W-F start up around the arena.]

Tim: Oh my god, did I just see that?!

Jeff: That got me to watch, that was fucking insane! The "Insider Drop" to Styles, almost cost him his life!!

Tim: I can't believe you even know the name of the move, as if you care!

[Zakin rolls around on the ground, looking in more pain than Styles, who is still in the ring, kicking around in the ring grasping for air.]

Tim: I think Zakin may of broken his tail bone on that one.

Jeff: Oh well, these youngins' learn the hard way.

[Styles slowly gets to his feet, still holding his throat, but stumbles across to the ropes closest to Zakin. Styles shakes off the pain for a second, and springs up onto the top rope...]

Tim: What's he gunna do?!

[...then takes flight with a huge Intensity Splash, to the outside at David Zakin. David rolls out of the way, as Styles crashes hard onto the floor, immediately holding his ribs.]

Jeff: And it's back to them being on the ground hurt.

[Zakin then gets up, limping, favoring his ass/tail bone, and looks under the ring apron for a weapon of choice. He pulls a trash can out, but throws that away, he then pulls a fire extinguisher out, and throws that away too, same with the kendo stick, and the cookie sheets he gets. But the last item he gets, is a wooden chair, wrapped in barbwire, as chants of H-W-F automatically bellow around the arena as Zakin holds it to the air, as cameras flash like mad.]

Jeff: This could be sweet!

[Zakin the walks over to Styles, and lays the chair across the back of his head. And hops up to the apron. He then runs to the furthest turnbuckle away, while still being on the same side, and does a little pose (like Crowbar), he then takes off, running down the apron and jumps. He corckscrews, he flies, he then lands hard on his ass with a vicious legdrop across the chair and Styles, as he bounces off, the chair stays attached to his leg, the barbwire cutting in deeper as he screams in pain. Styles just lays there, the blood starting to trickle from the back of his neck, and from his nose, as it crashed into the floor.]

Tim: Holy shit, Head Slice modification from the apron, onto a chair.

Jeff: Hell, I told you it was going to be toooo sweeeeeeeet!

[Suddenly, someone rushes from the back, with a lead pipe in hand...]

Jeff: That's stupid, he could of atleast waited for the combatants to get up.

Tim: Wait, that's Ethan Scruggs, what's he doing here!?

[He then slides into the ring, and runs across it, and slides out, ending up in between both hurt contestants. He sorta pauses there, debating on who to take out as Styles and Zakin both slowly rise to their feet with one half of the crowd dissing Scruggs, and the other half popping for him. After a brief moment of hesitation, Scruggs bursts into action and bludgeons Zakin over the head with a nasty shot with his pipe. Zakin immediately slumps to the ground, not moving, with his eyes rolling back in his head.]

Tim: CRAP!! Scruggs and Styles were in this together all along, they weren't feuding after all!!

Jeff: It seems everyone is teaming up these days.

Tim: They pulled the wool over our eyes, it was all a hoax.

Jeff: Speak for yourself, I saw this a mile away.

[The crowd continues popping, as Scruggs helps Styles to his feet, and chucks his arm around his shoulder. Styles then raises a hand in celebration, before Scruggs smirks, and jams the pipe into Styles' midsection, doubling him over in pain, and falling to the floor, looking up at Scruggs.]

Tim: What in god's name?!

Jeff: ....

Tim: I bet you didn't see that coming?

Jeff: Um, saw it a mile away.p [The crowd is going nuts in a series of boos and cheers, as Scruggs pulls Styles back to his feet. He then locks on a front chancery, and snaps it around into a vicious cutter, finishing Styles off with his dreaded "Fatality". Scruggs then bends over and picks up the pipe, before strolling backstage, dissing Styles and Zakin on the way.]

Tim: So they do hate each other, after all.

[By this time Zakin's too his feet, he checks back under the ring, finding a table, and slides it into the ring. He then picks up the beaten Styles and slides him in too. Zakin manages to set up the table, behind him, and picks up Styles. Styles fights back, with some right hands. Zakin stumbles back, but fights back...it's back and forward, neither men giving up their advantage. They slowly bludgeon each other down till they're both on their knees, slowing hitting each other with the weakest of punches, as the crowd "Oooh" every punch.]

Jeff: SLUGFEST CITY!!

[Officials and security quick run down to the ring, to break up this ludicrous act, as Zakin and Styles both look like the bottom of a shoe that stood in dogshit. Their faces are beaten, they're bleeding, and they're about to pass out. The ref quickly calls it a no-contest...]

Tim: Looks like this one's over.

Jeff: Damnit there's no winner!

