 [May 27th, 2001 | 6:59 p.m.] [The final seconds of the countdown for HWf's Dark Horizon tick off the clock o nthe preview channel. The screen suddenly cuts to black, where it stays for a good ten or twelve seconds. The FBI warnings appear on the screen and after a short while, fade out. A plain red HWF insignia fades onto the screen, and that also fades out. In a few moments, this scene fades in.] [New York. The roof of Madison Square Garden. Dusk…]
# From dusk till dawn [A darkening sky. Dark blue waters. Empty harbors…]
# In the hours of the failing light [Blowing wind. Rushing cars. Echoes…]
# Take care to run [Spike. Only him. Alone…]
# The light is gone [Red and black suit. Slightly longer hair. Facing away…]
# Turn to your fear [A strobe effect with the camera – It moves, but its movement is choppy. Spike comes closer and closer, but the camera seems to move in sections. To the left – to the right. Spike can be seen from above, below, to either sides – but all in single shots. The camera pivots about Spike with the strobe effect and reaches his face. Close-up on his eyes. Back out to his face. His eyes. His face…] Spike: The time to change is now, my friends. Find your fears… look at them right in the face. Smile, laugh, mock – whatever you want. Know that you are superior to it. Grind your heel into the dirt and kick dust into your fears’ eyes. Never allow it to control you… But now that the motivational portion of this promo is over, understand that fear is in your mind. Realize that your mind controls you. Take all that bullshit about fear being unable to control you and throw it out the window. Fear DOES control you… since it IS you. [Strobe effect – the camera moves away from the edge of the roof – the next shot is of Spike sitting on the edge.] Spike: Welcome one and all, to New York City – one of the most dangerous places on earth once the sun sinks beyond our perception of day. Now dropouts, it’s time to learn another lesson. From birth, men and women fear darkness. They begin to imagine evils that never appear during the day, and imagine that those evils will destroy them if they fall into the solitude of sleep. In some ways… those fears are justified. Although I am not evil by any means – I DO tend to thrive at night. And if I haunt you at night… I WILL destroy you if you even think of closing your eyes. The only difference between the imaginations of children and me is that I am no illusion. If you turn your head – I’m still waiting behind you. And I won’t hesitate to stab someone in the back… [Pause.] Spike: Think of a time when you could not run. Your legs were frail, your arms were weak, and your mind was still in warmth of the womb. Now… you feel a breath on the back of your neck. You can’t look behind you because you’ve been restrained. It blows harder and longer, chilling your neck. What little hair you have on your body stands on end… you begin to sweat… the back of your neck is cold from the breath and your own sweat… a whistle, and then another breath. You begin to struggle in your bonds, twisting your neck frantically… something wet touches your neck… and you can’t stand it any longer. You cry out…! A woman runs to your side immediately, pulling the restrains off. She lifts you out of the shell-like seat and pulls you close to her chest, turning you around to see… an open window – the wind is blowing lightly – rain is pouring down – a few droplets of water make it through the small crack and land on the floor beside the baby-seat. That’s all it was… but you didn’t know that, did you? Was it an animal? Or was it some deranged psychopath? Fear controls… if you had thought it was just an animal, you wouldn’t have cared. A tongue – that’s what you could have thought you felt – a dog licking your neck. But that’s not what instincts tell us. It was someone trying to harm you… Now look outside the window. Look at the sky. Your fear is as dark as the clouds on the horizon. [Another pause.] Spike: Lesson... Fear, has been taught. Now it’s time for other matters… [Another strobe – away from Spike. It turns away from his face and off into the sky – two dull roars of thunder… and shots of Jon Storm and Tatsumi appear in the sky. The background fades into black.] Spike: A grudge. It’s as simple as that. What do they have in common besides that? Absolutely nothing – which is why this will be a match filed with nothing but resentment. The winner will be raised above the loser, and the loser will have to take the salt on his wounds. Tatsumi may not care for such things… but the fans do. They will see the victor and will raise him above the loser regardless. That’s not to say Jon Storm will lose – he has skill as well as Tatsumi... but he is also arrogant. That may be what trips him up. [The two pictures fade. Two more pictures materialize – Michael Trey and Phoenix.] Spike: Ah yes… the bout for the Smackdown title. I have to say – this is not something I’d ever expect – Trey, Phoenix and myself in the second match of a card, fighting for a title that is so meaningless… the Smackdown title is to the World title… even the Canadian title… as the ground is to the sky. The sky is always going to be higher than the dirt… let’s forget for a moment that this match has anything to do with a title – since it really doesn’t anyway. Trey, Phoenix and myself. Phoenix tried to be what I’ve always been and failed. I’ve proven that I am just as good as Trey and Phoenix – and still no one cares. Trey’s been destroyed and tormented by his life… and still he thinks that he’s that much better than everyone else. Questions that have been asked before will be answered tonight – and I’ve always held the answers to life’s questions. There’s an indication of what I think the result will be… did you pick up on it, or did you FORGET what I was trying to prove? I know everyone’s forgotten what Trey’s been trying to prove for a long time… he says he never does anything for anyone but himself – so why is he still here? Why does he still fight? That’s a tough one… I think I’ve just stumped myself. [Fade. Night Stalker fades in] Spike: The monster… [Fade. Renegade] Spike: The veteran… [Fade. Jin Kobayashi – The Darkside Dragon] Spike: The unsung… [Fade. Rayne] Spike: The misunderstood… [Fade. Inferna] Spike: The princess… [Fade. X] Spike: The unknown… [Fade. Ares] Spike: The deluded… [Fade. A grouping of all the wrestlers, one after another] Spike: Yes, here we have our own little breakfast club of talent. Seven individuals with one goal – the Smackdown title. Tempers have flared, and hatred will continue to burn after it’s all been said and done. This is just the beginning. [Fade. Two pictures – Gary Luger and Havoc.] Spike: One man from a dead home of extreme… the other from a dead home – period. The prize is the ultimate accolade for hardcore wrestling in this federation. The Hardcore, King of Violence championship. Both the KoV title and the Hardcore were united a long time ago – but now the distinctions can be made. The winner of this match will truly be the King of Violence… while the other will simply be hardcore – like every other member of the HWF roster. [Fade. Chris Davison. Rooster Williams] Spike: My homeland – Canada. It’s funny how the Canadian title means very little to me, though. Canadian, American… Texan… it makes no difference to me anymore. No difference at all. I’m sure it doesn’t mean anything to every other person as well, seeing as how the Canadian title is gaining more and more value. Chris Davison wears that title well – with respect. To Rooster… what would it mean? He hasn’t given up anything to deserve such a championship. He hasn’t done anything to deserve ANY championship… but his debut match against Chris Davison automatically raises him above other people who have bled and sweat more for this company. I guess Shawn Collins and Johnny Drake have forgotten about that… [Fade. Wrecking Crew. Partners in Crime] Spike: The tag team titles… what Renegade and I SHOULD be fighting for tonight. The Partners and Crime robbed us with the help of Silky Palms of our shot at those titles. Although I have been booked against Trey and Phoenix… those two titles are still calling to me. Mine especially – I remember engraving my name on the back of one of those. I wonder which person is wearing my title – Buck or Rickey? I’d much rather Rickey wearing it… just so that after the Partners are put in their places I can take MY title back from Rickey, and Renegade can take his away from Buck. Because… if you’ll remember back to Seven; it took being hit by a car, beaten by a sledgehammer, AND attacked by Espionage to keep Teen Angst down. That’s a blemish on your career, Rickey – not being able to beat Chris Thrilla and I without a SHITLOAD of help. But enough of the past – it’s meaningless now. Now it’s time to look forward to seeing the Partners in Crime be put in their places… at the bottom of the food chain. [Fade. Kyle Solomon. Silky Palms] Spike: And what was once a heated rivalry… or hatred, whichever you want – is now one foot in the grave. These two must still hate each other from the days of the SWF, but no matter. The loser will join the SWF in heaven… or in hell – whichever you want. [Fade. Gavin Coens. Tempest] Spike: Although many see this match as a heatless world title match… I beg to differ. Gavin Coens and Tempest have run into each other more than once over the span of their time here in the HWF – and each encounter built up more animosity. It doesn’t matter how few times they met face to face – each harmful word, insinuation, and comment just added to the fire between these two. Gavin Coens, the man who believes he is god – a former HWF tag champion… but never a world champion. Does he really want this title? Does he honestly think he’s worthy of holding it…? Or should I ask, does he really think IT’S worthy of being held by HIM? Tempest, the woman who has taken out such legends as Michael Trey… well, so have I. Tempest is a different person altogether than I, though. She’s different than EVERY other wrestler on the HWF roster – and I don’t just mean in the sense that she’s female since of course, Inferna and Rayne… well, you get the picture. Tempest shows more passion for her work than anyone else I’ve ever seen – including me. But the drive to win means nothing if there is no skill to back it up. She’s made it this far to a world title match… meaning she also has skill enough to go along with her desire. Be you a god, man, woman, child… the title that these two are fighting for is the complete description of your abilities. Just looking at the level of competition in the HWF says it all if you are the federation’s champion… we’ll see whose position speaks louder at the end. [Fade. Bits of HWF history begin to fade in – May Mahem… King of Violence… Parade of Cannibals… Lance Sterling… Jayson Starr…] Spike: The two men who “made” the HWF, Jayson Starr and Lance Sterling. Their relationship has gone from one end of the spectrum to the opposite in their time of service to the HWF and the fans of professional wrestling… and now it will all come to an end. The man, the myth, and the “greatest” – Lance Sterling. Controversially the best wrestler in the business, even though I have beaten him twice. Jayson Starr, The Hardcore Hero – the man who made his choice on life from watching the passion and ferocity of Marcus Fernandez, Marek De Kere, J. Simon Rykopathe, the late Burton Alder, The Saint, and many others while watching Holiday Hangover. A rather rash choice, but it was one that would prove to be the best in his entire life. These two are now pitted against each other in a survival of the fittest. A Career Match… the second of the night. The second match of the night that WILL mold the future of the loser. The second… but since it involves two that are “higher up” on the HWF ladder it is more important. The story of my life right there… [Fade. Spike, staring out at the water. Wind blows.]
# From dawn until dusk
# Darkened skies
# Fear will strike
# When we are at a loss Spike: Welcome one and all, on this Sunday night to Madison Square Gardens. Tonight, Hardcore Productions and the Hardcore Wrestling Federation proudly bring to you the Pay Per View extravaganza… Dark Horizon. Get your popcorn ready, dropouts – you’re in for a show… [Fade out to Madison Square Garden, where you see thousands upon thousands of HWF fans screaming at the top of their lungs. You hear "Eulogy" by Tool ring out through the speakers, as the cameras pan around the arena back and forth and back and forth, checking out numerous signs and fans in the audience. On the Extream Screen, you see the Dark Horizon logo; and in the ring, you see Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson - both decked out in their Sunday bests. The music slowly fades out, as Tim Miller addresses the crowd for the first time.] Tim: NEW YORK!?! [HUGE pop for the mention of the city.] Jeff: WELCOME TO HWF'S DARK HORIZON!! [Another, even MORE HUGE pop for the mention of the show's name.] Tim: Y'know, back when this federation started in 1998, all the big boys in the industry said that we wouldn't even make it a year in the business.... And here we are, nearly three and a half years later, rocking the biggest arena that America has to offer!! [A third pop is heard, bigger than the other two combined. This is followed by a HUGE "H-W-F, H-W-F" chant. Tim continues now, with introductions.] Tim: I'm Tim Miller... [The fans stir as Jeff raises the mic back to his mouth.] Jeff: And I am the reason that this arena is sold out tonight... The REAL Big Apple... The man that never sleeps... Jeff "Atop the love game, I reign defiant, I make woman bow down, to MY New York Giant!!" ... [Huge pop and laughter from the fans.] Jeff: ...Robinson!! [Another loud round of applause from the fans, as Jeff throws the mic to an attendant at ringside.] Tim: Well, folks, we have a great show for you tonight... Two men are guarenteed to lose their careers, plus we will crown a NEW HWF World Champion!! [More cheers are heard, as Tim wraps it up.] Tim: So let's get right to it... Here comes the DARK HORIZON!! [The last huge cheer is heard, as Tim and Jeff exit the ring and head to the annoucne table. They both get their and put on their headsets.] Jeff: Man, there's gonna be some WICKED violence here tonight!! Tim: You better believe it... Jeff: What's first? [Tim reviews his format sheet.] Tim: Um... Ah yes, the Storm and TATSUMI grudge match. Jeff: OH YEAH!! WHat a way to start things!! ['Nakimushi Death Match' by The Garlic Boys blares throughout the arena as the lights dim a bit. After a moment TATSUMI emerges from the back followed by Darkside Dragon. TATSUMI plays to the fans, headbanging and jumping around while Darkside Dragon stands motionless a few feet behind him. TATSUMI reaches behind him and pulls his Sickle from his waist band and holds it over his head, getting a huge reaction from the fans. After a few more moments TATSUMI and Darkside Dragon head to the ring and TATSUMI hands his Sickle to Darkside Dragon before sliding into the ring. Darkside Dragon takes his place on the outside in TATSUMI's corner as TATSUMI climbs to the top of one of the turnbuckles, massages his throat with two fingers, and then blows yellow-ish smoke high into the air. The fans explode in cheers for their country man as TATSUMI hops down.] Jeff: I wonder is TATSUMI is content with a singles match tonight... Tim: Or Dragon with that Battle Royale. [The lights dim and static appears on the Extream Screen. The sounds of "Loose" by Primer 55 begin to play, and as the drums kick in, the word "IMPACT" appears on the screen. Out walks Jonathan Storm, and he looks around, angry and arrogant. He walks down to the ring, a stern look on his face, and he rolls in, going to hang on the ropes, a la Christian. He hops off and looks around, removing the blue Oakleys from his face.] Jeff: Jonathan Storm's gonna whoop ass tonight!!
