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December 16, 2000

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[6:37 pm | The America West Arena, Phoenix Arizona]

[The camera opens outside of the America West Arena. The camera pans from the street to the front door where Zakk Estes is trying to get into the door, but it being held back by a rather large guard.]

Guard: Zakk, after the show you put on last week, the HWF told me not to let you anywhere near this building, let alone in it.

Zakk: What the hell do you mean!?! I am this companys hardcore hero!! I am.....

[A long black limo cuts off Zakk's sentence. Estes and the guard watch as the limo stops at the entrance and the driver gets out and walks to the back door. He opens it and a man, attired in black pants, black shirt and a black leather coat steps out. He nods at the driver and begins to walk into the arena. Zakk jumps in front of him.]

Zakk: Hey buddy, where in the hell do you think you're goin'? If I don't get in, no one does!

[The man looks at Estes, laughs and starts to walk to the door, Estes pushes the man who stumbles into the entrance door.]

Zakk: That's what you get you dumbass.

[The man turns around with a not so happy look on his face, he walks over to Estes, looks him up and down, then out of the blue, clocks Estes with a right hand. Estes stumbles back into the limo, the man throws a few more right hands and grabs Estes by the hair. He drags Estes to the street and brings his face close to Estes'.]

Man: Nice knowing you.

[Then the man kicks Estes in the stomach and throws him headfirst into traffic. Estes is hit by a black Taurus going atleast 40 miles an hour. He flips over the car and lands in the street. The car comes to a screeching halt and the driver runs out to check on Estes. By this time, the man is already entering the arena.]

[6:50 p.m.]

[The scene fades into a locker room of some sorts. Tony Bradshaw, decked out in a suit and all, is leaning up against a wall and filing through a manilla folder. He looks up and spots a camera. He pulls out a couple pieces of paper, and then rifles through them quickly. He gets to a spot on one, and then addresses the camera.]

Tony Bradshaw: Good evening HWF fans, before we get to the show... here's the dark match results...

[Tony slides his fingers down on the paper, until he finds his spot again.]

Tony Bradshaw: In our only dark match of the evening, Jack Daddy took on Riley "Highlight" Reel in a Falls Count Anywhere Match. The entire match was back and fort the whole way, with brawling throughout the arena. The match eventually re-located to where I'm standing right now... here's what happened...

[The picture cuts to the SAME scene, just earlier in the day. Jack Daddy is pounding Reel's head into a wall. The ref is pleading with him to stop, but Jack Daddy won't. Eventually, the ref pulls off Jack Daddy and the two begin arguing back and forth. Riley Reel finally picks himself up and waits for Jack Daddy. Jack Daddy turns around and Reel blasts him in the face with a standing side kick. Jack Daddy drops like a ton of bricks, as Reel scurries away from the fight scene; ending the match in a draw. The scene cuts back to Bradshaw.]

Tony Bradshaw: That's right... Reel and Daddy went to a Draw, or No Contest, however you want to look at it. Now, without furthur ado, here's SATURDAY SUICIDE!!

[The scene cuts to the inside of a packed America West Arena, in Phoenix, Arizona. "Last Resort" by Papa Roach plays over the PA system loudly as the fans rise to their feet in a GIGANTIC "H-W-F, H-W-F" chant. The camera switches to the ring, as always, but Tim and Jeff are not standing there. They are sitting at the announce table for some reason. Suddenly, a loud scratch is heard over the PA System, followed by "The Memory Remains" by Metallica hits the PA system, and the lights in the American West Arena begin to flash gold and silver. The newly crowned HWF champion, Lance Sterling, walks slowly into view. He's wearing a pair of black tights with golden trim, black boots, and a white cloak. Strapped around his waist is the HWF title, and a laurel wreath is worn across his forehead like a headband. Sterling raises his arms into the air, getting a fairly large pop from the crowd. Slowly the HWF champion walks towards the ring, pausing on the apron for a second before climbing in and taking a mic.]

Lance Sterling: I came...I saw...I conquered! With those words, Julius Caesar completed his conquest. Now, I stand before you as a three-time Hardcore Wrestling Federation Champion, a feat that has only been equaled by Michael Trey. I've beaten everyone who has ever stood in my way. Justin Storm? I fought him, long ago, and I beat him. Jayson Starr? I beat him. John Justice? Beat him. Michael Trey? Beat him, too. And now..Blackjack. I beat him right here in this very ring, one week ago, and where is he now? That's right; I ran him out of town. And now I'll go one step further at Holy Night. I'll defend my title not against one man, but against two: J. Simon Rykopathe and Extream. Two great athletes, who will be beaten aside like so much garbage by the world's greatest. I have proven without a shadow of the doubt that I'm as good as I claim, and now everyone right here in..Phoenix, Arizona know it!

[Big pop from the crowd at the mention of their hometown. The camera does a quick pan around the crowd, showing such signs as "Lance Sterling is the MAN!!", "Blackjack who?" and "X-treme Alliance 4EVER" written on it.]

Lance Sterling: But now, I have other problems. You see, some idiot backstage decided to book me and Trey in a tag team match right here tonight against two guys..now I won't mention names, but their initials are Gavin Coens and Ethan Scrubbs..err Scruggs. Now, on any other day beating these two would be no problem at all for me by myself, let alone with Trey by my side. Unfortunatly...I haven't seen Trey all week. Not that I'm worried, after all not seeing him for god knows how long is nothing unusual. But that, coupled with the fact I'm still bruised all to hell after beating the tar out of Blackjack last week, well THAT could be a problem. I'm in no condition to wrestle here tonight. Hell, my doctors advised not to even show up tonight, but being the fighting champion I am, I decided to show up anyways.

[He pauses for a few seconds to look at the crowd, and flash his smile.]

Lance Sterling: Right here tonight the fans will get just what they want to see: The Xtreme Alliance doing what it does best: kick some ass. I've already proven I'm the best there is in this business by becoming a three time world champion. Next on the list is...well, that's for me to know and you to find out. Gavin, Scrubbs...when you mess with the Xtreme Alliance, you're playing with fire. Be ready.

[Sterling drops the mic the exact moment his music hits again. He walks around the ring Stone Cold style, climbing each turnbuckle and raising his arms in the air, flashing the HWF title. After climbing the last turnbuckle he steps out of the ring and walks back up the aisle towards the back. He stops at the top to show off his world title again before vanishing behind the curtains]

Tim: That man is so arrogant it isn't funny...

Jeff: Of course he's arrogant! He's the world champion! He even bought the show open!! All hail Sterling Augustus!!!

Tim: Sterling Augustus? Oh brother...well he may be the champion, but lets see what happens when he and Michael Trey take on the Twisted Circle later tonight!

["Prince Charming" by Metallica blasts over the speakers as the crowd rises to their feet. Renegade comes out to a huge ovation as he steps down the ramp wearing his usual, the black tanktop covered by his trenchcoat, along with baggy jeans and sunglasses. Renegade slides in the ring and poses in the ring as camera bulbs flash. Renegade walks over to the ropes and grabs a mic.]

Renegade: I'm back! I just want to say what's up to all of my hometown fans, right here in PHOENIX, ARIZONA!

[Crowd gives a HUGE cheap pop]

Renegade: Anyways, to the dismay of all of my fans right here in PHOENIX, ARIZONA...

[Another cheap pop]

Renegade: I will not be wrestling tonight. Although, I will be taking a trip down to the Mayo Clinic and finding my birth records. Yes, I was adopted, and it's the right time to find out who my parents were and maybe a few suprises beyond that. Anyways, I'll have an HWF camera crew tailin' me the whole night so you guys will catch a glimpse because I wouldn't want to deprive any of my loyal fans....right here, in PHOENIX, ARIZONA!

[Renegade throws the mic out to the crowd as his music starts up again. He walks up the aisle, high fiving fans as he goes and makes his way to the back.] Tim: Renegade's looking for his family!!

Jeff: Good for him!!

[Tim and Jeff look down at their format sheet, and then up at the camera.]

Tim: Well, let's get to our first match of the night... Sena Newcastle against Mayhem!

[The lights dim as "Empty Spaces" by Fuel kicks up. The crowd gives a pretty good size pop, as Sean Newcastle makes his way out onto the ramp. He is wearing a Gold Silk, button up shirt with the top two buttons un-buttoned, showing his white wifebeater. He has on black silk/leather looking type pants, with black boots. He is sporting a pair of black sunglasses as he makes his way to the ring. He slides in, and climbs a turnbuckle for more cheers from the fans. He takes off his shirt revealing the rest of his wife beater. He gets ready for action as the lights come back on.]

Tim: We really haven't heard a lot from The "Smart Ass" this week Jeff...

[The lights in the arena go out as the techo sound of Rob Zombie's "Dragula remix" hit loudly throughout the arena. Blue, Red and Purple spotlights flash on and off all around the arena almost like a dangerous lightning storm. Strange voices echo quietly in the song as the tune of the music begins to pick up. As the music builds up all lights go off leaving the ring in pitch-blackness while only blue strobe lights flash down on the ramp revealing a large man crouched down on one knee on the stage. As Rob Zombie begins to "sing" Mayhem begins to slowly rise to his feet. Walking slowly down the ramp he stops as the music hits a strange stutter…then with an incredible burst of speed Mayhem bold down to the ring as the song hits it chorus. Sliding into the ring he quickly stand and roars loud. The blue lights making him look even more like a monster. As the song fades the lights do as well and Mayhem stands quietly the lights of the arena reflecting off his mask.]

Jeff: Let's get this one underway...