[Suddenly, both men get a burst of energy, and charge through the officials, and start pounding each other again, as Styles gets a quick tackle in, and brings Zakin too the ground. He lays in some punches, then Zakin rolls him over, and lays some in himself, before being yanked away by the security. He lays in a last kick, as he gets dragged away.]

Tim: Seems like this feud is hotting up, these men are like animals.

Jeff: Anyway, it's time for commercials...that match actually impressed me slightly.

[Commercials]

[The camera fades back into the arena, where the camera is on Tim and Jeff.]

Jeff: And next up, a exciting propect of a match. Grab the barbwire wrapped chair off a pole, and beat the everliving crap outta your opponent with it, then go for a pin.

Tim: Yes, sounds exciting.

Jeff: Didn't ask you...

Tim: Does anyone every ask you?

[A black cloud cast a shadow over the fans. They begin to quiet down. The lights go out slowly, leaving only a faint red and blue light pointing towards the entrace. Fans hold up and spark their lighters and wait in anticipation. A string of fire shoots down the ramp and ends. Then, Thunder Underground by Ozzy Osbourne begins. The crowd gives a faint cheer. After a few moments, Renegade walks out and looks around and the fans surrounding him. He takes off his bandana and throws it into the crowd and raises his arms as they cheer. Renegade walks down the aisle and up the stairs and gets into the ring over the top rope. The ring announcer cowers behind a turnuckle as Renegade stands in the center of the ring and fireworks go off all around the ring. The music fades.... ]

[Renegade grabs a mic as the crowd quiets down...]

Renegade: Well, tonight, I will destroy and finish off Extream. For those of you, like myself, who don't know who Extream was a while ago, ask him, and he will say 'a legend' or something like that. Well, the only legendary thing he accomplished is pissing off Renegade the most number of times. Extream, you have succeeded in making an ass out of yourself. Now, I have no idea how warmed up you are for this match, but I have been waiting ever since I let go of the hold I had on you at Suicide. The day after I had a desire to beat you bloody, but waited until it was organized into a match.

Renegade: Some of you, hell all of the Rengade fans...

[Crowd cheers]

Renegade: Think Extream is just extremely boring. I am going to put an end to this. He should make up his mind. Does he want to compete still a washed up veteran, or go out a legend? Obviously, he is confused, so I will solve the problem for him by beating his ass so bad and use this barbed wire to my advantage.

Renegade: I know this is the match you were all looking forward to in the first place, but I have something in store for all you fans, and most of all, Extream. If you happened to notice last week, Extream talked a lot of shit, but in the end, he lost the match because I had him in the hold. Hell, I lost the match too, but who really looked like a loser? The little dumbass that was about to have his legs broken. I have to clear up one thing. Extream, you would have never gotten yourself into this shit if you had not have talked all that trash to me before the four way match. You could have just shut your mouth, and the outcome of the match could have been different because I wouldn't have been concentrating on beating your ass, but just winning the match. Although a shot at the hardcore title is good and all, and I will eventually get one by the way, a one on one shot to kick your ass is much more tempting. Hell, it's getting tough just finishing this interview thinking of all the ways I will kick your ass. Maybe send you through a table. Rap some barbed wire around your neck and choke you. Or maybe just give you the Fist of Rage, but that's not enough. You have earned yourself much more than that. There is no getting out of it now, and I just can't wait any longer. So, without anymore delay, the world's dumbest son of a bitch, Extream get your ass on ou...

[Renegade is cut off as "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed plays on the speakers and Extream rushes out from the back, not worrying about his enterance, he slides in to an unexpecting Renegade, and starts to lay in punches immediately, the bell is rung, and the two superstars begin their slugfest. The bigger, and stronger Renegade, starts to get the upperhand on the smaller and more agile Extream untill a big lariat attempt fails, and Extream ducks and spins...the world appears to come to a pause for mere seconds, as Extream picks his spot - Renegade's chin - and springs forward with the "Extreme Kick" (Standing Side Kick) knocking Renegade straight on his ass.

Tim: As quick as it started, this match is over.

Jeff: Not by a long shot, Renegade's gotta be stronger than that, but go Extreame go!

[Extreame drops down for a cover..]

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

Jeff: Told ya Timbo.

[Extream doesn't stop there, he starts to kick some resssssshpect into the body of Renegade with some swift martial arts kicks. Extream then runs back and bounces off the ropes, Renegade drops down, and Extream hops over him, he then bounces of the other side and comes back, and is met by Renegade and his friend - Mr Powerslam. Extream rolls around clutching his back, as Renegade goes for the turnbuckle, where the Barbwire Chair resides.]

Tim: It could be extremely dangerous for Extream if Renegade gets the chair.

