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November 25, 2000

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[6:52 pm | HWF Arena, Canton Ohio]

[The scene fades in from black a few minutes early to find Tony Bradshaw sitting alone behind a desk, inside of the HWF Arena. He's wearing a black business suit, and is playing with some papaers on his desk. On his right, there is a small monitor displaying the actions in and around the ring. All you can make out is about 8 little blotches running around. Tony looks up and sees the camera. He quickly drops the papers and addresses the camera.]

Tony: W-w-well, hello there fans... first off, let's get to the results of the Suicide Dark Matches...

[Tony shuffles through the papers.]

Tony: Alright, in our first match, we had the Wrecking Crew going up against The Anarchs. Both teams came to the ring prepared and had a pretty fierce battle. The Anarchs dominated throughout the match; until this happened...

[The screen fades into the ring, where you see Billy and Rickey Williams surrounding Terror Ryze, as The Enigma lays motionless on the outside by Mr. E. Billy and Rickey hit a quick double DDT and then Rickey runs to the turnbuckles. As Rickey climbs the ropes, Billy locks on a texas cloverleaf. He turns it over, and Rickey launches off the top rope and plants a guillotine legdrop on the back of Terror Ryze's head. The hold is broken and they pin Ryze for the win. The screen fades back into Tony Bradshaw.]

Tony: That's right... The Wrecking Crew won their match against The Anarchs. Next up, we had Chris Davison going against Jack Daddy...

[The screen fades to the ring, where Jack Daddy and Chris Davison and firing punches back and forth and back and forth. Eventually, Jack Daddy kicks Davison in the nuts and then backs up to the corner. Jack Daddy, then, runs forward and attempts a spinning DDT; but Davison doesn't fall down. Instead, he hooks on a supelx and lifts Jack Daddy up vertical; eventually bringing him down with a jumping brainbuster. He pins Jack Daddy and leaves the ring, as the screen fades to Tony Bradshaw yet again.]

Tony: Alright, there you have it, Chris Davison knocks off Jack Daddy; who's been here for a couple months now. Well, that's it for my Dark Match Report... let's head on to the show. Get ready fans, for Saturday Suicide.

[The screen fades to black, as Toyn Bradshaw goes back to work.]

[6:59 pm]

[The screen fades in and you immediately hear "Last Resort" by Papa Roach blasting throughout the PA System, as the camera pans around a PACKED HWF Arena in Canton, Ohio. There's around 3,000 or 4,000 fans on their feet, and pumping their fist for the deafening "H-W-F, H-W-F" chant. Inside of the ring, stands Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson. Slowly, "Last Resort" begins to fade out as the fans get their cue to quiet down. They do, and Tim Miller begins the show as he always does.]

Tim: Hello fans, and welcome to HWF's SATURDAY SUICIDE...

[HUGE pop from the fans, but Tim tries to keep talking.]

Tim: ...coming to you live from THE HWF ARENA... in CANTON, OHIO!!!

[An even BIGGER pop from the fans. Tim smirks a little as he begins the introductions.]

Tim: I'm Tim Miller...

[Jeff snatches the mic from Tim, as the fans begin to stir and cheer for Jeff.]

Jeff: And I am the Man of the Hour, the Lyrical Power, Too Sweet to be Sour... Jeff "We be Big Pimpin, spendin' Cheese, here in Canton Ohio, where the ladies I will please"...

[Another pop, with some mixed in laughter from the fans.]

Jeff: ...Robinson!!

[Jeff throws the mic back to Tim Miller, who takes it and quickly addresses the fans.]

Tim: Well, we have a HUGE show for you, so let's get started right away. We'll be right back.

[Tim and Jeff exit the ring, as the camera slowly fades to black, singalling a commercial. Suddenly however, is fades back up and a HUGE explosion is set off at the entranceway as strobe lights cut on and Limp Bizkit's "Rollin'" blasts throughout the arena.]

Tim: And it looks like we're gonna be joined by the HWF Champion!

Jeff: He's not the champion! Blackjack is, dammit!

Tim: Yeah, whatever Jeff.

Jeff: ...Bastard.

[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. He gets to the ring, slides in, and starts walking around the ring some, looking at the seemingly endless sea of screaming fans. Jayson walks around some, then asks for a mic, which is given to him. The music dies down, and so does the crowd, to allow him to speak.]

Jayson: Aight, I'ma make this short.

[He looks around some, then continues.]

Jayson: Six days ago, the HWF witnessed one fucked up screwjob at the hands of a guy named Blackjack, and it resulted in him claiming the HWF Championship.

[The crowd explodes into boos, obviously not liking that fact.]

Jayson: The whole world saw how he had Commish Shawn Collins help him out to get the win, but he fails to realize that he can't beat me fairly. Well, that's all gonna change tonight.

[The crowd cheers a little.]

Jayson: Tonight, The Hardcore Hero, Jayson Starr is gonna walk down to this very ring once again, and he will proceed to beat Blackjack's ass so fuckin' BAD, that Ripley won't even believe it.

[They cheer louder in response.]

Jayson: Blackjack, I know you're back there listening to this, and watchin' me on one of those little ass TVs. And you're probably touchin' yourself in private places cause you like me, and'll probably do the same thing when you see Lance Sterling later on tonight. So make sure you wash your hands THOROUGHLY before you face me later on, cause if you get anywhere NEAR me with some sticky shit all over your hands.. I'ma break my foot off in your fuckin' ass! No wait, on the other hand, you'd probably like that shit too much.

[Cheers and laughter can be heard from the crowd.]

Jayson: So eat your Wheaties, Blackjack. Take your vitamins, and practice tai-chi. Say your DMX prayers before you come out from behind that curtain tonight, do whatever the hell you want, but it won't do you a damn bit of good. Cause tonight, at the HWF Arena in Canton, Ohio...

[The crowd cheers loudly for their town, and Jayson smiles at the cheap pop.]

Jayson: ...I'm gonna make you know just exactly what the fuck Hardcore Style is all about.

[The crowd cheers again, as "Rollin'" hits the PA. Jayson gives the mic to the ring announcer, and hops out the ring. He makes his way to the top of the ramp, and then turns around and makes the belt sign around his waist. The crowd cheers and starts chanting his name, as he smiles and walks to the back.]

Tim: Alright, NOW we're going to commerci-

[Suddenly "Heavy" by Collective Soul kicks through the PA System and the crowd begins to boo with immense emotion behind them. Gavin seems to be grabbing more heat then ever nowadays. Blue spotlights begin to circle among the crowd as Gavin steps out from behind the curtain. Gavin has a huge smile on his face as he walks down the ramp and into the ring. All the way down the ramp Gavin reaches out to the fans, not even noticing the cold reception he's receiving. Gavin slides into the ring and calls for a mic. As the ring announcer hands him a mic the music dies down and Gavin begins to speak.]

Gavin: Welcome to the Saturday Suicide friends!! Once again I've graced you with my presence and have brought a smile to the face of each and every boy and girl watching the show tonight. Not to mention the young ladies in the front row, we all know they came to see the 6 foot hero. And no, I'm not talking about my height. As everyone knows their rolemodel and hero has been going through some rough times as of late, and that has all come to a climactic end at the HWF's recent Pay Per View, Reckless Behavior!

[Gavin pauses a bit.]

Gavin: You see boys and girls, and others in the case of Renegade, Gavin has been getting the short end of the stick as of late and he's just about had enough of the bullshit going on behind the scenes. This past Sunday during our match with the MIB, Ethan Scruggs and I were attacked by a pair of men equally stupid to that of the MIB themselves. In fact these four men are so alike that they've decided to join forces, these men are called the Anti-Heroes. What they hope to accomplish is very simple, they hope to vanquish all those who oppose them, all in the name of the Moon. Well my little sailor scouts, I have news for you. Nobody gives a damn why you're here, and nobody ever will. Before Sunday you were castaways from society, and after your insane actions.... ...nothing has changed!! [Some of the crowd cheers a little, in hatred for the Anti-Heroes.]