 Jonathan Storm vs. TATSUMI [As TATSUMI gets into the ring, Storm starts clobbering him with lefts and rights. TAT falls to one knee, then raises himself and starts blocking punches. He kicks Storm in the gut, and plants a quick spinning neckbreaker. TAT gets up as does Storm, and TAT grabs Storm by the arm, and wrenches on it. TAT gets behind Storm, let's go of the arm and grabs Storm from behind. Storm tries to elbow TAT, but TAT ducks, and hits Storm with a belly to back suplex near the corner. TAT gets up and looks at Storm on the mat for a second.] Jeff: I can't believe that Jap thinks he has an advantage. Tim: Impressive, but quite early on in this match still. Jeff: That Jap is just wasting his time. Tim: His name is TATSUMI, not "That Jap." [With Storm down on the mat TATSUMI hopes over the top rope and to the apron. He waits until Storm starts to stagger to his feet then TATSUMI grabs the top rope, slingshots himself up and then springboards into the ring. TATSUMI flies through the air, locking his legs around Storm's head and jerking him over with a hurricanrana.] Jeff: I see it now. Tim: See what? I brilliant move by TATSUMI? Jeff: No no no. The Jap is being played for a fool. Tim: *sarcastically* Of course Jeff, of course. [With Storm down TATSUMI rolls out of the ring and throws the apron onto the edge of the ring. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a plywood board laced with barbwire and a table. TATSUMI sets up the table and puts the barbwire board on it, then leaves set up at ringside. TATSUMI rolls himself back into the ring as Storm gets to his feet. Storm quickly catches TAT with a "Sudden Impact" (Reverse Russian Leg Sweep) sending both men down. Storm grabs onto the nearby ropes and quickly rises to his feet. Storm then climbs the turnbuckle to the second rope. He jumps off with a quick backflip splash onto TATSUMI. Storm covers. 1.kickout by TATSUMI.] Jeff: Storm is still playing. Leading that Jap on. Tim: I don't think so, TATSUMI is a well established wrestler, and he is doing great so far. Jeff: He's well established as a team wrestler, he can't tag anyone in here so he has to make sure he has endurance, something Storm has, but Jap boy doesn't. Tim: I think you are one of the most disgraceful human beings I have ever met. [Storm rolls out of the ring, and throws the apron onto the side of the ring. He then reaches under the ring, and pulls out a table and two ladders. He sets up a ladder and tosses the table into the ring. Storm leaves the other ladder and rolls in when TATSUMI starts to get up. Storm dropkicks TATSUMI sending him reeling back into the ropes. TAT jumps off the ropes and runs at Storm, but Storm moves out of TATSUMI's way and kicks him in the back sending him onto the apron. TATSUMI gets up, and punches at Storm, Storm clotheslines TATSUMI off the apron and does into the guardrail. Storm climbs the turnbuckle and jumps off with a split legged moonsault. TATSUMI bounces about in pain as Storm gets back up.] Tim: High risk move by Storm, and he nailed TATSUMI with it. Jeff: The damn Jap is a punching bag for Jon Storm right now. [Storm rolls TAT into the ring. Jon soon follows him and does a summersault kick to TAT's head. TAT cluthes his head, obviously in pain and Jon Storm gets to his feet. He looks around the crowd, then rolls TAT over onto his stomach and pulls him to his feet by the head. Jon picks TAT up and gives him a scoop slam, then Jon picks TAT up again by the head. Jon knees TAT in the gut and hooks both of his arms and pulls back in a double underhook suplex. TAT grabs his back in pain and Storm gets to his feet, yet again. ] Jeff: He's in control, go Pop Perfection. Tim: The match can easily change, but yes, Jonathan Storm is in control right now. Jeff: And he'll stay that way too, because he's the Impact. [The Impact walks over to the downed SUMI, and locks on a sleeper. TAT quickly uses his flexibility grabs Impact with his legs around Storm's neck. TAT then whips Storm over him and Storm hits the ropes and bounces back, elbowing TATSUMI in the face. TATSUMI grabs Storm's back as he falls to the mat. TATSUMI then kicks Storm in the back and Storm falls forward onto his hands and knees.] Tim: That was an interesting combination from each competitor. Jeff: What the? [TATSUMI then gets up and picks Jonathan up by the back, and hoists him into the air, and drops back with a German suplex. TATSUMI rolls out of the ring and grabs his Sickle. Storm is up and he comes flying over the top rope with a cross body. The sickle falls to the ground and so do Storm and SUMI. TAT pushes Storm off of him and gets up looking mad. He grabs the sickle again and runs at Storm. Storm gets up in time and kicks the sickle out of TATSUMI's hands and it flies out of sight. TATSUMI still runs at Jon and hits a forearm to Jon's face.] Tim: TATSUMI gaining a bit of offense. Jeff: That Jap can't hold it up. v [TAT gets up. He pulls Storm to his feet and short arm clotheslines him back to the ground. TAT picks Jonathan Storm up and kicks him in the gut, sending Jonathan keeling over. TAT signals for victory and tries the Noushi (double underhook piledriver). Storm counters, back body dropping TAT over. TAT hits the glass mat hard, causing a hairline crack to form on the mat.] Tim: Did you see what just happened? There is a crack in the mat! Jeff: It didn't break yet? Dammit. Stupid Jap isn't heavy enough to break the damn glass. [Jonathan Storm picks up TATSUMI and throws him into the corner. TATSUMI runs in and hits his chest on the turnbuckle and stumbles backwards. Storm grabs TAT from behind and goes for a victory roll. 1.2.Kickout by TATSUMI. Storm picks up TATSUMI by his head again and then drops him in a DDT. Storm is quickly back to his feet and he hits a rolling, half crab on TATSUMI. TAT reaches for the ropes nearby, and manages to grab them. The ref makes Storm let go. Storm gets up and argues with the ref briefly before returning to hitting TATSUMI with kicks and punches. Storm then bounces back to the nearest ropes and does a baseball slide kicking TATSUMI in the head knocking him out of the ring. Jon gets up and grabs the table that has been upside down just sitting in the ring for ages, and he sets it up. He leaves the ring and tosses in a ladder. With the other ladder that is still set up, Jon climbs up, then as he's about ready to jump off, TATSUMI spears it, sending Jon back and his back hitting the guardrail hard. Storm cringes in pain and grabs his back. TATSUMI tosses the other ladder into the ring. TAT gets into the ring himself, and sets up the ladders side by side in the corner. He then picks up the table and puts it on top, creating a mini-scaffold. TATSUMI climbs the turnbuckle and jumps off for a knee to Storm's back, but Storm rolls out of the way. Storm slowly gets up and he pulls TAT to his feet. The Impact latches on to TAT and drives him back with a suplex.] Tim: How much punishment can TATSUMI absorb and still keep coming? Jeff: Who cares? He's been getting his ass kicked this whole match. [Jonathan rolls TAT into the ring, and then grabs onto the middle rope and pulls himself onto the apron. Storm gets onto the apron, then climbs into the ring. He whips TAT into the ropes and on the return hits TAT with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker. TAT clutches his back in agony and Storm picks him up. Storm sets him on top of the nearest turnbuckle. Then Storm hits "The Fall From Grace" (Vertebreaker from the Second Turnbuckle).] Tim: OH MY GOD! He just hit the FALL FROM GRACE! Jeff: That means it's time for.POP PERFECTION!! Tim: Do you think this is the end? [Storm pulls TAT to his feet and hits "Pop Perfection" (Franchiser) and TAT crumples to the mat. Storm gets up quickly and climbs the mini-scaffold. Storm gets up and points to the downed TATSUMI. SUMI starts to move slightly, and Jon Storm jumps off the scaffold and hits "Anaheim Aftershock" (Frogsplash from Top Rope) creating another crack in the mat. Storm is first to his feet and he lifts up TATSUMI. He throws TAT into the nearest ropes and chops him to keep him there. Jon then picks up TAT for a powerbomb, but TATSUMI reverses and hits a snap hurricanrana sending Storm across the ring floor.] Tim: TATSUMI isn't giving up without a fight. Jeff: That was a cool move. That Jap guy, he can do some cool shit. Tim: Didn't Luger beat you up a few weeks back for making fun of him? Wait until TATSUMI does the same thing. Jeff: Shut up. [TATSUMI picks up Storm and grabs his arm. TAT goes for an arm drag and turns it into a cross arm breaker. TAT wrenches on Storm's arm. Jon cries out in pain, and TAT let's go. TAT gets up and kicks Jon Storm in the head. Jon grabs his head and is lifted to his feet by TATSUMI. TAT picks up Jonathan and gives him a scoop slam, then bounces off the ropes and hits Jonathan with a lionsault. TAT picks up Storm and throws him through the ropes to the outside. While out there, TAT hits Jon with a DDT, laying him out near the barbwire board. TATSUMI goes under the ring and pulls out a table. He sets the table up and the board on top. TAT goes under the ring again and pulls out white plastic bucket full of liquid. He pulls a black piece of cloth out and tha crowd cheers, realising what it is. TAT slides into the ring and rings out the excess liquid and pulls the shirt on. The shirt reads TATSUMI in bold white letters. TATSUMI waits for Storm to start getting up and by now he's standing mid ring with Storm recovering on the floor below. TAT lights the shirt on fire with a lighter he pulls from his tights and tosses lighter out of the ring. TAT rushes at the ropes, leaps up, and springboards into a flaming Tenkyuu (Rain from a Cloudless Sky): Shooting Star Plancha (Suicide Dive Shooting Star Press). TAT nails Storm chest to chest, both tumble down near the table. Crew members come out and douse the flames. Tim: HOLY SHIT! Crowd H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F! Jeff: KICKASS! That move rocked! [From the entrance way, a figure creeps slowly. It is Darkside DRAGON! Darkside Dragon limps to ringside on crutches. TAT is up first and he rolls Storm into the ring. TAT rolls himself in. He picks up The Impact and gives him a tilt-a-whirl slam and both men lay there. Both of them try and get up, and do so slowly.] Tim: He shouldn't be out here! He just had surgery! Jeff: I think he wants to help his partner. Tim: What gave you that idea? [Dragon notices both men are tired after few minutes and tries to toss a crutch in for TAT. Jon Storm intercepts and lays out TAT with the crutch, breaking it in the process. Storm slides out and taunts the helpless Dragon. ] Tim: If Dragon is attacked now, it could stop the chance for a full recovery from Dragon. Jeff: *sarcastically* Oh no! NOT THAT! [Storm attacks Dragon, knocking the crutch out and tripping him. Storm taunts him some more then locks on Encore Performance (Single Leg Crab)] Tim: THE MOVE THE INJURED DRAGON IN THE FIRST PLACE!! Jeff: ENCORE PERFOMANCE BABY! Tim: This move is devastating. [Finally after a few moments we see TATSUMI fly over the top rope with a cross body to save his partner. Storm rolls out of the way, leaving TAT to land hard on Dragon's leg.] Tim: Oh my god! TATSUMI just nailed Dragon's leg! Jeff: That moron! Tim: Oh my god! [TAT gets up and begins checking on his buddy. TAT gets dropped by Storm with a reverse DDT. Storm then rolls TATSUMI onto the nearby table with the barbwire board. Storm turns to climb into the ring but notices the shiny zippo lighter that TAT discarded early sitting near the white bucket of flammable liquid. Storm grabs the bucket and douses TAT and the table, then grabs the lighter. Storm climbs onto the apron and starts to push himself onto the top turnbuckle, lighter in hand. As he tries to strike it TAT slips off the table and leaps onto the apron. Before Storm knows it TAT nails him right in the balls, leaving Storm sitting on the top rope, his feet on the outside of the ring. TAT snatches the lighter, and climbs up on the turnbuckle with Storm. TAT strikes the lighter, using his magic touch, and tosses it back onto the drenched table with the barbwire board on it. It explodes into flames. TAT then leaps up, locks his legs around Storm's head and flips him off the top turnbuckle with a Hurricanrana. TATSUMI lands hard on his shoulder on the apron as Storm flies out and smashes right through the flaming barbwire covered table!] Crowd H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F! Tim: HOLY SHIT! That's one of the most extreme moves I've ever seen! Jeff: GOD DAMN! That move kicked ass! [TATSUMI rolls himself off of the apron and onto the mat. He lands on his hands and knees and tries to catch his breath. TAT goes over to Jon Storm and picks him up. TAT whips Storm into the stairs, but Storm reverses sending TAT into them instead. Storm picks TAT up and rolls him into the ring. Storm jumps onto the apron and flips over the top rope with a shoulder block onto TATSUMI's stomach. TAT is winded and tries to catch his breath. Storm picks up TATSUMI and throws him into the ropes. TAT comes back and falls into Storm giving him some sort of a spear/tackle combination. Both men go down, and TATSUMI gets up first. TAT Picks up Storm and gives him a running reverse bulldog. Storm lays on the mat, on his back. TAT gets up quickly. TAT climbs up on the scaffold he made with 2 ladders and a table. TAT jumps off with a corkscrew 450 splash to Storm, but Storm rolls out of the ring and TAT flies down and crashes hard through the glass.] Crowd H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F! Tim: STORM JUST WON THE MATCH! Jeff: All over a damn botched move by the Jap. Tim: How did Storm manage to escape? [Storm leaves with both Dragon and TATSUMI left destroyed and motionless. EMTs flood the scene.] Jeff: Storm just destroyed the Warriors! Tim: We'll give you an update on the Warriors as soon as one becomes available, and we'll be right back. [The cameras cut backstage, near the back door of the arena. The door is thrown open, and Lance Sterling walks through the door, carrying a duffel bag containing his gear. He walks past a member of the HWF production crew, and pauses.] Sterling: Hey, you seen Jayson Starr around here? Crew Member: Nope. [Sterling snarls and grabs the man by the lapels of his shirt.] Sterling: You're lying! I know that son of a bitch is around here somewhere! Crew Member: L-Lance, I didn't see him! I swear! [Sterling releases his grip, narrowing his eyes.] Sterling: Okay... but if you see that bastard, tell him he's a dead man. [Sterling stomps away, angrily, as the crew members shakes his head. The camera cuts to another area backstage now, where Tony Bradshaw is seen approaching Renegade who is purchasing a soda from one of the machines in the back. The machine rejects Renegade's dollar. Renegade tries again, and gets the same result. He straightens the dollar and triest again. His dollar pops back out. Pissed off, Renegade punches the machine, and turns around to walk away, but almost runs over Tony, barely noticing him, then stops...] Renegade: Hey there Tony, got change for a dollar? Tony Bradshaw: I'm not sure... Renegade: Well, look...fuckin idiot... [Tony digs in his pocket and pulls out four quarters. He hands them to Renegade as Renegade gives him the bill. Renegade deposits the coins in the machine and presses the button for a coke. The coke comes barreling down and Renegade grabs it. Then he turns back to Tony...] Renegade: Oh, did you want something else? Tony Bradshaw: Umm yes, could I get your final comments on your upcoming match? Renegade: Sure Tony. It's for the number one contendership of the Smackdown title. A title I really don't give a rat's ass about, but that's ok. I want to win this match for the sake of winning the match. Enough people have given me shit and pissed me off. Why? I don't know! Why can't people just learn their lessons? Some of the HWF roster is rather thickheaded. Let's take a look, huh? Why don't you run all the names by me, and I'll give you a short little input about each one of the six of them... Tony Bradshaw: Ok, we'll start off with Nightstalker.... Renegade: That guy is quite the jackass. Overconfident, arrogant, and cocky all for no reason at all. What in the hell has he done? I have won the hardcore title, twice. I'd like to see him last an hour in a long distance match with me. Hell no, he couldn't do that. No way he could have lasted in that crazy ass match at Seven. I am a lot tougher than this guy and their is no doubt about it. I can dish out the pain throughout the whole match, and I can also take it. Not that NightStalker is going to get any shots in or anything. He'll be lucky if he's not one of the first guys out of this match. I don't like the guy, I don't respect the guy, and I seriously doubt that he has it in him to win this match. I doubt his ability, and why he was placed in this match with me, I have no idea. It's no problem, I'm not saying I won't enjoy beating him senseless. That will be great...Next... Tony Bradshaw: Alright, there's also Rayne, who is undefeated so far... Renegade: Big fuckin deal. This bitch beats Inferna? That says a hell of what? Nothing. Inferna is a no talent bitch, but I will elaborate on that later. So she beats Silky Palms. Congrats to her, but look who he teamed with. Fuckin Partners In Crime, how tough can that guy be? Silky is a little bitch, and she smacked him around like one, just like anyone can. I sure as hell want to, but first there is this match tonight. Rayne, some chick who thinks she's done it all already because she beats three jobbers in a row. Wow! And she says I have done nothing? I won the hardcore title twice, and have more victories than she'll ever have, and she makes fun of my accomplishments? I doubt she will ever hold a credible title. Notice I said credible, which Smackdown is not. That's alright, I would win this to rub it in all their faces. Rayne thinks she's won this match, and she thinks she's better then every one of her opponents. I'm sorry that's not the case. She thinks it will be EASY? Well, let me tell you something Rayne, the HWF is not a Burger King, you WON'T have it your way, I gaurentee it! Tony Bradshaw: Hmmm, next there is Inferna... Renegade: I already said she was a bitch, and she is with Silky! How smart can she be? Hell, she's tougher than her lover, but that doesn't mean shit because she is going to get beaten badly tonight. No mercy, just one hell of a beating. I don't care who kicks her teeth back into place, I'd like to, but as long as some one gets the job done with that peice of shit, I'm happy. She is about as arrogant as Rayne, but not half as annoying. Maybe less intelligent, because she thinks I don't deserve to be a two time hardcore champ. Well, I'll tell you how much I deserve it. One hour, against Blake Frost, one fuck of a match, I damn sure know I deserved that. Seven? I kicked some ass with a bunch of other blood thirsty guys that wanted the hardcore title. I beat all their asses, and I damn well deserved that. And tonight, I will deserve it when I win... Tony Bradshaw: Ok, next there is the team of Ares and X... Renegade: Those jackasses shouldn't be in this match. Spike and I kicked their asses no problem, and they just plain suck. How they got into the HWF? I have no clue because they are no good. They don't deserve it. They deserve to be delivering food to the Extreme Measures locker room, that's what they deserve. I don't know why they are here, but I will make them think twice about calling HWF their home... Tony Bradshaw: Wow...How about Darkside Dragon? Renegade: Pffff..... Tony Bradshaw: Alight then. Wait, before you go, do you think it was unfair that Partners in Crime are getting tag title shots tonight instead of you and Spike? Renegade: As so many people say, actions speak louder than words...Just wait and see.... [The cameras cut back to ringside, where they're preparing for the Smackdown! Title match. A loud, static guitar riff blasts over the PA system... followed by another. Drum symbols repeatedly crash for a few more seconds... until the full guitar of "Rocket Science" plays. Spike walks confidently out onto the ramp, holding his Skateboard O' Doom in his right hand. he stands at the ramp, panning over the crowd with a grin on his face. He raises the skateboard in the air to a loud pop and makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands as he gets to the ring. He circles the ring to the right, clasping hands of the crowd as he walks. In a corner of the guardrail, he lifts himself up, one leg on the bottom of the rail, the other leg stretched out to the side on the top rail, holding himself balanced. He throws his arms in the air, lifting the skateboard again to another pop.]
][I never wanted to be anybody's anything and, [Spike drops to the floor again, holding the skateboard under his arm and rolls into the ring. He stands on the second ropes, bouncing slightly with the board raised again. He bounces one last time and spins in mid air, dropping to his feet.] ["Rosegrove" by Clawfinger hits the speakers and is met with a chorus of boos from the crowd. After a few seconds, Phoenix slowly walks through the curtains, wearing his old black corduroy shorts and an "I Kicked Lance Sterling's Ass" shirt with the sleeves torn off. He walks to the front of the stage to survey the crowd for a few seconds. He then raises his right arm into the air which draws more boos before slowly walking down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and stares at the belt being hung from the rafters.]
#I feel safe... [...The UNKLE remix of "The World Is Not Enough" begins to play, as the masses of fans get to their feet loudly. Silver lights flicker over the arena, adding to the already eerie vibes. Michael Trey steps out into the entrance way and begins running down to the ring. He slaps fans hands as he does so, and dives right in. His music fades out.] Tim: And here we are. The Smackdown Title matchup. Jeff: This should proove entertaining. Tim: Remember folks, this is a Smackdown Division match. 2 points for a First Blood. 1 for Second Blood. 2 for putting your opponent through a table. 3 for a pinfall, 3 for a submission, and 5 for a TKO or Knockout. You can also win if you climb the ladder and grab the title. All this in a 30 minute span. Jeff: That's right. 30 minutes are on the board, and the bell just rang. Let's see some ACTION!
 Michael TreyC vs. Spike vs. Phoenix
SMACKDOWN UPDATE [Phoenix and Spike immdiately begin to double team Michael Trey. They back him into the corner, and take turns throwing lefts and rights at him. Phoenix backs off and taunts the crowd. They burst into boos. Spike takes this oppertunity, and delivers a chop to Trey's chest.] ["WHOO!"] [Spike takes back his arm, and swings it again at Trey's chest. Another chop.] ["WHOOOO!"] [Spike moves his arm back again, but Trey grabs Spike, and throws him into the corner himself. The crowd really gets behind Trey, cheering and yelling. Trey swiftly chops Spike.] ["WHOOOOO!!!!"] Tim: Those chops are devestating. They'll take the wind right out of ya! Jeff: I say... bring out the tables! [Phoenix goes outside as Trey takes care of Spike inside the ring. Phoenix goes up the ramp to get the ladder. Trey sees this and follows Phoenix up the ramp. Spike quickly follows as well. Trey jumps into Phoenix and begins to brawl with him near the edge of the ramp. Spike runs up and clotheslines both men. He picks up Trey and they get into another fist fight. Trey gets the advantage and nearly knocks Spike off. Phoenix comes in for the save and gets thrown at Spike by Trey. Spike regains his balance and grabs Phoenix’s shirt from behind and yanks him off the edge. Phoenix falls through a tech-table at the bottom of the stage.] Tim: A TABLE POINT FOR SPIKE! 6 MINUTES INTO THE MATCH! Jeff: Not good for Phoenix. Definately not good.
SMACKDOWN UPDATE [Spike then turns to look at Trey, and attempts a standing side kick. Trey grabs his foot, and violently throws him backwards. Spike falls right on to Phoenix on the tech table. The ref shakes his head - no point. Trey picks up the ladder from the entranceway, and takes it down to ringside. Phoenix and Spike begin to stir. Phoenix throws Spike off of him, and holds his stomach on his way up to his feet. He picks up a board from the broken table - still holding his back and stomach.] Tim: What's Phoenix planning here? Jeff: I don't know! But if Trey gets to the ring and sets that ladder up, he may retain that title! [Trey throws the ladder into the ring, and raises his arms in the air, yelling "It's Over!" The fans cheer, and Trey rolls into the ring. On the outside, Phoenix is holding the board of wood, waiting for Spike to get up. As Spike reaches his feet, Phoenix shoves the rough end of the broken wood into Spike's face. A second ref watches the action, and raises Phoenix's hand. The camera zooms in, and we see Spike's head on the floor with blood racing down his nose, and some into his mouth.] Jeff: First blood awarded to Phoenix! The tables have turned! Tim: Oh, you're hillarious... Jeff: Ain't I? Tim: Oh! Trey's beginning to set that ladder up! [Trey stands the ladder up, and locks it in. He begins to climb the rungs, one by one. Phoenix runs from the entrance ramp all the way to the ring. Trey tips the title, but he doesn't get it. Phoenix slides into the ring, and pushes the ladder. Trey quickly jumps off before he ends up on those top ropes.] Tim: Trey got lucky there! Jeff: Yeah, if he stayed on that ladder, Claire would be devestated! [Michael Trey ducks a punch from Phoenix and begins hammering away at his face with a flurry of right hands. After about ten punches, Phoenix quickly ducks as Trey misses with a haymaker. Phoenix quickly slips his head underneath Trey's chin, grabs Trey's head, and drops to his knees delivering a jawbreaker to Trey. While Michael lies on the mat holding his face in pain, Phoenix grabs him by the arm and drags him over to the ropes placing his body underneath the bottom rope so that his head rest on the apron. Phoenix then picks up the ladder in the ring lifts it over the ropes placing it across the face of Trey. Phoenix then grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over dropping a leg on the ladder/face of Trey before crashing hard to the concrete.] ["H-W-F! H-W-F! H-W-F!"] [The ref raises Pheonix's hand again.] Tim: OH MY GOD! Jeff: PHOENIX BROKE TREY'S FACE! [Blood begins to pour from Trey's lip and nose.]