Jeff: Hahahhahah, you're so funny, as funny as my little toe.

[Renegade climbs the first rope, and reaches up, still out of reach, he then climbs up one more as Extream is too his feet. Renegade starts reaching, but Extream takes off, he runs and springboards off the ropes to the right of Renegade, then flies at Renegade catching him in cross body, and lands on him.]

Tim: Nice.

[Extream then rolls to the apron, and signals to the crowd, he then flips over with a slingshot and rotates a full 450 degrees and lands a sick splash onto Renegade. Extream picks up Renegade and whips him into the ropes, Renegade reverses it and waits for the rebound. Extream bounces off the ropes, and comes back, he rolls up the chest of Renegade in a exciting motion, and is set..]

Jeff: He's going TOO THE EXTREME!!

[...he slips his legs off and grabs the front chancery on Renegade, but that's as far as it goes, as Renegade just stands their, too strong for the move. He grabs the legs of Extream and hoists him up high in a slingshot, before grabbing him in a right hand choke, and slamming him down with a layout chokeslam.]

Tim: He just took "Too the Extreme" down to mediocre levels.

[Renegade smirks a bit, and picks Extream up and tosses him too the outside. He climbs out, stepping over the rope, and drops down beside Extream before Guillotining him across the apron. Renegade then makes his way over too the announcers table, and pulls the top cover off it.]

Tim: HEY!! This isn't the friggin' WWF!

Jeff: Hey, but atleast we won't have technical difficulties when Extream's face hits the table.

Tim: How so?

Jeff: Because we're too povvo to afford things that would go technical!

Tim: Try telling Mr. Drake, and The Superstar that.

[Renegade carries the bit of table, over and props it in between a bit of crowd fencing, he then pushes the other end in between the steel stairs and the corner post. The bit of table lies verticle, with the edge looking very nasty. Renegade smirks again and arrogantly strolls across to the downed Extream. He picks Extream up and puts him in a gutwrench, he then yoinks him up onto his shoulder in a canadian rack, turns and walks across to the table bit, standing ominously above it with Extream on his shoulder.]

Tim: If he tries his Dominator, Extream could literally be decapitated.

Jeff: Well, we'll just have to sew his head back on, this is the HWF afterall.

[The crowd burst into HWF cheers at the prospect of the upcoming move. Renegade then goes for the snap bit of the dominator, Extream doesn't budge, What he does do however, is grab Renegades head with his right arm in a wierd chinlock, he then breaks out of the grasp of the dominator and spins around the back of Renegade head, ending up on his other side, with the wierd chinlock ending up in a chancery, he then drops back with a EXTREME sized DDT, landing Renegade stomach first across the table as a sickening thud is hurts and Renegade rolls over, clutching his gut in pain as blood slowly starts to flow.]

Jeff: FUCK!!! What a counter by Extream, he took him down with a crazy modification on the Too the Extreme, and now Renegade's gut is busted open.

Tim: I can't speek, catching breath.

[Extream isn't back to his feet, but the crowd is cheering loudly for the great work ethic these guys follow, they're not cheering for Extream, they're not cheering for Renegade, they're cheering H-W-F, H-W-F. Extream slowly stumbles back into the ring... and gets up leaning over the rope at the downed Renegade, he's huffing and puffing but not blowing any houses down, as the lights go completely out, and "Stand Up and Shout" by Fozzy blares over the speakers. The crowd gives a small pop. After a few seconds, and as the song progresses, and "Stand UP and SHOUT!" is said, pyros shoot off all over the place. The crowd pops largely at this as a woman steps out from the back with a steel chair in hand. She has red hair, and a tight Renegade shirt on along with baggy jeans. She runs to the ring as Extream realizes what is going on amidst the confusion and stands up and turns around to face the woman, and he is met with a vicious chair shot to the face. The woman climbs the turnbuckle and hits a moonsault on the stunned Extream.]

Tim: What the hell just happened then?!

Jeff: I just saw the woman of my dreams! MOONSAULT ME WHILE NAKED MS. PRETTY, please, I BEG OF YOU!

[Renegade's up by this time, and starts to laugh as the woman leaves the ring and takes a seat at ringside, he rolls into the ring while giving the mysterious woman a smile. He clumbs the turnbuckle, and grabs the barbwire chair down and holds it to the air.]

Tim: NOOOO! Not like this, it can't end this way.

[Renegade then waits as Extream gets slowly to his feet. Renegade then charges with a big "AHHHHHHHHH!" and takes a big overhead swing, but Extream swings around with a back heel kick to the back of Renegade's head as he misses and passes. He stumbles and falls, landing face first on the chair, on the barbwire. But Extream can't capatilize, and he falls back down, as exhausted as Renegade.]

