 [July 1, 2001 | 6:59 p.m.] [The red on black FBI warnings appear on the screen. Informing the viewers that this Pay Per View event is not to be stolen, the screen flicks away to a jagged HWF logo – underneath it says: “And if you don’t feel like being an honest and good human being… god bless your rotten soul!] [It fades…] [Three white letters fade in – K, O, V – followed shortly by the number 2. As soon as “2” fades onto the screen, the acronym begins to bleed its way down the screen. Reaching the bottom it becomes crimson red. Soon enough, another picture fades onto the screen – the old King of Violence championship, held by none-other than the first King of Violence Champion, John Justice with his arms raised in triumph. A blazing fire – one that was inside of an upside-down Lion’s Den style cage, replaces his image. A clip of Michael Trey’s “Burn in Hell” match plays, showing The Saint falling into the flaming pit below him… Vic Williams is then shown, being held in a noose and raised up above the ring… an empty scaffold suspended above a pool of water…] Tim: Welcome to KING OF VIOLENCE!!!! Jeff: Violence PERSONIFIED!!!!! [What fades onto the screen next is a picture of an unfortunate hardcore legend, fallen in the line of duty – Trevor Lasek, laying in his hospital bed, still in a coma after all these months. A voice-over kicks in as the scene fades into clips of an old Trevor Lasek match – Renegade versus Lasek at Holy Night in Lasek’s famed “Ultimate Deathmatch”.] V/O: One of the true kings of the sport was the Canadian you see in front of you now – Trevor Lasek. The Trey’s and the Sterling’s of this business marched forward like armies of old, taking everyone and everything in their paths –enemies, titles, respect… everything. However, those who jerk the curtains entertain you so much more than the juggernauts of professional wrestling. They give you more than we could ever envision. These individuals think up things that are too crazy for normal people to imagine; yet they receive nothing for their work except a few “oohs” and “aahs”. No titles. No enemies. No top standings… never, BUT… have you ever tried to ask one of them if they cared? If you do, they will answer with a shrug and nothing more. These men are the true Kings of hardcore, not the people that we have seen in the Main Events. Hardcore – loving this sport and loving the fans to the point where nothing else matters. That is the true definition of hardcore… and Trevor Lasek was the personification of the word “hardcore”. What he did was for the fans and the fans alone. A true King of Violence was he… get well soon, Trevor Lasek. [The voice over cuts away, being replaced by the sounds of two revving engines. The picture fades in, showing a darkened British Columbia raceway. Two cars are lined up, side by side in the dark night, with their headlights being the only source of light. The engines rumble and like lightning, the cars are off. They speed off down the long strip… fade…] [The next shot is of two men arguing, with a large number of men and women behind both. The same two cars are side-by-side once again, only this time; one is smoking from under the hood. The man closest to the smoking car is shouting so hard that the veins in his neck are all showing in the dim light from headlights. The man on the other side is not quite as angry, but annoyed nonetheless. The man further from the smoking car says a few words, smiles, laughs, and turns his back on the other. He snaps his fingers, sending the rest of the people following to turn and proceed behind him. The man still standing still shakes his head and snaps a few words at the other man’s back. Stopping, the other man spins around at the last remark. His lips begin to move to form a word, but the other beats him to the punch. All the people next to the smoking car charge forward, brandishing various weapons – knives, pipes, chains and the likes. The other group charge as well, armed with the same type of weapons. Blood spills to the ground on both sides; screams of pain, encouragement, hatred, frustration ripple through the air. The groups separate into smaller ones, with a few people fighting in the black of night in each. Throughout this, only the sounds of that particular place are heard. Now, amidst the sounds of war and revenge comes a different sound – music. In the background wafts the techno intro of Linkin Park’s “Points of Authority”]
][Forfeit the game, [From behind the fighting comes three men – A tall man, a shorter one with messy hair and a Hispanic man – Renegade, The Hardcore Hoodlum, and Michael Lawless. They stride through the melee without taking a second glance at the scores of flying fists.] Lawless: The vengeful… Renegade: Their time is near… Lawless: The hated… Spike: Their time will come… Lawless: The dead… Renegade: Their time has passed… Lawless: The violent…
][You love the way I look at you Spike: Their time is now. Lawless: Now is the time for revenge. Now is the time for hatred to be unleashed. Now is the time the dead shall be reawakened. Now is the time the King return to their kingdom… [The three men walk past a set of tents on either side, protecting motorcycles and other cars inside from the elements. Odd lighting casts mangled and disfigured shadows against the outside of the tents. The trio walk in between the tents - now separated from the brawlers. The two shadows of Spike and Michael Lawless show up against the pavilion walls as they walk past. They reach the edge of the tents and continue walking past… but the shadows stop. The shadows detach themselves from their owners and watch as the three men walk away from their darker halves…] Lawless’ Shadow: In a world that has tortured and maimed so many, is there a need to finally title our victims? Victims, the men and women who will walk out of the arena tonight, battered, bruised, and no longer willing to face it once more. Violence, synonymous with the HWF name, for now the victor's of our modern day Christian feast for the lions, is called the King of Violence. Lives will forever be changed, and some will forever be forgotten...all for the sake of violence. Experience can be gained in an event such as this...lessons learned by the hardships of blood spilled. Phoenix, a man who came into this federation with everything to gain and nothing to lose. He rose from the ashes and spread his wings out once more, has now fallen back to Earth, seeking the glory he was once destined for. All that stops his path is one Scott Smith. One more invader of the EWA looking the make a name...one more opportunity awaiting to be grasped. With experience, comes the usage of that knowledge. One weakness Tyler Falcone faces, a man who can no longer remember his past, or his reason for even being in this tourney. This single lack of focus, could be the straw that breaks the camels back, or the key to success...Just one more star, trying to raise himself higher into the heavens. Jonathon Storm, the former "Pop Sensation" is now awaiting his moment to shine once again...no longer being a lackey of boy-band music, his persona has seemed more serious as of late, possibly foreshadowing the sudden moment, where he breaks free from the newest wave of HWF talent and emerges, the King of Violence.
No matter who you are, or what you have done before....it no longer matters.... All that matters now is that there is a wake of carnage lying motionless on the cement floor, for the fans to gawk at...we are no longer performers, we are prisoners, awaiting our executions...my friends the King is waiting for us, it is time to throw more Christians to the lions, Showtime is now...we are in need of a King of Violence... [This shadow separates himself from the tent, following the three ahead of him. His back is shown – shoulder length blonde hair streaked with red and a trench coat covering his body. He begins to turn…]
][You’d like to think you’re never wrong [He turns full circle, meeting the camera with a deadly glare. Eyebrow piercing in his left eye and a pierced lip, wearing a tight black KMFDM shirt is none other than the HWF hardcore legend… ] [Vic Williams.] [He spins – the tail of his trench coat flapping behind him – and walks back towards the massive war between the two drag racing teams. The camera turns toward the other shadow. This shadow begins to pull away form the wall, but the camera switches over instead to Michael Lawless, sitting on the hood of a lowered, bright yellow 2000 Honda Civic, smoking a cigarette.]
][You love the things I say I’ll do Lawless: What else is there to say for such an event? How the hell should I know? I’m not even remotely involved in this federation… I have my eyes set on other things such as the return of the XCW. Although I’m not in tune with this event, it’s message… I can hear loud and clear: Violence. To be a king of violence. To rule over blood and carnage with a raw passion and determination… THAT I understand more clearly than many of those actually competing for this prestigious title from my life inside the many wrestling circuits around the world… Another who understands this is Gary Luger. The XCW’s champion… he now competes for a shot at the HWF championship in this tournament against Night Stalker, Cross and Jon Fuller. Cross and Jon Fuller must know something of hardcore, coming from a fed like the EWA – almost second to the XCW… I don’t know a damn thing about very many of these men except for Gary Luger. What does that say about the choices made by this company? No one knows your future champions… kinda shameful, really. It doesn’t matter, though. This is the proving ground. King of Violence. Once this is all over with… we’ll see who reigns supreme – IF that is, they’re still standing… [The shot flicks back over to Spike’s shadow, running slightly away from the tent he was recently attached to. The misdirected lighting bounces his shadow left and right as he runs, giving away hints of his body and face – but nothing too definite. He reaches another tent, grabbing the side and leaning out, staring out at Renegade and Spike, leaning against Renegade’s car – the Cuda. He breathes softly, deeply, cowering back from the light of the moon. He pulls his head back behind the tent and stares into the camera… but not soon enough. The shot flashes back over to Renegade, sitting in his Barracuda accompanied by Amy in the back seat – stretched out, sleeping.] Renegade: King of Violence...Tag Titles...The HWF. Extreme Measures. Finally, we get our shot. Maybe we deserved one a while ago, but the fact is we deserve it right now also. There are NO tag teams out there that can beat us...fair...Not even the tag team champions, they are hardly that. The Wrecking Crew. New Crew, Old Crew, two jackasses that can barely hang on to the belts, it doesn't matter who we are facing. This is our time to win the titles, and reign as champions. It's all about us, and it’s all about those tag titles. We will go to extreme measures to win, believe me. I may be sick to death of the hardcore division, but that doesn't mean it's left me. I'm not the champ any more, but I'm still violent and hardcore as ever. Anyone who thinks otherwise...you'll pay...
][You love the way I look at you [Lawless returns to the scene in his blue Impreza WRX, accompanied by Spike on his new ride – a black and red 2001 Suzuki Hayabusa 1300. He gives a slight nod to Renegade and Lawless, holding a closed fist out to both of them. In turn, they each tap his fist with their own and drive away, sending smoke and dust clouding. Spike is about to continue where Renegade left off, but… he stops. His mouth is still slightly open – his eyes dart to the right. A sly grin comes over his face, and he calls out to seemingly nothing…] Spike: Care to add something? [For a moment, nothing happens. Spike dismounts the motorcycle, smacking the kickstand with his foot just before the bike falls, steadying it. He turns toward a tent behind him, having a stare-down with nothing but empty space. A chuckle comes from behind the tent…] Spike’s Shadow: So you noticed me at last… Spike: How could I miss? You were watching me plain as day, right there. Spike’s Shadow: So I was. Spike: You going to be watching my match tonight? Spike’s Shadow: You know I will be. I can’t pass up an opportunity to watch two inbred, redneck, hick, piss-ant, pudding eating, clown-punching, cowboy wannabe’s from that lovely state of Texas, get the shit kicked out of them, have their asses handed to them, and have their titles ripped away from their waists, now can I? Spike: Well, since you put it that way... [From behind Spike comes a female voice. A shout, more like. Spike reels, snapping his head toward the sound. Standing not 10 meters away from his Hayabusa is the HWF World Champion, Tempest. A shocked expression creeps over his face, surprise and astonishment biting at his eyes. The surprise fades dimly though. From shock to confusion, and confusion to anger.] Tempest: Hey Spike! Who’re you talking to? Spike: So, the HWF World Champion finally thinks I’m good enough to be seen with her again now that I’ve gotten back to my previous status in the tag ranks! [Tempest looks at him sadly and shuffles her hands a little.] Tempest: No, the HWF World Champion has finally stopped fearing the wrong people. It's... it's a lousy excuse, but after what happened with Trey, I started to feel like it could happen again with my other friends who wrestled. But I know hat's not fair. I can't tar everyone with the same brush because of him. [She steps toward Spike and holds out a hand.] Tempest: And I don't want to lose the people who really are my friends. [Spike glares down at her hand, considering her answer. His cold stare melts away finally and accepts her hand reluctantly.] Spike: You know Tempest... there was once a time where I would have just walked away from something like this and not cared to hear any answer - whether it was the truth or whether it was just a lame excuse. That was back when I thought I could handle anything on my own. I know better now. I need all the friends I can get... [Tempest steps forward and hugs Spike] Tempest: And you have some. I was wrong, and I'm sorry. And I can still say that to you without fear. [A voice calls out, suddenly.] Voice: Aww, now that's touching. [The voice belongs to Chris Davison, who walks on-screen a moment later.] Chris: Glad to see you two are on good terms. [He says that with a genuine smile. Spike tosses a crooked grin at Davison before turning back toward the tent. He searches for a few more seconds, but ends up shaking his head. Turning back to the World champion and the Canadian champion, Spike shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.] Spike: Don't ask... I was just about to get to something important... but I think you two have better things to say about it than I. Final Solution. [Tempest smiles and stands a little straighter.] Tempest: It's an ugly name, for an ugly match, but I suppose in a place like this, only so much beauty could be tolerated. [Davison nodded a little.] Chris: Ugly match, yes... but... it's one I'll enjoy doing, in truth... [He runs a hand through his hair, looking like the situation was intense.] Chris: I've never been in a match like this, but... I know the risks and I'm willing to take them, if it means revenge to this damn problem with Michael and Gavin. [Tempest nods a moment.] Tempest: I never said that I didn't feel it was time for things to get ugly. But you know something? People think I can't do that. People have attributed all things hideous to Trey and Gavin. I think they're going to be surprised at what I can manage. Will they still love me in the morning? I don't know... [Spike gives a little snort to her comment.] Spike: That's not the point of a Final Solution match, now is it? Love has nothing to do with it... Gavin and Trey? No love towards you. You and Chris? No love towards Gavin and Trey. What you all want... is that gold belt you wear around your waist, Tempest. You want to keep it and they all want to take it from you... including Chris. Unless of course, you're having second thoughts about becoming World Champion... eh Chris? [Davison raised an eyebrow.] Chris: I'm not trying to take anything from Tempest, Spike. [Davison shook his head.] Chris: I'm not trying to take it from her. I'm trying to keep it from Gavin and Trey. I would be happy just to see her walk out with it... but it's a bittersweet way to go in any case... [Tempest sighs] Tempest: It's a no win situation. My defense of my title is tarnished by the fact that I've kept something form him. His shot at it is tarnished by the fact that he must take it from me, and our revenge is tarnished by the fact that if we manage to eliminate our enemies we will be in an untenable situation. Like I said... a very ugly match. [Spike winces slightly, shaking his head.] Spike: Have you ever considered the possibility that one of you will be knocked out of the match? I mean, you guys are the second last people to be underestimating anyone... me being the last person who should do that. What happens if Trey and Gavin manage to take out you or Chris, Tempest? [Tempest smiles a little.] Tempest: First off, I don't know about Chris, but I'd rather prove our point and hurt them badly, even if it meant being the last two and maybe being stripped of a belt. If either of us goes first though, the other keeps going. If I go and Chris is in there alone then I'd be happy for him to come out a new world champion. Contrary to popular belief there are things more important than this belt and he's one of them. Having good friends who I can stand by is another one. [Tempest gives Spike another good squeeze before stepping away with Chris. Chris waves his hand toward Spike, giving him the “OK” to continue. Both he and Tempest meld away into the shadows, as Spike becomes the main focus. He takes one last look over at the tent, shaking his head.] Spike: There are Kings of violence… and there are Masters of it. [Wind blows past…] Spike: There are Masters of pain… and there are servants of it. [The sound of arch rivals fighting grows louder - the screams of pain, victory, defeat] Spike: Servants… Masters… Kings… all one and the same.
][Forfeit the game - stop the talk show Spike: The HWF has turn a new leaf from broken, scarred and fallen legends to young, new, up-and-coming stars. Although this new breed of future superstars has arisen in the HWF… we must all take our moments to reflect on the past. Forgetting the past simply means that we forget how we have become this way, and thus… forget ourselves. This cannot happen… ever. If we do not know who WE are how will anyone else understand what we stand for, and why we do the things we do? They won’t - and that, dropouts, will be our downfall. Take this time to remember your past. Take this time to bow your head in respect… to think of what has MADE YOU. [He pauses.] Spike: Now that the sentimental portion of this promo is over… brace yourselves. Finally, the first King of Violence will be topped… by its successor. The night is upon us. The rulers of violence are here. Now, open your eyes… and prepare to crown your new king. Ladies and gentlemen… Hardcore Productions, the Hardcore Wrestling Federation, and I proudly bring to you the most violent Pay Per View I guarantee you will see this side of the Pacific ocean… KING OF VIOLENCE TWO!! [A slow motion shot of Vic Williams wading through the clash of enemies fades onto the screen when Spike says the name of the Pay Per View. Fades out with his coat flapping backwards…] [July 1, 2001 | 7:59 p.m.] [Fade to the B.C. Place in Vancouver, B.C, Canada. Fireworks fills the arena as we cut to Jeff and Tim at ringside.] Tim: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the single largest HWF Pay Per View since... since God knows what! Jeff: Welcome to King of Violence 2! Where we will see one man walk out tonight as the King of Violence with a shot at the World Title on September 2 at Indecent Exposure 2001!! [The show now cuts backstage where we see Gary Luger walking down the corridor, his bag slung over his shoulder. He's dressed casually, looking relaxed and he still has his red Oakleys on. He turns the corner and finds his locker room. he just opens the door and is walking in when Tony Bradshaw walks round the corner and hurries over to Gary.] Tony Bradshaw: Excuse me, Gary, is it OK if we got a few minutes of your time? [Gary just casually throws his bag over onto the floor, and nods over at Tony - beckoning him to sit down in one of the seats, before filling himself a glass of water and offering to get Tony Bradshaw one as well, which Tony declines. Then Gary makes his way over to the seats and sits down opposite Tony and takes a sip of hs water.] Tony Bradshaw: I hope this isn't any trouble or anything, Gary. We truly wouldn't want to intrude on your preparations for what you have to do later on tonight. Gary Luger: Don't worry about it, Tony. Tony Bradshaw: OK. First of all, Gary, I guess I have to go with the obvious question of what you think of your chances tonight in the tournament. Gary Luger: *nods* Yeah, it is a bit of a lame question really, *they both laugh* I wouln't have shown up here tonight and agreed to take part in the tournament if I didn't truly believe that I could go all the way and win the damn thing. I'd even go as far as to say that I am actually expecting to win it. Some people have been saying that it is the overconfidence of youth and inexperience, others say it is all an outward show to try and intimidate others. It couldn't be further from the truth than those two though, it really is because in my years as a wrestler I have been through so much, and only now am I really beginning to truly appreciate what I am capable of. It makes me shudder at times when I think of what I can do with the talent that is within me. Tony Bradshaw: Yeah, I do get the feeling that you are extremely relaxed going into this event. You seem laid back to the point of being horizontal, Gary. Does it not worry you that the fans will perceive that as you not putting forth 100% effort and that they may think that you don't really care about your performance out there? Gary Luger: No, that doesn't worry me at all, Tony. I think the fans have a lot more intelligence than you are giving them credit there. I'm sure they realise that this is just the way which I have become accustomed to preparing for big events, that I am not panicking or anything like that. I think that once they see me get out there, in front of the thousands of fans, that they will realise that I am totally pumped for the King of Violence tournament. In the eyes lies the route to a man's soul. Never has that phrase been more true than in my case tonight. Right now they tell you I am relaxed, resting easy in my soul and safe in the knowledge that I will not let myself down tonight. But as soon as you see me step through that curtain and make my way down to the ring a little later on tonight, they will just exude intensity, motivation and still more confidence in what lies ahead. I have nothing to fear, no mountain is too great, no path too hard to tread, and no obstacle immovable. Whatever lies between me and my goal will be just mean that the fans get more value for their money as they will then get to see me overcome that as well. Tony Bradshaw: And now, Gary, a question that is begging to be asked after what we witnessed last night. What is up with Cross? What did you write on that note to him that pissed him off so much? Gary Luger: Well it wasn't anything that I wrote on the note that really annoyed him I don't think. There wasn't anything significant written on there. I think that Cross had been waiting for a moment like that since he arrived here in the HWF and this little situation proved to be the perfect opportunuty for Cross to return to his old ways. Old habits die hard, they say and it is certainly true. Lets just for his sake that another of his old habits is being able to walk after being run down by a train, because if not then he is going to struggle tonight. Tony Bradshaw: *nods* Well thank you for your time, Gary, it's been good of you to grant us the time to do that. Gary Luger: Not at all, Tony. It's always a pleasure. [Gary leans back in his seat and takes a long sip of his glass of water as Tony Bradshaw leaves the room.] Tim: Folks, we have the first KoV2 Quarter Finals match up coming up. [The sound of wind is heard followed by the sound of a guitar. The lights dim to a dull red color, the color of dried blood. A chill runs through crowd as a single flame appears in the center of the stage. As the song picks up, the flame grows and grows. Suddenly as the song picks up fully, the stage explodes in gray and black pyrotechnics. As the smoke clears, the flame remains on the stage as Night Stalker, clad in a black trenchcoat and black sunglasses, walks out. He walks to the flame and blows it out then walks down the ramp. Stalker climbs the ring steps and enters the ring. He walks to the far corner and leans against it, waiting for the match to start.] Tim: Night Stalker looking ready for this confrontation in the King of Violence tournament... [The lights slowly fade to black. The crowd goes into a frenzy as two blue spotlights dance around the arena. As they hit the top of the entranceway, all goes silent. As all eyes focus on the entrance way, the first few chords of Metallica's "No Leaf Clover" blast throughout the arena. As smoke, and two blue streams of fireworks appear, Cross the American Nightmare steps out from behind the black curtain. The lights come back on, and the two steady blue streams of fireworks stop. However, the smoke remains and seems to follow Cross down to the ringside area, though with each step the smoke slowly starts to fade away until Cross is ringside. After walking up the steps and leaping over the top rope, Cross makes his way to the center of the ring and awaits the arrival of Fuller and Luger.] Tim: And Night Stalker's partner, Cross, has entered the ring! Jeff: Whoopity frickin' doo. [Over the PA system starts the opening riff of "Full Nelson". As it gets to the chorus, Gary Luger appears from behind the curtain. He stands in the entrance way for a while, looking round at the fans, and then runs down to the ring, sliding in and getting up in the middle of the ring. He raises both arms in the air in a clenched fist salute, before running over to the corner and jumping up to the top turnbuckle to salute the fans. Then he does a back-flip back down to the mat again, turning to look at Cross and Night Stalker already in the ring.] Tim: And we're waiting on Jon Fuller! [The crowd is near silent, when all of a sudden, Kid Rock’s ‘Cowboy’ hits over the PA. The fans rise to their feet, as Jon emerges from the entrance. He pauses at the top of the stage, raising both arms into the air and receiving more cheers from the fans, before striding down to ringside, and slapping the fans hands along the way. Jon then climbs the steel stairs onto the ring apron, where he pauses once again. Mr. Jon-Tastic then gives a mock salute to the crowd, before stepping through the ropes and trotting around the squared circle. He jumps onto the second turnbuckle, raising his arms into the air once more, as the bell sounds and the match gets underway.] 