[Mayhem and Newcastle stare each other down as the bell sounds. Newcastle takes a few steps forward to Mayhem and the two tie up. Mayhem shoves Sean Newcastle to the ropes, then bounces him off them and whips Newcastle to the opposite ropes. Newcastle bounces off and then jumps into the air, cross body blocking Mayhem and goes for the early pin.]

[One... ...Tw..Kickout!!!]

Jeff: That was stupid. Maybe they should start calling him "Dumb Ass" Sean Newcastle instead of "Smart Ass".

Tim: Nonetheless, kickout by Mayhem, barely at two.

[The two stand and exchange a few punches, Newcastle backs up and runs towards Mayhem at full speed. Mayhem catches Newcastle then swings him around and drops him on his knee, executing a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Sean grabs his back and rolls off Mayhem's knee and out of the ring, stumbling towards the timekeepers bench. Mayhem slides under the ropes and walks to Newcastle, but Newcastle suprises Mayhem by turning around and laying Mayhem out with the ring bell straight to the forehead. Mayhem falls backwards, as Newcastle drops the bell and walks over to him. Newcastle picks Mayhem up by the arm, then goes to slam Mayhem's head into the barricade but Mayhem reverses it and slams Newcastle's head into the barricade, then picks Newcastle up by the legs and catapults him over the barricade into the audience.]

Jeff: Now here we go, take him into the audience and slam him over some dumbass in the crowd, more exciting than what you were doing.

[Newcastle stands up using the barricade as a crutch. Mayhem climbs over the barricade and delivers a series of rights to Newcastle's face. Newcastle backs up a bit, but then jumps forward and clotheslines Mayhem. Newcastle lifts Mayhem back up and executes a standing side kick to Mayhem's jaw, and Mayhem falls backwards. Newcastle turns around and clears all the people behind him from their chairs, then picks Mayhem back up. Mayhem raises a fist to fight back, but Newcastle headbutts him and lifts him up, hitting an Inverted DDT onto the chairs behind them.]

Tim: Sean Newcastle just hit the Money Savor on Mayhem! If he takes it back into the ring this match is over!!!

Jeff: Yeah, I suppose it would be...

[Newcastle rolls over, favoring his left arm, but stands up slowly using the chair next to him for leverage. Mayhem starts to lift his head, but then lets it fall back as Newcastle walks over to him and picks him up. Newcastle takes Mayhem by the arm and throws him over the barricade and then climbs over it himself. Newcastle starts to pick Mayhem up again, but Mayhem grabs Newcastle's arm and whips him into the steel steps. Mayhem walks over closer to Mayhem then picks up the top layer of the steel steps and raises them above his head. Mayhem catapults the stairs towards Newcastle's head, but Newcastle moves and the stairs hit the barricade with a loud thud. Newcastle kneels and backs away from Mayhem, but Mayhem walks over to him and kicks Newcastle in the gut. Mayhem stuffs Newcastle between his legs, then lifts him up in the powerbomb position. Mayhem keeps him like that then walks over near the announcers table, but Newcastle somehow reverses the powerbomb into a hurricanrana putting Mayhem straight through the table! Tim and Jeff back away as the two lie there, seemingly unconcious.]

Tim: Oh my God! Look at this carnage! Sean Newcastle has put Mayhem straight through our table in a huge hurricanrana!

Jeff: Shit! They're both out cold!

Tim: This match has to end! The ref should take these guys out of it right now!

Jeff: Nah, there have been much more brutal matches then this that have taken place...let's let 'em duke it out.

[Newcastle is the first to show signs of movement, trying to stand using Jeff's chair. Mayhem rolls over on his stomach and somehow pushes himself stright onto his feet. Newcastle turns around and Mayhem grabs him and slides him into the ring. Mayhem slides into the ring and stands, and the two exchange fists. Mayhem comes out on top with a kick to Newcastle's groin, then lifts him up in a hanging vertical suplex. Mayhem holds him up there for awhile then brings Newcastle down, shaking the whole ring. Mayhem goes for the cover.]

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

Tim: Barely a kickout by "Smart Ass" Sean Newcastle.

[Mayhem picks Newcastle up and puts him in the corner and starts pummeling him, then backs away to the opposite corner and runs at Newcastle. Newcastle moves at the last second and Mayhem slams into the turnbuckle, then Newcastle slides by and rolls Mayhem up for the pin.]

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

Jeff: I think Newcastle caught Mayhem by suprise there, he wouldn't have got such a long pin if he didn't catch Mayhem off guard.

[Newcastle stands up with Mayhem, then brings Mayhem back down with a DDT. Mayhem lies there as Newcastle climbs up the turnbuckle and flips back, landing on Mayhem with a huge top rope moonsault. Newcastle doesn't go for the cover, but instead picks Mayhem up and flips him upside down, hitting a quick Tombstone Piledriver on Mayhem.]

Tim: Castle Drop by Sean Newcastle, he drove Mayhem's head straight to the mat.

Jeff: Go for the pin dumbass! The pin!

[Newcastle pins Mayhem and gets a one count, but Mayhem pushes Newcastle up off of him and stands up. The two tie up again, Mayhem lifts Newcastle up and hits a brainbuster on him. Mayhem then stands up and waits for Newcastle to stand. Newcastle finally stands and Mayhem runs at him, spearing him to the ground. Mayhem picks Newcastle up and puts him in the position for another powerbomb, but Newcastle low blows him and then double arm DDT's Mayhem to the mat. Newcastle turns over and goes for the pin...]

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

Jeff: Damn, Newcastle almost had Mayhem there...

Tim: Huge Double Arm DDT to Mayhem from Sean Newcastle, who is right now in control of this match.

[Newcastle picks Mayhem up and puts him in a grinding headlock, making Mayhem eventually knees. Newcastle then signals for the Shooting Star Press, but Mayhem catches Newcastle with a few punches to the gut and backs him into the corner. Mayhem quickly lifts Newcastle onto the turnbuckle and stands on the top rope, then executes a snap falling DDT from the top rope, and then goes for the cover.]

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

Tim: Mayhem using his finishing maneuver Kindness has defeated Sean Newcastle in one helluva opening match for an explosive episode of HWF Saturday Suicide! Keep in mind that we are just 8 days away from the last PPV and event of 2000, Holy Night!

Jeff: We'll be right back

[Commercials]

[The camera fades back into find Gavin, Extream, Collins, and Kyle Corman in the ring. Corman has amic in his hand. Extream and Gavin seem to be arguing back and forth, but you can't hear what they're saying. Suddenly, Corman pulls out a mic and starts to talk.]

Kyle Corman: Good evening Gentlemen. You two have been busy since I've last been here. Now guys, I haven't been able to fully comprehend why you too are fueding. Extream man, what's your problem? Some words about Renee? Drop it man, they're just words, and Gavin hasn't been pulling his weight around with us? I'll agree with that, but hell, he was still watching our backs. Weren't you?!?!

[CK stares a hole right at Gavin.]

Kyle Corman: Of course you were for Gavin's sake. Then last week, I'm sitting at home recovering, I see a little Hell in the Cell match and I'm thinking, alright, this has gone too far. Your egos are clashing guys, we are the Outlawed Generation, and we are supposed to be running the show here, not Trey, not Sterling, not Starr or even Blackjack. We were argueably the strongest force to come along in the HWF in a long time and you two go and fuck it up. All the planning, all the screcy, all the time spent on making this work out perfectly, then going and getting some inside help by getting Collins, it was all perfect! Now I come back and have to fix it all up once again.

[Kyle paces the ring around the three men who are listening very intentivly to what Corman says.]

Kyle Corman: So I want it fixed right here, right now. Drop the past boys, the past means nothing now, and it will forever mean nothing. Shake hands and forget it all ever happenned...

[Extream and Gavin both look at Kyle like he's crazy and then look at each other like no way. Kyle turns to the crowd as Extream and Gavin are looking around to the crowd away from Kyle and they are all in mixed reactions. Corman turns around suddenly and grabs both men by there heads hitting a double reverse DDT. He then jumps on Coens, but Extream tackels him down and all three men begin fighting. Collins eventually pulls Coens and Extream off, allowing Corman to roll to the outside of the ring. He grabs the mic again and looks in towards the ring, where Coens, Collins, and Extream are arguing with each other.]

Kyle Corman: Like I said, past means nothing now guys. Extream, you may of taught me alot, been my mentor, but that means shit all now and you brought this upon yourself. And Gavin, well, I never did like you, and I never will. You both can take your egos and shove them up your asses! Nice talking with you both.

[CK gets up and exits the ring as Starseed is playing in the arena, he raises his arms to a mostly cheering crowd.]

Tim: Wow, so much is happening here tonight!!

[The camera cuts to the back where Chris Styles is seen talking to some fans. Suddenly the strange man from the beginning of Suicide comes out of a door nearby and cracks Styles over the head with a chair. Styles falls as the man jumps on him and begins to pummel away unmercifully. The fans Styles was talking to run and get security who pull the man off of the limp body of Styles. The man pulls away from security and walks off as medics run in and check on Styles, the camera fades to the announcers.]

Tim: Oh shit... that man just jumped Styles!!

Jeff: That's great!!

Tim: Oh, Jeff... that's not great...

Jeff: Whatever...

[Renegade is driving down an empty high way as The Four Horsemen by Metallica blasts on the car speakers. His headlights gleam in the total black of night. He continues driving until he sees the turnoff for Mayo Clinic...Renegade narrowly misses the turn.]

Renegade: SHIT!

