[The sounds of "Stupify" by Disturbed rock the Nassau Coliseum, which is filled from wall to wall with OFF THE WALL HWF fans! Fading inside the arena, we find Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson inside the ring. The chants of "HWF!" all but deafen the commentators in the middle of the rabid fans. Flames burst from the ring posts, lighting up the ring. After they go down, a huge 'BANG!' shakes the arena, as under the HWF-Tron, a cloud of smoke rises into the air. The music fades away as the fans continue.]

Tim: WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE HWF'S... INDECENT EXPOSURE 2000!!!!

[Huge cheer]

Tim: WE'RE COMING TO YOU LIVE FROM UNIONDALE, NEW YORK!!!

[Huge pop for the mention of the town]

Tim: I'm Tim Miller and...

[The fans cheer as Jeff raises his microphone up to his mouth.]

Jeff: ...and I am the SOLE reason you watch the HWF, the ONLY Hardcore Commentator, Jeff "Here we are in the Nassau Coliseum, where all I gotta say is "let me see 'em," the ladies will lift up their shirt to show me their prize, just as my dick begins to rise..."

[Big pop for Jeff]

Jeff: ...ROBINSON!!

[Tim shakes his head as the commentators leave the ring to sit at the table when 'Clubbed to Death' hits the speakers, and the fans get on their feet for the Commissioner of the HWF, 'Mr. Showtime' Shawn Collins. He slaps the hands of many of his fans as he makes his way down to ringside. He is wearing a white business suit with a red shirt underneath, white dress shoes, red socks, and a tie that is sporting the Canadian maple leaf in red and white.]

Tim: Well, I guess the Commissioner is going to speak...

[He takes off his transparent red sunglasses, folds them, and tucks them into the pocket of his white blazer. He then steps into the ring, smiles, and looks on to the entranceway. He then puts up his arm. His music stops. Then he motions something towards him from the backstage.]

Jeff: What's he motioning for?

[The Canadian National Anthem, 'O Canada', can be heard. Then it becomes louder as a marching band dressed in red and white comes down the aisle from the backstage. Two Mounties lead the band, holding Canadian Flags, and two more hold up the rear with Canadian Flags as well. Shawn Collins stands at attention until the song is complete. Then the members of the band, and the Mounties position themselves around the ring facing Shawn inside the ring. The crowd seems to enjoy this little parade as Indecent Exposure: 2000 starts off. As Shawn speaks, his pace continues to rise.]

Shawn: Tonight, the HWF proudly brings to the Nassau Coliseum such soon-to-be classic matches as The Hardcore Title-Last Man Standing match between Blake Frost and Triple V... As well as The Bermuda Triangle match between 'The Icon' J. Simon Rykopathe, Blackjack and 'Vicious' Vic Williams... and we can't forget the World Title/KoV Title No DQ/Ladder Match between John Justice and Michael Trey, can we?

[Another pop from the crowd is heard. And now, Shawn slows his speech down to a more serious pace.]

Shawn: Now, the reason I mentioned those three matches is because what I am about to say will affect the winners of all three of those bouts. As of the end of tonight, the Hardcore Title and the King Of Violence Title will merge to form a single Hardcore Title. Therefore, the two men who hold the Hardcore and the KoV Title by the end of tonight, will fight each other on Saturday Suicide to prove who really is the most Hardcore wrestler in the Federation! And the number one contender will get his shot at another card.

Tim: What an announcement! The King of Violence title and Hardcore title will MERGE at Suicide!

Shawn: All of you must be wondering 'What is going to happen to the KoV title'?

Jeff: I know I am.

Shawn: Well... the KoV title will be replaced by another title. It will be replaced by a title that I consider close to home; a title that I will watch over closely: The Canadian Championship. Now, I will update you regularly on what will happen regarding this new Canadian title. The HWF will probably hold a tournament to decide the Champion of Canada. But, let me give you all a warning. This title and the man whose waist it will be around will represent my home country. I will instill Canadian rules on each match within the Tournament.

Jeff: Canadian Title? Canadian Rules? Oh, boy...

Shawn: So, as of next week... a tournament for the Canadian Heavyweight Title will begin. And I will be there, to implant Canadian rules into each match! Thank you for your time, ladies and gentlemen. Now... let's get on with this memorable event: INDECENT EXPOSURE 2000!

[With that said, the marching band once again plays the Canadian Nation Anthem - Oh Canada! And they walk off into the backstage area, followed by the Canadian Commissioner Collins. Collins is smiling and fixing his suit as he walks. He takes one of the Canadian flags from one of the Mounties, and waves it over his head as he disappears into the back.]

Tim: Well, Commissioner Collins has announced the merging of the KoV and Hardcore titles and the formation of a new Canadian title! He is really starting to stir things up here, within the HWF!

Jeff: He sure has!

Tim: Fans, we're so glad you could join us this evening for our return to pay-per-view. We will waste no time in getting to the action, so let's get to our first match!

["Relentless" Rob Blackwell vs. The Criminal]
[No DQ Match]

Tim: A match that has been building between two men who...

Jeff: Say it.

Tim: OK, they aren't that good.

Jeff: You're wrong.

Tim [sighing]: PLEASE Jeff, tell me how I'm wrong.

Jeff: First off, The Criminal has been constantly injured. He's one hardcore
sonofabitch and he's now making his return to the ring. Sure, his record
might not show it... but still...

Tim: And tell me, how am I wrong about Blackwell?

Jeff: First off, he's KILLED a man! Second, he's a new guy... cut him some
slack. Third... have you seen the moves this guy has?!

[The speakers go quiet, and all you hear is someone whisper: "You know why? Cuz I'm a CRIMINAL!" "Criminal" by Eminem blasts over the speakers as extremely loud fireworks blast near the entryway. Through all the smoke comes The Criminal walking very warily and slowly on his way to the ring, carrying a wooden bat at his side.]

Tim: This guy has been around for awhile, but you never know when he'll show up.

["Dead Cell" by Papa Roach hits the speakers. Electricity and sparks fly all around the arena, above the ring, as if there is a short circuit. This continues, starting slowly and building until the heavier guitar sets in, when "Relentless" Rob Blackwell is finally spotted hopping the barrier after coming straight through the crowd. Some of the people boo but most of the fans are cheering for Blackwell, who has the slightest smirk on his face as he blindsides Criminal.]

Tim: This guy always wants to start early, huh..

Jeff: Hey, every advantage counts.

["Good Girls, Bad Guys" by DMX hits the speakers unexpectedly. The ref separates Blackwell and Criminal as HWF VP Johnny Drake comes out with a microphone.]

Jeff: What is HE doing here?

Tim: His job, I'd guess.

JOHNNY DRAKE: I've got things to take care of, so I'm gonna make this REAL simple. Blackwell, Chaz Manson and I have been reviewing your finisher, "Sudden Death"... you know, that T-Bone Suplex into a Kryptonite Krunch, the one that KILLED a guy about a year ago? We've decided that you cannot use that move. There is a ban now in place on that particular move and should you decide to use it tonight, you will be FIRED.

[The crowd is in shock, a bit... the HWF?! Banning something?!]

JOHNNY DRAKE: You heard me right. That's all.

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

[Drake exits as Criminal attacks Blackwell again.]

Jeff: This is just a good old BRAWL.

Tim: Well, it's been building a bit now.

[The two men both start throwing punches. Blackwell finally gets Criminal up against the ropes and knocks him to the outside with a huge clothesline. Criminal jumps up and pulls Blackwell to the outside as well. Criminal slams Rob's face into the steps HARD, the thud ringing throughout the arena.]

Tim: Vicious.

Jeff: Of course.

[Criminal grabs his bat and cracks it across Blackwell's back. It splinters a bit, but doesn't break. Criminal swings again, this time across Blackwell's head and the bat breaks in half. Blackwell shakes it off though and grabs ahold of Criminal, hitting him with the "Control Killer" (Quick Kneeling Spine Bomb). Blackwell reaches under the ring and comes out with a 2x4. He begins choking Criminal with it. He then picks up The Criminal and pushes him up the aisle. Criminal stumbles forwards and turns, receiving the 2x4 square across the skull!]

