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December 2, 2000

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[6:55 pm | Metro Center, Rockford Illinois]

[The camera fades in. We see Vice President Bisc Limpkit and Commish Shawn Collins arriving at the arena before the show in a huge stretch limo. The crowd in the arena boos loudly upon seeing the two get out of the vehicle in the parking lot. They joke around, acting like a couple of children.]

Bisc Limpkit: Damn, Collins... your ideas always reek of absolute.... uh...

[The crowd starts up a BULL SHIT chant at the HWF-tron, but Collins cannot hear them out in the parking lot.]

Shawn Collins: Canadian-osity? Intelli-osity?

Bisc Limpkit: Something like that. I was thinking absolute brilliance or some other thang. Either way, they'll make Sterling and Trey out to look like a couple of freakin' mizonkeybizitches.

Shawn Collins: They deserve it... they sooooo reek of skantitudiny.

Bisc Limpkit: Speaking of a skank, hehehe, let's get Claire outta here and somewhere safe, eh?

[The two men reach into the limo and pull Claire out from the back. She's had her hands tied behind her back and has a gag bandana tied around her mouth. Her muffled screams bounce off the concrete walls and die out quickly. Bisc and Collins just laugh; Bisc tosses her easily over his shoulder, patting her ass as they walk towards the arena. Right as they leave, another car pulls up. This one is a black chevy blazer with fire airbrushed on the hood of it. You cannot see the driver, but you can hear "Bring the Pain" by Method Man playing in the car. It suddenly comes to a stop and the passenger's side door opens. A stunning woman walks out, and waits for the driver. One their door starts to oepn, the mystery woman walks to the camera and tries to cover it up. The shot goes back into the arena.]

[7:01 pm]

[The screen shows a quick promo for Commish's Corner, and then cuts to hte inside of The Metor Center on Rockford, Illinois where about 8,000 screaming HWF fans are chanting and pumping their fists in the air to the sound of Linkin Park. Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson are standing in the center of the ring; both in suits, and both holding mics. The music and fans slowly die down, as Tim Miller raises the mic to his mouth.]

Tim: Rockford, Illinois... welcome to SATURDAY SUICIDE!!

[HUGE pop for city and show's names.]

Tim: We have a HUGE show on tap, so let's get started... I'm Tim Miller...

[As always, the fans start to stir.]

Jeff: And I'm the studly warrior... Jeff "Don't be frightened by my size, I don't mean to be scary; I was obviously blessed with a natural born gift, which I use for popping cherries"...

[A HUGE pop for the vulgar middle name.]

Jeff: ...Robinson!!

[A round of applause from the fans. Tim chimes in.]

Tim: We have an excell-

Jeff: Tim... shut up... I have a surprise for you tonight...

Tim: Oh yeah, what's that?

Jeff: Take a look for yourself... c'mon out!

[Jeff points to the entrance way, and then starts backing up away from the ring. He pulls Tim along with him.]

#Fortune fame
#Mirror vain
#Gone insane
#But the memory remains

[Metallica's "The Memory Remains" blasts from the PA system, whpping the crowd of the Metro Center into a veritable frenzy as HWF legend Lance Sterling walks into view. Sterling is wearing a floor-length gold and silver robe with "I am the greatest!" across the back. His blond hair is tied back into a ponytail. He raises both arms in the air and proceeds down the aisle. He slowly climbs into the ring and raises both arms once again before being thrown a mic from the ring announcer. The music slowly dies down and Sterling raises a hand, motioning for the crowd to quiet down.]

Lance Sterling: Good evening, HWF! Are you ready to get hard...to the f'n core?!?

[Cheap pop from the crowd. Sterling gives a sly nod.]

Lance Sterling: Good for all of you; I have something much MUCH more important to announce. In fact, my announcement is guarenteed to change the face of the HWF, forever. It'll come as no surprise to any of you, though, because what it all boils down to is that when I make my grand announcement, you'll all realize that its the truth. I bet now every one of you is wondering what that announcement is, hmm?

[Crowd yells out "Yes!" at the top of their lungs]

Lance Sterling: I thought so. We in show business like to call that "keeping the audience in suspense". It builds up the final moment, y'know. But I digress. Get ready, HWF, for the announcement that will change history. As all of you recall, a little over two months ago I retired, AS the HWF World Champion. After that, my world title was declared vacant, and a new HWF champion was crowned. However being the natural genius that I am, I discovered a loophole. You see, because my "retirement" was a work in the first place, I never lost the title fair and square. It was not rightfully taken off me and therefore, HWF, I am STILL the HWF World Champion!

[He slowly takes off the golden robe, revealing an almost exact replica of the HWF world title around his waist. The only difference is that this belt has an embossed "LS" in the exact middle. Sterling smiles.]

Lance Sterling: I took the liberty to commission my own, personalized world title to be crafted. After all its only fitting for the HWF's greatest athlete. What it all comes down to, is this: I am still the world champion. I never lost the belt fair and square, it was not legally taken from me, therefore I still hold the gold. Despite what Blackjack, the world's luckiest son of a bitch, thinks, he is not the HWF champ. The HWF's CHUMP, maybe, but definatly not the champ. That title belongs to one man, and one many only: The World's Greatest, ME! Ladies and gentlemen, your now and always HWF champion, Lance Sterling!

[Climbing to the upper right turnbuckle, Sterling raises both arms in the air, Steve Austin style. This time he gets a mixed reaction from the crowd, who still don't quite buy his story about still being the champ. Nontheless Sterling prances around the ring, raising his arms triumphantly and showing off his "real" HWF title. His music hits the speakers again and he promptly leaves the ring, taking his time walking back up the ramp.]

Tim: Who does he think he is?!? He can't just declare himself the HWF champion again! He retired, the belt was declared vacant and now Blackjack is the champ!

Jeff: Bull! Sterling never lost the title fair and square; he has all the right in the world to say he's still the champ, and I support him 100%.

Tim: Of course, you're the world's number one Sterling-a-holic!

Jeff: I am not..oh wait maybe I am. THE POINT IS that he is the REAL HWF World's champion! All hail Lance Sterling!

Tim: Oh brother...

[Jeff glances over at Tim, who's face is buried in his hands.]

Jeff: Well, let's get on with the show...

Tim: Not yet... we gotta take a commercial break.

Jeff: Dammit!!

[Commercials]

Tim: Alright, welcome back to Suicide... we're ready for our first match...

Jeff: This one features Chris Davison, Spike, and Kyle Corman... three up and coming superstars here in the HWF...

Tim: Very good Jeff...

Jeff: Something about Lance just gets me in a good mood!!

[As the crowd looks on, "Indestructible" by the Matthew Good Band hits the speakers, and the bass riff sends the crowd to their feet as Chris Davison appears in the entranceway. He walks to the ring, reaching in to tag quite a few fans' hands. He reaches the ring and steps onto the apron, then onto the turnbuckles, playing to the crowd and receiving a decent pop. He hops off of the turnbuckles and then leans on the ropes, looking vaguely nonchalant.]

Tim: Davison looks ready to put up a fight, it's his first non-dark match since his arrval to the HWF.

Jeff: Yeah, they'll probably stick him back to the dark matches after this.

["Anger Management" hits the air and a long burst of pyros explode from the sides of the aisle. When the smoke clears, Spike puts one foot on to the entrance- way with his head to the floor. Slowly, he looks up and grins devilishly while bringing his arms up over his head as if to salute the crowd. He quickly swings his arms to his sides, snaps his head up, and sprays water from his mouth and slowly pans over the crowd before walking to the ring. Rolling under the bottom rope, Spike walks to the far side of the ring and vaults to the top rope, facing away from Davison and pans over the crowd once again. He then slowly turns his head to meet Davison's face, still standing on the third rope. The evil looking grin has been exchanged for a hard-edged smirk as his music fades out.]

Jeff: One half of those assholes Teen Angst. They should send his ass back to wherever him and his little buddy Chris Thrilla came from. They still need to reach puberty.

Tim: Watch you mouth, Jeff, he's looking your way.

Jeff: Oh yeah? Come get'cha some, punk!

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

Tim: Here we go, Rockford Street Fight!

[Spike slips out of the ring as Corman whips Davison to the ropes, but Davison slides under and to the apron. Corman grapples with him and Davison lifts the Canadian Kid in a suplex, crotching him on the top rope. Spike appears with a chair and knocks Corman to the floor, with Davison dropping down and executing a shoulder thrust on the former of the two. With Spike doubled over, Davison slingshots over the ropes and hits a diving rocker dropper onto the chair on Spike.]

Jeff: God damn! This rookie is already kicking some ass!

Tim: Davison is a very talented wrester, he was hired by Chaz Manson after-

Jeff: I don't want his life story, pig fucker. We got action to call.

[Davison slowly stands and walks over to the chair, as Spike uses the guardrail as leverage to stand. Davison charges forward at Spike with the chair at his side, but Spike kicks Davison in the mid-section and underhooks Davison's arms, then lifts him up into a Crucifix but then jumps forward and lands back, giving him a Crucifix neckbreaker. Spike then rolls over onto Davison for the pin.]

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

Tim: Spike with a near fall after delivering a "Hoodlum Sacrifice".

Jeff: Whatever, Spike is a juvenile delequent, they should send his ass to school or something.