Gavin: You're still four nobodys that are just trying to pull on the strong and pull yourself up from the gutters where you belong. Psycho Ryko is a shell of his former self, and in desperation he's joined this group of rogues for another chance at proving himself to the world that cast him aside for greener pastures, such as Michael Trey. I know there's a deep seeded hate inside of you Ryko, it's your fault you can't use it to help yourself, and it's your fault you're always gonna be Second best to people like me. The high society, and better half of the human race. Vic Williams... can anybody say past his prime? Vic once held the respect of everyone in the federation, and now he's berated behind his back and abandoned by the little fans he had left. Vic joined this group to be loved again. Not by the fans, and not by his peers, but by his stable-mates. Vic, ever since your precious wife died you've only been half the man you used to be. You're not complete, and this isn't the way to get there again. You've got to come to realize that she's gone Vic, and she's gone for good. No matter what you do will bring her back. So in conclusion to your sad story... Fuck You and Fuck your Wife!! [Dramatic pause]

Gavin: ...half the locker room did anyways. [The crowd begins to boo heavily as they hear Gavin's latest words. Vic has suffered a great loss and this is no way for Gavin to act. Instead he stands there with a grin on his face. He look out towards the crowd showing no remorse and begins again...]

Gavin: And Pheonix, the man who defeated me for my hardcore title at Born to Bleed. Props to you Pheonix you've managed to take your flourishing career and throw it down the drain!! Do you even know what you've done and how you've been taken advantage of? You're the only bright spot in this pathetic group of washed up and emotionally fucked up bastards! I saw much potential in you, and so did the rest of the world. You have what it takes to make it to the big time, why one day you could possibly be as big as Me!?! You would have the ultimate fame and money that you deserve, but now, due to your ridiculous actions on Sunday you'll end up with the forementioned losers, face down in the gutter! Save yourself Pheonix, there's still time. [Some fans boo.]

Gavin: This brings me to the final member of the Anti-Handsome Four, Trevor Lasek. Now from what I understand this man is the most insane person in the HWF? And he puts his body on the line for everyone of his matches? This is the King of hardcore that everyone speaks so very highly of? This man lights himself on fire and then attempts an insane splash on two other men? Wow.... I'm impressed. I'm impressed that this stupid asshole isn't locked up in some mental hom counting the imaginary sheep that lull him to sleep every night before he dreams of Satan in a silk robe!! how is it possible that this man has made it to the HWF roster, let alone made it in society?!? People like you Lasek should be locked away to protect the men and women that work hard to make this world as great as it is. Your insane tricks and stunts will not help you tonight though, tonights match is a wrestling match! Not a shattered dreams match, not a hardcore match, and not a stairway to heaven match. Just a plain old wrestling match. And I have a feeling when it comes down to wrestling you know just as much as Renegade does about hetrosexuality.

[A few crowd member laugh, but a lot of boo's.]

Gavin: Oh, and Mr. president himself? Johnny Drake? Don't think that I didn't think that you had something to do with Sunday. Setting us up and taking away the belts might've put a smile on your face, but when I get a hold of you I'll make it my personal duty to kick that smile off your ugly fucking mug. Watch out Drake cuz Gavin's coming to get you, you've gone too far this time! So tonight my little Gavin-wanna-be's you'll all be entertained once again as you hero and rolemodel Gavin Coens starts his journey to take back what rightfully belongs to Twisted Circle, the Tag Team Titles!!

["Heavy" by Collective Soul hits the PA again, and Gavin throws down the mic. He makes his way to each turnbuckle and waves to the crowd. Of course they hiss and boo but Gavin doesn't seem to notice he just continues with his poses. He finally leaves the ring and makes his way to the back.]

Tim: What in hell is Coens talking about? Drake had nothing to do with Sundays events. I think he's taking this whole conspiracy thing way too far now. Drake doesn't even care about him!

Jeff: See? you're just another brainwashed clone of Drake's! I see what Gavin's talking about and it makes total sense, it's just a shame that Drake's already gotten to you. Preach it brother Gavin!!

Tim: Oh Jesus... quick, to commercial!

[Commercials]

Tim: Welcome back fol-

[Interrupting Tim, "Heavy" once again plays over the loud speaker as the lights dim and red strobe lights begin to flash. Gavin steps forward with his arms out towards his fans. The music is almost drowned out by the amount of boo'ing. Gavin doesn't seem to notice as he reaches out to his fans. He makes his way down to ring and steps in between the ropes. Gavin enters the ring as the ring lights back up.]

Jeff: Well, Gavin didn't waste any time getting out here.

Tim: Sure didn't...

Nigel Rolston: Introducing first, in the far corner of the ring... he is the SOLE Superstar in Wrestling Todaaaay.... GAAAAVIIIN COOOOOOEEENS!!!

[Then "Wake up" by Rage against the Machine begins to blasts onto the speakers as Trevor Lasek makes his way out, He's wearing a black Tuque,black T-shirt with Red Barbed wire on it,black cargo pants, black shoes and red wrist tape outlined in black. You can also see that Trevor's goatee has dyed abit of his Goatee with red and has made 3 spikes that are 2 inches long. As Trevor comes out of the Entrance way, you can see that he is Dragging out a Board that has Bug Zappers and is wrapped in Barbed Wire, Trevor also is dragging out some Firecrackers aswell and has a big smirk on his face. Trevor finally gets to the ring sets his Zapper board and Fire Crackers outside aswell. Trevor then asks for a mic as "Wake up" comes to a close. Trevor begins to speak.]

Trevor Lasek: You know, I've been in this compant for awhile now, sure I did leave once before cause I thought being a Canadian Phatboy was gay. I lost every match when I first got here, except against Insano. Ever since I brought in that Splash From Hell,Nobody and yes I do mean Nobody gave me respect for lighting myself on fire. I've nearly killed myself in every match, getting blown up by C4 setting myself on fire and yes going through a frickin Chair Rack aswell. and all I got from this is....Nothing, absolutley fuck all. I didn't do very well at KoV in my Home Town. and that night will always be stuck in my head until the day I die.

[Small pop from the crowd.]

Trevor Lasek: Just before I left I noticed that I was like the #1 Contender for the KoV Title or whatever, If I stayed abit longer I would've got my shot. But I decided to leave and train abit, I decided I wanted to create my own moves instead of stealing them all. and that I did, I returned and came back with somewhat of a Vengence, I attacked Daddy and Shrapnel, nobody has seen Shrapnel ever since, and Daddy got his ass kicked by the Fat Fuck better known as Trevor Lasek. As you can see, I've changed, I'm no longer The Canadian Phatboy, I figured that Gimmick was gay. So I needed something better, after awhile of deciding I decided that I don't nead no Nickname cause if I had a nickname like Extreme Icon or whatever, People would've remembered me by that name, but I don't wanna be known as a Extreme Icon, I want to be known as Trevor Lasek, The Most Insane Violent Wrestler ever to compete in the HWF Ring. Sure that hasn't happend yet..but that will all change starting tonight.

[Dramatic pause for Trevor this time.]

Trevor Lasek: Because on Christmas Eve, Better known as Holy Night, I've decided that I should bring in one of the most Insane, Sickest matches anyone has seen before...Until....Holy Night....

[Trevor then does this crazy laugh and throws the Microphone away. Niugel Rolston picks it up.]

Nigel Rolston: And his opponent, weighing in at 237 pounds... this is TREEEVOOOOR LAAAAASEEEK!!

Tim: Lasek has been in a hysterical mood ever since the Anti-Heroes were formed at Reckless Behavior.

[The bell sounds and Lasek hops of the turnbuckles. He and Gavin circle each other for a while, but Gavin eventually plants a kick in his stomach. Gavin irish whips him to the ropes and then gives him a back body drop. Lasek quickly gets up to his feet and runs at Gavin once again. He goes for a clothesline, but Gavin catches his arm and drops him with a side russian legsweep.]

