 [Earlier Today.] [Cut backstage on Tempest, sitting in a locker room with Chris Davison. They're watching the monitors closely, sipping water. The phone rings suddenly. Tempest sighs and gets up to answer it.] Tempest: Hello? [The screen cuts into a split screen. Michael Trey is on the other end, riding in his 1967 Shelby GT with a cellphone.] Michael: Hello, Tempest? Tempest: ... Michael? [Davison sits up and looks at Tempest curiously.] Michael: Hey. Now, don't talk for a second. Tempest: Don't tel- Michael: Please, just a second. I'm not trying to convince you of anything here. I'm not trying to get you to forgive me or join me or help me. I just felt that I had to call. After the last two weeks with my family and winning this Wrestling God 2 thing, I realized that it didn't matter to me. My life was more important. And my father and Claire have shown me that I have made some mistakes that I refused to admit. I'm just calling to apologize. To you and Davison for everything since Dark Horizon, and anything I might have done before then. Tell Phoenix too. I don't expect him to buy into this; I wouldn't. Just tell him that I'm sorry for everything. All I want is a chance to show everyone how much different... better I am. I just want to make them proud again. [Silence fills the line for a moment before Tempest speaks.] Tempest: ... I'll tell him. You understand that I'm very skeptical of this? Michael: I didn't expect anything less. I just needed to tell you. Tempest: Where are y- Michael: I gotta go. Good luck tonight. [CLICK. Tempest and Davison exchance an odd stare as she hangs up the phone. The screen compacts to just Michael. He dials another number and holds the phone up to his ear.] Michael Trey: Hey, Serletic. Can you put Jimmy on? [The camera cuts to the parking lot, as you see Jonathan Storm hop out of his jeep with Helena holding his hand. He grabs his duffle bag, and as he walks towards the door, she looks at him.] Helena: Are you sure that you're ready for tonight? Storm: I have to be ready, whether I like it or not, Hel. This is redemption for me...this is my chance to close the book on this matter. I'm doing this for you too, Hel... [Cut back to ringside.] [July 29, 2001 | The Bradley Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin | 9:00pm] Tim: Ladies and gentlemen! WELCOME TO HWF'S PPV EXTRAVAGANZA, FADE TO BLACK! Tim: Time to start Fade to Black! Our first match... Jeff: Is the most worthless of them all, simply because one thing is involved – the Smackdown title. Tim: Thanks for the lead-in, fag. It’s Chris Thrilla versus Jon Fuller for the Smackdown championship! Jeff: Yeah, we’ll see if Mr. Jon Tastic can pull in the rest of the EWA Elite’s slack by taking out Thrilla. Tim: I don’t know Jeff, Chris has been very determined these past few weeks. Ever since he was given the shot at number one contendership, we’ve seen a new high school dropout! Jeff: He’s still the same Philipino assclown as he always was. You think SPIKE dropped the ball with Teen Angst? HA! While the white half of Teen Angst was fighting for the tag belts against the old Wrecking Crewa t Seven, Thrilla could barely walk! He was too fucked up on Coke and E and weed and crack and acid and, and, and... Tim: ...drugs? Jeff: Yes. Drugs. Tim: Drugs are bad, mkay? [Red lights begin to flash as the distorted opening sounds of "Stoopid Ass" by Grand Theft Audio begin to play. The bass kicks in and the lights flash faster. The drums beating kicks in after that and the lights flash even faster. The lights are flashing so blindingly fast that they're seizure inducing. Then the stage explodes with pyro as the guitar finally kicks in. From the smoke walks Chris Thrilla, dragging behind him a battered looking dumpster, filled with toys for his match.] Jeff: What, with the dumpster again? Tim: Yes, how else do you expect him to drag along his picnic table? Jeff: He has a picnic table in there? Since when? Tim: Since... I don’t know how long he’s had that picnic table in there. A very long time. Jeff: How do you know? Tim: Because! Even back when Teen Angst was still around, he’s had it stashed at the bottom. I guess he just hasn’t had the chance to use it! [The crowd is near silent, when all of a sudden, Kid Rock’s ‘Cowboy’ hits over the PA. The fans rise to their feet, as Jon emerges from the entrance. He pauses at the top of the stage, raising both arms into the air and receiving more cheers from the fans, before striding down to ringside, and slapping the fans hands along the way. Jon then climbs the steel stairs onto the ring apron, where he pauses once again. Mr. Jon-Tastic then gives a mock salute to the crowd, before stepping through the ropes and trotting around the squared circle. He jumps onto the second turnbuckle, raising his arms into the air once more, as the bell sounds and the match gets underway.]
 Tim: And here we go! [Thrilla and Fuller circle each other. Fuller stops in the middle and raises his hand to Thrilla. Chris reaches up, uncertain and grabs onto Fuller hand. Jon rams a boot into Chris’ stomach, bending him over. He grabs onto Thrilla’s hair and whips him backwards onto his back. Fuller bounces lightly on his toes, looking down at Thrilla. In a flash, he runs towards the ropes. Thrilla rolls over onto his stomach. Fuller jumps over him and continues running toward the other side. He comes back off the ropes and ducks under Thrilla’s leapfrog. Fuller, running at full speed, runs right into a stiff backwards kick to his jaw.] *CLAP!* Jeff: Woo! Tim: That wasn’t a chop, Jeff. Jeff: Woo-uh... moving on! [After brushing himself off and flashing a cocky smile at the crowd, Thrilla picks Fuller back up to his feet and tosses a few right hands to the top of his head. Fuller drops to one knee and drives a hard uppercut to Thrilla’s stomach, doubling him over. Fuller hooks Thrilla in a suplex and powers him over onto his back. Jon stomps away on Chris’ chest after the suplex and applies a front headlock. Thrilla struggles and rolls over onto his stomach. Fuller holds the headlock into a front facelock, which is now more of a chokehold. Chris pushes Jon up onto his knees and grabs his head. Thrilla pushes up higher until both men are back on their feet. Fuller wrenches down on the facelock, nearly dropping Thrilla back down onto his knees. Chris reaches back up to Fuller’s head again and hugs his arms together. Thrilla drops back down to his knees, executing a jawbreaker. Fuller breaks the hold and bounces backwards, holding his jaw.] Tim: Thrilla counters with a jawbreaker! Jeff: It’s still over. Once Mr. Jon-Tastic feels like actually fighting, Thrilla doesn’t stand a chance. Tim: Wanna bet? Jeff: Well, no... Tim: Coward. [Chris slides to the outside and walks over to the dumpster. Thrilla then grabs a small hook on the outside and pulls, sending that side of the dumpster falling down into a ramp. He reaches into the dumpster and drags out an old wooden picnic table, hauling it onto the concrete. Fuller begins to stir on the inside and checks Thrilla setting up the table. Jon bounces against the ropes and charges Thrilla, full speed. He reaches the ropes and performs a front-flip plancha, right onto Chris’ back and onto the picnic table! The table doesn’t give though, and both men are sprawled out. Fuller is the first to his feet after a few seconds of regaining his balance and picks Thrilla up onto his feet from laying face-first on the table and...] Jeff: Thrilla’s bleeding! Tim: Oh shit, he must have had his face scraped against the wood when Fuller did that plancha! [The bell rings and Nigel Rolston calls out] Nigel: For first blood, Jon Fuller is awarded 2 points! [Fuller laughs and drags Chris back into the ring. He rolls Thrilla over to the corner and lays the boots to his face and chest, driving the air out of his lungs. Jon digs his foot into Chris’ neck, choking him with his boot. Thrilla coughs and sputters, but can still hold out long enough to give Fuller a kick square to his...] Jeff: Gonads and strife, gonads and strife, gonads and strife... Tim: In the lightning, in the lighting! Jeff: ... in the rain! Tim&Jeff: Weeeee! [With Jon down, Thrilla slides back outside and repositions the table, sliding in nearer towards the corner of the guardrail. Jon recovers on the inside and slides out to meet Thrilla, spinning him around and laying a right hand to his face. Fuller hooks on another suplex and lifts him up over the table. He switches the suplex in mid air into a Michinoku driver onto the table, but... the table still doesn’t break! Fuming, Fuller drags Thrilla off the table and props him up against the apron, chopping him across the chest.] [WOO!] [Fuller raises his arm again an chops Thrilla.] [WOO!] [Jon tries another chop, but the reaction is cut short from a reversal by Thrilla. He pulls Fuller around and slams his back into the apron. He chops Jon across the chest in return, once.] [WOO!] [Twice] [WOO!!] [Three, four, five, six, seven times!] [WOO!!] [Chris shakes his hand after the seventh chop and backs away from Fuller. Jon grabs onto his chest and rolls into the ring. Chris climbs up onto the apron and grabs onto Jon’s head. Fuller throws Thrilla’s arms away and gives a thunderous pair of shots to his gut, nearly knocking him off the apron. Fuller winds up for a clothesline and swings his arm at Chris’ head. Thrilla ducks low and blocks it with his right arm. He nails Fuller in the face with a left, spinning him around to face away from Chris. Chris turns back to back with Fuller and hooks his arms in a crucifix. He lifts Jon off the mat and brings his feet onto his thighs, arching his back. Chris reaches up behind him and hooks Fuller’s neck with a hangman’s hold and wrenches back. After a few short seconds of excruciating pain, Fuller taps!] Tim: Chris Thrilla has just made Jon Fuller tap out to a modified Gory Special on the ropes! Jeff: Shouldn’t that have been called off? Tim: Eh. Jeff: You make an interesting argument Tim. Thank you for your input. Nigel: Chris Thrilla has been awarded 3 points for a submission! The score is Thrilla with 3 points and Fuller with 2! [20:00] Nigel: 20 minutes remain in this match! [Thrilla releases the hold, but does not let go of Fuller’s arm. He pulls Jon onto the apron and places him in a standing head-scissors. He looks back at the picnic table and tries to lift him up with a piledriver, but Fuller blocks it and lifts Chris up into a square piledriver. Fuller runs along the apron towards the picnic table and leaps off, drilling Thrilla through the picnic table with a running square piledriver!] HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! Tim: Holy shit indeed! Jeff: Is Thrilla dead yet? Tim: I don’t know, maybe the EMT’s should check this out! Jeff: Not until the match is done. Nigel: Jon Fuller is awarded 2 points for putting Chris Thrilla through a table! The score is now 4-3 for Jon Fuller! [Fuller is slow to get up from the wreckage, but when he finally does, he makes his way over to the ladder at ringside, pulling it into the ring. He sets the ladder up in the center of the ring, right underneath the Smackdown! title and begins to climb. Thrilla is motionless on the ground outside in the debris of the picnic table.] Jeff: Go for it Mr. Jon-Tastic! Thrilla’s down and out! Tim: Fuller could take it right here! [Fuller reaches the top of the ladder and looks out at the crowd, making a little pose for the cameras, confident that