Tim: Both men have given it all, whoever wins is a true future champion here!

[Renegade starts to bleed from his face as his stomach has stopped bleeding, he rolls over however, and carefully pries the chair from his face, making sure not to rip his own skin any further. He lies back, and takes a deep breath, and attempts to get to his feet. Extream also gets to his feet, and staggers backwards, the ropes behind him acting as a wall to lean on. He then charges at Renegade, rolling up his chest, once again, aiming to take him Too the Extreme face first into the barbwire chair. He gets to the top and is slammed back first onto the chair, coutesy of a Renegade powerbomb. Renegade slumps down, drained of energy, and makes a pin attempt.]

[One... ...Two... ...THREE!!]

Tim: It's over...

[The ref awards the win to Renegade as the timekeeper hits the bell. As the woman gets up from her ringside positions and slinks into the ring and kneels down beside Renegade, he gets up and gets his arm raised by the red, as he is given a mic.]

Renegade: Let me introduce you all to my new manager who will permanently be in my corner, Amy! Not only has she made an impact already, she just kicked Extream's ass!

[The crowd cheers as "Thunder Underground" hits the speakers and Renegade drops the mic and hugs Amy. Then, he picks up the chair and smacks Extream across the face with it one final time. Amy and Renegade then make their way up the aisle and to the back...]

Jeff: Mmmmmm, Amy, mmmmmmmm

Tim: Snap outta it Jeff, Renegade's got a new valet, and he's just got a win over Extream, Extream's going to be pissed!!!

Jeff: Actually, he shouldn't be, that was a match for the ages.

[The camera then cuts to backstage, where HWF correspondant Ryan Fuller's standing at a locker room door, with the words "Jayson Starr" written on the front.]

Ryan: I'm standing at the door to the locker room of the HWF Champion, Jayson Starr. I'm gonna try to get a w...

[Just then, the locker room door opens, and out steps none other than Starr himself. He turns to look at Ryan, then smirks.]

Jayson: Well what the hell're you doin' here?

Ryan: Jayson, you're going up tonight against Gavin Coens for the tag titles.. and have Ethan Scruggs, and your parter, Justin Storm at ringside as lumberjacks. Is there anything going into your mind as you go into this match?

Jayson: Well hell yea son there's alot goin through Starr Cold's mind. First of all, ya got this sumbitch called Gavin Coens walkin around thinkin he's king shit. Well he'll find out first hand today he ain't king of a damn thing, all he IS is shit. Then, ya got this other moron named Scrubs, or Scruggs, or whatever the hell he's called, and he's got the GALL to think that he's gonna take me and Justin Storm's tag team titles, then he's gonna take ol' Starr Cold's WORLD title?! EH EH! It just don't work that way, son. I'm surprised you're even alive, seein as what I did when I barbequed your ass not too long ago. See what I'm gonna do, is I'm gonna walk down WITH the tag title, I'm gonna open THE BIGGEST can of whoop-ass you'll ever taste, and I'm gonna walk OUT, with the tag title. And THAT's the bottom line, cause Starr Cold... said so!

Ryan: Now, what abo...

Jayson: Naw, wait a minute son. Do you have anything else important to ask me?

Ryan: W-well, I wa..

Jayson: ..I didn't think so. Now get outta my face, son.. I got shit to do.

[With that, Jayson turns back around and walks into his locker room and closes the door. Ryan Fuller shrugs, and walks off camera. The camera focuses in on the words "Jayson Starr" on the door, then the scene cuts back to commercial.]

[Commercials]

[The camera comes back from commercial to a view of the fans, who are all chanting "H-W-F, H-W-F"]

Jeff: And now, a flaming tables match between three youngin's here in the HWF. It's the epic saga of Two Canadians and a Tired One, hell they all suck, let's hope the all kill each other tonight.

Tim: You my friend, deserve the beating that will come to you one day.

[Inner Fury blasts all over the PA as most of the fans begin to boo but a few cheer for the man they know is coming out, Insomnia. Then after about twenty seconds of waiting Insomnia walks out as he receives a few more boos once he shows his face. Insomnia casually walks down to the ring, not looking to concerned about the fans or his opponent. Insomnia rolls under the ringropes and leans up against the ring ropes looking into the crowd, waiting for the match to begin.]

Tim: One down, two to go..

Jeff: And two f'n Canadians.