Tim: Talk about hardcore...

[Blackwell drags Criminal up the stage to the entryway, when...]

["The World Is Not Enough" hits the speakers. The crowd is in UTTER confusion upon hearing Michael Trey's old music. The music slowly builds as Tim: What is Trey here for?!

Jeff: And... why the old music?

[Trey lifts the bat to swing at Blackwell, who has Criminal in position for a powerbomb... and smiles! Trey swings instead at The Criminal, the barbwire sticking to Criminal's shirt! Trey and Blackwell begin a group beat down on The Criminal, and finally they stand him up. Blackwell grabs a hold of Criminal and hits him with the "Sudden Death" (T-Bone Suplex into a Kryptonite Krunch) right on the entryway and VERY, VERY STIFF. Criminal's body goes limp as Blackwell covers. Both Trey and the ref make the count.]

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

Announcer: Your winner... Relentless Rob Blackwell!

[Trey congratulates Blackwell as he gets up, but Blackwell doesn't even pay attention to it. He's a bit in shock, realizing he just performed the outlawed move without thinking about it. "Good Girls, Bad Guys" by DMX hits the speakers again as Johnny Drake pops up on the HWF-Tron from backstage.]

JOHNNY DRAKE: You're fired Blackwell for violation of contract and federation policy. That's all.

[Drake disappears on the HWF-Tron as Blackwell begins, oddly... chuckling.]

Tim: Blackwell has just been fired... and he's laughing!

[The Criminal has still not moved and medics begin coming out. Blackwell's face suddenly gets deadly serious as he stares at Trey. He turns on his heel and goes back to Criminal, pushing medics out of the way. He locks "Relentless Reconstruction" (Elevated Texas Cloverleaf) onto Criminal, who is still unable to move other than neck down. Criminal screams in pain but can't fight back. Trey and the medics try pulling Blackwell off, and he finally does, throwing Criminal to the ground. Blackwell stomps off to the back with a smirk and Trey follows him. The medics strap Criminal onto a headboard and carry him out on a stretcher.]

[-BACKSTAGE-]

[The Cameras cut to the back and you then see The HWF Crew walking around, drinking their Coffee and other things. But back in the distance you can see a Man and a Woman laying against a Wall. The Man is smoking a Cigarette and the Woman is just whispering in The Man's Ear. The Camera cuts in closer and you can see The Man wearing a "Riddle Box" Insane Clown Posse T-shirt. Black Cargo Pants, Black Lugz shoes with Purple Stripes. A small Black Toque and underneath is his Dark Purple Hair and purple Goatee. This Man has a Tattoo of a Skull with red Spider Legs, Green Bat Wings and a Black Magicians hat On his Lower right arm. Black Cut off Gloves and a Black Choke Necklace with Black and Purple Beads. While the Woman is wearing black leather pants. Tucked in Black Sleeveless T-shirt with her name in Chinese on the front. Black Boots and a black Choke Necklace. All of a sudden a HWF Crew Member spots the Man and speaks to him.]

HWF Crew Member: Hey! Why are you here? This is no place for punk kids. I'm gonna ask you to leave.

Man: Why? I didn't do shit. I'm just sitting here minding my own fucking business. Besides I work for this Fucking Company!

HWF Crew Member: You! A Punk from the Streets working for us? That's a bunch of crap, look at you. You're fat, you got purple hair and you fucking smoke Cigarettes!

Man: And your point is? HWF Crew Member: That's it! I don't need to hear that kind of shit from you. Security!

[All of a sudden a Few Security Guards come up to the man and then speak to him.]

Guard: Listen here kid. Nobody that's not part of the HWF must be back here, you must leave.

Man: Are you stupid? Haven't you checked the HWF Site. My name is on the Roster.

Guard: I don't need to hear bullshit like this. Your outta here!

Man: Fine! You want me and my Girl to leave fine. We'll make you happy.

[The Man then takes one final puff of his Cigarette and flicks it away. The Man and his Girl are escorted to his car which is a 2000 Dark Purple Mustang. The Man and women get into the Car. The Man sees the Camera and speaks.]

Man: HWF, you will all "Fear The Reaper"!

[The Man then turns on the Car and drives off leaving a huge Skid mark in the Driveway. The Cameras cut back to ringside.]

[Blake Frost vs. "Violent" Vinny Vile]
[Hardcore Title - Last Man Standing Match]

[The bells for "Hells Bells" go off followed by light neon blue smoke. Frost comes out the entranceway as the lights of the stadium go blue and Frost walks confidently down to ringside. He walks up the stairs and takes a look around the stadium when he reaches the top of the stairs. He has a disgusted look on his face and he spits into the audience. He then walks to his corner and bows his head, while crossing his hands in front of himself. His opponent then comes down to the ring and Frost is not deterred from his trance.]

Tim: The Hardcore champ hasn't defended that belt in a LONG time...

Jeff: Yeah, I'd say there's a bit of ring rust in his corner tonight.

[The lights go out. A gong is heard throughout the arena, which instantly goes into "Creeping Death" by Metallica. The crowd goes wild as red and blue pyro shoots out of the entranceway. When the song gets to the main part, an explosion is set off at the entranceway and the lights come back on. "Violent" Vinny Vile comes out of the back with his red shades on and walks to the ring, looking around at fans on the way and slapping hands. When he gets to the ring, he slides in and gets on the second rope and puts his hands out as the crowd cheers.]

Tim: Vinny Vile is coming off a tough loss on Wednesday at the hands of John Justice. The two men fought in a very tough "C4 Explosives Match."

Jeff: He can't be one hundred percent for this fight, then...

Tim: The rules of this match are simple. When the wrestlers are pinned, they are then given 10 seconds to get to their feet or the match is over.

Jeff: Here we go!

[The men begin to circle around the ring, staring one another down. They come together in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up, battling for position. Vinny Vile uses his size advantage to get the upper hand and twist Blake's arm in an arm ringer. Blake rolls forward, taking the wrenching off of his arm. He flips back to his feet and sweeps Vile's feet from under him, driving him to the ground with a modified STO. On the mat, Blake holds the arm of Vinny in a wakigatame arm bar, wrenching back.]

Tim: Blake Frost uses a more technical side of wrestling while Vinny Vile relies on a more hardcore style, so it's a definite contrast of styles.

[The fans begin to stomp, just wanting the match to speed up. Vinny seems to get power from the fans, moving to his knees. Blake lets the hold go, then turns and kicks Vinny square in the ribs! Blake brings Vinny to his feet and scoops him up like for a sidewalk slam, then drops him across his knee with a rough back breaker.]

Jeff: Blake is going after that injured back of Vinny Vile.

[Frost holds Vinny on his knee, stretching him in an awkward manner.]

Tim: Blake Frost is stretching Vinny like a balloon!

Jeff: He's putting more stretch in Vinny's back than I do to a condom!

Tim: God...

[Frost rolls Vile off onto the mat and stands, beginning to stomp away on his lower back. Vinny manages to roll away and out to the apron. He stands on the apron and ducks a right hand from Blake Frost, catching him in a full nelson. He lifts Blake up until he's sitting on the top rope. Vinny then slides the hold around into more of a Uranage type hold, and drives Frost shoulder/back first into the cement floor!!!]

Jeff: Oh!!

Tim: What a move but Vinny Vile! Blake is seeing stars!

[Vinny dives off the apron with an elbow drop straight to the sternum of Blake! The two moves combined look to have knocked the wind from the lungs of Frost. Vinny gets back to his feet and walks around the ring as Blake rolls over, trying to breathe. Vinny picks up a chair near the railing and folds it shut and walks back towards Frost. Frost is on his knees as Vinny gets near him. Blake Frost turns and puts his hands up but doesn't cushion the blow much as he is NAILED with the steel chair. Blake falls back to the floor as Vinny slides the chair in the ring.]

Tim: What a shot! Vinny isn't giving Blake any room to get some offense back.