Tim: Here we go! [Luger starts out with Night Stalker, and the two tie up. Night Stalker takes over with a headlock, but Luger backs him to the ropes and shoots him to the opposing ones. On Stalker's way back, he hits a shoulderblock on Luger. Luger goes down and Stalker backs to the ropes, but Luger stays down on Stalker's return. When Stalker runs back yet again, Luger jumps for the leapfrog, but is caught in powerbomb position. Thinking very quickly, he manages to shove his legs to one side of Stalker's head and drive him with a sudden, high-angle DDT.] Tim: Gary Luger is already impressing tonight! [Luger picks up Stalker and backs him to the ropes, then leaps high with a side kick to the face. Stalker drops, and Luger immediately climbs the turnbuckles in his corner. He reaches down and tags Fuller in, then leaps high into the air, executing a perfect 450 splash. Fuller comes in with a high kneedrop to the face and he covers Stalker.] [One... ...Two - kickout!] Tim: Barely a two count, Stalker's staying in there... [Fuller picks Stalker up and whips him to the ropes, then charges in after him to hit a heavy knee to the gut. With Stalker doubled over, Fuller turns and hits a knee to the side of the head, dropping the big man. Fuller pulls Stalker up, but is met with a punch to the stomach and a sudden snap suplex.] Tim: Stalker's taking control now... Jeff: *sigh* I can predict what you're gonna say next... [Stalker whips Fuller to the corner, and charges in with a huge body splash. Fuller staggers into a waiting chancery from Stalker, who lifts Fuller, spins and drops him over one shoulder, and completes the maneuver by driving Fuller into the canvas with a powerslam. He hooks the leg for the cover.] [One... ...Two... kickout!] Tim: And-- Tim & Jeff: "Fuller's still in there!" [Silence.] Tim: Don't do that again. [Stalker reaches over to tag Cross, who draws his hand back and wipes his brow innocently. Stalker glares at Cross, but is whirled around by Fuller into a boot and a DDT. Fuller picks Stalker up and gutwrench suplexes the big man in quite a show of power.] Tim: Very nice gutwrench suplex by Mr. Jon-Tastic! [Fuller tags in to Luger, who immediately ascends to the top. Fuller picks up Stalker and hooks on a side slam, then drives him with a pendulum backbreaker. Stalker only hits the canvas before getting hit with a picture-perfect moonsault from Gary Luger.] Jeff: I hate to admit it - but that was niiiiice. [Luger pulls Stalker up and goes for the Irish whip, but Stalker reverses. On Luger's return, Night Stalker goes for the Light of Dawn, but Luger breaks free. Turning, Stalker is met with a quick kick to the stomach and a cradle DDT, also known as...] Tim: The Defining Moment! [Luger drops down for the cover.] [One... ...Two... ...Three!] [The count isn't even finished as Cross charges in. He grabs Luger, locks in a headscissors, and drives him into the canvas with a vicious powerbomb that rocks the ring. Luger's face contorts in agony and Cross lifts up Gary in a vertical suplex. In a show of innovation, Cross drops Luger face-first onto his own waiting knee.] Tim: Facecrusher by Cross! Luger's getting pummeled! [Fuller charges in from nowhere, and kicks Cross in the back. He staggers forward into a wheel kick by Luger. The two whip Cross to the ropes and go for a double back bodydrop...] Tim: No! Cross held on with a double chancery! [And Cross comes back down with an AMAZING double DDT that sends each man right into the canvas. Jon-Tastic rolls away to the apron as Cross locks up a vertical suplex, and then...] Tim: ENDLESS! ENDLESS! [The high-impact maneuver lands Luger right on his head, and Cross covers, all the time keeping his eyes closely trained on Fuller.] [One... ...Two... ...Three!] Jeff: How is this guy winning?! [Cross ducks a charging clothesline from Fuller, but Fuller scores a superkick to the jaw of the American Nightmare. It staggers Cross, and Fuller delivers a second superkick. That too staggers Cross. Fuller takes a running start and charges in with a rolling lariat, dropping Cross to the mat. Immediately, Fuller climbs to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a swandive headbutt, catching Cross full-on in the shoulder.] Tim: Jon Fuller is taking the advantage on the big man! Jeff: I wish your commentary wasn't so generic. [Fuller locks up a suplex on Cross, and attempts to lift him, but it is blocked. Fuller tries again, but it is blocked. Cross lifts Fuller into position for the Endless.] Tim: This could be over! [Fuller slides down Cross' back, and in the blink of an eye, locks in a three-quarter facelock, runs up the turnbuckles and DRIVES Cross with an Acid Drop-like maneuver.] Tim: Innovation by Fuller leads to the save and narrow escape of the Endless! [Fuller lifts Cross up and backs him to the corner, taking three stiff chops in succession at Cross' chest. Cross shoves Fuller into the corner and returns the favor with even stiffer chops. Fuller and Cross take it to the center of the ring, where Fuller whips Cross to the ropes. On Cross' return, Fuller tries for a tornado lariat, but Cross ducks. On the way back, Fuller turns around just in time to see Cross execute a very precise Yakuza kick that catches Fuller in the face. Fuller drops like a rock as Cross goes for the cover.] [One... ...Two... ...Thr-- kickout!] Tim: That kick almost got Cross the victory! [Cross lifts Fuller up and backs him to the ropes, whipping him. Fuller reverses, and on Cross' return, Fuller hits a front dropkick that doubles the big man over. Jon lands on his back and drives both of his heels into Cross' jaw, snapping his head backward.] Tim: Good GOD! That may have caused permanent damage! Jeff: We can only pray. [Fuller gets back to his feet as Cross shakes off the shock from the double heel kick to the face. Fuller boots Cross in the stomach and looks to be calling for the J-Bomb.] JefF: Fuller, there is no way you can pull that move off... [Amazingly, Fuller gets Cross up a bit, but Cross pulls one leg out from underneath Fuller. Fuller tries for the enzuigiri, but Cross ducks and Fuller lands on his stomach. Fuller bounds back to his feet, charging Cross with a spear, but Cross thinks fast - ducking and locking in a chancery. He uses Fuller's own momentum to lift and spin the spear into a vertical suplex... and then drives Fuller's head into the ground by converting it into a tombstone.] Tim: OH MY GOD! A SPINNING ENDLESS! Jeff: HE JUST KILLED JON FULLER! [Cross drops down for the pin, hooking the leg.] [One... ...Two... ...Three!] Tim: Your winner, and the man that advances in the King of Violence tournament - is Cross! Jeff: I don't believe this... [Metallica's "No Leaf Clover" is heard blaring loudly as the American Nightmare looks at Fuller's barely-moving form. Without a word, he turns and exits the ring, walking up the ramp and leaving Fuller alone in the ring, dazed from the maneuver.] Tim: I guess Michael Trey is ready to do an interview... Jeff: Great! Let's cut backstage! Tim: ... wait, I'm getting word that he's not here yet. He's on the phone lines.... Jeff: Hmmm... that's different. Tim: Yup... now, our friends at AT&T will connect our call. Jeff: Okay Regis. [A little bit of static crackles over the phone line and finally we hear Michael's voice. A picture and a caption pop up on the screen overlapping Tim and Jeff at the announce table.] Michael: Hey guys... things been all right there without me? Jeff: Not too bad, Michael... but a lot better now! Tim: Kissass. Jeff: TIM! Don't waste Michael's time! Michael: Yes, Tim.... Tim: ... I can't believe this. Jeff: So, Michael, where are you? Michael: Well, as you well know, I taped a radio show Friday night in Ohio that just aired yesterday. After that I had to fly to wrestle in the Wrestling God tournament and then fly to wrestle at FWF's Pay Per View, Drunk With Power. While I was there, I got a few minor injuries and had to stay to get them taken care of. We missed the flight because of it and decided to stay the night and just take a later flight. Claire and I are on our way to the arena now, and if traffic picks up then we should be there any minute. Jeff: You didn't forget your trademark weapon that you get to bring, did you? Michael: Come on, Jeff. I'm a veteran here. Tim: Some veteran. Jeff: SHHHH. Now, Michael... I'm just dying to know... who do you think is going to be the big challenger after you win the belt tonight? Tim: After he wins? He hasn't even won it yet. Jeff: But he WILL. Tim: You don't KNOW that. Jeff: I have faith in The Greatest. Michael: As you should, Jeff... I really see Jonathon Storm or Cross as the next person to step up and challenge Gavin and I. Phoenix has the talent... but he's lost faith in himself again. I almost feel bad for him... then I remember what he did to me. Honestly it all depends on who wins their half of the brackets tonight... Storm or Cross. Jeff: Cross hasn't impressed me yet. Any reason why he impresses you? Michael: Yeah. I was in EWA... he's a tough bastard, that's undeniable. He's really the only EWA guy in the thing with a chance to win. Tim: Hey Michael, mind explaining why you were at the shrink again? Michael: I suppose not... it was doctor's orders. No big deal. Nothing you need to worry about. Tim: Yeah, right. Michael: Really... there isn't a problem. Jeff: How long until you get to the arena? Michael: I don't know. Should be too much longer though guys. Anyway, I think that you'll all enjoy my weapon very much, and you should be in for a huge match tonight. Absolutely nothing is going to be spared and I know I'll be out there to give it my all. Tim: *mutters* for the title... Michael: Tim... you're getting on my nerves. Jeff, smack him. [Jeff smacks him. Tim glares at Jeff, but he points out at the camera, saying that Michael told him to do it.] Michael: Thanks... now, guys... well... I've got a bit of a surprise for you. I'm not going to tell you over the phone, I'll wait until we get there. Jeff: I hate surprises.... Michael: Too bad... this is one hell of a surprise though. I can barely believe it myself. Tim: Great... keeping us in suspense. Michael: It looks like we're going through a short tunnel. I'll be there soon guys, and I know you'll be ready for me in all my hardcore glory. [The other end fizzles out and goes dead. Tim and Jeff look at each other and shrug.] [Up on the Extream Screen, a shot of Jason Roberts standing in a hallway in the bowels of the arena is shown. Roberts, who is right in front of a locker room door labeled "Inner Circle," glances up and down the corridor for a few seconds as if looking for someone. After a few moments, Phoenix turns a corner and walks down the hall. Phoenix has the Smackdown Belt around his waist and a big turkey sandwich in his hand. Phoenix takes a decent sized bite out of the sandwich as approaches Jason, shooting him a hard glance in the process. As Phoenix goes to open the locker room door, Jason cuts him off.] Roberts: Care if I get a quick word with you Phoenix? Phoenix: I'm trying to enjoy my meal before my match, so if you have to talk to me, make it quick. Roberts: Alright then. First off, how do you see your chances of winning tonight's tournament? [Phoenix laughs to himself for a second and then holds his sandwich up if front of Roberts.] Phoenix: How am I going to do in the tournament? Haha, that's good. But let me ask you a question first. Do you see my sandwich right here? Roberts: Um, yeah. Phoenix: That's good, because my night's not going to get better than this concoction of turkey and bread. For one, getting this sandwich was practically the first thing I did after I came to the arena today. I came in, I put my bag in my room, and I got me some turkey from the buffet line. Now, it's the not best sandwich I've ever had, but it's decent. And sadly, this is probably the best thing that's gonna happen to me tonight. I doubt I'm gonna do anything memorable. I feel pretty comfortable saying I'm not going to be able to come up with some way to first defend the Smackdown Title and then secondly, hopefully tack this career killer on someone else and let them take it from me. And I sure as hell know I'm not going to walk away from this tournament as the winner. That much I'm sure of. Roberts: Well then, how far do you think you'll advance? [Phoenix shakes his head and rolls his eyes as a look of concern crosses his face, disappearing as soon as it forms.] Phoenix: I'm not getting out of the first round, end of story. I'm just hoping it's Scott that gets eliminated before me. That way, I can end my night on a positive note knowing I'm the second worst guy in the HWF instead of the absolute worst. In fact, I like the sound of that. Ladies and gentlemen, introducing your Smackdown Champion and not the worst wrestler in the HWF, Phoenix. Yeah, that has a nice ring to it, doesn't it, Jason? Roberts: Don't you think you're selling yourself a little short there Phoenix? I know you usually don't hold newcomers to the HWF in the highest regards and The Inner Circle isn't on the best of terms with members of the EWA Elite right now, but you seem to be giving Enigma and Jackson Blaze a lot of credit. Why the change of heart? Phoenix: No, you were right the first time. I usually don't think too much of newcomers and I don't like the Elite, plain and simple. Nothing annoys me more than someone rookie who waltzes into our locker room and starts running his mouth about how he's the greatest and how he's gonna be the newest unstoppable force in the company. And wouldn't you know it, they usually go and lose a string of matches before they get their head on straight. After they suffer a few defeats, lose a lot of blood, and find their place in the federation, that's when I respect them. And right on cue, Enigma and Blaze are doing all the rookie talking and just like before, I don't have a lot of respect for them. I just don't see how people can go around claiming how they can dominate guys they've never fought before. But those two guys have something a little extra that most newcomers don't have, a backbone. Rather than just talking, they actually came out and stuck up for themselves last night. And let's face it, with only some chairs, a Singapore cane, and a birthday cake, those two did a number on Scott and me. If you throw in all of the other toys that Collins is going to give us in whatever death match he's planning for us, I just foresee more of the same, only with a lot more blood left on the mat when we're done. I'm just going to go out there and hope I can wear them down enough to help Jon out if he has to go against them. He's my pick to win this thing, so why not help him out if I can? Roberts: Speaking of Storm, I have one more question for you. Phoenix: That's nice because I'm all out of answers. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a sandwich to eat. [Phoenix takes another bite out of his sandwich as he opens up the Inner Circle's locker room and steps inside, Roberts just watching him as he does.] [The lights go dim in the arena as the music hits the PA system. Blue and green lights start flickering to the beat and a spotlight appears on stage. Enigma stands appears there, with her arms crossed staring off into the distance. He walks down the aisle and slides headfirst into the ring. Enigma walks to one of the turnbuckles, and stands on it, staring at the stage waiting for his opponent.] [The lights slam to black, as a reddish-orange strobing effect hits the ring. The 'tron' lights up with a logo in a blood red, dripping font reading, "AM I EVIL?". Metallica's "Am I Evil?" kicks in, as the tron flashes to a shot of maching showing a dropping vital sign. Blaze walks out, extending both arms outward, crucifixion style.] [A red pyro goes off as 'Natural Born Killaz' hits, and Scott Smith walks out, with an intense look on his face. More pyro goes off, and Scott turns around, and raises his arms into the air, as the fans cheer for him. He then walks onto the steel steps, but not before shaking a few lucky fans' hands. He stands on the steel steps, and throws his hands into the air, as the fans give another rousing cheer. He then goes into the ring, stepping inbetween the first and second ropes. He bounces off of the ropes, in anticipation for the match.] ["Close The Door" by Prong hits the speakers as the fans begin to boo. After a few moments, Phoenix walks through the curtains wearing torn black corduroy shorts and his sleeveless Zero shirt, the Smackdown Belt in hand. He walks to the front of the stage to survey the crowd for a moment before raising the belt into the air which causes the fan reaction to increase. Phoenix then begins the slow walk down to the ring. When he gets there, he tosses the belt over the ropes and into the ring and then slides in after it. He walks over to it, picks it up, and hoists it into the air once again as the crowd continues to boo. Phoenix then hands the belt to a ring attendant and walks toward one corner of the ring.]