[Renegade drives his truck straight through the gaurd rails and gets on the right road. He continues driving as he approaches Mayo Clinic....The screen fades to back into the arena.]

Tim: Renegade looks hot on the trail!!

Jeff: Whatever... let's get to the match.

["Walk" by Kilgore comes over the PAas the fans all stand and get to their feet! They know who is coming out and they are right, it's "The Insider" David Zakin. David Zakin takes the pops and slaps some kids hands as Zakin hops into the ring. David gets a mic from ringside and looks into the crowd who is now chanting his name. Zakin tells him them to be quiet as they stop to hear what "The Insider" has to say.]

David Zakin: Hey everybody, how ya doing tonight here in Phoenix, Arizona!

[The crowd pops for Zakin and his remark.]

David Zakin: Gotta get off the cheap pop, always gotta do that right off the top. But now for real here, I think we all saw Suicide last week, am I right?! Of course you guys caught it, and you saw the opening match I'm sure where it was myself, David Zakin against J. Simon Rykopathe! Now this was a BIG challenge for me to over come but of course I ended up victorious in the end, but I feel that there was a reason I did and it wasn't because I deserved it, it was for another reason all together.

David Zakin: We saw the very end of the match where both myself and J. Simon Rykopathe were beaten greatly, we had to be nearing the end of the match where it was going to have to take great physical strength and courage to overcome the other, and then out of all people INSOMNIA comes down to the ring and attacks J Simon Rykopathe and helps me get the win! So this is why I'm out here, Insomnia, I wanna talk to you right now!

["Don't Go Off Wandering" by Limp Bizkit hits over the arena as Insomnia comes down to the ring to a thunderous jeer. Insomnia just shruggs it off though as he is more interested in what Zakin called him out here for. Insomina rolls under the ring ropes and takes a mic out for his pocket. Insomnia stands straight up with Zakin, looking him dead in the eyes.]

Insomnia: Now Zakin, why in the hell did you call me out here? Your wasting my fucking time.

David Zakin: Now hang on there Insomnia, calm it down. I want to talk to you here for a minute about last week, why did you run in on my match?

Insomnia: Well you remember two weeks ago before my Hardcore Title match between Renegade and Phoenix which I SHOULD have won, but now I've got this dumbass Bell Tower match at Holy Night, you remember me getting attacked that night?

David Zakin: I think so, why?

Insomnia: Well after taking a week off to figure it out, after me making the Hardcore Title vacant, after beating Trevor Lasek in my second match here, after the match with Vic at Reckless Behavior, there is only one Anti-Hero left! And his name is J Simon Rykopathe! So thats why I attacked Rykopathe at Suicide last week, no matter what that little head of yours is thinking. So is there anything else you wanna say?

David Zakin: Yes, but you gotta promise not to say anything until I'm completely finished here.

Insomnia: Go.

David Zakin: All right Insomnia, now I see alot of potential in you, I see everything I see in myself right inside of you. You can be one of the top althetes in this company EASILY and I think I know the reason that you haven't won the Hardcore Title.

Insomnia: Why?

David Zakin: Because you don't have the fans support.

[Insomnia looks at Zakin puzzled. Zakin puts his hand up though so Insomnia doesn't say anything as the crowd is now listening to every word David is saying.]

David Zakin: I have the fans support and I'm a former Canadian Champion, sooner to be Two Time Canadian Champion once I beat Chris Styles at Holy Night. But the reason that I will is because I have the fans behind my back! They can work wonders, for real. There isn't anything you want more than to be down in the center of the ring with no hope left of winning the match, then you hear the fans start to chant your name, cheering for you, telling you to get up because they want to see you win! So I have an offer to make you here.

Insomnia: What kind of offer are we talking about here?

David Zakin: I'm talking about joining up with me.

[The fans gasp, Insomnia looks bewildered at Zakin.]

Insomnia: Why in the hell should I join up with you?

David Zakin: You need the fans on your side to win that match against Phoenix at Holy Night. And to get the fans onto your side you need to join up with somebody that all ready has experience with the crowd and how they work, this can only help you Insomnia, what do you say? Insomnia and Zakin as one, who could stop us?

[Insomnia looks at Zakin for a moment and puts the mic up to his mouth.]

Insomnia: Zakin, look, maybe you don't know who in the hell that I am but I want you to listen to me. Insomnia doesn't have any friends, or allies, or fans. I don't need them. I can do this by myself. At Holy Night I've got a chance to become HWF Hardcore Champion when I face Phoenix in a Bell Tower match, now how many people did I have helping me out?

David Zakin: But how many times have you had the chance to become Hardcore Champion all ready? Maybe you can't do it by yourself, maybe you just need that little bit of extra help from me and the fans.

Insomnia: Fuck that Dave, I'm getting my chance at Phoenix on Christmas Eve where I WILL win the Hardcore Belt.

David Zakin: This can only be good Insomnia, I am trying to help you here and make you understand you need this. I know that you have had a rough childhood and you haven't really had any real friends, but I'm here for you. The fans are here for you even though you've said so many things about them they are willing to forgive and forget, please, join up with me Insomnia.

Insomnia: Do you know who the hell you are talking to? There isn't even a LITTLE bit of good in my entire body. No remorse, no surrender, I don't care about anyone but myself, not you, not the fans, not anybody.

David Zakin: All right Insomnia, since you won't join up with me I want you to hit me.

Insomnia: You want me to hit you? I'll hit The Sleeping Pill on your ass right now.

David Zakin: Then go ahead an do it, I don't think that you can or will because you know that I am right.

Insomnia: Your not right about anything.

David Zakin: Insomnia, you know I'm right, but if you won't join me I want you to hit me RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW!

Insomnia: I don't need this.

[Insomnia starts to walk out of the ring.]

David Zakin: So are you afraid to hit me Insomnia?

[Insomnia turns around like he is going to nail Zakin right in between the eyes. Insomnia runs back to Zakin and stands toe to toe with him for about ten seconds as the crowd gets silent. Insomnia laughs.]

Insomnia: Hit my music.

["Don't Go Off Wandering" By Limp Bizkit hits over the PA again as Insomnia exits the ring. Insomnia gets to the top and gets in a spread eagle type pose as Zakin puts the mic up to his mouth one more time.]

David Zakin: Just think about it Insomnia.

[Insomnia looks back at Zakin and shakes his head no as Insomnia leaves the entrance way and goes backstage.]

[Commercials.]

Tim: Zakin’s already in the ring. We’re waiting for Trevor Lasek and Chris Styles now.

[All of a sudden "What The Fuck" by Twizted blasts onto the speakers and out comes Trevor Lasek. He comes out wearing black cargo pants, black shoes. Black Taped Wrists, a Black elbow pad on his left arm and a Dark Blue T-shirt with black barbed wire on it. Trevor then comes out of the entryway and begins to walk down to the ring. He looks at all the fans and just gives them a little smirk. Trevor finally makes it to the ring and asks for a Mic. He gets one and begins to speak to the crowd.]

Jeff: Looks like Lasek wants to say something.

Tim: Really?

Trevor Lasek: Well, I know that all of you are dying to find out what kind of match I have in store for Renegade at Holy Night, cause every time I walk down the street people come up to me and ask what kind of sick match are you gonna have at Holy Night? and all I say to them are, well pal, you just have to wait and see. So..Is everyone ready to find out what kind of Stips I have for my match?

Jeff: TELL US! TELL US!

[The fans yell out a "Yes!" and then Trevor has a little smirk across his face again. He then begins to speak.]

Trevor Lasek: Well, Don't worry folks. I'll tell ya but I got other stuff to talk about. and that being my match tonight against Zakin and Corman and the winner of the match will get a Canadian Title Match. Well It's about time I get my change to go after a belt in this fed. I've worked my ass long enough and I'm finally getting a Break I deserve. Ever since I came here in May, I've showed the HWF that I'm one fucked up guy and know what? I've accomplished that. Nobody else has jumped off a Scaffold while on fire. Or even light them self on fire at all. Now I know nobody that stupid as me would do that shit. But I do, I want to do things nobody else would think off and now look at me, scars all over me. I got a scar over my eye from my Pal Vic from a C4 Chair. Thanks for that Vic, I really enjoyed that moment.

Jeff: And the stips?

[Trevor then pretends that he's crying as some fans are telling him to hurry it up about his match.]

Tim: Oh give me a break!

Trevor Lasek: Damn! Some people are eager beavers, but I'll get to the match in a Minute. Now back to my match tonight, Zakin and Corman, I'm gonna enjoy kicking your ass tonight. Why? well that's simple. I'm in the need to get to the Canadian Belt. I've work hard enough to get a shot. and now I have my chance. After 5 Months I get my chance to get my shot and the Canadian Title. and that's why I feel sorry for you two. I WANT that belt, just to show the HWF that this Fat Fuck can play ball and kick a lot of ass. Well, I have kicked a lot of ass and now it's time to play ball. Yes there will be Violent Shit in this match. and remember that is my Slogan. I'm not Chris Styles and steal everybody's slogan and shit. So Corman and Zakin, get ready cause I'm about to get Violent on your sumbitch asses.

Tim: Unfortunately, Canadian Kid couldn’t be booked in this match due to an injury he sustained a while back. But he will be in action at Holy Night in the giant Battle Royal.

[The fans are starting to boo him, Trevor then smirks once again at them and begins to speak.]