[Vinny grabs Blake by the hair and rolls him back into the ring. Vinny then grabs the ring curtain and tosses it up. He grabs ahold of a table and pulls it out. He picks the table up and slides it into the ring, rolling himself.]

Jeff: Here come the tables!

[The fans cheer for the table as Vinny begins to set the table up. He sets it up near the corner and turns to Frost, who is waiting with a SUPERKICK!!! Vinny collapses to the mat as Blake picks up the chair. He doesn't even wait for Vile to get up, beginning to waylay him with chair shots while he is on the mat. Blake finally stops then unfolds the chair, setting it up near the center of the ring. Blake pulls Vinny to his feet and whips him to the ropes, but Vinny reverses. Vinny then uses a drop toe hold on Frost, sending him face first into the chair!! The chair is mangled as Blake holds his head.]

Jeff: Good God!!

[Vinny pulls Blake up his hair and rolls him onto the table. Vinny scoops up the chair and folds it as far as it will go due to it being bent. Vile goes through the ropes and to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top. He begins to stand up as a commotion in the crowd breaks out. Somebody leaps over the rail and onto the apron, grabs Vinny, causing him to crotch himself on the top turnbuckle! The man then looks towards the camera. It's... It's...]

Tim: GAVIN COENS?!?!

Jeff: An HWF legend has returned!!!

Tim: I can't believe it! What does he want in this match?

[The fans realize who it is and chant "WEL-COME-BACK!" Gavin enters the ring and rolls Blake Frost off the table.]

Tim: Is he here to help Blake Frost?!

[Gavin goes towards Vinny who dropped the chair to the mat. Gavin climbs to the second rope and leaps into the air, wrapping his legs around the head of Vinny, hitting a top rope hurricanrana through the table!! The fans seem a bit unpleased and confused.]

Jeff: Hurricanrana through the table!!

[Gavin then picks up the chair as Blake Frost is getting to his feet. Blake turns and 'SMACK!' He is LEVELED by the chair shot. Gavin falls on top of him and hooks his leg, and a confused ref drops to the mat.]

[One... ...two... ...three!!!]

Tim: WHAT?!

[Gavin stands up and gets his arm raises by the referee, then rips off his plain black shirt to reveal another black shirt that reads, "HARDCORE SUCKS." He rips the Hardcore belt away from the hands of the referee to the boos of the Uniondale crowd. "Heavy" by Collective Soul ushers him out of the ring.]

Announcer: Here is your winner and NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION... GAVIN... COENS!!!

Jeff: Champion?! What the hell?

Tim: Gavin is the new hardcore champ!

Jeff: Okay... I guess we're just making up rules now.

Tim: I've just heard that we've got an update on the Blackwell and Criminal
situation from Tony Bradshaw backstage.. Tony?

[Cut to Tony, standing backstage in the parking lot.]

Tony: Thanks Tim. The Criminal was taken out via ambulance to a nearby hospital. Upon further examination, he's re-injured his neck in the same area where it was hurt when Justin Storm ran over both Michael Trey and The Criminal. While Trey had the worst injury from that early mishap, Criminal also had been hurt and now has been PARALYZED from the neck down after that "Sudden Death" suplex from Blackwell. Blackwell has essentially been given his walking papers and has already cleared out his locker, and is trying to get a flight out of here now. The connection between Blackwell and Trey is still unknown at this time, but we'll try to find out more in the next week.

[Cuts back to the booth.]

Jeff: Holy shit...

Tim: Criminal was PARALYZED?!

Jeff: Man, I told you... Blackwell is dangerous.

[Jeff looks over at Tim with a scared look on his face.]

Tim: That's right. It's time for Nick Diamante to take on "The Psychotic Clown".

[Jeff pounds the announce table and then turns away from Tim. Jeff talks to himself for a good fifteen second before turning back around like nothing happened.]

Tim: You gonna be alright Jeff?

Jeff: Yeah, don't worry about it...

Tim: Alright man, I'm trusting you not to go freaking out on me. We don't need a repeat of what happened on Radioactive Wednesday.

[The lights dim as a large spotlight shines at the top of the rampway. Suddenly "Circus" by (hed) pe fades in over the P.A. system as the crowd rises to their feet. After a few seconds "The Psychotic Clown" jumps out from behind the curtains as the fans deliver a monstrous pop. Pyros are going off left and right as the clown throws his hands into the air at the top of the rampway. Rizzo walks down to the ring with Fwank in one hand. He leaps onto the apron, and grabs the top rope. He pulls back before launching himself over the ropes in a somersault. He then makes his way to a corner and sets Fwank down. Rizzo climbs to the top rope and throws his hands into the air as the fans cheer once again. The clown then shows off by doing a back flip off the top rope and landing on his feet.]

Tim: Oh man! I love this guy!

Jeff: You would! Always taking the sides of the freaks. Trey, Frost, Espionage, Rizzo...

Tim: Jeff, let's not turn fear into anger.

Jeff: I'm not in fear of Rizzo, I just don't like him! We've been over this before!

[As "I Got One For Ya" starts up, "The Diamond Stud" emerges from the back. He stops at the top of the entrance way and look through the crowd. "The Diamond Stud" high fives the fans with ringside seats. He works the crowd and continues. He walks down the isle, as he flexes for the crowd, and walks up the steps and onto the turnbuckle. He steps down, onto the mat, and walks to the center. He flexes as fireworks go off and the music fades out.]

Tim: The Diamond Stud looks ready for this one. Who's your pick Jeff?

Jeff: Well, I hate The X-tremists but Rizzo is unbearable.

Tim: Because of your fe-

Jeff: TIM!!

[Tim starts laughing as you see Rizzo and Nick Diamante walk towards the center of the ring at each other. The ref is standing in the middle of them with a cordless microphone. He briefly goes over the rules with them and calls for the bell.]

Tim: And we're off.

[Almost instantly, Nick Diamante reaches forward and hooks Rizzo in a headlock. Diamante lands a few swift punches but gets backed up to the ropes. Rizzo pushes him off to the other side. Diamante bounces off the ropes, comes back, and ducks a Rizzo leapfrog. From there, Diamante bounces off the opposite ropes and Rizzo drops to the ground; hoping for Diamante to hop over him. Instead, though, Diamante stops in place and plants a stiff elbow drop right to Rizzo's back.]

Jeff: Oh! There ya go, Diamante! Smart thinking.

Tim: Whatever.

[Rizzo clutches his back in pain as Diamante lifts him to his feet. Diamante plants a few kicks and then backs Rizzo up to the turnbuckles. He chops him a few times, which gets the "WHOO" from the crowd. He, then, Irish whips Rizzo to the opposite corner and Rizzo flies into it hard. Rizzo staggers back out and Nick Diamante catches him with a spinning spinebuster.]

Tim: What a spinebuster by The Diamond Stud!!

[Nick pops right up to his feet and grabs one of Rizzo's legs. He steps over it, grabs his other leg, and applies a figure-4. The ref gets up in Rizzo's face with a microphone, asking for a submission.]

Jeff: There's our first and, hopefully, last submission of the night. Diamante has this leglock on tight.

[Diamante leans backwards to try and apply more pressure. The ref gets' up in Rizzo's face again.]

Ref: Say it, say it!

Rizzo: W-What are you talking about.

Ref: It's an "I Quit" match, Rizzo.

Rizzo: Oh yeah! I mean, oh no! I don't wanna quit!

[Rizzo reaches out and somehow grabs the nearest rope. The ref runs over to Diamante and forces him to break the figure-4. Rizzo pulls himself to his feet as Nick Diamante gets up and walks over towards him, and the corner.]

Tim: Not good ring positioning by Nick Diamante. That's a crucial part of this matchup.

[Diamante walks in towards Rizzo attempting a double axe handle. Rizzo plants him with a kick, though, and then scoop slams him. Rizzo turns Diamante so that he's perpendicular to the corner, and then turns away from him. Rizzo grabs the top rope, leaps up, and hits a beautiful split-legged moonsault on Diamante.]

Tim: There's Showz Over!!