SMACKDOWN UPDATE [Phoenix grabs Trey, and puts him in the middle of the ring to make the pin. The ref counts...] [One......Two......Th.......] [Spike comes out of nowhere and interrupts the count. Phoenix gets up, and Spike throws him against the ropes. As he comes back, he spears Spike, and makes another cover.] [One.....Two.... Kickout.] Jeff: So far, this match looks like it's going to Phoenix! Tim: Phoenix is dominating! [Phoenix picks up the ladder and waits for Spike to turn around. When he does, Phoenix winds up baseball style and blasts him in the face with the side of the ladder dropping Spike instantly. Phoenix quickly takes the ladder and slides out of the ring with it. He then lies one end of the ladder on the barricade and the other end on the ring apron creating a little ladder bridge. He quickly slides back into the ring and pulls Spike to his feet. Nix backs him into the ropes right in front of the ladder and attempts to whip him across the ring, only to have it reversed by Spike. Phoenix hits the ropes and dashes back at Spike. Spike lowers his head at the last second attempting to flip Phoenix onto the ladder bridge with a back body drop. On the way over, Phoenix grabs the top rope and uses it to help himself land on his feet on the apron. Spike then turns around when he doesn't hear any contact between a body and a ladder only to catch a right hand from Phoenix in the side of the face. Phoenix then grabs Spike's head placing him in suplex position, hoists him up, and then drops him hard on the ladder with a falcon arrow.] Tim: OH MY..... Jeff: ...GAVIN! THAT'S GOTTA HURT! [Trey comes back in the ring with a chair while Phoenix covers Spike again. The ref gets down for the count.] [One...Two......And Micheal Trey SMACKS the back of Phoenix's head with the chair. Then he goes down to cover Spike. One ref counts the cover, and the other counts the time Phoenix's shoulders are down.] [One....] [One...] [Two...] [Two...] [Three!] Tim: Trey just pinned Spike! And Phoenix is still down for a 10 count! [Three...] [Trey gets up, and rests himself in the corner.] [Four...] Jeff: Bad move by Trey. If I were him, I'd go for another count. [Five...] [Spike begins to get up, and so does Phoenix. The count is stopped. Spike hoists himself into another turnbuckle, and Trey climbs his. Phoenix is still dazed, trying to get his head back up after falling back down.] Jeff: Close call for Phoenix and Spike! That could have brought Trey into a bigger lead! Tim: You're right on that one. [Phoenix is down in the middle of the ring, Trey is up on the turnbuckle, Spike is in the far corner, fixing something on his leg – Trey prepares the jump off, and Spike sparks a flame on his leg. The lights go out for Trey’s "Lights Out” Moonsault, but Spike’s boot is on fire. With Trey upside-down for the moonsault, Spike plants a flaming sidekick to his stomach and pins Trey.] ["HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!"] Tim: SPIKE IS INSANE! [One.. Two... THREE!]
SMACKDOWN UPDATE [Trey rolls out of the ring, and Phoenix finally gets to his feet. Phoenix kicks Spike in the gut, and puts him in a front chancery. He lifts Spike's hand to put him in a suplex, but Spike reverses and crotches him on the ropes. Spike grapevines his leg and applies an in ropes Octopus stretch, balanced on the top ropes.] Tim: Text book octapus stretch! Jeff: Well yay for Spike. [In the meanwhile, Trey has been setting up a tower of tables. He sees Spike holding Phoenix in a submission, and quickly smacks Spike with a chair. Trey slides in the ring, and Spike and Phoenix quickly follow. Trey throws Phoenix backwards with a slingshot. Spike catches Phoenix in the air with a fireman’s carry. He drops Pheonix down with a Death Valley Driver.] Jeff: DONUT RAPING JELLY BEAN ELEPHANTS! Tim: Is Phoenix okay?! He's taken a lot of bumps to the head! [Spike rushes Trey, but Trey takes him down with a drop toe hold, into a crossface. Spike quickly reaches the ropes, and the ref breaks the hold. Trey gets up, and pulls Spike's legs. Spike kicks Trey in the face, and gets up. He tries to slingshot Trey into the ropes, but Trey reverses it and throws Spike into them. Spike comes back trying for a clothesline, but Trey hits a HUGE hip toss right at the ropes, throwing Spike out of the ring, and onto the announcer table, shattering it!] Jeff: SHIT EATING CHILD MOLESTING DONKEY WITH ONE TESTICLE! OUR TABLE! Tim: IS THAT A POINT? [The two refs nod at each other, and they hold Trey's arm up. Phoenix then throws a table into the ring, hitting Trey in the back. Phoenix then slides in with a steel baseball bat. He swings to keep Trey at bay. After a swing, Trey dropkicks him back to the outside. Trey picks up the table, and on the outside, Phoenix is enraged. Phoenix lights the tower of tables on fire on the outside.] Tim: A little reminicent? Didn't we see this at Parade Of Cannibals? Jeff: This is going to be good. [Trey turns around to place the table near the turnbuckle, but Phoenix jolts back into the ring, swings the steel bat, and breaks the table in Trey's face! The peices of the table scratch and slice up Trey's chest. Phoenix swings again, but Trey ducks. The ref motions something to the score keeper. Phoenix hits Trey's ribs with the bat, and Trey falls to the ground. The ref holds up Phoenix's hand.] Tim: THAT WAS A POINT?! Jeff: Trey ate the table! Not Phoenix!
SMACKDOWN UPDATE [Spike has gotten back in the ring, and clotheslines Phoenix. He picks up the bat, and begins to SMASH it down onto Phoenix's body. He throws the bat down, while Phoenix rolls around the apron coughing up blood. Spike picks up the ladder, and sets it up.] Tim: This could be it! With 5 minutes remaining! Jeff: NO! WHAT ABOUT PHOENIX? [Suddenly, out from the entranceway comes a man in black, with the word "RELEASE" on his t-shirt. He checks up on Phoenix on the outside.] Tim: That's the guy that attacked Trey on Suicide! Jeff: You think he's here to get Trey? Tim: He's speaking with Phoenix! What do you think?! [Trey and Spike begin to climb the ladder, and trying to get each other off as well. The man in black, outside of the ring, helps Phoenix up and back into the ring. Trey and Spike are at the middle of the ladder, and punching each other from the sides of the ladder. Phoenix and the man in black nod at each other.] Tim: The man with "Release" written on his shirt is obviously thinking what Phoenix is thinking! Jeff: This can get interesting! [As Trey and Spike get to the top of the ladder, they are swinging for the title. Trey has grabbed a hold of it, and Spike is trying to punch him. Trey looses grip of the title, and the man in black and Phoenix each grab hold of the ladder. They push the ladder, and it begins to tip over. Phoenix then dropkicks the ladder, and Trey flies off, JUST missing the flaming tower of tables. However, Spike falls DIRECTLY on the tower of tables! His body lights on fire, as he twitches and rolls around on the floor.] ["HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK!"] Jeff: GOOD CHEESE NIBBLING COCK GOBLINS! Tim: SPIKE WAS JUST DESTROYED! SOMEBODY GET THE EMT'S OUT HERE! Jeff: FORGET THE EMTS! CALL THE FIRE STATION!
SMACKDOWN UPDATE [The bell rings as "Rosegrove" by Clawfinger hits the speakers! Trey quickly makes his way to the back as he stares at the man in black. Phoenix holds the Smackdown title high in the ring. And Spike is twitching on the floor on the outside as the EMT's rush to his aid.] Tim: WHO THE HELL IS THAT MAN IN BLACK?! AND WHAT DOES HE WANT WITH TREY? Jeff: Everyone hates Trey! [Fade to the HWF logo, and then a crown. Then a voice says: "There are many types of kings. There is a king for every realm. A king for every kingdom. They come and go, with little care. However, once a year, there is a special kind of King that is crowned. After a one-night tournament, this King will stand tall and hold his sceptre high. He is a champion. A warrior. He is... the KING OF VIOLENCE." A King Of Violence 2 logo appears on the screen.] Tim: I'm being told we have to cut back to the locker room... [The scene cuts backstage to Gary Luger’s locker room. Luger is sat in a chair, already in his wrestling attire, and Nikki is stood behind him. Luger doesn’t look overly happy with something.] Gary Luger: Look, I know you thought it would be nice for you to be here in person to support me, but you’ve got to think about your own safety as well, Nikki. You promised me last night that you would stay well away from here, and yet what did you do? He's done it before, Nikki, and he will do it again. I'm not trying to scare you, I'm telling you what he is like. Nikki: Yeah, I know, but what look, we have been here a while now, and what has happened? Nothing, he’s got a title match to worry about. He isn’t going to be going rampant backstage when he has to face you later on. Gary Luger: No, Nikki. You still don't seem to appreciate what this man is like. That’s exactly the sort of thing he would try and pull to try and get me rattled before the match, to really scare you. He likes to unsettle people and use anything he can to intimidate them. [Nikki draws closer behind Gary and begins to massage his shoulders gently.] Nikki: Look, just relax okay, it’s not long until the match and he hasn’t done anything yet. You need to get your focus and loosen up for your match. You are a bit tense, I can sense it. You need to let go of those nerves. Gary Luger: A few nerves are natural, Nikki, they help your performance. They make sure that you don’t go easy on anything, or in this case, anyone. Don’t get me wrong, Nikki, I’m not nervous about the match itself. I know what I want and I know how to get it. It’ll take some doing, but it’s well within my grasp and I can’t afford to lose this belt. It means so much to me in so many ways. Nikki: Yeah, that’s right. This is more like the stuff I want to hear. You’ll do just fine. [The scene fades out and we go back to the ring.] Tim: *cough*skank*cough* Jeff: What was that? Tim: Nothing... Jeff: Yeah, that's right... or else I'll get Buck Williams out here! [The lights suddenly go out. There is silence until "Just a Girl" is blasted over the speakers. A wall of fire shoots up from the ground and Inferna appears behind it, wearing her trademark red halter top, black hot pants, and boots. She is accompanied by Silky who has one arm around her shoulders. The wall lowers and Inferna sexily strides down the ramp to the ring. Inferna pulls Silky close to her and kisses him deeply and the audience responds with whistles and shouts. They part but then Silky grabs her again and kisses her good luck one final time. Then she jumps up onto the apron in one fluid motion and turns to the crowd and smiles sexily. Then holding on to the top rope, she flips into the ring. She stands in the middle of the ring and blows a kiss to her boyfriend.] Tim: Inferna is one of two women competing in this match, plus one of three competing on this card! [The Arena light's turn off and Purple and Deep Dark red light's flicker on and off in the arena about 15 seconds later Gothic Girl- Velvet Rose blares through the arena with The Halloween Theme playin softly in the background givin an eerie feeling to the arena. Rayne walks out in her provovative outfit and walks down giving a cold hearted look to the crowd.] Jeff: The HWF is opening its doors to both males and females, something I would not have expected when the HWF began. Tim: These women have proven that wrestling is not just for the men, and that they can take hardcore wrestling just as well as the boys. ["Mr. Clean" by Millencolin Entrance Desciption: "Mr. Clean" by Millencolin begins to playAs X and his therapist, Dr. Jezebel enter the arena floor. X raises his arms and pokes his tongue out at the crowd. Then, he grabs Dr. Jezebel's hand and walks down to the ring. when inside the ring, X climbs one of the turnbuckles and with both hands, smacks himself on the sides of his head. Then he jumps down and Dr. Jezebel whispers something to him, to which he responds by helping her out of the ring, then taking a couple of falls inside the ring.] Jeff: Dr. Jezebel can nurse me anytime she wants.. ["Spacelord" by Monster AMgnet begins to play throughout the arena. Ares, THe War God, Walks out onto the entrance ramp and down to the ring. He carries with him his antique medival mace and a scowl. As he pulls himself into the ring, he looks deep into the crowd of wrestling fans, then raises his hands, setting off flashes of red pyro all around the ring.] Tim: A flashy entrance for Ares, who is our fourth entry into this battle royale. [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.] Jeff: Renegade has turned up the heat lately and this match is the perfect chance for him to take his act to a whole new level. [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. Tempest walks behind him, showing her displeasure with being there. 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: Just returning recently, Night Stalker has returned and is darker than ever! Jeff: Yeah, and he has Tempest at his side! Tim: Well, that's the stipulation that was decided months ago and Tempest has to accompany Night Stalker to the ring. Jeff: Everyone is stoked and ready for this match! Tim: Stoked? What are you, a skateboarder? Jeff: Oh, screw you. If you were half as cool as me, you'd thank the heavens. Tim: So I would... If you don't mind, I'll just thank the heavens I'm not close to being like you. Jeff: Suit yourself.
