[END OF FREE FOR ALL]

(The screen opens up inside the London Ice House as "King Nothing" by Metallica blasts the eardrums of the London natives into oblivion as pyrotechnics go off all over the place.)

Tim: Welcome to KING OF VIOLENCE!!!

Jeff: Violence PERSONIFIED!!!

("Take a Look Around" by Limp Bizkit blasts onto the speakers, and out comes "The Canadian Phat Boy" Trevor Smith. He's wearing a black T-shirt with a white Punisher skull wrapped in Barbwire on the front and on the back it says "I'm Phat and I'm Canadian, need I say more?". He's also wearing the same army pants from May Mayhem as well. Natalie comes out wearing red T-shirt and black baggy cargo pants as well. . Fitz is wearing a white T-shirt and on the front it says "Just Plain Fitz". He also has on black cut off Cords and has a tattoo on the side of his face ala Zell from FFVIII, but it's a dragon. They all begin to walk down the aisle while all of the fans are screaming and waving there Canadian Flags as well. They finally get to the ring and Trev gets a Mic.

Trevor Smith: HOWS IT GOING LONDON!!!!!!!???

(Fans begin to cheer wildly)

Trevor Smith: Well I must say that It's good having this PPV here in my Hometown of London, Ontario, Canada! Home Of Eric Lindros and the San Diego Chicken, anyway as you all may know, I must face John Justice in a Human Torch Match. Now Menace 2 Society I hope you like to play with fire cause that's what's gonna happen in our match tonight, cause I'll be more then happy to shove your ass right into the fire and watch your little Yankee ass wobble all over the place in Pain. But as I said before Little man, you might have beaten Goings pure easily but This time you must face and Canadian Phat Boy in his hometown of LONDON, ONTARIO!!

(Fans still cheer wildly and wave all of there flags.)

Trevor Smith: Boy do I love being Canadian, we got the best beer best Hockey team best Lacrosse team and London has the best University football team The Western Mustangs. But back to Justice, I know justice says that this match will be a cinch and other people like Justin Storm and Michael Trey say that I will get my ass kicked, well boys Looks can be deceiving and know what they always say? Don't judge a book by it's cover. So This goes out to Trey and Storm, you think that this Phat Boy will get my ass kicked by the Minim of the HWF? Better yet being burned to a crisp. Let me tell you this, you never know but soon I will become a major player here in the HWF and you will all see that I have talent inside the Wrestling ring and I can make my life on the edge, like lighting myself on fire and using a chair wrapped in Firecrackers, a first in our Sport besides Backyard Wrestling. So I will all convince you that I can beat Minim, just watch me now!

Trevor Smith: Now one more thing I like to address. I have decided that I will no longer be called Trevor Smith, Smith is not my real last name so I've decided that I am going with my real last name "The Canadian Phat Boy" Trevor Lasek! And another thing, I lied to you all Maureen was playing with me and her real name is Natalie, Natalie Stanson and if your wondering she looks exactly like Natalie Portman, don't you think London? Oh yeah I forgot Fitz here from Myrtle Beach South Carolina, will be my manager now.

(The fans give the London Native another cheer as they all go to the back and wait for there match.)

Tim: Well, folks, it is time for our first match of the actual King of Violence card.

Jeff: And what a better way than the first round of the King of Violence tournament!

Tim: John Justice and Trevor Lasek will meet in a "Human Torch" match to advance to the next round.

Jeff: You know, you always said we were innovators... now, we're copying WCW?!

Tim: Well, it's a long story. I've heard a view people saying a meeting was set up, but the names "Barbecue Grill" match and "Fried Chicken" match were thrown out, so we're stuck with this.

Jeff: Uh, ok...

("Hot Boys and Hot Girls" comes on the speakers. The crowd stands up waiting for the in ring return of John Justice and Tasha Carter. The crowd is cheering loudly as the two walk out from the entranceway with Justice holding a water bottle. Tasha strays from the aisle and walks to the left of the HWF-Tron.)

Jeff: Where's she going?

Tim: I have no idea...

(Tasha stops as she finds Tony Bradshaw sitting near the electronics area. Tasha begins to yell at Bradshaw, who is whimpering like a puppy.)

Tim: I think she's yelling at him for laughing at that HWF Radio commercial!

(Tasha rears back and slaps Tony across the face, knocking him back into his seat. In a rushed, pissed off walk, she goes back to Justice, who is laughing. The crowd is roaring as Tony Bradshaw looks extremely embarrassed in front of the London crowd. Justice starts the walking down as Tasha follows closely. They get in the ring as Justice goes to a turnbuckle, takes a drink, and throws his arms up to the cheers. Justice then gets a microphone.)

Justice: You see what happens to people up here that be talkin' bout Tasha. Ya get smacked da fuck up just like Trevor's bout to. After this, ya lookin' at the new King of Violence right chea.