[Spike stands up, still looking down at Davison. Kyle Corman is now up, as Corman slides into the ring and taunts Spike with both hands. Spike grins then slides in the ring, and the two exchange a few punches. Corman whips Spike into the lower right corner, then catches Spike on the bounce and lands a facebuster on him. Corman rolls over as Davison slides back into the ring, holding the chair that was left on the outside. He raises it at Corman, but the Canadian Kid slides out fo the ring. Davison looks back to Spike, who is just getting up now, and charges at Spike. Spike ducks and gives Davison a few rights to the face, then knocks him down with a monster clothesline. C-Kid slides back into the ring, now with a wooden two by four and the ring bell. Davison stands and slides out, going under the ring, taking out a table when he pulls back. He slides it in the ring, and then sets it up, propping it in the center. Corman begins to hammer at Davison, taking him to the corner with fists. Spike hauls Corman away to kick him and drop him with a DDT, as Davison hoists himself onto the turnbuckles. Spike turns his attention to Davison, but receives a flying missile dropkick. Spike staggers back and Davison clotheslines him over the top, then grabs Corman and shoves him onto the turnbuckles. Davison follows after him and then positioning himself, leaps and hits a top-rope hurricanrana through the table in the center of the ring.]

Tim: Ohmigod! A Hurricanrana through the table right in the center of the ring!

Jeff: That is some violent shit man! The C-Kid is out!

[Davison slowly turns over, getting a arm on Corman's leg and lifts it, pinning him.]

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

Tim: Near fall! How the hell does Corman do it!

Jeff: This match should be over right now!

[All three men are down now, with Spike on the outside and Corman and Davison on the inside. Spike is the first to get up, then starts rummaging under the ring. Davison slowly stands up about 30 seconds later, and grabs Corman's head, picking him up slowly. The two exchange a few rights, Davison then plants a huge punch to Corman's left cheek. Corman staggers back, and Davison charges forward and looks to clothesline Corman over the top, but Corman moves at the last second and whips Davison over the rope onto Spike. Corman slides out of the ring and picks Spike up by his head and slams Spike's head on the guard rail repeatedly. Spike finally blocks one and slams Corman's head into the guard rail. Spike then goes back to looking around under the ring, until he finds yet another table. He slides it out and sets it up, then grabs Davison up and gets behind him, then gets him in a full nelson. Spike picks Davison up then leans forward, slamming Davison through the table in a elevated full nelson slam.]

Tim: God no! Davison through the table in a Full Nelson Slam by Spike!

Jeff: Holy fucking shit, that rookie is learning what the meaning of being hard to the fucking core is!

[Corman is the first to stand, as Spike also stands up. The two exchange a few punches, Corman tying up with Spike then knees him in the gut. Spike doubles over as Corman puts him in a front chancery and DDT's him on the remains of the table. Spike's head lands with a thud as Corman gets back up and looks down at both men, who are still lying on the floor. Corman walks over and grabs the steel steps from the corner of the ring, then raises them high above his head. He walks around back to where the two men are laying, then lifts the stairs up and lets them drop. Both Spike and Davison roll out of the way, letting the stairs land with a BOOM right where their heads were sitting. Spike and Davison both reach forward and grab Corman, then double-whip him into the guardrail. Corman turns and hits the guard rail, then staggers back froward in the direction of his opponents. Davison and Spike charge forward towards Corman, then double-spinebuster him to the ground. Davison and Spike both lean forward for the pin, but then look at each other, realizing they are both going for the pin. The two men exchange a few punches, Spike then kicks Davison in the stomach and uses a Risng Star Realease Suplex onto the guardrail.]

Tim: Chris Davison meets guardrail, ouch.

Jeff: That rookie...shit, I ran out of things to say about him.

[Davison lands on the guardrail with a crunch and falls back as Spike looks back down and pins Corman as he had origianlly planned.]

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

Tim: Another near fall!

Jeff: C'mon, this match is getting repetitive.

[Spike stands up along with Corman, the two duke it out a little, Corman then grabs Spike's hand and stiff-arm clotheslines Spike to the ground. Corman looks over and pushes the timekeeper off of his chair, the folds the chair up to smack Spike with it. Davison suddenly jumps onto the guardrail and jumps off it, dropkicking the chair into Corman's face. Corman falls back, Davison then goes for the pin]

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

Tim: Spike interferes with the pin! Davison probably, no, DEFTINATELY, had this match won!

Jeff: This match has to friggin end!

[Spike stands up, as Davison grabs the chair then slams it into Spike's head. Corman starts to get up as Davison looks back to Corman, and Davison picks Corman up and brings him over to the side of the ring. He walks over to where they left the chair, then puts Corman in a front chancery and picks him up, stalling him in a Brainbuster. He finally lets the Brainbuster go and goes down, and they both fall to the ground.]

Tim: There's Lethal Injection! Davison has the win lined up for him!

[Spike seems to be showimg movement on the other side of the ring as Davison picks Corman back up and puts him in the stance for a Pedigree. As Davison hooks both of his arms, Spike comes back over with the steel steps on his shoulders. Davison looks on in horror as Spike throws the stairs forward, launching then straight at Davison and Corman. The stairs hit them with a sickening thud, and the crowd goes wild.]

Tim: NO! OHMIGOD! THE STAIRS JUST CRACKED CORMAN AND DAVISON IN HALF!

Jeff: THIS IS OVER! Finally!

[Corman and Davison are both layed out on the floor, with the steel steps lying suspiciously over Corman's head. Spike walks over to the two and looks over at the crowd, then climbs up to the apron then onto the top turnbuckle. Spike looks around at the crowd, getting a mixed reaction.]

Tim: No, he isn't going to...

Jeff: DO IT! DO IT YOU DELIQUENT BASTARD!!!

[Spike jumps off of the turnbuckle with a guillotene leg drop, landing on the steel steps that are still lying on Corman's head. He lands with a huge crack that is heard across the whole stadium, then falls over on Corman's stomach, pinning him.]

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

[Anger Management hits over the speakers as a huge reaction from the fans is heard. Spike eventually gets up on his hands, then stands up slowly, with his hand on his head, and looks around in disbelief at what he had just done.]

Tim: SPIKE, WITH A HUGE GUILLOTENE LEG DROP, BEATS OUT KYLE CORMAN AND CHRIS DAVISON!

Jeff: Damn, what a fuckin' match!

[Spike slides back in the ring and gets up on the third rope, grinning at the crowd again, getting a somewhat not-normal pop from the crowd. He grins some more, then gets down and steps back out on the apron, then jumps down, walking back up the ramp. Davison stands up and looks up the ramp at Spike, still in shock, as Corman still lies on the ground, not showing any sign of movement. The EMT's rush and help Corman onto the stretcher and take him to the back.]

Tim: What a way to start off what is planned to be an explosive episode of HWF Saturday Suicide!

Jeff: I'd say...

[Tim grabs at his earpiece for a few seconds.]

Tim: Alright, not to take away from that great match; but we have to cut back to the locker room.

[The camera cuts to a backstage position, near the hall of HWF legend, Vic Williams.Upon entering his corridor, Vic raises his head upwards, and pushes his hair out of his face, and leans back on the bench, one leg propped up on the bench, with one outstretched to the floor. His black leather coat covers him, and his various piercing shine under the overhead lights. His dark piercing eyes, grasp the cameras attention, as he begins to speak.]

Vic: Twisted Circle, once again, we have gone out and fucked you up....tonight I have a slight surprise for you...Coens, after reading your comments, I still know you lusted for my bride, but you always got turned down, because you were, and always will be a punk ass little bitch...the truth is a bitch, so you can just penetrate that for a little while.The fact of the matter is, the Anti-Heroes are the strongest force, the most violent force, and god damnit, we strive to maim, mutilate, and cripple.If our onslaught includes, some suicidal falls, terrifying tyrany, and flaming duels, then so be it, we will still come at you like a fucking wirlwind.No, I'm not someone you should look up to...none of us are, we don't have any qualities of a hero, we are not a fucking group of role-models....My dear fiance, will be avenged tonight Gavin, I will make sure of that, my devious friend.You have tried, pardoning and battling, with the devil himself.He is not insane, I'm just alot wiser, and alot more morbid than you...suffering strives me to become stronger, or will just make me a more vicious nemesis....tonight, you have a surpise...

[Dramatic Pause... even from Vic.]

Vic: TONIGHT, TREVOR LASEK WILL BE MY PARTNER! Rykopathe has an important match, so Trevor was willing, to hit you with some of his "Suicidal Shit". Tonight, you are going to see an Inferno From Hell....and the trail of massacre will engulf us all...

[The camera is then pushed away by Vic's left hand. The cameraman walks into the hall way, as the "Vicious One's" locker room door closes, as you can hear a wall being punched and kicked. The camera cuts to another part of the locker room.]

Tim: What's going on now?

[The scene changes to Zakin's locker room right before his match. Zakin tosses the belt over his shoulder and exits the door. Just as he does so, a man in a black coat smashes a chair over his head. Zakin falls to the ground rendered unconscious. The man beats Zakin with the chair and just as officials come to help Zakin, he gets up on his own and walks towards the stage entrance.]

Tim: What the hell? Zakin has a match for his title right now!

[Commercials.]

["Walk" by Kilgore begins to play and Zakin comes out with the title over his shoulder. Zakin is bleeding a little but it doesn't seem to bother him. Zakin walks down to the ring with a mic in hand and begins to speak.]

Zakin: The hell was that all about? Well anyway, I guess you are wondering where the hell I've been...well you see, my mother is very ill and well she's gonna die.... and aw fuck it! I just didn't feel like wasting my breath on you Styles.

[Large pop from the crowd.]

Zakin: They know and I know that you ain't worth the time so let's just get this damn thing over with!