he has the match won.] Tim: That’s a baaaaaad move. Jeff: Why Tim? He’s got this one in the bag! Tim: Then why is Thrilla up and on the apron? Jeff: Oh SHIT! [Thrilla springboards off of the top ropes with a missile dropkick, knocking into the middle of the ladder with both feet. The ladder teeters... and falls siodeways with Fuller on the top! He makes a wild grab for the title, but he misses!!] Tim: INCOMING!! Jeff: Outta my way, foo’! [Fuller comes crashing through the announce table from well over 20 feet in the air! Jeff and Tim scatter as Fuller falls through, leaving Chris on the inside of the ring. He sets the ladder back up and climsb the shaky ladder to the top, standing on the final wrung and grabs the Smackdown! belt in both hands. He yanks the belt down and raises it into the air.] Nigel: The winner of this match... and NEW Smackdown Champion... Chris Thrilla!!! Tim: We... our win... Thrilla! Jeff: Hey Tim, you’re cutting out! Tim: ...am? Jeff: I fucked your mom last night! Tim: You s... itch... kill you! Jeff: What? I can’t hear you! BWAHAHAHAHA!! [Thrilla has made his way down off the ladder with the title in his hands and exits the ring to a large pop form the crowd for the impressive victory of the new Smackdown champion! Thrilla slaps a few hands on the way up the ramp, getting some more crowd reaction before finally exiting the ring side area. Jon Fuller is slow to get to his feet and requires the aid of an EMT for a few moments. After checking that Fuller is all right to continue on his own, the EMT’s leave him to walk back to the locker room.] [A small repair crew comes down to the ring during this, fixing up Jeff and Tim’s announce table, while cleaning the ring of any bits of debris.] [The scene cuts to the back where Havoc enters the arena. Holding a red duffle bag in his hand he has a big sick smile across his face as he heads towards the locker rooms. From behind him a voice calls his name. Havoc turning sees Tony Bradshaw coming towards him.] Havoc: What the hell do you want? [Bradshaw approaching cautiously takes out his microphone.] Bradshaw: I’m looking to get you opinions on your match with Jonathan Storm and Inferna. Any predictions? [A smile instantly comes to Havoc’s face as he grabs the microphone from Bradshaw.] Havoc: My predictions....hmmm let me think. For one I’m going to kick ass, take Inferna’s and Storm’s names, write then down on a list, take that list out back and burn it and then piss all over the ashes. Am I gonna win? Hell yeah, fuck yeah I’m going to win. Then when it’s all over me and an old good friend of mine are going to make good on our promise. Jonathan Storm will die tonight. [Havoc punching the mic into Bradshaw’s chest turns around and walks away; laughing all the way to the locker rooms.] Jeff: You think he’s serious? Tim: I hope not...wonder what he meant by old friend... [Over the PA system starts the opening riff of “Full Nelson”. As it gets to the chorus, Gary Luger appears from behind the curtain. He stands in the entrance way for a while, looking round at the fans, and then runs down to the ring, sliding in and getting up in the middle of the ring. He raises both arms in the air in a clenched fist salute, and then slips off his Canadian title – holding it aloft for the fans to see. The gold glints brilliantly as a thousand cameras flash all at once capturing the moment that they will savour for years to come of when they saw the Smiling Assassin live. Gary then runs over to the corner and jumping up to the top turnbuckle to salute the fans. Then he does a back-flip back down to the mat again and swaps the belt for the mic with Nigel Rolston.] Gary Luger: Sup y’all? Your current Canadian champion has arrived! [The crowd cheers for Luger and chants his name.] Gary Luger: Do you realise that’s the first time I have been able to say that to you all? But more importantly, do you realise how many more times I am going to have the privilege of saying that to everyone all round North America? Life IS great, huh? And I’m not going to let someone like Raine ruin that, like he ruins so much else. Where some experience greatness, others have to settle for less, and in your case, Raine, considerably less. I’m sorry, but it’s just how the cookie crumbles, my friend. Some found this life, for others more fortunate – and more talented – than yourself, this life found them. We all know where I fall into this, right? [“RIGHT!”] Gary Luger: So, Raine, here’s your big chance as the rookie to show up the champ. Sound familiar? It should do because it’s how I made my name. That, however, was a different day and a VERY different champion. I am NOT a Renegade and you, Raine, are most definitely NOT a Luger! [Gary hands the mic back to Rolston as the fans cheer much louder for Luger now and he waits for his opponent to get in the ring.]
 (OOC NOTE: THIS MATCH WAS SENT LAST NIGHT, BUT THE EMAIL DID NOT CONTAIN THE MATCH FILE ITSELF. THEREFORE, THIS MATCH WILL BE ADDED LATER. THE WINNER, HOWEVER, WAS GARY LUGER. SORRY ABOUT THIS, IT IS MY FAULT FOR NOT CHECKING THE EMAIL RIGHT AWAY. THE MATCH IS DONE, BUT HASNT BEEN SENT PROPERLY.) [We cut backstage, where Tempest runs by the camera screaming as the sound of a chainsaw is heard. Havoc rounds the corner and chases after her as the screen freezes on Tempest.] *freeze frame* Tempest: Beautius wrestleius champius [Then the motion continued just long enough to focus on Havoc.] *freeze frame* Havoc: Psycho predatorius chainsawius [Tempest ducks into a corridor as Havoc runs past and turns down another hallway.] Tempest: *phew* Thank God he’s such a Soopa Genius that I got away. [A shot of the parking garage is shown as a black sedan speeds in. The car flies down a row of cars and then slams on its brakes and pulls into an empty space. After several seconds, the driver's door opens up and Phoenix climbs out, a dark duffle bag in hand. He walks toward the arena doors and wastes no time opening them and slipping inside. After taking about three steps, Jason Roberts runs up to him and jams a mic in his face. Phoenix stares at him as Roberts asks him a question.] Roberts: You sure showed up late tonight. Considering you have a World Title match tonight, don't you think you should've gotten here earlier to prepare? [Phoenix laughs to himself once before responding.] Phoenix: Not really. It's not worth the time to prepare for a match when you don't know who you're going to fight. Roberts: But you do know who you're going against. We all know it's going to be Phoenix versus Tempest here tonight in the Flames of Phoenix match. Phoenix: Sure, everyone, myself included, knows what our names are, but that doesn't mean much else. Of course it's going to be Phoenix against Tempest, but that doesn't tell me who I'm fighting. [A confused look crosses Roberts's face as he stares blankly and Phoenix before asking his next question.] Roberts: I think you just contradicted yourself there Nix. You just said you're matched up against Tempest. How can you still say you don't know who you'll be wrestling. Phoenix: Just because I know her name doesn't mean I know who she is. So tell me this Roberts, who am I fighting? Am I facing the same Tempest who beat me who gracefully beat me in the World Title tournament? Do I get to see the same person who was able to beat me one on one and then didn't rub it in my face, but just took it as another victory in a pure wrestling match? Will she be the one who just sees me as any other threat? Will she be the Tempest who just finds her name across from someone bigger than her and assumes she is again the underdog fighting a man who gives her no respect? Or how about the Tempest who took me to the limit two weeks ago? Will I end up fighting the same Tempest that would put her body on the line to achieve any means she can? She gave me everything she had that night on the outside of the ring, in my domain. I couldn't beat her in a clean wrestling match, that much I knew, but it was chair swinging, light tube smashing, ladder climbing kind of a match that we had. That's my kind of match and she took it to me on the floor. Might I get put up against that Tempest? Or how about the Tempest who put up with all sorts of crap to stick with her friends. Trey ignores her and admits he was only there because he thought he could benefit from the alliance. David Zakin basically flat out ignores her. Chris Davison and her agree to become officially wed next month and she has her doubts about fighting him in a Final Solution match. She went through so much to stay loyal to her friends when they turn their backs on her. That was the Tempest who would accept someone's attempt to be nice to her. That was the Tempest that would trust in people without hesitating to think about their honesty. I've been honest with her. I do respect her and I do appreciate what she's done. And now that I've seen her go through what I've been through and try to befriend her for it, she doubts me. That was the Tempest that died as soon as I opened up to her. I don't know which one of these Tempests I'm going to draw tonight Roberts. Roberts: I guess I see your point, but all of those people are still Tempest and they all are the World Title champion right now. Whichever of them you face, I'm sure she'll be ready to put everything she has into the match to defend her belt against you. Phoenix: You'd think that wouldn't you? But who knows? I might even get to see a new Tempest tonight. Maybe it'll be one who wants out of the match or it'll be one who would want to talk instead of fight. I really don't know who I'll see out there. Roberts: I don't know if I agree with that, but even if it is true, there will still be one constant you'll see later tonight, that being the Flames of Phoenix match itself. You've won something like this before and Tempest has never fought in it. Surely that has to give you some sort of advantage. Phoenix: Experience means nothing in this match. It doesn't take living through one of these matches to teach you to try to not fall off the scaffold and to not get burned. Tempest wanted a fair match, and this was the way to do it. No weapons, only wrestling. No courage, only the fear of falling. No interfere, only Tempest and Phoenix. And one of them is going to break. It's only a question of who. [Before Roberts gets a chance to ask another question, Phoenix walks away from him and heads down the hall in the direction of the locker rooms.] [ An erie red glow cascades the arena as the riff to "Vine Street" erupts through the speakers. Buck and Rooster Williams stand at the entranceway, enjoying the massive boos from the crowd. Buck leads the way to the ring, and quickly slides in, followed by Rooster. ]
#You blew my mind out so many times [ Buck grins as the crowd continues to boo him, and starts feeding orders to Rooster. Both men pace the ring, waiting for Partners in Crime.] Tim: If we've learned anything since Parade of Cannibals, it's that Buck Williams will do anything to get whatever he wants, and he'll step on anyone in his way, no matter who it is. Jeff: Yeah. Ain't it great? Finally somebody with some balls. The last guy around here who could do all those things around here was Lance Sterling! Tim: You'll do anything as long as you can throw his name into a sentence, don't you? Jeff: Screw you for judging me! ["Happy Holidays, You Bastard" by Blink 182 starts to play over the PA. Soon, the lyrics hit as the beat picks up.]
