 November 6, 1999
(Fade into Saturday Suicide. An animation begins, as an animated man stands atop a large building, a busy city down below. The man spreads his arms and lets himself fall off the building. The man hits the pavement below, and as the camera shot grows closer and closer, easily visible in the puddle of blood around the man are the words "SATURDAY SUICIDE". The animation ends as the fans begin to cheer. Inside the Asbury Park Convention Center, the lighting structure above the ring explodes in fireworks, making a ring of fireworks, each one lighting the next. A loud boom shakes the arena, beginning the Suicide theme of "When Worlds Collide" by Powerman 5000. The New Jersey crowd cheers wildly for the return of the HWF.)
Tim: Welcome everyone to another edition of HWF Saturday Suicide! I'm Tim Miller along with my broadcast colleague, Jeff Robinson...
Jeff: That'd be me.
Tim: Tonight, we have a another great broadcast for you, as we bring a few debuts in, plus we'll see some guys we saw last week. In our first match, we'll see the debut of Sticks, and interesting guy to say the least, go against a man who had a debut win last week - "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe...
(A clip showing highlights of the Stinger / Icon match from last week are shown, lastly with the suicidal splash from the balcony, off the ladder.)
Jeff: That was a nice debut by the ICON, I think he'll have a big future here in the HWF.
Tim: Yes, indeed.
[Commercials]
(Instrumental "Break on Through(to the Other Side)" by the Doors hits. Sticks comes out in flashy ring attire, vibrantly plexing at the fans, with Stones a few steps behind in black tracks pants and a black and silver Bestiary Draco sleeveless T-shirt. They hit the ring and wait.)
Howard: The first match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Stones... STICKS!!!
Jeff: I thought this guy had a manager...
Tim: Me too.
(Instead of Rykopathe's usual entrance theme, "Mary Had a Little Lamb" will blast non intimidatingly. "The ICON" steps out confused, then Sticks would shove the announcer and steal the mic.)
Sticks: Weighing in at $5.00 a pound, from the Coup; "The Turkey Baster" J. Simon
Rykopathe! Hey Icon, I guess you didn't have friend enough to tow down that aisle with
you to even the odds and make this a decent tag match for the fans. So I guess you'll have
to ignore that yellow streak down your back, toss your dust buster, get in this ring, and
prepare for a rip-cord bone breaking, you suck-up peon freak!
Jeff: *laughing* I really like these guys!
Tim: I don't think Icon does! Look at him run to the ring!
(ICON slides into the ring, Billy Gunn style (flying 3/4 of the ring length), as the bell sounds. Stones quickly gets out of the ring as ICON and Sticks trade punches. ICON gets the upper hand and slams Sticks head first into the turnbuckle. ICON spins Sticks around and kicks him repeatedly until he is down in the corner. He backs up and charges at Sticks, hitting him with a Mick Foley like knee to the head.)
Tim: Ouch! Sticks will feel that one tomorrow!
Jeff: Where's this Tallei character?
Tim: Who knows? Probably just some typo on the line-up sheet.
Jeff: Guess so...
(ICON brings Sticks back to his feet. Whip to the ropes. ICON catches Sticks and goes for a powerbomb, but Sticks reverses with a hurricanrana. The crowd loves it as Sticks gets back to his feet. ICON does too and Sticks meets him with a few kicks to the ribs. Stones then yells at Sticks, throwing him a steel chair.)
Jeff: Whoo-hoo!
(Sticks turns around to have ICON about to spear him. Sticks involuntarily puts the chair near his chest, as ICON smashes right into the chair and Sticks. It's immediately obvious that ICON is busted open above his eye.)
Tim: I'm not sure who got the worst of that move...
Jeff: Sort of looks like ICON did.
(The ICON rolls off of Sticks and the chair, clutching his forehead. His hands quickly become bloody from his cut, as Sticks rolls to the outside. Stones talks to Sticks, who's holding his ribs. They nod heads and Sticks rolls back in the ring. Sticks walks over to the fallen Rykopathe, who stares at him with his bloody eyes. His face is covered in blood, as Sticks pulls him to his feet. Kick to the gut by Sticks, he sets him up and... royal piledriver!)
Tim: What a devastating move by Sticks! Wait! Stones is on the ring apron...