(Justice tosses the mic to the floor, the fans begin to cheer as "Take a Look Around" by Limp Bizkit comes on to the speakers and out comes "The Canadian Phat Boy" Trevor Lasek. He's wearing the same attire from his Interview and Natalie and Fitz come out with him. During their walk you see Trevor raise his ChairCracker to the crowd and the crowd cheers again and wave their Canadian Flags. Trev finally gets into the ring and goes to his corner. Trev gives Natalie a kiss and she goes to the back as does Fitz so they don't get caught in the fire. Trev gets to his corner again and waits for Justice.)

Jeff: I think we're missing something here...

(A gutsy HWF crew member lights a match and holds it to the ropes, as the rope catches fire. Obviously treated beforehand, the flaming circles the ropes and soon all three ropes are on fire! The ring apron also catches fire, making four walls of fire.)

Jeff: Ahh, there we go.

(The bell sounds as John Justice and Trevor Lasek look at the fire, all most in a daze.)

Tim: Two young athletes are about to attempt to kill one another...

Jeff: Gee, Tim... Nice way to put it.

(Justice and Lasek come to the center of the ring, as the smaller Justice stares up, trash talking Lasek.)

Tim: Here's an interesting tidbit: John Justice is one hundred and six pounds lighter than Trevor Lasek!

(Justice nails a right hand that rocks Lasek back and follows it up with kick to the mid-section, doubling Trevor over. Justice grabs Trevor by the head and jumps backwards, nailing a X-Factor! Justice takes no time in getting Trevor to his feet and attempts a whip to the ropes, which is reversed by Trevor. Lasek whips Justice towards the flaming ropes, but Justice jumps onto the ropes and springboards back and hits a moonsault onto an unsuspecting Lasek! Justice then springs up the turnbuckle and springs off the top turnbuckle, turning in mid air and hits a guillotine leg drop on Trevor!)

Jeff: What high flying antics by John Justice!

(Justice slowly pulls Trevor up and just tries to power him into the ropes. Trevor stops him and grabs him under the arm and hip tosses him over the top rope!!! John Justice lands on his feet but falls backwards into the ring curtain on the outside. Trevor bends over for a second to get his composure back, before seeing Justice beginning to get up on the outside. Trevor then takes off, running towards the turnbuckle. Lasek climbs up to the turnbuckle as Justice turns to see him. Trevor dives off with a big splash as Justice has no chance to move. The two crash to the floor, as the crowd cheers for their hometown hero. )

Tim: Big Splash! John Justice was squashed like a gnat under Trevor's body!

Jeff: Trevor definitely has a lot of agility for a guy his size.

(Both men are lying on the cement, staring at the ceiling of the Ice House. Tasha looks concerned and begins to go towards Justice, but Trevor Lasek begins to get up. Tasha stops in her tracks, not wanting to be in Lasek's way. Lasek picks Justice up with ease with a scoop slam and rushes towards the ring post, slamming Justice kidney first into the pole!)

Jeff: Ouch.

(Trevor drops Justice on the floor and tosses up the ring curtain.)

Tim: What's he looking for?

(Trevor pulls out a red, plastic gasoline can to the roar of the crowd.)
Jeff: Oh, no...

Tim: This psycho has gasoline.... Somebody is going to get seriously hurt here.

(Trevor opens the valve on the can and starts to pour the gas on Justice!!! Justice quickly gets out of the direct stream and gets to his feet. He superkicks the can right into the face of Trevor, who falls to the floor. The can is emptying all over Trevor's body!!)

Jeff: Trevor Lasek is bathing himself in gasoline!!!

(John Justice picks up the gas can and makes sure it's all emptied onto Lasek, then tosses it down the aisle. Justice then takes his wifebeater -soaked in gas- off and tosses it to the ground. Justice then grabs Trevor by the head and pulls him up, following him into the ring, through the flames!!! Trevor goes up in flames as he rolls around on the mat.)

Jeff: Justice has won!!!

(Justice doesn't leave, instead carefully climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off, spinning in mid air, landing an incredible shooting star press!!! The impact smothers the flames on Trevor, and the bell rings. "Hot Boys and Hot Girls" hits the PA as John Justice raises his arms. Crew members rush to the ring and extinguish the flames with fire extinguishers, as Justice leaves the ring with Tasha.)

Tim: What a match...

Jeff: Wasn't much of a match, but good enough to make me happy!

Tim: You're sick....

Jeff: Thanks!

Tim: Ugh... well, I believe it's time for our next King of Violence tournament match.

Tim: Jeff, word has it that we have the Barbwire Match between Justin Storm and Violent Vinny Vile up next.

Jeff: And you think you're the brains of this operation...

[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 points to his shirt, which says: "Violent" Vinny Vile: The REAL Hardcore ICON.]

Tim: Violent Vinny Vile looks incredibly pumped to be out here tonight.

["Fuel" by Metallica begins to play. Justin Storm walks onto the ramp. He has a Singapore cane in hand. All of a sudden pyros go off in front and behind of him. The pyros stop as he walks down to the ring. He climbs up the stairs and enters the ring. "Fuel" goes off of the PA.]