Trevor Lasek: Well folks, I guess it's time for me to announce the stips to my match at Holy Night!!!!! Ok, here goes nothing. You take a Hell in a Cell, place it over the ring and wrap it in Barbed wire. Then you take a Steel Cage or a Japanese Cage and place it on the ring. That cage will be electrified as well. Also in the ring will be a Ladder and hanging from the Cell are bags of Glass, Barbed wire, Tacks and Firecrackers. Outside of the ring will be boards of Barbed wire, Nails, Bug Zappers,C4 and Glass. There will also be a Weed Wacker as well hanging from the side of the cage as well. Japanese Tables will be around the ring as well and Chairs. To win the match you must Pin your opponent and that's it. You can't stop the match for anything, loss of blood, snap your leg in half or passed out from the Pain!!

Tim: THAT’S SADISTIC!

Jeff: I LOVE IT!

[The Fans are in awe as to what they just heard as Trevor Continues.]

Trevor Lasek: and I call this match...THE ULTIMATE DEATH MATCH!!

Tim: The only man left is the referee for the match, the Canadian Champion himself, Chris Styles.

[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 making his way down the ramp towards the ring acknowledging the crowd the whole way. Styles arrives at the ring, with his referee shirt on, jumps onto the apron and flips into the middle of the ring. Styles then "grooves" to his entrance music for a short while. As the music dies down Styles motions for the bell to ring.]

Tim: Commissioner Shawn Collins has changed this match to a Canadian Rules match, since there are only 2 men instead of 3.

Jeff: He ruined all my fun.

Tim: Therefore, nothing to do with “hardcore rules”. There will be disqualifications. But, I guess it’s all up to Styles.

Jeff: Styles is a good guy... he’ll put some pizzazz in this match!

Tim: Okay, whatever. “Pizzazz”? Where do you come up with this shit?!

Jeff: Commentate the match, donkeydick!

[The match immediately goes to the outside. Styles doesn’t count for a count out. He just follows the two men, pretending to care, and breaking up dangerous situations. Zakin and Lasek keep punching back and forth. Until Zakin finally knocks him down. Zakin grabs a chair, and lifts it in the air. Styles quickly grabs it, and shakes his finger at Zakin.]

Jeff: He’s a fair ref!

Tim: Surprising...

[Lasek grabs Zakin from behind and suplexes him to the concrete floor. Zakin arches, holding his back. Lasek goes under the ring in hopes of getting a weapon, but Styles pulls him back, and gives him the same shaking finger indicating that he cant do that. Lasek picks up Zakin by the hair and throws him over the guardrail. All the fans are touching and slapping the backs of both wrestlers. Lasek continues to drag Zakin around, but Zakin begins to punch him the gut. On the fourth punch, Lasek grabs his stomach. Zakin then grabs Lasek’s hair, and begins to drag HIM. Zakin punches Lasek in his head a few times, and DDTs him on the floor in front of all the crowd.]

Tim: Where the hell are they going?!

Jeff: I don’t know. But I’m beginning to like this match!

Tim: Where’s Styles?

[Zakin throws Lasek through a door leading to the backstage area. Lasek immediately grabs a broom and strikes Zakin in the back of the knees. Zakin falls to the ground, and Lasek just keeps attacking Zakin’s back.]

Tim: WHAT THE HELL?

Jeff: Here we go!!

[Styles comes into the door, and leans against a wall, yawning. Zakin moves out of the way from another broom attack, and trips Lasek. Lasek falls on his back, his head bouncing on the floor. Zakin goes to the coffee machine, and pulls the cord out. He opens the large lid, and pours BOILING COFFEE on Trevor Lasek! Lasek begins to scream, and run into the walls.]

Tim: OH MY GOD!

Jeff: If he burns himself on a weekly basis, this should be a walk in the park!

Tim: HE COULD SUFFER FIRST DEGREE BURNS!

Jeff: Shit... That’s life!

Tim: You idiot!

[Lasek falls on the floor, rolling around. The boiling coffee has scolded his arms, and the skin around his eyes and lips have puffed up, swelling. Zakin pummels him on the ground, and quickly gets up after feeling Lasek’s skin. Zakin looks disgusted, and is wiping his hands on his shirt. Lasek yells, and spears Zakin in the wall.]

Tim: HE’S STILL MOVING!?

Jeff: He’s not human. Haven’t you figured that out already?

Tim: Try being sympathetic once in a while.

Jeff: Why do that, when I can be patheti... err... nevermind.

Jeff: Hah! It’s true! It’s true!

[Lasek grabs Zakin once again, and throws him into another door. Inside, there’s a staircase. Zakin begins climbing the stairs, as Lasek punches him from behind. Styles quickly follows with a big smile across his face. The camera cuts to where they are going. A door opens a few floors above, and out come all three men. Zakin holding Lasek in a headlock, and Styles drinking from a wine glass.]

Jeff: Haha! Styles is enjoying himself!

Tim: Yeah, he forgot about his duties.

[Zakin bulldogs Lasek onto the ground. Lasek holds his forehead, which is blood red. He can barely see. Zakin then picks up Lasek again, and throws him through another door. They end up in the bleachers, near a balcony. Below them is the ring.]

Tim: Oh dear God...

Jeff: H-W-F! H-W-F!

[The crowd also chants H-W-F! as Zakin throws Lasek down a flight of stairs. Lasek ends up right near the guardrail of the balcony. Zakin grabs his hair and picks him up. Lasek doesn’t know where he is. Zakin looks like he’s going to suplex Lasek off the balcony into the ring. That’s a good 60 feet!]

Tim: THIS COULD KILL TREVOR LASEK!

Jeff: NO IT WONT! HE’S INVINCIBLE!

[Lasek blocks the suplex, and punches Zakin in the gut. He then grabs Zakin by the hair and just tosses him over the rail!]

Tim: Holy...

Jeff: ...SHIT!

[“HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”]

[Zakin falls 60 feet off the balcony, and lands on his back in the ring. His eyes are closed, and his body is motionless. Except for a few twitches from time to time. Lasek is laughing as he squints his puffed up eyes to see what he has done. Styles shows up at ringside.]

Tim: He didn’t even go with them to break that up!

Jeff: This is great!

[Lasek goes all the way down, and enters the ring. He pins Zakin.]

Tim: Why isn’t Styles counting?

Jeff: Where is Styles?

[Styles comes out from under the ring with a steel chair wrapped in barb wire.]

Jeff: THERE HE IS!

Tim: Ohhhh... fuck.

[Styles enters the ring and lays out Lasek with the chair. The chair stuck to his forehead, but Styles pulled it off. Zakin begins to get up, and when he does, he dizzily wanders around like a drunken man. He turns around and gets nailed in the head as well. He falls over Lasek, and Styles goes down to count.]

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

Jeff: ZAKIN WINS!

Tim: THAT SON OF A BITCH STYLES! HE DIDN’T DO HIS JOB!

[Styles pulls out a table from under the ring, and throws it in the ring. He then takes out a large plate of glass, and places it on top of the table. He lifts Zakin and places him on the table as well. Styles goes to the top rope and...]

Jeff: INTENSITY SPLASH! HE BROKE ZAKIN... AND THE GLASS TABLE!

Tim: THAT CRAZY BASTARD!

[Styles gets up, bleeding from his gut, and grabs a microphone.]

Tim: What the hell does he have to say? He’s nearly killed David Zakin. Not to mention that suicidal fall he took!

Styles: See you at Holy Night, Zakin... Expect more of the same!

Jeff: It’s a threat! Holy Night - GLASS MAT MATCH! DAVID ZAKIN AND CHRIS TYLES - CANADIAN TITLE! Tim: Folks, we’ll be back!

[The scene fades out to Zakin motionless over the glass table.]

[Commercials]

Tim: Alright fans, our next match on board is th-

[The lights in the arena fade to black, a single red spotlight shines on the entryway as the same man who attacked Zakk Estes and Chris Styles walks out. The camera pans around the crowd to see some fans bewildered at this man, and some fans look in a state of udder shock. The man gets to ringside and slides in, he grabs the mic from the ring announcer as the lights slowly come back on. The man positions himself in the center of the ring, and begins to speak.]

Mystery Man: As I look around this audience tonight, I can see by the sheer look of terror upon your faces that you know who I am. For those who do not know, I will introduce myself. I am the living devil, the Descending Angel, I am Night Stalker. Some of you may have witnessed my "retirement" in the CWF. I assure you that my retirement was just a cover to get out of that awful place without worrying about legal troubles. Now I stand before you in HWF and I have a request right of the bat. Whenever I enter a new federation, I like to make a big impact quickly. I have gotten wind of some sort of battle royal happening on the next HWF Pay Per View and I believe that it would be the place to start my reign of terror here. I also heard that the winner of that said battle royal gets a shot at the Chris Styles and his Canadian title. Well I believe that I have already given Styles a small taste of what is in store for him after I win that battle royal at the Pay Per View. So I say this to the president of HWF, book me in that match at the Pay Per View and you shall not be sorry, for as sure as I stand before you now, I will stand over all in the ring at Holy Night.

[On cue, "Intro" by DMX blasts throughout the arena, as Johnny Drake walks out to the ring with a microphone in hand. He's pretty scrubbed up, wearing black sweat pants and a Roc-A-Wear t-shirt. His hair is uncombed, and he casually walks o ringside and gets into the ring. His music fades out, as Johnny pulls out amic from a pocket in his sweats and begins addressing Night Stalker.]

Johnny Drake: Y'know... I've been watching you all night in the back. First, you nearly KILL Zakk Estes, then you attack our newly crowned Canadian Champion Chris "Intensity" Styles... and now you're taking even more of the HWF's airtime to sound of this bullshit!?!