[Rizzo sits up on his knees and raises his hands in the air. He somersaults backwards on to his feet, turns around robot-like, and hops up onto the opposite top turnbuckle. Diamante stumbles up to his feet and looks over at Rizzo. The Clown points at Diamante and flies off the top rope, hitting an X-Factor on his way down.]

Tim: And there's the Karnival Ryde! I love this guy!!

Jeff: Why does he name all of his moves?

Tim: Because he can.

[Rizzo gets to his feet and starts parading around the ring. The fans cheer for him as he positions himself behind Diamante. Nick sits up a little and Rizzo instantly hooks on a rear chancery, or, a Dragon Sleeper. The ref pulls out his mic and gets in Diamante's face. Rizzo starts wrenching in as the ref asks the question.]

Ref: D-Do you-

[The ref stops and then tries to find an opening to Diamante's mouth, which is buried deep in Rizzo's armpit. The camera tries to get a better look, but all you can see is Rizzo's baggy sleeve draped over Diamante's face. Rizzo starts wrenching in more and more, but the ref tries to explain to him that it has to be the words "I Quit". Rizzo releases the hold and starts yelling at the ref. The ref gets up in Rizzo's face and starts going over the rules again. Rizzo points down to the ref's chest. The ref looks down and Rizzo shoots his hand up, hitting the ref in the nose.]

Tim: Oh!

[You can hear Tim laughing with the crowd as the ref starts yelling even more at Rizzo. Meanwhile, Diamante has gotten up and is standing behind Rizzo. The Clown turns around and Diamante plants him to the canvas with a quick kick followed by a DDT. Rizzo clutches his head ad Nick taunts for the fans, who give him a huge cheer as well. Diamante walks over to Rizzo and picks him up. He locks on a suplex position. He tries to lift up Rizzo but Rizzo blocks it. He tries again but Rizzo blocks it again. Rizzo, now, lifts Diamante into vertical suplex and drops him down to the mat with a high-angle Diamond Cutter. The crowd gasps in unison.]

Jeff: What was that?

Tim: And now Nick Diamante's a star, in The DopeShow!!

Jeff: Is that just another one of his signature moves?

Tim: Hey, this clown can wrestle!

[Rizzo flips Diamante over and puts him in the middle of the ring. He walks over to the far turnbuckle and scales up backwards. After a quick taunt, Rizzo dives off the top rope, attempting a moonsault. Diamante rolls out of the way and Rizzo goes crashing into the mat face-first. Diamante is quick to his feet, and he immediately picks up Rizzo. He locks on a standing head scissors and then plants Rizzo with a pulling piledriver. He signals to the fans.]

Tim: Could it be time for the Diamond Driver?

Jeff: Well, what kind of stupid plan is that? If he knocks the guy out, he can't pin him or make him submit.

[Sure enough, Diamante picks up Rizzo and brings him to the corner. He grabs him in suplex and then crotches him on the top turnbuckle. He gets up to the second turnbuckle and applies a modified standing head scissors. He hooks Rizzo's waist and lifts him up upside-down. From there, Diamante leaps off the second turnbuckle and hits a HUGE piledriver. The fans pop big time for this.]

Tim: THERE IT IS!! DIAMOND DRIVER!! DIAMOND DRIVER!!

Jeff: Settle down Tim! And you say I have problems...

[Diamante rolls over the top of Rizzo as if for a pin, but the ref quickly informs him of the rule change. Diamante pounds the mat a few times but then stands up. Diamante, then, steps over the top of Rizzo and applies a Camel Clutch. The ref tries to ask Rizzo if he quits, but Rizzo doesn't answer.]

Jeff: This could be it! Rizzo looks completely out of it...

Tim: You dumbass, he's wearing a mask!

Jeff: I, uh, knew that...

[The ref keeps asking Rizzo but he is completely silent. Diamante starts to yell something at the referee. The ref looks around as if he doesn't know what to do. He raises his hand, as if to call for a bell. He asks Rizzo a few more times, but still no answer. Diamante keeps yelling but, just then, there's some commotion up at the entrance way. Suddenly, a man standing about 6'3" walks out with a gorgeous looking girl on his arm. He looks quite cocky as he's walking to the ring, ever so often pushing his arms down in a "lowering the roof" fashion.]

Jeff: Who the hell is this?

Tim: I don't know, but the ref doesn't see him.

[The man gets right up to the ring, and is in reaching distance of the ref. Diamante keeps yelling at the referee and the ref is about to signal for the bell, but the mystery man reaches under the bottom rope and trips the ref. Instantly, the ref falls flat on his face and gets knocked out. The man lets go of his girl and slides into the ring, where Diamante stands up and charges at him. The man ducks a clothesline and kicks Diamante in the stomach. From there, the man applies a half nelson. With his free arm, he reaches in-between Diamante's legs and grabs hold of his arm. The man looks behind him and then throws over Diamante in a suplex onto his neck.]

Tim: WHAT WAS THAT?

Jeff: That was great! that was like a Cobra Clutch Pumphandle Suplex!!

[The man kicks up and then looks at Rizzo. The man walks over and picks up the clown. He says something to him, and slaps him a few times. From there, the man forces Rizzo onto the apron and locks on a rear chancery from inside the ring. He uses a little spring from the bottom rope and flips over Rizzo and the ropes, landing butt-first on the outside and planting Rizzo's jaw with a Stunner.]

Tim: Hey, I know that move!

[The man gets up and starts holding his tailbone, almost laughing about it. He rolls Rizzo into the ring again and starts walking away. The girl wakes up the ref, as both competitors lay motionless in the center of the ring.]

Jeff: Is that who I think it is?

Tim: Yes, it has to be. That's Taj Pearce!!

[The ref crawls over to the two men, as Taj stays on the outside awaiting the match-end. The ref looks at both downed competitors and then over towards Taj; who apparently is trying to get the crowd going by pounding the mat. The crowd, however, is booing the hell out of him. The ref reaches down and grabs for his mic as Diamante starts to pull himself to his feet. Diamante quickly picks up Rizzo, and applies a standing head scissors. He, then, somehow manages to powerbomb Rizzo right in the center of the ring. Diamante falls back to the far ropes. He looks up and sees Taj.]

Tim: Uh-oh, I would suggest that Taj Pearce should leave ringside.

Jeff: Shut-up Tim, what do you know?

[The man starts running towards Taj but gets caught by a drop toe hold from Rizzo. The Clown instantly rolls up to his feet and locks on an Ankle Lock submission. The crowd pops as the ref slides into position and puts the mic in Diamante's face.]

Tim: He's got him in Twiztid!! He's gonna snap his ankle in half!

Jeff: Alright! no more X-Tremists!

[Taj starts walking back towards the entrance way with the mystery girl on his arm. Rizzo wrenches the ankle lock in even tighter as he watches Taj walk away. The ref is now pleading with Diamante.]

Ref: Say it! Say it Nick!

Diamante: NO!!

Ref: What do you say, what do you say? C'mon Nick...

[Rizzo know has full control over the move as Nick starts to scream in agony.]

Tim: He's gonna break that leg.

Jeff: He's gotta give it up, no man can take this!

[The ref starts asking Diamante again.]

Ref: C'mon, say it Nick. SAY IT!!

[The ref puts the mic near Diamante's face, you hear Nick mumble something under his breath.]

Nick. I........quit....

Jeff: Did he just-

[The ref calls for the bell as Rizzo releases the hold and "Circus" by (hed) pe kicks in over the speakers. Rizzo stands up and the ref quickly raises his hand and then goes back to check on Diamante. Rizzo stares up at the entrance way, where Taj is standing; laughing. Taj walks backwards through the curtain and disappears. Rizzo hops out of the ring and follows him.]

Jeff: Wow! Taj Pearce is in the HWF!! I still can't believe it!

Tim: Let's not let that over-shadow this great match though. That's one for the ages.

[The ref helps Diamante out of the ring and Diamante walks to the back. the fans give him a huge cheer as he disappears through the curtains and the music fades out.]