Jeff: Tim, I don't think Storm is too happy about Vinny's shirt.

[Storm starts pushing Vile in the chest, getting up in his face. Vile stands firm, still as a rock. Storm continues to push, but Vile still takes it. The bell finally rings and as Storm goes to push again, Vile swiftly grabs his arm and flips Storm to the ground. Vile jumps on him, nailing multiple lefts and rights onto Storm.]

Jeff: Come on ref, that's a closed fist!

Tim: Hello, Jeff? This is HWF... no DQ. Remember?

Jeff: It's still not very ethical on Vile's part!

[Vile gets to his fee, pulling a stunned Storm with him. He grabs his arm, whipping Justin into the barbwire ropes. You can see Justin almost stick to the wire, before bouncing off. Vile drops to the ground with a drop toe hold on Justin's return, laying Justin's throat across the barbwire ropes. Justin lays across the top rope for a moment, and then rolls off holding his chest and throat.]

Tim: Holy shit, Jeff, Storm could have been decapitated right there!

Jeff: Eh... I've seen better.

[Vile gently gets out of the ring in a corner, avoiding the barbwire ropes. He flips the apron up from under the ring and gets out a table, then two tables! He slides one up into the ring, leaning on the ropes; he sets the other one up close to the turnbuckle.]

Jeff: What the hell is Vile doing? No one made this a TABLES match, did they?

Tim: Don't complain about a little extra violence. That's what the HWF is all about!

[Vile reaches underneath once again, pulling out a very small trash can. He slides back into the ring, but Storm is back to his feet. Vile raises the can above his head, but gets a kick to the gut. Storm grabs ahold of Vile's head and hits him with a few knees to the gut. After four, Vile manages to grab Storm's leg and take his footing out. Storm slams onto the mat, and Vile quickly grabs Storm's other leg. Vile sways for a moment, then slingshots Storm face first into the table leaning against the ropes! Storm hits hard, but the table doesn't break.]

Tim: We're using some high quality tables tonight, I see.

Jeff: We always break out the good stuff for the pay-per-views, come on man!

[Vile quickly goes to the table, setting it up in the middle of the ring. Storm has been walking around the ring, holding his face. He grabs ahold of the tiny trash can still sitting in the ring and cracks Vile across the skull with it. The sickening thud rings through the arena, and the trash can remains lodged on Vile's skull!]

Tim: Damn! Vile's skull has got to be crushed after that!

Jeff: Vile didn't even fall DOWN!

[Storm quickly sees an opportunity. He kicks Vile, bending him over. Storm backs up and jumps, grabbing Vile and nailing a tornado DDT, just missing the table!]

Tim: Ooh, a bit of miscalculation on Storm's part.

Jeff: But a devastating move nonetheless, Tim.

[Storm goes for the pin. 1... KICKOUT!]

Tim: Vile still has some left.

[Storm picks up Vile and whips him towards the corner that has a table on the outside. Vile impacts with such force that he flips up and over, to the floor. Storm waits for Vile, trying to time his attack. Vile gets to his feet and Storm runs across the ring, jumping onto the top turn buckle and laying both men out with a cross body to the outside. Vile skids away a few feet as Storm lands, both men wiped out.]

Jeff: Holy shit, Storm isn't messing around here.

[Storm is slow to his feet, but beats Vile. He drags Vile by the hair over to the ring steps, slamming him head first down into them a few times, then dragging him to the table. He lifts Vile up onto the table. Storm then climbs to the ring apron, and dives off with an elbow, busting Vile through the table!]

Tim: Storm is really taking it to Vile, but I have a feeling it takes more than that for the pin.

Jeff: Storm will do it, somehow.

[Storm grabs Vile and pushes him into the ring. Storm gets another table out from under the ring and pushes it in, and he finally gets back in. Storm sets the two tables right together, creating a lot of area for damage. He turns back to Vile, but Vile is to his feet. Vile and Storm start fighting it out with a series of punches. Vile finally gains the advantage and winds up with a big roundhouse, knocking Storm back violently.]

Tim: Damn, Storm will be seeing stars after that one.

Jeff: Ha ha ha. Very funny.

Tim: What?

Jeff: Storm will be seeing "STARR"s after that one?

Tim: Ah damn...

[Storm backs up, arms flailing. He backs right into the ropes, and gets his arms wound up in the barbwire! You can see the wire sticking into his arms, but smartly Storm stays as still as he can, so they won't dig in further. Vile sees this vulnerable position and calls for a steel chair from the outside. The timekeeper gets it and slides it in.]

Jeff: What the... he can't do that!

Tim: Believe me Jeff, if Vinny Vile asked for a chair, you'd get it for him.

[Vile opens the chair, placing it on Storm's head. Vile backs up and executes a running splash onto Storm and the chair! The chair dents a bit, but Vile still is able to fold it back up. He looks at Storm, then the chair, and smiles. Vile winds up to crank Storm over the head, but Storm manages to kick Vile in the groin!]