 [Smith and Blaze start in the ring. Blaze runs at Smith and knocks him back with a forearm to Smith's face. Smith grabs at his face, and drops down. He does a legsweep and knocks Blaze onto his back by taking his legs out from under him. Blaze quickly rolls over onto his belly and gets up. He grabs Smith and whips him into the ropes. Blaze sticks his head down and as Smith comes back, he kicks Blaze in the head, then whips him into the ropes. Smith grabs Blaze on the return and drops him with a neckbreaker. Smith gets up and helps Blaze up before attempting a short arm clothesline. Blaze ducks the clothesline and gets in behind Smith and locks on. Smith elbows at Blaze, but Blaze quickly hoists Smith up and gives him a belly to back over head suplex to Smith. Blaze gets up and grabs Smith and yanks him to his feet.] Jeff: Blaze is going to win. Tim: It’s early on in the match, how can you tell? Jeff: I can tell because you aren’t agreeing with me. [ Blaze kicks Smith in the midsection as Smith lowers himself. Blaze grabs ahold of Smith's right arm and wraps it around his own head. Blaze hoists up Smith and nails him with a Brainbuster. Blaze quickly rolls to his front side and lifts himself up. Smith lies on the ground badly hurt as he holds himself. Blaze starts to kick away at Smith. Blaze smiles as he walks over to the corner and ducks down awaiting Smith to get up. Smith slowly holds his midsection as he slowly staggers to his feet and shakes his head from side to side trying to come back to reality. He turns around only to be met with an enormous Spear from Blaze as both men go down. Blaze lands on top of Smith as Blaze hooks the leg of Smith and goes for the cover. ] One... Two... Thr...Kickout [ Smith kicks out at the last second as Blaze gets up holding Smith by the hair hoisting Smith up. Blaze punches Smith in the side of the face with a closed fist. Smith rocks back as Blaze swings Smith into the corner. Blaze ducks as Smith stops at the last second and kicks Blaze in the side of the shoulder sending Blaze to lift his head only to be met by a short clothesline by Smith sending Blaze down to the ground. Smith falls to his feet as both men lay in tremendous pain ] Tim: You rarely make sense ya know. Jeff: Screw you buddy. Blaze is strong. Tim: He’s a wrestler you moron, of course he’s strong. [Smith crawls his way to his corner, slowly but surely and Blaze jolts up and scrambles to his. They each tag in their partners and Enigma is burning hot. Enigma quickly clotheslines Phoenix and scop slams Scott Smith to the outside of the ring. Smith lays on his back as Phoenix gets double teamed by Enigma and Blaze. They whips Phoenix into the ropes, and on the return give him a double gut wrench powerbomb. Scott Smith is seen climbing on to his side of the ring and he stays there in his corner as Blaze leaves the ring tired. Enigma goes to work on Phoenix's knee with a series of chops and kicks. Enigma whips Phoenix into the corner and follows him and nails a big boot to the back of his head. Phoenix crumples in the corner. Enigma grabs Phoenix's leg and pulls him up, then ducks down and gives Phoenix a dragon screw. Phoenix grabs his left knee in pain and Enigma walks around him. Enigma grabs Phoenix by the head and lifts him up, and stuff's Phoenix's head between his legs. Enigma wraps his arms around Phoenix's midsection and lifts Phoenix up before driving him down and falling over onto the mat with a power bomb. Both men lay there, and both start moving to get to their corners for another tag. Phoenix shows the first signs of life.] Jeff: GO PHOENIX!!!! Tim: I thought you were cheering for Blaze? [Phoenix slowly starts crawling towards Smith. Enigma looks behind and sees Phoenix about to tag into Smith. Enigma launches as much as he can as he tags in Blaze who rushes out. Phoenix makes the tag as Smith dangles through the ropes and ducks a clothesline by Blaze. Blaze turns around only to be met by a vicious right kick to the side of his leg. Blaze limps down to hold his leg as Smith kicks Blaze once again. Smith lifts up Blaze and chops him in the chest sending echoes throughout the arena. The fans fully behind Smith as he kicks Blaze in the midsection and flips over Blaze's hand and ties his hand in between him own legs. Smith lifts up Blaze for a Pumphandle Slam only to hold Blaze in the air and quickly wrap his arm around the neck of Blaze holding him up and landing an enormous Brainbuster on Blaze. Blaze rolls around to his front side holding the back of his neck. Smith gets up to an enormous pop from the crowd as he walks towards Blaze ] Tim: Blaze doesn’t look good now. Jeff: He’ll co,e back of course, he always does. Tim: He’s from EWA ya know. [Smith taunts to the crowd and gets them going even more and then he picks up Blaze by his head. Blaze musters a punch to the gut of Smith and that sends Smith over. Blaze regains some composure and knees Smith in the face and then in the gut to keep him bent over before delivering a beautiful evenflow DDT. Blaze sits up as Smith grabs his face and kicks his feet on the mat. Blaze stands on one knee and pulls Smith up with him. Blaze grabs Smith like a whip but then out stretches his arm and slams it into Smith for a short arm clothesline. Blaze makes the cover.] One... Two.... Thr...KICKOUT! [Smith kicks out and pushes Blaze off of him and gets up looking mad. He races over to his corner to tag in Phoenix, but Blaze grabs his leg and pulls him away. Blaze quickly grabs Smith's head and gives him a cradle suplex and releases. Blaze tags in Enigma.] Jeff: Yes I know he is from EWA. He’s the best they have. Tim: Some would beg to differ from you. Jeff: Let them beg and those that differ and wrong. Tim: I hate you. [Enigma walks over to a fallen Smith. The crowd get behind Smith as Smith slowly gets up. Enigma throws a hard right punch to the face of Smith. Enigma lifts up Smith over his head into a Firemans carry and does a quick pivot and executes a beautiful Michinoku Driver sending Smith down into an awkward position. Enigma goes for the cover ] One... Two.... Thr..KICKOUT! [Enigma is beside himself as Smith kicked out. Enigma gets to his feet and walks to the corner and ducks under the middle rope and starts to ascend to the top rope. Smith slowly gets up one knee and slowly tries get up. Enigma perched on the top rope awaits Smith. Smith slowly up to his feet and turns around. Enigma flies off the top rope with a huge cross body block as both men hit to the ground. Enigma lands on top of Smith but Smith uses some leverage with all the momentum of Enigma and reverses as the referee makes a quick cover. ] One... Tw...KICKOUT! [Enigma kicks outs as Smith rolls off of him. Enigma quickly gets up furious. He starts to kick away at Smith who tries to cover himself. Enigma comes down with a hard elbow to the back of the head of Smith. Enigma rolls Smith over and goes for the cover.] One.. T...KICKOUT! [Enigma getting more and more enraged, gets up and stares down Smith who tries to get up. Scott gets to his knees and slowly to one foot. Enigma just stares him down. Smith runs at Enigma, but Enigma moves and grabs Smith from behind in a sleeper type move. Smith stops and squirms for a while. Enigma uses the hold and throws Smith to the ground. Smith gets up confused and Enigma quickly launches him in an Olympic Slam. Enigma makes the cover.] One… Two… THREE! [Scott Smith is eliminated. Enigma stands up and wanders over to Blaze and tags him in. Enigma falls out of the ring, tired. Blaze and Phoenix enter the ring. Phoenix looks mad but he’s all, alone. Phoenix runs at Blaze and sends him flying with a big boot.] Jeff: *drop jawed still* I can’t believe that Phoenix is alone! Tim: Why not? I think he’s a big boy and can take care of himself. Jeff: I bet you wish he was a “big boy” for other reasons. Tim: You sick bastard, that’s not what I was implying. [ Blaze rocks to the ground as Phoenix just smiles. Phoenix walks over to a fallen Blaze and grabs him by the head and lifts him up reverses him into a reverse DDT sending Blaze to the ground once again. Phoenix lifts himself up once again and swings off of the ropes and jumps with a huge leg drop onto the throat of Blaze. Phoenix goes for the quick cover ] One.. Tw...KICKOUT!!! [Blaze jolts out with a kickout. Phoenix gets to his feet his feet and lifts up Blaze into a body slam position. Phoenix walks over to the corner and scoops Blaze's feet over the top ropes into the Tree of Woe. Blaze tries to unhook himself to no avail. Phoenix goes to the opposite end of the ring and runs towards Blaze and plants a devastating baseball slide into the face of Blaze sending Blaze's neck quickly snapping back. Phoenix gets up quickly and lifts a fallen Blaze up so hes sitting on the top ropes. Phoenix climbs the ropes and places Blaze's arm around his neck. Phoenix lifts up Blaze and superplex's him off the top rope ] Tim: HOLY SHIT! Jeff: WHOOOOOOOO! THAT RULED! Tim: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS BRUTAL! Jeff: So? IT FUCKIN’ ROCKED! [ Both men lay on the mat as Phoenix holds his back slowly getting up. Phoenix awaits for Blaze go get up. Phoenix taunts at Blaze as he gets up. Blaze in excruciating pain. Phoenix grabs ahold of Blaze by the head and puts him between his arm and reverses him and executes an Inverted Implant DDT. Phoenix goes for the cover ] One... Two... Three... Tim: Now it is down to just Enigma and Phoenix. Jeff: Wow you observant jackass. Phoenix is going to win for sure. Tim: Sure he is, but I like both men’s chances. Jeff: Stupid fool you are, you can’t even make up your mind as to who will win. [Enigma comes running out as Phoenix gets up. Enigma sends Phoenix back across the ring with a massive clothesline from hell. Phoenix gets to his feet slowly and Enigma charges from the other side of the ring for a spear. Phoenix moves out of the way and Enigma hits the ropes and bounces back. Phoenix takes advantage and drops Enigma with a reverse bulldog. ] Jeff: See? Phoenix will win. Tim: It isn’t over yet. Jeff: TRAITOR!! YOU WANT EWA TO ADVANCE!!! Tim: They aren’t EWA now. They are in the HWF. [Enigma gets up and Phoenix whips him into the corner. Enigma collapses in the turnbuckle area for rest. Phoenix runs into him with a stiff shoulder. Phoenix quickly sets Enigma on the top turnbuckle, and Phoenix climbs to the second. He latches on to Enigma and goes to drive him down with a superplex, but Enigma twists in mid air and lands on his stomach then flips violently onto his back. Enigma’s hand falls across Phoenix’s chest. Phoenix’s hand is draped across Enigma’s chest and both are not moving and breathing heavily. The referee drops to make the count.] One... Two... Three! Tim: WHAT?!? Jeff: Did Phoenix win??? Tim: Who won and who lost?!?! [Double Pin!!] Tim: The referee just told me it is a double pin??? Jeff: THAT MEANS NEITHER WIN! Tim: It also means that neither lose because they were pinned at the same time, so both will advance. Jeff: Stupid cheap EWA Elite bastards. Tim: OH SHUT UP JEFF! [As the scene cuts to the back we see Shawn Collins walking down one of the back hallways, passing many of the locker room doors. Passing one he stops and turns quick as he hears him name silently called. His hands up in defense he looks ready for anything. Hearing his name being called again he realizes how feminine the voice sounds. This time hearing the source Shawn walks over to a cracked open door. The camera stationed to his side doesn’t show who talking to Collins. As we see the door open wider Collins expression turns to one of shock.] Collins: You? Hey how are you? [The voice keeping quiet picks up a happy tone.] Mysterious Female: I’m okay...well as good as I can be for now. I’m sorry about this whole thing I’m trying to keep a low profile. [Collins shaking his head.] Collins: Yeah I know what you mean, it’s understood. [The voice takes on a note of seriousness.] Female: Looks Shawn, I need your help okay? This whole thing is going too far. [Shaking his head in agreement Shawn doesn’t need to speak.] Female: You know more then more then anyone about this whole thing can you help me out here? Collins: I honestly don’t know how I can help. Female: I need to know more, so I can understand what’s going on okay? [Collins lowering his head thinks for a second.] Collins: I can give you a name. If you want some real help then this is your man okay? [Taking a piece of paper out of his pocket Shawn writes down something and hands it inside of the door.] Shawn: Getting his help will be easy, finding him will be a nightmare. Female: Let me worry about that. So, if I come up with something...will you help me? Shawn: I owe him that much, yes I will. [The word: "YESTERDAY" comes up on the Extream Screen. The scene starts in an arena. All the seats are empty and the lights are kind of dim, and the place looks deserted. Well, except for the two people in the wrestling ring set up in there. Upon closer inspection, it is seen that the two people in the ring are Inferna and Silky. At the moment, Inferna is holding Silky down in a body scissors.] Inferna: "Tap out!" Silky: "Grr... mmm... rrr... " Silky fights to drag himself toward the ropes, wheezing as he tries to take in air... [Inferna tightens her grip around him and tries to keep him from inching towards the rope.] [Silky's eyes bulge from his head as the last of the air passes from him, and he looks as though he is about to tap... but stops at the last moment, and moves his hand out of view, near Inferna's lower body... the camera focuses on her look of surprise...] [Inferna's legs loosen up a little in her surprise. Silky takes this opportunity to take a deep breath, and slip an arm in between her legs to keep them form tightening again completely... As he attempts to get to his feet before she recovers... Inferna suddenly lets go of him completely and gets off him. Silky stands, stretching his back, and looks at her confused...] Silky: "Babe? What's up?" She looks at him with an unreadable expression. "That wasn't fair." [He groans a little, still trying to fix his ribs....] Silky: "Honey, you gotta be ready for anything!" He starts walking over to her... "Though, if anyone else in that tournament tries that move, I'll break their damn neck... contract or no..." [Inferna sighs.] Silky: "What?" She begins to stretch her legs. "I don't know why I'm even bothering with this." Silky: "With what? training? I told ya, if you quit, we can GET work elsewhere. This place isn't the only fed in town, y'know." Inferna shrugs. "I know that. I just meant, I don't know if I even belong in the tournament." She lets out another sigh. "What if the only reason I'm in it, is because Jonathan Storm pulled some strings for me?" Silky: "Why? Baby, you have ALWAYS been world title caliber, and what strings can Storm pull? You've had more wins here than he has... the guy might as well come to the ring with a mop. And who else do you have to face? Havoc? He's still the joke Mayhem was, now with a whole NEW ugly mask!" Inferna gives him a half smile. "If I'm so 'world title caliber,' why haven't I ever had a World Title belt around me." She stops to think for a second. "And last night doesn't count, I meant a title belt that I have earned." Silky: "Oh, you EARNED that belt... heh... though, that was AFTER you had it on...." Smiles deviously, and pecks her on the nose... Inferna: "Steve! I'm being serious." Yet, a small playful smiling is playing on her lips. Silky: "Seriously though, babe... We got all these losers form EWA that the hired to try and fill out the PATHETIC roster here.. it's obvious the fed is faltering... who else do they have worth putting that belt on? Or giving the KOV trophy to?" Inferna: "I guess, you might be right." Inferna looks at him and smiles sweetly. Then she knocks him to the floor with a knee sweep. Silky: "Hell, the only competition you'll have in the tournament is Storm, and you already proved you've got him wrapped..." He's cut off as the world drops out from under him... Inferna giggles as looks at him down on the floor. "That was for the sneaky trick you pulled to get out of my body scissors." [He sits up quickly, grabbing her waist band and pulling her down on top of him...] Silky: "You haven't even BEGUN to see my 'sneaky tricks'..." he smiles, kissing her. She kisses him back. Her left hand moving up to caress his face. Suddenly she looks at the engagement ring on her hand. Inferna: "You know, I really should take this off before I step in the ring on Sunday." He runs a hand through her hair. "Yeah, probably a good idea... grrr.. was hoping you'd never take it off, though..." She laughs slightly. "I wouldn't want to get any blood on it." Silky: "Mmmm... yeah... heh..." [She kisses him again. Then she moves her hands until they are on his shoulders and holds them down to the mat slightly. He opens one eye, quickly...] Silky: "Hmey..." he tries to say, still with his lips pressed to hers... [He wraps an arm around her, clutching her hip, and rolls her, so that their positions are reversed. Now she opens her eyes.] Silky: "Were you trying to pin me? And I thought I was the one with the sneaky tricks?" She looks at him innocently. "What are you talking about? All I was trying to do was kiss you." Silky: "Hmmm..." starts kissing her again, and wraps his arms around her, putting his weight toward her upper body. Her legs wrap around his waist and begin to squeeze again tightly. Silky: "Mmmmph..." He feels the constricting thighs around his diaphragm, squeezing the air out of him, and begins to work his hands onto her, pinning them to the mat. She uses her legs to help her flip him over and she is able to toll on top of him, still squeezing him. Silky: "GAH.... watch the back! Just cause it's feelin' better doesn't mean I want YOU tearin' it out of shape again..." Inferna quickly lets go of him and looks at him with concern. "Oh Baby, I'm sorry. I forgot. Are you okay?" He rolls her over quickly, and hooks one of her legs... "Am now!" He says with a smile. [Inferna narrows her eyes and then is able to get out from his pin.] Inferna: "You are such a cheater! I'm glad I'm not facing you." Silky: "Heh, so is everyone else in the tournament! I cheat NICE with you! You know though, you feel a little stiff... what say we go home, and I loosen you up a tad?" Inferna thinks about it for a minute. "But I haven't won the match yet." He smiles widely.... "Well, how you gonna win the match? I think you're outmatched..." Inferna's mouth opens wide and her eyes narrow with anger. "Oh really?" Silky: "Heh... yeah, I think so... I mean, I'm no Phoenix..." he snickers to himself derisively... "But I think I'm a little too much for you to handle..." [She grabs his arm and hip tosses him back down to the ground. Then she gets on top of him and applies the Firepit on him.] Inferna: "Tap out." Silky: "GRrrrrr...... AH!" he taps emphatically, for the first time in his career. Inferna holds him for a little while longer, just for emphasis, before she finally lets him go. Inferna stands up and surveys the damage she just caused. Inferna: "Now, we can go." [He rolls away, clutching his arm, and looks at her with a strange expression, almost anger, before the expression softens and he stands, shaking out his arm and walks, hesitantly to her side...] Silky: "Well, let's go then... you wanna drive??" A small smile plays on Inferna's lips. "Yay! I won the match and I get to drive?" She looks sympathetically at him, holding his arm. "I told you not to get me mad." She leans over and kisses him. "I promise to make it up to you, okay?" Silky: "Mmm... alright. I forgive you then. Let's go. And be CAREFUL with the Cobra! I just got the paint retouched!" Inferna giggles. "I promise not to crash it... all that much." Silky: "Grrrrr...." He nips at her neck... "I may make it tough for you... I owe you a little something from the ride up here... " She giggles again. "It's your car." Silky: "And you're my baby... mmm... let's go." [The scene fades.] Tim: Well, speaking of Havoc and Inferna. That brings us to our next Quarter Finals match! Jeff: Yes it does. [Through out the arena the lights fade out as the twisted melodic beginning of Marilyn Manson’s "Sweet Dreams" plays. From the center of the arena floor, a door begins to open, emmitting a blinding blue beam of light straight up to the ceiling. Walking up from the hole, by what looks like a set of stairs, comes Havoc. Stepping onto the ramp he waits, letting the light of the spot almost absorb him. Smiling, Havoc steps out of the light and as he walks down to the ring, the blue light going out behind him is replaced in the ring with a red spot shooting straight down. Through the darkness Havoc walks to the ring, and climbing the steps, he enters the ring by stepping over the ropes. Walking into the light of the red beam Havoc truly looks like a monster, as he begins to laugh. The lights go back on, and Havoc pulls off his bladed trenchcoat, laying it in the corner.] Jeff: That dude... is a... monster... Tim: Well said. ["Get Born Again" hits overhead, as the fans rise to their feet. Streak appears from behind the curtain, the fans reacting to him with resounding cheers. Streak begins to make his way down to the ring, stopping every so often to look out into the crowd, and show HIS appreciation. He reaches the ring, and slides under the bottom rope, awaiting the match to begin.] Tim: I don't think we have to worry about Havoc and Streak getting along too well... [The lights suddenly go out. There is nothing but darkness and silence until "Just a Girl" is suddenly blasted over the speakers. A huge wall of fire just shoots up from the ground and Inferna appears behind it, wearing her trademark tight red halter top, short black hot pants, and black leather boots. The wall of flames lowers slowly in front of her and Inferna sexily strides down the ramp to the ring. She jumps up onto the apron in one fluid motion and turns to face the crowd and she give the audience one of her extremely sexy smiles. Then she turns right back around and holding on to the top rope, she flips into the ring. She stands in the middle of the ring listening to all the cheers and catcalls and whistles from the crowd. She gives Tim and Jeff a sexy wink and blows a kiss to the crowd, which is met with even louder catcalls and whistles. She then narrows her eyes from the glare to search the crowd for a second and smiles brightly as if she found who she was looking for. Then she walks to her corner and sits on the top of the turnbuckle to await the beginning of the match.] Jeff: Hot.. DAMN! Tim: Well said, once again. ["Thunder Kiss 65" starts to play loudly over the PA system as the house lights slowly start to dim.The curtains in the back swing open and out Johnny Thunder steps.The very second he makes eye contact with the crowd, he points to the left and the houselights shines brightly into the crowd on the left of him.He then turns and points to the right and once again the houselights shine into the crowd on the right side of him.He then brings both arms into his chest and with his right hand, he pounds his chest three times before quickly making his way down towards the ring.While in the process of making his way to the ring, he removes his shirt and tosses it into the crowd right before he slides into the ring.Once inside the ring, he quickly goes over to the far left corner, climbs up and sits on the top turnbuckle and waits for the match to begin.] Tim: We have all the competitors in the ring and we're ready to go.