[Nobody Like you by Limp Bizkit hits the air and the lights go out, strobe lights along the ramp and entrance way begin flickering in unison and Thrilla walks out and over them. He stands over a set of lights for a while and raised his arms above his head and crosses them, making his trademark X or dropout sign by clapping his wrists together. He walks down the aisle, always looking at the floor so as not to look at the fans giving him hand gestures. He slides under the bottom rope and bounces to his feet again, and raises his arms in the X again as a spotlight follows him, then he lowers his arms and the music fades out and the lights dim back on. He looks at Insomnia with a seedy grin, and waits for Corman..]

[Lights go out and an alarm goes off buzzing as the screen lights up with a giant "C" on the left side, then a "K" on the right, followed by the Canadian Mask in the middle, which then rips in half as an explosion of red and while fireworks shoot up in a wall formation along the entrance. "Starseed" by Our Lady Peace then echoes throughout the arena and the "Canadian Kid" Kyle Corman stands emerges from the sea of red and white. Dressed in his black trench coat, lugz boots, and black oakleys, CK begins to walk straight down the aisle to a large pop of the crowd chanting "CK"! Kyle slides under the ring ropes and goes to the far corner and climbs it raising one fist in the air, he jumps back down and with one twirling motion, removes the trench coat, and then places the shades with them ]

Jeff: And gentleman, start your engines!!

[The three men just stand their, looking at each other with a slight glint of pissed-offness in their eyes. As pyrotechnic crews light the tables that are at ringside, simultaneously all three men charge, with Insomnia getting the upperhand, clotheslining both men down, Corman and Thrilla get back up and charge Insomnia, landing a double splash to either side of his body, as he falls down and rolls to the outside. Thrilla and Corman looks at each other and then go at it too, the temporary alignment destroyed by a nice chop-socky Standing Sidekick by Corman, catching Thrilla right in the shoulder. Thrilla goes down, as Corman follows up with a quick clap and a "land-on-back" double foot dropkick, to the shoulder of Thrilla. Insomnia is back up on the outside and he rolls in.]

Tim: Match is taking a while to heat up.

Jeff: Um, dickhead, there's flaming tables around the ring, this is no time to joke around...

Tim: What, did you just say Jeff? Is this THE Jeff we're talking to, Mr Jeff Robinson? Mr I love hardcore?

Jeff: .....

[Insomnia picks up the fallen Thrilla, and slams him down with a vicious DDT. Corman then runs at Insomnia from behind slamming him with a flying forearm, sending him back to the outside. Insomnia hangs onto the rope and hangs precariously on the apron, with a flaming table behind him. Corman runs over and goes to knock him off, but Insomnia ducks it, Thrilla is back up, and Corman goes for another shot at Insomnia, Insomnia ducks it again, and gives Corman a shoulder to the gut. He leans back, ready for a sunset flip, probably, but Thrilla runs from behind, and slams into the back of Corman. Corman, who is doubled over, get's thrusted foward, and goes flying through the ropes, Insomnia catches Corman and falls back with a crazy weird suplex as both men go falling through the table.]

Jeff: Who won!?

Tim: I don't know. This is over as quick as it started.

Jeff: I assume Thrilla's out of the top two. Was Corman the winner, by neckbreaking Insomnia through the table?! Or was it Insomnia with that suplex through the table?!

Tim: Well i don't know, I already said that.

Jeff: Let's wait for the referee's disicion.

[The crowd is booing for this extremely short match, but still cheering for the crazy ending. The ref looks confused, still having to declare a winner, he pauses, then looks at the ring announcer. He rolls out as EMT's come down to help out the unconcious Insomnia, and Corman. The announcer, Nigal Rolston, puts the mic to his mouth...waiting....and waiting...building up anticipation like a pro wrestler...]

Nigel Rolston: And the winner.............

[Dramatic pause]

Nigel Rolston: INSOMNIA!!!!

[Corman snaps outta his unconcious state, rolling off his stretcher and jumping over some EMT's delivering a splash onto Insomnia and breaking the stretcher underneath them, the wheels of the stretcher go flying in all directions as security come down to break it up.]

Jeff: Whew, that was a quick one.

Tim: Sure was, I think we have time for the Tag Title Singles match before the next commercial.

Jeff: Neat!

[The lights dim down as a computerized voice counts down from three.]

[ ....3.... ]

[ ....2.... ]

[ ....1.... ]

[ BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! ]

[...Red and Gold pyro erupts from the rampway as "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie begins to rock the arena loudspeakers. Valerie comes out first wearing a red mini-T with a pair of black leather shorts, toking on a cigar. She stops mid-way down the aisle and points towards the curtains, as Ethan Scruggs and Gavin Coens rip through simultaneously, and head straight for the ring.]

Tim: Wow! What an entrance bt Twisted Circle!!

Jeff: These two won't be denied!