Tim: Damn dirty tactics.

[Storm finally manages to get his arms unhooked, but they are bleeding profusely. Vile turns back, swinging the chair, but Storm ducks it and nails Vile in the face with a superkick, with the chair right in the face!]

Jeff: Suh-WEET Chin Music!

Tim: Do you honestly think Storm is HBK?

Jeff: Nah, he just looks a little like him.

[Storm quickly hooks the leg.]

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

Tim: Too early yet to win this, but Vile is definitely getting close to a loss here with that long 2 count.

[Storm lifts Vinny up and puts him in the DDT position. He lifts him up and drops him in an implant DDT, with Vinny's head striking the mat hard. Storm pulls Vinny back up to his feet instead of going for the cover!

Tim: What the hell is he doing? He probably could have won it right there!

[Storm grabs the chair from the ground and cracks Vinny over the head once, twice, THREE times, and Vile still stands. Storm winds up big time and cracks Vile over the head. The crowd gasps at the loud impact, as the metal is almost bent right around Vile's skull! Vinny and the chair fall to the ground as Storm turns to the crowd, taunting and yelling at them. He goes up top.]

Jeff: Torrential Downpour! He's going for it!

[Storm comes off for the Torrential Downpour (frogsplash), but at the last second, Vinny grabs the chair lying beside him and nails Storm in the head as he comes down! Vinny jumps to his feet and pulls Justin over to the two tables, sliding Storm onto them. He grabs the chair and climbs to the top turnbuckle.]

Tim: This could be it!

[Vile dives off, nailing the "Violent Ending" (top rope elbow drop w/ chair) onto Storm through TWO tables!]

Tim: VIOLENT ENDING! VIOLENT ENDING!

Jeff: Damnit!

[Vile clears away the rubble on Storm and makes the cover right between on top of the tables.]

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

Tim: Vile won over Storm! What an upset here in the first round!

Jeff: This was a fluke. It had to be.

[The music video of "Last Resort" by Papa Roach plays as the crew clears the ring.]

[His music hits the speakers again and the crowd shows its displeasure with a very loud chorus of boos. Sterling pays them no mind and raises up the world title, which gains even more boos and the occasional thrown soda can. Sterling exits the ring and walks slowly towards the back, flashing the world title to the crowd]

Tim: Well, that sorry S.O.B. has forfeited the King of Violence tournament!

Jeff: He's smart!

Tim: What?!

Jeff: Think about it. Storm, Starr, and Trey are all in this tournament. Sterling won't have to fight, so he has an advantage in the World Title match!

Tim: Why are we watching Sterling right now?

Jeff: Because... he's the GREATEST!

[The cameras cut into the parking lot, where a limo driver is standing around by a long black limo, parked in Sterling's spot.]

Tim: That must be Sterling's limo for tonight.

Jeff: Of course. The champ MUST travel in style.

[Suddenly, a white Hummer is seen and heard screeching around a corner farther down the parking lot. It turns the corner and comes straight at the limo! The limo driver tries to wave it off, but has to dive out of the way as the Hummer crashes into the passenger side, crushing it like a tin can.]

Tim: What the...

[Lance Sterling is shown, jumping to his feet enraged. He slams something to the ground.]

Jeff: Man, I hope that's not Hulk Hogan wanting to join the HWF.

Tim: God, let's hope not.

[Suddenly, the doors of the hummer open.]

Jeff: Wonder who it is...

[From the driver's side, out steps none other than Michael Trey; from the passenger side suductively steps out Clair, landing with a thud as the Hummer is high of the ground. Then out piles Espionage and Blake Frost from the back. They walk over to the limo, and take a look at the damage they've caused. After looking at each other with shock, they turn back at the limo and start lauging their heads off.]

Jeff: But I thought Espionage had a black hummer.

Tim: They did, but this seems to be the Souls hummer, look at the licence plate. FS-666

Jeff: So you're assuming the FS stands for Forgotton Souls?

Tim: Yep.

Jeff: They will be Forgotton after Sterling get's his way with them, how dare they do that!?

[Michael takes a step towards the busted limo. He goes to the back, and you hear the wrenching of metal. He comes back into view and smiles, holding Sterling's licence plate as a prize!]

Tim: What the... Sterling is such an arrogant asshole.

Jeff: What makes you say that?

Tim: Who else would have "GR8TEST" as his plate?!

[The shot cuts back to Sterling, who is absolutely enraged now. He stomps out of his lockerroom in search of the Forgotten Souls.]

Tim: Anyway, Howitzer has a freebee in the first round, so he advances to face the winner of the next match...

(The cameras cut to backstage where Lance Sterling just passes by the camera. He is blindsided by Howitzer, dropped to the floor. Howitzer stomps and punches at the World Championship, then finally walks away as Sterling slowly begins to stir. The camera then goes back to the ring.)