 [*Ding, Ding, Ding*] Jeff: Quick Fact, Tim: Inferna is the smallest competitor in the ring by ten inches and one hundred and eighteen pounds. Tim: That would seem to be quite the disadvantage, but as we've seen in the past, Inferna destroys all limits and expectations. [Havoc and Johnny Thunder are the men who will start the match. They come together in a lock up. Havoc shoves Thunder back, into his corner.] Tim: Speaking of size advantages, Havoc has a big advantage over John Thunder. Jeff: Who? Tim: Johnny Thunder. Jeff: Oh! JOHNNY Thunder... [Tim sighs, as the action in the ring picks up. Havoc whips Thunder across the ring and waits for him to come back. Havoc plants a boot to Thunder's stomach. Havoc grabs Thunder in a gutwrench, lifting him up into a Canadian back break rack. Havoc holds Johnny on his shoulder for a while, taunting the crowd and even his own partner, Streak. Havoc then walks forward and drops Johnny on his head with a modified inverted Emerald Fushion!!] Tim: MAN! Havoc showing his strength! [Havoc immediately grabs Thunder by the head and pulls him to his feet. Havoc thrusts Thunder into a standing head scissors, then hooks both arms. Havoc lifts Thunder vertical and turns 180 degrees, dropping Johnny with a double underhook suplex!] Jeff: Johnny had better get some offense in here, in a hurry! [Havoc gets back to his feet, shaking his head at Thunder. Havoc yells at Thunder, "Get the fuck up!", commanding a deep glance from Johnny Thunder. Thunder shakes off the suplex and gets up, only to be knocked back down with a big right hand. Thunder is right back up in Havoc's face again, but Havoc scoops him up and picks the smaller man up above his head. Havoc turns to allow everyone see Thunder in the gorilla press before tossing him over the top rope and into the railing!!] Jeff: Christ! [Havoc slowly steps over the top rope and drops the floor. Havoc walks to the railing, grabbing Thunder by the head. He rolls Thunder into the ring, then grabs a nearby chair and tosses it into the ring. Havoc slides under the ropes, crawling towards Thunder. Thunder is on his side, showing great pain. Havoc grabs him and lifts him up by the neck, receiving a swift kick to the groin! The fans cheer as Thunder connects with a right hand to the jaw, then grabs the chair and jabs the leg into Havoc's chest. Thunder turns it around and swings, drilling Havoc over the head with the chair!! Havoc stumbles backwards, kept up by the ropes.] Tim: Way to go Thunder! Jeff: What are you, his cheerleader? [Thunder runs at Havoc with the chair and plows into him, knocking both men over the ropes and crashing to the floor.] Tim: What a shot from Johnny Thunder! Jeff: *sarcastically* Gimme a T, H, U, N, D, E, R... What's that spell? KISSASS! [Johnny Thunder back into the ring after getting himself off the ground. He extends his hand to Inferna who politely tags in. Inferna takes a moment to survey the situation.] Tim: What's she waiting for? Jeff: Havoc's her free ride, Tim! She doesn't know whether to keep him on her side or not! Tim: You got all that from just looking at her for a second? Jeff: I know women, Tim. Every little thought, every little nook and cranny, every... Tim: OKAY! Enough, already. I get it. [Inferna makes her minds up and runs to the corner and dropkicks Streak, who was spaced out in the corner. Streak falls to the floor, but lands on his feet. He slides under the ropes and stands, towering over Inferna by exactly a foot.] Tim: I bet Inferna is rethinking her decision now... Jeff: You better believe it. [Inferna, however, doesn't seem intimidated in the least. She just reaches up and slaps the taste out of Streak mouth!!] Tim: GOOD GOD! What a slap! Jeff: Inferna just made Streak her bitch! [Streak grabs Inferna by the throat with two hands, causing Inferna's eyes to go wide. Streak lifts her up by her throat, staring into her eyes with anger. *CRACK!* Inferna is dropped to her feet and Streak is bent over, hurt. Standing behind him is Havoc, holding the steel chair.] Jeff: What a SOUND! [Havoc shows a smirk, happy with his work. Havoc then brings the chair above his head and slams it across Streak's back! Streak drops to a knee. Havoc swings the chair again and slams it across his back once again. Streak falls face first to the mat, but Havoc isn't satified. Havoc raises the chair again and slams it across Streak's back. Havoc goes to bring the chair up again, but Johnny Thunder has seen enough grabs the chair. Havoc turns to Thunder, who has turned the chair around, and is nailed with the chair once again. Havoc stumbles back, then is drilled with another chair shot from Johnny Thunder. Thunder sees the chair is started to slow the big man, quickly swinging and connecting - count `em - three times! The third brings the man built like a redwood tree tumbling to his back.] Tim: This match is starting to heat up! Havoc has beaten his own partner, Streak, into a vegetable-like state with a chair, Inferna bitch-slapped Streak, and there has been a combination of twelve chair-related maneuvers so far in this match! Jeff: Nice note keeping. Tim: Thank you. Jeff: Anytime. [Johnny Thunder jumps on top of Havoc and makes the cover.] [One... two... kickout!] Tim: HAVOC KICKED OUT! HE'S UNHUMAN! Jeff: Duh! I could have told you that, Timmy. [Inferna also sees opportunity and rolls over Streak and makes the cover.] [One... two... Johnny Thunder pulls Inferna off of Streak!] Jeff: What IS this?! [Inferna is completely PO'ed, looking at Thunder in dismay. Johnny can only reply in the nicest of fashion, "I can't let you win like that." Inferna doesn't seem too keen of his reason, standing up and slapping Thunder!] Jeff: OH! OH! YES! Two for the price of one, here tonight! [Thunder turns away from Inferna, not willing to fight her.] Tim: We don't have a single team who is acting like a team! Havoc and Streak are definitely adamantly not supporters of the other, while Inferna is slapping Johnny Thunder, who appears to be the only person wanting a fair win! [Thunder picks up Havoc by the head, kicking him in the gut for good measure. Johnny hooks on a front chancery and swings, landing a swinging neckbreaker on Havoc. Johnny again goes for the cover.] [One.. two.. kickout!] Jeff: Havoc has endurance like none other. [Fans begin stand and point, causing the camera to search for something.] Tim: What's going on? Jeff: Look! [The camera goes to the aisleway, finding the Hardcore Wrestling Federation Owner, Chaz Manson, standing -arms crossed- and observing the action.] Tim: Chaz Manson is here! But why? Jeff: Good question.. [Inferna, meanwhile, has laid into Streak with kicks to his ribs. Inferna goes to the turnbuckle, ascending to the top. Streak slowly moves, getting to his feet in an unsure wobble. He turns, lost in his own world, as Inferna leaps off the top rope. Inferna catches Streak's head between her legs, swinging around and lands a picture perfect hurricanrana!] Tim: What athleticism from Inferna! [Inferna crawls on top of Streak, making the cover.] [One... two... kickout!] Jeff: Streak kicks out at two! He's not too shabby either, Tim. Tim: I never said he was. Jeff: Yeah, right. You doubted him from the minute he got here. Tim: What the hell are you talking about? Jeff: I know what I know, Tim. [Inferna seems a bit surprised that Streak kicked out, but quickly locks on an arm bar submission!!] Tim: FIREPIT! Inferna may make Streak tap! [Streak shows some pain, but quickly gets to his knees. Inferna hangs on as she is lifted by Streak. The arm bar is let go off as Streak lifts Inferna up over his head, then drops her across his shoulder, and slams her to the mat all in one fluid motion!] Tim: What a slam by Streak! Jeff: He's beating up a chick, Tim! That's not cool. [Havoc has taken control of the situation with Johnny Thunder, backing him into the corner with punches and kicks. Havoc thrusts Thunder into a standing head scissors, lifting him up without much problem. Havoc then throws Johnny down with a powerbomb into the turnbuckle!!] Tim: Good God! Jeff: Tim! Chaz is smiling after that move! [As the camera switches to Manson, it is true that Chaz is smiling. Havoc goes to set Thunder to the turnbuckle, giving Chaz another smirk.] Tim: Why is Chaz out here?! He is apparently checking up on Havoc! Jeff: That's it! Chaz is the guy behind Havoc! Tim: WHAT?! NO! It couldn't be... could it? Jeff: It makes sense! Who is the last guy we would expect to be controlling Havoc? The man who we haven't seen on camera for MONTHS! Chaz Manson! [Havoc steps up to the middle rope, locking on a loose front chancery. Havoc drops straight back down, driving Thunder down with a DDT from the top rope!!] [HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!] Jeff: KINDNESS!! [One.. two.. three!] Tim: Johnny Thunder is out of the match and... Chaz Manson is CLAPPING! [Havoc looks to Chaz, nodding his head. He turns around, right into a steel chair from Streak!! Havoc is groggy, scooped on Streak's shoulders in a fireman's carry. Streak swings Havoc around and catches his head in a inverted neckbreaker!!] Jeff: THE AFTERMATH!! [One.. two.. three!] Tim: Havoc is out of the match too! [Chaz is upset at the base of aisle. Havoc rolls out of the ring, swearing. Johnny Thunder is outside the ring, still recovering. Havoc takes some aggression out on Thunder, slamming him face first into the railing. Thunder comes back at Havoc, plowing into him. The two men spill over the railing, fighting into the crowd. Chaz turns, happy to see Havoc fighting, and leaves through the curtains. The camera goes back to the ring, where Streak and Inferna are the two left.] Jeff: It's down to Streak and Inferna! [Inferna takes no side routes and kicks Streak in the groin! She backs up a few feet, as he stands back upright. *SMACK!* Inferna lands and incredible super kick to the jaw of Streak, dropping him to the canvas!] Tim: SUPERKICK! [Inferna hurries towards the turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope. Inferna leaps off the top with a corkscrew moonsault, landing it cleanly on Streak!!] Jeff: SPITFIRE MOONSAULT! This could be it! [One... two... th..KICKOUT!] Tim: Streak kicked out! He isn't giving up tonight! [Inferna brings Streak to his feet, landing two quick kicks to his ribs, she locks on a front chancery. Streak shoves her off and into the ropes, but Inferna catches everyone's attention as she jumps to the second rope and flips back with a Lionsault onto the standing Streak!!] Jeff: Lionsault onto Streak! [One... two... thr..KICKOUT!!!] Tim: HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! [Inferna gets to her feet and goes to the apron, climbing the turnbuckle. She reaches the top and spins her hands around, signaling for the 450 splash.] Jeff: Fireball, here it comes! [Inferna jumps and spins for the 450 but Streak rolls further into the corner, avoiding the impact!] Tim: OH! [Streak gets to his feet, pulling Inferna up by her fiery red hair. He locks on a front chancery, lifting her vertical. He drops her, letting Inferna comes down across his knee with an inverted shoulderbreaker!!] Jeff: NO! [Inferna's body falls limp, as Streak rolls her over and hooks the leg.] [One... two... three!!!] Tim: It's over! Streak has won! Streak moves on in the King of Violence tournament! ["Get Born Again" plays as Streak rolls from the ring, going to the back. Inferna rolls out, defeated, holding her shoulder and neck.] Jeff: I love Inferna, but Streak aptly named that move... She's just Shit Outta Luck! [Clubbed to Death by Rob D blares, and out walks VP Shawn Collins, microphone in hand to a mixture of loud cheers and a few boos. He rolls into the ring, doing a few jogging bounces inside the ring before calming everyone down so he may speak.] Collins: Ladies and gentlemen, I would just like to say, Welcome to King Of Violence Two! [A reasonable pop from the BC crowd at the mention of the PPV.] Collins: There's one more special occasion that I'm sure no one here has forgotten, but if you have - you should be shot, buried inside a rotting moose carcass, analy raped by a pack of rabid squirrels... and then slapped for being a dumbass. We're here on this fine Sunday, July first not only to watch this incredible night of violence and blood, but... to celebrate the birthday of our great country - CANADA! [HUGE pop from the Vancouver crowd!] Collins: Now kiddies, with that set aside, I'd like to address another matter. Havoc. [A mixed reaction from the crowd.] Collins: I want to make sure that everyone hears this clearly: I DID NOT bring Havoc out of Mayhem. It wasn't me. I don't-.. [Collins is cut short. The lights in the arena go out, leaving the fans in total darkness, not to mention Shawn Collins. A short while later - about six or seven seconds, the lights come back on. IN front of The Vice President now, is the hulking figure of Havoc! He grabs the microphone away from the stunned Collins.] Havoc: You know something Shawn... you're right! You're not the one. Actually, I've been lying to all these people this whole time- [Collins interrupts him in what sounded like a "but" statement.] Collins: See? I wasn't the one. I was telling the truth! Tell them Havoc, tell them who did it! [Surprisingly, Havoc smiles warmly.] Havoc: Oh Shawn... oh you didn't let me finish!... I HAVE been lying to these people this whole time... but... that really doesn't matter now. Collins: What? Why?! [A trench-coat wearing man bursts form the crowd, sliding into the ring from behind Collins-Vic Williams! He spins the VP around, kicking him in the gut. Vic then drops him with a reverse Russian legsweep - The 3D! Havoc lays in a few good stomps to Shawn's ribs before passing the microphone to Vic.] Vic: Shawn... this nightmare is JUST BEGINNING!!! [Vic throws the microphone down at Shawn and rolls out of the ring, leaving Havoc there to stomp away at Collins for a few more seconds. Havoc follows Vic right after that, leaving Shawn Collins in the middle of the ring. A few officials and an EMT unit come out form the back to check on the VP.] Tim: WHAT THE HELL?! Jeff: ITS VIC! ITS VIC! [We cut backstage... a group of wrestlers are all huddled around something, murmuring to themselves. Tony Bradshaw rushes up to the crowd.] Tony Bradshaw: What's going on guys? [The group merely seperates and turns to look at him. He stares blankly back at them.] Tony: What? Seriously, what's up here? [They just make way for Tony, and he walks to the front of the group. On the wall, a message has been spraypainted in black...]
CHRIS: I FIGURE... A FAKE TITLE FOR A FAKE CHAMPION. TREY [Below that message, Michael's replica Canadian belt has been nailed to the wall, doused in some kind of flammable material, and lit on fire! Tony shakes his head, the flickering flames reflecting off his face as we cut back to the arena.] [The lights fade out slowly, and a humming theme reminiscent of the tune before Chris Jericho's original entrance pulsates slowly. Strobes flash in the entrance, spotlights hover over the crowd, and the people are buzzing with excitement and confusion. Suddenly, Chris Davison's voice is heard over the PA system: "Welcome to the next level."] Tim: Wha..? [Absolute silence... then... BOOM!] Jeff: JESUS! [Pyros EXPLODE straight up, a wall of white sparks showering all over. Suddenly and slowly, lyrics are heard...]
# Roll over monotone...
# There's no need to analyze... ["Monotone" by Splender kicks in, with a HUGE accompaniment of cheers as Chris Davison stands in the entranceway, holding the Canadian Title high overhead. He walks down the rampway, as the chorus plays loudly...]
# I can't handle it, I'm intolerant [Davison enters the ring and poses atop the turnbuckles, holding the belt high. Flashbulbs blaze as he poses, and then he hops down and demands a microphone from the ring announcer. Waiting for the song to die down, Davison leans back on the ropes. The cheering ceases, and he speaks.] Chris Davison: Tonight, there's not just another temporary answer... it's a FINAL SOLUTION. [Huge pop for the hardcore contest.] Chris Davison: I'd be lying if I told you that I'm not looking forward to this. I get to injure Trey and Gavin even more... get to put them through Hell on Earth. And I'm glad about that. [He pauses.] Chris Davison: And there's a reason for this, now, all of it. I've decided... that I must change myself to avoid being stagnant. To change myself to keep Gavin Coens and Michael Trey, along with the rest of the HWF roster, from predicting my every move. And now... I have begun a metamorphosis. [He adjusts his tight crimson t-shirt as he continues.] Chris Davison: The old give way to form the new. This is a fact of life. And I am fully aware of it, via experience. I was pushed aside before in favor of newer things. It is now my time to do the pushing. [Reaching down, he's handed a t-shirt by someone from the outside. It is, in fact, the HWF Shopzone's "My Rules" t-shirt.] Chris Davison: And this. I've forgotten myself too, in some ways. I had to live my life and play the game by everyone else's rules. The loss to the Wrecking Crew opened my eyes. I've been playing this game for years... but I keep getting jerked around. I hardly thought about what I'm doing... if it's okay by everyone else's rules. I've tried to justify myself to Michael Trey and Gavin Coens, of all people. Now... NO MORE. [His sudden yell brings a little bit of buzz.] Chris Davison: Trey, Coens, both of you listen up. I'm not going to play this game by anyone's rules but my own. You hear me? No more fucking around, no more pretending, and no more lies or bullshit. Tonight, it's not someone else's rules I'm playing by.. It's MY OWN. [Davison throws the mic aside and walks from the ring, with the crowd looking on. The scene cuts back to Tim and Jeff.] Tim: And here we are, ready for the third match in the first round of the King of Violence tournament! Jeff: With two of those matches behind us already… I can’t wait to see how the rest will turn out! I’m getting wet just thinking about it! Tim: Uh... ok then... Jeff: Wha, whaddid I say? Tim: Ugh... like I was saying – the third match of the first round is about to begin, with Jonathan Storm and Tyler Falcone taking on Jimmy Jett and one of the HWF’s newcomers, Raine! Jeff: Don’t you find it a little ODD that this “Raine” character is debuting in the very tournament that could boost him to World Title contention? I mean, isn’t that a little… UNFAIR?! Tim: What, you have morals now? Anyways folks, this is Raine with an “I”, not the... Jeff: ...not the sexpot of a gothic GODDESS... Tim: ...not the TALENTED female WRESLTER, we’ve come to know in the HWF here. She’s Rayne, with a “Y”. Jeff: The Y stands for: “Why can’t you just be naked this time?” Tim: Or maybe it’s for: “Why can’t you just SHUT THE FUCK UP?!” [The lights dim and all the crowd is in shock and wonders. Suddenly, right in front of the entrance, a large video wall made up of televisions, rises in front of it. As they slowly turn on one by one in random order, a word can be made out...sort of. Eventually it reads "ICON"...and that's when it happens. Two shots of pyrotechnics straight into the air, and all of a sudden, the sounds of "Loose" by Primer 55 happen, and from a rotating, rising platform, comes Jonathan Storm. He smirks at the crowd, some of them giving him a cheap pop for the fancy entrance. He walks down to the ring arrogantly, dressed in his silver karate gi pants, and his new "Just Deal With It" t-shirt. He slides into the ring, and raises his hands into the air, getting massive heel heat.] Tim: Jon Storm’s been in a lot of controversy these past few weeks here... his meetings with Canadian champion Chris Davison a little while back, his associations with Havoc and Inferna... Jeff: Which was a damn smart move for him, in my opinion. Tim: Well Jeff, nobody asked you. [The lighting dims to darkness again, and as the words 'Y'all gonna make me lose my mind' hit, a yellow spotlight flashes down on the entrance. This allows the audience to see Jimmy Jett standing under the entrance way. His arms remain in then "make a muscle" bodybuilder pose. He quickly opens the fists into his famous "J" picture frame pose with his pointer and middle fingers pointing upward and slightly torward him and his thumbs pointing inward toward his neck. Jimmy then spins around, dropping his arms nodding to the crowd. Jimmy then makes a sprint to the ring, high-fiving fans on his way. He slides in under the bottom rope and quickly stands, climbing a turnbuckle and doing the "J" pose again. He then climbs down, stretching his back on the ropes. He barely even notices Jon Storm’s presence in the ring and looks over at the ramp for the next competitor in the match.] Tim: And one of the EWA stars first in this match for his team, only I’m not too sure how well he’s going to fare... Jeff: And why the hell not? He’s up against another of his EWA buddies, Tyler Falcone, so he should know HIM pretty well, in any case. Tim: That may be so, but neither of them have even bothered to make television appearances. I’ll bet that they didn’t even know about this tournament until a few days ago! Jeff: What, their invitations got lost in the mail? They’re EWA scum… they couldn’t give two flying fucks about the HWF. Tim: Judging from their lack of airtime, this is one of those few moments when I actually agree with you, Jeff. [Jett turns his back, but the second he does, Jon Storm rushes him, drilling Jett’s face into the turnbuckle. He pulls Jett away and whales on the back on his head with some stiff shots before tripping him up onto his stomach. Storm jumps on top of him and grabs his leg for a half crab, pulling up.] Tim: And there goes Storm, taking Jimmy Jett out from behind! What a coward! Jeff: Shut up Tim, or else Jon’s gunna give you the Big Fuck You, too! [The referee tries to separate Storm from Jett, but Storm hangs on, wrenching Jett’s back.] Tim: He’s trying to take Jett out even before the match has started! Jeff: See? He’s not a coward. He’s an opportunist! Tim: And if he’s not careful, he’ll get himself barred from the match! Let him go! [Revolution Man by Union Underground blasts through PA system, and out rushes Tyler Falcone with no flashy pyro or anything – just him booking it down the ramp into the ring.] Tim: Falcone with a hasty entrance! Hurry up Tyler, Jett can’t take much more! Jeff: Take it easy EWA whore! You’ll get yours soon enough! [He slides underneath the bottom ropes and goes right after Storm, trying to get him to release his fellow EWA Elite member. Falcone rushes Storm with a stiff boot to his head, but Storm drops Jett’s leg and slides out of the way. Falcone checks on Jett who is nearly out from the pain, but struggles to his feet. Storm is on the outside, pointing to himself and then at Falcone, saying “You and me, we’re a team. Remember that.” Tyler looks down at Jett and then back over to Jon. Falcone begins to make his way toward Storm, but the lights go out.] Tim: And this is the person we’ve been waiting for to get this match OFFICIALLY underway. Jeff: Yeah, Raine – the male equivalent to Rayne – who oddly enough has the same gimmick as she does! Funny how things like that work out, huh? Tim: Jeff, just commentate... [The opening chords of Type O Negative's "Creepy Green Light" play over the house speakers. After a brief moment, Desiree appears from the backstage area, and remains still under the glow of a lime spotlight for several seconds. Falcone, Storm and Jett all look over at her, waiting for Raine to make his first HWF appearance – and suddenly the lights flick back on without warning.]