Jeff: Russian Legsweep by Coens... that's Some Shit for Trev Lasek... get it?

Tim: Somebody shoot me...

[Gavin pulls Lasek to his feet and goes for a suplex. He can't get Lasek up though, and LAsek reverses it into a snap suplex of his own. He rolls with it and snaps Gavin over again. He again rolls with it, lifts Gavin up vertical and drops him with a cutter out of the suplex. Lasek goes for the cover.]

Jeff: Quick pin...

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

Jeff: ...even quicker kickout!!

[Lasek gets to his feet and punches the turnbuckle. He lifts Gavin up and whips him to the corner. Gavin reverses it and Lasek flies into the buckles. Gavin charges and goes for an avalanche, but Lasek moves and Gavin hits his head on the ringpost. Lasek sneaks up behind Gavin and lifts him up into an argentine backbreaker rack.]

Tim: Uh oh... Lasek has him set up...

[ALmost on cue, Lasek swings Gavin around and plants him in the center of the ring with a DDT right out of the rack. The fans gasp a little, and then begin an "H-W-F, H-W-F" chant.]

Tim: AKIRA Driver by Mr. Trevor Lasek...

Jeff: C'mon Gavin, get up... please...

Tim: Oh quit whining Jeff... you sound like a bitch...

[Jeff is shocked as Lasek slides to the outside and grabs a couple chairs from ringside. He walks over to the boards and zappers he brought out. He sets up the board on top of the chairs and puts the bug zappers on top of it. He then grabs a chair from the crowd and sets it up in front of the homemade table-type thing.]

Tim: *stunned* Alright, I'm not even gonna comment on this...

Jeff: What the hell is he thinking...

[Lasek slides into the ring, just as Gavin is reaching his feet. Lasek charges at Gavin again, but Gavin picks him up and throws him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Lasek slowly gets up and Gavin drags him to the corner. He hops up onto the second rope and locks on a front chancery. After a short taunt, Gavin flies off the ropes and brings down Lasek with a tornado DDT.]

Jeff: Oh yeah!! Gettin' those dollars, and poppin' those collars!!

Tim: Yes Gav... wait, what'd you just say!?!

Jeff: *trying to change the cubject* Tornado DDT!!

[Gavin looks over at the boards on the outside and shakes his head. He drops down and goes for the pin.]

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

[Gavin stands up and picks up Lasek by his hair. He locks on a suplex, hooks a leg, and drops Lasek with a stiff fisherman's buster. Lasek grabs his head and rolls to the outside of the ring, right next to the zapper table. Gavin cautiously follows him out of the ring.]

Tim: What are they doing!?!

[Gavin walks over to Lasek and tries to pick him up, but Lasek gives him a low blow. Gavin staggers next to the table as Lasek stands up and goes into action. Lasek backs up, runs a little, launches off the chair and brings down Gavin onto the board and zappers with an amazing double arm DDT!!]

Jeff: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!

["HO-LY-SHIT, HO-LY-SHIT"]

Tim: I'm being told now by Bisc Limpkit, that the move we just saw is named "Un-Holy Shit"...

Jeff: How appropriate...

[Lasek slowly gets to his feet and rolls Gavin into the ring. Gavin is now bleeding, but looks somewhat alert. On the outside, Lasek has dug into his pants and com out with a handful of firecrackers. The fans cheer as he slides into the ring and starts taunting with the crackers.]

Jeff: Lasek better keep his focus on Gavin, and not these stupid fans...

[Gavin gets to his feet and sneaks up behind Lasek. He quickly locks on a double arm bar and drops Lasek with a modofied front russian legsweep.]

Jeff: Told you.

Tim: Gavin just hit the Cardinal Syn on Trevor Lasek!! It's OVER!!

[Gavin rolls on top of Lasek.]

Tim: Pin.

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

Jeff: Yes, Gavin has done it!!

[The bell sounds, as "Heavy" hits the speakers once again. Gavin raises his arms in the air and then walks over to Lasek. He picks him up and throws him into the corner.]

Tim: What's he doing!?! The match is over!!

[Gavin starts giving a stern talking to Lasek, and then starts to leave ringside. Lasek, who was revived by Gavin's yelling, sneaks up behind Gavin and plants a kick in his spine. Gavin drops to his knees and Lasek tries to force the firecrackers all around his head. The fans begin to stir as Ethan Scruggs suddenly slides into the ring and taps Lasek on the shoulder.]

Jeff: Ethan Scruggs!!!

[Lasek turns around, and gets kicked in the gut. Scruggs quickly locks on a front chancery and then drops Lasek with a cutter.]

Tim: Fatality!!

[Scruggs starts stomping Lasek, as members of HWF security run out to the ring and try to break up the carnage.]

Tim: This is out of control... go to commercial...

[Commercials]

Tim: Welcome back folks...

Jeff: And next up, I suppose it's the Sleep Forever matchup!

Tim: Actually, up next is Tony Bradshaw, he's got a hold of Renegade backstage...let's quickly cross over to him.

[Scene cuts backstage, where Tony Bradshaw is interviewing Renegade, he's infront of a big barbwire wrapped chainlink fence, with a big www.hard2thecore.com sign behind them]

Tony Bradshaw: Well, Renegade, why the interference in the match?

Renegade :Why the hell not Tony? Gavin Coens is a little peice of shit. He is Insomnia's bitch, so I had to punish him. After all the shit that he says, he never shuts his damn mouth, so I had to straighten his sorry ass out. Of course it would take more than just a regular plain chokeslam, so I used him to make splinters out of the table. It was pretty fun....

Tony Bradshaw: Right...Well, what about your last words before you go up against Insomnia tonight?

Renegade: My last words? Do you hear what you are saying Tony? If you are asking anybody for their lasy words, it should be Insomnia, because we won't have to sit through his 20 minutes of complete boredom. I know I'm tired of it, as the rest of the HWF is, so I'll put an end to his little shit. He thinks that he has accomplished everything that I have. He hasn't accomplished jack shit, and he won't. He's going nowhere and trying to take me with him, so I have to kick his ass, and there are no regrets. He'll be lucky if he makes it to his hardcore title match and gets his shot. He will be damn lucky if he escapes this match with just a loss....

[Renegade then snikkers and turns, leaving Bradshaw there with his mouth open, the footage then cuts back to Tim and Jeff.]

Jeff: Uh, ok...

Tim: Anyway, it's time for that little matchup, the Sleep Forever Match.

Jeff: And the rules?

Tim: Well, as hard2thecore.com says the following: The match location can be in serveral different places such as a graveyard, a boiler room, a junkyard, mostly anywhere but in the ring. Everything is legal and somewhere around where the match started is a casket. You must put your oppenent into the casket and light it on fire to win the match.

Jeff: Sounds intense..

Tim: Styles?

Jeff: WHAT THE FUCK?!

[Suddenly "Don't Go Off Wandering" by Limp Bizkit hits over the PA as the fans start to boo the man that they know is going to come out. Around twenty seconds into the song with the crowd still roaring with boos, Insomnia walks out. Insomnia stands up at the top of the rampway and looks at the HWF-Tron a moment and smiles. Insomnia starts to walk down to the ring. When Insomnia gets there he rolls under the ring ropes and holds a spread-eagle type pose in the center of the ring to more boos. Insomnia takes a mic out of his pocket.]

Nigel Rolston: Introduction first, in the Sleep Forever matchup, Insomniaaaaaaaaaa! Insomnia: Well well well, hello everybody, how are you doing tonight Dayton, Ohio!

[The crowd boos as the know Insomnia is just being a jerk by saying the wrong city.]