Tim: And here comes the challenger for the Canadian Title, an actual Canadian, in fact a Windsor native – Chris ‘Intensity’ Styles.

[‘Boys n’ The Hood’ by Dynamite Hack plays as Styles makes his slowly way from the back. He stops at the top of the ramp and yellow and silver pyro-techniques EXPLODE all around him. As the pyro-techniques die down Styles emerges from the smoke of the explosions and runs down the ramp towards the ring acknowledging the crowd the whole way. Styles arrives at the ring, slides in and grapples with Zakin.]

Tim: This should be a good wrestling match. Both these men are great technical wrestlers. We should see some nice grappling here.

Jeff: Yeah, and David Zakin is THE GREATEST TECHNICAL... blah, blah, blah! I say grab some chairs, stack up some tables, and bring out the C4!

[Zakin gets Styles into a side headlock, and puts some pressure on his neck. Styles sends him against the ropes, but Zakin comes back with a shoulder shove, sending Styles to the ground. Zakin jumps back against the ropes, and hops over Styles’ body on the ground. Styles gets up, and jumps over Zakin who is coming back from the ropes. As Zakin makes his next pass, Styles jumps on him for a running hurricanrana. He quickly gets up and raises his arms for a mixed reaction from the crowd.]

Tim: Look at the agility.

Jeff: Look at those shiny chairs.

[Zakin quickly rolls Styles up from behind to try and get an early count. One.....Two..... Kick out. They both get up, and Zakin gives Styles a hip toss. Styles gets up. Another hip toss by Zakin. And once more. Zakin then whips Styles into the turnbuckle. He goes up to him, and chops him across the chest.]

Jeff: Oh God! Here we go...

Crowd: WHOOOO!

[Styles holds his chest, and then retaliates. He chops Zakin across the chest even harder.]

Crowd: WHOOOOOO!!

[Zakin pushes Styles back into the corner, and chops him harder than the last one!]

Crowd: WHOOOOOOOO!!!

Tim: This is brutal! Their chests are red!

Jeff: You’re right about one thing – it is brutal! Brutally boring! Set up a ladder or something!

[Zakin lifts Styles to the top rope, and tries to set up for a superplex, but Styles kicks Zakin, and delivers a Tornado DDT. Zakin rolls over and gets back up, Styles runs at him, but Zakin quickly grabs Styles’ left arm and brings him down into the Compton Crossface. Styles begins to yell in pain, and his arm and spine are being wrenched. Slowly, Styles makes his way to the ropes. The ref begins to ask him if he gives up, and he just continues to yell “No!” He lunges his right arm, and grabs the bottom rope. The ref quickly breaks the hold, and Styles rolls out of the ring. Zakin grabs his hair and brings him back in, and delivers a super kick. He pins Styles.]

[One... ..Two... ...Thre..... Shoulder up!]

Tim: That was a close one!

Jeff: What’s wrong with Styles? He shouldn’t be so tired already.

[Zakin yells at the ref for making a slow count. Styles gets up, and grabs Zakin from behind and lifts him onto his shoulders. He pulls on Zakins legs, and drops him face first into the mat. Styles gets on Zakins back, and grabs both of his legs to apply a quick and sloppy sharpshooter. Zakin struggles and squirms on the floor. He reaches for the ropes, but Styles pulls him back. Then Zakin uses all the energy left in him, and wrenches to his side, trying to reverse the sharpshooter. He wrenches harder, and manages to turn it into a figure four leg-lock. Styles then screams in pain, as he tried to reverse the figure four. Again, he is successful, and he turns the figure four around back into a sharpshooter.]

Jeff: This could go on forever!

Tim: Imagine the pain these men are going through!

[Zakin grabs the ropes, and the hold is released. The two men get up, Styles goes to punch Zakin, but Zakin ducks and quickly delivers a 3/4-neck breaker to Styles. Styles bounces as he falls to the ground. Zakin goes for another cover... one.....two......th... and Styles gets his foot on the rope. Zakin starts yelling at the referee, but catches Styles as he gets up, and delivers a clothesline. Styles gets up again, and as Zakin tries to attack Styles, he ducks this time. He hooks his legs with Zakin’s. Styles gets up, and Zakin is elevated, and hung upside down with his chest facing Stlyes’ back, and his legs are on Styles’ shoulders. Styles drops to the ground, making Zakin’s head hit the ground as well.]

Jeff: WHAT A PILEDRIVER!

Tim: That could’ve given Zakin a concussion! He already got hit with a chair before the match!

Jeff: Who’s innovative now? Huh Drake? Huh Limpkit?

[Styles gets up and climbs the top rope.]

Tim: Now what’s he doing?

[Styles performs a picture perfect moonsault onto Zakin. As he lands, he grabs Zakins legs and twists him around into a Canadian Maple Leaf half crab.]

Jeff: A Maple Leaf!

Tim: He wants to finish this like a true patriot!

[The ref looks at Zakin. He’s not responding. He lifts his hand... one......two........three!! Zakin is unconscious! And Styles is the new Canadian Champion! ‘Boys n’ The Hood’ by Dynamite Hack plays over the boos in the crowd. Styles grabs the belt, smiles, and leaves the ring.]

Tim: Someone get the EMTs out here! David Zakin is hurt!

Jeff: What an upset!!

Tim: Y'know Jeff, some wouldn't call that an upset...

Jeff: Yeah, but I do... Zakin was on a roll!!

Tim: Anyway, let's go backstage.

[The scene cuts to the backstage where Shawn Collins is going to his office. He is wearing his traditional red and white suit. The hallway is dimly lit and as he continues down the hall he turns suddenly as he heard a set of double doors open behind him. Turing around he is greeted by a shadowy hulking figure. A shocked look comes over his face as he suddenly begins to think he is the victim of a surprise attack. Backing himself against the wall he measures up the large man standing in the doorway. The light shining behind the man only reveals a silhouette but Collins slowly starts to realize whom he's seeing. As the man starts to laugh a wicked almost insane clown laugh Collins finally realizes who he is.]

Collins: Mayhem...

[The man walking into the light reveals a 6'7" giant. Dressed in blue jeans, a red shirt and a black trench; his face covered by a mask. The mask made from thick black leather covers his whole head, with big white triangular eyes and a sinister ear-to-ear smile of silver needle like teeth.]

Mayhem: None other.

[Collins is a little freaked by the jaw of the mask moving up and down as Mayhem speaks, but realizes as Mayhem turns his head that the jaw has been disjointed allowing it to move up and down as Mayhem talks.]

Collins: What the hell are you doing here?

Mayhem: Awww, did you hear? The man here, Drake, let little old me in. Do you believe it???!!!! HEHEHAHAHEHEHHEHAHAHA!!!

[Collins cringes as he listens to Mayhem sickening loud, laugh.]

Collins: No, I don't. Why are you here, last I heard you were in the Bad Ass Wrestling Federation?

Mayhem: Was, and having one hell of a time, but hey, the challenges were getting pretty weak. I'm looking for some other challenges.

Collins: Well believe me, you'll find them here.

[Collins allowing himself to relax leans against the wall, Mayhem picking up his duffle bag walks right up to Collins face to face. A little unnerved Collins has the urge to push Mayhem back but chooses not to. Shawn not wanting to be irritated just ignores Mayhem's antics.]

Mayhem: You know Shawn, I've heard you've been being a bad boy here in the HWF, is this true, young man?

[Mayhem giggles as he slowly steps back.]

Collins: I've got my own things going on here. Trust me Mayhem, you don't want to be involved. You're new here. Now I know how you like to cause trouble, but let me give you some advice.

[Mayhem tilting his head almost mockingly listens in.]

Mayhem: I'm all ears…hehehee and teeth.

[Collins irritated at the stupid jokes goes ahead.]

Collins: You're new here, you don't know anybody, and you don't know what the hell is going on here. If I were you, trying to make a good impression, I wouldn't make waves.

[Mayhem stepping back stands silent. Collins intrigued by what Mayhem may be thinking curses the mask for covering his facial features. After several seconds Mayhem picks up the duffle bag.]

Mayhem: Where's the locker room?

[Collins smiling at Mayhem's compliance points to his left.]

Collins: Right down the hall, you'll see the door clearly marked. Welcome to the HWF.

[Mayhem giggling to himself starts to walks down the hall. Collins passing Mayhem off starts to continue his walk as Mayhem calls out to him. Collins turning around quickly hides a look of disgust.]

Collins: What?

Mayhem: I don't make waves Shawn, I've always preferred to sit and wait through the calm. Then when the storm hits and the real waves start crashing, I'll have myself one hell of a party.

[Mayhem bursting into an insane laughter walks away, down the hall. Collins standing quietly in the hall thinks on Mayhem's words. Smiling, he turns around and walks away.]

Jeff: Man, this night's just filled with surprises...

[The camera cuts to the parking garage. We see a taxi pull up to the arena and Michael Trey gets out, tossing some bills at the cabbie.]

Michael Trey: Keep the change man.

Cabbie Az-Habib Jones: Muchas gracias, senor Trey. Adios...

Michael Trey: Uh... aren't you an Arab, with a name like Az-Habib?

Cabbie Az-Habib Jones: Si!

Michael Trey: And you speak Espanol... why?

Cabbie Az-Habib Jones: I'm just shittin' with ya, Mike. Go kick some ass tonight, I'll be watching back at the garage.

Michael Trey: Thanks man... I think...

[The cabbie speeds off and Trey shakes his head for only a moment before heading towards the arena. Head Interviewer Tony Bradshaw heads right for him with a camera crew and the crew follows Trey into the backstage area.]