(Stones tries to enter the ring, but the ref warns him. Stones shoves the ref to the mat and walks to Sticks. Sticks and Stones stand over Rykopathe, laughing. ICON uses his second wind and low blows Sticks, as Sticks collapses to the mat. Stones stops the second wind with a stomp to the back of the head, then picks ICON up in a crucifixion style hold as Sticks rebounds from the low blow and springs to the top rope. He comes back and DDT's ICON off of Stones' shoulders!)
Jeff: They call that the Death Breath Drop!
Tim: Come on! Get them out of the ring! This was supposed to be one on one!
(Stones gets ICON in waistlock and gives him a German suplex, just as Sticks gives a cross body block to the legs of ICON, crunching him into a ball. The Bone Breaker!)
Jeff: The Bone Breaker! This is great tag team action!
(Stones grabs a mic)
Stones: That's what you call taking him, and breaking him the way we know how; tag style!
Tim: This ISN'T EVEN a tag team match!
Jeff: Still, they sure are... HEY! Who's that running down to the ring?
(A man dressed in small tights and a fire-motif mask, carrying a chair, dives into the ring and chases Breakage from the ring. He stands in front of ICON, seemingly protecting him.)
Tim: Who the hell?
Stones: *breathing hard* Who the hell do you think you are, burn boy?
(The man takes a mic from his pocket)
Man: The name's Ron Sinder, but you can call me R-Sin, and I'm here to equalize runagates like you! And speaking for the Icon, you guys don't seem like much of a tag team to me, and I doubt you could beat the two of us, next week!
Stones: *smiling* You're on!
(Breakage leaves ringside with their music playing, as ICON gets to his feet. R-Sin tries to help him up, but ICON has no idea of who he is.)
Tim: Next week on Suicide: Breakage versus The Icon and this R-Sin character!
Jeff: We'll be right back!
[Commercials]
(You here a dog growl then Ruff Ryders by DMX hits the speakers as the lights begin to flicker different colors and smoke comes out from the entrance. Then Twister appears, he walks down the isle and jumps over the top rope, into the ring. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises his hands and taunts the crowd as he music slowly fades out.)
Howard: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first... TWISTER!!!
("Procreation of the Wicked" blares throughout the arena on the P.A. system as the crowd begins to boo, knowing who is about to show up. The lights turn to a dark gray color almost exterminating the light to pure darkness, and a light, fog begins to seep into the arena from the floor. As it clears we can see Ñø¢túrñû§ emerging at the top of the rampway and slowly making his way to the ring. The loud chorus of boos continue, not affecting Ñø¢túrñû§ whatsoever, as he seems to ignore them. He then enters the ring, and sits in one corner, waiting for the bell to sound.)
Howard: ...and his opponent, the "Emperor of Darkness"... NOCTURNUS!!
(Howard scrambles from the ring as the bell sounds. Twister seems to be the young puppy in the match, as Nocturnus is the unimpressed elder dog, if you will. Twister hops down, shaking his hands, ready to begin. Nocturnus just sits in the corner, seemingly in a whole other world. Nocturnus pulls himself up with the ropes, Twister stretches on the ropes. They begin to circle each other. They lockup. Nocturnus backs Twister into the ropes. Back hand chop. WHOOO! Another chop. WHOOO! Nocturnus grabs the arm of Twister hand whips him to the opposite ropes. Nocturnus bends over a bit too early and Twister tries to get a sunset flip into a pin. Nocturnus grabs the neck of Twister and drags him off of his legs, lifting him off the ground in a two hand choke. Twister gets a lucky kick to the Cocoa Puffs and, obviously, Nocturnus drops him.)
Jeff: His Cocoa Puffs! Apple Jacks! Frosted Flakes! Lucky Charms! Uh... Peanut butter cups! Hersey Kisses! Nutrageous!
Tim: OKAY! Enough! We get the point.
(Twister gets his wind and whips Nocturnus to the rope, he ducks, Nocturnus counters and levels him with a Guillotine Face Crusher (Fame-Ass-Er) or as he calls it The Torrential Downpour!)
Jeff: THE TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR! I think Nocturnus has this one in his grasps.
(Nocturnus picks Twister up, as his completely white eyes gaze into Twister's. Both men face the same way, as Nocturnus puts Twister's left arm around his head. He lifts him up and hits an Inverted Rock Bottom![Face First])
Jeff: New move! What's he call that one?