[The crowd pops a little, at the sound of a swear word.]

Johnny Drake: Y'know what? Fuck it... if you want in the match, you got it. Have fun. I have a lot of other shit on my mind right now, and I don't need to be assaulted by a man of your stature; although I can hold my own, if you catch my drift.

[Night Stalker smiles to himself, and then starts to walk away from the ring. Johnny Drake stays in the ring, now leaning against the corner. Night Stalker makes his way to the back, as Johnny Drake addresses the crowd.]

Johnny Drake: Now, fans in Phoenix, Arizona, I have some... bad news...

[Boo's from the crowd.]

Johnny Drake: In a fax that the HWF recieved earlier today, Kevin Cronin; AKA Blackjack; has asked for his release...

[The fans give the "WTF?" reaction. The start to chant "BULL-SHIT, BULL-SHIT"]

Johnny Drake: I know, I know... I'm not even legally supposed to talk about it. I just wanted to let all of you hardworking fans know that Extream and Blackjack won't be fighting tonight. And his match at the PPV is off as well...

[Massive boo's from the crowd. Johnny Drake gets cut off, as the lights drop, and "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park slams the PA system. Vic Williams jumps over the guardrail, exiting the crowd, and hastily enters the ring, before standing up, looking Drake dead in the eyes, before backing up and spitting in his face. Drake, wipes the saliva from his face, before looking at Vic with an angry expression, that spreads across his face.]

Johnny Drake: What the fuck are you doing here?

[The sadistic grin crosses across the Anti-Hero's face, before he holds the mic to his mouth and begins to speak.]

Vic: Doing my job Drake...I'm trying to do my fucking job! For the last two Suicide's, you have forgotten to add me to the cards...the carnage I promised you for tonight, is all on your hands!Starr, it is on your hands, it is your fault, and Starr when you look up for someone to blame, look at this man before me. Johnny Drake is at fault for what is happening...you have tried to hold me down for too long...you have been holding us all down, DRAKE!

[Drake, looks at Vic, with a confused expression, then responds.]

Johnny Drake: I'm not holding you down, we have been busy, that is why I could not book you, Vic...I am not holding the Anti-Heroes down.

Vic: Prove it, give Lasek a Canadian Title shot!

Johnny Drake: Done, he has it, now what the hell is it you want?!

Vic: Your blood...

[Vic quickly strikes the Prez in the forehead with a lightning quick forearm shot. Stumbling a bit, Vic roundhouses Drake in the rib cage doubling him over, setting him up directly for a 3D! Standing overtop Drake's unconscious body, Vic takes the mic in hand once more.]

Vic: You pushed me one step closer, DRAKE!You were WARNED YOU BASTARD!!Is it just coincidence that Sterling came back and got shoved directly into the SPOTLIGHT?? The last three years, has been blood, sweat, and violence, and yet, I still have not been in the main-event, the trail of massacre will lead a path to the gold...

[Several security guards rush down the ramp, as Vic swiftly exits the squared-circle, cutting off his promo, as he leaves through the crowd. Security helps Johnny Drake up to his feet, and towards the back.]

Tim: I can't believe Vic did that to Drake!!

Jeff: Well... I'm not a big Johnny Drake fan, but he's been BUSY as hell lately, and he doesn't need a 3D or an Extreme Kick everytime he comes on TV.

Tim: Well put.

[We fade back into Renegade pulling up to the Mayo Clinic parking lot. The sign reads "Open 24/7" but it is dark inside. Renegade parks his truck and shuts off the music. He steps out and locks the doors. He cautiously goes inside the hospital. The lobby is completely empty except for a sleeping clerk with a beer in hand. Renegade mutters to himself.]

Renegade:I'll just do this myself...

[Renegade looks over at the clinic map. He looks down at RECORDS....Floor 3. Renegade walks to the nearest elevator and pushes the button. After a few minutes of waiting the humming and whirring of the elevator is heard as it dings and he enters. He pushes the button for floor number three. The elevator starts up to floor three. It stops and the doors open where there is standing a tall security guard staring Renegade right in the eye....Fade to commercial.]

[Commercials]

[We join Renegade again as we see the same security guard double over on the floor, twitching. There are two peices of a broomstick by his head. Renegade continues down the hall. He checks every door until he sees the room that says RECORDS. Renegade turns the knob, but it is locked. Renegade kicks the knob off as the door swings open slowly. Renegade enters the room. The room is filled with an strange darkness as Renegade pulls a flashlight courtesy of the guard out of his pocket. He turns it on and looks through the folders. He looks under his birth name...the "p" section. Renegade rapidly begins flipping through files until he finds his. He slowly opens it. Renegade looks at the contents of the folder. Suddenly, the look on Renegade's face turns to complete shock as the screen fades back into the arena.]

Tim: What happened!?!

[The camera cuts away to the back, showing a door with Teen Angst and Chris Styles' names. After a very short period of time, seconds really, the door opens to show all three men inside. Styles and Thrilla are sitting opposite one another on dark coloured couches, and Spike is standing somewhere near the back, leaning against the wall. Thrilla is looking "intensly" over at Styles, who is staring right back in the same manner. With the two men staring each other down so menacingly, you’d think a fight was just about to break loose in the locker room of the newly formed stable. Spike calmly takes the stage and speaks to both Thrilla and Styles openly, as if beginning a discussion.]

Spike: Ok... now that we've let the cat out of the bag, I suggest our first official order of business as a team is to figure out a name for ourselves.

Thrilla: Easy... the Street Thugs.

Styles: [shaking his head] No… with you two, it would make sense, but me? I’m no street thug…

Thrilla: Styles... how did you come to be with us here and now?

Styles: Spike needed a tag partner, so I offered my assistance - being the type of champion that I am. I asked Spike after the match to make our little team permanent, or as close to permanent as possible.

Thrilla: Exactly… so, you asked Spike join up with US, right? Which means that not only can Spike decide to keep you here, but so can I. We make the decisions, not you.

Spike: Chris… Styles did us a favour by helping me out for that match. Maybe we should—

Styles- And why should I not be able to make a decision or two? I mean,I saved Spike’s ass out there! Since you were too busy nursing your wounds from that attack, Spike was ready to go up in a handicapped match against the Wrecking Crew! The outcome could have been much worse…

Spike: He does have a point Chris...

Thrilla: I wasn't involved in this decision at all... so you helped Spike out in a match... you took my place when some fuck slammed a trunk on my head... big fucking deal, man... what does that make you, our shining saviour?

Spike: Chris... chill...

Styles: You should be thankful I stepped in when I did! Thanks to me, we picked up the win!

Thrilla: Spike could have handled himself! What did you do, anyways? You finished off a broken hick that Spike had already dismantled!

Spike: Ok... you both need to calm down...

Styles:[Ignoring Spike] It’s funny how you mention me doing nothing, especially when all you did was lay face down in a stretcher for three quarters of the match…

Thrilla: Shut the fuck up! How about I close a trunk on your head? How long would it take YOU to get up?

Styles: How about you try it? I think you’d find that it won’t be MY head being crushed… it will be yours… again.

Spike: You guys aren't even listening to me now...

Thrilla:[Ignoring Spike] What do you mean, "again"?

Styles: Last week you got your head slammed, and if you want, this week it will happen again.

Thrilla: You did it! I know you did it! You slammed that fucking trunk on my head! I’ll rip your throat out!

Styles: Fuck Thrilla, are you sure you want to start something with the Canadian champion? I don’t think you do… just remember what I did to you in your very first match in the HWF... "sizzle" comes to mind...

[Thrilla stands up quickly, lunging for Styles, but Spike holds him back]

Styles: And besides, I didn’t do that to you last week… I would never do something like that, you’re not worth my time.

Thrilla: [leaning forwards against Spike, pushing him back] I'm not worth your time?! Get the fuck over here and find out how much three weeks in the hospital is worth to you!

[Styles stands up to meet Thrilla’s face, but Spike gets in the way, now looking VERY pissed off]

Spike: THAT'S IT! BOTH OF YOU DUMB BITCHES SIT THE FUCK DOWN, AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

[Styles and Thrilla are so stunned by Spike’s sudden outburst that they both sit back down quickly.]

Styles: WHOA! Easy Spike!

Spike: NOW, I'M GOING TO GET THIS OUT IF I HAVE TO BEAT BOTH OF YOU TWO DOWN BY MYSELF! This is pissing me off! You two guys can't even sit in the same room together without trying to throw your balls around! [In a mocking tone] Mine are bigger than yours! Nuh uh, mine are!! Just sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up, and listen to what the fuck I'm trying to say! Got it?!

Styles: [eyes a little wider than before] Yeah…urrrrg, sure.

Thrilla: Uhh…y…uh, yeah sure thing…

Spike: Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by a sack of bloated testicles fighting eachother… We need a name. Street Thugs doesn't work with Styles... Crime Syndicate, the one you came up with Styles, doesn't sit well with Chris. So therefore, we compromise. We are now called, "The Street Syndicate". Chris, any objections or changes? [Thrilla slowly shakes his head, as if to say “no”] Styles, any objections or changes?

Styles: Well, since I’m not from the streets, I say we change the whole name around.

Spike: Ok… then, what exactly do you want it to be called? [Spike raises an eyebrow suddenly, but Styles doesn’t see it. The fans, noticing the eyebrow, begin to slowly cheer with anticipation.]

Styles: Well, as a matter of fact, I’d want it to be called-

Spike: IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE CALLED!!!

[Some of the crowd pops loudly for line, but others just pop because Chris Styles was shut up. Thrilla hangs his head low, draping his arm over his neck.]