Tony Bradshaw: Michael, what is the latest? We need to know what your plans are for Extream and Rykopathe tonight, not to mention... is that deal you made with Collins and Bisc going in effect with the match tonight?

Michael Trey [continues to walk]: My plans for Rykopathe and Extream are simple... win. I've beaten them both mercilessly for the past year. The one time that they hold the titles... I'm injured seriously. Maybe they don't want to admit it, but I AM better than them and I WILL win tonight. There's just too much riding on this match for me NOT to.

Tony Bradshaw: And what about the stipulations, besides it being a Proving Grounds match?

Michael Trey: Yeah, the deal with Collins and Bisc is on tonight. If I win, Sterling and I get a shot at the #1 Contenders and a serious run in the tag ranks... and I get Claire back. If I lose... well, then Sterling and I will have to make our way through the tag ranks, and Bisc and Collins take control of my single's career for 6 weeks.

Tony Bradshaw: Are you nuts, giving them the chance to possibly RUIN your career here in HWF?!

Michael Trey: I'm gonna win Tony. That's all there is to say.

Tony Bradshaw: But what about Cla-

[Trey is cut off by J. Simon Rykopathe stepping out of his locker room. Trey and Rykopathe stand about 15 feet away from each other, just staring. A few seconds elapse and Rykopathe turns off the other way and walks away. Trey does the same, leaving Bradshaw alone in the hallway.]

Tony Bradshaw: Well, back to you guys at ringside...

[The camera cuts to the ring, where they're preparing for the Tag Title Match.]

[All of a sudden "Wake up" by Rage against the Machine begins to play as Trevor Lasek comes out from the Entrance way. Trevor is wearing black cargo pants, black shoes, black wrist tape and a Black elbow pad on his left arm, a Yellow T-shirt with Black Barbed wire on it. Trevor then begins to walk to the ring. Staring at all the fans, Trevor is also dragging along some Firecrackers as well to the ring. Trevor finally gets to the ring and slides in ass "Wake up" comes to a close, Trevor then asks for a mic and begins to speak.]

Trevor Lasek: Well well well, looks like we fooled you guys. Did you actually think that it would be Vic and Ryko defending the belts? Nope if you noticed, you guys are getting a title shot against The Anti-Heroes, not Vic and Ryko. I had fun at CC with Collins and now it's time for business. Last week Gavin, you beat me inside this squared circle. I could've beat you but I decided to use some shit on you. I did but it cost me big time. Oh well it was fun putting you through that Bug Zapper board. I can still hear all the zaps that we made on that board, but it doesn't sound good as Firecrackers Cracking on skin. Oh yes, tonight there will be alot of Violent Shit in this match.

Trevor Lasek: But as I look around, I see there is Barbed wire, Ladders, lighters, Tables, Chairs and a whole lot more of crazy shit. I can see that there won't be some Violent Shit Nope sorry...but there will be INSANE Violent Shit in this match. Oh yeah, Vic and me are gonna party tonight. And unfortunately Gavin and Ethan are not invited.

Trevor Lasek: Ethan, you pissed me off last week, you were silent the whole week and then you come out saying pointless shit no one could care less about. Nobody cares about you and Gavin. Gavin to me is a Bitch and you Ethan to me you are a.... bitch. I will never like you or respect you came in my match last week and attacked me, knowing I was down and out. But tonight Ethan, your gonna put up or shut up. As I see it, we are gonna make you shut up. You thought getting lit on fire was bad enough, well you haven't seen anything yet. We are gonna show you why we are the most Insane Wrestlers ever to step in the ring. Vic who likes to do Senton's off of Balcony's and I who likes to light myslef on fire. Vic and me are quite the team and we will show you why when we create some Insane Violent Shit on the prick's that go by the name Gavin and Ethan. One is Canadian and the other is a scrub. Now let's start the damn match!

[The roaring HWF crowd, stirs in anticipation, as the opening riff of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward plays, the fans blend in noise, as green pyros abruptly go off, as the Canadian born, Vic Williams steps out and stalks down the isle. Piercings shine from his nose, lip, and right eyebrow, and his black military boots slightly flicker, under the strobe lights. Fitted in black tights, with a purple and silver, gothic like barbwire design run up his legs, and his bare chest bares all his tattoos. Black designs under his eyes can be noticed, as he runs down the aisle, and enters the ring, his black trench coat trailing behind, he stands in the ring, arms outward, head tilted to the sky, as the lights, flash back on....]

[ ....3.... ]

[ ....2.... ]

[ ....1.... ]

[ ....0.... ]

[ BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! ]

["More Human Than Human" by White Zombie begins to blare out over the arena speakers as Ethan Scruggs and Gavin Coens of the Twisted Circle tear through the curtains with a whole lot of charisma. They head straight down to the ring without delay.]

[The match starts quickly. Gavin and Vic start to brawl with each other. Scruggs spears Lasek. Gavin immediately sets up the barbwire ladder in font of the barbwire table. Scruggs and Lasek have made their way out of the ring, near the caskets. As Gavin finishes setting up the table and ladder, Vic comes from behind and gives him a bulldog followed by a quick lionsault.]

Tim: He’s lucky he didn’t lionsault himself onto that barbwire table!

Jeff: That would have been interesting.

[Scruggs opens one of the caskets to reveal a tray of broken glass, light tubes, light tube boards, pane of glass, and many light bulbs. Lasek runs at him, but is elevated and thrown onto the light bulbs and broken glass due to a quick samoan drop style fireman’s carry by Ethan Scruggs. Lasek arches his back in pain, as blood begins to show beneath his falling place.]

Tim: Shit! It’s already crazy out there!

Jeff: The faster it gets nuts, the better!

[In the ring, Gavin and Vic are still brawling. Scruggs rolls in some C4 Chairs from the first casket, along with some barbwire boards and bats. Gavin gives Vic a kick to the groin and pulls off a Cardinal Syn.]

Jeff: A CARDINAL SYN!?

Tim: It’s over! It has to be!

[Gavin picks up Vic and lays him across the barbwire table. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Scruggs is laying in the barbwire casket with firecrackers wrapped all around him. Lasek is on the top rope, and nails a moonsault on Scruggs. Both men go almost limp inside the casket, lying on top of one another.]

Tim: This is insane!

Jeff: What’s insane is how that fat fuck actually pulled off a moonsault! That’s insane!

[Gavin is at the top of the ladder, holding the C4 chair. Vic is lying on the barbwire table. Gavin jumps off, puts the chair under him and lands on Vic with a guillotine legdrop!]

[BOOOOOOM!]

Crowd: H-W-F! H-W-F! H-W-F!

Tim: IS VIC WILLIAMS DEAD?

Jeff: Nope, they’re both still stirring. Well, Vic looks more like twitching. But he’s still moving!

Tim: I think it got Gavin more! His leg is in pain!

[Gavin tries to get up and walk, but he falls continuously. On the outside of the ring, Scruggs and Lasek have gotten up. Lasek moves towards Scruggs, and attempts a jab. But Scruggs blocks it, and applies a front chancery into a cutter.]

Tim: NOW A FATALITY?

Jeff: YES! YES! YES!

[Scruggs picks up Lasek by the hair, and applies a ‘Forklift’ onto the rest of the barbwire casket. Lasek holds his back in pain. In the ring, Vic has gotten up, but is holding his throat, and breathing heavily; bleeding all over. Gavin is limping as he walks; Vic simply pushes him to the ground because his leg can’t sustain the heavy movement. Vic folds the ladder, and begins to slam it on Gavin’s leg over and over again. Gavin is yelling.]

Tim: How can Vic continue to do that?

[Lasek just speared Scruggs on the outside. Lasek grabs some of the light bulbs and begins to scrape Scruggs’ face with them. Scruggs’ face is now bleeding continuously, with many scratch and cut marks on it. Lasek begins to smiles as he sees what he’s done. He then grabs some cases of gasoline. He throws one in the ring, and keeps one for himself. He also throws some fluorescent bulbs in the ring with some chairs.]

Jeff: Lasek is crazy! I love it!

[Gavin blocks another round of ladder attacks, and kicks the ladder onto Vic’s face. It gets caught on his face, and he struggles to get it off. In the meantime, Gavin gets up and wraps himself in barbed wire. He puts some light bulbs on a steel chair. Vic rips the ladder off his face, bleeding in the process. Gavin lifts the chair with lights on it to the sky and yells.]

Gavin: Hey Trey! Lights OUT!

[Gavin turns and slams the chair on Vic head, breaking the lights. Vic falls to the floor.]

Jeff: Hahahahaha! Light’s out! Get it?

Tim: Yeah, yeah!

[Lasek opens the case of gasoline, and pours the entire thing over himself and over Scruggs. Scruggs still has the fireworks wrapped around him. Gavin sees this from the inside of the ring, and pours the bottle of gasoline that was in there over himself and Vic. Vic gets up from this, the gas smell and taste waking him up. Lasek tosses Scruggs into the ring, and Gavin helps him up. Vic gives them both a double bulldog from behind. Lasek drops the ladder on them, and he and Vic slam it on them. Lasek tosses Vic a pack of matches and keeps one for himself. They light a match, and it instantly sets them both on fire. The move the ladder, and get on separate turnbuckles, burning. They climb to the top of their respective turnbuckles. Vic looks to be hurting from the fire. He is screaming. Lasek is laughing.]

Tim: HOLY SHIT!

Jeff: Scruggs has the fireworks and gasoline all over him! He’ll explode!