Tim: There goes that plan!

Jeff: Howitzer is such a coward!

["Big in Japan" by The Guano Apes blares throughout the arena as the lights dim a bit.]

Tim: Well, here comes Tatsumi Hashimoto. He'll be facing Phah Q. Dickshine in the first round of the KoV tournament.

Jeff: That's right, and this will be a special C-4 Board Match.

Tim: I was just about to get to that Jeff.

Jeff: Yeah, I'm sure you were.

[After a moment Tatsumi and Jin walk through the curtains, and pause on the stage. The pair are met with a small reaction, some cheers, some boos. Tatsumi and Jin head to the ring and Tatsumi slides in. Jin takes his place on the outside in Tatsumi's corner as Tatsumi climbs to the top of one of the turnbuckles. Tatsumi massages his throat with two fingers and then blows dark black smoke high into the air, getting small reaction from the fans. Tatsumi climbs down and awaits his opponent.]

Tim: That's disgusting.

["Pollution" By Limp Bizkit plays through the arena. The young ladies in the crowd begin screaming loudly, as most of the men boo, as we see Phah Q. Dickshine at the top of the entrance stage, holding a chair in his left hand. His hair is brown and faded, bleach blonde on the top, and spiked up, with his earrings taken out. He wears a white "wife beater" muscle shirt, black elbow pads made by "Trace," black Kik wear pants that are EXTREMELY baggy, and black Asics wrestling shoes. As the music gets heavy at Fred Durst's shout of "Yaaaaw", Phah Q. Dickshine throws his arms in the air, with the chair, and begins to run down the aisle. Arriving the ring, he clears the way, and begins to run the ropes. As he gets to the middle, he does a roll, shoot up in the air, and holds his fists up. Spotlights of barbed wire shine on the canvas, as "Pollution" comes to a slow end, fading out.]

Jeff: It looks like Mr. Dickshine is well prepared for this bout.

Tim: He better be. Those board full of C-4 explosives hurt like a bitch!

Jeff: How would you know Tim? It's not like you've ever wrestled before.

[Tatsumi and Dickshine stand on opposite sides of the ring ad officials work to get all four C-4 Boards into the ring and into the corners. The bell sounds and the two walk out of the corners. They circle for a while and then lock up in the center of the ring. Dickshine comes out on top with an arm bar. He twists the arm a few times and yells something to the crowd. Tatsumi, still with his arm hooked, ducks under Dickshine's arm, does a quick one-handed cartwheel, forward roll, kip-up and Japanese arm drag. The fans pop a little as Dickshine lays on the ground looking at Tatsumi.]

Tim: Beautiful sequence of moves their by the foreigner.

Jeff: Dude, that's not cool

Tim: Huh?

[Dickshine gets up and charges at Tatsumi. Tatsumi awaits and drops Dickshine with a drop toe hold. He floats over and gets Dickshine in a hammerlock. Tatsumi then brings Dickshine to his feet and starts pushing him towards the corner to one of the C-4 Boards. Dickshine's faces starts grimacing in anticipation. Dickshine pushes off of the board, not setting off any explosives though, and reverses the hammerlock. Dickshine grabs Tatsumi's head in a reverse chancery and drops him in a hammerlock inverted DDT. Tatsumi immediately grabs his head and Dickshine is the first to his feet. Tatsumi gets up and charges at Dickshine. Dickshine leapfrogs and Hashimoto bounces off the ropes. Tatsumi comes off and goes for a head scissors. Half way through the move, Dickshine reverses it and drops Tatsumi in an inverted powerbomb. Dickshine looks mad now. He gets up and man handles Hashimoto to his feet. Dickshine then gets Tatsumi in suplex position. He hooks the near leg and lifts Tatsumi vertical. He holds him up there for about 6 or 7 seconds and then drops in down into a very stiff brainbuster. He goes for the pin.]

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

Tim: What a fisherman's buster by Phah Q.

[Dickshine looks frustrated. He walks over to the corner and pulls the C-4 Board out a little. Tatsumi pulls himself up but Phah Q. doesn't notice. Dickshine puts the board in the center of the ring, resting on the second rope. He turns around just in time to see Tatsumi flying at him. Tatsumi hooks Dickshine with his legs and hits a very fast hurricanrana. Dickshine goes tumbling to the other side of the ring and under the bottom rope. Hashimoto gets up and looks around at the crowd. The cheer in anticipation of what's to come. Tatsumi bounces of the far ropes just as Dickshine if getting up. Hashimoto springs onto the top rope and then flies of with a huge plancha onto Dickshine. Both men fly into the guard rail.]

Jeff: Holy sh. . .

Tim: Jeff!

Jeff: What? That was one hell of a move right there.

[Both men seem knocked out. The ref comes to the outside to see if they're alright. Tatsumi starts to get up. He positions Dickshine perpendicular to the railing and then runs away from him about ten feet. Hashimoto signals to the fans and then start running full speed towards the downed Dickshine. Phah Q., running on pure instinct, somehow monkey flips the charging Tatsumi over the railing into the crowd.]