#It's Christmas Eve and I've only wrapped
#Unless your Dad will suck me off
#I'ts Labor Day and my grandpa just ate
#Unless your Dad will suck me off [JD Smack saunters his way out from behind the curtain. He raises his arms looking for cheers, but gets a large number of boo's. Unfortunately, Greg Bowman isn't with him. JD walks down to the ring, absorbing the boos, as if they were cheers. JD walks up the steps to the ring, then gets in between the middle and top ropes. JD walks over to his corner, and leans against the turnbuckle with ease.] ["Shut Up" by Blink 182 starts playing as the last theme dies out...The beat picks up right from the get-go, and so the do the lyrics.]
#Shut the fuck up she said
#Now that all my friends left
#Get the fuck up she said
#You're just a fuck up, she said
#I'll never ask permission from you
#I got too fucked up again
#No sleep on this flight
#I'll never ask permission from you
#I'll never ask permission from you #I think it's time for me to leave [As the song starts to repeat itself...Greg Bowman walks out from behind the curtains. He is sporting an X-C-Fucking-W shirt, and the boos are incredible. The second he has shown himself, he's been booed worse than evil HHH. Bowman taunts to the crowd who are throwing garbage at him and booing like mad. Greg runs down the ramp as on the Extream Screen, it just says FUCK OFF in big red letters. The letters fade away to show a clip of Greg mooning the Wreckin' Crew just a few weeks back. Then it goes back to the red FUCK OFF and then in the middle as the words fade away again, it shows a fist, flipping everyone off. ]
 [ DawgPound don't waste anytime, rolling out of the ring and attacking Partners in Crime as they reach the end of the ramp. Buck and JD Smack wail away on each other, while Bowman sidesteps a rushing Rooster and delivers a quick forearm to his back to knock him down. Buck rolls JD Smack into the ring, but doesn't follow; instead he rushes at Bowman from behind, knocking him off of Rooster. Bowman recovers, and in a fit of rage rushes at both Buck and Rooster, who wait for him as they pick him up a deliver a double shoulder breaker. ] Jeff: Yes! Tim: DawgPound of to a quick start here. They call that the "Yankee Killer". Jeff: I call it the "Bowman Banger". Tim: *sighs* [ Rooster and Buck leave Bowman laying on the ground, and start to walk back to the ring. Smack is still on his hands and knees as DawgPound reach the apron, but gets to his feet quickly and leaps over the top ropes, hitting a cross body suicida on the surprised tag team. All three men are laid out near the apron, with Bowman on the ramp being the first one up. He runs back towards the ring area and starts digging underneath the apron, pulling out two tables and a 10 ft. ladder. He slides them in, then walks back over to the front of the ring, clubbing Buck in the back several times. Smack has also recovered, and delivers a clothesline to Rooster has he tries to stand, sending him over the barricade and into the crowd. ] Tim: smart offense by JD Smack there, and it's netted Partners in Crime the advantage. Jeff: That's a first for him. Usually he's on his back, staring at the lights. [ Smack continues pounding on Rooster on the outside, while Bowman rolls Buck into the ring. Bowman starts setting up the tables; one he sets against a turnbuckle, and the other he stands up near the middle. Bowman lays in a few right hands as he lifts Buck up, and then locks on a waist lock, throwing Buck over the top in a belly-to-belly suplex. ] Jeff: The table didn't break! He bounced off like a small kitten from a moving car! Tim: I'm sure the damage is done, however. Going through the tables won't matter in the long run; the object is to grab the titles hanging from the top. Jeff: We know this, jackass. [ Bowman curses, and then grabs Buck into another waistlock. He suplexes him again, this time sending him through the table and skidding near the ropes. Bowman clears the debri as JD Smack dives in the ring, and both men go to wail away on Buck. Bowman gutwrenches the texan and lifts him up, delivering a vicious powerbomb with an assist from JD. Bowman starts to celebrate a little, talking up a storm, as Rooster slips into the ring from the other side. JD Smack sees Rooster barreling towards them, and pushes Bowman clear of his path, taking a spear into the table behind him set up against the turnbuckle. Smack is laid out underneath the table pieces, while Rooster jumps back up, clutching his head. Bowman grabs Rooster and whips him into the opposite corner, following him the whole way and delivering a big clothesline in the corner. Rooster staggers, and Bowman clamps on a front chancery, whipping him in the air into snap suplex.] Tim: Amazing show of strength there from Bowman. Rooster has gotta way an easy 300 lbs. Jeff: Yeah...I feel sorry for Rooster's wife when he wants her in the missionary. Tim: That's pretty crude, Jeff. Jeff: So's that shirt your wearing, but you don't here me complaining. [ Bowman kicks Rooster a couple of times, and then grabs the ladder and starts setting it up. Bowman begins ascending the ladder, making it close to the top and just out of reach of the belts when Buck starts to recover. Buck jumps up and clubs Bowman in the back, who crumbles a few rungs down as Buck clubs him again. Buck then shoves the ladder towards the side, bouncing the ladder on the ropes and hotshotting Bowman right in the neck. Bowman kicks as he clutches his airway, while Buck shakes Rooster awake. Both men then grab Bowman, and whip him towards the ropes. Buck powers Bowman up into a tilt-o-whirl, finishing him off into a michinoku driver. Rooster slides out of the ring, digs under the sides and pulls out a few chairs and hurls them in, and also pulls out a 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire. Inside the ring, Buck has grabbed a chair. ] Tim: Gone To Texas from the Junkyard Dawg! My Gawd! Jeff: Hit 'em with the chair! Make those assclowns suffer, Buck! [ Buck slams onto Bowman's back with the chair, causing him to arch in pain. Buck grins devilishly as he reaches back to hit him again. However, Smack has recovered and grabbed the chair in the nick of time, pulling it out of Buck's hands and reeling him around at the same time. JD throws the chair into a confused Buck's hands, which thumps into Buck's skull as JD lands a resounding spinning roundhouse kick against it. The crowd "oohs" and then cheers at the sight of Buck wobbling around after the hit, his forehead bleeding away. Smack then turns just in time to get clocked in the face with the 2x4, which Rooster delivers. Rooster picks up JD and prepares to hit him again, but JD ducks the swing and bounces off the nearest ropes. Rooster swings again, but JD slides underneath his legs, grabs him in by the neck, and brings him down in a rear choke drop. This causes the 2x4 to come down on top of Rooster's own skull. ] Tim: So far, both teams are going back and forth, neither one getting a sizable advantage. Jeff: It's Partners in Crime, Tim! How can they do anything but choke when the titles are on the line? [ Smack nips to his feet, and starts to set up the ladder again. Buck rolls out of the ring, reaching underneath for a ladder of his own and pulling it out. Buck slides in with the ladder, and smashes it against JD's back, knocking him to the ground. Bowman gets to his feet, and runs full tilt at Buck, smashing into the ladder with his shoulder, driving Buck back. Smack starts to scale the ladder again as Bowman lifts Buck, ladder and all, and slings him over the top rope. Bowman watches Buck writhe in pain, grinning in satisfaction as a familiar figure leaps out from the crowd, sneaks up behind Bowman and wheels him around, delivering a high angle X-factor with all of his weight coming down on his head. ] Tim: It's Nikki Williams! She's just laid Bowman out with the Wellfire! Jeff: That's my girl! I bet she could whoop Tempest's ass if she ever got a match against her! Tim: I wouldn't go that far...unless Tempest had to have her back to her the whole match... Jeff: What are you trying to say, Tim? Nikki is all about fairness! [ Nikki turns and pushes against the ladder, just as JD's fingers and just clutching the belts. The ladder falls, taking JD with it, and sending him towards the ropes, where he catches the top one right between the legs. Smack spills out onto the mat, while Nikki rolls out of the ring, trying to bring Buck back to life. Rooster shakes off his cobwebs and immediately pulls out Bowman, whipping him into the steel steps. Buck orders Nikki to take care of JD, and then rolls back into the ring and sets up the ladder. Buck starts to climb up for the belts. The crowd boos at Buck, who delivers a few choice birdies on his ascent, but then cheers erupt as they see whose sprinting down the entranceway. ] Jeff: What the hell? Tim: It's Joanna! Jeff: She must be looking for JD Smack; he has that name for a reason. [ Joanna stops at the ladder on the outside, and starts setting it up near the apron. Buck is now near the top of the ladder, and has his hands on the titles. Joanna gets to the top quickly, steadies herself, and jumps as far as she can, delivering a dropkick to the middle of the ladder inside the ring. Buck's ladder collapses together, and falls back towards the direction Joanna just lept from, landing on Joanna and landing Buck on the ropes across his gut. Joanna rolls around in pain, as Buck spills back to the outside, clutching his stomach. ] Tim: Joanna sacrificed her body to keep DawgPound from winning! She's helping Partners in Crime even up the odds! Jeff: She's so biased. She should the two teams just have a fair fight. Tim: She just made it a fair fight! What do you call what Nikki's been doing? Jeff: Making sure her husband's happy, like a real wife should do, even when it doesn't involve scrubbing floors or washing dishes. [ Bowman slides back into the ring and checks on Joanna, having dealt with Nikki quickly and laying her out near the announce table. Bowman lifts the ladder off of Joanna, and sets it back up. Joanna rolls to the outside, just as Rooster slides in. Bowman quickly clotheslines Rooster has he gets up, and starts to set him up on the turnbuckle just as Smack recovers on the outside, sliding in a table. Bowman hits a few rights, and then locks on a front chancery, as JD sets up the table behind him, in front of the ladder. Bowman tries to suplex Rooster, but the big man's inertia keeps him steady, and Rooster pushes Bowman off into JD, and both men land with a thud across the table, shattering it. Rooster then steadies himself on top of the turnbuckle, and dives off, landing a huge elbow drop on both men, shaking the ring in the process. ] Tim: OH MY GOD!! PIC IS DEAD!! Jeff: It could have been worse! The fat bastard might have actually landed on them, instead of just using his elbow! [ Buck slides back into the ring, and picks Rooster up, which takes a few seconds. Both men pick up Bowman first, and toss him over the ropes and out of the ring. On the outside, Joanna and Nikki have started going at each other, with Joanna getting the best of the matchup and landing a standing side kick to Nikki's face. Rooster and Buck taunt Bowman, who lays outside the ring, but have their backs turned to JD, who has recovered from the table landing. Both men turn just in time to get a ladder slammed against them, knocking both members of DawgPound outside the ring. JD Smack stands alone with the ladder