[Scruggs looks up and quickly gets out of the ring. Lasek does a Splash from Hell while Vic does a corkscrew splash! Both while on fire. They land on Gavin, who is drenched in gasoline too. He lights up immediately. All men are yelling in the ring. Scruggs grabs the fire extinguisher, and extinguishes everyone in the ring, in fear that he might catch on fire too.]

Tim: Smart move!

Jeff: WHY DID HE DO THAT?

[All the men in the ring are lying down, breathing heavy, burnt, broken, bruised. Scruggs gets in and picks up the barbwire guardrail. All the men get up slowly, and Scruggs rams Lasek and Williams with the guardrail.]

Tim: Go for the pin!!

Jeff: Go for the last casket!

[Suddenly, Extream comes out from the back with a chair. He circles the ring a few times eyeing everyone up. He looks at Gavin and winks at him as he circles the ring one more time. He grabs the ref and pulls him out. Extream pulls an envelope out of his pocket and hands it to the ref while he whispers something in his ear.]

Tim: What the hell is Extream doing out here? Why’s he talking to the ref?

[The ref nods and turns his back to the action as Extream with his chair rolls into the ring. He goes to swing at Scruggs but stops mid swing and nails Gavin with the chair.]

Jeff: OH MY...

Tim: GOD!! Why did he hit Gavin?!

[Scruggs goes after Extream but Vic tackles him and stops him. Then Vic and Lasek double-team Ethan. Extream rolls out of the ring and sets up a table up next to one of the caskets. He drags Gavin out and stands him up on the table. He gets on the table himself and takes Gavin Too The Extreme on the casket causing it and the table to break and crash to the ground. Extream then grabs Gavin and rolls him into the ring.]

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Tim: There were thumbtacks in that casket!

Jeff: Gavin has to be dead! Or near death... IT DOESN’T MATTER! HE’S OUT OF IT!

[Extream runs to the other side of the ring and taps the ref. Vic covers Gavin, and the ref counts.]

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

Jeff: IT’S OVER!

Tim: EXTREAM SCREWED GAVIN!! EXTREAM SCREWED GAVIN!

Jeff: WHY EXTREAM? WHY?

[Extream grabs a mic and waits. Gavin is taken out on a stretcher, followed by Scruggs and Vic and Trevor with their tag titles all on stretchers. Extream rolls into the ring with the mic to a mixture of boo's and cheers from the crowd. He shakes his head and laughs a bit. He raises the microphone to his mouth.]

Extream: Hey a bit of a surprise there huh. No one expected me to take out Gavin did you. Now why the hell did I do it is what everyone is wondering. Well there are two reasons. The first reason is because of Gavin's lack of effort in the Outlawed Generation. He is putting all his time into this tag team and is forgetting about his true friends. I just gave him a little reminder of what side of this is the better side. The second reason is the big one. The main reason why I attacked Gavin. The reason why I turnt on my old friend. Now we all know Gavin has a big mouth and sometimes it gets him in trouble. This just happens to be one of those times. Gavin last week you said a few things that enraged me like nothing else. You said some things about the deceased Rennee. Now Gavin I think you know that I was very close with her and the things you said were just wrong. Saying the things you did is what caused this little action taken by me. Maybe next time you will think before you open that big fucking mouth of yours.

Jeff: See? He’s got a reason!

Tim: It’s not good enough! That was a dirty trick!

[The crowd boo’s at this sudden turn of events.]

Extream: Now that I am done with Gavin I feel the need to talk about something. I feel that I need to talk about a title shot. I know that I deserve one, the execs know that I deserve one. But they know if I get my hands on the World title that they will have a hard time keeping order around here. But hey you got to give the shots where they are deserved. So what I am doing is not asking for a title shot at Holy Night, I am demanding a damn title shot at Holy Night. Drake, Limpkit get your motors running and get something done here. If not you guys will see some shit hitting the fan.

Tim: He wants a world title shot?!

Jeff: I think he deserves it!

[As Extream says that “Intro” by DMX hits the speakers. The crowd instantly gets on their feet as Johnny Drake appears from the back; microphone in hand. He wastes no time in getting to the point.]

Johnny Drake: Cut it…

[Drake’s music comes to a haulting stop. He continues.]

Johnny Drake: What the fuck’s your problem, man? I understand the whole Rennee Williams things; hell, even I was offended by that. But, that doesn’t explain your sudden wanting of a title shot and your threatening of fans. Extream… you were always one of those guys I could count on; someone to lift up the spirits of the locker room if the show was going bad. What the hell happened? I guess the old adage is true: Nice Guys finish Lasek… eh Extream?

Jeff: What a dumb joke... He can’t go near the stuff that Commissioner Collins and VP Limpkit come up with!

Tim: Whatever...

[The crowd cheers a little as Drake begins pacing back and forth on the ramp way.]

Johnny Drake: Alright… now, you really want a shot at the World Title Extream? I mean, do you really, REALLY want a shot at the World Title?

Extream: That’s what I said…

Johnny Drake: Well, I’ll tell you what. Next week… December 9th, on Saturday Suicide… you’ll get your shot…

[Extream begins celebrating, Johnny laughs a little.]

Johnny Drake: That is to say; you’ll get your shot, to get your shot… because in that very ring next week; you will be taking on none other then the very man you turned on, the very man who you laid out… GAVIN COENS…. And you will be facing him in a match where not even you can run away.

[Another dramtic pause.]

Johnny Drake: HELL IN A CELL!!

Jeff: YES! A HELL IN A CELL MATCH! NEXT WEEK!

Tim: FOR A SHOT AT THE WORLD TITLE AT HOLY NIGHT! THIS IS GOING TO BE CRAZY!

[The fans pop big time as Drake laughs to himself. Extream looks a bit worried, but still focused.]

Johnny Drake: …and, if you can beat Gavin in that cell next week, then you DO deserve a World Title shot at the Pay-Per-View; and that’s exactly what you’ll get. Alright?

Extream: Yeah… alright…

[Johnny starts to walk away, but then stops himself.]

Johnny Drake: Oh, there’s just one catch… next week on Suicide… I’ll be the referee!!

Tim: AND THE PRESIDENT WILL BE THE REF! Jeff: That isn’t fair! Tim: Folks! We’ll be back!

[The scene is in the locker room of Insomnia.]

Tim: Guess not...

[Insomnia is taping himself up, cracking his head, getting ready for his Hardcore Title match. Insomnia starts pacing. The lights go out, pitch black, you can't see anything but you can hear. You hear somebody come into Insomnia's locker room and attack him as you can hear a fight going on. You hear these noises for about twenty seconds, then it gets silent. The lights turn on as all that remains is a beaten and bloody Insomnia!]

Tim: Oh my god, who was in there with him?

Jeff: I don't know, but whoever it was, I think just cost Insomnia the Hardcore Title.

[Commericals]

[Ryan Fuller is now standing outside of the locker room of Insomnia. Ryan looks into the camera with an anchor man look on his face.]

Ryan Fuller: Incase you just missed it folks, Insomnia was just attacked in his locker room, but it was pitch black so we had no idea who it was! Wait, Insomnia is coming out now, lets see if we can get a word.

[Insomnia walks out, throwing the EMTs off of him trying to get away. Ryan stops him and speaks.]

Ryan: Insomnia, who was that who just now attacked you?

Insomnia: You think I know who the fuck just attacked me? IT WAS PITCH BLACK IN THERE!

Ryan: Do you have any idea who it was?

Insomnia: Yeah I have an idea but I don't want to think about that now, I've got a match to get to.

Ryan: Well wait, just a few questions about the match then?

Insomnia: Fine, go ahead.

Ryan: All right, Insomnia, this is your second Hardcore Title shot that you will receive since you have been in the HWF, do you feel that if you don't win that maybe the critics are right? Maybe you weren't cut out for the HWF?

Insomnia: Why are we talking about me losing? Look Fuller, I'm not going to lose this match, there is no way on earth I am. I don't care what in the hell I'm going to have to do. I'm not going to tell you what I'm gonna do in the match now cause I'm sure that Renegade and Phoenix are listening so I don't want to give my game plan away.

Ryan: Well tell me what you think about both Renegade and Phoenix, your feelings towards them?

Insomnia: Have you not been watching your promos lately? Renegade, a man I should have beat last week but I didn't. I have my chance to get him back for last week and the week before Reckless when he caused me to lose against Phoenix, proving I should ALREADY be Hardcore Champion, but of course I was screwed and mistreated so I'm not. Phoenix remembers it, I wouldn't be surprised one bit if Renegade was one of those Anti-Heroes, just coming out to save his old buddy Phoenix from losing that Hardcore Title. But even though the two of you have me in a cage with falling light blubs or something, I will walk out of THIS SUICIDE, with the Hardcore Title.

[Insomnia pushs Ryan aside as he walks away. The camera cuts back to the ring, where everything is getting set up for the Death from Above Match.] Tim: Alright folks... prepare for violence!!

Jeff: That's right, it's time for our Death from Above, Hardcore Title Match!!

Tim: Hopefully Insomnia will still be able to compete...

[The lights in the arena slowly fade as the fans come to an abrupt silence. The lights are completely out and the arena is pitch black. Then, a red spotlight shines on the top of the aisle. Starting at the bottom of the aisle, and continuing to the top, fireworks go off, and as soon as they hit the top, Thunder Underground by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the speakers. The crowd cheers and some hold up lighters in the near dark, as the lights return and Renegade comes out from the back. He looks at the fans and raises his arms, then walks down the aisle and gets into the ring as the music fades.]

Tim: Renegade looks focused...