Thrilla: I can't believe you used that guy's line...

Styles: Me neither.

Thrilla: Shut up Styles...

Styles: [under his breath] Thrilla, the offer to beat your ass is still open…

Spike:[throws an angry glare at Thrilla and Styles] May I continue? Thank you. We need to find out who attacked Chris last week. Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I’ll leave you two boys alone for a little while, I need to find Drake to see if he’s got any new information. I need both of your assurances that your testosterone will be kept out of the other person’s face, otherwise, if I come back to find you two beating the hell out of each other, you will have a VERY pissed off Hardcore Hoodlum on your hands!

[Spike leaves the locker room, leaving Styles and Thrilla alone. Both men continue to glare as they had been doing from the beginning.]

Thrilla: What the hell are you staring at me for? Got a problem?

Styles: What do you think, dipshit?

Thrilla: I don’t really think you want me to answer that… it might incriminate you as the faggot that you are.

Styles: Such jealousy I’m feeling from you! Aww… poor little Chris… I suppose this is what’s been bothering you all this time… [pulls the Canadian title from around his shoulder, grabbing it in both hands] You want it? Of course you do… but guess what? You’re never going to be good enough to even get another look at this baby.

Thrilla: Why the fuck would I want that shitty-ass title when guys like you and Zakin have held them? I might get your disease--shit-prosy. Everything that you hold onto for a certain amount of time turns to shit and wipes itself away from you as soon as it can.

Styles: Now, now Chris, you don’t have to be like that around me… I’m your new stable buddy… like it and shut your cake-hole.

Thrilla: Styles, ever since that first match against you… which you lost, by the way [Styles looks pissed off with the mention of that match] you’ve been trying to edge your way higher into the standings. You’ve found that there’s only one way for you to get to the top… and that is to ride the wave of someone better than you into the high cards. That’s all you really want, isn’t it? You’ve associated yourself with Teen Angst, who are undefeated, AND the uncrowned HWF tag team champions, just to try and steal our spotlight! You’re nothing compared to us, and you know it!

Styles: [Now very pissed off] I’ll show you nothing you pre-pubescent prick!

[Styles whips the Canadian title at Thrilla, who ducks it barely, but takes a spear over the couch on which he was sitting from Styles. Both men brawl around on the floor, throwing flurries of lefts and rights, elbowing, biting, and being as dirty fighters as they could possibly be. But of course, (like in many federations) at least ten officials pop out of no-where to break up the fight. Five hold back Thrilla, and the other five hold back Styles. Both are struggling ferociously against the blockade of referees and security, but they can’t break through to fight anymore. Just then, Spike storms back into the room.]

Spike: Damn, I couldn’t find Dra- [stops, looks around, very confused] Uhh… [nudges one of the officials] Did I miss something?

[Commercials]

Jeff: We’re back everyone! And Shawn Collins will be out soon to introduce Michael Trey’s mystery opponent! I CAN’T WAIT!

Tim: Well, here he comes now.

[“Clubbed To Death” tears across the arena as Shawn Collins comes out in his usual red suit with white shirt and red tie. He walks to the ring, and gets inside, swarmed by boos from the fans. He just smiles, and takes the microphone out of his shirt pocket.]

Shawn: Yeah, yeah. Fuck off!

[This gets an incredible amount of heat from the crowd.]

Shawn: Hahaha! Whatever. Michael Trey, you’re watching, and you’re coming out here soon. So let me give it to you straight up. At Holy Night, you’ll be in for a surprise. I’m going to swarm you with obstacles. You’ll crack sooner or later. Anyways, BUD... tonight you have another special opponent. Unionville, New York...

[Another huge amount of heat for wrongly stating the name of the city.]

Shawn: Oh, shit! I mean, Pittsburgh, Penn...

[The crowd cuts him off with more boos before he could finish.]

Shawn: WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!

[The ring announcer goes up to him and tells him.]

Tim: The Commissioner has no manners.

Shawn: PHOENIX, ARIZONA? Who the hell dragged me out here?! I mean, look at all these people! They have as many brain cells, as the Coyotes have wins!

[The crowd is throwing paper cups and other garbage to the ring.]

Jeff: Haha! The Phoenix Coyotes! He’s making fun of the cities hockey team! Hahaha!

Tim: What the hell is he implying?

Shawn: Anyways, here is Michael Trey’s opponent for today - Mike Hunt!

[“OLE! OLE!” hits the speakers as a large man with long hair comes out to the ramp. He moves his hair from his face, and the crowd laughs as the see the he’s wearing blush, mascara and lipstick. He has a full beard. He’s wearing a halter-top, and a mini-skirt. He is also wearing high heels, which he is having a hard time controlling. Inside the ring, Shawn Collins is on his back laughing. He gets up, and continues to laugh on the mic.]

Shawn: CLAIRE... EAT YOUR HEART OUT! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!

Tim: What a heartless...

Jeff: AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GET IT? MIKE HUNT - MY CUNT?! MIKE HUNT! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! SHAWN COLLINS IS A GENIUS!

Tim: Ugh...

[Mike Hunt gets in the ring and shakes his “booty”. He tries to dance with Collins, but Collins backs him off with his fist. Collins gets out of the ring, and gets behind the announcer table, still laughing.]

Tim: Looks like the Commissioner is joining us.

Jeff: Shawn Collins! You’re a genius!

Shawn: I know, Jeff! Hahaha! What a match this is going to be, eh?

Jeff: I’m sure it will be great!

[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 rhythm as well as video clips of Michael on the HWF-tron. Michael Trey runs out, and slides into the ring wasting no time.]

Shawn: Oh God... what an idiot! He thinks he can go up against Kunt?! Hahaha!

[As the wrestlers stand in the ring waiting for the bell to ring “Dragula” hits. Everyone in the arena turn to look to the stage, Collins stands to get a better look, not knowing what’s going on. Out from the entrance curtain a folding lawn chair is throws out, following it, Mayhem steps out. Most of the crowd cheers. Mayhem in one hand holds an extra large bad of popcorn and in the other hand, holds a cooler. Dropping his stuff Mayhem sets up the chair. Taking a seat, he picks up his cooler and takes out a Pepsi and then opening the bag of popcorn he rips it open, spilling it everywhere. Cursing quietly he just pours it all on the stage. Looking to the ring he sees everyone watching him, all with questioned looks to their faces. Mayhem motions with his hand to continue. The Ref shrugs and tells the timekeeper to ring the bell. The bell rings and the match begins.]

Shawn: What the hell is Mayhem doing out here?

Tim: I think he likes you Shawn.

[Mayhem waves to Collins, smiling with that mask on his face, and waving. Then he looks in the ring, and sees Mike Hunt. Mayhem laughs so hard, that he falls backwards in his chair and spills his Pepsi.]

Shawn: God...

Jeff: Looks like Mayhem wants to watch some wrestling.

Shawn: He just wants a laugh... and to annoy me!

[In the ring, Mike Hunt is waving to Trey. Trey just looks at him disgusted. Mike Hunt runs up to Trey, supposedly wanting to give him a kiss, but Trey spears him. As Trey falls with Hunt, his face lands in Hunts crotch. He quickly jumps up and spits on the ground. Hunt just smiles on the ground. Meanwhile, Shawn Collins is laughing, and Mayhem can barely breathe from laughter.]

Jeff: Trey doesn’t know what he’s doing!

Tim: Trey doesn’t like this. And neither do I!

Shawn: Have a sense of humor! You so reek of stiffosity, it hurts to sit near you!

Tim: Ugh...

Shawn: Hahahaha!

[Trey moves to the ropes, and holds on to them while looking out at the fans, disgusted at what he’s facing. Hunt comes from behind and holds Trey. Trey gives him a shoulder to the side of the head, and drops him to the floor. He refrains from jumping on him. Hunt gets up, and lifts Trey into a bearhug-type maneuver. Trey punches the back of Hunt’s head, once again dropping him. He goes for a lionsault on Hunt, but Hunt moves and Trey lands on his face. Hunt holds him there.]

Tim: WHAT THE HELL?

Jeff & Shawn: AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!

[Trey knees Hunt in the head. Hunt gets up, and falls due to the high heels. He takes them off, and runs over to Trey again. Trey ducks, and grabs the heels. He bounces off the ropes, and rams the heels into Hunt’s face. Hunt falls to the ground, holding his face. Trey goes to the top rope, and quickly delivers a moonsault. The ref goes for the count.]

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

Tim: FINALLY! IT’S OVER!

Shawn: Yep, and that’s my cue.

Tim: Huh? Not again!

Jeff: YES! YES!

[Trey watches Mayhem pack his stuff, and leaves laughing. Collins gets in the ring with a steel chair. He gets ready to hit Trey, but when Trey turns around, he ducks the chair shot, and hits a hurricanrana on Collins. He jumps on Collins, and starts to pummel him. Suddenly, Extream comes running out from the entranceway, and attacks Trey. Shawn picks up the chair, and slams it down on Trey. Extream kicks him.]

Tim: This is unfair!

Jeff: Oh shut up! It’s fun!

[But Lance Sterling comes running out, and slides into the ring. Extream and Collins quickly exit it, and walk to the ramp. Sterling and Extream exchange insults, and Trey just stares down both Collins and Extream.]

[Commercials.]

["Simon Says" by Drain STH begin to play. As the song begins to hit the heavy part, two blasts of pyrotechnics shoot up from the side of the stage as Jonathan Storm is raised from a rotating, rising platform. He steps out and surveys the crowd, grinning, as he walks down to the ring.]