Tim: It's not on my sheet, but I've heard backstage that he's been working on it. I believe they said it was the 'Nocturne of Shadow'. Any name you want to use, he's going for the cover!
(1...2...3!)
Jeff: This one's over quickly!
Tim: What an impressive show by Nocturnus on his debut.
Jeff: Hasn't he wrestled before?
Tim: Yeah, of course.
Jeff: No, I mean in the HWF.
Tim: This is his debut...
Jeff: Huh... looks familiar.
Tim: Sure thing, Jeff.
(Just as this match has concluded, Ñø¢túrñû§ walks over to the ropes nearest the commentator's booth and signals for the mic. He gets it and walks to the corner, perching himself on the top turnbuckle. Sitting, he then brings the mic up to his mouth and speaks.)
Ñø¢túrñû§: Stupidity has reached a new level and it's spelled L-U-K-A-S.
You talk your trash about taking on the people of the HWF Lukas, and I'm not impressed one damn bit. First you go and insult one of my friends, Death, and then you go and say how you are a Champion to look up to. Your little spiel ends next week at Suicide when you face Eternal Darkness and the Impurity of Evil! You've talked about how you think that people such as Death and myself aren't scary, well let me clue you in. I am the most feared wrestler in this business and non-believers such as yourself have learned this the hard way. For a fact, everyone who has ever faced me knows that I am no push-over, and they know to take me seriously. You may sit back and crack your weak little jokes on me, but when it all comes down to me and you, one on one. There will be no chance in hell that you will even so much as pose a threat to me. I am the invincible, and there is no way to prove me wrong!
There will be no avoiding me Lukas, because you've crossed the line into my world... welcome... Welcome to Hell!
(Ñø¢túrñû§ throws down the mic and walks over Twister's battered carcass and out the ring. Just as he does this, his music hits the speakers, "Procreation of the Wicked" by Sepultura. As he's making his way up the rampway and to the backstage area he turns back around and holds his arms up, he's then replied to with a barrage of boos from the crowd. They boo because they realize his domination has just begun... and they realize that there will be no stopping him...)
Tim: Lukas and Nocturnus: NEXT WEEK!
[Commercials]
(The lights flicker on and off as the beginning of "Back that Azz up" begins to play. You can hear Juvenile start rapping after a few seconds and, as he does, smoke comes out from the sides of the curtains and Superstar Johnny Drake walks through it into the lime light. Red and maroon lights star to flicker on and off, giving the whole arena a weird techno look. The fans erupt as Johnny poses for the crowd, making sure to give them every single angle. He finishes up and starts walking to the ring, occasionally slapping some fans five. He gets to the ring and slides in it under the bottom rope. He walks to the farthest corner and gets up on the second rope. He raises one hand in the air and takes in the fan reaction. He hops on down and takes off his sunglasses. He gives them to the ring announcer and the ring announcer pockets them.)
Howard: This match is scheduled for one fall... The first participant... 'SUPERSTAR'JOHNNY DRAKE!!!
(NYI walks out and raises his hockey stick to the crowd. He walks to the ring, gets in and climbs to one of the corners and holds his arms up, hockey stick in hand.)
Howard: ...and his opponent... NEW YORK ISLANDER!!!
Tim: We're gonna have a good one here. Both men are coming off a win from last week. One of `em will have to break the other's streak.
Jeff: Man, you think?
Tim: I'd argue, but these guys are already going at it!
(They both lock up. NYI easily over powers Drake and gives him an arm wringer. Drake comes back with a savate kick to the ear of NYI. NYI falls to the mat as does Drake. Drake gets up first and grabs NYI by the hair and puts him in a standing leg scissors. Drake struggles to get Islander in the air, but once he does there's only one place to go. DOWN. Drake plants NYI with the sit-down powerbomb which he calls the Johnny Bomb.)
Jeff: What strength by the Superstar!
Tim: Definitely surprised me.
(Drake throws the legs of NYI aside and gets to his feet. He begins to look into the crowd, thinking of what to do next. Drake thinks a second, then smiles and points to the outside. The crowd agrees with cheers as Drake hops to the floor, grabs a steel chair, and folds it up. Drake slides it in the ring and rolls in too. NYI begins to get up, as Drake grabs the chair by one leg and holds it over his head. NYI gets up, Drake cranks up, NYI turns around, Drake swings, and NYI ducks under! Johnny Drake turns back around, right into a spinning heel kick from Islander. Drake hits the mat and the chair bounces near the corner.)