inside the ring to a cheering audience, and he turns to look at Joanna, whose waving him down from near the spanish announce table. ] Tim: She's got Nikki sprawled on the spanish announce table! Joanna's motioning to JD! Jeff: Quick! Somebody tell her it's a bra and panties match, so she can rip off her clothes! She's in the best position! [ Smack starts setting up the ladder near the the ropes, as Joanna hits Nikki with a few rights to keep her in place. JD scales up the ladder, standing at the utmost top, trying to keep his balance. He takes a quick look and then flies off the top, somersaulting as he lands flush on top of Nikki, collapsing the announce table and sending the spanish announcers scrambling. ] Tim: NIKKI WILLIAMS IS DEAD AND BURIED! JD SMACK HAS JUST KILLED HIMSELF AND HER WITH A SENTON BOMB FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!! Jeff: Stop yelling Tim, that's annoyin....wha? SHE'S DEAD? NOOOOOOO!!! [ Jeff leaps up, rolls JD Smack over, and starts trying to slap Nikki awake. Joanna checks on JD, trying to make sure he's ok. On the other side, Buck has slid into the ring, and watches angrily has Jeff starts to give Nikki mouth to mouth, even though she obviously doesn't need it. The crowd cheers loudly for Jeff, and Buck looks as if he's going to rush to her "aid", but instead looks back up at the belts, and then back towards his wife. Buck grins and then grabs the ladder, setting it back in the middle of the ring. ] Tim: It's pretty obvious where Buck's priorities lie; he'd rather go after the belts than check on his wife. Actually, I'd have to say I'm proud of Jeff checking on someone whose injured during a match, even if he seems to be going a little overboard.... [ Buck starts to scale the ladder, as Jeff tries to get Nikki's heart started, trying to mask his apparent clumsiness at copping a feel. Bowman slides back into the ring, and starts to club away on Buck. Behind Bowman, though, Rooster has entered, and he forearms Bowman from behind. Buck jumps off the ladder and pushes it away, as both men deliver heavy shots on the still standing Bowman. ] Tim: Bowman is isolated inside the ring! This doesn't look good for Partners in Crime! [ Buck scales the turnbuckle, as Rooster lifts the taller Bowman into a canadian backbreaker rack. Buck jumps off the turnbuckle and lands an elbow smash on Bowmans lax jaw, flipping him to the floor. Both texans kick and punch Bowman, keeping him in the corner, as Joanna slides back in near the opposite side. She grabs the ladder, and sets it up and starts to scale it. ] Tim: Dawg's Day on Bowman, as Joanna sets up the ladder; I'm not sure what she's trying to do, she can't win the match herself. [ She reaches near the top, just as Rooster turns and sees her. Rooster rushes the ladder, but Joanna is already airborne, delivering a HUGE flying hurricanrana, sending Rooster into the mat hard. Joanna lays hurt yet again, this time clutching her left knee.] Tim: Rig Drop on Rooster! Joanna's evened up the odds again! Wildcat wold be proud! [ Buck curses at having to deal with her again, and leaves Bowman to land a swift kick upside Joanna's jaw. He picks her up by the hair and curses at her repeatedly, as Bowman recovers behind him, slowly standing up. ] Tim: Jeff! Jeff: Whew! That was fun! Tim: Is she doing ok? Jeff: How the hell should I know? What am I, Doogie Howser? [ Bowman whirls Buck around, and lands a kick to the midsection, knocking the wind out of him. Joanna rolls back to the outside as Bowman lifts Buck and turns him over, sitting down into a devestating sitdown piledriver. Buck lays sprawled out, while Bowman kicks him out of the ring. Bowman then whirls and waits for Rooster to stand, as Smack, finally getting his wits, slides in behind him. Rooster wobbles up, and is instantly thrown overhead by Bowman, as JD lands a furious cutter on the eldest Williams' sibling as he lands, bouncing off the mat. ] Tim: CRIMINAL OFFENSE! THE TIDE HAS TURNED! Jeff: What'd I miss? Tim: Shut up Jeff! [ Bowman sets the ladder up yet again, and JD quickly begins the climb upward. Buck is up again on the outside and begins to climb back in the ring, when suddenly a smaller figure leaps out from crowd, and grabs the Junkyard Dawg from behind. The smaller man delivers a HUGE uppercut, knocking Buck down to the mat. He then turns and starts pumping his fist towards the crowd, as the camera finally gets a good look.] Jeff: It can't be! Tim: It is! Jeff: No! Tim: WILDCAT IS BACK!! THE CPA OF THE HWF HAS RETURNED FROM THE GRAVE! [ Wildcat wastes no time, and grabs Buck's legs, rolling him over into the "8 Seconds" Texas cloverleaf. Buck howls in pain, slamming his hand against the mat, with no affect. The crowd roars with delight as Wildcat hollers like a maniac possessed, to the delight of the crowd. Meanwhile Smack has climbed all the way up to the ladder, while Bowman lands a drop suplex on the still dazed Rooster. Smack grabs the titles, and pulls with all his weight. The ladder falls away, leaving JD hanging by the titles, as Bowman yells instructions from below. The titles finally give way, and Smack collapses, both titles in hand. Bowman lifts JD to his feet, trying to help him get his balance. ] Tim: Partners in Crime have done it! They've kept the Tag Team Titles against the most unholy coalition in the HWF! Jeff: Jeez, that's great; now the tag titles mean next to nothing while Partners in Bed have them. Tim: I think they've EARNED their victory here, Jeff. I didn't see you out there going through a table. Jeff: That's because I was out here, administering the Robinson Love Potion #9. [ Wildcat and Buck have begun to brawl on the outside, as Partners in Crime begin to celebrate. Bowman slaps JD on the back a few times, and then suddenly locks on a headlock. Bowman wheels him around, delivers a kick to the ribs, and then hauls JD up and powerbombs him. JD holds his back, as Bowman starts to kick away on him. JD manages to get up after a few seconds, but only to get thrown into a corner, where Bowman follows up with a knee to the face, knocking JD Smack down and out. Bowman then motions for a mic, and he's tossed one by the ring announcer. ] Greg: Listen, JD...you proved you're loyalty to the HWF and you proved your loyalty to me...but you never proved that you didn't burn down my house...so you're still to blame, and I am not one who takes this shit kindly...so get ready JD, I've got both of my belts now, you'll have to fight me and win for your half. Dig? Good. Let's get this shit on with then! [JD has been just sitting there for a while. As soon as Bowman goes to throw the mic down, and turn back to JD...JD runs and clotheslines Greg to the mat and nearly takes his head off. The fans go nuts. JD grabs Greg by his X-C-Fucking-W shirt, and rips it off, only to reveal another one there. JD locks on a camel clutch on Greg. Greg is nearly out of it when JD lets go. The fans are cheering like mad. JD goes to ringside and grabs an HWF shirt. He gets back into the ring. He holds it up for the fans, who mark out for the shirt. JD stays looking at the fans, back to Bowman and he puts the shirt on. JD then goes back to Bowman, who has grabbed a title, and gotten to his feet. Greg runs and clobbers JD with the title, sending JD to the mat hard. Greg rips the shirt off of JD, then throws it down. Greg reaches into his trunks, and pulls out a silver zippo. He grabs the H-W-F shirt, and lights it on fire. Greg's eyes light up as the shirt burns into a heap of nothing. The fans are booing enormously. Greg then goes back to JD, and picks him up. Greg kicks JD in the gut, then DDT's him. Greg jumps up to the top turnbuckle, then back flip splashes off of it, right onto JD. Greg stomps out the burning pile of HWF shirt, then kicks it out of the ring. Greg grabs his titles, and leaves the ring, as JD just lays there, motionless.] Jeff: What the fuck is Bowman doing? I always knew he was a loser! He's from XCW! Tim: Remember what happened last time you bad mouthed an XCW Wrestler? Jeff: Shut the fuck up bitch. Tim: He kicked the crap out of you. Jeff: I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP! Tim: ... Jeff: Better. [ Meanwhile, Wildcat has rolled Buck into the ring, and the crowd pops as he starts to climb the turnbuckle. Wildcat waits perched, motioning for Buck to get up with his hands, as Buck wobbles around a bit, looking dizzy. He finally turns, and Wildcat connects with a flying hurricanrana. ] Tim: Rig Drop! Jeff: Rednecks don't come back from the dead! What is this, a soap opera? Tim: Wildcat is going straight after Buck, and not letting anything get in his way this time! [ Wildcat is stomping away on Buck when he's suddenly clocked from behind by Nikki Williams with the barbwired 2x4. Rooster finally comes to, and all three begin stomping on Wildcat. The crowd pops huge as another figure runs down the rampway, sliding under the bottom ropes. ] Tim: Big Texas is here! Jeff: Four rednecks? No! Tim: Old Wrecking Crew is back! [ All four Williams' siblings start brawling in the ring, as Joanna also jumps in from the outside. It's a furious three on three now, with DawgPound getting the worst of it. Rickey runs at Rooster, and clocks him hard, sending him over the ropes. Ditto Nikki Williams, who takes a spear from Joanna and is thrown over afterwards. Buck stands against the other three, trying to fight back, but is eventually beaten down, and sent hurling over the ring ropes. DawgPound collect themselves on the outside, slowly backing up the ramp, cursing. Old Wrecking Crew pace the ring, Rickey pumping his arms in the air to the crowd. Wildcat scowls at Buck, but eventually turns around, facing the others as "Lakini's Juice" hits through the speakers. He's welcomed back with a huge hug from Joanna, is crying nonstop. Rickey is smiling broadly, patting Wildcat on the back. The crowd is going nuts, but Wildcat just seems to take it all in stride. ] Tim: Old Wrecking Crew back in the HWF again! I wonder what this will mean to the tag ranks? Jeff: It means rampant stupidity; two Crew teams and Partners in Crime? That's not a tag division, it's a home for nutcases. Tim: I wish I was Luger right now, so I could knock that smirk off your face. Jeff: What did I tell you, Tim? I was SICK that day and had a bad cough! [We cut to the back again to see as Tempest walks down the hall carrying a large round cheesecake topped with a creamy icing and several cherries. She sashays along in a tight pair of dark purple PVC pants and a glittering purple top. As she passes a door, Commissioner Lance Sterling steps out and smiles as he watches her pass.] Sterling: Nice cheesecake! [Tempest stops and turns with a little scowl and stalks back toward him. She abruptly reaches up and smacks Sterling who just goggle at her as she walks away again.] Sterling: What? What’d I say? [The camera switches to the parking lot, where Shawn Collins has just arrived at the arena. The fans go wild as they see Claire Trey walk up to him to ask him a question. Suddenly, out from behind, Michael Trey attacks Shawn and Duane Jackson joins the brawl. Trey throws Duane (Bisc) onto a car, and Shawn throws Trey ontop of him. Shawn climbs the car, and jumps off to land on ... BISC, due to Trey moving out of the way. Bisc goes through the windsheild as Trey and Collins continue to brawl off to another part of the arena.] Tim: Okay, looks like that match has started early. Jeff: Good stuff. Tim: In fact, it's supposed to start now.