Tim: Oh not again! I can smell a lawsuit brewing here.

[Dickshine is quick to his feet. He runs in the ring and throws a C-4 Board out of the corner. Dickshine climbs up to the top rope and waits for Hashimoto to get up. When he does, Dickshine stands up and launches off at least 6 rows into the crowd, taking out Tatsumi and a few drunk fans. The fans erupt.]

Jeff: This is utter chaos here at the King of Violence.

[Dickshine gets up and starts celebrating with the fans. He starts drinking their beers and pouring some onto Tatsumi. In the ring, Jin has set up a C-4 Board in the middle of the ring. There is now one in the middle of the ring, two in the corners, and one leaning on the second rope. Dickshine points back towards the ring and drags Hashimoto's lifeless body into the ring. He rolls him in and goes for a quick pin.]

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

Tim: It's gonna take more than that to take out Hashimoto. [Dickshine gets up and signals for the board that lay in the exact center of the ring. He lifts Tatsumi up and gets him in a standing head scissors. He hooks his arms and lifts Tatsumi up for a powerbomb. Hashimoto turns his body in mid move and ends up driving Dickshine down to the ground with a Fame-asser. BOOM!! The C-4 explodes and both men scurry off of the board in pain. the fans are going crazy.]

Jeff: My ears!! OUCH!! Tim, get me some ear plugs. I think I left them in my bag.

Tim: WHAT!?!

[Tatsumi crawls over to Dickshine and goes for the cover.]

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

[Tatsumi gets off of Dickshine and pulls him to his feet. the ref pushes the broken C-4 Board to the outside of the ring. Hashimoto points to a corner with another board in it and then Irish whips Dickshine towards the corner. Dickshine flies into the corner full-force. BOOM!! The board cracks in half as Dickshine stumbles out of the corner, somehow still on his feet. Tatsumi runs towards the ropes and springs off the second rope. He jumps at Dickshine going for another hurricanrana. Dickshine catches him and tries to give him a powerbomb. Halfway through the move though, Dickshine collapses and drops Tatsumi onto the top of his head. The fans let out a big "OHHHHHHH!!"]

Jeff: Holy shit!!

Tim: Jeff!

Jeff: What? Tatsumi Hashimoto could be seriously hurt and your worried about the censors?

[Both men lay motionless for at least 2 minutes. Tatsumi is actually the first to his feet. He stumbles around a little and then stares at Dickshine. Tatsumi gets a real pissed-off look on his face. He looks over at the board leaning on the second rope and then picks Dickshine to his feet. He brings Dickshine to the corner and sits on the top rope. Tatsumi hooks Dickshine in a front chancery and signals to the crowd.]

Jeff: Here comes a tornado DDT.

[Tatsumi leaps off and spins with Dickshine. He drops down with a picture perfect DDT onto the suspended board. BOOM!! Dickshine starts kicking and flailing in agony as Tatsumi just lay dead on the board. The ref pulls Tatsumi off to prevent any further injury. Dickshine and Tatsumi lay there for a while and then stumble to their feet. Both men are up and there's only one board left. The fans starts cheering in appreciation for both men. They seem to ignore it and lock up just as in the beginning of the match. Tatsumi comes out on top, with a headlock. Dickshine pushes him off of the ropes and drops down to the ground. Tatsumi runs over and bounces off the opposite ropes. Dickshine gets up and ducks down for a back body drop. Tatsumi stops in his tracks and locks Dickshine in a powerbomb. He lifts him up but Dickshine slips out and goes for a clothesline. Tatsumi ducks and Dickshine goes against the ropes. Hashimoto goes for a hip toss but Dickshine floats over and attempts a hip toss of his own. Tatsumi blocks it and kicks Dickshine in the stomach. He places his leg on top of Dickshine's head and attempts to backflip off of it. He does so and attempts a roundhouse kick. Dickshine ducks and attempts a roundhouse kick of his own. Tatsumi ducks and goes for a German suplex. Dickshine flips out of it and grabs Tatsumi by the waist. He, now, goes for a German suplex but Tatsumi flips out of it. Hashimoto runs towards Dickshine. He jumps up onto his shoulders and spins himself around for a hurricanrana, Dickshine reverses it into a powerbomb down to the mat. The fans cheer as they think the sequence is over. Dickshine isn't done though, as he lifts up Hashimoto for another powerbomb. He lifts him all the way up and then somehow gets Tatsumi in fireman's carry. Dickshine spins around and then runs to the corner. Phah Q. then hits a stiff DVD onto the remaining C-4 Board. BOOM!!]

Tim: Fucked up Driver!! Fucked up Driver!!

Jeff: Onto the C-4!! Fucked up Driver!!

[Dickshine bridges with it and goes for the pin. the ref's in perfect position.]