Jeff: I think if NYI hadn't reversed that, we'd be listening to Johnny Drake's music right about now...
Tim: I agree.
(NYI quickly brings Drake back up to his feet and they trade punches. NYI takes control and catches a missed punch from Johnny. NYI slides Drake into position and hits a snap northern lights suplex, with a bridge. The count: 1....2 Kickout.)
Tim: New York Islander is giving a good showing.
(NYI gets right back up, before Drake does, and climbs to the top rope, facing the crowd. NYI looks back to see if Drake's still there and flips off, going for a moonsault. Drake rolls out of the way as NYI smacks the mat hard. Johnny Drake uses the ropes to get to his feet and stomps away on NYI. After the stomps, Drake picks NYI to his feet. Whip to the ropes. NYI ducks under a clothesline. Drake drops down and NYI jumps over him. Drake's up and leap frogs... NO! NYI catches him and DRILLS him with a devastating spinebuster!)
Jeff: HOLY CRAP! Johnny's back has to be broken in two!
(NYI puts Drake in a standing leg scissors and moves close to the ropes. He points to the floor and the crowd cheers. He begins to lift up Drake, but Johnny reverses and back body drops him over the ropes and to the floor. NYI's legs hit on the rail, right on the backs of his knees. The crowd gives the "OOOHHH!!" Then, they start an "H-W-F! H-W-F!" chant. Johnny Drake is up, resting against the opposite ropes of NYI. NYI begins to get up, grabbing on to anything to stand. Just as he does, Drake begins a mad dash to the ropes and does an over-the-top-rope suicide dive. He nails NYI and they pile over the rail and into the crowd.)
Tim: HE'S INSANE!!!
(The men lie on a pile of fans and chairs, not moving.)
Jeff: This isn't good...
(Finally, Johnny Drake begins to move. He is on top of NYI, in addition to a few fans. He pushes himself off of the pile, only to fall back down. NYI is to follow as he uses Drake as a step to get back over into the ring area. Drake goes over himself, following NYI around the ring. He nails him with a forearm, knocking Islander face first into the ring post!)
Tim: OH!
(Drake capitalizes on NYI's injury, picking him up by the hair. Drake picks NYI up and ANNIHILATES Islander with the STARDUST - A modified northern lights bomb! Drake slowly makes the cover.)
Jeff: Stardust! It's all over!
(1....2....3!)
Tim: What a way to end this big match!
(The ref holds up the hand of Drake as "Back That Azz Up" plays. Drake slowly makes his way to the back.)
Jeff: This match took its toll on these guys.
Tim: Indeed. Folks, we'll be right back with more hardcore action!
[Commercials]
Jeff: We're back and ready for action. We'll stall for the ring crew, as they attach the cage and all the goodies for the Long Shot Death Match.
Tim: Let's take a look back to last Saturday...
(Cut to clip)
(Jonathan Lee Chyldes v. Extream - 10.30.99)
(Extream charges at Chyldes and clotheslines him gently, but JLC falls over. Suddenly, adding to the oddness of the match already, a man, his face painted black and white letters reading "TRUTH", begins walking to the ring, taking his time.)
Tim: Who is that, now?!
Jeff: *sighing* Good, God, this match is confusing...
(The man gets into the ring, as Chyldes and Extream look into his eyes, almost frozen, wondering who it is.)
Jeff: This guy sure is taking his damn time getting to the point.
(The man pulls a microphone from his leather jacket pocket and stares directly into the eyes of Extream, as he speaks.)
Man: You are resurrecting a past which shall not be unearthed, you and McShane, should drop the name, Elite, was a blood bond between you and the others. The skeletons of the past have not giving there blood rights to the use of the name, decease the use of the name, or a final rights will soon come.
(The man mysteriously backs into the ropes and flips out, landing on his feet. He begins to back out of the aisle, but from behind "The Revolution" Brian McShane nails him with a forearm to the head. He kicks the man a few times before sliding in the ring. McShane exchanges from secret words to Extream, whispering into his ear.)
Tim: McShane has laid out that man and now he's sharing something Extream!
(McShane then walks to Chyldes and whispers something to him. Extream, McShane, and Chyldes all nod heads in agreement and then join hands and lift all their arms into the air.)
Jeff: What the...