 Jeff: So.. where are they? Tim: In the back, idiot. Jeff: Oh yeah. So... we gonna have a match? Tim: I don't know. Nothing's happening. Jeff: Yeah... of course. Tim: Okay... moving oooonnn.... [We cut backstage again as Greg Bowman steps out of his locker room and starts down the hall and passes Tempest, still toting the cheesecake form earlier. He grins like a fool watching her walk past, than falls into step and smiles adoringly at her.] Bowman: Hey Mommy! Nice cheesecake! Can I have some? [Tempest turns and glowers at him before hauling back and smacking him across the face with force. Bowman rolls his head around and stares after her as she walks off.] Bowman: Is that a no? [The lights suddenly go out. There is nothing but darkness and silence until "Just a Girl" is suddenly blasted over the speakers. A huge wall of fire just shoots up from the ground and Inferna appears behind it, wearing her trademark tight red halter top, short black hot pants, and black leather boots, in her hand she brings a rather large glass full of some sort of liquid. The wall of flames lowers slowly in front of her and Inferna sexily strides down the ramp to the ring. She places the glass on the announcers table and then she jumps up onto the apron in one fluid motion and turns to face the crowd and she give the audience one of her extremely sexy smiles. Then she turns right back around and holding on to the top rope, she flips into the ring. She stands in the middle of the ring listening to all the cheers and catcalls and whistles from the crowd. She gives Tim and Jeff a sexy wink and blows a kiss to the crowd, which is met with even louder catcalls and whistles. She then narrows her eyes from the glare to search the crowd for a second and smiles brightly as if she found who she was looking for.] Tim: Whats she looking for? Jeff: Who cares? She looks hot again tonight! I just want to see her puppies. [The lights dim and all the crowd is in shock and wonders. Suddenly, right in front of the entrance, a large video wall made up of televisions, rises in front of it. As they slowly turn on one by one in random order, a word can be made out...sort of. Eventually it reads "ICON"...and that's when it happens. Two shots of pyrotechnics straight into the air, and all of a sudden, the sounds of "Loose" by Primer 55 happen, and from a rotating, rising platform, comes Jonathan Storm. He smirks at the crowd, some of them giving him a cheap pop for the fancy entrance. He walks down to the ring arrogantly, dressed in his silver karate gi pants, and his new "Just Deal With It" T-shirt. He slides into the ring, and raises his hands into the air, getting a massive positive reaction.] Tim: Here comes Jonathan Storm. Jeff: You're a fast one! Next is Havoc, retard. [Through out the arena the lights fade out as the twisted melodic beginning of Marilyn Manson's "Sweet Dreams" plays. From the center of the arena floor a door begins to open emitting a blinding blue beam of light straight up to the ceiling. Walking up from the hole, by what looks like a set of stairs, comes Havoc. Stepping onto the ramp he waits letting the light of the spot almost absorb him. Smiling, Havoc pulls out a knife from the inside of his coat. Opening the front of his bladed trench coat he wears only a white tank top, taking the knife his smile takes on a more sinister look as he runs the blade across his chest, cutting through the shirt and lightly to the skin.]
 Tim: JESUS!!! [Making three 2-inch cuts across the left side of his chest he moves the blade to his right where he cuts 3 lines there too. Looking down at the cuts and the blood running profusely down his shirt Havoc begins to crack up. Throwing down the knife Havoc walks down to the ring. ] Jeff: This guy is insane…I love it. [Making it to the ring the blue stage spot disappears to be replaced by a red spot shooting down in the ring. Walking up the steps over the ropes and into the ring. The smile on his face gets only wider as he looks back and forth between Inferna and Storm.] Tim: This is going to get ugly. Jeff: Yeah, just like when I met your mom…damn…she's ugly. Tim: That didn't make sense you assbeast. Jeff: Fuck you son of a Chris Goings. Tim: Ugh, that was low. Jeff: You deserved it. [Havoc runs at Storm and clotheslines him hard to the mat as the bell sounds. Inferna runs up behind Havoc, and bulldogs him as Storm gets up. Inferna climbs to her feet, and Storm drops her with a scoop slam. Havoc gets up behind Storm, grabs him by the hair, and drops him back with a, reverse DDT. Inferna is up at this point, and she bounces off the back ropes, and then runs and drop kicks Havoc into the far ropes. Storm rises to one knee as Havoc runs at Inferna, and sends her flying with a big boot to the face. Storm runs at Havoc from behind with an axe handle smash.] Tim: This is fast paced shiznit. Jeff: You're an idiot. [Inferna watches Havoc pummel Storm and decides to take a break. She goes over to the announcer table and picks up her glass. She carefully enters the ring with the glass and watches as Havoc lays Storm out. Inferna punches Havoc in the back and he turns around to face her. Just then she throws the liquid right in his face. Inferna throws the glass outside the ring where it breaks on the floor. He turns away slightly in shock trying to wipe away the liquid from his eyes, when Inferna produces a lighter from her cleavage. She smiles as she puts the flame on Havoc, the liquid catching quickly catching fire.] [Storm slowly gets up and Inferna knocks him over the rope with a superkick. Then Inferna gets on the top rope and hits 180 moonsault onto Storm. She notices the broken pieces of glass and she picks Storm up and proceed to bulldog him onto the pieces of glass.] Jeff: HOYL SHIT! Yes…HOYL, not HOLY, HOYL. Tim: That's amazing by Inferna. We're just getting started and she's already lit Havoc's face on fire, and hit Storm through some glass. Jeff: She's hardcore alright…and I wouldn't have minded being where that lighter was….mmmhmmm. [Havoc manages to put himself out. Then, looking rather pissed off, goes to the side of the ring where Inferna is, and pulls Inferna onto the apron by her hair. Inferna turns towards Havoc, but Havoc just whips her over the top rope by her hair. She slams down hard. Inferna starts to get up, and then stays low. Inferna knee sweeps Havoc and does a standing leg drop on him. Then she quickly climbs the turnbuckle, blows a quick kiss to the crowd and does the Fireball onto him.] Tim: Oooo, I'm surprised she hit that. Jeff: Havoc got to feel her puppies! She hit him and he was right there…I wish I was Havoc. Tim: You sick fuck… [Jon Storm manages to cut up, bleeding on the face. He goes under the ring, and pulls out a table. Storm reaches under a ring again, and grabs a mask, and a long-sleeved shirt. He grabs another item...a gascan. He spills the gas over his shirt, and grabs a match from an audience member. He lights up the match, and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He places the match against his shirt, setting himself on FIRE?! He then looks down at a fallen Havoc, and leaps into the air with his Corkscrew Shooting Star Press!] Tim: HOLY SHIT!!! Jeff: HAVOC IS TAKING A BEATING!! NOOOOO!!! Tim: Shut up bitch. [Havoc slowly begins to wake himself up after all the punishment from Inferna and Storm. Storm looks at Inferna, fire in his eyes. He grabs her by the hair, pulls her in an inverted headlock, and delievers a tornado spinning reverse DDT! THE SHOWSTOPPER! Havoc gets to his feet, and runs and grabs Storm from behind, yanks him to his feet, then spins him around, kicks him in the guy and hits him with a stunner.] Jeff: STUNNER! Tim: IDIOT! [Havoc slides out of the ring as Inferna and Storm recover. Havoc sets the table up that's out there, and grabs a few chairs and 2 more tables. He slides the tables into the ring, and throws the chairs in all at the same time…making them all fall in separate places. Havoc gets back into the ring. He sets one table up in a corner. And then one on the, left of the ring, opposite to Inferna and Storm. Inferna and Storm each get up. They look at each other, and then Inferna quickly ducks down and low blows Storm back to the mat. Havoc goes to Inferna, and just starts pummeling her. Havoc starts punching her over and over. Inferna seems pretty knocked out of it from the punches. That is until suddenly she perks up and catches one of his punches and arm dragon screws him down to the ground. She jumps to the top of the turnbuckle in one fluid motion. Once there, she wastes no time in pulling off a Phoenix splash on top of him.] Jeff: Inferna is going all out here! Tim: damn right! [Havoc pushes himself over, and then to his feet. Inferna and Storm are both up and fighting already. Havoc walks over to them both, and slams their heads together, sending both down. Havoc grabs Storm by the hair, and just tosses him into the turnbuckle near the one table. Havoc sets Storm on the top rope, then gets up there himself. He grabs Storm for a scoop slam, then holds Storm in a Piledriver position, and leaps from the turnbuckle. Storm and Havoc crash through the table with the "Career Ender". Storm doesn't move and Inferna slowly gets up, holding her head. Inferna grabs Havoc from behind, and whips him into the turnbuckle with the table, but Havoc reverses and sends Inferna flying. Havoc closely follows her, and Inferna grabs onto the top ropes, and flips herself