Jeff: And this should be a good one. Espionage has beaten The Wildbirds in the past but the 'Birds keep on getting better!

Tim: You said it.

["Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor hits the speakers and the fans look towards the entrance way. After about 10 seconds The Great Snowbird and Distorted Penguin both walk out together trying to jack up the crowd. Penguin runs to the ring and Snowbird is kinda just walking casually. Then Penguin gets on one of the top turnbuckles and lets the crowd cheer and Snowbird goes over the tope rope and puts both of his hands his the air quickly and then puts them down slowly. the music fades out.]

Tim: The Wildbirds want this win bad. They've been so close in the past.

Jeff: Yeah, but they've barely been here for a month. They're lucky to be in this match.

[Lights cut off. The arena is left in about 5 seconds of pitch black silence. Creepily over the speakers the chorus from Slipknot's song Scissors plays; - "Biding my time, until the time is right". This is repeated and displayed in dark crimson font on the HWF-Tron while a scratched b-grade horror film intro effect accompanies it as well as the 5 number countdown , until the last bit changes to "Biding my time.....IT'S TIME!!" Immediately after the last Scream it merges with Max Cavelera's (Soulfly's singer) opening scream and the song kicks straight into the heavy start of Eye for an Eye. Along with that two pyro fire balls rocket out of the entrance to the back of the arena as the arena is also filled with a red mist. The entrance stage is spotlighted in red as Espionage walk out and pause at the crowd. Along with the pause flickering red pyro go off around them to represent bullets fired at their feet. Both members of Espionage pull out a mic and the music quickly fades out. The crowd cheers as Howitzer addresses the crowd.]

Howitzer: What up Uniondale!?

[Crowd sends out a huge cheer and a faint "Nuthun" can be heard over the top of the cheers.]

Shrapnel: Ready for some Kentucky Fried Wild Bird tonight? Ready for some Feather Pluckin'?

[Crowd lets out another HELL YEAH! chant as Espionage smirk up on the stage.]

Howitzer: Well it's good to know what side you guys are on, but I still must ask. Any Wild Birds fans out there?

[Crowd remains practically silent, with some fat dude in the crowd yelling "Wild Birds!!!!"]

Howitzer: Now people, what do you have to say to this guy?

[Crowd boo the poor fat man, and boo the Wild Birds too.]

Shrapnel: Anyway, we're here in Uniondale, New York. USA. With an opportunity to win the tag-titles back. Justine Storm quit the HWF, thus droppin' the tag-titles to his bro Corporate Nightmare. Some where in the mix, that drop off was lost and instead the Wild Birds were promoted to takin' Espionage on in this main event worthy matchup. But it doesn't matter because...

[Espionage start walking down the rampway while Shrapnel speaks.]

Shrapnel:.....in approximately 10 minutes all you great fans out there in Uniondale get to have some Colonol's special herbs and spices on some KFWB!!

[Espionage quickly slide in to get rushed by the furious Wild Birds.]

Tim: Looks like it's underway.

Jeff: Ein f'n stein, I'm glad to work with such genius.

[The big Great Snowbird stomps away on Shrapnel, while Distorted Penguin goes to work on Howitzer. After stomping Shrapnel to the outside Snowbird, picks him up and presses Shrapnel across the barricade. On the inside, however, Penguin's useless barrage sends a smile down Howitzers face.]

Tim: Howitzer looks happy to get beat up by Penguin.

[Howitzer cracks his own neck as Penguin gets a look of fear across his face. Penguin attempts to run, but is cut short as Howitzer grabs the back of his tights, while Penguin runs on the spot (ala in the cartoons). Again Howitzer smiles, but yanks Penguin in closer. He puts an arm on his shoulder and....gives Penguin and ATOMIC WEDGIE, bringing his tights all the way over his head.]

Crowd, Tim, and surprisingly Jeff: **laughs**

[Howitzer gives the crowd a thumbs up, while still clutching onto the "Compacted Penguin". His smile then stops as with one arm picks the Penguin up and slams him face down to the ground in a reverse Wedgie-fied Line Up.]

Jeff: Howitzer hit the Line Up there, reverse Chokeslam. With one ARM!!

Tim: That shows the big mans immeasurable power.

Jeff: Didn't show it against Death the other night!

[Penguin rolls over onto his back, while on the outside Shrapnel and Snowbird haven't seemed to get anyway. Continuous back and forth blows stagger both men back. On the inside again, Howitzer smiles. He grabs both the legs of Penguin and starts the oldest move in Wrestling History. The Giant Swing! Around and around goes Penguin, his face going blue with the g-forces built up with the spinning' pressure. Howitzer looks dizzy too, eventually letting go; sending Penguin sliding across the ring and too the outside near the battling Snowbird and Shrapnel.]

Tim: Whoa!

Jeff: What the hell is going on here?

Tim: That was the Giant Swing, Jeff. You remember that from your childhood, don't you?

[The ref forces Shrapnel and Snowbird to their places on the apron as Howitzer stumbles over to the ropes and grabs Penguin by the hair. He pulls Penguin into the ring, and then backs him up to the ropes. The ref slides into the ring, and Howitzer lays in a few overhand chops. He grabs Penguin and Irish whips him to the other side. Penguin comes off the ropes and Howitzer lifts him up in a press slam. From there, Howitzer turns Penguin, drops him onto his shoulder, and slams him to the ground with incredible force.]

Tim: Grenade Launcher!!

Jeff: The Wildbirds don't look in good shape right now.

[Howitzer falls on top of Penguin and the ref slides into position.]

Tim: Pin!

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

Jeff: That was pretty close for so early in this matchup.

[Howitzer walks over and tags in Shrapnel. Howitzer, then, picks up Penguin and whips him over to Shrapnel. Shrapnel catches his arm and applies a full nelson. He turns towards Howitzer and lifts up Penguin. Howitzer grabs Penguin's legs like a powerbomb and both men force Distorted Penguin down to the mat with a stiff double powerbomb out of the full nelson.]

Jeff: MY GOD!!

Tim: The Wildbirds need to get in control here.

[Shrapnel lifts Penguin to his feet as Howitzer is forced out of the ring by the ref. Shrapnel gives Penguin a few quick punches and then hooks him in suplex position. He lifts up Penguin, but Penguin floats over and locks on a rear waistlock. Shrapnel reverses it and goes for a German suplex. Penguin, however, backflips onto his feet. Shrapnel turns around but Penguin kicks him in the gut and locks on a suplex. He lifts Shrapnel in a suplex and then turns it right into a sitdown belly to belly piledriver. He goes for the pin.]

Tim: There's a modified Squaredriver!

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

Jeff: Dammit! C'mon Penguin, beat their asses!!

Tim: Settle down Jeff.

[Penguin starts crawling over towards his corner, and eventually tags in Snowbird. Snowbird rushes into the ring and helps Penguin to his feet. Both 'Birds back Shrapnel to the ropes and then double whip him to the other side. Shrapnel comes off the ropes and Great Snowbird catches him in a side slam. Penguin runs off the side ropes and jumps up in the air, coming down with a legdrop on Shrapnel to go along with the side slam.]

Tim: Whoa, again!

Jeff: Tag Team clinic being put on here by these two teams.

[Penguin slides out of the ring and gets onto the apron as Snowbird gets Shrapnel to his feet and slams him with a scoop slam. He picks up Shrapnel and locks on an inverted facelock. Shrapnel snap mares Snowbird over and then kicks the back of Snowbird's head. The Great Snowbird clutches his head momentarily, but then pops up to his feet and starts punching Shrapnel. Shrapnel, who looks shocked, pauses for a second but then starts firing back.]

Tim: And now we have ourselves a good old fashioned street fight!

Jeff: About time...

[The two continue fighting as Distorted Penguin grabs a chair from ringside and runs over towards Howitzer, who is still on the apron. Penguin runs up towards him, holding the chair, but Howitzer puts his foot up and kicks the chair right in his face. Penguin flops down on the outside just as Snowbird runs over to Howitzer and clotheslines him off of the apron as well. Shrapnel, now, runs at Snowbird and dropkicks him. Snowbird tumbles through the ropes.]