[Suddenly, a HUGE explosion is set off at the entranceway as strobe lights cut on and an instrumental of Limp Bizkit's "Rollin" blasts throughout the arena. The lights dim down, with a little bit of light still left, enough to see the entranceway down to the ring. "The Hardcore Hero" Jayson Starr comes out of the back with his black shades and leather jacket on and looks around as the crowd cheers. He turns towards the ring, then starts walking towards it. Jayson slaps two or three hands on the way to the ring. He gets to the ring, slides in, and starts walking around the ring some, looking at the seemingly endless sea of screaming fans. Jayson makes his way to the center of the ring, then raises both fists into the air, as four red rockets shoot up from behind him, alternating from left to right, then back again. The lights slowly come back on, and the music dies down to nothing.]

Jeff: Hey, where's Justin Storm!?!

Tim: I dunno, but he better get out here fast... LOOK!!

[Gavin and Scruggs slide into the ring and corner Starr by the turnbuckles. Gavin goes for a clothesline, but Starr ducks and plants a kick on Scruggs. Starr turns around, plants a kick on Coens and DDT's him to the mat. He gets up but Scruggs begins pounding on him. Scruggs brings him to the ropes and whips him across the ring. Gavin gets up and the two attempt a double back body drop. Amazingly, however, Starr reverses it in midair and plants both men with DDT's. The crowd is going insane.]

Jeff: DAMMIT!

Tim: What courage by the World Champion!

Jeff: Courage!?! Pfft...

[Jayson stomps on Gavin and then lifts up Scruggs. He applies a standing head scissors and then powerbomb Scruggs hard on the mat. Jayson hangs onto it, and goes for another powerbomb, just as Coens begins to get up. Jayson's about to slam Scruggs, but Scruggs reverses the move into a hurricanrana; flipping Jayson over onto Gavin's shoulders, where he gets powerbombed hard to the mat.]

Jeff: The Final Option!!

Tim: WHY IS THE REF ALLOWING THIS!?!

Jeff: It's no DQ, he has to allow it...

[Gavin goes for the pin and the ref slides in.]

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

[Gavin pounds his fist on the ground as Scruggs lifts up Jayson. Just then, Justin Storm hops the guardrail and slides into the ring; attacking Gavin Coens.]

Tim: There's Storm!!

Jeff: No, this is just like last week!!

[Storm picks up Gavin and slams him with a scoop slam. Scruggs runs at him but Storm back body drops him to the mat as well. Storm picks up Gavin and throws him to Starr, who sends him to the ground with a hard STO. Justin begins stomping a mudhole in Scruggs, and then yells something back at Starr. Starr nods his head and then picks up Gavin to his feet.]

Jeff: What are the Starr Jammerz planning?

[Jayson lifts up Coens in a standing fireman's carry and waits for Storm to turn around. Storm does so, and sets himself up on Jayson's right side. Jayson launches Coens straight up into the air, and Storm catches him in a nasty-looking stunner. The fans pop bigtime as Jayson goes for the cover.]

Tim: What a move into the Icon Drop, this one is over!!

[One... ...Two... ...Thre...KICKOUT!!]

Jeff: What the shit!?! How'd he kick out of that!?!

Tim: What heart being shown here by Gavin Coens!!

[The camera cuts to Tim, who's looking intently down at the ground, while holding the earpiece in his ear.]

Tim: Wait... wait a second folks...

[Tim whispers something to Nigel Rolston, as the wrestlers in the ring keep fighting.]

Nigel: Ladies and Gentlemen...

[The crowd goes quiet, as the fighting in the ring stops.]

Nigel: ...since all four men are fighting anyway, Chaz Manson has just released word that this match is now a Tag Team Match, for the Tag Team Titles!!

[The crowd cheers as the fighting in the ring becomes more violent. Nigel sits down, and the camera cuts to the ring where Storm is pounding on Coens and Scruggs is brawling with Starr.]

Jeff: What an announcement by Chaz Manson, we have a rematch from last week!!

[Storm picks up Gavin, and slams him down to the ground. Storm then taps Scruggs on the back. As Gavin gets up, Storm plants a kick on Scruggs and hits yet another stunner on him.]

Tim: Another Icon Drop... he's going Drop-Crazy!!

[Coens tries to attack Storm, but Starr stops him and locks on a sleeper. Storm gets up and smiles at Starr and Coens. Starr nods his head and Storm plants a kick on Coens. He goes for another stunner, but Coens riggles free and Starr gets dropped with the move.]

Jeff: HOLY SHIT!!

Tim: Icon Drop on Starr, Icon Drop on Starr!!