Insomnia: Cheap jeer, how many of those do we see nowadays? Not enough. Well, I'm not going to beat around the bush here, but we have all seen the promos, haven't we? This week myself and Renegade have exchanged alot of words back and forth, both of us know they had no effect on each other, only actions have the real effect. But because all of you hate me and you love him, I've decided to press charges against Renegade for breaking and entering! [The crowd jeers HUGE at Insomnia's last annoucement. Insomnia has a smirk on his face.]

Insomnia: See folks, he broke into MY hotel room. And yes, I did charge the hotel room to him at first for some fun, which I did get a kick out of, but see, he went to the police and took his name off of the list. I mean, since you have SO MUCH MONEY you could have just let me keep charging it to you and this would have never happened. [The fans boo Insomnia more as they are disgusted with him and they just want him to quit talking.]

Insomnia: Come on HWF fans, why are you booing me? I didn't do this, Renegade did it to himself. Renegade could have arrested me too but he was so stupid, he didn't, he dropped the charges because he is an ass, thats all I can say. So Renegade, tonight whether you win or loss, you are going to sit in jail tonight without your little Amy there to make you feel like you belong in the HWF. You will sit on the hard, cold floor feeling like a criminal, because thats exactly what you are Renegade, a criminal. So coppers, come on down here so we can watch Renegade!

[When Insomnia says that the police, about ten of them, do infact come down to the ring and get into the ring with Insomnia. Insomnia looks back at the crowd as they are throwing things at him.]

Insomnia: Of course, I want these charges to go into affect after our little match, THEN you may arrest him.

[Insomnia points at a few cops as they shake their head agreeing with Insomnia.]

Insomnia: So Renegade, even though I only want you in jail one night to think about what you did, I think it will be enough to make you think about screwing with me. Renegade, get your ass down here so I can beat you and then so you can be taken to jail.

[Insomnia throws the mic into the crowd and tells the police to get out of the ring which they do, but then they make a wall around the ring, looking like lumberjacks, just incase Renegade does anything else criminal.]

Jeff: What's he thinking? This match is to be fought in the Boiler Room?!

Tim: I think he's really gone off the deep end, that staple's really stuffed up his mental capacity!

Jeff: He never HAD a mental capacity.

["Prince Charming" by Metallica then hits the speakers....Renegade's new music, Insomnia snaps, ready to fight, but Renegade doesn't show. Then all of a sudden, Rengade appears on the HWF-tron, he's in a dark room, with a door behind him and some text that reads "mooR relioB".]

Renegade: Hey, dickshit, you have seemed to forget the stipulations to your own f'ckin' Specialty matchup. The Sleep Forever match DOESN'T take place in the ring, so bring your ass, bring the cops, and bring your small sac 'o testicles back to the Boiler Room so I can put your Sleepy ass in the casket, and light it on fire!

[Insomnia chucks a fit in the ring, and storms backstage, with the police following.]

Tim: I think Renegade wins the first move in their game of chess.

Jeff: Man, credit to Renegade, he really showed how thick Insomnia is!

[Cut backstage, as the cheapo HWF Cameracrew manage to get a fix on Insomnia as he's trying to find his way through the maze of walls at the HWF Arena. He finally gets on the right track, coming up to a door with "Boiler Room" on it, you can hear loud noises and creaks and groans. Insomnia puts a hand on the handle, before stopping, he laughs, and pulls back, and hugs the wall. He then opens the door and swings it open, while he remains in the reltive safety of beside the wall. He then peers around like in an Action Movie when "BAM", Renegade cracks Insomnia and they both fall down. The cameraman gets struck too, and the camera sways around, and it briefly focusus on the roof where there's a hole, and you can see the figure of Amy as it dissapears.]

Tim: HOLY CRAPSTICKLE!! Renegade just jumped out of the roof, and crashes, literaly into Insomnia!!!

Jeff: They're both fucked up now!

[Renegade slowly gets up before Insomnia, and begins to bad mouth him and smack him about the head. By this time the Boiler Room door has started to sway shut. Renegade pics Insomnia up, and whips him hard into a nearby wall, as the Police watch on. Renegade turns to the cops, and gives them then two finger salute before returning his attention to Insomnia.]

Tim: That's not gunna get him anywhere.

[Renegade then walks over to a nearby table, and clears off the items off the top of it. He then walks over to Insomnia, and picks him up in a press. He then presses him INTO THE ROOF, and then through the table.]

Tim: HOLY SHIT, he just through Insomnia, literally, into the roof!

Jeff: Yeah, but it just shows how low the roof is, so Renegade's roof dive wasn't that great.

[The broken Insomnia, is picks up by the pants in a wedgie type hold, and dragged over to the enterance of the boiler room. Renegade then grabs Insomnia's shirt by the scruff of the neck, and proceeds to use Insomnia like a huge log to break through the door. After repeated attempts, a seemingly brain-dead Insomnia goes hurtling throuhg the door and into the boiler room. Renegade then laughs and walks on in, as the door slams shut, and the coppers man the door like in Goldberg enterances, ugg.]

Jeff: FINALLY, this match has started.

[Renegade walks over to the lump of dead human, called Insomnia, before grabbing him by the waiste. Insomnia, thinks quick, out of no-where, and pulls the bent over Renegade forward, using his own momentem to go crashing, head first through a plate glass window which HAD the words "Insomnia's Head Here" written on it. Renegade rolls over clutching his now bleeding face.]

Tim: Oh my, Renegade's layed some traps out back there!

Jeff: He really should just go in there and fight.

[Insomnia slowlly crawls over to a near by wall, and turns, and takes a seat, breathing heavily...before he checks his swolen head. His eye's slowly roll back in his head, before he returns to Earth and gets up. Walking across to Renegade he goes. He starts to kick Renegade, as Renegade tries to fight it off and stand up, soon as he's too his feet however, Insomnia capitalizes, spinning around 180, and dropping Renegade back down on his face with a standing spike Bulldog. Insomnia sits at the crash site, rubbing his aching head some more, and checking for the staple, which is still lodged in his head.]

Jeff: This guy IS whacked!

[Insomnia stumbles across to some bit of the boiler room, and yanks a piece of metal bar out from a support. He then stumbles back over to Renegade and starts cracking the bar across Renegade's fingers as he attempts to get up. Renegade then looks up in pain at Insomnia before copping one right in between the eyes, busting him over even more. Insomnia then sits on Renegade's back, and starts choking him out with a "Metal Bar" camal clutch.]

Tim: This guy has changed alot since his enterance in the HWF, he's now fully pyschotic.

Jeff: He's actually changed more since he got the damn Staple in his head, it's like his trophey

! [Renegade starts to go blue now, and uses all the strength in his body to power himself up and get to his feet. Insomnia's now piggy backed, but still has the bar firmly around his throat, he quickly loosens it, however, and drops to his feet, before yanking back on the bar and dropping Renegade back/neck first into a wall behind them in a wierd modification on a Russian Legsweep. Renegade slumps back to the floor, as Insomnia gets back up and starts goin' postal on Renegade with the bar, bludgeoning him to certain death, before snapping and throwing the bar across the room in a fit of...not rage...but a fit of pyschosis.]

Tim: Total nutjob.

[Insomania then leaves Renegade's body, and walks around the extremely large boiler room looking for the casket. He spots it, directly across from him, on a high piece of platform, with what seems to be a small path seperating where he is, and the other platform. The only other way falling off the edge, then walking across the floor, and climbing up to the other platform.]

Jeff: What kinda crazy-ass Boiler Room is this?!

Tim:You're right....coughFORONCEcough....it doesn't seem like a normal Boiler Room. For one, what kinda boiler room looks MADE for the HWF, with seemingly fake noises and machinery that looks like it supposed to be in a Boiler Room, but doesn't really do anything?

Jeff: Agreed, you think Renegade could of set all this up to fuck over Insomnia?

Tim: If he did, he's damn smart, and he deserves some credit.