Tim: Now we have Jonathan Storm against Jayson Starr in a Last Man Standing Match.

Jeff: ANOTHER Storm/Starr match?! Hahaha!

Tim: Yeah, I know what you mean.

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

Jeff: Let’s see some action!

Tim: Commissioner Collins also informed us that there will be disqualifications in this match as well. No interferences and no weapons! It would be a ‘Wrestling Clinic Last Man Standing Match’.

Jeff: All for the Pop Sensation - Jonathan Storm!

[Storm and Starr stare each other down as the bell sounds. The two dance around the ring, then step forward and grapple. Starr grabs Storm's arm and stands behind him, locking him in a chicken wing. Storm reverses it and sends Starr into the ropes, then knocks him down with velocity with a clothesline. Starr gets up slowly as Storm backs against the ropes then comes running at him. Starr moves at the last second, and then lays a few good punches on Storm's face. Starr then moves back and hits Storm with a scoop into sitdown side piledriver.]

Tim: "The Hardcore Hero" Jayson Starr is already taking control of this match, hitting newcomer Jonathan Storm with the X-Driver!

Jeff: Yeah, he took Storm straight down with that one...

[Starr looks over to elbow drop Storm, but Storm hops up to his feet quickly. The two stare each other down; Storm suddenly runs full speed at Starr. Starr moves then sends Jonathan Storm over the ropes, and then Starr slides out of the ring himself. Starr picks Storm up and hits his head over the barricade, then does it again, repeatedly sending his head straight into the barricade. Starr finally lets him go and Storm falls back, crawling to the announcer’s table. Starr walks over and picks Storm up, then lifts him and slams his chin against the announcer’s table. Storm's chin hits the table with a big impact, and Starr picks Storm back up and slides him in the ring, then follows him.]

Jeff: Storm just felt the "Impact", eh?

Tim: what kind of dumbass joke was that?

Jeff: I...shut up ass.

[Starr picks Storm up, Storm grabs Jayson out of the blue and throws him into the ropes. Starr comes running back, and Storm tilt of whirls him into a sidewalk slam. Starr stands back up and throws Storm into the ropes, then catches him on the way back with a Jumping Crescent Kick. The ref counts.]

[One......... two......... three......... four......... five......... six......... and Storm gets up.]

Tim: Hardcore Sidekick by "The Hardcore Hero", but Storm got up after a close six! This match could turn out to be a lot shorter than expected!

Jeff: Damn straight!

[Starr rolls over and stands up, Storm slowly gets back to his feet. The two exchange a few punches, Storm comes out on top and hits Starr with his reverse Russian Leg Sweep. Starr falls then crawls back over to the corner and starts getting up slowly, then looks back but is met with a clothesline that knocks him out of the ring. Starr falls out with his head near the ring. Storm looks around and raises his hands to the crowd, getting a pretty loud chorus of boos. He waves them off and slides out of the ring. Starr stands back up slowly, but has a chair in hand from under the ring. Storm doesn't see it and walks over to him, but is smacked straight between the eyes with a huge chair shot from Starr behind the ref’s back!]

Jeff: Damn, Storm's gonna be hurtin' from that in the morning. Tim: Huge chair shot by Jayson Starr. [Starr picks Storm back up and slides Storm in the ring. Starr slides in himself, then picks Storm up to powerbomb him on the chair. Storm falls back before Starr can bring him down and reverses the move into a hurricanrana! Starr is down.] [One......... two......... three......... four......... five......... six......... sev- and Starr gets to his feet.] Tim: Wow, this match could go either way right now. Jeff: Yeah...I'm predicting Storm right now though. [Storm slides the chair back outside of the ring, then picks Starr up and then lifts him up, landing a Crucifix Neckbreaker on him. Starr falls to the mat and grabs the back of his neck in pain. Storm picks Starr up and whips him into the corner, then starts pummeling him at full force. Starr slips down and sits leaning into the corner, as Storm backs up to the opposite corner. Storm then runs full speed at Storm looking to catch him in the mouth with his shoulder, but Starr slides out of the ring and Storm hits the turnbuckle hard.] Tim: Starr nearly has this match in the palm of his hands! Just a few more hits and... Jeff: Storm had it from the beginning and still has it now... you know it. [Starr picks Storm up and goes to shuffle side kick Storm, but Storm grabs Starr's leg and turns him whips him around, then quickly grabs Starr's head and falls, laying a snap stunner on him. Storm then picks Starr up and whips him into the ropes and goes to cross body block him, but Storm does the exact same thing and the two slam into each other in the middle of the ring, both out cold.] [One......... two......... three......... four......... five......... six......... seven......... Starr begins to get up......... eight......... Starr is up......... nine......... Storm jumps to his feet.]

Tim: I don’t know if these men have much left.

Jeff: Whatever. Let’s just see Storm win the match, and sing another classic hit!

Tim: You moron.

[Vic Williams begins to slowly walk down to ringside. In the ring, Storm and Starr are slowly going back and forth with chops to the chest. Storm begins with a chop to Starr.]

[WHOOOO!]

Jeff: Oh God... here we go! Well, at least Vic is down here! Maybe he’ll join us?

Tim: I hope not, he has no right to be down here.

[Starr strikes Storm. WHOOOO!!! Vic Williams goes over to the announcer table.]

Jeff: Yeah! He’s gonna give us a few words!

Tim: Good God!

[Storm knocks Starr down with a crucifix neckbreaker, and goes to the top rope. He looks down at Starr, and jumps for a 450 splash. Starr moves out of the way, and Storm crashes on the mat, holding his back. Starr gets up and lifts his hands to the crowd as he yells out “IT’S OVER!” The crowd goes completely ape shit. Vic Williams grabs a headset at the announcer table.]

Jeff: Hey Vic, nice of you to jo-

Vic: I’m sick of all this bullshit!

Tim: Okay...?

[Vic leaves the announcer table. In the ring, Starr puts Storm into a full nelson, jumps and turns it into a sitting knee smash!]

Tim: THE SHATTER STARR! IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!

[Casey, in the meantime has distracted the ref. Storm is down, but the ref isn’t counting due to her distraction. Storm sees this. But he doesn’t see Vic Williams climbing to the top rope. As Starr turns around, Vic jumps off and side kicks Starr in the side of the head!]

Tim: Vic just knocked Starr out!!

Jeff: Things are getting interesting!

[Vic quickly gets out of the ring, as Starr loses his balance from the strength of the kick, he tumbles. Casey throws some kind of championship belt in the ring. Storm picks it up, and as the ref goes to yell at Vic for being at ringside, Storm violently strikes a tumbling Starr in the same place he got kicked. Starr immediately falls to the ground. Vic backs off. The ref turns around and begins counting.]

[One......... two......... three......... four......... five......... six......... seven......... eight......... nine......... TEN!]

Tim: HE CHEATED GOD DAMMIT! HE’S A HYPOCRITE! AND VIC WILLIAMS HAD NO RIGHT TO INTERFERE IN THE MATCH!

Jeff: I told you Storm would win!

[Storm raises his hands in the air victorious as the crowd jeers him. He smiles as Casey walks into the ring, and he picks up the title belt. He hands it to her, and she wraps it around his waist. He demands a microphone, and receives one as the crowd begins to shower him in boos.]

Storm: Thank you, thank you. You're all way too kind. As you can tell, my agent, Casey "Sunshine" Band has just wrapped a title around my waist. It's because I won and deserved it, proving to be the finest scientific wrestler in the HWF. I am now the HWF SCIENTIFIC CHAMPION! As for the rest of you chumps in the back...let's see if any of you can WRESTLE this off me.

[Storm smirks as "Simon Says" by Drain STH cues up. He leaves the ring, holding Casey's hand.] Tim: A new belt? A “scientific” belt for someone who had to cheat to win his own style of match? Starr had him beat! But Williams had to cost him the match!

Jeff: Williams just added spice!

[Vic enters the ring again, and looks down at Starr. He starts to pummel him on the ground, and kick him. He lifts Starr up, and as he goes for a punch, Starr ducks and hits flowing DDT on him. The crowd goes crazy as Starr starts to beat on a fallen Vic Williams.]

Tim: He deserves it!

[The Rykopathe comes running out, and he and Vic begin to double team on Starr. Just as they set Starr in some kind of double team move, the HWF Champion, Lance Sterling, comes out of the curtains and enters the ring. But it was too late. Rykopathe had a chair, and slammed it down on Lance’s head as he entered the ring. Lance is lying on the ground, and Starr is helping him up as Rykopathe and Vic Williams leave down the ramp, laughing. Lance lifts his head and stares down Rykopathe. He begins to yell out at him and Rykopathe just laughs along with Vic.]

Jeff: Just wait until Holy Night! These men are going to be in a war!

Tim: But what does Vic Williams or Jayson Starr fit into the puzzle? We’ll be back after this break, folks.

[Commercials.]

Tim: Alright folks, welcome back... it's Main Event time...

Jeff: You mean, Lance Sterling time.

Tim: Actually, no... I don't...

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

[ ....3.... ]

[ ....2.... ]

[ ....1.... ]

[ BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! ]

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

Ethan Scruggs: I am sick and tired of watching the slackers and ass-kissers get ahead in the HWF while the hard working athletes are held back! I refuse to kiss up to Drake or Chaz just to recieve what I rightfully deserve! The two of us have busted our ass every week against anyone Drake could throw at us, and we never complained, we never cried, we just did the job we were told to do. That never got us anywhere. We got screwed out of the titles, and we get ignored by the head office! It's just like Gavin's been saying, the paper champions run the show.