 Night Stalker vs. Renegade vs. Inferna vs. Darkside Dragon vs. Rayne vs. X vs. Ares [The bell sounds, bringing the match to a start. The seven participants are all a bit unsure of what to do, but Inferna breaks the awkward moment by rushing towards Rayne and tackling her with a double leg takedown.] Jeff: Chick on chick! [As Tim groans, X and Ares take the task of fighting against Night Stalker and Renegade. X is shoved to the mat by Renegade, rolling to his feet and stands, just as Renegade runs towards him. X sees the attack, but can do nothing as Renegade takes him to the ground with a clothesline.] Tim: Everyone getting a piece of the action now! [Ares is left to hold his own against Night Stalker and Renegade. Clearly not an easy task, Ares is fighting a loosing battle trading punches with both men. Finally, Ares gets a break as Renegade switches gears and takes a wild swing, clothesling Night Stalker to the mat. Ares then nails Renegade with a superkick, dropping the big man to the mat and through the ropes.] Jeff: Is he out?! Tim: No! He went through the ropes! [Ares waits for Renegade to get up on the outside, but takes too long staring. Night Stalker connects with a right hand, taking Ares to the mat hard. X is on his feet and runs at Stalker, dropkicking the back of Stalker's leg. Night Stalker drops to one knee, as X continues to kick the back of his legs.] [Rayne and Inferna have gotten to their feet, getting more technical. Rayne seems to have control, as she whips Inferna across the ring into the other corner.. Unbeknownst to Inferna, Renegade has just rolled in to the ring, standing in the corner! Inferna tries her best to stop, but she runs right into a waiting Renegade who catches her and tosses Inferna straight into the air, allowing Inferna to free fall face first back to the mat!] Jeff: Crap! Inferna was thrown eight feet into the air and fell flat onto her face! [Rayne runs over, trying to capitalize on the stroke of luck. She grabs Inferna's fiery red hair, pulling her to her feet. Rayne tosses Inferna over the ropes, wiping her hands of Inferna... or did she?] Tim: Inferna is holding onto the ropes!! Jeff: WHAT?! [The camera man runs to the side of the ring Inferna dangles from, as we find her frantically attempting to get back in the ring. Silky rushes to her aid, but the referee on the outside is quick to get in Silk's way, keeping him from helping Inferna. Rayne goes to the ropes, pulling Inferna's hair and trying to kick her off the ropes. Renegade takes the scene in, before grabbing Rayne's hair and throwing her to the mat. Renegade walks away from the action, as Inferna finally gets a hold of the apron and rolls back into the ring.] Tim: What an effort to stay in this match! [Night Stalker has gotten up from the offensive of X and has followed right behind him. X kicks Renegade, who has Ares in a camel clutch, breaking the hold. He gets up and turns right into the clutches of Stalker! Night Stalker has X around the neck and lifts him into the air and walks to the ropes, chokeslamming X to the floor!!!] Tim: X HAS BEEN CHOKESLAMMED TO THE CEMENT FLOOR!! He is ELIMINATED! Jeff: What a show of power by the returning Night Stalker! [Ares is waiting on the man who eliminated his partner, kicking Stalker as he turns around. Ares jumps and connects with an X-Factor!] [Inferna is to her feet and rushes to Rayne, grabbing Rayne by the hair and taking her to the ropes. Inferna tosses Rayne over the ropes, but Rayne is able to land on the apron. Rayne nails Inferna with a right hand, knocking the vixen back. Rayne grabs the top rope, waiting for Inferna to turn. As she does, Rayne leaps to the top rope and springboards off, wrapping her legs around Inferna and connects with a hurricanrana!!] Jeff: Rayne showing off the skills! Look at Renegade, he's just chilling in the corner! [As mentioned, Renegade is leaning in the corner, just taking in all of the action.] Tim: Renegade is showing intelligence by resting for the end of this match. [Rayne and Inferna are again to their feet, trading punches. Renegade sees something he likes, finally getting out of the corner. Renegade walks to the two women, as they both see him out of the corner of their eyes. Immediately stopping and taking the defensive, they are grabbed by the large hands of Renegade. He puts both women in front face locks, backing to the ropes.] Jeff: What is Renegade doing?! [Renegade lifts both women up, each in one arm, suplexing both females over the ropes and to the floor!!] Jeff: NO! The chicks are eliminated! Tim: Renegade was just waiting for the right chance, now the count is down to three! Renegade, Ares, and Night Stalker are our remaining participants. Jeff: Thanks for telling us... It's not like we can't see the action. [Meanwhile, Ares mounts the top rope in a daring move. Ares leaps off, incredibly high in the air, and hits a major frog splash on Night Stalker!] Jeff: Ares is taking risks, going to that top rope.. this one paid off though! Tim: The fans are on their feet for that one! [Ares has Night Stalker turned over and has locked on an elevated boston crab, wrenching back on Stalker. Stalker knows that the hold won't be broken if he gets to the ropes, so he pushes with all his might, attempting to power Ares off. Ares pulls back, determined to drain Night Stalker of all energy. Renegade calls to the outside, handed a chair by a HWF crew person. He picks up the chair, turns and lets loose on Ares, plowing the chair into his skull!! Ares immediately drops the legs of Stalker and rolls face down on the canvas. Back to Ares, the camera zooms in, seeing blood already dropping from his forehead to the canvas.] Jeff: What a shot to the head! Ares is busted open! [Renegade drops the chair, grabbing Ares by the head. He pulls Ares to his feet, whipping him across the ring. Ares ducks a big boot attempt and continues running. He hits the ropes and dives off, connecting with a flying forearm to the forehead! Renegade is plowed to the mat, taken by surprise of the attack. Ares stomps on the chest of Renegade, then grabs Renegade by the hair, pulling to his feet. Ares runs to the ropes, pulling along Renegade. Ares attempts to throw Renegade over the ropes, but Renegade stops short and won't budge. Ares attempts again, but Renegade is staying put. Ares elbows Renegade twice, then kicks him in the gut. Ares leaps up, driving Renegade to the canvas with a rocker dropper!] Tim: Ares is taking the fight to Renegade! [Night Stalker gets to his feet, shaking off the earlier boston crab. Ares is oblivious to Stalker, as he concentrates on stomping Renegade's back. Night Stalker takes off in a mad dash - Ares turns to see him running straight at him, but can't get out of the way in time! Night Stalker spears Ares with everying he has, taking both men through the ropes and spilling to the floor outside.] Jeff: Night Stalker brought everything he had with that one! [Ares looks to be shaken up on the ground, but Night Stalker is to his feet. Stalker tosses up the ring curtain, to the delight of the fans. He reaches under, pulling out a table. Stalker slides the table under the ropes, into the ring. Night Stalker isn't finished, however. He grabs one more table, then sets it up outside the ring. Stalker grabs Ares, rolling him back into the ring. Stalker grabs the top rope and pulls himself to the apron, then steps into the ring.] Tim: It looks as though Night Stalker is wanting to finish this one off. [Renegade is beginning to stir, crawling into the near corner to get his composure. Ares attempts to crawl away, but Night Stalker lives up to his name stalking behind his prey. Ares is at the other side of the ring now and quickly jumps to his feet, ready to fight. Night Stalker plants a kick into the stomach of Ares, but Ares won't give up. Ares nails two quick punches, then grabs Night Stalker in a modified chancery. Ares runs to the corner, running up the turnbuckle. He kicks off the top turnbuckle, does a turn in the air and delivers an Acid Drop to Night Stalker!!] Tim: An Acid Drop!! Jeff: We can use that name without fear of legal action now.. and I hope we never have to resort to calling it a *gulp* Dudley Dog. [Both men shiver as Jeff says those evil words. Ares looks to be very happy with himself, but has no time to celebrate as Renegade grabs his head and thrusts him into a standing head scissors. Renegade lifts Ares up and onto his shoulder, in position for a powerbomb.] Tim: Ares is in trouble! [Renegade turns, walking towards the ropes - and not coincidentally - on the side nearest the table outside.] Jeff: BIG trouble! [Renegade goes to the ropes, dropping Ares off of his shoulder. Ares somehow catches the ropes, attempting a hurricanrana. Renegade is flipped onto the apron, sitting down, but never lets go of Ares and follows through with a sunset flip powerbomb through the table!!] Tim: HOLY SHIT! [Renegade sits on the apron, as Night Stalker gets to his feet in the ring. Stalker runs to the ropes, dropkicking Renegade in the back of the head!! Renegade falls off the apron, to the floor!!!] Jeff: It's OVER! Tim: Night Stalker has WON! Night Stalker is the Number Contender to the Smackdown! Title! [Night Stalker's music blasts onto the PA system as the referee raises his arm for all to see. Tempest, who hasn't made any movement during the match simply looks at Stalker, a look of unhappiness on her face.] Jeff: This match was very unorthodox in its ways, but I'm confident that the deserving man is standing in that ring right now! Tim: Did you just say something smart and unbiased? Jeff: Actually, no... I just repeated what our crew guy said through my headphones. Tim: Oh, well... [We cut backstage, in front of a door clearly marked "LANCE STERLING". The door is slightly ajar. A few seconds pass before Sterling walks out angrily, looking around for something... or someone.] Sterling: Where is that bastard?! He's gotta be here somewhere..and when I get ahold of him I'M GONNA KILL HIM! [Sterling, nearly frothing at the mouth, stalks around, pounding on a couple locker room doors and generally yelling tons of expletives. After a few seconds, he turns down a hallway, bumping right into Tony Bradshaw.] Sterling: Bradshaw, you seen Jayson around here? Tony Bradshaw: Nope. Sterling: GODDAMMIT! That...ARGH... [He pounds his fists against a nearby wall] Tony Bradshaw: Woah..what the hell got into you? Sterling: You listen to me, and you listen good. If Jayson comes around here, you let him know that he has exactly an hour and a half to live. After that, I'm gonna find him, and I'm gonna tear his throat out. Tony Bradshaw: Y-you're kidding, right? Sterling: Look at me... do I look like I'm kidding?! [Sterling raises a hand in the air, like he's going to strike Tony. Instead he turns around and walks off. The camera pans to the corner, where Jayson stands propped against the wall, arms folded across his chest. He watches in contempt as Sterling stalks away, and sneers.] Tim: Well, we're about one-third of the way through the show... how do you like things so far Jeff? Jeff: Violence... Destrcution... Overall, it's been good. Tim: I concur... [The technicians finish setting up as a new ref runs out. Over the PA system starts the opening riff of "Full Nelson". As it gets to the chorus, Gary Luger appears from behind the curtain with the Hardcore championship belt strapped around his waist. 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 takes the belt off and he raises it in both hands, before running over to the corner and jumping up to the top turnbuckle to do the same. The arena is full of camera flashes and they pop big time when he does a back-flip back down to the mat again. He tosses the belt to the referee and slides out of the ring to look under the ring. He pulls out a table, a couple of steel chairs, a baseball bat and a ladder. He leaves them outside the ring and jumps back into the ring to await the arrival of Havoc.] Jeff: That bastard had better lose tonight, or I'll... Tim: What? Kick his ass? HAH! Jeff: Damnit, Tim. I told you to stop talking about that! Tim: Well, we've got to pass time somehow while they prepare for this Desert Death Match. Jeff: ...and making fun of me is what you're doing? Tim: It would seem so. Jeff: *sighs* This match better be violent and bloody, that's all I can say. [The HWF ring crew races around the ring, each man of roughly 20 dumping a large bag of sand onto the ring. Within seconds, the ring is covered in golden sand.] Tim: The sand is set up, now it's on a few short moments before the match will begin. Jeff: Wait, Tim. Here comes the kicker to this match! Cactus and Scorpions! Woohoo! Tim: Don't you mean 'cacti'? Jeff: Well, uh.. DAMNIT, Tim! Shut up! [The two unluckiest crew members carry the nearly flat box, filled with around five or six scorpions. The fans give this specticle a big cheer, knowing something will go down. With the scorpions in the ring, a large potted cactus in each turnbuckle, the ring is ready.] [Throughout the arena the lights fade out as the twisted melodic begining of Marilyn Manson’s "Sweet Dreams" plays. From the center of the arena floor a door begins to open omitting 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. This usual outfit is different, he wears black leather pants his spiked gloves and his bladed trench. Taking off his trench he pulls out a boweknife from it's pocket before setting it on the ground. Smiling he takes the blade and runs it down his right arm shoulder to wrist, not deep but deep enough to draw blood.] Jeff: JESUS!! [Switching the blade to his right hand he runs the knife down his left arm, the same way as before.] Tim: This is too sick. This guy really is insane!!! [Smiling sadistically at Luger he then runs the blade slowly across his chest horizontally. If he's feeling pain he doesn't show it. Smiling, Havoc steps out of the light 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 in the center of the ring. Through the darkness Havoc walks to the ring, 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 as the blood flows slowly down his body. Havoc stretches out his arms, showing just how large he really is, then lets out a monstrous roar.] Jeff: Man, I even feel bad for Luger.. Havoc is psycho!
 Gary LugerC vs. Havoc [The bell sounds, Havoc still smiling in his corner. Gary Luger looks a little uneasy, but he takes no time in taking the offensive. He connects with two quick kicks into Havoc's stomach, then lifts a knee into the jaw of Havoc. Luger backs Havoc into the corner, jumping to the middle rope. He begins to lay in punches.] Crowd: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! S.. [Cut off, the crowd sees Havoc isn't allowing Luger to get any more offense. Havoc walks a few steps, carrying Luger. Havoc then sits down, drilling Gary with a sitdown spinebuster!!] Tim: Havoc hits a sitdown spinebuster! [Havoc crawls beside Luger, pulling his head up. Havoc slams his spiked fists into the forehead of Gary Luger!] Jeff: Gary is already bleeding from the forehead! [Luger kicks his leg up, connecting with the back of Havoc's head. Luger nails Havoc twice in the mouth, rolling to his feet. Havoc swings for a right hand, Luger ducks and dropkicks Havoc's leg. Havoc drops to a knee, as Luger is up and runs, connecting with another dropkick to Havoc's head! Havoc falls to the sand, as Luger reaches outside the ring, picking up a chair. Gary stands up, waiting for Havoc to stir. Havoc is to his knees, as Luger runs and swings, drilling Havoc's head with the steel chair!] Tim: What a chair shot! Havoc's brains have been rattled! Jeff: Not for long... Look! [The camera swings wildly to see Havoc already getting up. Luger seems to be beside himself as to what to do, but just waits for Havoc to stand. Havoc is on his feet, walking towards Luger. Luger swings, hitting Havoc with the chair. Havoc barely stops walking, then starts towards Luger again. Luger swings but Havoc punches the chair! The chair smacks into Luger, knocking him into the cactus! Havoc shows a little pain from the punch, but doesn't seem to mind.] Tim: That bastard just punched a steel chair being swung by another grown man, and he doesn't even stop! [Havoc walks to Luger, grabbing him by the head. Havoc pulls Luger up, cactus sticking into his back.] Jeff: The odds are really against Gary Luger tonight.. not to say I'm upset about it, though. [Havoc grabs the cactus, ripping it out out Luger's back. Havoc then slams the cactus back down on Luger. Luger grimaces in pain, gritting his teeth. Luger turns, still sections of the cactus attached to his back. Havoc slams a forearm onto the back, driving the needles into Luger's flesh. Gary gets a very rough look on his face, turning to pound Havoc with a right hand that rocks the bigger man.] Tim: Luger is pissed! [Gary plants a kick into the midsection, then grabs Havoc in a front chancery and powers Havoc into the air and over with a vertical suplex!] Jeff: Luger is showing he has strength! [Luger pounces on Havoc, driving punches into his face. Havoc reaches up, choking Gary. The momentum changes, Havoc rolling on top of Luger. Havoc holds Luger by the throat, as they are dangerously close to the scorpions.] Tim: This match may take a drastic leap to the next level if they get any closer to those scorpions! Jeff: You ain't kidding. [Havoc reaches with his free hand, attempting to grab a scorpion. Luger takes the opporunity and chops the inside of Havoc's elbow, then thrusts his palm into Havoc's face. Havoc rolls off, opposite the scorpions. Luger holds his throat, crawling to his feet. Luger is up, holding the ropes to stand. Havoc is lying on the mat, while Gary walks to the other side of the ring. Gary reaches out over the ropes and grabs the ladder he earlier set outside the ring. Pulling it over the top rope, Gary turns to find Havoc on his feet. Havoc dashes towards Luger, just as Luger is able to throw the ladder at the oncoming Havoc! SMACK! Havoc's body crashes into the ladder, causing him to fall to the sand!] Tim: Gary Luger isn't backing down from Havoc! [Gary throws the ladder to the corner, where it falls to the mat. Luger grabs the arm of Havoc, pulling him to his feet. Gary whips Havoc into the ropes, Havoc bounces back right into a kick to the midsection from Gary Luger. Luger hooks on a front chancery and grabs one of Havoc's legs, lifting the big man up. Luger drops backwards, nailing a cradle DDT INTO THE SCORPIONS!] Jeff: "DEFINING MOMENT!" Tim: Havoc is lying face first on top of SCORPIONS! [Luger allows his opponent to wallow in the sand, while he goes to the outside of the ring. Luger grabs a steel baseball bat, tosses that into the ring, then picks up a table. Luger slides the table under the ropes, then rolls back into the ring. Havoc is waiting for his foe, handling a scorpion in his hand!] Jeff: Havoc is HOLDING a scorpion in his hand! Tim: This is nuts! [Luger quickly picks up the steel baseball bat, taking his batter's stance. Havoc taunts him with the scorpion, which looks to be very agitated. Havoc attempts to get closer with the scorpion, but Luger swings the bat and nails Havoc's hand! The scorpion flies from his grasps, all the way to the top of the announce table!] Jeff: AHH! GET THAT FUCKIN` THING OUT OF HERE! [The sound of frantic announcers bumping and scurrying leaves nothing to the imagination. In the ring, Havoc is holding his wrist - where the bat must have connected with the most force.] Tim: Settle down, Jeff! They're completely harmless if you just don't mess with them. Jeff: WHAT?! That thing was just landed on by a three hundred pound man, then hit fifteen feet onto our desk... I would say he HAS been messed with! [Gary Luger takes the bat, tightening his grip. He swings and connects with the back of Havoc's knee, taking the sinister combatant to one knee. Gary takes the bat, as if he were to bunt, and drives the end into the skull of Havoc. Havoc falls back to the mat, but somehow is still showing enjoyment from the violence.] Tim: Havoc is a mad man, there is nothing anyone can say to make me believe he has a single feeling in his goddamn body! [Gary throws the bat down, going to the table. Luger drags it to the corner, setting it diagonally against the turnbuckle. Luger turns and grabs Havoc by the head, pulling him to his feet. Gary backs Havoc into the opposite corner, then takes a few steps back. Gary runs and leaps, attemping a splash in the corner. Havoc moves, causing Gary to splash the cactus! Gary hits and falls to the mat, his flesh riddled with cactus needles. Havoc grabs Gary by the hair, lifting him onto his shoulder. He takes a few steps, as to avoid the scorpions, then makes an all-out rush to the table in the corner, spearing Luger through the table and into ANOTHER cactus!!!] Jeff: OH MY GOD!! [HWF! HWF! HWF!] Tim: LUGER IS DEAD! [Both men lie in the corner, but -obviously- Luger has the most punishment. The dust and needles from the cacti cover both men's bodies. Havoc slowly gets to his knees, grabbing the ropes to pull himself up. Havoc stands, then plants a kick into the chest of Luger, who barely moves to show feeling.] Tim: Uh oh... I think we may need some help out here for Gary Luger... Jeff: Yeah, it's not looking good for Luger. [Havoc, of course, could care less whether Luger is hurt or not. He grabs Luger by the hair, pulling the enemy to his feet. Havoc drives a knee into the midsection of Luger, causing him to double over. Havoc locks on a side waistlock, lifting Luger onto his shoulder in a Canadian back breaker rack. Havoc walks to the edge of the ring, flinging Luger off his shoulder in a dominator type maneuver! Luger, unfortunately, lands ribs first across the steel guard rail, hanging limply across the railing.] [HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!] Tim: JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY! [The fans are rabid at the display of violence from Havoc. Havoc steps through the ropes and drops to the floor, stalking his prey. He picks up Gary Luger's head, showing blood flowing from his mouth.] Jeff: Oh my... [Havoc smirks, laying in another heavy blow with his fist. Luger falls over the railing, into the crowd. The fans form a half circle around Luger, each with his or her own cup of beer and various HWF memorabilia. Luger attempts to crawl away from the scene, but barely moves before Havoc is over the railing and pounding away with hard kicks to the stomach. Luger attempts to get up, Havoc drilling him with punches to his face. Luger makes a desperation leap, low blowing his attacker. Havoc halts his offensive, keeling over.] Tim: Gary Luger will NOT give up! [Luger stands up, stumbles backwards but the fans help him stay up. Luger takes a few