[Starr rolls out of the ring, as Coens sneaks up behind Storm and send him down to the mat with the "Cardinal Syn" (Double Arm Bar Front Legsweep). Coens gets up and looks down at Storm. He then looks over at the World Title sitting on the announce table. He doesn't even hesitate and runs to the outside of the ring to stomp on Starr.]

Jeff: Oh oh oh YEAH! Coens wants Starr!!

Tim: But why? He had the match won!!

[Scruggs and Storm begin moving now, and finally get to their feet. Coens keeps stomping on Starr as Scruggs and Storm are firing on each other back and forth. Suddenly, another man, dressed in a ski mask with a pipe in hand, jumps the rail and slides into the ring. Storm turns around a bit and the mystery man clocks him over the dome with the pipe and then slides out of the ring.]

Tim: OH NO!! Who the hell was that!!

[Scruggs lifts up Storm into a rear chancery and turns it into a neckbreaker. He then goes for the cover.]

Jeff: There it is!! Inverted Fatality!!

Tim: I thought that was the Soul Asylum...

Jeff: Whatever it is, it's gonna win him and Coens the Tag Titles...

[One... ...Two... .....THREE!!]

[The bell sounds as Scruggs raises his arms in the air. "More Human than Human" hits the speakers again as Coens slides into the ring and celebrates with Scruggs. The two grabs the Tag Belts and start walking away from the ring. Both Starr and Storm are not moving.]

Jeff: What a great match... what a great victory... oh yes...

Tim: But who was that masked man!?!

Jeff: Who cares!?!

Tim: Folks, stay with us...

[The camera begins to fade into commercial, as you hear Jeff chanting "TWIS-TED-CIR-CLE, TWIS-TED-CIR-CLE"]

[Commercials]

Tim: Alright folks, we're back and ready for our main event.

Jeff: That's right, it's been almost a month to the day since we last saw J. Simon Rykopathe in an HWF ring.

[The fans are chanting "RY-KO-PATHE, RY-KO-PATHE"]

Tim: You can hear that the fans want it, so let's get into it!!

Jeff: Here we go...

["Oh Hell Yeah" by H-Blockx plays over the Public Announcement system. Right before the first chorus, Blackjack steps through the curtain with his head down and a bottle of water in his right hand. He lifts his head and looks around. He pours some water on his head and then Stephanie then comes out and puts her hand in Blackjack's. The two then walk down to the ring, Blackjack taking an occasional drink of the bottle. Blackjackthen leads Stephanie to her spot on the outside and Blackjack climbs the steel steps into the ring. He stands there and raises his hands. Because of his heel status he gets booed loudly. Blackjack then walks on the apron and steps through the ring ropes. He gets in the ring and bounces off the ropes to check them out. He takes one last sip of his drink and tosses it out into the stands.]

Jeff: Hey, Rykopathe looks GREAT!!

Tim: You moron, that's Blackjack!!

Jeff: Oh, I'm sorry...

Tim: You sure are...

[The lights fade out, as orange lights start to strobe through the crowd. The voice of Rykopathe mutters out "Cause I'm one step closer...", followed by One Step Closer by Linkin Park blast through the arena. J. Simon Rykopathe emerges from the back to a mix of boos and cheers. With a chair in hand, he waves off the crowd, and walks to the ring. He drops the chair at ringside and then starts digging underneath the ring apron. He comes out with a ladder and slides it into the ring. He then slides in himself and Blackjack begins stomping on him.]

Tim: Rykopathe actually looks in pretty good shape...

Jeff: Yeah, but Blackjack's gonna send him right back to the hospital bed...

[Blackjack picks up the ladder and slams it down on Rykopathe's back, as the bell sounds. Rykopathe tries to get up, but Blackjack slams the ladder down on him again. Blackjack, then, throws the ladder into the corner and brings Rykopathe to his feet. He backs up Rykopathe to the corner and locks on a suplex position. He yells something out and then snap suplexes Rykopathe right onto the ladder.]

Jeff: HOLY SHIT!

Tim: This one is getting violent early!!

[Blackjack quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs a table. He slides it into the ring and sets it up in the opposite turnbuckle. Rykopathe begins to get up, and low blows Blackjack down to the mat. Blackjack gets pulled to his feet by Rykopathe, but gets sent back down with a T-Bone Suplex.]

Tim: And there's Society's Downfall!

[Rykopathe grabs the table and sets it up in the center of the ring. He then takes the ladder and sets it up next to it. Rykopathe turns around towards Blackjack but gets speared through the ropes to the outside of the ring and to the ground.]

Jeff: Okay, this one has broken down quickly.

Tim: These two just hate each other...

Jeff: I'm still surprised that Rykopathe's crippled body hasn't given way yet.