[Insomnia then smiles and turns back to Renegade who's up to his feet, Insomnia runs at him; going for a clothesline but Renegade catches him, and hot shots him throat first across the frame that held the plate glass window. Insomnia springs off it and lands, clutching his throat. Renegade picks Insomnia up, and proceeds to "Pinball" Insomnia back and forth between the two wall-thingies, before dragging his ass across the "bridge" that leads to the casket. The camera quickly changes to another camera, that's on the ground level, it shows far away the shadowed figures of Insomnia and Renegade, on what is, 8 tables stacked on top of each other, two wide!!!]

Tim: Did you just see that?!

Jeff: HOLY CRAP!!! DEATH, DESTRUCTION, DEATH!!!

[As the two men walk on the huge stacked tables, which looks horendously fake and meant to be there (WWF Anyone?), the tables start to creak and groan. Insomnia gets a quick low blow on Renegade, and grabs him in a cradle DDT, he attempts to plant it, once, twice, but he just cant seem to feed Renegade the "Sleeping Pill" as the big man won't budge. Renegade hits a quick kidney blow, stunning Insomnia, before he picks him straight up in a verticle suplex, suddenly the tables give way before Renegade hits the high impact DDT on Insomnia. The two men go crashing through the top 5 tables, before landing on the third from the bottom, it creaks, and then gives way too, sending the men to the floor in a big pile of rubble and mayhem.]

Tim: **switches to a Oklahoma voice** Oh my god, he's broken in half! Stop this damn match! These two young studs don't deserve to be ended this way. STOP THIS DAMN MATCH!!

Jeff: **Starts to laugh uncontrollably, at TIM!!!!**

[From in the smokey dust of the wreckage, movement is seen, as a man starts to crawl out from the dust...that man is...it is....Insomnia?! The man who got planted, head first through about 6 of the 8 tables?!]

Jeff: Um, have you ever though, how are they going to reach the casket now?

[Un-benknowns to Jeff, there's a support ladder that leads up to the platform where the Casket is on. Insomnia's to his feet, but quickly falls down, his face finally bleeding, perfusely I might add. He lays face down, just outside the dustcloud as the camera cuts to the ring, where you can see the packed HWF Arena screaming "H-W-F" "H-W-F"!]

Tim: Why couldn't we be in a federation where the last letter is W? Then we could say "Dub"!!

Jeff: Yeah, like, um, I agree...and this totally makes me a sad panda.

[Renegade still hasn't moved in the cloud as Insomnia starts to move again, back to his feet.]

Tim: This guy is totally f'n hardcore.

[Insomnia starts to stagger across to the support ladder, before spitting some blood from his mouth. He then turns, for no reason, and looks at the looming wall 3-4 meters behind him, then down at bench that winds it's way around the wall. He then focuses back on the ladder, and tests it's stability before scaling the ladder. Renegade has now crawled his way out of the rubble, and to the base of the ladder as Insomnia's about half way up.]

Jeff: Whoa, we could see a real life death here! Whoooohoooo!

[Insomnia get's to the top, as Renegade's already started scaling the ladder. He walks over to check the casket, to his shock?! He looks at it, with anger, as it's a fake, a decoy if you will, Insomnia then stomps a huge hole right into it, pankaking the wood flat. Renegade's to the top now, and clocks Insomnia over the back of the head with a forearm. Insomnia colapses to his face. Renegade then drops down, and picks up Insomnia by the feet in an inverted "Walls of Jericho" but doesn't turn him. He starts dragging Insomnia towards the edge, his face sliding across the ground. Renegade then looks behind him, and down to the ground, before he chucks Insomnia off with an inverted Slingshot Catapult. Insomnia goes sailing across, SLAMMING back first into the wall, then plumets down, crashing through the bench that winds it's way along the wall.]

Tim: And human rag-doll award goes to Insomnia!!

Jeff: That was totally wicked! I think Renegade just killed Insomnia.

Tim: Wait till these two tie up with Phoenix next week, it'll be definately a deadly encounter.

Jeff: "Death from Above" describes it better.

Tim: Any news on Phoenix's condition?

Jeff: Nope.

Tim: Maybe he needs a Phoenix Down to cure his HP.

Jeff:**bows head in shame**

[Renegade is back to his feet, then peers over the edge, looking 8-table stories down to the ground where Insomnia is lying in a motionless heap with two glazed over white eyes looking back at him.]

Tim: He's not going to jump, is he?

[Sure enough, the bigman jumps off with a very unorthidox looking "Mike Awesome-esque" splash. Crashing right down on Insomnia. Both men instantly clutch their ribs, as the groans are heard echoing through the room.]

Jeff: HOLY FUCK!!

Tim: HOLY FUCK!!

Jeff: HOLY FUCK!!

Tim: Well, it does say he's a "Risk Taker" on his official biography on the HWF website!

[Then, unexpectadly, Renegade rolls over, and starts to gouge at the eyes of Insomnia. He then follows up with a, well, he RIPS THE STAPLE RIGHT FROM THE TEMPLE OF INSOMNIA!!! Blood squirts out, as Insomnia wriggle and writhes around in pain, and Renegade stands up, clutching his ribs, but with his other hand raising the staple to the camera as a trophey. Insomnia then snaps, and is instantly to his feet, somehow, and charges Rengade, grabbing him in a waistlock and pyschically man-handling him across the room towards the real casket. Renegade suddenly falls to his feet, as Insomnia goes hurting over the fallen Renegade crashing into yet another wall, and falling into the casket.]

Jeff: Argh, as simple as mistake as that could cost Insomnia.

Tim: All big Ren as to do is close it, and it's over

Jeff: ....uh, J.R, **starts to laugh**, you've seemed to stuff up that call, don't forget to light it on fire!

[Renegade quickly shuts the lid on the casket, and pulls his lighter from his pocket. The petroleum soaked casket, instantly catches alight, but no screaming is heard from within. Renegade stumbles across, and climbs back up to the main level, before staggering to the door. Upon exit, he's beaten down with nightsticks, and the corrupt cops arrest his ass, and take him away.]

Tim: HOLY CRAP, he's won the match...

Jeff: But has he won the war?

Tim:...bastard!!

[The camera cuts back to the Casket, where it's open, alight, but Insomnia is no where to be found.]

Tim: Now, that's just creepy.

Jeff: Who cares, Renegade won!!

Tim: Whatever... Fans, stay with us... the Tag Match is coming up after this!!

[Commercials]

Tim: Oooh, and next is the much vaunted "Elimination Tag" matchup between Trey and Sterling vs the Outlawed Generation.

Jeff: Oh my. On one side, is the most awesomest athlete ever, in Lance Sterling, then we have the two best chronies ever, with the Outlawed Generation serving the DAMN BEST COMMISH EVER, Collins. What's a man to do?!

[Suddenly....]

#Fortune fame

#Mirror vain

#Gone insane

#But the memory remains

[As "Memory Remains" by Metallica blasts from the P.A. system the crowd explodes into cheers, and most start to sing along. Silver and gold strobe lights begins to flash around the arena as Lance Sterling walks out from the curtain. He's wearing long black and gold tights with his trademark slogan "I am the greatest!" emblazoned on the front. Black elbowpads, white wristbands, and black boots complete his ring attire. Sterling pauses on in front of the curtains for a couple of seconds before slowly walking down the ramp and around the ring, flashing his smile and interacting with the fans at ringside. He climbs into the ring and climbs the upper right-hand turnbuckle, raising both his hands in the air and getting a huge pop from the crowd. As he gets down from the turnbuckle, the music dies down.]

Nigel Rolston: Introducing first, weighing in at 260 pounds, from Hollywood, California...he's "The Greatest", he's Lance Sterliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!

Jeff: He's called it, he's indeed the GREATEST!! Wooo!

Tim: It never ends, does it?