steps, then kicks Havoc square in the side of the face. Havoc's head bounces off the railing, but Luger isn't satisfied in the least. Blood pouring from his face, Gary strikes Havoc with two quick punches, before grabbing a chair from a fan. Luger swings with all his might, connecting with Havoc's skull!! Havoc is sent back into the railing, now sitting on the cement floor with his back against the railing. Luger holds the chair in one hand, while taking a beer from one generous fan. Luger takes a big gulp of the cold brew, then takes the cup and slams it into Havoc's face with a fist behind it.] Jeff: Now, damnit.. He's waisting God's beverage! Tim: God's Beverage? Jeff: Yeah... beer is proof God wants us to be happy. [Gary takes a few steps back, now showing he has his bearings. Luger then takes off and leaps, ala Rob Van Dam, skateboarding the chair right into Havoc's face!!!] Tim: Luger dropkicks the chair into Havoc's face!! Jeff: Captain Obvious strike back. Tim: Hey! I'm doing my job.. y'know, the one you can't contemplate.. COMMENTATING. ...ass... [The fans are erupting with cheers, as Luger drops the chair and grabs Havoc by the head. He tosses Havoc over the railing, then steps over himself. Luger grabs Havoc by the head and drives him face first into the railing. Luger then takes Havoc up the aisle, each man trading punches along the way. They reach the base of the Extream Screen, in a duel for the momentum. Luger kicks Havoc in the gut and drives him into the floor with a DDT!!] Jeff: DDT onto the floor! [Gary Luger is to his feet in a hurry and walks to the edge of the Extream Screen. Luger grabs ahold of the grid like structure of the screen, pulling himself up.] Tim: Oh, no.. No! Jeff: Yes! This match has just went to the next level! [Luger climbs the screen, the fans are on their feet to see the action. Luger makes it about 3/4 the way to the top before Havoc makes it to his feet.] Tim: Jeff... I don't think Luger wanted Havoc to be on his feet. [Havoc grabs the screen, just as a group of referees rush out and attempt to stop Havoc from going to the screen. The crowd boos, but the referees try nonetheless. Havoc shoves one ref to the ground, then pull himself up and begins the climb - as Gary Luger has gotten to the top, realizing Havoc is coming for him.] Jeff: I think Luger may have just made the worst mistake of his life! [Luger seems to be flashing all of the events through his head, as he is frozen in time. Blood pours from his face and mouth, as he snaps out of it as Havoc pulls himself up to the top platform on top of the Extream Screen!] Jeff: They're fifty, sixty, maybe eighty feet in the air! Tim: Jeff? Jeff: Ok, they're only up about twenty five feet, but that still a lot.. damnit. [Luger charges Havoc, but Havoc ducks the attempted clothesline. Luger has to stop suddenly, or he goes plummetting to the floor! Gary turns around, right into a kick to the gut. Havoc reaches down, gripping Luger tightly. He picks Gary up, above his head in a gorilla press!!] Tim: Oh my lord.. that damn screen is going to shorten another man's career.. Jeff: Yeah, look at that one guy. Tim: You can say his name, Jeff... J. Simon Rykopathe. It's not like he's wrestling anywhere important. Jeff: I guess Luger is going to end up in a low budget, piece of crap fed in Texas. [The group of referees plead with Havoc to think rationally, possibly the dumbest idea in HWF history. Havoc shows his true feelings, throwing Luger off the screen!! The fans stand, screaming as Luger falls helplessly onto the group of referees!!!] Tim: Oh my fucking God... Luger lies motionless on top of a few unlucky HWF referees, as Havoc stares down from above. The fans are mystified as to what just happen, silenced. Seconds later, Havoc leaps off the screen!!!] Tim: NO!!!! [Havoc lands a guillotine leg drop from twenty five feet up!!! The fans are shocked, yelling chants of "HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK!"] Jeff: HAVOC IS THE SICKEST FUCK IN THE GODDAMN WORLD!!! [The one referee who was actually assigned to this match is there, as Havoc lies on top of Luger. Both men look to be out, but Havoc's face proves otherwise. A sickening smile shows through on his face, and the referee doesn't even begin to argue whether or not it's a fall count anywhere match.] [One... ...Two... ....THREE!!] Tim: Havoc is the new HWF Hardcore Champion!! Jeff: I don't think anyone can say he didn't earn it, but he may have just put Luger and himself on the shelf for months! Tim: He may have just ended Gary Luger's career!! [Deafening chants of "HOLY FUCK!" still shake the arena, as "Sweet Dreams" plays over the PA. EMTs rush out, not sure which of the many hurt individuals to assist first. Havoc is loaded onto a stretcher, still smiling. Gary Luger takes more time as they put him on a backboard and put a neckbrace on him. The referees injured also are places on stretchers. The Hardcore title is placed on Havoc's chest, as he and Luger are wheeled out through the entranceway.] Tim: I think we have just set a new record... 'The Most Injured People in a Single Wrestling Match.' [The cameras catch up with Havoc being wheeled out through the halls. As he goes past the camera, he utters a few, frightening words.] Havoc: I... just... killed... that... fuck... [Psychotic laughter echoes through the halls, as we go back to the ring.] Tim: And our next match is the Canadian Title defense! :Jeff: There is SO going to be a new champion crowned. Tim: Ehh... whatever you say, Jeff. [The lights in the stadium dim as the camera focuses on the Xstream Screen. On the massive screen stretches a gigantic brickwall, with nothing more than a low rumbling sound emitting from the PA system. The rumbling gets louder and louder as it becomes clear it's a loud engine on full throttle. The roar reaches its apex has the brickwall explodes, and a large, Ford Duelly Pickup blasts through as the lights flash wildly to the chorus of "Vine Street" by LIVE. At the entrance stands Rooster Williams, head down, flanked by Buck, Nikki, and Rickey Williams.] Nigel Rolsten: And making his way to the ring...accompanied by Wrecking Crew...weighing in at 290 lbs...Rooster Williams! [All four walk down to the ring; Buck sits on the ropes to allow Nikki to step in, while Rickey and Rooster slide through the low rope and mount the nearest two turnbuckles. Rickey pumps his arms and cusses wildly at the fans, while Rooster just stares at the booing audience. Inside the ring, Nikki motions for the fans to listen, as Buck grabs a microphone from the announcer.] Buck: Hey, listen up fuckers! This here is a little wake up call to Davison, Zakin, and the rest of the Resistance. Maybe yall are used to takin' on the Inner Circle, and every little jobber ya come across, but if you think you can take us on the way you take on everybody else, you got another thing coming. What your looking at in this ring is the future of the HWF. The new Wrecking Crew is finally complete, and the three of us will run roughshod over everyone of you little pansies in this fed time and time again. The tag team belts are just the tip of the iceberg people. [Both Rickey and Buck mount the nearest turnbuckles, showing off the belts to the booing fans. Chants of "Wild-Cat! Wild-Cat!" start up through the audience, and Buck jumps from the turnbuckle and circles the ring, more than a little pissed.] Buck: He ain't comin', you piles of trailer park trash! He's gone, and now you've got somebody stronger; me! You will treat me with the proper respect! I won the tag titles in my first match. I've put together the most powerful force in the Hardcore Wrestling Federation, and what do you do? Chant for a dead, hick, texas redneck! I'll show all of you what a force Wrecking Crew is; if you won't cheer for me, if you won't cheer for Jon Storm, then I'll just have to break the spirit of someone you do cheer for; Chris Davison. [Buck throws down the mic, and Wrecking Crew clears the ring. Rooster is shown on the Extream Screen, making his way towards the rafters.] Nigel Rolsten: And his opponent... [The unmistakable bass of "Indestructible" by the Matthew Good Band kicks in, resulting in a huge pop.] Nigel Rolsten: Weighing in at 225 lbs... the current HWF Canadian Heavyweight Champion... Chris Davison! [The screen shows Davison, who's walking rather stiffly, on his way up to the rafters.] Tim: Chris Davison was thrown from the rafters on Saturday Suicide, into a huge mess of tables. He was lucky, though; he only has badly bruised ribs from that shot. Jeff: He's lucky? Geez, lucky would be NOT getting thrown off, wouldn't you think? Tim: For once, I agree... [Light is cast upon the rafters, where Rooster is looking on, stone-faced at all around him. Davison appears and suddenly, Rooster is all action, brawling with the smaller man and pounding away at him.] Tim: Look at Rooster go!  Chris DavisonC vs. Rooster Williams
[Rooster swings for a haymaker, but Davison ducks and shoves Rooster. The bigger man almost falls, but catches his balance and turns back.] Tim: Some parts of the rafters have some temporary flooring, by the way, as so neither man falls out of the "zone" below - that is, so nobody lands on an audience member. Jeff: I'd like to see that. [Davison grapples with Rooster and comes up with an arm wrench, holding and turning it into a hammerlock. He immediately locks in a sleeper, but pulls Rooster's neck backward and shoves his right leg forward to knock the bigger man down. Before Rooster can move, Davison drops a well-aimed elbow right into his throat.] Tim: Chris Davison taking an early lead! [Davison gets back up, but so does Rooster. Davison spins in a high wheel kick, but Rooster blocks and grabs Davison, hammering him in the side of the head. Disoriented, Davison stumbles to the side, and Rooster nails him with a flying bulldog.] Jeff: Who's leading now, huh? HUH?! Tim: You're so childish. Jeff: Am not! Tim: Are so-- shut up! [Rooster picks Davison back up and elbows him in the head, then drags him over to the open portion of the rafters. Davison halts, elbows Rooster in the stomach and hits a clothesline. Rooster immediately gets back up and Davison leaps up, wrapping his legs around Rooster's head and hurricanrana-ing him. Rooster hardly stays down for more than a few seconds before getting back up to his feet. Davison charges in with a cross-body block, but Rooster catches him, turns, and powerslams him hard onto the flooring.] Tim: And Rooster has just dropped Davison hard, you can bet that he's taking a thumping on the ribs! Jeff: Oh yeah. I've never seen quite a thumping like that. Plenty of thumping in my day, but no thumping like this thumping. Tim: [exasperated sigh] [Rooster rears back and kicks Davison in the ribs. A howl of pain emanates from the Canadian champion, as he rolls away in trying to protect himself. Rooster just follows, and then kicks him again, just as hard. Davison yelps again and rolls. Rooster goes to kick again, but Davison avoids by rolling into a front somersault and then spearing the bigger man. With Rooster down, Davison pulls himself to his feet to catch his breath. No such luck; Rooster gets back up after a few moments. He runs forward and nails Davison in the side of the face with a running boot. Davison slumps to the ground and Rooster picks him up, lifting him into a vertical suplex... then throwing him forward into a facebuster.] Tim: Rooster Williams is more than holding his own in this match! Jeff: I told you! We are SO going to have a new champion! [Davison is lifted again and Rooster applies a standing headscissors, lifting Davison in the air and dropping him on his head. Davison rolls to the side and clutches at his skull. Rooster picks him up and then moves to one of the metal beams, and DDT's Davison onto it. The champion holds his head in agony as the crowd gasps their shock.] Tim: My god! Davison's head just bounced off of that beam! Jeff: Isn't it great?! [Rooster hauls Davison over to the opening, and applies yet another standing headscissors. He lifts Davison in the air for a powerbomb, holding him there.] Jeff: YES! YES! DROP HIM! [Davison, however, gets off two quick punches to the head and somersaults over Rooster, rolling to his feet, woozy. Rooster turns and takes a few angry steps toward Davison, but Davison manages to get a superkick off that smacks Rooster right in the jaw, flattening him. Davison leans against a metal structure to catch his breath.] Jeff: DAMMIT! Tim: Davison escaped the powerbomb and landed a superkick that seems to have evened up the odds a bit! [Rooster is slowly getting back to his feet, as is Davison. Rooster kicks Davison in the stomach, and gets ready for a powerbomb, but Davison backdrops Rooster onto the flooring and collapses himself.] Tim: This is anyone's match, and-- what is HE doing here?! [Buck Williams has driven partially down the ramp in a Duelly pickup truck. In the back, a rope is seen from the camera's point-of-view.] Jeff: I'm confused... what IS he doing here? [Buck bails out of the truck, and Rooster slowly shakes the cobwebs from his head. Reaching in the back of the truck, Buck pulls the rope from the back of the truck and grasps the weight that's been previously tied on. He aims and throws the weight, and it lands near Rooster's feet. Buck begins tying the other end of the rope to the truck.] Jeff: Okay... are they actually going to drag Davison off of the rafters? Tim: I think so... Jeff: Hah! That's so weird that it's funny! [Buck has secured the rope to the bumper, while Rooster is tying the rope to Davison's wrist. Before Rooster can tighten the knot, however, Davison suddenly jerks Rooster's hand through the loop and tightens it himself. Rooster doesn't even have time to look comically stunned before Davison reaches out and tugs the rope. Buck jumps in the truck as Rooster pulls at the knot, but Buck drives and Rooster falls out of the opening into the gravel-filled boxes below.] Jeff: NO!! YOU IDIOTS! [Davison is back up and looking down at Rooster. Meanwhile, Buck has gotten out of the pickup, but is assaulted from behind by David Zakin, who ends up brawling with that half of the Wrecking Crew to the back. Davison is still looking down at Rooster, and then he peels his shirt off to reveal his heavily taped and bruised ribs.] Jeff: Does he think he's a Hardy? [Davison looks to the crowd, then gestures to his ribs. He throws the shirt aside, out into the crowd and then screams with his fists in the air.] Tim: What's he doing? Jeff: Looking like a total dumbass. [Davison then points down to Rooster... and leaps into the air, into a flip. He rotates a full 360 as he does a double somersault, opening his body up like a parachute and crushing Rooster beneath a HUGE "Excessive Force," a modified 450 splash.] Tim: OH MY GOD! Jeff: HOLY SHIT! [The crowd has gone nuts with chants as EMTs rush out into the ring area. They immediately begin to check on Davison and Rooster, each of which are barely moving, only enough to nurse what injury they can.] Jeff: What the Hell was that?! Tim: That was a modified version of his new move... he called it the "Excessive Force." Jeff: Okay... I hate Davison... but that move ROCKED! Tim: Agreed! Anyway, the EMTs are checking on the match's combatants and stretchering them out as we speak, so let's get on with the show! [The camera cuts to the ring, where you see HWF technicians setting up the barbed-wire ropes.] Jeff: YAY! Barbed-wire!! ["Countdown to Extinction" by Megadeth blares over the PA. 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 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: The Partners in Crime are getting a great shot here tonight, especially for being here less than a month. Jeff: Well, since we have about two and a half tag teams - what are you gonna do? [Sounds of a wolf howling fill the arena as lasers cast an erie, red glow. The lights pulse as "Bad Little Doggie" by Govt. Mule erupts from the speakers as Buck and Rickey Williams emerges from the rampway entrance, with Nikki in the center of both men, dressed in a sparkling white halter top and tight fitting snakeskin pants. Wrecking Crew make their way down the ramp, cussing at fans along the way. Buck and Rickey quickly slide into the ring; Rickey mounts a turnbuckle and raises his tag team belt to the booing crowd, while Buck raises his arms and the tag belt in the middle of the ring, grinning as he turns towards the PiC.] Jeff: I really like this Buck Williams character... I can't say it enough!! Tim: What about Rickey? Jeff: Who?
 Wrecking CrewC vs. Partners in Crime [The bell rings out, as Buck throws the tag belt to the outside. Instantly, JD Smack dashes towards him - only to be clotheslined right to the ground. Buck drops down and starts punching on him hard. Just then, Rickey rushes at Bowman. Bowman reacts quickly this time, though, and drives Rickey down with a powerslam. Bowman now mounts Rickey and begins punching on him. The fans go nuts, as Buck and Bowman finally make eye contact. Both men de-mount their opponent and run at each other. At the same time, the men clothesline each other and flop down to the mat.] Jeff: YEAH BUCK!! Tim: What about Greg Bowman? Jeff: Again, I ask... Who? Tim: ...jackass. [All four men get to their feet now, and seperate into pairs of twos. Buck and Bowman begin trading blows, as Rickey takes firm advantage over JD. Buck gets the advntage over Bowman as well and whips him towards the barbed-wire ropes. Bowman reverses though, and Buck flies back-first into the wire. Buck reels out towards Bowman - only to be lifted up and tilt-a-whirl slammed back to the mat. The fans pop a little, as focus turns over to Rickey Williams; who has JD in a rear wasitlock. Rickey bounces JD once and then throws him far over his head with a crippling german suplex. JD quickly rolls out of the ring to nurse his neck.] Jeff: Rickey just folded Smack like an accordian!! [Bowman kicks the rising Rickey, but Rickey fires back with a barrage of rights and lefts. Rickey grabs an arm and whips Bowman HARD towards the barbed-wire. This time, Bowman flies into the wire himself. He winces in pain, as he stumbles back out and Buck gets to his feet. Buck starts climbing the barbed-wire to the top as Rickey lifts up Bowman in a canadian backbreaker rack. Buck finally reaches the top and dives off; nearly decapitating Bowman with a flying elbow.] Jeff: WHAT A MOVE!! Tim: There it was, the Dawg's Day!! Jeff: How the hell do you know these move names so quickly!?! [Buck goes for the cover on Bowman as Rickey looks around for JD, who sneaks into the ring on the other side.] Jeff: Right there Rickey... RIGHT THERE!! [One... ...Two... BROKEN UP BY JD SMACK!!] Tim: The Wrecking Crew almost had the match right there... [JD Smack is on fire now, as he gets to his feet and starts firing on Rickey Williams. He quickly floats over an attempts back body drop and drives Rickey down onto his face with a front russian legsweep.] Tim: Smack Talk!! [JD rolls up to his feet, just in time to catch a running Buck Williams with a low blow. Buck doubles over, and JD locks him around his arm. Bowman starts to get up, as Smack lifts up Buck and slams him back down to the mat with a modified olympic slam.] Tim: Smacking You!! Jeff: WOULD YOU STOP IT!! Tim: What!?! [Bowman is now up and he slides out onto the apron, yelling at JD in the process. JD nods to him and then lifts up Buck, Rickey gets up on the other side and starts talking to Nikki, as JD whips Buck towards Bowman. Buck is about to fly stomach-first into the barbed-wire ropes when Bowman catches him by the throat and gives him a stunner right across the top line of wire. The fans gasp as the wire clings to Buck's skin and then rips off a piece of flesh. Buck begins bleeding out of the neck now, as Nikki begins to search under the apron for something.] Jeff: That was BRILLIANT!! Maybe these PiC guys aren't half bad!! Tim: What about Buck though? Jeff: Who? Tim: Grrrr... Jeff: Just joking... Buck's still the shit!! [Nikki comes out with a bag and throws it in to Rickey. Rickey begins untie-ing the bag as Bowman hops back into the ring and starts celebrating. Smack looks over at Rickey, who shows him the contents of the bag. Instantly, JD backs up and falls to the outside. Bowman continues celebrating though, and Rickey drops the bag to stalk him.] Tim: What do you suppose could be in that bag, Jeff? Jeff: Trevor Lasek naked? Tim: Alright, I think it's time to cut his mic again... [Rickey turns Bowman around, kicks him in the gut, and then drives him down to the mat with a 'Roughrider' (pedigree). The fans pop a little for the signature move, but then boo Rickey as Buck begins to rise as well. Rickey grabs the open bag now, and slips the contents off it onto Bowman's downed body... a baker's dozen worth of rattlesnakes!!] Tim: ...DA FUCK!?! Jeff: Rickey's going old-school Jake the Snake on Greg Bowman!! Tim: WHY WOULD HE DO SUCH A THING!?! Jeff: *chanting*D-D-T!! D-D-T!! [Rickey backs up, as Buck gets up and smiles down at the snakes. JD starts freaking out on the outside and grabs a steel chair, as the fans continues to scream in horror. Rickey looks over at Buck reluctantly, who gives him an approving smile back. Buck begins rustling the snakes one by one into the bag, and then flips over Bowman onto his bag. Buck takes the biggest of the snakes now and puts it face-to-face with Bowman. Suddenly, Bowman opens his eyes. IMMEDIATELY, Bowman screams out in shock and then throws Buck off of him.] Jeff: *laughing* That was tremendo- ["CLANK"] Jeff: ...what the hell? [In the ring, JD has gotten back in and is wailing on Rickey with the steel chair. He turns around once more and nails Buck with it. Instantly, the rattlesnake flies from Buck's hand and lands on the announce table.] Jeff: *shrieking like a girl* GET IT AWAY!! GET IT AWAY!! [Tim swipes the snake away, as technicians rush out to grab the reptiles.] Tim: You owe me one Jeff... that was a big snake!! Jeff: I'll show you a big snake... [Rickey is down in the corner, as the Partners in Crime lift up Buck Williams now. Both men grab an arm and then whip Buck towards a side of the ring. Buck flies hard into the barbed-wire, causing the whole right side ot become loose. He turns around once more, only to be heaved into the air by Greg Bowman. Suddenly, JD Smack flies into the shot - dropping Buck to the mat with a modified diamond cutter.] Tim: CRIMINAL OFFENSE!! Jeff: NO!! [Bowman immediately covers Buck, as JD begins celebrating.] Tim: These guys are gonna take it!! [One.... .....Two.... ....THRE...BROKEN UP BY RICKEY!!] Jeff: GOOD JOB RICK!! Mighty fine job!! [JD turns around and wails on Rickey. Bowman gets up as well and the two begin taking rusn on him. On the