 Tim/Jeff: Where the fuck did he come from?! [Behind Tyler Falcone is Raine, poised with a sickly smirk on his face. He reaches up and grabs Falcone’s arms in a Tomikaze, spinning him over to the left. He picks Tyler upside over his shoulder and drops to his ass, drilling Falcone’s head into the canvas with a Vertibreaker!] Jeff: The Shattering! Falcone is D-U-N! Tim: D-u-n? Jeff: Like fucking dinner! [Raine pops to his feet, staring down at Falcone with an expressionless face. He turns his gaze over to Storm, and smiles. Storm raises and eyebrow and quickly slides into the ring, stepping up to meet Raine in the middle of the ring. They stare down, with Storm trash talking Raine nose-to-nose. Raine says nothing, just stares at him. Storm gets angrier and throws a punch. Raine blocks it and fires back with a hard left. Jonathan is rocked backwards, taken off guard by the shot. Raine tosses him to the other ropes and lowers his head for a back bodydrop. Storm counters and kicks Raine in the chest. Raine is back up and takes a stiff chop from Storm.] *WHOO!!* [Storm reaches back and chops Raine again.] *WHOO!!* [Storm chops him again.] *WHOO!!* [Raine charges back with three thick chops of his own, driving Storm back into the corner. Raine whips Storm over to the opposite corner and waits for Storm to hit the turnbuckle. He tags in Jimmy Jett and they proceed to get him up to the top turnbuckle. Jett goes for a hurricanrana off the top, but Storm reverses and drills Jett into the mat with a top rope powerbomb. Jon grabs onto Jett’s leg and turns him over into another half-crab.] Jeff: There it is again! The Big Fuck You! Tap damn it, tap! Tim: These EWA Elite can take a lot more than you think, Jeff. Jeff: I don’t think so, Tim. Tim: Well I do, Al. Jeff: Shut up! [Before Jett taps, Raine plants a kick to the back of Storm’s head and knocks him out of the submission. Raine grabs Storm by the back of the neck and pulls him to his feet. He whips Storm against the ropes, leapfrogging over him. On his way back, Raine grabs onto Jon’s head and flings him over the top ropes. With Raine and the referee turned away, Tyler Falcone slaps his own hand (mimicking a tag) and rushes Raine from behind and locking on a Tomikazee. He spins to the right, hauls Raine up and over his shoulders and drops to his ass, hitting a Vertibreaker in return for Raine’s earlier in the match!] Tim: Revolutionary! Jeff: No, a cheapshot! Tim: That’s what the move’s called. Ass. Jeff: I don’t care what it’s called; it was a damn dirty cheapshot! [Falcone with a cover on Raine – only getting a 2] [Meanwhile, Jon Storm has crawled underneath the ring. Jimmy Jett drops down from the apron to follow him, but Storm has disappeared. A short while later, he appears from underneath the ring on the opposite side, dragging out two tables. He sets one up in a bridge from the apron to the guardrail and slides the other one inside the ring. Storm tries to get back into the ring but the ref blocks him, telling him that Falcone is the legal man. Storm fumes and kicks the bottom ropes. Jett comes in while the ref has his back turned and smacks Falcone in the head with a chairshot!] Tim: Jett with a vicious chairshot to his own EWA Elite member! Jeff: Serve’s ‘em right for having his back turned. This is the King of Violence tournament, all alliances are OFF! [Jett grabs onto Falcone and drags him to the outside, waking Raine up in the process. Raine and Jett beat on Falcone for a little while. Storm looks on, laughing almost.] Tim: And would you look at that – Storm’s taking a break! Jeff: He’s playing it smart. While those other shmucks are off wasting their energy, my buy Jon over there is making SURE he can last the next rounds! Tim: Your “boy”? Jeff: Damn straight, he’s my pick to win! [Jon finally makes a move towards them from inside the ring. He shoves the ref out of the way and runs toward the three on the outside. He reaches the ropes and looks like he’s about to spring over... but he slows right down and leans on the ropes, yawning.] Jeff: HA! [Raine and Jett pick up Falcone and double suplex him onto the concrete. Raine stomps away on Falcone on the outside while Jett goes under the ring for another weapon. Jett pops his head up holding a cookie sheet, and takes the corner of a table right in his forehead. On the inside, Storm picked up the table and stuck it out as Jett was lifting his head back up. Storm grabs onto Jett and pulls him inside the ring. Storm lays a bit of a beating down on Jett before propping him up on the top turnbuckle. Jett begins to fight back, kicking Storm away. Storm charges at Jett and takes a big boot to the face. He charges again, but ducks to the right when Jett kicks and grabs onto his leg. Storm swings his other arm around and twists Jett’s leg, swinging him to the mat with a dragonscrew. He hangs onto Jimmy’s leg and turns him over into a half-crab! Within a few seconds, Jett taps! The ref raises Jon Storm’s arm and helps Jett out of the ring.] Nigel: Jimmy Jett has been eliminated! Tim: It’s down to a handicap match between the team of Tyler Falcone and Jon Storm against Raine! [Raine has had full control of Falcone the entire time, beating him down. Falcone finally manages to strike back and nails Raine with a lowblow. Raine staggers back into the ring post and takes a clothesline from Falcone. Meanwhile, Storm has propped up his other table on the top ropes. Falcone grabs onto Raine and throws him back into the ring. Storm leans back and steps onto the apron, showing he has nothing to do with the fight inside the ring to the ref. Raine groggily gets to his feet and turns around to meet a superkick from Tyler Falcone!] Tim: In The End! Jeff: *makes a noise as if he was just woken up* Wha? It’s finally over? Tim: No, pay attention damn it, this is important! [Raine drops like a sack of bricks and Falcone drops down for the cover.] [ONE...TWO... broken up by Jon Storm?!] Jeff: Jon! Why Jon, why? You could have had it won! Tim: I guess he REALLY doesn’t like Tyler Falcone! [Storm pulls Falcone right up to his feet and hooks on a front chancery. He pulls Falcone up into the air and drills him into the mat with an inverted DDT!] Jeff: Oh, how BITTERSWEET it IS! Tim: Now what is he going to do? [Storm drags Raine on top of Falcone and the ref is forced to make the count.] [ONE... TWO... THREE!] Jeff: Hurray Storm! Onto the second round with you! What a smart man... he took out his partner so that he wouldn’t have to deal with him in the second round! [The referee shakes his head and begins to pull Falcone out of the pile and help him out of the ring, but Storm doesn’t give him the opportunity. Storm drags Raine to his feet and props him up in the corner where he positioned the table earlier. Jon climbs up on the table and hooks Raine in an Argentine Backbreaker Rack and jumps off the top, swinging Raine down with a Michinoku driver through the table bridged across the apron and the guardrail!] Jeff&Tim: HOLY SHIT!!! [The crowd chants in unison with Jeff and Tim in with various chants, H-W-F, Ho-ly Shit, etc, etc. Storm appears from the wreckage dragging Raine behind him. Jon rolls and unconscious Raine into the ring and flips him over onto his back, applying a half-crab.] Jeff: The Big Fuck you! Again! This is the greatest match ever!!! Tim: Please remove your nose from Jonathan Storm’s ass, the smell is getting sickening. [The referee checks Raine, and almost immediately rings the bell, as Raine is no longer able to compete! The bell rings and “Loose” plays, with Nigel back over the PA system.] Nigel: Raine has been eliminated! The winner of this match, Jonathan Storm! [Storm hasn’t let go of The Big Fuck You yet, straining back for no reason but to show off. He finally lets go, throwing Raine’s leg down to the mat. He gets off Raine, giving him a kick for added measure. The ref raises Storm’s arm, but Jonathan yanks it away, raising both his arms anyways. Storm exits the ring, soaking in the boos, taunts and garbage being thrown his way from the crowd.] Tim: Well, that was despicable. Jeff: WHAT?! That was the second greatest thing in the HWF! Tim: What’s the first? Sterling? Jeff: WHAT?! Are you off your rocker? Didn’t you hear? Now Michael Trey is the greatest! Tim: Oh good lord... Jeff: Good Gavin, you mean. Tim: Shut up Jeff. Jeff: I love you too, Tim. [After everyone goes to the back, the lights go down and a blue strobe flashes in time to the opening beats of the Lo-Fidelity Allstars "Battle Flag". At the top of the ramp a small shadow appears silhouetted against the backdrop of flashing blue. Suddenly through a shower of glittering blue and gold sparks, the feminine shape of Tempest flips onto the ramp. The crowd roars as she finishes a series of handsprings with her arms raised and a radiant smile. As the heavier part of the song kicks in and the lights come up, she trots to the ring, slapping hands and greeting the fans. She laughs and accepts a sign form a fan, holding it up for the camera to see. It reads ‘TEMPEST:QUEEN OF VIOLENCE’ She grinned and signed it for the fan before returning it and then trots to the ring and waves, her vivid blue eyes sparkling with mischief and energy. She scales the turnbuckles and raises her hands to chorus of cheers, popping flash bulbs and the beginnings of a chant. She flips back into the ring and lands gracefully then tosses her head, flipping her long coal black locks from her eyes as she’s handed a mic.] Tempest: Friends, Romans, countryman... lend me your ears. I come to bury Michael Trey and Gavin Coens, not to praise them. [Slowly the crowd begins to cheer recognizing the funeral speech of Julius Caesar.] Tim: Wow, and people said the HWF audience wasn’t educated. Jeff: *pffft* They aren’t. They’re cheering because of the way she looks in that rubber suit. Tempest: The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Coens and Trey. [She stops a moment and chuckles.] I have seen the men who supposedly saved the HWF from me. And it sure looks like they’re both men I’ve beaten. It sure looks like a couple of guys so desperate they used me to get back into the main event. [She stops and turns an intent stare to the back.] Tempest: Newsflash Michael, the only reason they care about you is because of me now. The only reason they boo you so loud is because they cheer me louder. [She’s interupted by a huge pop and waits a moment before continuing.] You stopped using the Forgotten One name awhile back, but after tonight, you’ll be needing it again. You mocked me for playing the victim only to take up that label yourselves as if it somehow granted you the right to have the sympathy of a public you spurned. Well, I’m done playing that role. But your time in it is just beginning. You should thank me Michael. You should thank me for giving you one last go ‘round in the HWF. And answer me this... Who will make you important to the fans once I FINISH you?! [The crowd roars as Tempest’s voice rise to a shout. Her chest heaves with agitated breathing.] Tempest: Did I actually here the two of you utter something about justice in the HWF? Gavin feels cheated because he lost this belt in a fair match after winning by way of a chair shot. Trey feels cheated because you don’t love him anymore. Never mind that he wrote you off as stupid for cheering for me. Never mind that he believes no one but him has worked hard enough, suffered long enough or overcome enough to be where I am. The truth hurts Michael, but I overcame you, Gavin and injury both physical and otherwise, to be here. And this is where I stop apologizing. This is where you lose the right to have me explain myself further. Because what we will have tonight is the creation of a new legend... from the ashes of the old ones. If you feel abandoned over a few fan letters you should try having one of your best friends betray you on for size. You dare to say that you did everything to make the people care about the HWF again? [She shakes her head as she leans on the ropes.] No Michael and Gavin.... The only ones who stopped caring about the HWF were you. And the reason was so simple and crass it’s not even funny... it was because you simply didn’t get what you wanted. Trey, the fans abandoned you because someone better DID come along. Someone they could trust. and was open to them. Someone who always had time for them. Someone they knew wouldn’t turn on them. Someone who could be the one thing you can’t: real. And so tonight I will make legends of you and Gavin both. Because everyone knows that a legend is what you have left, when the person behind it... is gone. [The crowd roars as Battle Flag hits the speakers and she mounts the turnbuckles to salute the fans, raising the world title belt over her head.] Tim: Wow, strong words form Tempest wouldn’t you say Jeff?... Jeff? Jeff: mfffp tuzzza... Tim: Jeff, you can come out form under the table now, she wasn’t talking about you. Jeff: *ulp* Is she gone? Tim: Well Jeff, we're just about ready for our next match, which will determine the #1 contenders for the tag titles. The Partners in Crime will take on HWF newcomers, Long Island Hardcore! Jeff: Umm.. I dunno who to root for. Both these teams royally suck. Tim: Hahaha you'll flip a coin, right? [Jeff pulls out a quarter, and flips it.] Jeff: Yep! Let's see here... I'll be rooting for... PARTNERS IN CRIME?! Ugh... Tim: Haha... Jeff, you're a riot. Let's get back to the ring for this one.. [In the ring.... over the PA shouts the words ""It's not my imagination... there's a gun at my back!", and "To Live and Die in New York City" strikes up..] Nigel Rolston: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest, scheduled for one fall, is to determine the #1 contenders for the HWF tag team titles. Introducing first, making their way to the ring, from Westhampton Beach, New York, at a total combined weight of 505 pounds.. Jared Walsh.. C..J.. Nelson.. LONG... ISLAND.. HARDCORE! [With the song playing over the speakers, both members of Long Island Hardcore start to walk down the aisle, joking with fans and amongst themselves. The two climb in and proceed to do a quick game of Paper, Rock, Scissors to decide which of them gets the first shot. The music dies down, and is replaced by the opening rifts of Megadeth's "Countdown to Extinction"] Nigel Rolston: And their opponents: At a total combined weight of 460 pounds.. Greg Bowman and JD Smack, the PARTNERS.. IN CRIME! [Greg and JD walk from backstage and get a mixed reaction from the crowd. No display, then some yellow pyro’s blast out from above the ring and the archway on the stage. JD puts his hands in the air to cheers and Greg walks to the ring. Greg gets onto the apron, as JD struts down the aisle way to cheers from the fans. Greg steps into the ring, and walks over to a turnbuckle. He stands up, points to JD, as he gets into the ring by flipping over the top rope à la Scott Hall. The fans cheer, then Greg taunts for himself and the fans boo. Greg gets off the turnbuckle and steps outside the ring, onto the apron in his corner. JD stretches a bit, then jumps up and down a few times and then shakes his face and is ready.] Tim: Both members of the PiC look like they're ready. Jeff: Yay.. I guess. Best part about these two goons is their theme song. Tim: Uh huh... [DING DING DING] 
[As soon as the bell rings, Bowman starts to step through the ropes. Immediatly Jared and CJ waste no time, clotheslining JD and Bowman from behind, and start hammering away. Jared backs JD into the turnbuckle, whilst CJ does the same to Bowman in the opposite turnbuckle. They keep pounding away at the Partners in Crime, finally Irish whipping both members towards each other. Bowman and JD duck each other and turn around, kicking the respective Long Island Hardcore and follow with clotheslines of their own. Bowman now steps through the ropes, as does Jared, leaving JD and CJ.] Tim: Long Island Hardcore going for the advantage early in the match... Jeff: And it backfired on them. Why? Because they suck. Tim: Say that to their faces, Jeff. Jeff: Uh, no. [CJ and JD lock up, CJ quickly applying a standing armbar and striking JD with a series of elbows. The two men begin to walk slowly around the ring, CJ still locking in the armbar. JD throws a series of right hands to CJ, and wrenching his way out of the lock. He applies a quick wristlock onto CJ, who turns and catches him with an elbow. CJ whips JD into the ropes and telegraphs a back bodydrop, getting a swift kick to the face. CJ's head flies up, and JD dropkicks him, sending him back-first against the turnbuckle. CJ recovers and locks up with JD again, using his size and power to force JD to his knees. CJ drives a knee into his shoulder, then another, and a third. He pulls JD back up, scoops him up, and drops down, impacting JD's shoulder against his outstretched knee. CJ grabs hold of JD's arm and tags in his partner Jared. Jared climbs in the ring and props himself up onto the second rope, jumping off and driving his elbow into the outstretched arm of JD Smack. Jared pulls JD to his feet and whips him into the corner. JD flips over, using the turnbuckle for leverage, and lands on his feet, turning to face Jared. JD dares Jared to try something... Jared runs and jumps with an avalanche, but JD ducks out of the way and Jared's head slams home against the top turnbuckle.] Tim & Jeff: OUCH! [JD slams Jared's head against the turnbuckle, and reaches out, tagging in Bowman! Bowman hits the ring, striking Jared with a right hand. He turns, and catches the entering CJ with another right hand. Bowman turns around and superkicks Jared in the face, dropping him. Again he turns around, and nails the same move on CJ. JD rolls out of the ring, taking a quick break. Bowman grabs CJ and whips him into the ropes, running to the opposite corner and striking out with a flying elbow and sending him rolling outside. He jumps back on his feet and turns to face Jared, who is slowly getting back on his feet, using the ropes. Bowman staggers Jared with a right hand and applies a headlock. Jared backs him into the ropes and shoots him off... as Bowman runs to the ropes, CJ kicks him in the back. Jared sees this opportunity and charges forward, clotheslining Bowman over the top and to the outside. CJ drops off the apron and starts to pound away at Bowman, on the outside.] Tim: Of course, with this being a regular match the referee can initiate the mandatory 10-count... Jeff: But he won't, because this is the HWF, and countouts are for sissies! Tim: Didn't Lance Sterling once-- Jeff: NO! No he did NOT! Perish the thought! [Bowman rolls back in the ring, and is stomped on by Jared. Jared pulls Bowman to his feet and lays into him with a series of swift, stinging right hands, finishing with an elbow and drops him to all fours. Grabbing Bowman by the head, Jared drags him towards his own corner, as CJ steps over the ropes and both start to beat on Bowman. JD climbs in the ring, but the referee sees him and starts yelling, oblivious to LIHC beating down Bowman. CJ climbs back through the ropes as the ref turns around. Jared pulls Bowman to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Bowman ducks and turns around, superkicking Jared. Bowman quickly slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, rolling back in and setting it up. He quickly strikes Jared and whips him, right into the referee! Bowman then turns around and knocks CJ off the ring apron. JD climbs in the ring as Bowman grabs Jared. He whips Jared into the ropes, then lifts him up with a flapjack. JD jumps in the air, locking around Jared's neck and bringing him down onto the chair, crashing it under their impact. Greg and JD hi-five each other, as CJ slides into the ring. Both Partners stomp him, and Bowman pulls him to his feet. He whips CJ into the ropes and flapjacks HIM, JD leaping up and cuttering CJ right on top of Jared. JD runs over to the referee and shakes him, waking him up. Bowman drops down and covers Jared, hooking the leg.] [ONE.... TWO.... THREE!!] Tim: The Partners did it! The Partners in Crime are the #1 contenders! Jeff: Just like I predicted... Tim: Yeah, sure Jeff. Whatever. [The referee raises both Bowman and JD's hands in the air as "Countdown to Extinction" plays again from the PA system.] Nigel Rolston: Here are your winners: PARTNERS... IN CRIME! Tim: Bowman and JD win a hard-fought match against the Long Island Hardcore. Despite a below-average record here, you gotta admit Jeff. These two guys have guts. Jeff: Balls. Tim: What? Jeff: This is Pay Per View, Tim. So they've got goddamn, mothafucking BALLS! Tim: Oookay.... [The fans are all pumped up after that tag team match. People are standing cheering all over the arena as the lights go out. The HWF’s big screen turns on to see a man wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. The lighting isn’t bright enough to see the mans face. He puts a mic to his face and begins to speak.] Hooded Man: HWF, I have been sitting back watching everything go down for a while now. I am here to let everyone know that I am not going to stand for this sh*t much longer. What sh*t you wonder, well when I am ready to inform all of you, you will find out. This place may have some huge talent but everyone is forgetting what the HWF is all about. When I decide to reveal my little identity this place is going to be turnt upside down. I am going to make the HWF pull a 180. The talent pool here is large and has some talent but not the kind that I like. You all try to make this place a technical wrestling fed. But how did the HWF get where it is today. Well it was with matches like the Heaven and Hell match, 4 Pits of Pain, and the Chair Shot Match. Do you see shit like that anymore……no. This place has turnt into a bunch of wrestlers who run from Hardcore. That isn’t going to pull for much longer. Talking to the fans when I get a chance they ask me what happened to the Hardcore in the HARDCORE Wrestling Federation. I just reply that the few true Hardcore wrestlers were pushed out by the up and coming non hardcore talent. What happened to the push for Hardcore wrestlers. The main eventer’s , well most the main eventers are afraid to get hurt. [The man in the hood just shakes his head before he speaks again.] Now HWF this is the first warning I am going to give, I am WATCHING all of you. I am going to watch until I can’t stand not watching hardcore matches in the HWF. When I get to the end of my rope I am going to snap and show this whole damn place what the old school HWF was like. [The man in the hood puts his head down as the big screen fades out to black and has three words fade in. “I AM WATCHING” as the lights come on and the screen goes blank again.] Tim: What the hell was that all about? Jeff: No clue.
[A big blue Ford Expedition pulls into the parking lot backstage. Claire is driving, and Michael is in the passenger seat. He leans over to kiss her on the cheek. She pops the back door of the vehicle and smiles weakly at him as shee gets out. Claire tosses the keys to a nearby HWF employee who quickly slides in behind the wheel. Michael, meanwhile, is getting something out of the back of the car.] Jeff: What is it? What is it? [Michael merely lifts a stack of boxes out of the Expedition and puts them on a push-trolley. He grabs the fake Canadian Replica out of the back too and slings it over his shoulder. He walks up to Claire... she opens the backseat door, and out comes a guy about in his mid-40's. Dark hair, a face that looks older than it probably is. He gets out and smiles, putting his arm around Michael.] Tim: Who the hell....? [Michael smiles shakes his head as the three walk.] Michael: I still can't believe that you showed up at my house Friday night... I mean... this seems like a dream, Dad. Tim: DAD?! Jeff: DAD?! Tim: That can't be! Michael's dad disappeared when he was just a kid! Jeff: Yeah, but we never knew if he was dead or not.... he just disappeared! This is... unbelievable! Michael and Claire are just about to get married and now his dad has shown up.... Tim: ... wow. As surprising as that all is, I'm wondering what's in those boxes and what he plans to do with that replica belt. Jeff: Don't you understand, Tim?! Michael has finally found his father! Tim: Good... now we can tell him what an asshole his son has turned out to be. [Claire, Michael, and Frederick Trey all walk towards the hallways together as we cut to the Extream Screen.] [The scene changes to Lance Sterling's office.] Lance: Earlier this year, the HWF lost one of it's rising stars. A man who left the business before his prime, partly in thanks to that ass filling cracker Johnny Drake. Now, I've been in the ring with this kid, and I've beat him, he's beat me, but I can tell you that I have the utmost respect for him, as he has in return to me. Time: Lance says that to all the guys. Jeff: Yes. After he destroys them like he did with whoever he's talking about! Lance: In March, this man's 6 month contract came to an abrupt end. There was no explaination given. It was as if he just disappeared. Well, as comissioner of the HWF, I've taken it upon myself to conduct secret contract negotiations over the last 2 months. At first, it didn't go so well, but as of yesterday, the HWF regained one of it's former stars. Tim: I wonder who this could be... Jeff: I believe it was you mother. Tim: Oh.. of course. Lance: So this coming Saturday Suicide, this recently signed talent will make his in ring return against Greg Bowman in a match where the stipulations will be announced on the HWF website. Lance: Ladies and gentleman, on the July 7 edition of Saturday Suicide, "The Canadian Killa" Chris Thrilla will make his long awaited return to the ring! [The crowd pops as they hear Chris Thrilla's name. We head back to ringside.]
Tim: Coming off an unusual quater-finals match, both Phoenix AND The Enigma have advanced in the tournament, and will now both face Streak in a triple threat match... Jeff: A glass mat Triple-Threat match! Tim: Exactly, Jeff. The ring is covered with around 3 feet of glass. To win, you must put your opponent through the glass. Jeff: And that of course means... IT'S TIME TO GET VIIIIIOLENT! Tim: Uhh... yeah. That's one way of saying it... [Back in the ring....] Nigel Rolston: The following contest is the Semi-Finals of the King of Violence tournament. The match stipulations are as follows: The ring is covered with a glass mat, 3 feet thick. In order to win, you must put your opponent THROUGH the glass mat. Introducing first, from Middlewhich, England... weighing 203 pounds he is.. The Enigma! [The lights go dim in the arena as "Parrallel Universe" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers hits the PA system. Blue and green lights start flickering to the beat and a spotlight appears on stage. Enigma stands appears there, with his arms crossed staring off into the distance. He walks down the aisle and slides headfirst into the ring. Enigma walks to one of the turnbuckles, and stands on it, staring at the stage waiting for his opponents.] Nigel Rolston: From Santa Cruz, California, weighing 252 pounds, STREAK! ["Get Born Again" hits overhead, as the fans rise to their feet. Streak appears from behind the curtain, the fans reacting to him with resounding cheers. Streak begins to make his way down to the ring, stopping every so often to look out into the crowd, and show HIS appreciation. He reaches the ring, and slides under the bottom rope, awaiting the match to begin.] Nigel Rolston: And finally... from Brockport, New York... weighing 202 pounds.. PHOENIX! ["Close the Door" by Prong hits the speakers and a chorus of boos begins 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 and stands there for a second as the fans begin to boo even louder. As Phoenix hears this, he raises his right hand in the air and then begins to slowly walk down to the ring. When he gets to the apron, he pauses for a second, and then slides into the ring under the bottom rope as themusic fades out.] [Ding... Ding... Ding!] 