[Then On the HWF-tron, the screen begins to slowly strobe white light. Within a few seconds, the words "REINVENT YOURSELF" flash up on the screen and strobe for a moment before fading. A few opening notes sound in the arena quietly in the darkness. A HUGE explosion rocks the place as the music hits the first beat of "What's My Name" by DMX. Dark red, silver, and gold laser lights flicker all over the place as some slight fog fills the entrance. As the music hits individual words with the 3 heavy beats, the lasers seem to pulse in rythm as well as video clips of Michael on the HWF-tron. It's like they're beating along with the music as Michael Trey comes out, screaming the words along to the music and slapping fans' hands.]

Tim: He doesn't look quite right without Claire by his side, damn Bisc, damn him to hell!

Jeff: I am evil Bisco, I am evil Bisc-o!

Nigel Rolston: And his partner, weighing in at 220 pounds, accompanied by Claire Matthews, he is Michael TREEEEEEEEY!

[Crowd pops big time.]

Jeff: Uh, dickhead, update your f'n script!

Tim: I must admit, that was common sence, Claire isn't here.

[Then the lights in the arena go out in the arena and "My Generation" By Limp Bizkit begins to play over the arena P.A. system. The curtain under the HWF Tron begins to move and finally swings open as Extream and Kyle Cormen step out from the back to a pretty large pop from the fans. Extream is sporting a black steel chair in his left hand and a mic in his right. Cormen has almost an identical black steel chair in his hands except for a few different dents. They start to make their way down to the ring as suddenly they stop half way. Extream leans the chair against his leg as he puts the mic up to his mouth and begins to say a few words.]

Extream: Hey guys hows it going. Looks like this is going to be one hell of a match. You know I have been sitting back all night just waiting for this and the time has finally reigned apon us. Trey & Sterling versus Extream and Cormen.

[Extream gets a huge pop from the fans with the mentioning of the upcomming match as he continues to ramble on.]

Extream: Now concidering my curent status in the HWF I really need to get the victory tonight so you two know I am comming out swinging. But not quite yet. I still feel like running my big mouth. You see myself and Cormen here along with Mr. Coens haven't been getting the respect we deserve. We come out here week after week and entertain these fans like no one else. And what do we get with it, cleaning up the messes that our other partner in crime comish Collins is making. But hey I don't mind, this is my big chance I guess you could say, to prove to Drake and Manson that I am not playing anymore. I am serious when I say that I am on my way to the top. Like I have been saying all week guys, you two are my second and third rungs on this little ladder to the top and this is one hell of a strudy ladder. I don't think it is going to break and that means I am not going to lose. Not to you two not to anyone. So please, feel free to get ready cause tonight is the night everyone gets surprised at how good The Outlawed Generation really is.

[Extream and Cormen start to make their way down to the ring slowly.Extream has picked up his chair and has thrown it down to ringside. The fans are starting to get ready to watch one hell of a matchup as Extream continues to talk while walking around the ring. Cormen is going the opposite direction around the Ring as Extream.]

Extream: I am ready to take your lights out Trey, and I am ready to beat you and Sterling over there. I just hope you two are as ready as I am.

[Extream and C-Kid both start to climb up on the apron. Extream is still holding the mic as they both perch themselves on top of the turnbuckles. Extream puts the mic to his mouth one more time.]

Extream: It's time to take this shit "Too The Extreme"!

[As Extream says that he drops the mic and simaltaniously he and Cormen jump from the turnbuckle and both land missle drop kicks. Extream on Trey and Cormen on Sterling as the bell rings and the match begins.]

Jeff: Crap, this one has started quickly!!

[Sterling rolls quickly to the apron, as C-Kid and Extream double team Trey as the ref holds a pissed off Sterling back. Corman steps out to the apron as Extream continues his assault on Trey, Extream then casually strolls backfirst to the corner of Sterling, pretending to get ready to run at Trey with a splash, all of a sudden, Extream spins around hitting a back heel kick on Sterling, probably dislodgin a tooth or something, as Sterling tumbles to the floor on the outside. Trey staggers backwards, in the turbuckle as Corman holds him there Extream screams as he runs at Trey jumping, lieterally, from the middle of the ring hitting a splash on Trey, Corman lets go, as Trey staggers across to Extream. Extream turns back around, and recieves a kick to the gut, Trey quickly locks on a double arm, ready for the "Flash of Pain" but Extream uses his immense athletical prowess to power himself up, and flip up and over Trey's shoulder, breaking the hold, and spinning around into an inverted facelock.]

Tim: My golly gosh, that was amazing, great agility by Extream on that one!

[From the faclock, Extream spins Trey around, and locks in a double arm of his own, before Double Arm DDT'ing him to the mat with Trey's own "Flash of Pain".]

Jeff: Damn, that's gotta be humiliating!

[Suddenly, a camera catches a woman carrying a 15 foot ladder, easilly from the back. She is wearing black cargo pants and a tight black T-shirt that reads Angel across the chest. She makes her way down to ringside and begins to set up this 15 foot ladder. She starts to climb up as no-one notices her "silent" presence. Trey rolls over onto his back, as Extream goes at Sterling again, distracting the referee as the female jumps from the ladder and does a swan dive right onto Trey causing him to grab his chest in pain. She puts her left arm on her stomach but begins to roll out of the ring and take the ladder down. She slides the ladder under the ring and remains at ringside watching the match with no distinct look on her face.]

Tim: Oh my god, that woman just killed Trey with one move...

Jeff: .......

Tim: Stop drooling over your friggen mic equipment!

Jeff: Rumors are true.

Tim: What?!

Jeff: Remember, the rumor about Extream and this "Woman"? I bet that's her. All I know, apart from her being hot is that she has been seen backstage, in the streets, and just about anywhere with Extream.

[Sterling has totally cracked 'em at ringside, and drops to the floor, bring a table out, and sliding it in the ring, with the ref unbeknowns to it. Sterling hops in behind the refs back, and sets the table up, perpendicular to the turnbuckle, as Extream starts to continue his extreme sized assault on Trey. Corman sees Sterling appraoching from behind and jumps in, Extream turns around and kicks Sterling in the gut.]

Jeff: That wasn't really Sterling like.

Tim: Yeah, you're right, he just made a mistake.

[Extream and Kyle back Sterling up and whip in with a double irish whip. Sterling ducks the double clothesline and turns, delivering a double clothesine of his own. Sterling picks Extream up and nails a huge right hand on him, making him fall backward and get his arms caught in the ropes. Meanwhile, Trey has gotten composed and has Corman up. Trey holds his arms while Sterling delivers a huge punch to the gut of Kyle, doubling him over. Sterling takes Kyle and puts him into a powerbomb position, waving his arms that he's going to finish Kyle off. The crowd cheers as Trey hops up on a rope to pose.]

Tim: This is amazing!

Jeff: But... Sterling.. Trey... Extream.. damnit, I'm so confused! This isn't right!

Tim: So now that Sterling is on the good side of the fans, you suddenly can't quite like him?

Jeff: ... uh... no... uhm.. SHUT UP!

[Suddenly, Commisioner Shawn Collins comes running down to the ring from the back. He's got a kendo stick with him and he runs in, nailing Trey across the head. Sterling pushes Corman to the ground and begins to fight with Collins. Extream and Corman double up on Trey, when Jayson STARR comes running down to the ring! The crowd pops big time, going nuts. In a scene reminiscent of the week before, the three men each take someone on, Starr taking care of Extream, Trey facing Corman, and Sterling against Collins. The ref quickly calls for the bell.]

Ring Announcer: Due to double interference, this match has been ruled a NO CONTEST!

Jeff: Sonofabitchbastard!

Tim: Oh no!!! This is wrong, Extream and Corman, I honestly believe, even though they're the "bad guys" should of had this match won.

[Trey begins to get an upper hand on Corman, suplexing him into the middle of the ring. He then lays in a few punches and rolls him up onto the table that Sterling set up. Trey quickly climbs up the turnbuckle.]

Tim: YEAH!

Jeff: Shit no, shit fuck no... fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck...

Tim: You're naughty.

Jeff: You're gay.