[Scruggs hands the mic to Coens.]

Gavin Coens: We have fought long and hard for the HWF without them showing an inch of appreciation towards us. No longer will we be used to entertain their audience! No longer will we be used as puppets for Drake's amusement. And no longer will we sit here and watch these Paper Champions who are hand picked by head office rule the HWF! Respect will be ours, and if it's not given then we'll fucking take it!

[Gavin drops the mic. Just then, "Blood Brothers" by Papa Roach hits the speakers and gold lights flash throughout the arena. Suddenly, Lance Sterling and Michael Trey dash fro mthe backstage area and slide into the ring. They go after Twisted Circle, but the ref holds them back and forces them into a seperate corner.]

Tim: Let's get this one underway...

[The bell sounds. Trey and Scruggs both leave the ring, as Coens and Sterling walk towards the center in the staredown type pose. Coens looks over at Trey, and then back at Sterling. Suddenly, Coens winds up and slas Sterling right in the face. The crowd gives the 1st grade "OHHHHHH" reaction to this, as Sterling retaliates with furious rights and lefts to Gavin's face.]

Jeff: He should NOT have done that!!

Tim: Yeah, that was crossing the line...

[Sterling pounds Coens into the corner and then whips him to the other side of the ring. Coens flies hard into the corner, runs out, and dropkicks Sterling right in the face. Sterling drops to the mat and Coens begins laying some stomps in. Coens picks up Sterling and whips him back into the corner. At the same time, Scruggs throws a chair into the ring. The chair stops in front of Sterling as Gavin slides to the outside. Coens grabs Sterling's legs and pulls them out from under him; sending Sterling face first into the chair.]

Tim: OUCH!!

Jeff: Damn... what's Gavin trying now!?!

[Gavin's not done, however, as he holds on to Sterling's legs and locks on a reverse figure four around the ringpost. Sterling starts pounding the mat in pain, as Scruggs dives into the ring and drops a leg across Sterling's head. The ref starts to force Scruggs out of the ring, as Trey runs on the apron and dives off; delivering a diving elobw to Coens, instantly breaking the hold.]

Tim: Oh, what a move by Trey to break that hold!!

Jeff: Yeah, that hold was Sterling's own Hollywood and Vine Leglock...

Tim: Hey... I didn't even realize that...

Jeff: Yeah, I know... it's called RESEARCH. You should try it sometime.

[Trey picks up Coens and slides him into the ring. Sterling picks him up and tags in Trey. Trey hops into the ring and directly onto the second rope. Sterling lifts up Coens for a back suplex, as Trey dives off the ropes and brings down Coens with an inverted bulldog. The crowd pops as Trey gets to his feet and pulls up Coens. Trey lays in a few punches, but Coens blocks one of his punches and pokes him in the eye. Still dazed, Coens stumbles over to his corner and tags in Scruggs. Trey starts to get up, as Scruggs springboards off the top rope and takes him down with a missle dropkick.]

Tim: That's how you make an entrance!!

Jeff: Pfft... clever...

[Scruggs gets up and starts pounding on Trey. Meanwhile, Coens goes to the outside and pulls out a table from under the ring. He slides it into the ring, near a corner, as Scruggs whips Trey to the other corner. Scruggs follows Trey in and clotheslines him down to the mat. Scruggs begins stomping him in the corner, bringing Sterling into the ring to break it up. The ref tries to force Sterling out, but all that does is bring Coens into the ring. Sterling and Scruggs continue fighting, as Coens jumps on Trey and starts pounding on him.]

Tim: Oh, this one has just broken down!! The ref needs to get control of this!!

Jeff: What do you mean 'get control'? It's no DQ!!

[Scruggs gains control on Sterling and whips him to the ropes. Scruggs goes for a backdrop, but Sterling floats over and locks on an inverted facelock. Sterling immediately lifts up Scruggs, spins a little, and then drives him down with a modified michinoku driver.]

Tim: DIRECTOR'S CUT!!

[Sterling collapses in the center of the ring as Gavin grabs Trey by the hair and brings him over to the table. Sterling finally gathers himself and throws an arm over Scruggs.]

Jeff: It's over!!

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

Tim: How did Scruggs kick out of that!?!

[On the other side of the ring, Trey slaps away Coens' hands. Coens goes for a kick but Trey catches his foot. He spins around Coens, kicks him in the gut, and drops him to the mat with a double arm DDT.]

Tim: FLASH OF PAIN!!

[Trey acts as if he's gonna go for the cover, but instead picks up Coens and throws him on the table. He calls for Sterling, and then starts to climb the ropes. Sterling gets up and walks towards the table. Almost instantly, Scruggs gets to his feet. He positions himself behind Sterling and then delivers a standing side kick to the back of Sterling's head, sending him flying into the ropes; ultimately dropping Trey groin first on the top turnbuckle.]

Jeff: OH SHIT!!

Tim: What an unlucky turn of events for the X-Treme Alliance!!

[Scruggs wakes up Coens and points to Trey. Coens gains his composure and scales the ropes. Scruggs stands behind the table, as Coens gets to the top rope. Both members of Twisted Circle taunt a little and then go into action. Coens jumps up, and takes over Trey with a super hurricanrana. Trey flies over the table, and Gavin falls in front of it. Scruggs somehow catches Trey and slams him through the table with a STIFF powerbomb.]

Jeff: Sweet Lord!!

Tim: That was Twisted Circle's Final Option!!

[Coens gets up to pin Trey, but Sterling clotheslines him out of the way. The ref and Sterling begin to argue, as Scruggs drops down for the pin. The ref finally forces Sterling out of the ring, as Scruggs stands up and starts yelling at the ref in frustration. Scruggs forces Trey to his feet, and goes for a suplex. Trey floats over into an inverted facelock, and quickly drops Scruggs with a neckbreaker.]

Tim: Back in the Day!!

[Suddenly, the camera switches to the entrance way, where Extream and Rykopathe start to run down to ringside, followed closely by Vic Williams. Sterling hops off the apron and meets them halfway. Vic stays back, as Sterling and Rykopathe begin talking shit to each other. Trey looks down at Scruggs, who is rising, and then walks over to the ropes and starts shouting at Extream and Rykopathe. Suddenly, Scruggs grabs Trey by the pants and rolls him up for the pin.]

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

Tim: WHAT!?!

[The bell sounds as Scruggs rolls out of the ring. Trey starts to get up, as Sterling turns around. As he does so, Rykopathe hits him right in the back of the head. Extream and Rykopathe begin pounding on Sterling on the outside, and eventually slide him into the ring. As the two enter the ring, Trey joins the battle and all four men begin duking it out in the center of the ring, much to the crowd's enojyment.]

Jeff: We have a Pier-6 brawl on hand here!!

Tim: This is just Out of Control!!

[Suddenly, Vic runs down to ringside and starts fighting it out with both Gavin and Scruggs on the outside. The crowd is now in a frenzy, as all seven men fight their hearts out in and around the ring.]

Tim: What's gonna happen next!?!

[Gavin and Scruggs drop Vic to the ground and roll him into the ring. They slide in themselves, so now everyone invloved is crowded into the small ring. Trey and Rykopathe and in one corner, Sterling and Extream in the other. Suddenly, "Intro" by DMX BLASTS over the PA system as Johnny Drake comes running out to the ring, with a bandage over his head. He slides into the ring, and starts trying to seperate the men.]

Jeff: What the hell does Johnny Drake think he's doing out here!?!

Tim: I don't know, but he has more enemies in that ring than friends...

[Drake continues trying to seperate the men, but it's no use. Gavin spots Drake, and stops his assault on Williams. Gavin and Drake begin arguing back and forth with each other. Drake looks REALLY pissed off. Suddenly, a man taps Drake on the back. He turns around, to find Shawn Collins staring him down. The camera gets a close up as you can faintly hear Drake throughout the MASSIVE cheers.]

Johnny Drake: Help me stop this!!

[Collins nods his head 'yes', as Drake attempts to turn back around. Suddenly, Collins stops Drake, kicks him in the gut, and drops him to the mat with a pedigree.]

Tim: OH NO!!

Jeff: The Commish just hit The President with the Downtown Connection!!

[Gavin looks over at Collins and smiles a little. Suddenly, Vic Williams flies into the shot and clotheslines Gavin and Collins through the ropes to the outside. On the other side of the ring, Scruggs is now helping Rykopathe beat down Trey. Williams looks down at Drake and picks him up. He grabs him in position for 3D, and start yelling stuff towards the crowd.]

Tim: Is he gonna drop Johnny Drake with 3D again!?!

Jeff: Man... hehe... this has been ONE rough night for the President!!

[Just as Vic is about to make the bottom drop out on Drake, security rushes into the ring again and tackles him down to the ground. Drake is now revived a little, and you can hear him scream something at Vic Williams.]

Johnny Drake: You're fucking suspended!!

[Vic smiles at Drake, as security rushes him from ringside. Before Drake can regain himself, Gavin pulls him out to the outside. All 8 men continues brawling with each other as even MORE security rushes down to ringside to try and break it up.]

Tim: Vic is suspended!?!

Jeff: What does that mean for Holy Night next Sunday!?!

Tim: I don't know... but we're out of time for Suicide... MAKE SURE to tune in for this one!!

[The shot focuses on Sterling battling with Extream and Trey battling with Rykopathe. Just then, the copywright information appears on the screen and the shot fades out to black. An idle HWF logo pops up, and then fades out. Everything is now black.]