Tim: THIS IS HAVOC!

[Shrapnel hops to the outside and starts digging under the apron. The fans pop big time as he pulls out a table and sets it up in the middle of all the fighting. Howitzer and Penguin continue fighting as Shrapnel positions the table parallel with the ring. He yells something over at Howitzer, who looks over and then low blows Penguin. From there, Howitzer rolls Penguin into the ring and slides in himself. Shrapnel gets up on the apron and says something to Howitzer. Howitzer smiles as Snowbird steps up onto the apron with Shrapnel. Howitzer goes back to work on Penguin as Shrapnel begins to plants some swift kicks to Snowbird's gut.]

Jeff: I wonder what's going to happen to the table on the outside there?

[Howitzer and Penguin continue their battle on the inside, while Snowbird and Shrapnel fight precariously on the apron near the table. Penguin gets a cheap shot to Howitzer and attempts a whip to the ropes, Howitzer reverses, on the way back Penguin makes like Michael Jordan and takes to the skies with a huge cross body on Howitzer. You see Howitzer slide back a bit, but he's caught himself a Penguin.]

Tim: Great strength shown yet again by Howitzer, as he just caught Penguin in mid air. Looks like he's going to go for a fall away slam now.

[Howitzer doesn't. Instead he swings Penguin down into a bearhug, and spins 180 degrees himself. He, then, hoists Penguin up higher and sends him OVER the ropes and through the table with a modified Metal Militia (Faarooq Spinebuster).]

Tim: OH SHIT!!

Jeff: CARNAGE!! I like!!

[On the apron, the battling Snowbird and Shrapnel has turned into a slight domination. Shrapnel hooks a side Cobra Clutch on Snowbird, then looks to his left and down to the broken up Penguin and the table. Shrapnel then runs with Snowbird along the apron before he takes off the edge, bulldogging Snowbird with the cobra clutch. The fans pop big time as the ref is yelling at all four men.]

Jeff: More carnage, YEAH!! He just hit a modified Pulverizer off the apron, THROUGH the table remains.

Tim: Oh, but I think Shrapnel misjudged that one and has landed Snowbird across the sharp edge of the table remains. Look, Snowbird is clutching his throat.

[Snowbird is now rolling around the ground clutching his throat in pain, as Shrapnel gets up and tells Howitzer to come there. Penguin, who is somehow on his feet, grabs a chair and sets it on the table remains. As Espionage is talking amongst themselves, Penguin moves Snowbird away from the table and open chair. Distorted Penguin, then, grabs a bottle of water from the announce table.]

Jeff: Hey!

[Distorted Penguin looks down at Jeff.]

Jeff: That's my water!

Tim: Jeff, let the man...err...Bird have it.

[Jeff gets a pissed off look on his face as Penguin turns around and hits the ducking Howitzer with the water bottle right in the head. Shrapnel quickly turns around but Penguin drop toe holds him on the chair. Shrapnel starts rolling around in pain as Snowbird slides into the ring and starts stomping Howitzer. Penguin reaches under the apron and pulls out a couple of chairs. He sets u another one by the dented open chair and throws the other on inside of the ring]

Tim: What are The Wildbirds doing here?

Jeff: They're getting HARDCORE!!

[Penguin grabs Shrapnel and sets him up on top of the two chairs, like he's a table or something.]

Jeff: What is Distorted Penguin doing?

Tim: I don't know but Shrapnel is not a table. He's gonna kill him!

[Inside the ring, Snowbird has placed the closed chair in the center of the ring. He picks up Howitzer and applies a full nelson. Penguin hops up onto the apron and then onto the top rope. He points over at Snowbird and then leaps off, turning 180 degrees and hitting a senton bomb on the suspended Shrapnel. Both men and both chairs crumble and the fans start up an "H-W-F' chant.]

Tim: HOLY SHIT!!

Jeff: That's as sadistic as it can get!!

[Snowbird, who still has Howitzer in a full nelson, lifts him up into the air. In midair, Snowbird switches in over to a chokeslam right on top of the chair. He collapses onto Howitzer and the ref slides into position.]

Tim: BIRD DROPPINGS!! IT'S OVER!!

Jeff: YES, YES!!

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

Jeff: No, NO!!

[Snowbird looks shocked as Penguin and Shrapnel both slide into the ring. The Wildbirds get up and start beating their respective members of Espionage. All four men are now on their feet, fighting back and forth. Both Snowbird and Penguin ducks down and low blow Shrapnel and Howitzer. They, then, back up and bounce off the ropes. They go for clotheslines but both Shrapnel and Howitzer catch their arms and swing them around into pumphandle position.]

Tim: Uh-oh...

[Both members of Espionage hook Snowbird and Penguin's arms. They both yell out "FORGOTTEN" and then lift up The Wildbirds into a powerslam. In stereo, they switch it over and drop the Wildbirds down with Emerald Fusions. The crowd pops HUGE!]

Tim: Double 7th Siren of the Apocalypse!!

Jeff: No, not Espionage! Not again!!

[Both members of Espionage rolls over onto the top of The Wildbirds. The ref drops to his knees and starts making the counts with two hands as the crowd counts with him.]

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

Tim: It's OVER!!

[The bell sounds as a ring attendant brings the tag belts to the ring. The ref runs over and grabs the belts. He hands them to Espionage just as they get to their feet. "Eye for an Eye" hits as Espionage raises their hands and belts in the ring. The fans give them a huge pop as they walk around the ring with the belts.]

Jeff: They almost had them...

Tim: I know Jeff, I guess it just wasn't their day.

Jeff: But they were SO close.

Tim: I know, The Wildbirds put on a great show.

[Espionage starts to make their way to the back as the Oldsmobile that Landry has been showing in his promos gets brought out from the side of the stage. The Wildbirds start to get up and walk away as a forklift picks up the car. The lights in the arena go out and the HWF-Tron fades to white. All eyes are on the screen.]

Tim: What could this be?

[Suddenly, the screen goes to black and you see this a promo for John Jupiter.]

[The car is now in the center of the rampway. "Slow" by Professional Murder Music erupts onto the speakers, immediately followed by a huge explosion at the entranceway and the lights dimming. Out from the back, "The Master" Chris Landry walks out, and stands at the top of the ramp. He looks over at the car and then disappears to the back again. He comes back out with a HUGE container of gas. He starts to pour some on, but then slides the container about 15 feet away from the car.]

[HWF staff suddenly come out from the back, bringing all sorts of wedding decorations and such to the ring. Others setup up decorations are being setup at the entranceway. After about 10 minutes of preparations, a woman comes out to look over all that's been done and does a few small corrections. She smiles as if she's done looking everything and is happy with the way things look. As she goes back, the song "Let's Get Married" by Jagged Edge is played softly but loud enough to be heard throughout the arena. Along the entranceway is a red carpet with white lace along the guardrails, on the ring ropes is similar white lace, wrapped in between the ropes and around them. The ring mat's been replaced with a red carpet with an altar and The Bible on it. Just then, a priest comes out from the back and walks somewhat slowly to the ring and gets behind the altar when he gets there. Then the men of the wedding come out with the women of the wedding, two at a time, keeping a slow/normal pace to the ring. Then John comes out with Tasha's mom (JJ doesn't have parents) as they get into the ring. John gets in front of his friends in the ring and stands near the altar. By now, "Let's Get Married" as faded off and the traditional wedding music is heard. After a few seconds, Tasha pops out from the entranceway with her father on her side. Her wedding dress is a bright white that has a shiny, glossy look to it. Her Vail covers her face but you can see her smiling big and teary eyed through it. Her father is smiling, but looking kind of nervous as he doesn't know everyone in the crowd. As they walk down, the crowd stands for the sign of respect. As the two get down to the ring, you can see a special section for Tasha and John's family and friends. Tasha and her dad get in the ring as John and Tasha smile and say a little something to each other. The crowd sits back down as the priest starts the ceremony.]

Priest: "Thank you all for joining us on this very special occasion. We're glad you all can see the marriage of John Daren Justice and Tasha Brandi Carter as they pledge their love to each other and made the life-long commitment.