["Don't Go Off Wandering" by Limp Bizkit hits over the arena as the fans stand up, looking down the rampway to see Insomnia come out. Then about twenty seconds after his music hits Insomnia does appear to a chorus of boos from the fans. Insomnia just stands at the top of the rampway for a minute and looks into the crowd, hearing the boos. He looks normal, nothing is messed up from the attack. Insomnia just kind of shakes his head and snorts a bit as he continues down to the ring. Insomnia has a few things thrown at him but he doesn't blind, doesn't budge. Insomnia rolls under the ring ropes and stands up with his arms straight out with more boos from the fans. Insomnia takes a spot in the corner and waits for his fans.]

Jeff: Insomnia is pretty violent, but Phoenix is just sadistic.

Tim: What a combination!!

[“Close the Door" by Prong hits the speakers and a chorus of boos pick up in the arena. After a few seconds, Phoenix bursts through the curtains wearing his torn black corduroy shorts and his black “Zero” t-shirt with the sleeves torn off. He slowly walks to the front of the stage, carrying the HWF Hardcore belt in his right hand and a black canvas bag in his left. He stands there for a second and the fans begin to boo even louder. As Phoenix hears this, he raises the belt in the air and then begins to slowly walk down to the ring. When he gets to the cage, he pauses for a few seconds to glance up at the light bulb dropping machine. Phoenix then makes his way over to the cage door, drops his belt on the floor, and climbs inside. He sets his bag down in one corner of the ring and then turns around to face Insomnia and Renegade.]

Jeff: All three men are in the ring, let the toys come out!!

[All three men stand in their respective corners in the ring. Referee Michael Physema quickly runs to get the Hardcore Belt and throws it to the attendants at ringside. As he does this, a massive cage lowers down and surrounds the ring. The cage must be at least 30 feet tall. As it hits the ground, the camera pans around it; revealing no visible door.]

Tim: That is one AWESOME looking cage...

Jeff: Pugh!

Tim: What!?!

Jeff: That cage is just reeking of AWESOMENESS!!

[The camera cuts to above the cage, where 5 rows of flourescent light tubes hang their by shreds. Phoenix stares up at the lights, as Renegade starts to laugh a little.]

Jeff: What are those lights for?

Tim: Well, in a standard Death from Above Match; those rows of lights will drop every five minutes.

Jeff: YOWZAA!!

[The bell sounds, and the first 5 minute countdown appears on the HWF-Tron. Renegade and Insomnia both immediately go for Phoenix. They clothesline him into his corner and start to pound on him with rights and lefts. Phoenix drops to the ground, and Renegade begins stomping a mudhole in him. Insomnia backs up, locks on an inverted facelock on Renegade, and drops him to the mat with an inverted DDT. Phoenix slowly gets up and catches insomnia with a chop to the throat. Renegade gets up now and low blows a helpless Phoenix. All three men slump to the ground, and they slowly rise to thier feet.]

Jeff: These three are really going at it.

Tim: Well, I would assume they'd like to end it before the bulbs drop.

[Dropping Lights in 3:52]

[Insomnia and Renegade focus their attack on Phoenix again, by double kicking him and then snapping him over with a double suplex. Insomnia tries to pick Phoenix up, but this time it's Renegade who attacks Insomnia; dropping hiom to the mat with a fierce inverted bulldog. Renegade goes for the cover, but Phoenix kicks him stiff as hell right in the face. Renegade rolls over to the corner as Phoenix lifts up Insomnia, locks on a standing head scissors and spikes him to the mat with a cradle pildriver. Phoenix quickly goes for the cover.]

Tim: Cradle Piledriver... pin!!

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

Jeff: Whew... I was hoping that wouldn't happen...

[Dropping Lights in 2:08]

Tim: What are you talking about Jeff!?!

Jeff: I wanna see some blood, pat'na!

[Phoenix brings Insomnia to his feet and throws him to the far corner. Renegade gets up as he and Phoenix begins brawling. Phoenix gains the advantage, and whips Renegade to Insomnia's corner. Renegade slams into Insomnia and then runs back out towards Phoenix. Renegade goes for a clothesline, but Phoenix ducks. Insomnia sees this, and instantly clotheslines the charging Phoenix to the ground. Insomnia quickly gets to his feet, and clotheslines Renegade down as well.]

Tim: Insomnia coming on strong now!!

[Dropping Lights in 0:52]

[Insomnia grabs Phoenix by the legs and applies a figure four leglock. He wrenches it on hard, and grabs the ropes for added leverage. Instead of checking on Phoenix, referee Mike Physema proceeds to cover himself in a heavy duty fireman-like jacket in preparation for the lights dropping.]

Tim: Wow... an actual wrestling hold by Insomnia.

[Dropping Lights in 0:21]

Jeff: It's not gonna be a wrestling hold in under thrity-seconds...

[Renegade gets to his feet, as the fans begins to count down from ten. Renegade drops a leg on Phoenix, just as the clock hits... ZERO!! Suddenly, from above the cage, a row of flourescent light tubes gets cut off and falls down towards the ring. Renegade dives out of the way, and the tube rows smash down onto Phoenix and Insomnia. The hold is instantly broken, as glass shards fly around the ringside area.]

Tim: Oh... LORD!!

["H-W-F, H-W-F"]

Jeff: There goes the Figure-Four Leglock!!

[Phoenix clutches his back, and slowly gets up. Renegade charges at him, but Phoenix takes an arm and flips him over with a hiptoss onto a pile of glass!! Renegade starts to flip out, as Insomnia gets to his feet. Phoenix grabs him by the head and locks on a front chancery. From there, Phoenix snaps Insomnia over with a suplex, rolls it into another suplex, and then slams him down with a front suplex.]

[Dropping 2nd Set of Lights in 4:20]

Tim: Jesus... look at Insomnia's back!!

[The camera gets a shot of his back, which is dripping blood all over the mat. Renegade gets up and starts stomping on Insomnia as Phoenix crawls over to the corner towards his bag. He reaches into the bag and comes out with a canister of something. Phoenix pours some sort of salt/sand into his hand as Renegade charges. Phoenix sees him and throws a handful off the stuff into Renegade's eyes. Renegade drops to the ground, as Phoenix walks over to Insomnia.]

Jeff: Alright, what's he thinking here!?!

[Phoenix points down at Insomnia and then gives the camera a clear shot of the canister; where you see the label "TABLE SALT". He smirks a little and then pours the salt onto the cuts on Insomnia's back.]

Tim: WHAT THE FUCK!?!

[Insomnia starts uncontroablly shaking in place, as Phoenix continues pouring it onto him. He finishes off the bottle and then throws it over the cage, into the crowd. A small riot insues, as Renegade reaches his feet and taps Phoenix on the back. Insomnia rolls out of the way as Renegade grabs Phoenix and whips himn to the ropes. Phoenix ducks a clothesline, bounces off; but Renegade ducks on of his clotheslines. Renegade backs to the ropes and, when Phoenix reaches him,. Renegade back drops him over the ropes... and INTO THE CAGE!! Phoenix flops down to the small aisle of concrete as the fans start to chant "HO-LY-SHIT, Ho-LY-SHIT"]

Jeff: Okay, this is out of hand, even for me!!

Tim: It was out of hand for me after the first set of lights...

[Dropping 2nd Set of Lights in 1:41]

[Phoenix starts twitching on the outside, as Renegade goes over to Insomnia and lifts him to his feet. Renegade cockily brings Insomnia to the center of the ring and starts taunting with him. He finishes, and then tries to pick up Insomnia for a powerslam. Insomnia floats over, grabs Renegade by the tights, lifts him into the air, and drops him with an inverted implant DDT.]

Tim: HOLY SHIT!!

Jeff: Insomnia just used Phoenix's finisher - Into the Ashes!!

[Dropping 2nd Set of Lights in 0:32]

[Insomnia takes a look over at Phoenix and then goes for a pin.]

Tim: This match is over... I think...

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

Jeff: OH NO!!

Tim: What heart shown by Renegade!!

[Insomnia sits up and pounds his fist on the ground. He looks up at the HWF-Tron, where he sees under 20 seconds left. He tries to get out of the ring, but Renegade grabs him by the pants and pulls him back over him. Renegade starts to choke the struggling Insomnia, as the last seconds tick off the clock. Suddenly, another row of bulbs snaps off and falls down towards the ring. Insomnia finally gets free, but still gets hit; along with Renegade, with the row of flourescent light tubes. The fans begin to chant "H-W-F, H-W-F" again as all three men lie there motionless.]

Tim: Alright, you guys can stop it now.

Jeff: Man, I love working for the HWF!!

Tim: Shut up, would ya?

[Insomnia is the first one moving, slowly crawling to his feet. Phoenix pulls his self up on the ring apron and goes for the bag again. Insomnia takes one look over at him ,dahses towards him, and gives him a sliding dropkick into the cage. Phoenix falls down onto the concrete again, with the bag. Insomnia slowly gets back up, as Renegade starts to stir a little.]

Tim: What could Phoenix have left in that bag!?!

[The camera switches to Phoenix, where he pulls out some duct tape from the bag. He stands up now and start to gather shards of broken light tubes to tape on his chest.]

Jeff: Oh, Jesus... is he gonna do it again!?!

[Dropping 3rd Set of Lights in 3:22]

[Phoenix continues taping up his chest with the broken glass as Insomnia kicks Renegade back to the corner. Insomnia goes for another kick, but Renegade catches it and pulls him into a chokehold. Renegade walks with Insomnia towards the center of the ring, lifts him up, and slams him to the ground with a chokeslam. He goes for the pin, Phoenix doesn't even pay attention to it.]