[Enigma and Streak instinctively go after Phoenix, grabbing him and nailing him with a couple kicks. Phoenix fights back, knocking Enigma's feet out from under him... them.. whatever. Streak nails Phoenix in the chest, getting him back under control. Enigma, back on his feet, helps Streak whip Phoenix across the ring. On his return, they each grab a leg and drop him with a double spinebuster. Then they both back up against the ropes and each bounce off, nailing him with elbows.] Tim: Streak and Enigma are looking like a well-oiled team here almost. [The minute Tim says that, Streak jumps over Phoenix's downed body, diving at Enigma. Engima sees him coming though and grabs Streak, slamming him into a facebuster on his knee. Streak stumbles back to his feet, holding his face. Enigma waits for Streak to stumble into position... and grabs him again, dropping him to the glass with a side Russian Leg Sweep.] Jeff: Enigma is kicking some ass. They should be happy. Tim: Yeah, but what if one of them bet against him? Jeff: What if you didn't always ask stupid questions? [Streak is on the glass now, but Phoenix is up again and turns Enigma around, lifting him up... and dropping him back onto Streak with a front suplex. Phoenix smiles and runs towards the ropes... and then springboards off with a moonsault onto both men. Nix rolls with the moonsault's momentum and is back on his feet. He picks up Enigma again, giving him a knee to the gut, then backing him against the ropes. He links Enigma's arms around the ropes and gives him three vicious chops, getting a few Ric Flair "whooo"s from the crowd. Then he tries to whip him across the ring, but Enigma reverses, wrenching Phoenix's arm around. Then he pulls the arm beneath Nix's legs and picks him up for a pumphandle slam!] Jeff: Good moves by Enigma! [Enigma tries to put Phoenix in an armbar submission to wear on Phoenix's arm, but Streak is back up and ready to go. He kicks Enigma out of the submission and picks him up, whipping him into the corner. Streak follows him in for a big splash but Enigma gets a boot up to Streak's chin.] Tim: Enigma showing some poise here, squashing an offensive by Streak. [Enigma is right on Streak again, locking his arms around Streak and tossing him with an overhead suplex. Phoenix is on his knees, and as Streak walks by after Enigma, Phoenix gives him a drop toe hold!] Jeff: Phoenix showing some good ring presence here... [Phoenix immediately grabs Streak's legs... he pulls him up for a powerbomb! And then another! A double powerbomb on Streak, and Phoenix locks in a figure four. He holds it and Streak screams in pain after a little bit. Phoenix finally releases it and gets up. Meanwhile, Enigma finally is up to his feet again. Phoenix sees him coming and DDTs him to the mat.] Tim: The Zero is coming back, and that glass is starting to sound a little weak! [Phoenix picks Enigma up first, whipping him into a corner. Nix then picks up Streak to whip him in after Enigma, but Streak reverses the move and the direction, sending Phoenix into the corner opposite Enigma. He looks at Enigma and then at Phoenix, and suddenly both men run right at him!] Jeff: This can't be good for Streak! [At the last second, Streak hits the mat and Phoenix and Enigma run into each other. Both men stumble backwards, and Streak gets to his feet again. He grabs Phoenix from behind and turns, putting him right onto Enigma's shoulders. Engima is too out of it to capitalize with a powerbomb though... Phoenix punches him, punches him again, and then just drops to the mat. They both look at each other and Phoenix nails him with a clothesline that absolutely plants him to the mat. Streak comes back it from his breather, though, and grabs Phoenix by the head, hitting a bulldog!] Jeff: Streak is playing this one pretty smart. Tim: It's what you have to do at this point. [Streak gets up and climbs the turnbuckle, eyeing up Phoenix for a leg drop, but Enigma, on the other end of the ring, dives for the rope and crotches Streak on the ropes. Streak falls to the turnbuckle and then falls into the Tree of Woe....] Tim: And all three are down... [Phoenix and Enigma are up after a moment. Enigma tries to pick Phoenix up in a Fireman's Carry, but Phoenix slides off, reversing it into a.. into a...] Tim: INTO THE ASHES! AND THE GLASS HOLDS! [Phoenix gets up and checks, but the glass still has held. He turns and sees Streak still hung up in the Tree of Woe. Phoenix smirks and backs up into the opposite corner... he runs and does a baseball slide right into Streak's face! Streak flops out and down to the mat.] Jeff: Phoenix is gettin' violent. [Phoenix gets up and tosses Streak out of the ring. Nix runs along the ropes and climbs to the top. He faces out, waiting for Streak to get back up, but Enigma is already up in the ring. He grabs Phoenix, punching him and then he ducks beneath him, carrying him on his shoulders. He turns and slams Phoenix down with an electric chair drop! The glass cracks but doesn't break!] Tim: Wow... I thought this one was over right there! [Streak slides in from the outside and meets up with Enigma. They both grab Phoenix and pick him up. Double Irish Whip, and on the way back, they try to lift him up, but he grabs both their heads for a double DDT!] Tim: Phoenix again! He fights better against both of them than just one! [Nix gets up and rolls Streak onto Enigma. Phoenix climbs the turnbuckle and points at the two of them, yelling.] Tim: Phoenix is up... [Phoenix dives off in a frogslash, putting both men through the glass! It shatters all over and Phoenix gets up, stumbling out of the ring.] [Ding Ding Ding] Tim: Phoenix won! Phoenix advances to the final here in this hard faught match! [The referee raises Phoenix's arm as Phoenix stands outside the ring... the other two are left among the shards in the ring while the camera cuts away.] [Cut to the backstage. Michael Trey and Gavin Coens are seen talking when suddenly the door of their locker room opens and a canister is tossed in hissing wildly. They scramble away from it before they realize that it’s only full of air. Trey reaches down and picks it up. On the can is written, "Oh don’t worry boys. I want you fully conscious for what I have planned later. Not at all nervous are we?"] [As we cut to the ring, Cross' entrance has just completed, and both he and Storm are standing in the ring.]
 Tim: Cross and Jonathan Storm are the only ones left in the bottom half of this King of Violence tournament, and they're set to face off here to see who makes it into the finals! Jeff: EWA vs. HWF at it's finest... I have confidence that Storm will destroy that EWA scum. Tim: Storm doesn't stand a chance... this is a Thumbtacks Galore match! [Storm and Cross eye each other up across the ring for a moment before Storm charges at Cross, trying to balance Cross' size advantage by using speed. Storm nails Cross with a right, another right, and then Cross blocks the third. Storm goes for a left, but Cross grabs Storm's arm and wraps behind him, picking him up in a full nelson and slamming him down to the tack-covered mat.] Jeff: AHH! Tim: It's getting vicious in the semis, Jeff. [Storm lies fairly still to avoid digging the tacks in further. Cross backs up against the ropes and bounces off, going for an elbow to Storm's chest. Storm sits up at the last possible second and Cross just hits the mat. Both men get back to their feet a little slowly, Cross still holding his elbow. Storm grabs Cross' arm and whips him into the ropes.] Jeff: Storm is taking the advantage. [Storm leapfrogs Cross on the way back, letting him bounce off once again before dropping him to the mat with a swinging neckbrecker. Storm is quick back to his feet, pulling Cross with him. Storm hits Cross with two hard uppercuts.] Tim: Smart strategy by Storm here, keeping the heat on. [Storm slams Cross face first into the turnbuckle three times and then backs him into the corner. Storm whips Cross, but a reversal sends Storm into the opposite turnbuckle. Storm bounces out and Cross meets him with a vicious clothesline that sends Storm down to the mat and onto the tacks once again.] Tim: These guys have to be getting stuck all over the place. Jeff: No pain, no gain. [Storm gets to his knees. Cross climbs up the turnbuckle to go for a kick from the top, but Storm is up faster than Cross expected. Jon dives and takes out Cross' legs. Cross falls onto the ropes stomach down, stretched in the corner. Storm kicks Cross in the ribs, using Cross' position to his advantage. After three or four kicks, Storm ducks beneath Cross and grabs him over Storm's shoulders into a fireman's carry position. Storm stands up and then falls to the mat, dropping Cross viciously onto his back. Cross arches his back up as he hits the tacks, trying to scrape the tacks away. Both men are wiped out on the mat.] Jeff: A vicious attack by Storm, but they're both left on the ground. [Cross rolls out to the outside, landing on his feet. He tries to recover. In the ring, Storm is standing and climbs through the ropes onto the apron. He runs, diving off onto Cross and hitting a tornado DDT! Cross' face is driven into the tacks! Storm rolls over for a cover, putting his arm over Cross...] [1... 2... kickout!] Tim: Storm might have had that if he had made a better cover. Jeff: Have confidence... Storm will pull through! [Storm pulls Cross up again and rolls him into the ring. Cross is fast to his feet though and kicks Storm as he slides in, getting a few shots in before pulling Storm to his feet. Cross picks him up and whips him into the ropes. On the return, Cross juts his hand out, palm facing Storm in a stiff punch, nailing Storm in the face with the base of his hand! Storm stumbles back, holding his face.] Tim: Woah... Jeff: ... Storm might have a broken nose and all you say is woah?! This is the IMPACT, the MAN, the MYTH, the ICON! Tim: Woah. [Cross follows up on the advantage, grabbing Storm with a vicious belly to belly suplex! The tacks dig in even further, both men bleeding in assorted spots and tearing up their clothes. Cross adjusts his mask a little bit and looks out at the crowd... they only yell louder. He quickly capitalizes on the fallen Storm by locking in a Dragon Sleeper!] Tim: Dragon Sleeper! Jeff: Come on Storm, hold out! [The ref checks with Storm, who yells 'No', shaking his hand. Cross puts more and more pressure on Storm's body, making the tacks on the mat cut a little deeper into him. Storm still refuses to give up, but is losing more and more energy. Cross finally lets go of the hold. He gets up and tosses a handful of tacks onto Storm's face. He backs up and then nails a knee drop to the face.] Tim: That's gotta hurt! [Cross makes the cover.] [1... 2.... kickout!] [Cross gets up slowly, a little frustrated. He climbs the turnbuckle and pauses at the top, Storm just getting to his knees. The second that Storm is up, Cross dives off for a cross body, but Storm grabs him and turns it into powerslam!] Tim: DID YOU HEAR THAT?! Jeff: Storm out of NOWHERE! [Storm and Cross are both down. The crowd starts up a clap to get them going, and both men start to stir.] Tim: These guys are both drained after already having a tough match... Jeff: Who cares?! GET UP! [They finally stumble to their feet. Cross nails Storm with a right hand, another right... he backs up and bounces off the ropes for a clothesline, but Storm ducks. He comes back off again with another clothesline. This time, Storm ducks and floats around, grabs Cross for a german suplex. Cross blocks it though, manuevering around behind Storm for a german suplex of his own. He releases Storm, but Storm lands on his feet. Cross gets up facing away, and Storm runs up to him. He grabs him in an inverted DDT position!] Tim: What a sequence of reversals there! Jeff: BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY! [Storm hits the Bittersweet Symphony (Inverted DDT Legsweep) on Cross! The ref drops to make the count!] [1... 2... 3! KICKOUT... we can't tell if it was in time!] Tim: Did Storm get him?! Did Cross kick out in time?! Jeff: Storm won it, he had to have! [The ref gets up and signals for the bell!] Tim: STORM DID IT! [Storm's music hits as we cut to the backstage. In the parking lot, a limo has just parked in a Reserved parking space. The limo's lisence plate says "BABL".] Tim: Who could that be? Jeff: You're asking me? [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: One half of Extreme Measures is here, so it must be time for the tag team title match. Jeff: Geez, Tim... I thought you were the one who was always whining for me to read the schedule. Here, you don't even know what the match is until the guys are in the ring. Tim: It was a lead in, Jeff. [An awkward pause from Jeff, then broken by the opening chords of "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson.]
#I wanna thank you mom [The ramp explodes in white pyro, making way for Spike, dragging behind him a... a... A DUMPSTER!!] Tim: It’s the old Teen Angst dumpster! Jeff: This match is sort of a classic, wouldn’t you say? Tim: Except for the fact that it’s not Teen Angst OR the original Wrecking Crew.. [The camera focuses on a band setting up on a stage just to the right of the main entry way. With little hint or preview, the lead guitarist cuts right into a monstrous riff, and the whole band quickly joins in for the beginning to "Bad Little Doggie" as red lights cascade throughout the crowd.]
#Come in with the sunrise
#Your sister can't save ya, she don't know what to do [Buck Williams emerges from the curtain to a thunderous chorus of boos as he smiles and holds the tag title belt high over his head. Rickey Williams follows quickly behind him, obviously not in a good mood, and makes his way quickly inside the ring. Buck takes his time however, and feeds off the hate of the audience while giving a longhorn sign to his band Govt. Mule. Buck then slowly starts to making his way to the ring, sliding in below the bottom rope and mounting the nearest turnbuckle to hold up the tag belt. Rickey seems content to throw his belt to the outside, and pace in the ring.]
#Come in with the sunrise
#Fire can't melt you when your mind's made up [Buck dismounts, and he and Rickey seem to exchange not-so-pleasant words in the ring. Buck beckons for the announcer to throw him the other tag belt that Rickey has discarded to the outside, and quickly goes back to jumping onto the turnbuckles, both belts in hand. Rickey doesn't seemed to pleased with his older brother, while the fans boo more and more at the greedy act. Buck eventually dismounts again, turning towards the challengers.] Tim: It seems all is not right in the Wrecking Crew camp. Jeff: That's the understatement of the year! [*Ding, Ding, Ding*]
 Tim: Well, no time to wait, we're going to find out if the Crew can cope with one another long enough to retain the tag titles. [Buck and Rickey once again trade words, Buck insisting that Rickey starts the match. Rickey seems to be fine with starting the match, coming to meet Spike in the middle of the ring.] Tim: Buck is ordering his own brother around like a peasant. It's sickening. Jeff: Oh, suck it up, Tim. This is how real tag team champions are made, they need a solid leader! [Rickey plants a kick in the midsection of Spike, causing the 'Hardcore Hoodlum' to keel over. Rickey locks on a front chancery, then grabs Spike's waist and lifts him vertical. Rickey holds Spike straight up in the air, hardly even swaying to keep balance.] Tim: 'Big Texas' has held Spike in the air for ten seconds and he still hasn't let him down! [Rickey walks forward, still holding Spike upside down. In Davey Smith fashion, he falls back with a monstrous hanging vertical suplex! Spike arches his back after impact, rolling onto his stomach in pain.] Jeff: Rickey Williams may be as intelligent as a box of plastic bags, but he is one of the strongest bastards in the HWF! Tim: Exactly how intelligent IS a box of plastic bags, Jeff? Jeff: Not very... [Rickey gets to his feet and walks to Spike, pulling him up. Spike retaliates with a massive chop to the chest. It only infuriates Rickey, who nails Spike with one of his own. Spike connects with another, then Rickey. Spike, then Rickey. A total of ten chops are traded, leaving the men's chest fiery red. Spike swings with a right hand, connecting with the jaw of Rickey. Rickey swings at Spike, but the quicker and younger opponent is able to move. Spike spins around an locks on an abdominal stretch.] Tim: Do I see Spike applying an abdominal stretch!? Jeff: That's right up there with Cross's bronco buster! [Spike stretches on Rickey, then in a lightning like flash, he grabs Rickey with his right arm in a front chancery and drops him with a DDT!] Tim: I knew it! He had to be setting a move up! Jeff: Abdominal stretch into DDT.. very creative. [Spike pulls Rickey to his feet, then Irish whips him into the Wrecking Crew corner. Rickey stumbles out as Buck makes the blind tag. Spike rolls up Rickey, but the referee caught the blind tag. Buck comes in an drop a nasty forearm onto Spike, breaking the psuedo-pin. Buck grabs Spike by the head and brings him to his feet, then scoops him onto his shoulder. Buck takes a few steps, then drops Spike onto his knee with a shoulder breaker!] Tim: The Wrecking Crew is just too big for Spike to take on by himself, he needs to tag Renegade. [Buck leaves Spike, going to Rickey who is a bit groggy and getting to his feet. Buck jumps all over Rickey, shooting off his mouth about letting Spike get the better of him. Rickey turns and walks towards his corner, but Buck grabs his shoulder. Rickey yanks his arm away from Buck, going through the ropes to the his corner.] Jeff: Friction between Buck and Rickey already... [Buck swears in disgust, turning to find Spike ready. A superkick reminiscent of Shawn Michaels drops the Texan to his back in a hurry. Spike slowly walks to Renegade, making the tag. The crowd shows some excitement for Renegade, as he steps over the ropes and is on Buck in a hurry. He pulls Buck to his feet, whipping him into the ropes. Buck ducks a clothesline and dives at Rickey, slapping him for the quick tag. Rickey looks at Buck, taken a back by the action. Before he has time to figure it out, Renegade grabs Rickey by the head and brings him in the ring.] Tim: Buck didn't want anything to do with Renegade! Jeff: Can you blame him?! [Renegade nails Rickey with a big right hand, but Rickey is quick to answer with a right hand of his own. The two men trade punches, until Renegade looks to have Rickey on the ropes. Renegade goes for the big haymaker, but Rickey moves out of the way, grabs Renegade by the head and swings, connecting with a swinging neckbreaker!] Tim: ROUGHNECKBREAKER!! [Rickey covers Renegade, hooking his leg.] [One... two... kickout!] Jeff: Two count on Renegade. [Rickey pulls Renegade up and heads towards the Crew's corner. As Rickey reaches the corner, Buck steps away from the apron and to the floor, arguing with a ringside fan. Rickey screams at Buck, but to no avail. Renegade capitalizes on the miscommunication, lifting Rickey into the air and dropping him with a belly to back suplex. Renegade grabs Rickey by the hair and pulls him into the corner with Spike, making the tag to his partner. Spike and Renegade both get in the corner, stomping away at Rickey. The camera switches to Buck who turns to see the action, then quickly turns back to the fan.] Tim: What the HELL is Buck doing?! Jeff: I haven't the slightest idea... [The referee manages to get Renegade out of the ring, making it one on one again. Spike takes Rickey into the center of the ring, just as Buck jumps back to the apron and shouts at Rickey, demanding he tag him in. Spike drops an elbow to the sternum of Rickey in a hurry, then gets back to his feet. Spike brings Rickey up, kicking him in the midsection. Rickey keels over and into a standing head scissors from Spike. Spike gets his hands around Rickey, locking them around his waist. Spike lifts, but Rickey immediately reverses with a high back body drop, up and over the ropes!] Tim: Rickey showing the power! He back body dropped Spike to the outside from damn near the middle of the ring! [Rickey slowly gets to Buck, tagging his brother. Buck, instead of going after Spike, again confronts Rickey as to why it took him so long to tag. Rickey looks bewildered at his brother and shakes his head. Buck drops to the outside, showing disgust towards his brother. Spike is ready for Buck as he makes the turn around the ring. Spike nails a few quick shots, but Buck gives some of his own. Buck and Spike battle toward the dumpster, slamming each other into anything and everything on the way.] Jeff: Here we're going to see where the dumpster comes into play.. [Buck levels Spike with a few rights and tosses him into the side of the dumpster. Spike crumples as he hits and lays there while Buck searches underneath the ring for a weapon. Not satisfied with that, Buck shouts over at Rickey on the other side of the ring. Rickey points at the dumpster and tells him to look inside. Buck gets up on the apron and grabs onto the lid, beginning to pull up. Waking up just then, Spike throws a horrified glance at Buck preparing to reach into the dumpster. Spike scrambles to his feet and runs away from the dumpster for some odd reason, but Buck doesn’t notice.] Jeff: Why the hell is Spike running away? [Buck continues to open the lid... and... BOOM!!! A HUGE explosion blasts from inside the dumpster, engulfing Buck in a fair bit of fire before settling. Buck is flung backwards from the dumpster, skidding across the ring! The camera shot switches over to a laughing Spike, nearly crying from laughing so hard.] Jeff: JESUS H. CHRIST!! Tim: That dumpster just BLEW UP when Buck opened the lid! Spike had the thing rigged all along! [Buck lies on the mat, as Rickey looks on. Spike goes back to the dumpster, reaching inside. Rickey sees him and ducks, ready to run for cover. Instead, Spike carries a ladder from the dumpster, throwing it through the ropes. Spike takes the ladder to the far corner, placing it on the turnbuckle and on the ringpost, securing it. The ladder sticks straight out into the ring, the top hanging furthest from the corner.] Jeff: Spike is going to show some real hardcore tonight! Tim: As opposed the FAKE hardcore we've shown for three years? Jeff: Oh, shut up... [Spike grabs Buck, pulling him to his feet. Buck is still out of it, or so it seems. Spike whips Buck towards the ladder, but Buck comes alive and reverses, sending Spike barrelling into the top of the ladder face first with a sickening smack! Spike is snapped backwards and to the mat, hard. Blood immediately pours