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

Tim: Dickshine is the winner!

Jeff: What a match! Back and forth the whole time!

[Dickshine gets up and raises his hands in victory. He does a victory lap around the ring as Jin comes in to check on Tatsumi. Dickshine flips off both Warriors and then walks out of the ring. Both fans cheer him as he walks to the back, men and women. "Pollution" by Limp Bizkit echoes throughout the arena and Phah Q. Dickshine disappears through the curtain.]

Tim: Well, it looks like Phah Q. will be in the second round of the KoV tourney.

Jeff: Yeah, and I don't see anyone beating that guy.

Tim: He's not particularly endearing himself to the fans here tonight.

Jeff: He doesn't have to! He's Justin F'N Storm!

[Justin's music fades out and Justin climbs a turnbuckle, taunting the crowd. He grabs a can of beer out of his jacket and takes a swig, then spits it back into the crowd in a mist. He finally lifts the mic to his mouth to begin to speak.]

Justin Storm: Shut the hell...

[Storm is cut off in mid-sentence as the lights in the arena go out. You hear Storm mutter something on the mic, but everyone's attention is turned to the HWF-tron, where some footage is rolling. It's very the now familiar office of Dr. Kastner, Michael Trey's psychiatrist! The footage picks up where the second visit left off, the section that the viewers missed. Michael is still under hypnosis, very calm and collected.]

Dr. Kastner: "Now Michael, I want you to go back to that bar, the night that you and Marek de Kere got into the fight. Can you do that?"

Michael Trey: "It's cold. Very cold out. Marek is drunk, and being arrogant. We walk out into the alley, depressed and dejected. Marek begins to make comments about my loss earlier in the night."

Dr. Kastner: "That's good Michael. Now, what happened after that?"

Michael Trey: "Marek and I fight. He's bleeding, and so am I above my right eye. We hear the screeching of tires, and a car comes flying around a corner. We don't have time to duck out of the way, and we both hit the ground violently."

Dr. Kastner: "Were you knocked out?"

Michael Trey: "No, I wasn't. Not at first. I hear the car door open and slam, and I hear someone shuffling along side of Marek and I. I could feel Marek being picked up, and I heard another door slam. The person comes back, picking me up over their shoulder. I'm about to black out... I hold on a little longer. The man throws me into the back seat, I can see his face..."

Dr. Kastner: "Who is it?"

Michael Trey: "I can't quite tell... memory is foggy... wait, it's getting clearer. He was... no... yes, it's in focus now. It was Justin Storm."

[Michael, on the video, snaps out of his hypnosis. He starts to swear up and down, storming out of the office without even saying goodbye to the psychiatrist. He slams the door, and the footage fades out as the lights come up. Justin Storm stands facing the HWF-tron, and an evil smile crosses his face.]

Justin Storm: I was going to talk about the main event tonight, but I think I'll talk about Michael Trey's little footage. You're damn right, I ran him over! No one even realized it, did you? Sterling and I had EVERYTHING planned out, just as we've always said. I took out Trey with a car... Sterling and I cleared out the ICON, and we take care of Extream.

Tim: Holy shit! Storm and Sterling have really been scheming behind the scenes, more than we ever could have known! Those assholes were systematically eliminating the HWF's main eventers!

[While Storm continues his rant on the mic, but Michael Trey sneaks up behind him. Storm continues to talk about his and Sterling's plan, until Trey grabs his shirt from behind and throws him over the top rope, to the floor.]

Tim: Michael Trey is here! We might have the main event right now!

Michael Trey: Storm, you get yours tonight, you son of a bitch.

[Storm composes himself and backs away, up the aisle towards the back.]

Justin Storm: Trey, I took you out once, and I'll do it again. Watch your back, asshole...

[Trey gives Storm an incredulous look, and Storm motions for Trey to bring it on. Trey takes the invitation and jumps out of the ring, running after Storm right into the backstage area!]

Jeff: That son of a bitch Trey...

Tim: Jeff, what are you talking about?! Storm ran him over with a CAR!

Jeff: Trey is a raving lunatic. He deserves to be eliminated.

Vic Williams vs. The Criminal - Hangman's Noose Match

(The roaring HWF crowd, stirs in anticipation, as the opening riff of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward 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 aisle. 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.)

Tim: This man IS the HWF... Vic has given two years of blood, sweat, and tears to this federation.

(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.)

Jeff: The Artist formerly known as DRE, the Criminal. This guy is simply awesome.

(Criminal and Vic stare into each other's eyes from across the ring, as a "SNAP" is heard. Suddenly, a white hangman's noose drops from the rafters, stopping about five and half feet above the mat. Vic and Criminal look at the noose, up and down, as the bell sounds.)

Tim: This is a sick, twisted concept of a match...

(As if awakened rudely, the two men begin to walk to the center of the mat. They stop, staring deeply into one another's eyes. Vic is on the bad side of a seven-inch height difference.)

Jeff: The tension here is unbelievable.