Tim: Are not.

Jeff: Are too.

[As Trey faces the crowd, pumped ready for his moonsault, Bisc Limpkit slides in from the crowd, he slides in directly behind Trey and pushes Corman from the table. Just as Trey screams "Lights Out" you see Bisc, who's back to back with Trey, reach up and lock on a wierd double chickenwing. You heard the bog standards "Lights Out Through a table" crash, but as the lights come on, you see Trey, gut first through the table, with Bisc sitting split legged, with a double underhook on.]

Jeff: YES!! I think Bisc just did an innovation?

Tim: ...grrr

Jeff: Anyway, he just put Trey through the table with a wierd ass flipping splitlegged Pedigree!!

[Sterling takes advantage of the confusion and delivers a superkick to Collins, sending him to the outside nearest the ramp. By this time, Jayson Starr has made his way to ringside.]

Tim: The Commish is down!

Jeff: This totally reeks of shit-cock-ness!

[Sterling then is helped out by Starr, whipping Extream in that direction and putting him over the top rope with a clothesline. Bisc has now begun to scream at Trey loudly, but Starr comes from behind and drops Bisc with an inverted DDT! Sterling kicks Corman out of the ring as Starr now delivers shots to Bisc with the bat. Collins stumbles up the ramp, but Extream and Kyle remain on the floor. Inside the ring, Starr and Sterling lift the Vice President up into a double powerbomb position. They scream to the fans and pose before lifting Bisc up and Trey runs in, finishing it off as a double powerbomb/neckbrecker combo! They kick Bisc out as the crowd goes nuts!]

Tim: Look at that Jeff...

Jeff: ... what?

Tim: They're on the same page.

Jeff: ... shizit.

[Starr motions for a microphone. The timekeeper quickly tosses one in to him.]

Jayson Starr: Well... well... well. You guys think you can keep trying to knock us down, don't you? Collins? Limpkit? I was screwed last week, Collins, and you know it. Well, that kind of unjust shizit stops NOW.

[He passes the mic to Sterling. The crowd begins chanting for him.]

Lance Sterling: Couldn't you guys tell that there was an alliance here between Starr, Trey, and I? Hello?! All the fans could tell, when the three of us kicked your asses last week. Well, apparently we have to spell this out for you. So Bisc, Collins... enjoy.

[Sterling motions to the HWF-tron gallantly as Bisc and Collins turn to it. Up on the screen come the words "X-TREME ALLIANCE" with rumbling sound effects, followed by the the pictures, one at a time, of Michael Trey, Lance Sterling, and Jayson Starr. Bisc and Collins both turn back, incredulously.]

Michael Trey:: That's right Bisc. I'm sick of your promises and lies. Maybe you don't understand right now, but I think everyone in this arena does. Sterling and I have a history, sure... but this alliance is built on respect. And whether you know all of our history or not, there is a helluva lot of respect between us, not to mention Starr. And that respect is what binds together the "X-treme Alliance". So... here's how it's going to go.

[Trey passes the mic back to Sterling.]

Lance Sterling:: First off... Starr here is going to kick Blackjack's ass and once again become HWF Champion.... since he never lost it in the first place. That, and since Blackjack is a little bitch, he he he.

[Crowd pops at the Blackjack comment; Sterling passes the mic to Trey.]

Michael Trey:: And secondly... Lance and I are going to take over the damn tag division. In fact... we want a shot as those little punks, the Anti-Heroes. God knows that the ratings would be insane... Trey/Sterling vs. Rykopathe/Williams?! Imagine it! But that's not the point. The point is that we're two of the best men in HWF history on the same team, and frankly... we deserve those belts.

[Michael goes to continue, but Bisc has made his way up to meet Collins and they interrupt him with a mic they found on the ramp.]

Bisc Limpkit: Hold your horses, Mikey. You can't just DEMAND a tag title shot like that.

Michael Trey:: Why the hell NOT?!

Bisc Limpkit: You've gotta earn it. That is that simple. Now... what can you be forced to do in order to earn it?

[Collins and Bisc pause, pondering what test to put Trey and Sterling through. They break and Collins gets on the mic.]

Shawn Collins: Alright, Trey. You want a tag shot so bad?

Michael Trey: Yeah... I do.

Shawn Collins: Well, here's the deal. You're going to face one of the Outlawed Generation next week in a singles match. If you WIN... you and Lance Sterling get a match for the #1 Contendership to the tag titles.

[The crowd pops as Trey and Sterling smile in the ring. Starr leans against a turnbuckle in the ring, posing a bit for the crowd as Bisc interjects something.]

Bisc Limpkit: Not only that... damn, man. I'm feeling nice... if you win, you get Claire back too.

Shawn Collins: Now, isn't that NICE?! But... if you LOSE, Trey... Bisc and I get total control over your Singles Career here in HWF for 6 weeks and you and Sterling will not get that match until later.

[Lance and Trey catch eyes and both nod at the same time.]

Lance Sterling: We'll take that deal, boys. But you'd better be ready to be handing us these belts...

Michael Trey: The X-Treme Alliance is truly on top now, Collins and Biscus. Not the Anti-Heroes, nor the Outlawed Generation, nor any other faction. Just the three heroes in front of you.

[Then from Behind, a really pissed off Extream, grabs a chair and slides in, he taps Jayson Starr on the back, who turns around. Extream then throws the chair at Jayson who catches it, Extream then plants Jayson in the face with a spinning jumping back heel kick. Jayson tumbles to the outside, as the crowd is booing Extream like crazy. Extream dismisses it, as Trey and Sterling have turned to see what's going on. Sterling runs at Extream, who kicks Sterling in the guts, and rolls up his chest...]

Jeff: Nooo! Not "Too the Extream" on Lance, noooo! Do it on Trey!

[He then reaches over, and grabs Trey, and plants Trey too the Extream, while taking Sterling down with a inverted mosh pit. All of a sudden, the lights begin to dim down as "Hollywood Babylon" by Crazy Town begins to blare out over the PA system. Extream walks over to the ropes, just about ready for anything to happen. Suddenly, Ethan Scruggs steps out from behind the curtains wearing his usual black and red ring attire. He has a mic in hand, but pauses to look around at the booing crowd before proceeding to speak. Sterling and Trey and Starr, pissed off, walk through the sea of adoring fans, too the back.]

Scruggs: Hey Extream, there's something that I've gotta talk to you about.....mano y mano. I'm sure you know where I'm leading to with this, you're not stupid. You see, you've got that little team of street bandits that you like to call the "Outlawed Generation", and I have the Twisted Circle, the greatest Tag Team to ever grace the HWF. The two of us normally wouldn't have crossed paths, but I couldn't help but notice that you became buddy-buddy with my partner lately. Now that's all fine and dandy, but what I'm not agreeing with is the fact that you're trying to take Gavin out of the greatest thing to ever hit his career, and stick him with a bunch of outlaws....something which he's not. I know it probably sounds childish to hear two grown men fighting over something, but Extream....let me make myself clear when I tell you that Gavin's TwIsTeD for life, and if you wanna put me to the test, then be.....my.....guest.

[Just then "Heavy" by Collective Soul begins to blare over the PA. Blue spotlights encompass the crowd and the crowd begins to boo. Suddenly Gavin Coens walks out from the behind the curtain with a mic in hand. He waves towards the thousands of Gavin-wanna-be's in attendance before lifting the mic to his mouth and beginning to speak.]

Gavin: Ah...it feels nice to be welcomed by my thousands and thousands of adoring fans again. I've missed you my little followers. And thanks to me, this pathetic show has just gained 2 points on the ratings scale, because everyone knows Gavin = Ratings! As for the petty squabble that's taking place right now, I'm reminded of a once famous quote by a very smart man...

...Can't we all just get along??

There's no reason that we can't all fight on the same side here boys. We all have a common goal and we all want the fame that we know we deserve. So instead of fighting over such trivial things like who's side I'm on. Why don't we all work together and take the world by storm? What do you say? Extream? Scruggs?