up, and over Havoc and he crashes hard into the table. Inferna quickly hurricanrana's him to the mat.] Jeff: Inferna's in control of this now. Tim: Only because Havoc damn near killed Storm. [Jonathan Storm, somehow manages to crawl over to a chair. He holds it and just stares at the downed Havoc. Inferna picks up Havoc, who stiffly awakens and grabs Inferna by the throat. He grabs with both hands, and nails her with a stiff throat toss. Havoc turns over to Storm, who has gotten to his feet now, with the chair in hand. Storm sees Havoc charge, he tosses him the chair, and then he plants him with a STIFF superkick! Havoc just stumbles, back a bit, then lets out a devilish laugh.] Jeff: YES! Havoc's getting ready for it! Tim: Oh no…this cant's be good for Storm. [Havoc cocks his head to the side slightly, let's out a laugh and grins. Storm gets a furious look in his eyes. Inferna starts to crawl towards the turnbuckle on her hands and knees. Storm runs at Havoc, and clotheslines him, but it just sends Havoc back slightly. Storm whips his arm back, then chops Havoc hard. The crowd "Wooo's" and Storm chops again. Red marks are seen on Storm's hand, as the jacket with razor blades in it, is still on Havoc. Storm doesn't care if he's bleeding. But, he whips Havoc into the far ropes, and Havoc comes back into a Cross Body by Storm. Havoc catches Storm, and then scoop slams him. He picks Storm up by the hair, and slowly, cracks his neck, and locks on the Iron Claw. He hoists Storm up and yes…he nails…it….the….REAPER'S TOUCH!] Jeff: REAPER'S TOUCH! REAPER'S TOUCH! Tim: REAPER'S TOUCH!! [Inferna sits perched on the top turnbuckle, just as Havoc let's go of Storm. Inferna jumps off and Missle drop kicks Havoc out of the ring. Havoc just gets up and laughs at what he has done to Storm. Inferna then climbs the turnbuckle one more time. She jumps off and nails Storm with the Fireball and holds for the pin. 1…2…3! Inferna rolls off of Storm and out of the ring.] Tim: INFERNA WON!! Jeff: PUPPIES!! [Havoc slides back into the ring. As Havoc stands up he looks around the arena. Turning a slow 360 the smile in his face is truly wicked, and the look in his eyes is totally ominous. Walking up Havoc picks up Storm and palms his face. Lifting up Jon, Havoc slams him down in the Reaper's Touch. Storm is nearly knocked unconscious as Havoc stands over him, a sadistic smile across his face. Finally Havoc turning towards the ropes leaps over them and kneels down by the apron.] Tim: What's he doing? Jeff: Oh, like I know? [Havoc reaching deep under the ring finally finds what he wants as he pulls his arms back out. Standing back up Havoc rolls a duffle bag into the ring and follows.] Tim: There's that bag again... [Chuckling Havoc opens the bag and reaches in, pulling out a chainsaw..] Tim: Jesus Christ!!! Jeff: OH MY GAVIN!!! IT'S KINDNESS!!! [Holding up the saw the crowd can see the word "Kindness" written across the blade. Turning he looks over to Storm who is just beginning to stir.] Tim: SOMEONE GET HELP OUT HERE!!! Jeff: I don't think he's kidding... [Havoc grabbing the cord of the saw pulls hard as the saw starts up with a loud roar. Havoc smiling wide walks slowly towards Storm who has finally seen what Havoc has. Storm trying to get to his feet slides back into the corner. Havoc holding the saw into the air continually revs it up, instilling more fear into Storm. From behind Havoc, Inferna rolls into the ring, sneaking up she charges at him. Before Inferna can attack Havoc turns around fast swinging the saw right for her neck. Inferna ducking fast barely keeps her head. As she stands back up Havoc swings back the saw hitting her across the jaw with the motor of the saw knocking her out.] Tim: SOMEONE GET OUT HERE!!! [Havoc turning back around find Storm still in the corner paralyzed by shock. A sick smile comes to Havoc's face as he points the tip of the saw at Storm's neck.] Jeff: This guy's really lost it...he's really going to kill Jon... [Havoc holding up the saw moves in closer. Suddenly from the stage entrance a group of several security guards rush down to the ring. Havoc chopping the saw down hits the mat as Storm quickly rolls out of the way. As Havoc turns to chop down again he's stopped as a security guard slides in and sweeps the back of Havoc's knee. Havoc doesn't fall but he drops the saw as another security guard grabs the saw and pulls it out of the ring.] Tim: Thank God. [As more and more guards rush in the ring they all pile on top of Havoc trying to pull him down. Havoc in a pure adrenaline rush throws and pushes the collection of guards off like they're nothing. The whole arena is nearly in silence as they watch the guards fight valiantly to take Havoc down. Finally after a couple minutes they manage to get a good hold on him. Jeff: I've never seen anything like this in my life. Havoc really is a monster... [The guards holding onto Havoc for dear life pick him back up to carry him out. As the guards get ready to push him through the ropes Lance Sterling walks out on the ramp. Sterling pulling out a microphone, holds up a hand motioning for the guards to keep Havoc still. The look on Sterling's face is pure rage.] Sterling: Havoc, you have gone to far!!! I've tried dealing with you shit and I can't take it anymore. You're crazy and a detriment to this company. Collins told me to handle this with discretion but I can't, you've gone to far this time and you leave me no choice. HAVOC, you sick fuck, YOU'RE FIRED!!!! [A shocked look comes to Havoc's face as he instantly gets the fight back in him pushing the guards off of him. Havoc holding out his arms motions for the guards to relax. Looking to Lance who nods "yes" the guards comply allowing Havoc to grab a microphone. Havoc walking calmly grabs a mic and turns to Sterling. A surprised look comes to Havoc's face as he speaks.] Havoc: You're firing me...for what? [Sterling seeing the simile on Havoc's face immediately begins to yell at him. Sterling's rage is to intense he doesn't even need to use the microphone to hear the obscenities coming out of his mouth. Havoc watching on only smiles wider and wider with every word. Reaching into his pocket Havoc pulls out a little box. Holding up the box in one hand Havoc speaks into the microphone with the other.] Havoc: That's fine Lance, but how about I give you a real reason to fire me hehehehe. [A curious look comes across Sterling's face as Havoc presses the button. A sudden loud explosion booms from behind Sterling. Turning around fast Lance is just in time to see the second and third support for the Extrene Screen blow up.] Tim: OH MY GOD HE'S BLOWING UP THE EXTREME SCREEN!!! [Lance turning around charges down the ramp as the screen starts to fall forward. Lance jumping down the long ramp falls relatively safe in a side crevice. The screen falling fast lands for the most part on the longer stage, fortunately not hitting the crowd.] Jeff: HOLY FUCKING SHIT NUGGETS!!! [As the screen rests the whole arena is nearly silent save for Havoc laughing while he watches the chaos. The guards don't stop Havoc as he steps over the ropes. Still laughing he walks up the ramps and on top of the Extreme Screen as he heads toward the back. Tim: Oh my God, people I'm just speechless. Jeff: I've never seen anything like that before in my life. Tim: Technicians are coming out to clean up the mess and to find Sterling. We'll have our next match as soon as we get this remotely cleaned up. Jeff: Jesus.... [In the back, Tempest reaches a door marked "Phoenix and stops. She looks indecisive and started to raise her hand to knock, but then pulled it back.] Tempest: Oh jeez, should,I do this? I mean, I respect Phoenix as a competitor, so why play this cheap joke on him. Then again, he has a sense of humor. Or if he didn’t this would be a good time to check. But still, he seems like an ok guy and not one of those serious sticks int he mud who need to be made to look silly. But it would be soooo much fun. No... No I can resist the urge. [She takes a deep breath and seems like she’s about to turn away when the door flies open and Phoenix sticks his head out trying to figure out what the noise was. Tempest jumps in surprise and reflexively slams the cake in his face as she screams. She blinks and then turns and runs while Phoenix wipes his eyes.] Phoenix: Well... that was weird. Must have been Tempest. Mmm... [He licks some of the cake off his fingers and disappears back inside.] [We cut to another part of the backstage. Shawn Collins, Michael Trey and Duane Jackson are in a locker room, brawling continuously. Bisc got Collins in a headlock using a towel, and Trey sprayed Collins' eyes with anti-persperant. We cut back to ringside.] Tim: They're never gonna end this! Jeff: Hey, all the better for us... right? Tim: Ladies and gentlemen, we're ready for one hell of a grudge match next.. its Cross and Chris Davison: STAIRWAY TO HELL! Jeff: Hell yeah! Now we get to see Davison beat the hell out of that EWA mook, Cross! Tim [ignoring him]: The rules for this contest are simple.. there's a ladder, and at the top of the ladder is a barbwire singapore cane. If you get the cane, you're free to use it on your opponent. So.. needless to say.. Jeff: This match is gonna be BRU-TAL! Tim: Exactly. [The lights dim and are replaced with flickering strobe lights. The sudden-yet-soft beginning of Splender's "Monotone"" wavers throughout the arena, accompanying the flashes.] # Roll over, monotone...