[Blackjack punches Rykopathe a few times and then picks up the chair that Rykopathe brought to ringside. He waits for Rykopathe to get up and then slams the steel chair right over his head, denting the chair and sending Rykopathe to the ground. Rykopathe lies there motionless as Blackjack lays in a few more chair shots to his knee. Blackjack throws the chair into the crowd and then steals some guy's beer. Blackjack takes a sip and then pours it all over Rykopathe's head, which is now dripping with blood.]

Jeff: Fan interaction... only in the HWF!!

Tim: Jeff, that's horrible!

[Jeff smirks as Blackjack picks up Rykopathe to his feet. He irish whips Rykopathe towards the ringpost, but Rykopathe puts the breaks on and turns around. Blackjack charges at him, but Rykopathe ducks his clothesline and Blackjack flies into the steel pole.]

Tim: OUCH!!

[Blackjack turns around and gets lifted into a fireman's carry by Rykopathe. Rykopathe gets a firm hold of Blackjack's head and then swings him around right into a DDT on the outside!]

Jeff: Oh... ...my... ...GOD!!

Tim: That's what I call a Blackout!!

[Rykopathe slowly gets up and pulls up Blackjack. He rolls him into the ring and slides in himself. He picks up Blackjack again and rolls him onto the table. Rykopathe begins scaling the ladder as the fans are cheering for him.]

Jeff: Where the shit is he going!?!

Tim: Where the shi... wait, what does that mean!?!

Jeff: Nevermind... stupid....

[Tim glares over at Jeff.]

Tim: Anyway, Rykopathe may hurt himself even more if he attempts something high risk right here.

[Rykopathe gets to the top of the ladder, but Blackjack has gotten up and is climbing the ladder himself. Rykopathe kicks Blackjack in the face and then pulls him up to the rung below his. Blackjack punches Rykopathe in the face a couple times and then steps all the way up to the top rung.]

Tim: Is he gonna try a *gulp* Hurricanrana!?!

Jeff: Oh, this is gonna be great!!

[Rykopathe drops down and headbutts Blackjack in the stomach. He grabs Blackjack for a powerbomb and then dives off the ladder, slamming Blackjack through the table with a GIGANTIC sitdown powerbomb from atop the ladder.]

Tim: HOLY BALLS!!

Jeff: NO!!

[Rykopathe and Blackjack are both motionless when the lights cut out. The comes back on a few seconds later and the two men drapped in black are in the ring again, stomping on Blackjack and Rykopathe.]

Tim: These guys again!?!

Jeff: Yeah... who are these guys... they've been appearing ever since Born 2 Bleed!!

Tim: I don't know, but these guys must have a bone to pick with Rykopathe and Blackjack...

[The two men stomp on Rykopathe and then turn their focus to Blackjack. Blackjack gets the upperhand, however, and hits a DDT on one of them. The other one jumped on him though, and they eventually overpower him. Rykopathe gets up and starts brawling with them as well, until all four men are battling above the rubble.]

Tim: This is anarchy!!

[Referee Roger Williams calls for the bell, as the four men continue brawling...]

Jeff: What happened!?!

Tim: I guess this match has been ruled a No Contest because of these men.

[The four men keep brawling until "Intro" by DMX hits the speakers; sending all of the fans to their feet. Some security comes down to the ring to keep apart the four men, folloed by Johnny Drake.]

Jeff: And there's the newly promoted President, Johnny Drake!!

[Johnny is decked out in a gray dress shirt and black pants. He holds a microphone in his right hand. In the ring, security has pulled apart the four men and seperate them into corners. Johnny smiles a little as his music fades out and he begins to speak.]

Johnny: What's going on here!?!

[Cheers and laughter from the crowd. Johnny points at the mystery men.]

Johnny: ...I really don't know who you guys are, or what you're doing here in memphis tonight. But, I do know that once you step foot into a Hardcore Wrestling Federation ring, you are under OUR control. Now, the question is, what should I do with you guys?

[The crowd cheers even more, as Johnny paces around the rampway.]

Johnny: Hmmm... well, after talking with Chaz and Bisc in the back, we've decided that you should be signed up possibly for a little match next week. What do you guys think of that?

[The crowd starts cheering as the men drapped in black start shaking their heads and waving the arms 'no'.]

Johnny: No? Well, I don't think you have a choice... because, next week, live from Chicago, Illinois, the Men in Black will be taking on J. simon Rykopathe...

[HUGE pop, Rykopathe smiles.]

Johnny: ...and Blackjack!!

[The fans are sort of shocked, and Rykopathe gets a pissed off look on his face. Blackjack laughs to himself as Johnny's music kicks in again. Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out again and they end the show.]