John and Tasha have written their own vows so Tasha, take the ring and say your vows."

[Tasha gets a ring from her bridesmaid and takes John's hand and readies the ring finger while she states her vows.]

Tasha: "John, you know my past, everyone knows my past. But when regular men wouldn't bother, you stayed and loved me, supported me when I wasn't sure and was there to enjoy me when I was sure. I can't begin to tell you how much I love you, it's something that's just overcome me and I can't begin to tell you how much I love you. From the moment I saw you, I knew there was something different about you. I guess it was destined to happen, us getting married, so I will do all I can to keep our love strong and our relationship. John I love you, will you marry me?"

[Tasha asks with the finger close around all the way to John's ring finger.]

JJ: "Of course."

[The ring slides on as the two smile.]

Priest: "Now, John."

[John gets his ring from his best man, takes Tasha's hand, and readies it.]

JJ: "You know I love you, I knew it the first time I saw you and I've told you this many times. I'll do anything you want me to, love you anyway you want, and please you anyway you want. I'll do anythin' for ya. As long as I can be your husband, everything's fine with me. I've never had a family, and to be able to start one with you is the greatest thing that has or will ever happen to me in my life. So please tell me you'll take my hand in this commitment we're goin' in on together an' be my wife."

[Tasha looks at John and starts to cry as what he said moved her so much.]

Tasha: "Boy...yes I'll marry you...you know that..."

[JJ slides the ring as the priest speaks up again.]

Priest: "If there is anyone here that doesn't approve of this union, speak now or forever hold their peace."

[A few stupid fans that are drunk stand up and try to stop things, but nobody pays them attention except a few nearby fans that laugh.]

Priest: "Then by the power invested in me and the state of New York, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

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

[Michael Trey vs. John Justice]
[World Title: No DQ Rules - King of Violence Title: Ladder Match Rules]

Tim: And now... the match we've been waiting for. The main event to end all
main events. The match-up of HWF history. Possibly the most explosive pairing ever to grace a ring. Without a doubt...

Jeff: ... the worst match we'll ever see. LANCE! If you're in this arena, I command you to get your ass down here and unretire! This pay-per-view is just gonna SUCK unless Storm or Sterling shows up.

Tim: Jeff, I know you wish your soul mate, Lance Sterling, could be here...

Jeff: I hate you.

Tim: Whatever. This match is a DOUBLE TITLE match. The King of Violence title, which was won by Justice in the finals over Michael Trey, will be suspended above the ring in a ladder match, and the World Title will be up for grabs in regular No DQ rules.

Jeff: Good, great, grand, wonderful... but STERLING IS STILL THE CHAMP.

Tim: Shut it, Jeff.

Jeff: Well...

["Sleep Now In The Fire" by Rage Against The Machine begins to play over the PA, interrupting Jeff. The guitar starts alone as the lights go out. Then the drums kick in and red and silver lights flash all over the arena. You hear Michael Trey scream "SLEEP NOW IN THE FIRE!" and the entire band begins to play as the HWF-Tron explodes into flames! Michael comes out and stands in the middle of the entranceway and raises his arms to the crowd, yelling at them during the first verse. The chorus beats kick in again and pyro goes MICHAEL TREY: UNIONDALE, NEW YORK!

[Trey smiles as the crowd delivers the expected cheap pop for mentioning the hometown.]

MICHAEL TREY: I hope everyone here is ready to see one hell of a match, because this is marking a new era in HWF. The future is here to stay, and it looks to be a very awesome ride. I've bad-mouthed JJ in the distant past and even the not-so-distant past, but I've also been one of the very few people who give him the credit he deserves.

[Crowd cheers again as Trey nods his head and claps his hands.]

MICHAEL TREY: I'd also like to congratulate Justice on his marriage. I think that's a pretty cool thing to have in your life, and I wish them the best of luck.

[Cheers go up again as Trey jumps down from his perch on the turnbuckle and begins pacing the ring, inspecting the ladder which has been set up already.]

MICHAEL TREY: JJ, you should know by now that I hold no grudge and have no vendetta. The slate is clean and this is an opportunity to put on one of the HWF's best matches of all time. A match of respect and honor. But at the same time, JJ... you don't seem to want that. You're determined that you're going to hate me, come hell or high water. That's great, JJ. Whatever it takes to get you in the mood to fight your best, that's what it'll be. But I have no qualms whatsoever about kicking your ass if you start to become Sterling, The Sequel. Comprende?

["#1 Stunna" by the Big Tymers hits the speakers and the crowd gets to their feet. After about 5 seconds, John Justice walks out from the back with a water bottle and his bride, Tasha right behind him. JJ walks to the side and splashes some water on his head and walks down to the ring with Tasha at his side. As they get to the ring, JJ jumps to the apron and Tasha walks up the steps. She goes through the ropes that Justice is holding up for her to get in. When she does, JJ flips over the ropes and goes to a turnbuckle, pours water on his head and throws the bottle to the crowd. Tasha leaves the ring as JJ gets ready.]

Tim: This match is huge. HWF main eventing past meets HWF main eventing future...

Jeff: They both suck, Tim.

Tim: ...

Jeff: Well, they don't SUCK. They're no Lance Sterling though.

Tim: Can you shut up about your precious Lance Sterling for two seconds so we can call this match?!

[JJ and Trey circle each other for a few moments, and begin with the classic lock-up. Trey gets the advantage and grabs JJ in a headlock, cranking down. Trey nails JJ with a right hand while in the headlock and stands him up. Trey starts throwing punches, backing JJ up to the ropes. Michael backs up for a running clothesline, but JJ ducks and flips Trey to the outside floor.]

Jeff: Good... lord...

Tim: Impressed, Jeff?

Jeff: No, I'm trying to stay awake.

[JJ climbs to the turnbuckle and dives off in a frogsplash on Trey! Both men lay on the mats and struggle to get to their feet.]

Tim: That should wake you up... they about landed in our laps.

[JJ is the first to his feet. He grabs a chair from ringside as Trey gets to his feet, leaning against the turnbuckle pole. JJ turns and takes a wild swing, but Trey ducks and JJ nails the pole instead. The chair drops as Trey kicks JJ in the gut, doubling him over. Trey grabs Justice for the Flash of Pain (Double Arm DDT), but JJ breaks the hold on his arms and bearhugs Trey.]

Jeff: Oh my GOD... good thing Trey is only 6'2", 222, or JJ wouldn't even
THINK of lifting him.

Tim: Even with that in mind, this is still impressive given JJ's size...

[JJ backs up to the barrier and falls straight backwards, catching Trey's neck across the bars. Trey bounces off and stumbles around the ring, holding his throat. JJ follows Trey and grabs his arm to whip him into the steel ring steps, but Trey manages to reverse and slams JJ into the steel.]

Tim: Nice reversal by Trey there. Match has been pretty even so far, Jeff.... Jeff... JEFF?

Jeff: zzz.... wha?

Tim: ...jackass.

[Trey drops under the ring and looks for something and comes up with a hockey stick. He swings it at JJ's head, but JJ grabs the stick in midair. They fight for control momentarily, and then Trey kicks JJ in the gut. JJ doubles over and Trey breaks the stick over Justice's back!]

Tim: Holy SHIT that was loud!

Jeff: Vicious, very...

[Michael grabs JJ in a Rear Chancery and yells to the crowd, which responds with a loud pop. He quickly spins into a Neckbreaker! (a.k.a. Inverted Twist of Fate)]

Tim: There's one of those moves that the entire group of Forgotten Souls seem to use... they call that the "Soul Asylum".

Jeff: They might as well call it the "Suck-o-matic" for all I care.

[Trey picks JJ back up and begins looking underneath the ring for another object. JJ manages to regain his composure and he grabs Michael from under the ring. Justice winds up with a right hand, but Michael ducks as JJ spins around. Trey locks in a full nelson and lifts him up, dropping him into a sitdown butt drop (ala Buh Buh Dudley)! Trey picks him up and slides him into the ring next to the ladder, then gets on the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. Trey stands and calls for the Lights Out moonsault!]