# There's no need to analyze,
[The strobes suddenly cease and a huge explosion of pyro cues the lights, which reveal Chris Davison, mimicking a crucifixion pose. He lowers his arms and looks up, to the ominous barbed wire hanging, and then to the nearby ladder. He walks to the ring, leaps up to the apron, grabs the rope, and slingshots over, landing into a somersault and kipping-up to his feet. He looks ready, just waiting for the contest.] Tim: Chris Davison looks ready for anything.. and especially ready for Cross! Jeff: Yup, that he does Timm-ay.. that he does. Tim: Quit calling me that! Jeff: Aw... ["Monotone" slowly fades out as the lights slowly fade to black. The crowd goes into a frenzy as two blue spot lights dance around the arena. As they hit the top of the entrance way, all goes silent. As all eyes focus on the entrance way, the first few chords of Mettalia's No Leaf Clover blast throughout the arena. As smoke, and two blue streams of fireworks appear, Cross the American Nightmare steps out from behind the black curtain. The lights come back on, and the two steady blue streams of fireworks stop. However the smoke remains and seems to follow Cross down to the ringside area. Though with each step the smoke slowly starts to fade away, until Cross is ringside. After walking up the steps and leaping over the top rope, Cross makes his way to the center of the ring, his eyes fixated on Davison.]  Tim: We can expect nothing less than a five-star match between these two talented men. Jeff: I'll tell you what we can expect: Davison beating this punk all the way back to the EWA! Tim: Uh, Jeff? The EWA went out of business. Jeff: My point exactly. [Davison circles with Cross, and then locks up with him. Immediately, the bigger man clamps down in a headlock, but Davison reaches up with a back bodydrop, backs up to near the ropes, and drops him neck-first across them, backward. Cross gets back up quickly, slightly favoring his neck, as Davison gets up as well. Cross immediately snap lariats him to the ground, picks him up, and snap suplexes him. Davison rolls onto the ring apron, pulling himself to a standing position. Cross dives toward him in a spear through the ropes, but Davison falls backward into a sort of handspring, catching Cross's head in a hurricanrana and planting him firmly into the cement.] Tim: WOW! Davison starting off with some damn good offensive maneuvers, trying to keep Cross off-balance. Jeff: Good strategy. Cross would kill him in a straight out fight. Tim: Good point. Cross has a good couple inches on Davison... if it comes down to pure power, Cross has this thing won. Luckily Davison is adept at fighting on his own terms... [Cross gets back to his feet as Davison rolls back into the ring quickly. Cross climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes... as he gets in Davison catches him with a dropkick and Cross backs into the turnbuckle. Davison runs forward just as Cross gets a big boot into the air, striking Davison squarely on the jaw and knocking him onto his back. Cross grabs Davison's legs, holding them in a wishbone position, and stomps Davison right in the groin.] Tim: OUCH! Jeff: So much for any hope of Davison and Tempest having any kids... Tim: Ah shut up. [Davison slowly gets back to his feet after the groin shot from Cross. He backs Cross into the corner, grinding at him with the barbed wire. Cross is bleeding from the forehead, and Davison knees him square in the gut. Cross stumbles from the corner as Davison perches himself atop it, holding the wire. Cross gets as far as three staggering steps before Davison leaps over Cross, pulling the wire over his neck as he flies overhead. The end result is a flying False Alarm using barbed wire, and the fans go nuts over it with a HUGE "H-W-F!" chant.] Tim: Damn! Jeff: Go Davison! Go Davison! It's your birthday... Tim: Oh, brother... [Davison gets to his feet and starts to set up the ladder. He slowly starts to climb as the crowd in the background cheer him on. Cross, groggily, begins to get up, seeing Davison climbing the ladder. He grabs Davison by the hair and throws him off the ladder, toppling it as well. With a resounding crash the ladder falls on Davison.] Tim: Chris Davison may have just been crushed by that ladder! [Cross steps through the ropes and climbs to the top rope. He leaps off, driving his elbow into the ladder, which in turn drives into Davison's midsection and ribcage. He screams out in pain as Cross jumps back to his feet and grabs hold of the ladder. He stomps Davison in the ribcage again, and unceremoniously kicks him into the corner before setting up the ladder again.] Tim: Cross has the advantage now.. he might have just broken a few of Davison's ribs with that tremendous elbowdrop! Jeff: Come on, get him Chris! Get him! [Cross finishes setting up the ladder as Davison slowly gets to his feet, using the turnbuckle and ropes for leverage. Cross turns around as Davison catches him with a superkick, sending him into the ropes. With Cross entangled in the ropes Davison begins to slowly climb the ladder. He nears the midway point as Cross gets himself free and starts to climb up himself, reaching Davison just as he starts to reach for the barbwire-wrapped Singapore cane. Davison turns to face him and throws a right hand. Cross blocks and returns with one of his own, nearly causing Davison to loose his balance. Davison flails around, trying to regain his balance, and grabs part of Cross' mask. He regains himself and starts to pull the mask up, uncovering the bottom of Cross's face, just above his lower lip. Cross yells out and jumps OFF the ladder, landing and rolling to his side. He quickly pulls the mask down again, with none of his real face being shown. Meanwhile Davison now climbs to the top of the ladder and grabs the Singapore cane. He brandishes it as he too jumps off.] Tim: Davison's got it! He's got the Singapore cane! Jeff: Oh hell yeah! [Davison drops the Singapore cane, and slides out of the ring, and comes back in with two metal folding chairs. He opens each near the turnbuckles, placing them together as if to form a small metal platform. The backs of each chair are facing away from each other. He drags Cross to the corner and then ascends the turnbuckles, pushing Cross back for the move. The crowd buzzes, looking for Davison's typical sunset-flip piledriver.] Tim: This could kill him! Davison, don't do it! [Davison leaps and catches Cross' head between his legs, but his momentum is for naught; Cross caught him in a Kryptonite Krunch position. Turning, Cross grabs both of Davison's legs off of his head, and using all the power he can muster, snaps Davison down in a high-angle spinebuster that BREAKS both of the chairs!] Jeff: HOLY GODDAMN FUCKING SHIT! Tim: He broke those chairs! [Cross drops down and covers Davison...] ONE.... ....TWO... [Davison quickly grabs Cross' leg, rolling over and into a modified small package!] ONE.... ....TWO.... THREE!! Tim: DAVISON WINS! Davison wins! Jeff: He reversed the pin and got him! WOOT! [Davison breaks the package and jumps to his feet, thrusting both hands in the air. Cross looks dumbstruck at first and angrily rolls out of the ring.] Tim: What a match! Chris Davison wins after a hard-fought time against Cross! I'm sure this fight isn't over.. not by a long shot. Jeff: That bastard, Cross, won't forget this. Tim: I know he won't. But regardless, your winner is Chris Davison! [A shot of one of the back hallways in the arena is shown where Phoenix is walking, clutching something small in his hand. Phoenix walks down the hall to a vending machine and opens up his hand revealing his hidden object to be a dollar. He forces it into the machine and presses a button as a bottle of water falls out. He takes the bottle and walks back toward the Inner Circle's locker room. He opens the door and walks inside taking a seat in a recliner. Phoenix takes a sip of the water as he watches Jon Storm ready himself for his match. Phoenix thinks to himself before speaking.] Phoenix: Hey Jon, can I ask you for a favor? Storm: Sure, what do you need Darrin? Phoenix: I know how much you want to get your hands on Tempest and all, but could you not interfere in my match and all tonight? Storm: You sure? Phoenix: Yeah I am. I told her before I was in this for me and not for you. I told her I would fight her for my own good and to show her what I could do and I want to honor that. I don't want to her to keep her thinking I'm hiding behind you or just taking your orders. If I win this on my own, then her and I will both understand that I deserve the win. But if I lose later tonight, I want it to be my own doing. If she bring reinforcements with her, so be it. I told her I didn't need any help doing anything and I want to show her that I was serious. If she wants a straight, clean, one on one match, I want to be the one to give it to her. And more importantly, tonight I want to step out of all the shadows that I've been stuck in for the last few months. Storm: If that's what you think is best, I'll stay back here. Phoenix: Thank you. [Phoenix takes another sip of water while Storm continues getting ready.] [The scene cuts to an open area backstage. Collins is dipping a mop in dirty water, and moving all around Bisc's body which is on the cold floor. He yells and spits when Trey comes out of nowhere and throws powdered soap all over Collins. Bisc trips Trey, and uses a sander to sand Trey's shirt. We cut back to ringside.] Tim: Okay... this is getting weird. Jeff: It's classic! Tim: This is it folks. Phoenix and Tempest. THE World Championship match! Your main event! Jeff: I'm all tense and stuff. ["Close the Door" by Prong hits the speakers and a chorus of boos begins in the arena. After a few seconds, Phoenix bursts through the curtains wearing his torn black corduroy shorts and his black “Zero” t-shirt with the sleeves torn off. He slowly walks to the front of the stage and stands there for a second as the fans begin to boo even louder. As Phoenix hears this, he raises his right hand in the air and then begins to slowly walk down to the ring. He climbs onto the scaffold in the ring, which is enclosed on three sides, and awaits the Champion.] Tim: Phoenix, the man who alongside Bisc Limpkit and Shawn Collins destroyed the old Michael Trey. Jeff: The greatest Hardcore Champion that ever lived! Tim: The man who admires Tempest, his enemy. Jeff: The man who will walk out of Fade to Black, THE HWF World Champion! Tim: Riii~iight. [The low electronic hum that begins the Lo-Fideltiy All-Stars' "Battle Flag" wafts over the arena as the lights go out, but for a few blue strobes, flickering over the crowd in time. As the heavier beat kicks in, the blue spot light scans the entrance, and up the HWF-tron to find Tempest walking across the top of it like a tight rope. She grins and leaps, sliding down the side rails and ounces of the bottom rail into a backward triple axel, and lands on her feet, already walking to the ring. She smiles and holds up her arms to the ooos and aahs of the crowd and breaks into a jog. She trots up the steps and doesn't stop as she scuttles up to the top turnbuckle and waves to the crowd, with her World Title in her other hand. She jumps down to the scaffold, and awaits the set up.]