other side of the ring, Nikki is reviving Buck and starting to wrap JD's discarded chair with barbed-wire from the broken set of ropes. Meanwhile, Bowman throws Rickey onto the arena floor and then signals to JD. Mr. Smack quickly scales the wire to the top, and points down at Rickey. JD, then, dives off the top turnbuckle and falls all the way down onto Rickey - nailing him with a swanton bomb.] Jeff: HOLY SHIT!! Tim: JD Bomb on the outside!! [In the ring, Buck is halfway concious and on his feet. Nikki hands him the make-shift barbed-wire chair and he waits for Bowman to turn around. When he does, Buck throws the chair at him.] Jeff: Uh-oh!! [Bowman grabs the chair but immediately swings at Buck. Buck somehow ducks the shot, and turns around. Bowman tries to swing again, but Buck blocks it and shoves the chair back into his face. Bowman stumbles now as the chair falls to the ground. Bowman dashes at Buck and swings a forearm, Buck ducks the shot and lifts Bowman into the air. Without remorse, Buck DRIVES Bowman right down onto the barbed-chair with a BRUTAL faaroosq-style spinebuster.] Jeff: His back is broken!! Tim: Well, I don't know about all tha- [Buck goes for the pin, as JD tries to get up on the outside.] Jeff: Broken, I tell you... BROKEN!! [One...] [JD slides into the ring and tries to crawl towards the pin.] [....Two....] [JD is about to break it up, when Nikki grabs onto his foot and prevents him from getting any furthur.] Tim: HEY! [....THREE!!] Jeff: They did it!! Fair and square!! Tim: FAIR AND SQUARE!?! [The bell sounds, as the Crew's music hits the speakers again. JD collapses in disappointment, as Bowman finally gets the strength to throw Buck off of him. Buck gets to his feet, with a malicious smile on this face. He rolls to the outside, where he is greeting by Nikki and both tag belts. Some technicians run out to take down the mess, as the Crew checks on Rickey.] Jeff: One hell of a match there, Tim. Tim: Yeah, with one travisty of an ending there, Jeff. [Jeff glares at Tim, both men look upset.] Jeff: I despise you! [Suddenly, as JD and Bowman get up in the ring, Renegade and Spike appear out of the crowd. Spike has a chair in hand, and Renegade is weapon-less.] Jeff: Hey, it's Spike and Renegade!! Tim: Now what!?! [The two slide in the ring and Spike immediately drops Bowman with a chair shot. Bowman falls to the outside, as Renegade kicks Smack in the gut and slaps on a standing head scissors. Spike scales the ropes as Renegade lifts up JD. Spike locks on a reverse chancery and then yells something out. Spike swings around with a inverted fallout DDT, as Renegade drives down JD with a tornado powerbomb.] Tim: HOLY CHRIST!! Jeff: Man, it's just not the Partners in Crime night!! [Renegade and Spike glare down at JD and then over at Bowman. Renegade starts signaling the title belt sign, as the two start to make their way to the back. The technicians continue to re-setup the ropes, as Bowman retrieves JD and helps him to the back.] Tim: Well there's always tomorrow in the HWF, the Partners are still the fastest rising tag team here. Jeff: It looks like JD just dropped though... >[Kyle's music starts, and the crowd pops, awaiting the arrival of their hero, the former champion... but he doesn't come out... the music reloops, adn starts again, still with no Kyle... then...] [Silky's music hits, and he struts down to the ring, cocksure and proud, despite the fact that his very career is suposed to be on the line. He reaches the ring and rolls in, prancing about and flexing before calling for a mic, and signaling to cut his music. He looks at the crowd, adn back up the ramp, and pantomimes searching out in the distance for Kyle, then throws up his arms in mock-dispair.] Tim: He's so full of himself... Jeff: Of course he is! He's Silky! [Silky laughs as the crowd boos. He picks up the mic and begins to talk.] Silky: I know, I know... you thought the golden boy was gonna come down here, and vanquish the evil Silky... the terror of the HWF... and I'm sure a couple of those little bitches in the back were prayin' that I was gone too... well GUESS WHAT?!? Ain't gonna happen! Hah ha ha... [The crowd boos louder, adn Silky struts around a little more, adjusting the mic before leaning on the ropes...] Silky: I was thinkin' things over... and I was like.... "Wow, Silk... you're damn sexy, you're a verifiable genuis, and you are THE single biggest thing to ever happen to the HWF.." [The crowd screams, holaring at Silky's narcissistic coments...] Silky: Shut the FUCK up! I AM the biggest thing! How many Kyle Solomon shirts sold this year? How many Lance Sterling shirts sell that don't talk about him "suckin' cock"?!? That's right... You may boo, but you all LOVE Silky F'n PALMS! My shit SELLS... I am a damn SUPERSTAR! A merchandising PHENOMENON! I DEMAND what I've EARNED from you people... [Silky walks to the ropes nearest the ramp, and points up to the curtain...] Silky: And from those worthless, back-biting sunsabitches in the back office! I BEAT Tempest. ME. I put her worthless... [Counting off on his fingers, spitting in his fury...] Silky: No talent... boobs, butt, and no brains in a latex catsuit, carnival freak excuse for a wrestler ASS on the SHELF during the tournament! And just like JAYSON fucking STARR, she gets another shot HANDED to her! She hasn't done JACK shit to earn that, except for what EVERY woman in this fed, adn in that AUDIENCE would love to do... [takes a wide legged stance and move his hand in a sweeping motion in front of him...] Silky: And that's lie down, for the MAN... the REAL F'n Show, Stephen "Silky" Sharp. Well, now I'M demanding MY shot. And Shawn Collins, you come down here, and you GIVE me that shot. I'll beat the crap out of that washed up has been, Trey, or that little goody-goody, big nosed faggot Sterling if you want to 'earn' it... like BUSTIN' my ASS for the past year hasn't been enough... But you come down here... I'm not coming into your office with a baseball bat and some dyke to try and pressure you, I'm calling you out right here, so you can show these people that you've got the BALLS to actualy DO YOUR JOB, and give the most controversial, most SUCCESFUL man in sports entertainment what he DESERVES... a #1 contenders spot. And you know what else? [Silky marches over to the contract hangin from the pole, and pulls it down, folding it and putting in his waist band.] Jeff: Silky won! Kyle's out of a job! Tim: Shut up, Tim! Silky: Ref, ring the damn bell, and declare me the winner of this match. [The ref shakes his head and raises his hands slightly, saying something that the fans cannot here. Silky looks perturbed, adn raises the mic to his lips again...] Silky: What do you mean, it's no fucking contest? I WON... I got the damn contract, Kyle doesn't, I win. Kick his little prepubescent ass out of the fed. Tim: I don't like the way this looks for Senior Official Roger Williams... Jeff: He'll be fine if he just DOES his JOB and declares Silky the winner. He beat the former champ, that makes him the new #1 contender, doesn't it? [The ref refuses again, and begins to turn away. Silky storms forward, and grabs the ref, spinning him back to face him.] Silky: Don't fucking turn your damn back on me! I'm a damn multiple time World Champion, and an international superstar! And I'm telling you to declare me the God DAMNED winner of this match! [The refferee shakily leans toward the mic, protecting himself with his hands...] Referee: I... I can't do that... [Silky snaps, dropping the accross the referees temple, sending him to the ground. He shouts insults at him, and berates him before pulling him to his feet, and begins to Irish Whip him, only to pull him back, short arm style, lifting him up and dropping him into a 3/4 turn neckbreaker, The Silk Streem. Silky bounds up, still shouting, as the referee lies motionless.] Tim; Oh my God! Jeff: Told ya, he shoulda just done what Silky said! [Collins music cues up, and out comes the commish... only, without the usual flair and grandoise... He looks a little bothered, and has a mic in his hand... he signals for the music to cut out, and he raises the mic to his lips.] Shawn Collins: That's just great, Steve.... Not only did you ASSAULT a referee, but you go ahead and insult the staff in front of the crowd.. WHY? Why do you have to be like that? We're FRIENDS, Steve... you could bring these issues to me! I would've fixed this, I would have addressed these issues. [Silky looks pleased with himself...] Silky: So fix them now, Shawn! Give me my shot! I just beat your former champ, so I might as well take his return shot for him. Shawn Collins: Sure. Sure Silky, fine. You get your shot. After you get back. [Silky begins to celebrate getting his way, and then stops, confused by Shawn's comment.] Silky: Back from WHERE, Shawn? I ain't goin' nowhere! Shawn Collins: [seriously] Yes you are. You forced my hand, by attacking a referee, and insulting the staff again. Effective imediatedly, you are suspended... without pay... for three weeks. This will keep you from qualifying for the KoV tournament, and put you far from the HWF until the title situation is settled. When you get back, then we will talk about a #1 contenders match, and who you'll face. Until then... get out of my face, and out of that ring. It's obvious you don't want to be here that bad anyway. Tim: Silky is suspended! Jeff: That's a God Damned Travesty! We're losing Silky?!? What if we lose Lance too! What the hell am I gonna do?!? [Awkward silence.] Jeff: But Gavin's gotta win the title, so let's keep this show rolling. Tim: Fine, bring them out here... [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 shape much smaller than those the crowd is used to seeing emerges and is silhouetted against the backdrop of flashing blue. The curving feminine lines swing into motion as the heavier part of the song kicks in and the lights come up to reveal Tempest smiling as she 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 and she grins as the lights glint off her shimmering blue PVC bodysuit. She flips back into the ring and lands gracefully then tosses her head, flipping her long coal black locks from her eyes.] Tim: Tempest is definately my pick to win this match, and it's long overdue having a female HWF World Champion!! Jeff: Pfft... If anything's long overdue, it's Gavin's title shot... [Suddenly "Heavy" by Collective Soul kicks over the PA System, drumming through the ears of the audience. The entire arena goes dark and blue strobe lights begin to circle throughout the crowd. The crowd recognizes the music and begins to boo and jeer just as Gavin Coens steps out from behind the curtain. He raises his arms towards the fans, completely ignoring the chorus of boos. He walks down the aisle slapping the hands of fans who are reaching out to tear off a peice of him. Gavin doesn't seem to notice at all though as he makes his way down to the ring. He slides in casually and continues to signal towards the fans. The blue strobe lights stop and the arena lights are restored. Gavin readies himself in his corner and the music stops.] Jeff: There he is!! The God of the HWF!! Tim: *in a mocking tone*Pfft... [As Tim and Jeff bicker, the Hell in a Cell with a glass roof slowly lowers down to the ring.] Jeff: Whoa!! Look at that Cell... Now that's hardcore, biatch! Tim: Biatch?
 Tempest vs. Gavin Coens [The bell rings, as the ref points over to the announce table - where the timekeeper raises the vacant HWF World Title in the air. Both Gavin and Tempest glare over at the belt and then back at each other. Gavin slowly moves out towards the center of the ring, and Tempest begins circling him. They two finally lock up with a collar-elbow tie up in the center of the ring. The fans cheer in approval as both combatants fight for superiority. Tempest ends up gaining control, but Gavin rakes her eyes before she can unload any offense. Gavin quickly grabs her by the hand and whips her to the ropes now, where she hits hard and bounces back. As she runs back, Gavin launches her straight up into the air. Instantly, Tempest kicks forward and nails Gavin right in the chin with a HUGE dropkick. Gavin gets thrown backwards to the ropes. He stalls on one knee, as Tempest gets up and smirks at him.] Tim: Tempest is ready for this Title match!! Jeff: Gavin works in mysterious ways... [Gavin slowly gets to his feet, as Tempest studies him. Suddenly, Gavin dashes forward and spears Tempest to then ground. He starts throwing wild punches, but Tempest dodges everyone and Gavin catches a few fistfulls of canvas. Tempest throws Gavin off of her now, and kips up to her feet. Gavin gets up and runs at her again, only to be drop-toe-holded to the ground. Gavin rises as Tempest goes to work. She darts forward and springs off the ropes into a twisting somersault plancha. Coens moves, but Tempest flips once more and lands on her feet grinning at him. Gavin lunges forward, now, but Tempest dodges before turning to grab his neck and drop him in a swinging neckbreaker. As he works his way to his feet, she runs up the nearest set of turnbuckles and leaps into a long arc before catching him around the neck and swinging around his shoulders into a flying neckbreaker. Gavin immediately rolls to the outside.] Tim: TEMPEST IS A HOUSE OF FIRE!! Jeff: That's right Gavin... just take a breather... a long one. Tim: Aw, c'mon Jeff... [Gavin paces around the outside of the ring and leans up against the back of the Cell. Suddenly, in the ring Tempest goes into action and bounces off the back ropes. Gavin turns around as she springs onto the top rope and flips to the outside. At the last second, Gavin ducks out of the way and Tempest flies right into the side of the Cell. She lands rudely on the outside as Gavin, finally seeing an opening, takes advantage and starts laying into her with furious stomps.] Jeff: There Tim, now start praising Gavin!! Tim: For what!?! Jeff: Man, did you see how quick he was? [Jeff starts doing karate chops to the air, as Gavin lifts up Tempest and slams her back down with a scoop slam. Tempest holds her back, as Gavin starts digging underneat hthe apron for something. The fans begin to boo as Gavin comes out with a black wooden baseball bat. Gavin lifts Tempest up to her feet and then kicks her in the stomach a few times. He, then, places the baseball bat across Tempest's throat and falls backwards with a reverse russian legsweep.] ["CRACK"] Tim: Holy shit! [The bat snaps on impact with the ground, and Tempest begins rolling around in pain. Gavin gets up, favoring his back a little, and then lifts her up to her feet and back into the ring.] Jeff: Gavin just delivered 3D with that bat!! Tim: I'm surprised Tempest can still breath after that one. [Gavin gets up in the ring and lifts Tempest up to her feet. Gavin slaps on a quick standing head scissors, lifts Tempest up in the air, and slams her down hard with a sitdown powerbomb. Gavin arrogantly rolls Tempest over onto her stomach and then stands up again. Tempest rolls on the mat as Gavin stands and bellows toward the crowd. They boo and he yells back as Tempest slowly rises. She licks her finger and holds it up as if testing the wind and makes a big show of squaring up his backside in her sights. As the crowd laughs and points, Gavin yells at them louder until a shocked expression comes over his face as Tempest lands a solid drop kick on butt, popping him between the second and third ropes to the floor.] Jeff: God, I hate Tempest are her little showmanship. Tim: You mean, show-womanship... Jeff: No, NO I DON'T!! Tim: Easy Jeff, it's just a match. [Gavin quickly gets up o nthe outside and immediately slides back in the ring. Tempest catches the running Gavin in a slick hurricanrana and whips him over into a pinning position. The ref sldies in to make the count.] Tim: Quick pin!! [One... ...Two... ...KICKOUT!!] Jeff: I knew it!! [Gavin gets up, only to be thrown right back down with a hiptoss. The crowd begins to cheer wildly, now, as Tempest lifts him up and whips him to the ropes. Gavin reverses the whip, and Tempest flies into the cables. Gavin goes for a clothesline, but Tempest ducks and takes him over with a beautiful flying head scissors. Gavin clumsily gets up now, and Tempest slides out to the apron. She springboards into the air and dives at Gavin - attempting a high cross body. Gavin somehow manages to catch her though, and throw her right over his head with a fallaway slam. This time, however, she flies OVER the top rope and smashes into the side of the Cell again!] Jeff: MY GOD!! Er...I mean, MY GAVIN!! Tim: I think Tempest's body broke that side of the Hell in a Cell!! [In fact, upon furthur inspection, the door of the Cell has come un-hinged and Tempest crawls out the opening to the outside. Gavin goes on hot pursuit after her.] Tim: Well, I guess you knew this would happen, huh? Jeff: I did, I don't know about the stupid people. Tim: What stupid people!?! Jeff: *pointing to Tim* Um... nobody... [Tempest watches Gavin a moment and then starts climbing up the outside of the cage. Gavin slowly stumlbes out after her and starts climbing as well.] Jeff: What the hell is she doing? Tim: I have no idea… [Tempest continues to climb as Gavin starts gaining on her. He grabs her leg, but she kicks free and skitters up and onto the glass ceiling. She takes a cautious step out onto it and looks back at Gavin with a mischievous smile. She takes a step out further just as he get to the top and makes a mad grab for her, bobbling on the edge for a moment.] Tim: Oh my god… [The crowd gasps, but Gavin recovers and tentatively steps onto the glass after Tempest, who has started to back away form him, beckoning. He yells something at her, but she just laughs and sticks her tongue out at him. As she backs further, coaxing him further out.] Tim: This is UNBELIEVABLE dangerous!! [Tempest turns to see how close she is to the other side just as Gavin reaches out and grabs her by the hair and yanks her into a sleeper hold. Tempest squirms wildly and manages to get enough leverage to stomp on his foot with all her might. He lets her go and screams while trying to maintain his balance and his face freezes in horror at the crack forming just under his boot. Tempest leaps into the air and snags his neck between her legs. She flips back and flings him over and onto the glass which shatters beneath his weight and he plunges to the mat.] Jeff: NOOOOOO!!! [Tempest flails wildly and snags some of the cell fencing, pulling herself toward it. She flops hard against it, but not as hard as Gavin smashes into the mat with a cluster of glass fragments beneath and all around him. She begins to climb back up the cell and the crowd roars as she waits for Gavin to stagger up with an expectant gleam in her eye and her hands raised.] Jeff: Oh no! NO! She can’t be thinking… Tim: She is. Jeff: You can’t do a System Crash form theeeeeeeerrrrreeee…..! [Jeff’s cry is lost among thousands of others as Tempest leaps into a long arcing flip and spirals down toward Gavin with her legs outstretched and clamped his neck in the crook of her knee, slamming his head to the mat with a resounding whack.] ["HO-LY-SHIT, HO-LY-SHIT"] Jeff: Holy Shit is right! Get up Gavin! Please, I implore you! [Tempest slowly gets up now, and looks down at the fallen Gavin. She's about to pin him and get her World Title victory, when Night Stalker slides in the ring behind her.] Tim: OH SHIT!! Jeff: OH YES!! [Night Stalker spins Tempest around, slaps on a front chancery, and drops her with a modofied implant DDT.] Jeff: Tempest just saw the Light of Dawn!! [The fans boo Stalker, as he rises to his feet and starts parading around the ring. Night Stalker grabs Gavin by the arm and drags him over onto Tempest now. He orders the ref to pin Tempest, and the ref slowly does so.] [One... ...Two... ....THREE...NO, KICKOUT!!] Jeff: How did she kick out of that!?! Tim: I have no idea... NONE WHATSOEVER!! [Stalker looks at Tempest in disbelief. The ref pleads with Stalker to leave now, who gives the 'who cares' should shrug to him and then exits the ring. Gavin doesn't even move, but neither does Tempest. Both competitors just lie there motionless. Tempest is the first to move, but only to grab at her head a little. Gavin looks completely out of it, and doesn't move an inch still.] Tim: This one HAS to be over!! [Finally, Tempest gets to a knee. She looks over at Gavin, who is flat out unconcious. Suddenly, a person dressed in all black with a 'Release' shirt on repells down from the ceiling and lands in the middle of the ring, admidst all the broken glass. The mystery person holds a steel chair in his or her right hand, and is furiously trying to get their harness off.] Tim: Hey, it's that mystery person from Suicide last night!! [Tempest slowly gets to her feet, as she watches the mystery person stand over Gavin with the chair. The mystery person grabs Gavin by the hair, but suddenly turns around and SMASHES the chair over the head of Tempest. The fans, announcers and refs are ALL shocked!] Tim: WHAT THE SHIT!?! Jeff: HUZZAH! [The mystery person quickly drags Gavin over onto Tempest and pushes his or her weight down on Tempest too. The ref reluctantly goes for the cover.] Tim: PLEASE, not like this!! [One... ......Two.... .......THREE!!!] Jeff: GAVIN IS THE CHAMP!! Tim: God dammit, why does Tempest ALWAYS get screwed!?! Jeff: Gavin dammit, you mean... ["Heavy" rings out again as the mystery person revives Gavin. The Cell begins getting raised up, as the ref grabs the World Title for Gavin Coens. The mystery person reaches into his or her back pocket and comes out with another 'Release' t-shirt. He throws it onto the recovering Gavin, who just stares up at him. Gavin, who has just regained conciousness, puts on the t-shirt and smiles up at the mystery person.] Tim: You mean to tell me that this was planned!?! Jeff: EXCELLENT!! [The mystery person asks for a mic, and gets one. Tempest tries to get to her feet, but is too overcome with shock to leave. The mystery person, with the mic, stands over Tempest and says...] Mystery Person: ...Lights Out! Tim, Jeff & Crowd: WHAT THE FUCK!?! [Everyone goes into a state of panic, as the mystery person rips of their mask to reveal... MICHAEL TREY!!] Jeff: It was Trey all along!! Tim: BUT TREY WAS ATTACKED LAST NIGHT!! IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!! [Trey and Gavin smile at each, as you see Johnny Drake, Jonathan Storm and Chris Davison appear at the top of the ramp. The three men chase Gavin and Trey into the crowd and continue chasing them until they're out of view. A few EMT's come out to help Tempest.] Jeff: Man, I LOVE that Michael Trey guy!! Tim: WHY WOULD HE DO SUCH A THING!?! Jeff: I don't know... but I'm glad he did!!