Tim: The World Title match might be over right here!

[As Trey calls for it, JJ manages to knock the ladder over onto the ropes! The lights go out, but when they come back, Trey is hung up in the Tree of Woe position!]

Jeff: There we go... take it to him JJ!

Tim: I thought you didn't like JJ...

Jeff: I don't. I just hate Trey more.

[JJ dropkicks Trey in the gut, which manages to pry Michael loose from the ropes. Michael falls to the mat, and JJ kicks him to the outside. Justice turns his attention to the ladder, and sets it back up and begins to climb.]

Tim: Well, here comes one title right up.

[JJ gets a few steps, but Trey is back up on the outside and quickly slides in. He nails JJ with a few punches to the back to stop his progress. Trey reaches up and manages to grab JJ into the crucifix position and drops him with a crucifix powerbomb off the ladder! Michael slides to the outside and flips the ring apron up. He grabs a few tables from under the ring and slides two inside. He sets one up right next the edge of the ring, and then Michael slides back into the ring. He sets one up in the corner against the turnbuckle, and the second he sets up pretty close to the ladder.]

Jeff: We've...

Tim: ... got...

Jeff: ... WOOD!

[While Michael has been setting all these up, JJ has gotten back to his feet and is standing behind Michael as he sets up the last one. JJ calls for a chair and someone ringside hands him one. Trey turns around and JJ belts him with the chair! Trey flails backwards, and JJ hits him with another shot over the head! Trey falls back and up onto the table with is set nearly in the middle of the ring. JJ tosses the chair onto Michael's chest and JJ goes to climb the turnbuckle. He dives off in a Corkscrew Splash THROUGH the table, not to mention with the chair between the two men! Both men look hurt, but JJ removes the chair from between them and goes for the World Title pin right in the table's remains! The crowd chant HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, as the ref makes the count.]

[1... 2... KICKOUT!]

Jeff: Holy shit!

Tim: JJ just hit Trey with "The Big Tymer" splash through a table and Trey kicked out!

Jeff: Uh... not that I care anyways.

Tim: Oh give it up, Jeff.

[JJ gets to his feet, holding his ribs a bit. He clears away the table and folds up the ladder. He tosses it onto Trey, who is still laying in the ring. JJ climbs to the top again dives off in a huge leg drop. Trey grabs the ladder and throws it off of him, hitting JJ beneath his legs. The force of the ladder throws JJ off and he lands on his back, way short of Trey!]

Jeff: I gotta give it to him... nice counter by Trey.

[Trey gets to his feet and props the ladder in a corner. He grabs ahold of JJ and whips him into the ropes. JJ flies off the ropes and comes back with a running clothesline. Trey ducks and turns, kicking JJ in the gut and quickly nails the Flash of Pain Double Arm DDT!]

Tim: FLASH OF PAIN! FLASH OF PAIN!

Jeff: ... mark.

[Trey picks Justice up and turns towards the corner where he set a table leaning against earlier. Trey puts Justice into powerbomb position. He lifts him up quickly into a crucifix and tosses him halfway across the ring through the table in the corner!!]

Tim: FIERY END! FIERY END!

Jeff: ... bigger mark.

[Michael follows up with the pin.]

[1... 2... Th, NO, KICKOUT!!]

Tim: JUSTICE KICKED OUT!

Jeff: HOLY SHIT!

Tim: I know! It's AMAZING!

Jeff: NO! I said Holy Shit because you're YELLING TOO DAMN LOUD!

Tim: ...

[Trey rolls off of Justice and gets up in amazement. He drags JJ over to the side where the THIRD table was set up, outside right next to the ring. Trey kicks JJ out onto the table, and then pulls the ladder into the center, a little closer that side. Trey climbs to the very top and makes a throat slitting motion.]

Jeff: Oh... Trey don't do this...

Tim: Not the Lights Out FROM THERE...

[Trey screams "LIGHTS OUT!" and the crowd screams with him. The lights do cut out and you hear a huge CRUNCH of a table breaking. The lights come back n, and Trey lies in the rubble on the outside... and JJ is on the mat inside!]

Tim: JJ rolled in! JJ ROLLED IN!

Jeff: I KNOW! I KNOW!

Tim: Unbelievable...

[A chant of H-W-F, H-W-F, goes up as JJ is still pretty well out of it. Both men SLOWLY get to their feet. The crowd begins clapping loudly to get either man moving faster. They reach their feet, amazingly, at the same time. JJ begins to climb the ladder, very slowly. Michael grabs the ropes and climbs back in. He begins climbing on the other side. As JJ begins reaching for the King of Violence title, Trey nails him with a punch to the abdomen, doubling JJ over a bit. Michael climbs the last few steps and both men are within reach of the KoV title.]

Tim: Man, just neither man can win with a pin OR in the ladder match! This is soooo dead even, Jeff.

Jeff: Yup.

Tim: That's all you can say?! Yup?!

Jeff: Yup.

[JJ and Trey begin exchanging punches back and forth, each one rocking the other farther and farther back on the ladder. Trey gets a slight advantage and slams JJ's head against the ladder. Michael quickly reaches up high and gets a hand on the KoV title, pulling it down from the ring!]

Tim: Trey's got it!

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Announcer: Your first winner, and NEW King of Violence Champion... MICHAEL TREY!

Tim: Michael just wo...

[Before Tim can finish, JJ is back in control of himself on the ladder and sees that Trey has won the KoV title. JJ gets a look in his eye, and he grabs Michael by the hair, pulling both men to the very top rung. JJ grabs ahold of Trey and looks behind himself towards Jeff and Tim in the announce booth.]

Jeff: What the hell?

Tim: He's not gonna...

[JJ launches Michael in a MONSTER superplex from the top of the ladder, right at the announce table! Justice releases the superplex in mid-air, so Trey goes FLYING through the air and THROUGH the announce table, still holding the King of Violence title in his hand! He lays, sprawled in the rubble of monitors and chairs and splinters! Jeff and Tim both have had to dive over the barrier and into the crowd to seek shelter. They now call for microphones from the ringside attendants and continue their play by play over the PA system. They continue right in mid conversation...]

Jeff: ...OLY MOTHERFUCKIN' SHIT!!!

Tim: That was INSANE... we were almost caught in that, Jeff!

Jeff: This is nuts... these two need to be locked away or something.

[JJ, after dropping to the mat from the superplex, gets up and slides the ladder to the edge of the ring. He climbs up to the top and waves his arms to the crowd.]

Tim: Oh... my...

Jeff: GOD....

[JJ jumps off in a 450 SPLASH as the entire crowd gasps at the EXACT same time... JJ lands picture perfectly onto Trey and the debris of the announce table!]

Tim: IT'S OVER... IT HAS GOT TO BE OVER!

Jeff: How the FUCK did he do that?!

[JJ weakly waves the ref to the outside to make the count. Justice makes the cover...]

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

Announcer: The winner of the World Title match, and NEW HWF World
Champion... JOHN JUSTICE!!!

[The ref helps JJ to his feet and hands him the World Title, raising his hand in victory! JJ gets into the ring with his new wife, Tasha. JJ climbs each corner, holding the World Title high in the air. Meanwhile, medics come down to attend to Michael Trey while JJ continues celebrating. Trey finally gets to his feet and begins to walk to the back with his King of Violence belt in hand.]

Tim: John Justice has just won the World Title for the first time in his career... not to mention that Michael Trey has just become the first man in HWF history to have held ALL four titles at some point... this is definitely a night to remember. For Jeff Robinson, I'm Tim Miller... good f'n night!

[Michael gets halfway up the ramp and turns, looking back into the ring. He yells to JJ, and holds up his King of Violence title. The camera zooms in as Trey smiles, the sweat and blood running down his face. You see him mouth the words "This isn't over, Justice..." and then it cuts to JJ, smiling in the ring and holding up his World Title in celebration. He holds out his hand and motions for Trey to bring it on. They stare down as the PPV fades to black.]