 Tim: They are now closing the scaffold up on all three sides, and are going to raise it. 10 foot wood surrounds the sides of the scaffold, and once it is fully raised, another peice of wood will cover the top of it and be lit on fire. The action will be shown from the Extream Screen (which was replaced after Havoc BLEW it up today), and the winner is the last one standing in the scaffold. The loser falls roughly 50 feet to the mat below. Jeff: This... I like! [The scaffold is completely closed, and the ceiling wood has been lit on fire as the bell rings. Phoenix immediately charges at her and hits a spear. He grabs her hair and slams her head down on the scaffold a few times before letting go. He picks her up and throws her head first into one of the walls. He smiles, and walks over to her slowly. However, she quickly dropkicks him in the knees, dropping him to them. Then she safely grabs his head in a front chancery and flips forward, in a modified neck-breaker maneuver. Phoenix jumps forward, holding his head as Tempest lays on the scaffold watching the fire do slow work on the wood ceiling of the box.] Tim: Folks, be certain that this wood is extremely thick, and coated with some sort of semi-flame-retardant substance. That's one of the reasons the wood is keeping up so well, and not smoking up too much. There are also tubes inserted in the ceiling to keep the circulation of air going, and to draw back the smoke created by the fire. Jeff: Wow. The HWF has a team of scientists? Tim: No. Just some really sick people with really twisted ideas. Jeff: Does that stuff work for certain? I mean, doesn't oxygen help the fire?? Tim: Why do you think it's still going? Jeff: Oh... oh yeah. Tim: I've got a semi-retarded partner. Jeff: Grrr... [Phoenix and Tempest both get up, and begin to go back and forth with jabs. Lefts and rights and lefts and rights. Back and forth many times, until Phoenix grabs one of Tempest's hands, and twists her arm. Tempest flips back to reverse the twisting. Phoenix twists it again, and Tempest follows suit. Phoenix twists it one last time, and before Tempest could flip, Phoenix knocks her back to the wood with a strong clothesline. Tempest holds the back of her head as she cringes, splinters sticking to her body. Phoenix kicks her downed body, and ducks slightly as one of the flames went out of control.] Tim: Whoa! Jeff: Don't worry, it was just for an instant. [Tempest wraps her legs around one of Phoenix's legs and drops him to the ground, grabbing his leg and locking in an ankle lock submission. Phoenix begins to yell and crigne as he pushes himself up. Tempest jumps and smashes his knee down on the wood. Nix grabs his left leg, and pushes himself against a wall. Tempest tries to dropkick Nix in the face, but he rolls out of the way, and she kicks the wall, slightly weakening it. As Tempest falls to the ground, Phoenix gets up, and runs for a baseball slide to her face. Phoenix goes directly to the wall that she dropkicked, and begins to kick it.] Tim: What the hell?! Jeff: He's obviously trying to break open that wall. Tim: Asshole. [Phoenix walks to the other side of the scaffold, and he waits. Tempest begins to get up, holding her head.] Tim: He may have given her a concussion with that baseball slide. Jeff: Excuses, excuses. [Phoenix runs at her, and spears her into the wall! He then pulls her away by her hand, and turn her around. He WHIPS her into the wall again, snapping the wood. A beam of light shines into the dark box. Tempest lies on the floor, on her stomach. Phoenix steps back and watches as the fire begins to grow due to the now-uncontrolled atmosphere.] Tim: That's more oxygen. And since this fire has already been growing, this will just add to it. Jeff: GREAT! AND DID YOU SEE HIM BREAK TEMPEST'S BACK? Tim: Uhh..yeah.. [The fire begins to catch onto the walls of the box, and Phoenix smiles. He lifts Tempest, but she slides under his legs. She leapfrogs over Phoenix, and mule kicks him into one of the stable walls. He hits hard and races towards her. She dodges his clothesline, grabs his head in a chancery, and climbs one of the burning walls. Her boots light on fire. From the wall, she flips around and keeps Phoenix's head locked - this time in a reverse chancery, and she jumps off the wall, bicycle kicking him with her firey boots. She lets his head go, and he falls to the wood holding his chest and rolling around. Tempest kicks her boots against an untouched wall, and waves her feet around to try and get rid of the fire which is burning through her boots.] ["HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!"] Tim: TEMPEST IS ON FIRE! Jeff: PHOENIX IS BURNT! [Phoenix jumps back to his feet, and Tempest runs at him. Tempest tries to kick him, but he grabs her leg. She tries for an enziguri, but Nix ducks that as well. Finally, she just pushes her boot agaisnt his chest, and he throws her down, as he grabs his chest.] Jeff: Damn those fiery boots of doom! [Tempest makes sure to hop, so that the ground doesnt burn due to her boots. She finally kicks the open wall even wider, and waves her boots out there. The fire dies out, and she sits relieved. From behind, Phoenix has dropkicked her head into the breaking wall. She falls back directly as the impact had no effect on the wall. Phoenix grabs her hair and lifts her up.] Tim: What's going to happen here?! Jeff: Wait a tick. Look at the entrance way! [Out from the entranceway, to a huge pop come Shawn Collins, Duane "Bisc Limpkit" Jackson, and Michael Trey all brawling! STILL!] Tim: WHAT THE HELL? Jeff: Yeah. Observant am I. Mmmm...Yes! [Shawn, Bisc and Trey all brawl down to ringside. They get in the ring, below the scaffold up above, and begin to brawl.] Tim: We have two "matches" going on at once? Jeff: I guess so. Alright, you take the brawl, I'll cover the Main Event! Tim: ... [Back on the scaffold, Nix has picked up Tempest and suplexed her into the falling wall. She slides on the wood beneath her, yelling and holding her back. Phoenix runs, jumps onto one of the walls with both of his feet, and jumps back into a falling elbow drop onto Tempest's throat. Tempest begins to cough, and Phoenix looks up. Smoke has begun to fill the box they're in. Both Phoenix and Tempest begin to cough as their bodies slowly cover themeselves in sut. Phoenix picks Tempest up again, and grabs her arm.] Tim: IS Phoenix going to throw her through that wall?? Jeff: That's the idea. [Meanwhile, Collins, Bisc and Trey have made their way through the crowd, and are brawling... going upwards.] Tim: And where are THEY going? Jeff: I don't know. I think this is getting out of control!! Tim: Say what?! YOU?? Jeff: Umm.. nevermind. [In the box, Phoenix tosses Tempest into the broken and burning wall, and it breaks. Tempest falls.] Tim: WHAT THE HELL? ["H-W-F! H-W-F! H-W-F!"] [Tempest hangs off the edge of the scaffold, screaming as her hands burn from the heat. Phoenix looks down and sees her, hurting. He looks around, but is caught off guard as Tempest backflips and wraps her legs around his head. In a modified hand-stand rana, she throws him forward and he falls falls falls...] ["TEMP-EST! TEMP-EST! TEMP-EST! TEMP-EST!"] Jeff: NO! Tim: YES! TEMPEST WINS IT! TEMPEST WINS IT! [...and lands on his back, and palms in the ring. "Battle Flag" plays over the speakers, as Tempest just falls in the now extinguished and SAFE box. It's lowered to about 30 feet over the ring, and Tempest is given a ladder. She slowly climbs down as the fans cheer her on. Once she gets to the bottom, she collapses on the ground with her World Title draped over her. Phoenix is passed out in the ring. Chris Davison runs out from the back, and grabs and holds Tempest. Jon Storm also comes out, and checks on Phoenix in the ring.] Tim: She's pulled it off again folks! Jeff: Yeah, you're happy. Too bad I'm sitting here in a puddle of my own pain. Tim: Who do you think you are? Shawn Collins? Jeff: Uhh.. speaking of which. Tim: They're on the rafters?! Jeff: Oh no. Tim: Thank God the ring crew is raising the scaffold once again. I hope those three jump onto it, so they don't fall to the ground. [Frederick Trey, Joshua Trey, Claire Trey, Espionage, Silky Palms and Rei Sierra watch the three from the front row of the arena. Bisc, Trey and Collins see the rising scaffold, and all take the oppertunity to jump down onto it. Bisc kicks Trey's thigh, and Collins hits a bulldog on Bisc from behind. Trey immediately put Collins in an inverted chancery and drops him to the wooden floor.] Jeff: Why isn't the ring crew lowering the scaffold? Tim: Because they can't lower it if they're moving inside. Jeff: Aaaaaaaahhh... [Trey picks up a still burning 2x4. He waves it at both Collins and Bisc. Collins grabs Bisc's hand and throws him into Trey who drops the wood, and gives Bisc a spine-buster. Collins takes the initiative and dropkicks Trey. Bisc gets up slowly, and pulls Collins down to the floor by pulling his hair.] Tim: We have an impromptu match here folks! Jeff: Excellent... GO BISC YOU BUM HUMPING HOMOSAPIAN! Tim: Ugh... [Suddenly, one of the cables holding the scaffold up snaps. The wooden floor lights on fire from the 2x4 that lay there. Bisc falls towards the ring, but holds on to the edge of the scaffold.] Tim: OH DEAR JESUS! Jeff: Was that supposed to happen? [Collins and Trey look at each other as they hold on to the other wall, in order not to fall. Trey and Collins reach their hands out to Bisc, as his hands scratch at the wood while holding the edge of the scaffold for his life.] Tim: ...good god... Jeff: Tim, was that cable supposed to snap? [Davison and Storm look up at the three, while Nix and Tempest are still recouperating. All their friends in the front row look up at them, and stand up. Trey grabs Collins' leg as he dives to try and grab Bisc's hand, but Bisc's hands let go before Collins can reach him.] Tim: Jeff. Jeff: Yeah? Tim: Call the EMTs. Jeff: What?! [Bisc falls 30 feet, and lands awkwardly on the side of his head.] Tim: Call them NOW! Jeff: OH FUCK! [Tim and Jeff both get up from their desk. They drop their headsets, and rush towards the ring, JUST as another cable snaps on the scaffold above. Bisc shakes in the middle of the ring, on his back. EMTs begin to rush out of the back. Silky Palms and Espionage jump out from the front row and rush into the ring as Bisc shakes continuously. Phoenix's eyes open and widen as he and Storm both jump over Bisc to check up on him.] [The scaffold teeters in the other direction with another cable destroyed. Shawn reaches his arm out to Trey, but Trey immediately falls over the wall he was holding on to, and Shawn goes flying in the direction of the ring.] [Shawn Collins falls chest first on to the ring ropes, and bounces back slamming his head hard against the mat near Bisc. Rei Sierra jumps out of the crowd, and rushes to Shawn's side as more EMTs come out of the entranceway.] [Michael Trey falls 35 feet from the area he was holding onto.... on to the concrete floor below, on his side. He lays there, not moving as more EMTs rush out of the entranceway and Frederick, Claire and Joshua Trey rush out from the crowd to his side. Trey's eyes are closed, and he doesn't move. Brandon Louden rushes out from the entranceway with more EMTs, Kyle Solomon and Inferna. They are followed by Cross, Fuller, Wildcat, Rickey, Spike and Chris Thrilla. Inferna goes over to SIlky Palms near Collins and Bisc, as does Kyle Solomon. Chaz Manson, Lance Sterling and Johnny Drake come out running with James Nobles and Tony Bradshaw. The ring and ramp are full of EMTs, wrestlers and bodies.] [Chris Davison jumps as Tempest awakens in his arms. She looks in front of her and sees Trey, blood rushing from his mouth, still... silent... and she screams. Claire is in tears over her husband, and Trey's father Frederick is holding his sons head in his arms. Joshua Trey, also known as Blake Frost and Brandon Louden are yelling at one of the EMTs in tears. Chris holds Tempest close as tears begin to rush down her own cheeks.] [In the ring, Bisc continues to shake with his eyes wide open. The EMTs are trying to hold him down, and Kyle Solomon and Espionage are helping them. Inferna's eyes fill with tears, and Steve Sharp (Silky Palms) holds her close. The EMTs put Bisc in a stretcher while Phoenix is yelling at him, saying "It'll be okay man! It'll be okay." Once Biscis strapped into the stretcher, he just stops moving. One of the EMTs check his pulse, and they put him down to give him CPR.] [Next to Shawn Collins is Rei Sierra, holding his head in her arms... crying as well. However, Shawn's mouth moves... and he begins to cough violently. Spike and Thrilla help him up, and the Wrecking Crew members help them put him on a stretcher. Lance Sterling, Chaz Manson, and Johnny Drake continue to talk to the EMTs. Tony Bradshaw and James Nobles are talking to the cameraman. The audience is in complete silence. Jeff and Tim speak with Chaz, Johnny and Lance. A cover is put over the stretchers of Duane Jackson and Michael Trey, and Shawn Collins begins yelling between his coughing. Yelling Trey and Duane's names. Claire is screaming at the EMTs on the floor. Rei runs over to...] [STATIC................................OFF THE AIR.]
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