from his nose, as he lay motionless.] Tim: Holy shit! Buck may have just broken Spike's neck! [Renegade can't stand Buck's celebration in the ring, so he comes through the ropes and nails Buck with a clothesline, sending him through the ropes and smashing into the side of the dumpster. The referee is there to get on Renegade's case, but the damage has been done. Rickey looks around, not sure of what to do. He turns, as if to go help Buck, but then stops and enters the ring. The ref gets Renegade into the corner, but not to the apron. Rickey stands on his side of the ring, catching the eye of Renegade. Renegade storms from the referee, charging at Rickey. Rickey catches him and drops him to the mat with a huge spinebuster!!] Jeff: This match is starting to degenerate, Tim! I LOVE IT! Tim: I know you do, I know you do... [The referee has apparently allowed Renegade and Rickey to go out it without being interrupted. Rickey is on Renegade with a fury of punches, meanwhile Spike has begun to stir. Seeing his own blood awakens him and seems to make him get up faster. Spike runs at Rickey, dropkicking him in the side of the head! Rickey slumps over on the mat, as Renegade shoves him off of him. Renegade gets to his feet, pulling Rickey along by his hair. Spike gets the ladder off of the corner and slams it to the mat. Renegade thrusts Rickey into a stand head scissors, as Spike goes to the top rope.] Jeff: I have a bad feeling for 'Big Texas'... [Renegade lifts Rickey up for a big powerbomb, as Spike grabs Rickey's head in a reverse chancery from the top rope. Spike jumps off as Renegade and he spin the move, driving Rickey down with a powerbomb/reverse DDT combo on the ladder!!!] Tim: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! Jeff: Settle down, J.R.! [Spike gets to his feet, seeing Buck just getting up on the outside. Spike runs and slides, connecting with a baseball slide kick to the head of Buck, sending him flying back, smashing into the dumpster!! Buck collapses forward to the floor.] Jeff: SHIT! Buck's head may have a dent in it after that one!! [Spike goes to the outside, grabbing Buck. He rolls Buck into the ring, to the lion known as Renegade. Before Renegade goes after Buck, he grabs the ladder and slides it across the ring to be caught by Spike. Spike closes the dumpster lid, then puts the ladder on top. He hoists himself on the top of the dumpster, beginning to set up the ladder.] Tim: Oh, God... Spike may just earn his right to be called the 'Hardcore Hoodlum' right here tonight at King of Violence! [In the ring, Renegade whips a nearly unconscious Buck to the ropes. Buck stumbles into a kick to the stomach, then is put into a front chancery. Renegade lifts Buck up into a vertical suplex and drops him straight down into a DDT!!] Jeff: FIST OF RAGE!! [Renegade turns and, in classic nWo fashion, waves his arms towards Spike and awaits the Hardcore Hoodlum. Spike makes the sign of the cross over Buck’s body and leaps off the top of the ladder, causing it to tip and fall into the aisle. Spike leaps at least ten feet to Buck, crashing down with a guillotine leg drop to the back of Buck's head!!!] Jeff: OH MY GOD!!! Tim: HIGHER EDUCATION!!! [The fans are on their feet as Spike and Renegade both cover Buck.] [One... two... three!] Tim: They've done it! SPIKE AND RENEGADE ARE THE NEW HWF TAG CHAMPS! Jeff: I can't say I like it, but I'll give the devil his due... Spike is truly 'The Hardcore Hoodlum.' Tim: Indeed. [Spike and Renegade are thrilled to get their belts, "Disposable Teens" plays as the team known as Extream Measures walk from the ring towards the back. They slap hands with the front row of fans down the aisle, to the back. The song dies, with Rickey and Buck beginning to stir. Rickey holds the back of his neck, coming to Buck. Buck gets to his feet as Rickey goes through the ropes, heading up the aisle. Buck rolls out, grabbing a steel chair from under the ring.] Jeff: What's Buck doing? [Buck runs up to his brother, Rickey, and plows him from behind with the chair across his back! The crowd boos tremendously as Rooster and Nikki run through the curtains, coming to help Buck pummel the helpless Rickey.] Tim: No! NO! Stop it! [Buck, Rooster, and Nikki roll Rickey into the ring then slide in after him. Rooster grabs a rig girder under the ring, before sliding in. Rickey stands up, and is nailed with a chair shot from Buck and the rig girder from Rooster!!] Jeff: WELDER'S DREAM!! [Rickey drops to the mat, as Nikki hands Buck a mic.] Tim: Wrecking Crew has just turned on Big Texas! Jeff: And it's about time! [Buck sneers at the crowd booing at him, and starts pacing around Rickey while he lies on the mat.] Buck: Sorry, little brother, but I had to do this. More than anything, you are the weak link costing the Wrecking Crew unmatched success, and even though your blood, I have to get rid of the weak link for the sake of the team. You know about team, don't ya boy? All fuckin' month you've bitched and moaned about the belts being tainted, about how things aren't the same without Wildcat around, about damn near anything! Wrecking Crew is the greatest tag team in the fed; we've pounded and punished the best wrestlers in the fed, including the World and Canadian champions, and still you can't get your mind off the past. Something had to be done, to wake you from your little nightmare. Welcome to the real world R.D.! Buck: Let this be a lesson to ya, little bro...my authority will not be questioned EVER. My word is law, and when I give an order, you carry it to the letter! I didn't want to make an example of you, but you gave me no choice. I hereby expell you from Wreckin' Crew, and the Williams' family. You are ex-communicated, banned, exiled for the rest of your life as long as I hold charge, and lemme tell ya bro, I don't see anybody around here fit to challenge me for that position. Take one good long look at me, Nicole, and Rooster, for this is the last time we shall EVER call you family again. I wish, I really did wish, that things would have gone differently, that we could stay a team, but a leader has to be strong for his troops...and set an example to the rest of the HWF that I will not tolerate failure. Tim: Buck as just crossed the line...he's denying his own flesh and blood... Jeff: If you had an illegitimate, deadbrained hick for a brother, wouldn't you? Tim: Rickey isn't illegitimate... Jeff: That's not what his sister slash mother told me. [Buck throws down the mic, and starts to say something to Rooster and Nikki. The trio kick Rickey while he's down a few more times, before finally exiting the ring. Buck leans against the apron, whispering to Rickey before turning and heading up the rampway to join the others, while EMT's start to help Rickey in the ring.] [Advertisement for Saturday Suicide.] [The lights dim and all the crowd is in shock and wonders. Suddenly, right in front of the entrance, a large video wall made up of televisions, rises in front of it. As they slowly turn on one by one in random order, a word can be made out...sort of. Eventually it reads "ICON"...and that's when it happens. Two shots of pyrotechnics straight into the air, and all of a sudden, the sounds of "Loose" by Primer 55 happen, and from a rotating, rising platform, comes Jonathan Storm. He smirks at the crowd, some of them giving him a cheap pop for the fancy entrance. He walks down to the ring arrogantly, dressed in his silver karate gi pants, and his new "Just Deal With It" t-shirt. He slides into the ring, and raises his hands into the air, getting massive heel heat.] Tim: Here we are ladies and gentlemen. The King of Violence FINALS. Jeff: Wasn't your mom in KoV last year? Tim: Shut up! ["Close The Door" by Prong hits the speakers as the fans begin to boo. After a few moments, Phoenix walks through the curtains wearing torn black corduroy shorts and his sleeveless Zero shirt, the Smackdown Belt in hand. He walks to the front of the stage to survey the crowd for a moment before raising the belt into the air which causes the fan reaction to increase. Phoenix then begins the slow walk down to the ring. When he gets there, he tosses the belt over the ropes and into the ring and then slides in after it. He walks over to it, picks it up, and hoists it into the air once again as the crowd continues to boo. Phoenix then hands the belt to a ring attendant and walks toward one corner of the ring.]
 Tim: Can you feel the electricity? This is fucking tense! Jeff: This is a sad sad day that two Inner Circle members have to fight each other. But Jon Storm beat Lance Sterling. So... GO PHOENIX! Tim: Typical. [Both men just stand in the middle of the ring, as that famous "waiting beat" hits. The lights go out, and only a spotlight goes on and off at random locations in the arena as the Barbwire encased Steel Cage is lowered from the rafters. The referee talks to both men under the scarce light, and they both nod while keeping eye contact. As the ref leaves the ring, three or four technicians come get up from their chairs, and make sure the cage is in place. The technicians finish, and the lights all come back on. Phoenix and Jonathan Storm are still standing in the middle of the ring, looking at each other - nose to nose. The seem to be saying things to each other, but the camera cannot make out the words.] Tim: What's going to happen here? Jeff: Things are going to explode! [Suddenly, Storm pushes Phoenix. Phoenix stands back and turns around as the crowd begins to cheer. Phoenix then quickly turns back to Storm as he throws a huge right at him. The crowd immediately goes wild as the two begin to go back and forth in the middle of the ring.] Tim: IT HAS BEGUN! Jeff: And for the record, Jon Storm started this! [Phoenix blocks one of Storm's punches, and grabs his legs. He lifts Storm up, and DROPS him down to the mat with a spinebuster. Phoenix jumps back against the ropes, and lifts his foot as he reaches Storm. He drops his foot in Storm's groin, and Storm squirms around on the mat while Phoenix raises his arms in the air. There is a mixed reaction in the crowd, and Phoenix just shrugs it off as he goes back to work on Storm. Grabbing his left leg, Phoenix stomps on the inside of Jon's leg, causing Storm to writhe in pain. Phoenix drags Storm around in a circle, more or less leading up for something. He drops with an elbow, driving it into the midsection/groin of Jon Storm.] Tim: Phoenix has control, working over Storm. [Phoenix pulls Storm to his feet, planting a right hand into Storm's ribs. Phoenix lifts his knee and slams Jon's face into it, causing Storm to stumble backwards. Phoenix charges but Storm ducks a clothesline attempt and grabs Phoenix as he goes by, dropping him with a neckbreaker!] Jeff: Clothesline reversed into a neckbreaker. Tim: Nice counter from Jonathan Storm. [Storm is to his feet, as is Phoenix. Phoenix swings with a wild right hand but Storm ducks and drives his knee into the chest of Phoenix. Phoenix turns around, resting against the turnbuckle. Storm capitalizes on the mistake of Phoenix and runs towards him and leaps, connecting with a splash in the corner!] Jeff: There aren't any time-outs in wrestling, Phoenix! [Phoenix comes out of the corner, regretting his mistake. Storm plants a right hand into the jawbone of Phoenix, but Phoenix blocks the second attempt. Phoenix steps under Storm's arm and picks him up a fireman's carry, then drops him with a death valley driver!] Tim: Death Valley Driver! Jeff: The Zero is stepping it up here... [Phoenix mounts Storm and starts a series of punches. The crowd counts along... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9... He pauses, and then nails Storm right in the face in the same spot Cross did earlier! Blood gushes out of Storm's face as Phoenix gets off of him.] Tim: Oh my GOD... look at the blood! Storm's nose might be broken! [Phoenix walks over to the barbed wire steel cage and kicks it, testing it to see how sturdy it is. He turns back to Storm, now on his feet. Phoenix walks him over to the cage by the hair and slams him face first into it. The second slam gets blocked though, and Storm grabs Phoenix and slams him head first!] Jeff: That's my idol! [Storm holds Phoenix's head, scraping him face first against the barbed wire. Phoenix's forehead is cut open, and among it all, you can almost see a demented grin on the face of Phoenix.] Tim: Is he smiling?! [Jonathan grabs Phoenix's arm, Irish whips him, but holds on, spins a 180 and throws Phoenix back into the barbed wire. Storm picks Phoenix up again, holding onto his arm an whipping him into the barbed wire in the very same manner as before. Storm picks him up a third time, but Phoenix hits an uppercut between the legs. With Storm doubled over, Phoenix applies a headscissors, cradles both of Storm's legs, and snaps him to the ground with a piledriver variation.] Jeff: Go PHOENIX! Tim: The Smackdown Champion is in solid control! [Phoenix pulls Storm back to his feet, and then hooks him for a vertical suplex. He drives Storm into the mat with the snap suplex, and rolls through with it to lift Storm up again. Phoenix lifts high and then falls back downward in a reverse suplex. Still, he holds on, and lifts Storm up, reaching down to cradle the leg.] Tim: Interesting combination by Phoenix... [He lifts high in what looks to be a fisherman's suplex, but instead stops midway through and drives Storm with a fisherman's brainbuster.] Jeff: OUCH! [Phoenix hooks the leg and bridges with the fisherman buster.] [One... ...Two... kickout by Storm!] Tim: Very close nearfall there, this match is still going! [Phoenix backs Storm up to the ropes and chops him across the chest, receiving a "Whoo!" from the crowd. He rears back and delivers a stiffer chop, and a louder "Whoo!". He rears back and delivers a third, and then stomps at the open midsection of Storm. He takes a lead off, and then runs, aiming to plant his shoulder into Storm's midsection with a spear. Storm rolls out of the way and Phoenix connects with the cage and the turnbuckles shoulder-first, a rather loud "crack!" echoing in the arena.] Jeff: DAMN! Tim: That's gonna hurt Phoenix's chances of winning... [Phoenix pulls away from the turnbuckle and meets a kick to the midsection, then a jumping armbreaker from Jonathan Storm. Storm picks Phoenix up by that same arm, applies a hammerlock, and then trips Phoenix to the floor. Phoenix struggles to get back up, and Storm hauls him to his feet.] Tim: This is just going back and forth! Jeff: Where's the thrills and chills?! Let's see some more blood! [Storm locks his arms around Phoenix's body in a belly-to-belly stance. He lifts Phoenix up, and slams him into the mat, keeping the hold locked.] Tim: Looks like Storm is taking a road down memory lane, and showing us that he's still a technical competitor! Jeff: Or he's telling us that he's a big Chris Benoit fan... but with belly-to-bellies. Tim: *stares blankly* Jeff: That's right! [Storm lifts up Phoenix again, and drops him with another suplex. He repeats this again. He lifts Phoenix up again, but Phoenix tries to headbutt Storm. Storm ducks after a couple of headbutts, and locks his arms around Phoenix's legs. He lifts Phoenix up, releases the hold on one of the legs, places Nix's head under his arm and falls back into a belly-to-belly brainbuster/DDT combo!] Tim: That CAN'T be good for Phoenix's head! Jeff: Concussion city, here we come! [Storm drops on top of Phoenix for the count.] [One...... Two..... Thr... Kickout!] Tim: Phoenix WON'T give up! Jeff: Emphasising one word a sentence... you're scaring me Tim! Tim: Shut the FUCK up! [Storm moves to his side and rests, Phoenix does the same. Storm gets up and reaches into his pants.] Tim: What the hell? [Storm takes out a pair of thick working gloves, and puts them on.] Jeff: THAT BASTARD! [Storm gets on the cage and begins to climb it. Phoenix slowly gets up on the mat. Once Storm reaches the top, he looks down on a standing, yet dazed Phoenix and he takes off the gloves. He jumps off the top of the cage, and tries to hit a rana on Nix, but Nix quickly grabs his legs and drops.] Jeff: Nix just turned that super rana into a super POWER BOMB! Tim: And it doesn't look like he's finished! [Phoenix lifts Storm up once again, and power bombs him into the mat. Then Phoenix uses all the energy left in him to lift up Storm ONCE again, but this time he runs forward, and power bombs Storm INTO the barbwire cage! Phoenix falls back, and Storm slowly falls off the wire, cut and bleeding, holding his back on the floor.] ["H-W-F! H-W-F! H-W-F!"] Tim: GOOD GOD! HOW DEEP ARE THOSE CUTS?! Jeff: Jumping Jehova! We've made contact! [Nix gets up, and stumbles around a bit.] Tim: Phoenix just drove the air out of himself! [He grabs Storm's legs, and locks them. He slowly turns Storm around while he screams.] Jeff: PHOENIX IS TRYING TO APPLY A BOSTON CRAB TO STORM! Tim: HE'S GOING TO TEAR THOSE CUTS OPEN WIDER! [Storm yells as Phoenix completes the Boston Crab, and puts more pressure on Storm's back. Blood pours down Storm's sides and onto the mat, as Phoenix applies more pressure. Storm plants his forearms into the mat, and pushes with all his might to turn Phoenix around. He succeeds, but Phoenix keeps hold of Storm's legs. He yells out to the fans, and they all cheer. Phoenix falls backwards, and sends Storm flying into the barbwire cage face first.] ["HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!"] Jeff: Storm is now known as The Man Without A Face! Tim: This can't go on much longer! [Storm stumbles back, his face bleeding, his hands cut, his back sliced. He falls on his back and jumps forward immediately, yelling out.] Tim: Storm is in a dangerous position here. [Phoenix walks over to Storm and picks him up. He places Storm's head under his arm in a front chancery. He is about to fall back into a DDT when Storm pushes him off, holds Nix's head on his shoulder and DROPS to the ground!] Jeff: POP PERFECTION! POP PERFECTION! Tim: It could be over right now! [Storm falls to the ground right next to Phoenix. Phoenix drags himself across the ground to the ropes. He lifts himself into the turnbuckle, and rests in it. He scales the ropes, and ends up in the middle of the ropes facing Storm who's getting up. As Storm gets up, Phoenix CHARGES towards him for a spear. Storm sees this, and swings his leg HARD towards Nix's head, dropping him dead onto the mat.] Tim: OH MY GOD! Jeff: THAT'S LIKE TWO CONCUSSIONS TONIGHT FOR PHOENIX! ["H-W-F! H-W-F! H-W-F!"] [Storm sits back and falls on his back.] Tim: Both of these men have taken themselves to their limits! Jeff: For the record, Storm was dead long before Phoenix was! [After about one minute, Phoenix begins to stir. He begins to push himself up, and Storm sees this. Storm gets up, and watches Phoenix carefully. As Nix gets up completely, Storm charges at NIX THIS TIME! He reaches Phoenix and thrusts his shoulder into his stomach with a powerful spear! He sends Phoenix and himself through the bottom and second rope, and THROUGH the barbwire steel cage!] ["HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK!"] Tim: HOLY PENIS POKING MONKEY IN A BARREL! Jeff: It's like THIS amateur - HOLY FLYING CAMEL JOCKEY JERKING FIREY FISH! Tim: Wow. [Storm bounces backwards, cut on his right shoulder. Phoenix is lying back in a mess of steel mesh and barbwire, bleeding and broken. Storm pulls himself up, holding his shoulder. He grabs Phoenix by the hair, and pulls him into the ring. Storm pulls Pheonix close, and puts his arm across Nix's chest.] Jeff: WHAT THE HELL? Tim: Oh my... [Storm lifts Phoenix and lands a uranage as the fans burst out with cheers, and Jeff almost jumps off his seat saying...] Jeff: THE ATTITUDE ADJUSTER! THE ATTITUDE ADJUSTER! THAT'S LANCE STERLING'S MOVE TIM! LANCE STERLING! Tim: Yes, I know! [Storm hooks Phoenix's leg, and the ref goes down for the count.] [One...... Two...... Three!!!] Tim: JONATHAN STORM HAS DONE IT! HE'S DONE IT! Jeff: USING LANCE STERLING'S MOVE! ["Loose" by Primer 55 BLASTS over the speakers as the entire crowd jumps up giving both wrestlers a standing ovation. Storm is still laying on his stomach, with the wounds on his back shining in the light. Phoenix is on his back, quickly breathing in and out. Both men seem unconscious. The EMT's come out from the back, and help out both men. A small smile is shown on Storm's face as he is taken into the stretcher.] Tim: Folks, before the big main event... let's take a look at how everything came together with these four participants. [EXTREAM SCREEN FEED BEGINS.]
I just read your letter, [The scene opens as if through a mist as the music plays and shows Michael Trey sitting with Tempest at a kitchen table. He takes a bite of some fiery looking chicken wings that Tempest offers and after his face turns red, he gulps a tall glass of water. They both laugh before he shrugs and takes another. ] [A quick flash of Tempest holding the Thrillfest title as she smiles.] [A quick flash of the chair hitting the back of Tempest’s head at Dark Horizon lights the screen.]
[chorus start] [Michael Trey’s pale face and shocked eyes appear as the match in which Claire turned on him flashes over the screen. Then he’s seen in the rain, crouched in an alley. Tempest appears in her yellow rain coat and removes it to drape over him as she guides him to Chris Davison’s car and they help him in.] [A quick flash Michael ripping off the mask and gazing down at Tempest with a satisfied smile.]
I wonder, just how sympathetic you'll be? [Flashes of Chris sitting with Michael in the hospital after his neck surgery. And a flash of he and Tempest helping Michael to the ring to face Phoenix again. Flashes of Tempest trying in vain to talk to Claire.] [A quick flash of Tempest’s face eyes wide with shock.]
[chorus start] [Flashes of the world title tournament light the screen, from Tempest being pinned after Inferna’s interference to Chris being pinned by Kyle Solomon, to Trey being pinned by Chris Styles, and finally to Gavin being pinned by Kyle Solomon in the finals.] [Flashes of each of their faces, livid with anger.]
Yeah, [Flashes of Chris Davison wining the Canadian title, then flashes of beating Storm, Zakin, and Phoenix Another flash of the match for number one contendership, with Tempest beating Trey. She raises his hand in salute, but his smile seems illusory.]
I'm looking out a window, [Flashes of the title match at Dark Horizon, of Coens and Tempest going back and forth, of the System Crash from the top of the cage. Slow flashes of the chair shot, Trey’s face after ripping of the mask, Tempest’s face frozen on horror, Coens and Trey smiling, Davison’s furious glare after chasing them off.]