Tim: Has Chyldes, Extream, and McShane formed an alliance?
Jeff: It sure does look like it!
(While they celebrate, the mystery man crawls to the back side of the ring. Extream leaves the ring first, followed by McShane. Chyldes begins to get out, but the mystery man slides in and spins JLC around. The man kicks him the gut and DDT's him into the mat. The man holds Chyldes head by his hair as he begins to write something with that face paint. McShane and Extream turn around half down the aisle, realizing Chyldes isn't with them. Seeing the mysterious man in the ring with Chyldes, they run to the ring, sliding in. Before they get to him, the man jumps over the top rope and exits through the crowd. Extream bends down to Chyldes, then his eyes grow large as the camera shows what the man painted on Chyldes's face: "TRUTH". Extream and McShane share odd looks as the camera fades out.)
(End of clip)
Tim: What a mysterious act it was. Now, let's take a look at how this match was made...
(Cut to clip)
(Extream Interview - After Suicide)
(In a small banquet hall located inside the Elk's Lodge a group of HWF reporters and fans filter in. As the room fills up a door opens. The tag team of Extream and McShane enter the room as the people in the room quiet down to see what the conference was called for. Extream steps up to the podium to speak.)
Extream- I am going to get right to the point here. You all saw what the hell happened last night, and you are all wondering the same thing I am. So I am going to do something simple. I want to know who this man is as much as you. But before I leave the name of Elite I should get a chance. I am here by challenging this so called "Man Of truth" to a match. If I win he has to reveal who he is. If he wins I will leave the name of "The Elite" behind. That is the proposition. If you decline it it will be no big deal to me. I will keep the name as long as we are here in the HWF. If you do then we will settle it. The better wrestler gets what he wants.
Reporter-Do you have any idea who this man could be?
Extream-If I did do you think I would be here laying out this challenge.
(Extream shakes his head and leaves the room.)
(End of clip)
Jeff: Well, there you have it. This "Man of Truths" and Extream have had several vignettes, each trying to top the other. This has definitely gotten VERY personal, but it'll end tonight!
Tim: I believe the crew's done!
(The camera view zooms out, so you can see the entire ring. A steel cage is around the ring, three huge balloons (filled with thumbtacks) hang over the ring, and trash cans full of goodies are attached to each corner. Lights rapidly flicker as a low drum beat begins to play. The words "Fuck you I won't do what you tell me" blare over the PA system as Rage Against The Machine's "Killing In The Name Of" hits the speakers. The lights go out and the green and blue strobe lights flash all over the arena. A loud and bright explosion hits at the top of the rampway drawing the fans' attention. As the smoke clears nothing is at the top of the ramp but Extream is standing in the middle of the ring. His head is down and he has a mic. He looks up spins in the ring and screams 'Lets Take It Too The Extreme'. He throws the mic down and walks to the corner waiting for his opponent.)
Jeff: It's go time!
(Again, the lights go out. This time no music accompanies the darkness, but a chilling chant of "TRUTH", as said by many different voices echoes through the arena. Suddenly, with an explosion, the lights return and the "Man of Truths" [MOT] is standing in the center of the ring. His face painted black, white letters reading "TRUTH", long blond hair and a black, leather trench coat. His cold eyes stare right into Extream's, who is a bit shaken to say the least.)
Tim: I really want to know who the hell this guy is!
(The bell sounds, Howard Penzer not evening attempting to introduce them. A long time of no action takes place, as MOT and Extream just stare at each other. Neither turns away, as Extream comes from the corner. He walks right into the face of the MOT. They begin to trade words as Extream shoves MOT. MOT almost laughs it off and walks right back into the face of Extream. He returns the favor with a shove of his own. Extream falls into the ropes and says enough is enough. He runs and spears the MOT with punches.)
Jeff: Fist and fury from Extream! He's not giving The Man of Truths time for a chance.
(Extream gets up as does the MOT. MOT begins to smile, evidently enjoying himself. Extream, on the other hand, is all business. Extream runs and dropkicks the MOT. MOT bounces into the ropes, as Extream gets up. MOT bulldogs Extream. MOT brings Extream up. Whip to the ropes. Extream ducks under a clothesline. He bounces off the ropes and hits a spinning heel kick. The pace quickens as MOT gets right back up. MOT charges as Extream catches him a drop toe hold. Extream quickly gets up and runs to the ropes. He goes for a leg drop, but MOT moves. Extream hits the mat as MOT gets to his feet. MOT takes Extream by the head and throws him into the side of the cage. The cage gives way and falls over. Extream falls to outside, as MOT follows after.)