Tim: Could that Chokeslam do it?

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

Jeff: No!

[Dropping 3rd Set of Lights in 1:37]

[Phoenix finishes up his tape job on the apron, and slowly starts to scale the cage wall. Inside the ring, Renegade gets Insomnia to his feet and backs him towards the ropes, Renegade chops him a few times and then starts to dig a piece of the broken tubes into Insomnia's head. Blood starts to run down his face, as Renegade laughs to himself.]

Tim: Speaking of sadistic, look at that guy!!

Jeff: Hehe...

[Dropping 3rd Set of Lights in 0:49]

[Phoenix is about 3/4 of the way up the cage, as Renegade drops the glass and chops Insomnia a few more times. Renegade whips Insomnia to the ropes and goes for some sort of leapfrog. Insomnia catches him, however, and quickly drops him back with a stiff cradle DDT.]

Jeff: SLEEPING PILL!!

Tim: This one is OVER!!

[Dropping 3rd Set of Lights in 0:09]

[Phoenix reaches the top of the cage, as Insomnia slowly rolls on top of Renegade. The referee covers up, as the fans count down the last few seconds before the lights falling. The clock hits zero, and Phoenix takes flight. He AMAZINGLY drops all the way down from the cage top onto both Insomnia and Renegade, hitting about 1 second before the row of flourescent light tubes; which shatter all over the ring.]

Tim: HE IS DEAD!!

Jeff: I've said it once, and I'll say it again... WHAT THE SHIT!?!

Tim: REST IN PEACE PHOENIX!!

[Phoenix stays on top of Insomnia, who is on top of Renegade. Referee Physema looks up at them and goes for the count.]

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

Tim: It's over and Insom... er, Phoenix is th... wait...

Jeff: Who won!?!

[An eerie silence fills the arena, as the ref raises both Phoenix and Insomnia's lifeless arms. The fans are shocked, as niehter man moves.]

Jeff: Both men won the match!?!

Tim: Well, they both covered Renegade at the exact same time.

Jeff: True.

[The confusion stays in the arena, until "Intro' by DMX blasts through the speakers. The fans erupt in excitement, as Johnny Drake appears at the top of the ramp; microphone in hand. Phoenix and Insomnia start to stir a little, and Drake addresses them, although they are not fully with it.]

Johnny Drake: Well, before I get started; I just wanted to say...

[Johnny puts the microphone underneath his arm and starts clapping his hands. Quickly, the fans join in, giving Phoenix, Renegade, and Insomnia a round of applause. Johnny grabs the mic and continues.]

Johnny Drake: Congrats guys, that was one hell of a match... but, we seem to have two winners. Now, what should we do about this!?! I know... for starters, it is my duty to inform you that the Hardcore Title is now VACANT!!

[The crowd is in shock, Phoenix and Insomnia still look out of it.]

Johnny Drake: Now... Renegade, good show tonight, but you weren't one of the two winners; so when you watch this on tape, you must realize that you are not gonna fight for the vacant title. Alright, onto Phoenix and Renegade. I know you two aren't used to getting cheered, but your recent feud over the Hardcore and King of Violence strap has brought the spark back to the belt which hasn't been there since Frost had it back in June!!

[Small crowd pop.]

Johnny Drake: As good as this feud is, I really don't know how much more your bodies can handle... so, I'm gonna book one more match between the two of you, for the vacant title. Now, you guys haves battled in cages, with tables, chairs... you name it... so, I feel that I need to make up something a little special for you guys.... now, that leads me to this decision...

[Dramatic Pause]

Johnny Drake: On December 24th, year 2000... at St. Benidict's church in Johnstown, Pennsylvania... HWF's Holy Night... Phoenix will take on Insomnia in a battle over the vacant Hardcore and King of Violence Title. This match will take place not in a cage; not in a ring; no, no, no... this match will take place in a motherfucking BELL TOWER!!

[HUGE pop from the fans, Phoenix and Insomnia are responsive now.]

Johnny Drake: That's right, it'll start upstairs and end downstairs!! First one to throw their opponent off the tower, wins the match!! Get ready guys... you're gonna participate in the first-ever Bell Tower Brawl!!

[Phoenix and Insomnia look at each other, as "Intro" by DMX hits the Pa System once again. The cage begins to rise, as Johnny goes back to the locker room.]

Jeff: What an announcement by Drake!!

Tim: Stay with us folks... Main Event after this...

[Commercials]

[The camera fades back in, as the lights go out in the arena and strobes start to go off. Killing in the Name Of starts to blare over the Metro Center's P.A. system. The fans burst into cheers and boos. The Titon tron turns on where you see Extream walking through the hallway's of the arena making his way to the parking lot. He has a mic in his right hand and Angel is clinging to his left arm as they walk. He puts the mic up to his mouth as he continues walking.]

Extream: HWF Fans are you ready for your main event. Well I could care less if you are or not cause I am. I am ready to take on Trey and Rykopath to prove to everyone that I am the best damn athlete in the HWF. I am by far the best damn wrestler in every means in the HWF. I could care less if you fans are booing me of cheering me on because either way I am going to destroy these two men here tonight. Trey last week you escaped with a No Contest against me and CK but this week is going to be a totally different matter. This week you are going to be getting one of those marks in the loss column. Simon, I hav ealready proved myself to you twice. But hey three times a charm. And when this match is all said and done you can be one of the ever growing people to be able to say that you were taken "too the extreme".

[Extream tosses down the mic as he gets to the doors leading to the arena. He gives Angel a little kiss on the cheek and rushes through the doors. The camera catches Angel grabbing a steel chair and walking down the hallway with it as the camera's cut to the parking lot where Trey and Simon are already standing.]

Tim: It looks like this Proving Grounds Match is about to get underway...

[The camera pans around the parking lot. Trey and Rykopathe are standing is front of a pack of parked cars; where a ladder is also set up. Extream meets the three men in the middle of the forground, where they begin to exchange words. The ref signals for the start of the match and the bells ring inside of the arena. You can hear the fans start to cheer as Trey fires the first blow on Extream. Extream stumbles backwards and Rykopathe fires on Trey with a blow. The three begin brawling with each as the fans inside of the arena go nuts!!]

Tim: This was will be dangerous... I just know it!!

[Extream knocks Rykopathe back and Rykopathe flies onto the hood of a car. He slowly pulls himself up, and makes his way onto the hood. Extream and Trey begins brawling with each other, as Rykopathe continues climbing onto the hood on a truck. Trey grabs Extream by the hair, and pulls him into a DDT on the blacktop. Trey gets up and looks over at Rykopathe, who dives off the hood of the truck and onto Trey with a HUGE Thesz press.]

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

Tim: That was the most amzingest Thesz Press I ever sawed!!

[Rykopathe starts beating the shit out of Trey, as the ref tries to break it up. Extream gets up and walks over to the conviniently placed ladder. As Rykopathe raises to his feet, Extream throws the ladder at him; striking him right in the back, and sending him down to the blacktop. Trey stumbles up to his feet, but Extream grabs the ladder and slams it into his gut. Trey slumps over a bit, and Extream slaps on a standing head scissors. He tries to lifts up Trey for a piledriver, but Trey doesn't budge.]

Jeff: C'mon Extream... LIFT!!

[Extream tries again, but can't get him up. Rykopathe slowly gets to his feet and kicks Trey in the back of the knees. Extream uses this added leverage to finally lift up Trey and spike him down with a sick piledriver onto the cement. The fans in the arena gasp in unison.]

Tim: Motherfu... Trey's neck could be broken...

Jeff: That, not only could be the end of the match, but could be the end of Trey's career as well.

Tim: You ain't kidding...

Jeff: No... I ain't...

[Extream, favoring his tailbone, slowly gets to his feet; where he is met by a Rykopathe clothesline. Extream drops down to the ground and clutches at his head. Rykopathe grabs Extream's arm and whips him towards a minivan. Extream slams into the side of the minivan and stumbles back out. Rykopathe picks up Extream and slams him with a Faarooq-style spinebuster onto the ground. Extream shakes a little; but then lays motionless.]

Jeff: ...

Tim: He MUST be dead!!

[Rykopathe looks down at Trey and Extream, who both suffered severe head blows, and he goes for the cover on Extream.]

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

Jeff: I thought he had Extream right there...

[Rykopathe looks over at Trey and lifts him up to his feet. He pulls him over to a car and throws him onto the hood. He then picks up Extream and brings him to the hood of the truck.]

Tim: What the hell does Rykopathe have planned!?!

[Rykopathe punches Extream down to the ground, and leaves him there. He hops a couple cars over to Trey, where he picks him up and locks on a suplex position. He lifts up Trey, but Trey floats over onto his feet. Trey spins Rykopathe around and... BAM!! Flash of Pain DDT (Double Arm DDT) on the hood of the car!!]

Jeff: Flash of Pain!!

[Trey goes for the cover and the ref tries to cover him in the rubble.]

Tim: Could this be it!?!

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

[Trey gets up as he sees Extream flying through the air, off of the truck roof with a GIGANTIC frogsplash onto Rykopathe's lifeless body. Upon impact, the hood of the car collapses, and all three men spill onto the pavement.]

Jeff: OH SHIT!!

Tim: The Extreme High just obliterated that car!!

Jeff: Somebody cover somebody!!