[Scruggs lets his mic down for a second while Extream is still looking on to see what is going to come out of this. Apparently, Ethan is thinking of something. He’s got that pondering look on his face. A few seconds later, he lifts the mic back up to his mouth and states his answer.]

Scruggs: Gavin, you shouldn’t have even came out here, boy. This ordeal is all about you, but it doesn’t include you. This is strictly between me and that cumbubble standing in the ring over there. I’ve got my mind set on one thing, and one thing only....and not even my partner is going to change that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got something to take care of.

[Ethan tosses his mic aside and sprints down to the ring and slides in right through Extream’s legs. He jumps up to his feet, and just as Extream turns around to face him, he plants the man with Fatality. The crowd begins booing after witnessing this, and a dozen officials dash out to ringside almost immediately and take Ethan by surprise. BUT, Extream's back up to his feet, like it didn't even have an effect. Wheras Ethan's going crazy...kicking and spitting at them. Gavin nods his head in disappointment and heads to the back just as the herd of officials follow closely behind him with Ethan in custody.]

Tim: Holy crap, have you seen Extream tonight? He's like we've never seen him before!!!

Jeff: What, good?

Tim: Ahhh, shuddup!

Jeff: He ruined the X-Treme Alliances victory celebration.

Tim: So, I guess you're a Trey and Starr fan now right...

Jeff: Those two were always alright in my boo-

Tim: Shut the hell up Jeff... we have to go to commercials. You can see all of Starr you want after the break...

[Commercials]

Jeff: Guess what? We're back!!

Tim: That's right Jeffrey, and we're ready for our Main Event.

[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.]

Nigel Rolston: Ladies and Gentlemen... this is your MAIN EVENT!!

[HUGE pop from the fans in anticipation.]

Nigel Rolston: Introducing first, former HWF World Heavyweight Champion... "THE HARDCORE HEEEROO" JAAAAAYSOOON STAAAAAARR!!!

[Another pop from the fans, Jayson acknowledges them.]

Tim: Jayson was flat-out screwed at Reckless Behavior...

Jeff: Oh shut up, quit sulking in that... the important thing is that he's with Lance now!!

["Fame" by DMX 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.]

Nigel Rolston: And now, he is the current HWF WORLD CHAAAMPION... and self-proclaimed EXTREME EXTREMIST... this... is... BLAAAAACKJAAAACK!!!

Jeff: Now, there's the real World champio-

[Blackjack charges across the ring and spears Jayson into the corner. The ref signals for the bell to sound, and it does so. Blackjack quickly picks up Jayson and begins chopping him unmercifully in the corner. Jayson reels out towards the center of the ring, but Blackjack grabs him by the head and pulls him into an inverted DDT. Blackjack jumps on top of him for the cover.]

Tim: He's going for the pin already!?!

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

[Blackjack gets up and starts to threaten the referee; who just shruggs him off. Jayson begins to get up, but Blackjack stomps him back down to the ground. Blackjack, then, picks Starr back up to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Jayson hooks onto the ropes, and Blackjack charges with a clothesline. Jayson ducks, however, sending Blackjack over the top rope and to the arena floor. Jayson slides out himself and the two begin brawling with each other, right next to the guardrail.]

Jeff: Damn... these two hate each other...

Tim: Well, what do you expect. Blackjack basically stole that title from Starr.

Jeff: Oh, quit already!!

[Blackjack gain control and knees Starr in the gut. Blackjack lifts up Starr in a fireman's carry, but Starr slips out the back. Blackjack quickly pivots around, but gets caught in a front chancery and dropped with a flowing DDT by Starr. The crowd gasps in unison.]

Jeff: What a DDT on the outside by Lance Sterling's friend!!

Tim: Jeff!!

[Jayson Starr gets up and steps onto the apron. He calls for a chair, and a fan throws him one from the crowd. Jayson catches it and backs up a few feet. Blackjack lies there motionless, as Starr runs a little, dives off the apron and lands on Blackjack with a modified Arabian facebuster (legdrop w/ chair).]

Tim: What a move by Jayson Starr!! That's what I call fan participation!!

Jeff: That's what I call a disqualification!! Nobody can interfere...

Tim: That wasn't the case Jeff... and even if it was, the only thing that would happen would be that fan would get fired.

Jeff: Um... oh, yeah...

[Jayson goes for the pin, but the ref tells him to bring it into the ring. Jayson pounds his fist on the ground and then pulls Blackjack up by the hair. He rolls Blackjack into the ring and then slides in himself. Jayson waits for Blackjack to rise. When he does, Jayson slams him down to the ground with a STIFF STO and stays on top of him for the pin. The ref slides in, and the crowd begins to count along with him.]

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

Jeff: No... I mean, YES!! I mean... I'm SO torn...

Tim: I know how you feel Jeff.

[Jayson picks up Blackjack and slaps on a standing head scissors. He taunts to the fans a little, and then lifts up Blackjack. He slams him down with a powerbomb, holds on, lifts him up, and slams him right down again. Jayson starts getting real pumped up, and the fans react quickly. Jayson backs towards the ropes and awaits Blackjack yet again.]

Tim: What's he setting up for!?!

[Blackjack gets to one knee, and Jayson goes into gear. Starr bounces off the ropes and jumps in the air, performing an axe kick. Blackjack catches him by the legs however, and slams him down hard with a modified powerbomb. The entire crowd goes "OWWWWWW" upon impact.]

Jeff: Blackjack just blocked the Starr Crusher with a Powerbomb!!

Tim: I don't like the guy... but that was a hell of a move!!

[Jayson rolls to the corner, and Blackjack lifts him to his feet. He whips him to the other side and Starr flies into the buckles hard; almost collapsing in the corner. Blackjack follows it up with a fierce clothesline.]

Tim: He's just dominating now...

[Blackjack locks on a front chancery and quickly switches it into suplex position. Blackjack steps back a few feet and then lifts Starr into a vertical suplex. Blackjack yells something out a little, and then switches it into a powerslam.]

Jeff: BLACKJACK 21!!

Tim: This one is all but over!!

[Blackjack goes for the pin, but the ref spots Starr's leg under the ropes. Blackjack gets up and starts yelling at the ref again; just as a man slides in the ring behind him. The camera gets a shot of his face, revaling that it's...]

Jeff: What the shit is JUSTIN STORM doing here!?!

Tim: I thought he was DEAD!!

[Storm waits for Blackjack to turn around, just as Starr slowly rises to his feet behind the ref. Storm warms up his foot, and goes for a standing side kick on Blackjack. Blackjack moves to the right of the kick, and the ref moves to the left; causing Storm to plant the kick right between Jayson Starr's eyes. At the top of the ramp, comes Johnny Drake and about 25 security guards. The guards rush to the ring after Storm, as Blackjack collapses on top of Starr and makes the cover.]

Tim: NOT AGAIN!!!

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

Tim: Look what Storm did!!

Jeff: Blackjack's still the champ!!

[Blackjack rolls out of the ring and starts crawling to the annonce table, as the guards hit the ring and tackle Storm to the ground. Drake walks over to the time keepers table and furiously throws the title down at Blackjack and then grabs a microphone. The ref tends to Jayson Starr, as Justin Storm is brought to his feet for Drake to see.]

Johnny Drake: Justin Storm... you've been an HWF Tag Team Champion, an HWF Hardcore Champion, and even an HWF World Champion. But now, your ass is just one thing...

[Storm gets a pissed off look on his face, as a small smirk creeps across Drake's.]

Johnny Drake: ...fired.

[Everyone in the arena is shocked, including Justin Storm. The guards begin to force Storm away from ringside as Drake drops the microphone by Blackjack. Drake walks away form ringside just as Jayson Starr gets to his feet. The camera stays on Starr, as the ref helps him out of the ring. Fade to black.]