Jeff: What kind of crappy crew do we have working for this fed?!
(MOT whips Extream into the steel rail. He grabs a chair from ringside and runs at Extream. Extream puts a foot up, smashing the chair into the Man's face. MOT falls to the floor as Extream picks up the chair. THWACK!!! He nails the back of MOT.)
Jeff: Yikes!
(Extream throws the chair at MOT. It cracks into the skull of MOT. Extream stomps on MOT. MOT quickly low blows Extream. Extream falls to the floor. MOT gets up and throws Extream into the ring. MOT throws the apron up, dragging out a table. He slides it into the ring, then takes out another table. He shoves it in the ring. He walks to the time keeper, taking chairs at will. He tosses at least 6 chairs into the ring before going in himself.)
Tim: This guy wants this thing over, QUICK.
(The MOT sets up both tables. He's attacked by Extream from behind with a fury of blows. He applies a standing leg scissors. He lifts the MOT up and piledrives him on to a chair!)
Jeff: OH, MAN!!
(Extream finishes setting up the tables, then sets the in the center of the ring. He picks the one up, putting it on top of the other. He then throws chairs up on top of the top table. The crowd begins to chant "H-W-F!" Extream brings MOT to his feet and sets him on the top rope. Extream climbs beside him and sets him up for a modified belly to back suplex. They fly off the top rope, the MOT almost shifting in mid air. They crash through the tables and chairs, finally coming to a stop in the center of the ring. Both men have their shoulders to the mat, plus each has an arm draped on the other.)
Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!
(The ref looks on, then realizes both men are pinning each other. He rushes to the count. 1.....2.....3! He signals for the bell. The crowd is going insane with an HWF chant. Howard Penzer talks to the ref.)
Tim: WHAT? WHO WON?
Howard: Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please? I have been informed that BOTH men were pinned and pinning at the SAME TIME. This meaning this match is a DRAW!
(A HUGE chorus of boos come from the crowd, but the boos are suddenly interrupted by the climax of "Sugar" by System of a Down. The crowd turns to the entrance way, to see the HWF President: Chaz "Superstar" Manson.)
Superstar: Well, I never like to disappoint the fans. *cheers* So, I figure each of you won... and each of you lost. First, Extream you are now BANNED from using the name of Elite in the HWF!!
Tim: WHOA!!
Superstar: Next, "Man of All Truths"... I'm gonna walk to the back in a second... By the time I get to a monitor, you'd better be taking off that face paint and showing the world who you are!!
("Sugar" hits again as Superstar returns to the back with a huge reaction from the crowd. Both men in the ring are sitting in opposite corners. Extream, his head in his hands. The Man of All Truths is still smiling. From the back, a man and woman come walking down carrying championship belts.)
Jeff: Who are they... WAIT A MINUTE! Are they??
Tim: I think so! That's "The Real Deal" Randy Williams with the old HWF Tag belts and Renee with the old HWF World belt... OH MY GOD!!
(Both commentators come to their senses, realizing who the MOT is. The Man of All Truths reaches for a mic, as Randy and Renee reach the ring. The MOT then speaks.)
Man: I am a true performer and LEGEND of the Hardcore Wrestling Federation. Unlike you, Extream, I am not a fraud. I am only the most extreme man ever to wrestling in this ring. I am the one, the only...
(The man begins to smudge off the face paint.)
Man: I am "VICIOUS" VIC WILLIAMS!!!!
(The crowd is going INSANE! A chant of "VIC-IOUS! VIC-IOUS!" consumes the arena as Vic, Renee, and Randy unite. Then, they all attack Extream. From the back, "The Revolution" Brian McShane comes running down. He gets in on the fight, as Vic and Extream are brawling. Randy and Brian also brawl, with Renee getting some shots in. The whole crowd is in an uproar, as people begin to rush the ring! They jump the rails, trying to get in the ring.)
Jeff: AHHHH! Vic is back, Elite is banned, I'm being killed by these fans... WHAT A SUICIDE!!!
Tim: What a shocker! We'll see you next week, fans!
(The infamous HWF Riot Squad comes out. They begin to restrain the fans as the show fades off.)
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