[Trey quickly gets to his feet, along with Extream. The two start brawling back and forth wildly as you hear "MICH-AEL, MICH-AEL" chants coming from inside of the ring. Extream low blows Trey, sending him down to the ground. Extream grabs the fallen ladder and waits for Trey to get up. When he does, Extream fires the ladder, like an arrow, at Trey. Trey ducks, however, and the ladders spears right through the driver's side window of a station wagon.]

Jeff: HOLY SHIT!!

[Trey takes a quick look back and then runs at Extream. Trey goes for a spear, but Extream blocks it with a knee to Trey's face. By this time, Rykopathe is now on his feet. And Extream gets on the attack.]

Tim: This can't hold well for J. Simon...

[Extream takes Rykopathe by the face and slams him into a windshield of a 'vette, cracking the glass. This doesn't please Extream enough, so he pulls Rykopathe up onto the hood of this little Red Corvette and slams him down head and neck first THROUGH the windshield with a powerbomb!]

Tim: That was insane!

Jeff: We say that every week... but I'll say it again. THAT WAS INSANE!

[Extream drops for the count, and the ref starts to count.]

[1... 2.... Trey pulls Extream off! Rykopathe is left, bleeding badly on the hood. Meanwhile, Trey kicks Extream in the gut and then gets behind him, locking in a Rear Chancery. Trey maneuvers so he is over a large pile of glass shards on the concrete floor and drops Extream with "Back In The Day" (Rear Chancery into Neckbreaker)!]

Jeff: Damn Trey... leave Extream alone!

Tim: Hey, he's just the comeback kid tonight.

[Trey leaves Extream, holding his head on the ground, to go to a nearby car. He reaches in and pops the trunk, a glimmer in his eye. Michael turns back to Extream and grabs him by the hair, tossing him into the truck and slamming the door shut!]

Jeff: That's goddamn CHEAP!

Tim: But LEGAL...

[Michael turns back towards Rykopathe, who is now on his feet behind Michael. Rykopathe nails Trey over the head with a chunk of guardrail, dropping Trey down FAST.]

Jeff: Ah... stopped dead in his tracks.

[Rykopathe lifts Michael and screams at him a little bit. Extream, meanwhile, is slamming his weight up against the insides of the trunk, trying to get out. Rykopathe sees this and whips Trey towards the Red 'Vette, causing Michael to hit his lower back against the rear bumper. Rykopathe runs at Trey for a clothesline up onto the trunk, but Trey ducks and back body drops Ryko right up onto the trunk, slamming down onto Extream!]

Tim: Great counter by Trey!!

[Michael hops up onto a nearby SUV's roof and screams "LIGHTS OUT!!" and we hear a THUD in the darkness of the parking lot. The dim lights come back and Trey is on top of Ryko for the cover.]

[1... 2... 3!!!]

Tim: TREY WON!! Trey won it!

Jeff: Extream was screwed, damnit! This is bullshit!

[Trey gets up and staggers off, holding his ribs gingerly. He heads towards the ring, inside of the arena... "Second Skin (New Flesh)" by Skinlab blasts on the arena. Bisc Limpkit and Shawn Collins sprint down to the ring, holding each a mic. Michael comes staggering out to "The World Is Not Enough" and gets a mic tossed to him by a ramp attendant.]

Shawn Collins: That was some CHEAP shit, Troy-boy...

[The crowd boos, chanting COLLINS SUCKS loudly.]

Shawn Collins: Shaddup, you frickin' morons. I swear, you reek... period. No, you just reek. Get it?

[Collins and Bisc laugh hysterically while Trey is stone faced. Lance Sterling comes out to stand next to Trey, interrupting the two HWF staff members in the ring.]

Lance Sterling: You two are idiotic, you know that? If it wasn't for greatness like Lance Sterling and Michael Trey, this company would be nothing more than a couple of pre-pubescent punks trapped in VP and Commisioner bodies, talking about how awesome they are and how they reek of all this crap. Face it, boys... I AM the greatest.

Michael Trey: ... and you two AREN'T.

[The crowd pops big time, but Bisc yanks a couple of papers from his back pocket, silencing the crowd a bit.]

Bisc Limpkit: Well, Michael... Sterling... I'm sorry you feel that way. Trey, I thought we could iron out our differences and still be cool, but I guess we can't. See this f'n contract? It's what makes the difference between your Win counting for our deal or not tonight.

Shawn Collins: And you know, Michael... since I have the power to do this as I see fit, I'm going to change this contract. Ya see Michael, you weren't exactly FAIR tonight.

Michael Trey: What the FUCK are you talking about?

[Bisc opens his mouth, but the crowd starts to chant SHUT THE FUCK UP. He glares at them until they shut up for him.]

Bisc Limpkit: ... buncha US bitches. Now, like Collins was saying! You firstly showed up LATE for your match! That's not hardly fair to Extream and Rykopathe who fought the whole thing, IS IT Trey-bo?!

Shawn Collins: Not to mention how you locked up Extream! That's totally synonymous with lame-nessity, Trey. So, this pretty little contract? Yeah... even though you GOT the W, we're still taking a few things.

[The crowd boos loudly, but Trey waves his arms to quiet down.]

Lance Sterling: You better not mean our shot at the #1 Contenders, you pricks!

Bisc Limpkit: NO! No, we'd never do THAT. You keep that.

Michael Trey: So what the hell are you two he-bitches talking about?!

Shawn Collins: Simple, really... I'm keeping your goddamn single's career for the next 6 months -

[LOUD boos fill the arena.]

Shawn Collins: - and they ARE NOT going to be pretty in the LEAST, Michael.

[Michael tries to run to ringside, but Sterling holds him back, not wanting to lose their shot too.]

Michael Trey: And what about Claire? We had a deal, Bisc...

[Limpkit shrugs non-chalantly.]

Bisc Limpkit: Well... sucks to be you. She's MY woman now, Trey man. She tends to enjoy all that weird Aussie deviant shit we do... uh, I mean... all the cuddling and sweet whispering we do. Yeah, that.

Shawn Collins: What he means, Trey... is that he and your girlfriend-

Michael Trey: SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!

[Bisc and Collins snicker loudly; even Sterling seems to be holding in a laugh.]

Shawn Collins: - well, whoever she is... Bisc is having mad wild sex with her twenty-four hours a day, seven days week, and she LIKES IT!

Bisc Limpkit: Now, if you'll excuse us... we're outta here!

[Bisc and Collins hop the ropes and attempt to book it through opposite sides of the crowd. Lance and Trey both head after Collins who has the contract in his hands, but Lance points to Bisc, telling Michael to go after Bisc and attempt to find Claire. Michael and Lance fly after the two men.]

Tim: Oh, shit... Trey has snapped!!

[Trey is seen tracking Bisc through the back hallways, right to Bisc's private VP lockerroom. Trey looks around, trying to find something to break the door down with, and finally settles on a crowbar nearby. Trey hacks away and finally pops the door open. He charges in. The scene is wild: Bisc is behind his desk, feet up on the edge. Some wild porno is playing on his monitor and he's yelling at Claire to "be my sugar momma!"] Michael Trey: You sonofabitch!

Bisc Limpkit: Oh baby, oh baby... OH SHIT! Trey, get the fuck outta here!

[Trey charges after Bisc, diving over the desk and dropping the crowbar. Trey and Bisc brawl, tipping over tables and chairs and even another TV showing the arena. Trey finally gets an upperhand and slams Bisc HARD into a wall, where Bisc just leans. Trey spins, looking for some weapon, and spots the crowbar exactly where he dropped it.]

Michael Trey: ... this'll teach you, you ungrateful asshole.

[Trey grabs it and swings wildly, nailing Bisc in the ribs. It cracks disgustingly, sounding like something popped out of place or broke. Bisc doubles over a little, and Trey winds back to hit him square across the back. Bisc stands up a bit at the last second, and Trey hits him square on the head instead!!! An absolutely SICKENING echo rings for a split second.]

Tim [back in arena]: OH MY FUCKING GOD! DID YOU HEAR THAT?

Jeff [in arena]: He may have just killed him!

[Michael drops the crowbar and gasps, realizing what he's done as Bisc slumps to the floor, unconscious. Michael backs up a few steps, until he bumps into Claire, still tied up and gagged.]

Michael Trey: ... AHH! Oh... CLAIRE!

[Michael quickly unties the ropes which were poorly done... maybe the Aussies and Canadians don't have boy scouts or something. Trey grabs Claire's hand and they start to walk out of Bisc's office.]

Claire Matthews: God, Trey... I can't believe that you finally SAVED me.

Michael Trey: We gotta get some paramedics in there, Claire. Bisc was in BAD shape, and as much as I hate him, he needs help.

Claire Matthews: But he KIDNAPPED ME!

Michael Trey: Even still... But damn, Claire... I missed you. I tried to hunt Bisc down but with all these HWF appearance that he forced me into and the Thrillfest thing going on and the X-treme Alliance.... it was easy for him to avoid me.

Claire Matthews: Until tonight, Mike.

Michael Trey: ... until tonight. It was absolute ago-

[Michael's word stops, as a person in pure black tights and a black mask runs up to him from behind. Spinning Trey around, the person hits Trey with a jolt from a stun gun. Seeing a pile of extra bulbs from the Death From Above match sitting nearby, the mysterious one grabs Trey and body slams him into the glass, cutting Trey up bad.]

Claire Matthews: HEEEEEEEEELLLL-

[The person grabs Claire by the arm and stuns her with just enough to knock her unconscious. He or she drops the stun gun and picks Claire up over the shoulder, making a run for it. All you can hear is some heavy and raspy breathing from both Trey and the assailant as the scene fades to black.]