["1776" by Iced Earth blasts over the PA system. The entire capacity of Madison Square Garden erupts into cheering as a row of fireworks shoot off, down the aisle and around the ring.] Tim: This can only mean one thing: IT'S TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT! One man's career will be finished here tonight, in the greatest arena of all time! Jeff: I *sniff* never thought I would see this day. Lance Sterling's career could be over tonight! Tim: Or he could end Jayson Starr's career. The feud between these two men has gone on for over a year, folks. They have NEVER had a fair, one-on-one fight... until now. [Cut backstage, where Lance Sterling is still, for lack of a better word, stalking around trying to find Jayson. Throughout the night, he's had no such luck whatsoever.] Sterling: Hah, that chicken probably decided not to show up tonight. Too afraid that I'll kill him tonight. [Sterling looks at his watch] Sterling: Almost time... [He turns around, and bumps RIGHT into Jayson Starr, who has been standing in the shadows, watching. Both men take a step back, looking each other directly in the eye.] Sterling: Decided to show up, huh? Starr: I wouldn't miss this chance for the world, Lance. Sterling: Neither would I. You know, this has gone on long enough. Tonight, it all ends. Starr: Wouldn't have it any other way. [You can almost see the electricity surge around both men; such is their hatred and their anger. Very slowly, the two back off, each keeping his gaze focused on the other, as we return to ringside.] Tim: They're both ready.. we are just moments away from the 'End of an Era' folks, but first we're going to show a little history lesson, showing you the events that have lead up to this cataclysmic match. [The Extream Screen flashes on with a flashback to Parade of Cannibals 2. That night, Jayson Starr made his HWF debut, defeating Chris Goings, while Lance Sterling and Justin Storm set their plan in motion, forming the Perfect Alliance. A month later, at May Mayhem, Sterling seals his place in HWF history with the infamous 'Gigabomb', and more importantly captures the HWF title for the first time in the Extreme Hell in a Cell...] (On top of the third cell, Sterling and Storm nod at each other as they both go after Rykopathe. Sterling kicks Rykopathe and sets him up for a powerbomb. Storm helps pick up Rykopathe as they powerbomb Rykopathe off of the top of the Extreme Hell in a Cell right through the Spanish Announcing table.) Jeff: Holy Shit!!!!! That's 48 feet in the air! Damnit! Rykopathe has got to be dead!!! Tim: Get some damn EMTs out here now! We need help. Rykopathe could very well be dead! (Bronson, Goings, and Perry make their way up the rope and meet Storm and Sterling up top of the cell. Storm and Sterling shake hands as Sterling climbs up the ladder on the top of the cell. Sterling grabs the HWF Championship from the rung as the bell rings.) [...while earlier in the night Jayson formed the Xtremists to combat the seemingly-unstoppable Alliance....] (Sterling and Bronson are cut off in the ring by Jayson Starr and Nick Diamante, with John Justice coming into the ring. Starr whips Sterling to the ropes and catches him coming back with the Shatter Starr!!! Diamante is joined by Mike Javelin in tossing Keith Bronson over the ropes. Starr pushes Sterling from the ring as Justice dives in. Blackjack is rolled out, leaving Diamante, Starr, Vile, Javelin, and Justice in the ring.) Jayson: The five men you see standing inside this ring, are five of the most extreme people in this business. And it seems that The not-so-Perfect Alliance loves to interfere in other's matches. They love to try to control everything here in the HWF. So we.. are here to put that shit to an end. Jayson: ...Now I know some of you are thinking "who do they think they are?" or even "who the fuck ARE they?" Well, from now on… you can know us as.... The X-Tremists. Tim: The X-Tremists?! Jeff: John Justice, Nick Diamante, Mike Javelin, Vinny Vile, and Jayson Starr have formed an alliance to put a stop to the constant screw jobs! [.. The seeds were planted for a feud that would shake the HWF to its very core only weeks later, during a Three-Way match involving Sterling, Starr, and Michael Trey...] (Trey nails a few right hands to the face of Sterling. Sterling blocks the last and hits a kick to Trey's stomach. Sterling applies a front face lock, then lifts Trey into the air. He drops him to the mat with a falcon arrow.) Jeff: Director's Cut!! (Sterling holds the move for the cover.) Ref: One! Two! Three! Tim: Trey is eliminated!! (Lance Sterling gets to his feet, celebrating. He looks out into the crowd, flexing for them.) Jeff: Does Sterling know it's an elimination match?! Tim: I don't think he does! (True to word, Sterling is completely oblivious to the elimination rule. As goes to leave the ring, Jayson Starr grabs him from behind and rolls him up with a schoolboy.) Ref: One! Two! Three! (The fans erupt as Jayson Starr gets to his feet and the bell sounds. Sterling is up and is furious!) Tim: Jayson Starr has won a quick match! Jeff: This is unfair! Sterling didn't know the rules! [...Sterling would lose the HWF title at King of Violence in the controversial Falling From Grace Match, yet would regain it two weeks later. The week before Indescent Exposure, Sterling cites a breach of contract, and leaves the HWF, vacating the title in the process. However it would only be a short time later that he returns as the special guest referee for then-HWF champion Jayson Starr's title match at Reckless Behavior...] Mystery Man: I should let all of you wonder who the hell I am until Reckless Behavior. But instead...I'll give you all the moment you've been waiting for. Since I showed up on the scene last week, everyone's been asking "Who's the guy under the ski mask?" Well, you're about to find out. HWF, look again upon greatness! (He drops the mic and as he starts to take off the mask a very familiar music starts to play over the P.A. system. A roaring cheer comes from the crowd as they recognize the song, and for a second the man hesitates to remove the black ski mask.) Tim: OH MY GOD!! You've got to be kidding me!! Jeff, you know what that song means, right? Jeff [marking out]: YES!!! I've waited forever and a day for this moment!! (The mystery man smiles deviously and again starts to take off his mask. We now recognize the music being played: "Rock You Like a Hurricane". As the black mask falls to the floor, another deafening cheer comes from the crowd, as the mystery man is none other than former HWF champion, Lance Sterling!) Tim: LANCE STERLING IS BACK!!! Sterling's back!! I can't believe it!! [...Sterling and Starr were now seemingly allies, and remained so through the short-lived Xtreme Alliance, through the forming of the Inner Circle, and it seemed through anything the HWF could muster. But all that changed just one month ago, at Parade of Cannibals 3....] (Starr lifts up the ladder, and sets it up again. Sterling checks up on Drake, and Drake just yells at him. Starr continues to climb, and Drake makes his way to the ropes to lift himself up.) Tim: STARR'S GONNA WIN IT! Jeff: HE'S GONNA TAKE THE COMPANY! (Sterling keeps yelling at Jayson to "go for it" and to climb the ladder. Jayson is around halfway up. Sterling raises both his arms in victory, as if he were the one actually about to win control of the HWF. Sterling suddenly puts his arm around Jayson's throat, and lifts him up off the ladder, pivoting before CRASHING down to the mat!) Tim: WHAT THE HELL?! What the FUCK just happened?! Sterling nailed his own friend, Jayson Starr, with the Attitude Adjuster!! Jeff: He doublecrossed his own friend!! [...The Extream Screen now flashes the words 'THE END OF AN ERA' across the screen, and then fades black.] Tim: And all that brings us to this very moment. Tonight, one of these men will have wrestled their final HWF match. All we can do is watch and waits as the end of an era draws near. [The camera focuses in on Nigel Rolston, standing in the middle of the ring.] Nigel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match, scheduled for one fall, is the END OF AN ERA! There will be no countouts, no disqualifications. At the end of the match, the loser career here in the Hardcore Wrestling Federation... WILL BE OVER! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California, weighing 260 pounds.... He is a former 4-time HWF champion, and 3-time tag team champion. The one... the only.... LANCE... STERLING! Jeff: Let's get ready, here comes THE MAN! Tim: Oh, brother... [The arena lights dim and fade away, replaced by multi-colored strobe lights which pulsate and flicker, bathing the whole of MSG in a spooky, unnerving glow. There is a _HUGE_ explosion of pyro as the heavy beat of "Slow" by Professional Murder Music plays over the PA system. To a deafening chorus of boos, Lance Sterling steps out from behind the curtains. He looks around the arena as a multitude of camera lenses flash, and slowly makes his way down towards the ring.] Tim: The man is a former 4-time HWF champion; a feat which has never been duplicated to this very day! Jeff: More importantly, HE IS THE GREATEST! [Sterling climbs the steps and stands on the ring apron, glaring back at the fans, before stepping through the ropes and climbing to one of the turnbuckles. He raises both arms in the air, then jumps down and turns around, propping himself in the corner as the music fades out, and lighting returns to normal.] Nigel: And his opponent: From Baltimore, Maryland, weighing 257 pounds, he is a former HWF world champion and tag team champion... 'The Hardcore Hero' JAAAAAYSON STARR! [There's silence.] Tim: What the shit? Jeff: Well, where's Jayson? Tim: Umm... Jeff: Hey, maybe he chickened out at the last min-- [Suddenly, a clock can be heard ticking. *TICK... TOCK... TICK... TOCK....* The clocks ticks start to get slower and slower, and then suddenly a fast, steady, drum beat is heard. The beat's rocking the arena like an earthquake because of the level of bass in it. The crowd starts chanting..] [JAY-SON!! JAY-SON!! JAY-SON!!] [Just then, the ticking finally stops, and a loud gong goes off, like the signalling of an hour....a voice is heard..] Voice: The Final Hour has arrived. [The lights cut off.] Jeff: Huh? Tim: This is really strange. Jeff: No, let me say what it really is. This is fucking FREAKY! [All of the sudden, a lightning bolt shoots from the sky and strikes the entranceway.. creating an explosion!] Jeff: Holy shit!! [Fire emerges from where the bolt struck, and "Birth of the Wicked" BLASTS onto the speakers! The crowd erupts into cheers as the fast-paced beat of the song rocks the Madison Square Garden. A shadow appears in the entranceway, standing with both fists clenched and head lowered.] Tim: Who's that? Jeff: It's Jayson, stupid!!! [A red hue illuminates the entranceway, showing that it indeed is Jayson. He raises his head towards the screaming fans at ringside, and the awaiting rival in the ring. With a more determined look than he's EVER had before, he starts making his way towards the ring. Jayson steps right through the fire, not even breaking stride, and continues walking.. never letting his eyes leave Lance Sterling. As he walks, the lyrics of the song set the mood of the night, and the event at hand:] :It's up to us now to seal his fate
:So, behold the birth, the wicked child
[With one swift motion, Jayson reaches back and rips the hair-tie off his hair, undoing the ponytail he once had, and letting his hair drop down to his shoulders. He climbs the ringside steps, still gazing at Lance, and steps into their fated battleground known as the squared circle. Jayson walks right up to his rival, and stares right into his eyes. Lance returns the hate-filled glare, staring right back, neither even blinking.] Tim: Good GOD, you can almost FEEL the emotion surging between these two men! Jeff: Yeah! MAN this is gonna be good!! [Lance starts saying random phrases towards Jayson, none of which're all too pleasant, to say the least. Jayson, still staring, responds by simply raising a single fist into the air.. which is replied by the sold-out crowd at Madison Square Garden ERUPTING into cheers!] Tim: Listen to this crowd! [The ref walks up to the two men and starts saying stuff to them. Probably explaining rules or something. It doesn't really matter, because neither participant seem to be paying any attention to him, they're caught up in the other's opponent. The ref realizes this fact, and throws his hands in the air, saying 'whatever'. The music slowly fades and the lights return, as the ref signals the ringing of the bell.] [DING! DING! DING!] Jeff: And heeeeeeeeeeeeeere we go!!  [Sterling and Starr both begin to circle each other warily, keeping their eyes locked. The two step forward, as if to lock up, and have a staredown, much to the crowd's approval. Sterling is only a bit taller than Starr, but is a lot more musceled. The two exchange brief words, and they lock up. Neither gets the advantage, and they break off. They circle again, and Jayson steps forward, locking up with Sterling. Jayson quickly locks his rival in a headlock, and Sterling sells it old-school, yelling and thrusting his hand up in the air, reaching for the ropes. Jayson puts more pressure on the headlock, before Sterling slips out and wrenches Jayson's arm. Sterling holds him in a standing armbar for a moment, before dropping an elbow against the back of his head. Sterling drops to his knees the same time Jayson drops to the ring, applying a sort of headlock/sleeperhold.] Tim: Hot damn! They've still got it! Jeff: They're doin it old-schooooool! Tim: That didn't come out quite right... Jeff: Sicko! [Starr manages to slip out of the sleeperhold. He 'kips up', jumping to his feet. Jayson locks Sterling's arm behind his back, in a hammerlock. Sterling powers out, slipping behind Jayson and locking HIS arm in a hammerlock. Sterling showboats while locking in the move, yelling out to the capacity crowd. He shoots Jayson off into the ropes, quickly dropping down. Jayson jumps over him and into the other side. Sterling jumps up and, as Jayson rebounds Stering backdrops him. Jayson flips behind Sterling, landing on his feet to a chorus of cheers; the fans love it! Sterling turns around and gets nailed in the face with a picture-perfect dropkick from Jayson. Sterling over-sells the move, staggering backwards and landing outside the ring. The crowd cheers loudly for Jayson, who motions for Sterling to get back in the ring.] Tim: This should be getting interesting! Jeff: SCREW THAT! I want hardcore! [Jayson just stands there, and folds his arms while he looks at Lance who's standing on the outside, looking in. The crowd starts up a chant.] [LANCE SUCKS COCK!! LANCE SUCKS COCK!! LANCE SUCKS COCK!!] Tim: Bwahahahahahahahaha!! Jeff: Hey, shut up! That's rude of all these people! [Lance gets an enraged look on his face, and starts screaming for the thousands of fans to 'shut the fuck up!,' but obviously, it doesn't work. A fan nearby Lance has a sign which reads in bright blue letters "LANCE STERLING SUCKS COCK!" and is waving it up in Lance's face, taunting him. Sterling gets really pissed now, and snatches the sign from the fan. He then proceeds to tear it in half, and the halves in four. The fan yells at Lance for ripping his sign up, and Lance just flips him off. The fan yells something else, then spits right in Lance's face, catching him by surprise. Lance can't believe what that fan just did. He gets EXTREMELY pissed now, then hauls off and punches the fan clean out, laying him out cold on the concrete floor.] Tim: Hey, he can't do that to a fan! Jeff: Sure he can! He's The Greatest, he can do anything he wants! [Lance scowls at the boy, as HWF security hold back a few of the kid's friends who're trying to get at Lance. Jayson, who now has a mic, addresses Lance.] Jayson: What's the matter, Lancey-boy? Can't handle the TRUTH? [The crowd cheers at this, and the chants grow louder. Lance gets a really enraged look on his face, and climbs up onto the apron. Jayson tosses the mic out of the ring, just as Lance steps back into it.] Tim: This confrontation is getting really heated up! Jeff: That bastard! How dare he insult THE MAN!!! [Sterling looks at Jayson with eyes full of fire. He throws a right hand, knocking Jayson back into the turnbuckle. Sterling grabs Jayson by the arm and whips him full force towards the opposite end. Jayson reverses, sending Sterling towards the turnbuckle instead. Sterling does a handstand and flings himself away from the turnbuckle, turning around just in time to catch another dropkick from Jayson. Sterling drops back and rolls towards the corner, using the ropes for leverage as he gets back to his feet. Both make their way back to the center, and lock up again. Sterling this time knees Jayson in the stomach and gets him in a front facelock. He twists Jayson around so he's behind him, then drops straight down, slamming Jayson's neck against his shoulderblades. Sterling quickly makes a lax cover, not even bothering to hook the leg.] [One.... Two.. KICKOUT!!] Tim: Jayson kicks out! Jeff: Boo! Stay down! [Sterling gets back to his feet. He grabs a handful of Jayson's hair and pulls him straight up also, backing him into the turnbuckle. Sterling starts to showboat again, this time he presses his foot against Jayson's throat, choking him. The referee at first tries to break it, until Sterling yells out that the match is No DQ, and he can do whatever he damn well pleases. Sterling breaks the chokehold, instead ramming his shoulder deep into Jayson's midsection. Sterling grabs Jayson by the hair again and throws him forward, back to the mat. Sterling sits himself on the second turnbuckle, standing up and waiting... Jayson gets to his feet and turns around... Sterling leaps off with an axehandle.. Jayson quickly low blows Sterling as he lands, and he falls backwards, curling up in pain.] Tim: OOOOH! That's GOTTA hurt! Jeff [meekly]: Yup. [Jayson grabs Lance by the hair before he falls, and keeps him up. He locks on a front facelock, then quickly drops down to one knee--impacting Lance's face with his knee in a knee smash facebuster variation. Lance bounces off Jayson's knee as he hits and falls backwards to the mat, holding his nose. Jayson stands up, then thinks for a moment. He then moves to the edge of the ring, drops, and slides out.] Jeff: Where's he going? [Jayson walks over to the announce table, and leans over it, looking at Tim and Jeff.] Jayson: [smirks] Time to play with my toys. [He then leaves the table, and walks back over to the ring.] Tim: His 'toys'? What the hell'd he mean by that? Jeff: I dunno. [Lance starts to stir in the ring, and get back up, as Jayson ducks down and lifts up the ring apron, searching underneath.] Jeff: Ohhhhhhh... THAT's what he