[chorus start] [Flashes of Trey beating Tempest mercilessly as she allows it with little resistance. Close up of her eyes, looking distant and uninvolved. Extreme close up of her howl of pain as Trey lands on her shoulder.]
Yeah, [Flashes of Davison and Trey in the Canadian title match. Trey leaps into a Light Out and crushes Davison through a table. Davison leaps onto Trey, still sprawled over a guradrail. Davison hits a Cardinal Syn on Trey and raises his hands in victory as Trey stalks off with a furious glare.]
If their's a better place you can take me, [Tempest glares toward the ring and Gavin Coens. A flash of Coens wrenching her arm back as she screams. A flash of her leaping from the ropes and snapping Coens over them in the High Voltage. The count and then the jubilant embrace she shares with Davison.]
[heavy guitar get it on here] [A flash of Trey dangling the belt on the screen as Davison rushes up the ramp. Coens hitting Tempest with the Backlash. They stare at each other between the ramp and the ring. the camera focuses in slow motion on each face, fading on into the other, each frozen in a mask of rage and hatred.]
[chorus start] [EXTREAM SCREEN FEED ENDS.]
Tim: After all of this, it's time for our main event! Jeff: I can't wait... Tim: I assume you're not craving the wrestling skill... Jeff: Wrestling? I wanna see VIOLENCE! Tim: [sigh] ["The Memory Remains" by Metallica heralds the arrival of the HWF's only four-time champion, commissioner Lance Sterling. He walks down the aisle confidently, even tagging a few fans' hands. He takes his place at ringside, and awaits the other two, as well as the four competitors.] Jeff: LANCE! Yeah! I know he'll judge this thing like it should be judged! ["Clubbed to Death" by Rob D plays, and the fans cheer the arrival of the Vice President - Shawn Collins. He walks down to ringside, looking up at the cage and scaffold. He stands next to Sterling, taking his own place at ringside.] Tim: And the third man judging this contest... ["Intro" by DMX hits, and introduces Johnny Drake to the crowd in Vancouver. He walks to ringside and stands slightly off to the right of Collins and Sterling.] Tim: And finally, we can get the wrestler entrances underway! ["Heavy" by Collective Soul sounds throughout the arena, and Gavin Coens steps through the curtain to a huge amount of boos and jeers. Not looking like his usual self, his face is a mask of anger and determination as he strides to the ring.] Jeff: He is so my pick to win this. Tim: Really? Jeff: Uh... yes... wait, no... yes... I DON'T KNOW! ["The World Is Not Enough" UNKLE Remix by Garbage kicks over the PA System as the crowd erupts into boo's. Silver lights go nuts, spinning throughout the crowd as Michael Trey steps out from behind the entrance. Michael stands on the ramp, Claire and his father close behind him. Claire Matthews and Frederick Trey make their way down a bit quicker, jumping the ramp and standing in the front row. Meanwhile, Michael is toting his boxes on the push-trolley. He pushes them right down to ringside. Once there, he busts open the boxes and slides into the ring... plastic containers. Of gasoline. Gallons and gallons of gasoline. Out of the final box... three mirrors.] Jeff: It's nice to see respect in wrestling today, Tim. Tim: It sure is, you hypocrite. Jeff: Me? HYPOCRITE?! Hah! [Suddenly, the voice of Chris Davison is heard, pre-taped, saying "Welcome to the next level." Pyro EXPLODES near the entranceway, as "Monotone" by Splender begins to emanate from the PA system.] # Roll over monotone,
# There's no need to analyze,
[Chris Davison appears in the entranceway to a showering of cheers. The Canadian Title is over his shoulder as he walks to the ring, keeping his eyes on both Trey and Coens. Stepping up to the cage door, Davison slides the title across the canvas to the referee and backs into the corner, keeping his eyes on the other two men in the ring. Into the ring, he takes his kerosine soaked ladder with him.] Tim: And now, the World Champion... [The lights go down and a blue strobe flashes in time to the opening beats of the Lo-Fidelity Allstars "Battle Flag". At the top of the ramp a small shadow appears silhouetted against the backdrop of flashing blue. Suddenly through a shower of glittering blue and gold sparks, the feminine shape of Tempest flips onto the ramp. The crowd roars as she walks to the ring, with a roll of duct tape in one hand and a pair of strange batons with what look like woolly ends. She lifts the world title from her shoulder and hands it off to the referee.] [Tempest enters the cage with a nervous expression, but smiles as Gavin and Trey shake their heads and Trey yells something at her while she hooks her roll of duct tape and the strange batons on a hook in the cage and circles without any weapon at all.]  Jeff: Oh good one Temp, start off without a weapon at all. Tim: I’d be willing to bet she has a plan Jeff. Jeff: Oh please, since she kissed you you’d bet on anything that has to do with her. Tim: ... Jeff: Well? Tim: Oh, I was supposed to argue with that? Tim: Anyway, you can feel the electricity in the air here, folks... Jeff: All I smell is dirty Canadian. Tim: I hope that you seriously offend someone someday, and they pound the living crap out of you. [Gavin and Tempest pair off, as do Davison and Trey. Each pair circles around, back and forth, and simultaneously, they lock up. Immediately, Tempest scoots under Gavin's arm and dropkicks him, as Davison is whipped by Trey into the corner and the brick turnbuckles. Davison's face contorts in pain and Trey steps forward with a front kick, but Davison catches it and executes a quick dragon screw. The velocity throws Trey into the bricks ribs-first.] Tim: That's gonna leave a heavy bruise! [Gavin and Tempest are locked up again, and Gavin immediately scoops her into a gorilla press slam. He pitches her into the cage, rattling it and dropping her to the space between cage and ropes. Gavin reaches down for her, but Tempest hits a quick low blow that doubles Gavin over. Tempest grabs the top rope and walks backward up the steel cage, and then grabs Gavin in a sudden chancery. Shoving herself off of the cage with her feet, she spins a 180 and knocks Gavin to the ground with a tornado DDT.] Tim: WHAT a Tornado DDT by our World Champion! Jeff: Eh, I've seen better! [Trey tries to hit a clothesline on Davison, but he ducks and puts his hands around Trey's stomach. He tries to hit Trey with a belly-back suplex, but Trey flips over and lands on his feet. He grabs Davison's belly and tries for a suplex, but Davison also flips over. Davison tosses Trey with a reverse arm-drag. Trey gets to his feet, and Davison hits an arm-drag on him. Davison gets up, but this time Trey takes him over with an arm-drag. Both men get back up and Trey takes Davison over with another arm-drag!] Jeff: ARM-DRAG RACING! Tim: Wow... Jeff: You like?! Tim: That had to be the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life. [Trey goes for a clothesline. Davison catches Trey's arm, and puts him into reverse chancery. Trey reverses it into a reverse chancery of his own. Davison runs up the turnbuckle and flips over backwards, drilling Trey into the mat with a falling reverse DDT. The crowd pops.] Tim: Very nice series of reversals by the Canadian Champion and Michael Trey. [Tempest has grabbed hold of the back of Gavin's head and has been throwing him face first into the brick turnbuckles. She drags Gavin to the barbwire ropes and begins to shove and rub his face over them. Just above Gavin's eyes, a cut opens, and blood begins to drips down his face. Before she does anything else to him, Gavin LOW BLOWS Tempest! She jumps back, and he pulls himself off the barbwire. Blood covering his eyes, and already hurting his eyesight. Tempest rushes at Gavin, but he lifts her, spins her around and drops her into a spinebuster on the mat. He picks her back up, and wipes his eyes. He puts Tempest in a powerbomb position and lifts her up into the air. He charges at the cage, but she reverses the bomb into a rana and throws both of them into the barbwire ropes. Tempest tears some skin on her shoulder, and Gavin's back landed on the barbwire. He just lies there, as Tempest gets up easily.] Tim: Jesus! Things have already started to heat up in there! Jeff: Okay... barbwire plus Tempest equals tearing clothes... TIM... GET THE CAMERAS! [Tempest gets to her feet and grabs ahold of a fallen Gavin. Gavin struggles as Tempest lifts him up. She flips him over to his front side and wraps her arms around the neck of Gavin. Tempest drills Gavin with a knee to the back, sending a bloody Gavin down to the ground. Gavin holds his backs as he is in obvious pain. Davison walks over and starts to kick away at Gavin who tries to block the kicks. Tempest now joins as they both kick away at Gavin. Davison says somethin to Tempest as they Trey gets up and charges towards Davison. Tempest quickly notices and lunges towards Trey and spears him down with a jolt of lightning speed. The crowd pops.] Tim: What a spear! [Gavin gets up pounds on Tempest with a series of rights and backs her toward the barbwire ropes. Coens grabs her the hair and spins her into a sleeper hold, then starts pushing her forward toward the barbwire ropes. She pushes back and struggles then manages to move her head and bites into his arm like a shark. He screams and let’s go where upon she slings him into the barbwire ropes. As he struggles, she yanks the top one down and the second one up and let’s them snap together around his neck.] Jeff: Whoa! Tempest bites! Tim: Jeff, would you shut up about... Jeff: No, I mean literally! [Davison and Trey exchange rights, lefts, more rights, and more lefts. Trey cuts off Davison's momentum with a front kick, and then slams his head into the cage. Davison stumbles backward, but Trey catches him by the head and throws him back at the cage. Davison connects face-first with it and staggers back again. Trey grabs Chris by the arm and whips him point blank at the metal cage, but Davison leaps up, landing his feet on the cage. Immediately, he springboards back and nails Trey with a rolling elbow to the face.] Tim: I'm surprised at that in this type of match! [Davison grabs his kerosene-soaked ladder from the ground and stands it up, next to the cage. He begins to climb it upward, but Trey is following on the opposite side. They get to the top and begin to punch, back and forth... until the ladder starts to tip to the side, toward the cage. Davison and Trey have no time to react before they end up plummeting face-first into the cage, rocking it. Each man falls the twenty or so feet to the ring canvas, bouncing off of the cage.] Tim: JESUS! Jeff: YES! MORE VIOLENCE! [Gavin begins to get his head out from between the ropes. His throat is pretty scratched up. He grabs Tempest's hair, as she checks on a downed Davison. He whips her down and kicks her a few times across the head. He picks Trey up from the mat and slaps his chest yelling "TREY!". Trey looks around and yells back "WHAAAT?" Gavin retorts, "GET THE MIRRORS!"] Tim: Oh God... Copyright infringement suits, here we come! Jeff: Hah hah! Mirrors! [Trey grabs two mirrors and sticks them in the two bottom steps of Davisons ladder. Gavin picks up Davison, wipes his eyes of blood again, and Trey begins to climb to the top of the ladder. However, on the other side of the ladder is Tempest. Gavin warns Trey, and he turns around and pokes her in the eyes before she can do anything.] Jeff: CLASSIC! Tim: Cheap. [To keep Davison at bay, Gavin lowblows him. He then goes over to a bag and pulls out some C4 explosives. He sets one on the last mirror, and on top of the C4 he places the Holy Scriptures of Gavin.] Jeff: YES! THE SCRIPTURES! Tim: Amen, right? Jeff: YOU GOT IT! [Trey grabs Tempest on top of the ladder with a double-underhook, and falls backwards into a double arm DDT! They smash into the Scripture mirror with the C4, and it explodes under Tempest's right arm. The glass cuts her arm up, and she rolls over on her side holding it and yelling. Tremendous amounts of heat come from the crowd as Shawn Collins stands up and begins to yell at Michael Trey and Gavin. Gavin just flips him off.] Tim: HOW COULD TREY AND GAVIN DO THAT?! Jeff: Shawn Collins booked the match! [Trey and Gavin look at each other and nod in approval. Davison charges at them. He jumps on to the ladder, and brings it down onto Gavin. Trey stands above them, and picks up Davison. He puts him in a front chancery. Just before Trey drops Davison into a DDT, Gavin opens the lader that was on him. The ladder smashes into Davison's head, and drops him to the mat.] Jeff: I need more blood. Tim: We haven't even seen one elimination! [Trey smiles and lifts up a bloodied Gavin. They talk for a second, then go back to Davison. Tempest is still out due to loss of blood. Gavin stumbles over to Davison and holds him up as Trey picks up a mirror. He chargest at Davison with the mirror, but Davison struggles free and Trey smacks the glass against Gavin's head shattering it.] Jeff: NO! Tim: Now, it gets interesting! [Trey has a look of shock on his face, and Tempest manages to low blow him from behind. Trey falls, holding his genetils. Davison goes over the fallen Coens. He lifts him and places him on the barbwire ropes upside down. Davison places the ladder at Gavin's waist, opening it so that one side is digging into his stomach and the other side is poking at his neck. The top of the ladder is resting on the ground at an angle. Davison runs from the oppostie corner and does a baseball slide, smashing into the top of the ladder iwth his feet. The two legs of the ladder dig into Gavin - into his stomach which sends his upper body forward - and the other into his neck with sends his lower body forward. The end result is of Gavin being thoughroughly mangled in the corner by the two legs of the ladder.] Tim: Gavin is getting no remorse tonight! Jeff: He told me he was having a bad day and all. You know he has neck problems, right?! Tim: Yes, unfortunately. [Tempest has gotten back to her feet, a little dazed, but back to her feet all the same. She looks at Gavin, then at Davison and Trey. She shakes her head and begins to climb the cage.] Jeff: What's she doing? Tim: She looked fed up! I think she's leaving the match! Jeff: That BITCH!! [Sure enough, Tempest has climbed down the cage and gone over to the announce table. Gavin is back up as well, holding his neck. He sees empest on the outside and begins to climb the cage himself. Davison spots Gavin going after Tempest and follows him, but Trey catches him near the middle of the ring and throws him against the cage. The wall buckles and Gavin nearly falls. he looks back at Davison and Trey and shouts at Trey to stop fucking around. Trey looks up and shrugs, but leaves himself open. Davison grabs onto him and rams him against the wall too. Gavin turns all the wya over to face Davison, leaving his back turned to Tempest. Seeing this, Tempest fumes and grabs something next to the timekeeper - a roll of silver duct tape!] Tim: That's her weapon! Jeff: She's using the handiman's secret weapon as her weapon of coice? What is she going to do, fix my refrigerator? [Tempest scampers up the side of the cage behind Gavin. All the while, Trey and Davison have been taking turns ramming each other into the side of the cage. The wall is buckling now, just with Gavin and Tempest on the top, so Gavin begins to climb down. He leaves one arm up for too long, and it is caught by a thick strand of duct tape. Tempest wraps his wrist up to the topo f the cage tightly, making sure he doesn't move anywhere. He swings his other arm around to try and free himself, but Tempest catches his other arm and duct tapes tht one to the other sid eof him so that he is in a crucified position. Looking for something else to use, Tempest lays her eyes on the noose hanging in the middle of the ring. She makes her way up to the top while Chris and Trey have stopped ramming each other against it and squares herself to the noose. She coils her legs and leaps into the air, catching onto the thick rope and swinging. She swings back to the side of the cage and hangs onto it, wrapping the noose around Gavin's neck. ONce compelted, she pats him on the shoulder and gives the slightly debilitated Gavin a little kiss on the cheek. She climbs down the cage just before Davison and Trey begin to ram each other agains the cage again. They ram once, twice, three times - the wall begins to shake without anyone up on it but Gavin.] Jeff: Oh this does not look good for HWF's shining saviour! Tim: That cage wall looks really unstable! [Trey hits the cage - it buckles. Davison hits the cage - it buckles. Trey - Davison - Trey - Davison - Trey - Davison...! Four individual snaps are heard and down comes the cage wall!! The entire side of the steel cage falls near the crowd - but luckily all the people scattered before it fell. Unluckily for Gavin Coens - he was still taped to the cell with the noose around his neck. The noose tightened and ripped him away from his tape bindings, hanging him!] ["HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK!"] Tim: Oh God.. oh God.. oh God! Jeff: MY GAVIN! [Shawn Collins looks at Drake, and they both nod. They look at Lance, and he just nods his head furiously. EMTs rush down to the ring, and take Gavin down and into a stretcher. All the other wrestlers are down and resting as the EMTs take Gavin Coens away.] Tim: Folks, that did not look good for Gavin Coens. Jeff: Oh man... Tim: We will have further updates on his status. I don't know what to say. Jeff: Well he's been taken away and to a large ovation from the crowd. Now we have Tempest, Chris Davison and Michael Trey left in the ring. [Gavin is taken out on the stretcher. They've wrapped up his face, and most of his exposed skin. In the ring, Tempest has picked up one of her batons and dipped it in a tank of gasoline that Trey brought. She reached into her pocket, and takes out a pack of matches. She lights one, and the baton goes on fire.] Jeff: FLARE! Tim: Idiot. [Tempest throws the flaming baton through the broken cage wall, and into a "pit". Due to the rubbing alcohol, the pit immediately sets aflame. The steel mesh covering the pit begins to glow red, and the flames grow.] Tim: And we thought things couldn't get any worse. Jeff: GO TEMEPST! [A set of EMTs and Firemen come down to ringside, and stand around the ring. Davison gets up as well, and he runs towards Trey and dropkicks him into a brick corner. Shawn Collins and Lance Sterling stand up and yell to eliminate him. But Drake shakes his head. Tempest and Davison are both kicking Trey in the corner while his back is pushed into the brick turnbuckles. Davison runs back, and run towards Trey. He dropkicks Trey in the corner, and one of the bricks breaks under the pressure. Trey falls forward immediately. Collins tries to vote him out again, but Drake shakes his head.] Tim: Looks like Collins wants Trey out! No matter what! Jeff: Hasn't it been like that for the past year and a half?! [Davison grabs the gas tank and starts spraying one of the standing walls of the cage. He yells at Trey, saying "Now there's no where to run!" He continues to spray all standing walls, and lights them. The fires begin at the bottom of each wall, and slowly rise. Trey quickly spears Davison out of nowhere. Tempest has begun scaling the wall on the outside, and she's gotten to the top of the cage on the scaffold.] Tim: OH GOD! Jeff: THE ENTIRE CAGE IS LIGHTING UP! Minus that one wall which isn't standing anymore. Tim: Yeah, instead of that, there's a flaming pit outside. [Trey follows Tempest and scales the cage too. Davison gets up, and passes Tempest the kerosine soaked ladder to the top of the scaffold before he begins to climb himself. All three wrestlers are at the top of the cage, on the scaffold. The fire catching up to them. Davison sets up the ladder, and starts to climb it as Trey and Tempest are going back and forth. Trey knocks Tempest down and begins to climb the ladder with Davison.] Tim: They're like fourty feet up in the air! Jeff: That's almost as tall as a T-Rex. Tim: Ugh... [Davison and Trey share lefts and rights as Tempest notices the scaffold light on fire. She quickly climbs the ladder under Davison. All three competitors are at the top of the ladder, and Davison grabs Trey's head.] Tim: What the hell...? Jeff: HEY! LOOK! WHAT THE FUCK?! [Shawn Collins immediately stands up, eyes wide open. Bisc Limpkit comes running out of the entrance way with a pair of THICK rubber gloves on. He grabs the mesh over the firey pit, and throws it off. Michael Trey sees him from the top of the ladder, and has the same expression as Shawn.] Tim: Bisc... Bisc Limpkit?! Jeff: Wait... he's... WHAT THE HELL!? [Davison jumps off the ladder holding the back of Trey's head. He hits a HUGE bulldog on Michael Trey. However, in mid-air, Trey pushes him forward. Davison lands in the firey pit, and Trey lands on the concrete floor.] ["HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK!"] [Shawn Collins doesn't move, looking at the entrance way. Drake and Lance have voted for Davison to be put out. Shawn just nods to whatever they said. The EMTs and Firemen get Davison out and put him on a stretcher.] Tim: DAVISON'S BEEN PUT OUT! Jeff: HE JUST ABOUT DIED! Tim: TREY TOO! [The scaffold is completely burning, and the kerosine ladder begins to burn as well. Tempest closes her eyes and jumps off the ladder as Trey gets up, and she lands a perfect...] Tim: SYSTEM CRASH! Jeff: NO NO NO! [Trey is flung into the flaming pit just as Davison was by him. However, he quickly jumps out, burning and rolling on the floor due to the rubbing alcohol. Tempest is just lying in a pile of broken wood and near burning steel. The scaffold has broken down and collapsed as well as the rest of the cage. Shawn Collins immediately makes the other two judges vote Michael Trey off. They agree, and "Battle Flag" by Lo-Fidelity Allstars hits the speakers to a HUGE pop from the crowd.] ["H-W-F! H-W-F! H-W-F!"] Tim: FIRE BREATHING SPING CLEANING TELEPHONE RAPIST MICE! Jeff: YOU GOT IT! Tim: MICHAEL TREY IS OUR NEW CANADIAN CHAMPION... WHILE... Jeff: TEMPEST RETAINS?! NO!! ["TEM-PEST! TEM-PEST! TEM-PEST!"] [The EMTs help every member of the match onto stretchers and the fire crew puts out the giant fires. The scene switches from Michael Trey's bruised and unbelieving face to Shawn Collins' still "I-seen-a-ghost" expression, to Bisc's smile. Finally, the scene changes to Chris Davison in tears hugging his sobbing fiance Tempest. They embrace one last time before being seperated by EMTs and taken to the back.] [We fade to the HWF Logo.]
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