meant.. [Jayson reaches under the ring, and pulls out a garbage can full of 'goodies'. He tosses it in the ring, just as Lance's standing up, and he quickly avoids the flying can. Jayson starts to climb back in the ring, as Lance quickly yoinks up said garbage can that was just thrown. Multiple weapons emerge from the can, including a barbwire-wrapped 2x4, the infamous Cookie Sheet o' Doom, and a C4 loaded steel chair. Starr enters the ring, just as Lance brings the can across Jayson's head sideways, knocking him down to the ground. Lance goes over to Jayson and starts dropping the can down vertically on the small of his back repeatedly, watching in joy as The Hardcore Hero winces in pain each time.] Tim: Sterling is being relentless with that trashcan! Jeff: No mercy wins, Tim. No mercy. [Sterling throws the trashcan into the corner of the ring. He pulls Starr up to one knee, and spits in his face, showing no respect whatsoever for the HWF legend. Sterling locks his arm around Starr's head, hooking his leg... Jayson recovers enough to elbow Sterling in the gut before he can execute a move. Sterling backs off, Starr runs and clotheslines him, nearly taking his head off. Sterling falls back, becoming entangled in the ropes. He steals a page from the Ric Flair Book of Heeldom by begging off, pleading with Jayson. Jayson smirks and a short-arm clothesline sends 'The Greatest' over the top rope and to the outside. Jayson climbs to the second turnbuckle as Sterling staggers to his feet. Moments later Jayson leaps off, dropkicking Sterling squarely in the chest and throwing him back into the guardrail. Security backs the fans up and away as both Sterling and Starr lay sprawled out.] Tim: SON OF A BITCH!! Jeff: Somebody help Lance! SOMEBODY HELP LANCE!!! [At almost the same time the two get back on their feet. Jayson runs at Sterling, who ducks and backdrops his rival over the guardrail and onto the concrete flooring behind him. The crowd spread apart like the Red Sea as Sterling climbs over the guardrail and lays into Jayson with strong kicks to his midsection. Sterling steps back and drops forward with an elbow, but Jayson rolls out of the way. Sterling's elbow strikes the concrete and he recoils. Jayson seizes the advantage, grabbing a folding chair nearby and slamming it against Lance's back. He drops to his knees as Jayson continues the relentless assault, slamming the chair against his back and head. Sterling does a karate sweep kick, tripping Jayson up and giving him enough time to get back on his feet. Jayson regains his balance, dropping the chair, and the two begin brawling, trading lefts and rights as they wade through the crowd, heading towards the backstage area.] Tim: Get a camera to follow them! Who knows where the hell they'll head! Jeff: Oooh this is getting juicy! [Sterling and Starr brawl back through the crowd, and towards the backstage. They press through the curtains, neither man gaining an advantage. Finally Sterling grabs Starr's head, slamming him against the wall. As he staggers back, Sterling catches him with a chop to his throat/chest area. He follows with another chop, and then another, before throwing Jayson against a steel door. The two keep fighting, huddled close together and trading blows, heading towards the back door of MSG. Starr shoves Sterling away, backing him against a glass window. A split second later he rushes at him, spearing Stering and both of them go THROUGH the window, shattering it into pieces. Shards of broken glass now litter the floor, with both men bleeding from cuts in their forehead. Sterling raises his hand to his face, wiping blood from his eyes and mouth, staggering slowly to his feet. Jayson rolls over, onto his knees and wipes his face free of blood and broken glass, as well.] Tim: Jesus christ! A spear through a glass window! Both Sterling and Starr are busted wide open!! Jeff: That bastard, he's ruined Lance's face! Tim: Jeff, Lance doesn't care. He isn't Vega from Street Fighter.. Jeff: Oh yeah... well KILL HIM, LANCE! KILL HIM! [Lance looks at Jayson, and kicks him swiftly in the stomach. He doubles over, and Sterling pulls him to his feet by the hair. He yells to him "You son of a bitch!" and throws him face-first through ANOTHER glass window. Starr rolls as he lands, ending up in the corner near the back door to the arena. Sterling walks past the broken glass and around to where Jayson is. He stomps against his back and side, before pulling a bloody Hardcore Hero back to his feet. Sterling throws Jayson back in the direction of the ring, slowly goading him to come on. Sterling lays into Jayson with a series of punches, dropping him back. Sterling smiles, moving in for the kill and picking out a 2x4 from a pile of crates and other objects. He laughs, mocking Jayson, and seconds later breaks the 2x4 over his head. Jayson slumps to the floor from the 2x4 shot. "You're done for!" Lance yells, pulling Jayson to his feet by the hair and literally dragging him back towards the crowd, and the ring.] Jeff: This match has gone all over the fucking place! Tim: These two are holding absolutely nothing back tonight! [Sterling tosses Jayson back through the curtains, and onto the floor. Jayson struggles to stand from the loss of blood, as Lance stalks after him with a menacing look on his face. "Get up!" Lance yells, as he kicks at Jayson while he's on the ground. Jayson frantically looks for a way to take offense, when Lance closes in on him. Starr spots an empty chair, and quickly grabs it and shoves it back, ramming the leg of the chair right into Lance's groin.] Tim, Jeff & Crowd: OHHHHHHHHH!!!! [Lance promptly drops down to his knees, clutching his 'gentlemen' in agony. Jayson uses this opportunity to get to his feet, and fold up the same chair he just used. He reels back, as Lance looks up at him with a look that almost says, "Have mercy, please". Jayson deeply thinks about it--thinking about all they've been through: all the good times, the bad times, the friendly chats they've had.. and then, there's what happened at Parade of Cannibals 3...] [*CRACK!!*] Tim: Sweet mother of God!! [In a vicious baseball-style swing, Jayson cracks the chair across the side of Lance's head so HARD, that blood splatters off of Lance and onto nearby fans watching. The chair bends in half on impact, and Lance drops to the concrete in a heap, unconcious.] Jeff: He killed Lance!! HE FUCKING KILLED HIM!!! [Jayson sighs, then sits down in another chair. He takes a rest for about a minute.] Tim: Man, can you BELIEVE what we're witnessing here tonight?? Lance Sterling and Jayson Starr have been taking it to the extreme for a good half-hour now, and it's STILL not over! Jeff: Yeah, and just think.. one of these guys is wrestling their very LAST match.. EVER! Tim: Still rooting for Lance? Jeff: All the way, baby! But, if Lance happens to lose.. I won't hold anything against him. Jayson's one hell of a fucking athlete. Tim: Yes, he is. [Jayson shakes his head, and stands up. He grabs Lance up, who still seems unconcious, and puts him on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He starts to move through the crowd with him slowly, making their way back to the ring. They reach the guard rail, and Jayson drops Lance on the other side, who just lays there, motionless. Jayson slowly climbs over the rail, and picks up Lance. He slides the unconcious HWF legend into the ring, where he stays, and Jayson walks up the steps. He steps into the ring, and walks over to Lance. Starr picks him up, just as suddenly, Lance's eyes spring wide open, he grabs Jayson's arm over his shoulder, lifts him up.. pivots, and slams him down HARD to the mat! But, on the way down, Jayson grabbed Lance's head in a facelock.. turning it into an Attitude Adjuster on Jayson, and a DDT on Lance!!] Tim: ATTITUDE ADJUSTER!! Jeff: Lance was just playing possum so he could regain his stregnth! 'Atta boy, Lance!! Tim: But, it looks like Jayson pulled off a desperation DDT in the process to add damage to Lance. That was smart thinking. [As Jayson lay there on his back, Lance clutches his head in pain. He thinks that if he can get the cover now, he can end this. So he tries to ignore the pain for a moment, and covers Jayson. The ref, who's done absolutely NOTHING up 'til now, drops down for the count.] Jeff: Yes!! YES!! 1!!!! 2!!!! 3--KICKOUT!!!!!! Jeff: No!! NOOO!!! Tim: WHAT THE SHIT!?!? Jeff: How in the fuck?! Jayson kicked out of the Attitude Adjuster! He can't do that, that's NO FUCKING FAIR!!! [The crowd bursts into cheers from the remarkable kickout from The Hardcore Hero. Lance's eyes are as wide as dinner plates, as he can NOT believe what just happened. Jayson starts to stir, and Lance gets up to his feet. Jayson slowly stands, staggering around like he's drunk kinda.. trying to regain his composure from the Attitude Adjuster, and is facing away from Lance. The crowd starts getting louder, some people yelling to Jayson to 'look out behind you' and 'watch out,' but he can't hear them. Finally, Starr slowly turns towards Lance, and Lance quickly runs up on him for a clothesline. But Jayson thinks fast..catches his arm, puts his foot out, and drops down HARD with a monsterous STO!] Tim: STO! [Like a spring, Jayson bounces up to his feet, and walks over to Lance's head, facing him. The crowd cheers loudly, as Jayson kicks Lance's right arm to the side, and gets a look of intensity in his eyes, staring out into the crowd.] Jeff: What the? Tim: Oh no.. he's not gonna do what I think he's gonna do...is he? [Jayson hops out to a slightly spread-leg position, and proceeds to remove his right elbowpad. He tosses it out into the crowd, then cris-crosses his hands quickly, and runs towards the ropes.] Tim: He is! Jeff: Noo!! [Jayson bounces off the ropes, runs back across, hops Lance's body, and hits the other ropes.] Tim: THE HARDCORE ELBOW!! [He rebounds off the ropes, comes back, kicks his leg out some, stops.. and PUNTS the side of Lance's head with his boot!] Jeff: Ouch!! Tim: Well, not exactly what I had in mind, but... [Jayson drops down for the pin, and the ref counts.] Jeff: I swear, if he wins off of this shit... 1!!! 2!!! Jeff: God, no.. KICKOUT! Jeff: Damn straight! Tim: Looks like Lance Sterling still has some fight left in him. As does Jayson. [Jayson picks Lance up by the hair, and Lance lands a low blow. Jayson doubles-over, and Lance picks up the C4 loaded chair that was in the ring, and brings it across Jayson's back.] [*BOOOOM!*] Tim: Sweet Jesus! Jeff: Yeah, Starr! How do YOU like it!? [Jayson screams out in pain, then he grits his teeth, clenches his fists, and STANDS UP.] Tim: He didn't fall! Jeff: That's ludicrous! [Jayson looks dead in Lance's eyes, and tells him to 'bring it on'. Lance sneers at the comment, and happily obliges with yet another chair shot, this time to his head. Still standing, Jayson staggers some, and Lance clobbers him with another shot to the head. Blood runs freely off of Jayson's forehead now, as Lance reels back really far for the final blow. But, Jayson kicks him in the midsection, making him drop the chair. He applies a standing head scissors, and attempts to lift him up for the Third Impact, but Lance overpowers him and backbody drops him onto the mat. Jayson slowly gets back to his feet, as Lance turns to face him. Sterling comes at Jayson with a strong clothesline, which Jayson ducks and catches him in a full nelson. The crowd bursts into cheers, as Jayson lifts Lance up, and drops his face down impacting with Jayson's knee!] Tim: SHATTER STARR!!!! Jeff: NO!! NOO!! NOOOOOO!!!! [Sterling is layed out on the mat from the Shatter Starr, as Jayson gets to his feet, staggers some.. and collapses down on top of Lance. The ref counts..] 1!!!! 2!!!! 3!!--KICKOUT!!!!! Jeff: HE GOT A SHOULDER UP! HE GOT A SHOULDER UP!!!! Tim: I can't believe it! Lance Sterling just kicked out of the Shatter Starr!! [A loud mixure of cheers and boos emerge from the crowd, seeing as what just happened. The ref assures Jayson, Lance and everyone in attendance that it indeed was, only a two-count. Jayson slams his fists on the ground, yelling out 'God fucking dammit!!' at the top of his lungs. He leans up against the ropes for support, as Lance slowly starts to stir on the ground.] Tim: The ring is covered in the blood of these two legends, the blood of heroes. Jeff: Amen. [Lance finally sits up, as Jayson begins to rise from the ropes. His leg seems to give out, and he stumbles into the corner, facing the screaming crowd. He looks at them, watching their eyes light up at every move he performs, and the looks of concern whenever he gets hurt. Jayson closes his eyes tightly, gets a tight grip on the ropes, and pushes himself up.] Tim: Looks like Jayson's found his last bit of stregnth. [Starr gets to his feet. He looks a little dizzy. He shakes his head to clear his vision and the blood from his eyes, then turns around. And when he does he sees Lance's foot coming right at him! He thinks REAL quickly, and sidesteps the kick.] Jeff: Woah! That was close! Jayson almost caught the Hollywood Hangover! Tim: It would've surely been over after that one. [Sterling quickly spins around, as Jayson grabs him in a 3/4 facelock. But Lance overpowers Jayson, and pushes him off of him, and into the ropes.] Tim: ...and Sterling was almost Starr Struck! Jeff: Watch out, Lance!! [Jayson bounces off, and comes running back at Lance. Lance then attempts a clothesline, but Jayson ducks it and puts on the breaks. Jayson spins around, just as Lance does, and comes back with a clothesline... but Lance catches his arm!] Jeff: The Attitude Adjus...!! Tim: Wait!! [Jayson then uses his free arm, and swings his arm underneath Lance's chin, and grabs his head in a 3/4 facelock! He drops down, and impacts Lance's chin with his shoulder!!] Tim: STARR STRUCK!! STARR STRUCK!! [The building EXPLODES into cheers after that awesome reversal move!] Jeff: NOOOO!!!!!!! [In a Rock-esque fashion, Lance hits the ground and flips over, landing on his stomach. Jayson quickly scrambles over to him, rolls him over, and covers him.. hooking the leg. The ref drops down and counts, along with the crowd.] 1!!!! Jeff: NO!!! 2!!!! Jeff: KICK OUT AGAIN, DAMMIT!!!! 3!!!!! Jeff: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! [Ding! Ding! Ding!] Tim: It's over!! ["Birth of the Wicked" by Iced Earth hits again, as Sterling slowly rolls to the corner and props himself back on his feet. The referee walks over to him and explains what just happened, and the side effects. You can almost see the color leave Sterling's face as he's told he lost. Breathing heavily, with blood still caked on his face from all he's been through tonight, he weakly nods in agreement of the terms of the match.] Tim: Jayson's done it! He's overcome the odds here tonight... and Lance Sterling is GONE from the HWF, forever! Jeff [sobbing]: It can't be true! Say this is some bad dream and I'll wake up soon.. Tim: It's no dream, Jeff. Lance Sterling's HWF career... is over. [Jayson looks at Sterling, who reaches over the ropes and is handed a microphone. The music dies down to allow him to speak.] Lance Sterling [breathing heavily]: When I first came to the HWF... I asked myself if I would ever meet my match. I've gone through the best we had to offer. I've fought everyone, from legends to nobodies, and I've come out on top each and every time. I.. have had no equal in this ring... until now. You win, Jayson. The war is over... and you've vanquished the Greatest. [He drops the microphone as nearly all his energy is spent. Sterling, for the first time ever in his HWF career, slouches backwards and drops to the ground, acknowledging his defeat. The slightest hint of a smile crosses his face as he looks at his former friend, former rival, and now conqueror.] Tim: Love him or hate him, Lance Sterling has been an integral part of the HWF. His year long legacy has come to an end, ironically one year after he first captured the HWF title. And no matter what, he will be missed. Jeff: The HWF *sniff* won't be the same without *sniff* 'The Greatest'. Tim: You know, Jeff... I agree with you. [Jayson smiles, and picks up the mic Lance dropped. Jayson looks directly at Lance as he speaks.] Jayson Starr [Also breathing heavily]: You're right, Lance. The was is over. I wish it would have never started, but if it hadn't, then we would've never know who was the better of the two of us, would we? Then again, would it matter? In my book, we're equals, Lance. You're the greatest opponent I've ever had, so yeah, you are The Greatest. I wouldn't have had traded this night for anything. [Lance gets a slightly confused look on his face, as Jayson makes his way over to him. Jayson then extends his hand out towards him, offering it.] Jeff: Huh? [Sterling looks at his hand a moment, thinking about it, then he finally reaches out his own and takes Jayson's hand, as Jayson pulls him up to his feet. Lance limps over towards the center of the ring, where Jayson finishes.] Jayson: Tonight, we were both the winners. And yet, we both still lost. Lance, you have to give up your contract here in the HWF forever... [Lance regretfully lowers his head at that fact.] Jayson: [sighs] ...and as for me, I'm through. Tim: What?? Jayson: I've thought about this for a very long time, and I feel as though I've completed all that there is to acomplish here. No, I haven't gotten all the titles here, but I don't care about them. It's about the challenge, not the titles. And I just overcame my toughest challenge: Lance. I want to be remembered on a good note, not a sour one. So.. I've came to a decision. As of this moment... [Every fan in attendance waits patiently to hear what he will say.] Jayson: I officially retire from wrestling. Tim: WHAT!? [Mixed reactions come from the crowd, chants of "DON'T GO JAY-SON" amongst others are heard, as Lance stands there with a confused look on his face. Jayson turns to him.] Jayson: Finally, Lance.. like I said, I wanna end this on a good note, so.. [He extends his hand once more to Lance, this time as a friendly handshake gesture.] Tim: ...... Jeff: ......? [Lance smiles, and firmly grasps Jayson's hand, shaking it with pride. Lance raises Jayson's hand into the air along with his own, and they recieve a GIGANTIC chorus of cheers from the re-born friendship between the two. They give them a standing ovation, applauding their spectacular efforts, and chanting "THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" repeatedly. "Birth of the Wicked" hits once more, as the legal information appears on the screen.] Tim: What a surprising end, ladies and gentlemen! This is too much for words to explain, we'll see you all next week at Saturday Suicide.. good night! [It continues to show Lance Sterling and Jayson Starr for a moment, then the show finally fades...to....black.]
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