(In a flash, Vic Williams lets a right hand fly, connecting with the jaw of Criminal. The Criminal is surprised, knocked backwards. Williams backs him into the ropes and whips him across the ring. As the Criminal comes back, Vic jumps into the air for a hurricanrana but Criminal stops him in mid air. As the Criminal attempts a powerbomb, Vic looks around, seeing where he is in the ring. Vic holds on, not allowing Criminal to powerbomb him. Finally, Vic turns and falls towards the ropes. Past the ropes, he turns it into an amazing hurricanrana to the outside!!)

Tim: What a hurricanrana!

Jeff: I'm dizzy...

(Criminal is sprawled out on the cement floor as Vic goes around the ring, tossing up the ring curtain.)

Tim: Here we go!

(Vic reaches under the ring, pulling out a table. The fans cheer as he drags it back near Criminal. Vic turns it on its side, setting up the legs, and he positions it close to the apron. Vic goes back to the Criminal, lays in a few stiff kicks, then pulls Criminal to his feet. Vic tries to roll Criminal into the ring, but he won't budge. Vic goes for a punch but Criminal blocks it and connects with a punch of his own. Criminal then rolls Vic into the ring and follows after. Vic is up sooner than he expects and nails a running drop kick straight to the face of Criminal!)

Jeff: Oh! That kick echoed through the Ice House here in London!

(Criminal is on the mat, but not long, as Vic pulls him up. Williams whips Criminal into the corner, closest to the table below. Vic runs in but Criminal ducks and flips him up. Vic lands on his feet on the apron. Criminal turns as Vic applies a front face lock. Vic attempts to suplex Criminal to the table outside, but it is blocked. Criminal lifts Vic up and places him on the turnbuckle. Criminal then climbs to the second rope but a strong right hand knocks Criminal off and back into the ropes, falling to the apron. Criminal gets right back up though as Vic steps over, on the side towards the tables. Criminal climbs up on the outside as the two begin to trade punches. Criminal gets a strong right hand in and takes control, scooping Vic onto his shoulder in a fireman's carry. In an instant, Criminal falls off, nailing an INCREDIBLE Death Valley Driver through the tables!!!!)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

Tim: THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!!!

Jeff: Vic is dead...

(Both men lie on the floor in a heap, among the rubble of a former table. The 'Holy Shit' chant rages on as neither man looks to be moving.)

Tim: This isn't good...

Jeff: There's no pads down there, that's pure concrete.

(Finally, as the chant begins to fade, Criminal slowly begins to stir. He pulls himself up with the ring curtain, then pulls Vic to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Criminal grabs a chair then slides him himself. Criminal lifts the chair up and slams it down upon the back of Williams. Vic looks to be very out of it as Criminal sees no point in continuing. He grabs the nooses and pulls it down and places it around the neck of Vic. Criminal signals to pull it up and the noose begins to rise.)

Tim: This is insane! Somebody stop this!

(As Vic gets to his feet by force, he suddenly grabs an unsuspecting Criminal and falls back, nailing the 3D (reverse Russian leg sweep)!!! The fans erupt as Vic begins to go furious, undoing the noose and throwing it off. Vic grabs the chair, which was dropped by Criminal and opens it up, setting it near the center of the ring. Vic then grabs Criminal and places his head on the chair, with Criminal in an all fours position. Vic then goes to the turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. He then leaps off and nails a SICK guillotine legdrop to the head of Criminal on the chair!!! The fans BURST into an "OH-MY-GOD!" chant as Criminals rolls to the mat in the fetal position.)

Jeff: These peons have stolen my trademark!

Tim: Um, Jeff... Number One, Joey Styles used that before you and Number Two, Criminal may be dead!!!

(As both men are on the mat, the chant rages on. Finally, Vic begins to move, favoring the leg he landed the legdrop on. Vic drags Criminal up and whips him to the ropes. Criminal ducks a spinning heel kick and turns, kicking Vic in the stomach. He grabs his head and runs to the ropes, climbing up the turnbuckle and turns in midair, nailing an Acid Drop!)

Tim: The Big Hit!

(Criminal gets up and pulls down the noose and puts it around Vic's neck and tells the crew to pull it up.)

Jeff: This one has to be over!

(Vic is suspended over the mat and begins to squirm, turning red.)
Tim: My God, he going to be killed! Somebody stop this NOW!!!

(The bell sounds as the Criminal raises his arms and the lights suddenly go out. They flash back on and Vic is gone!)

Tim: Where the hell did he go?

Jeff: I don't know but Criminal has won and is advancing to the next round!

("Criminal" hits again as the Criminal walks down the aisle, a little surprised.)

Tim: Well, Jeff... it's time for our barbwire cross match.

Jeff: Oh, boy! I've been waiting for this one.

(The Lights in arena fade to black. Then on the HWF Tron, you see the Saint high above the Roxy in Boston, Mass. Crucified upon the cross with blood covering his body. Then "Pisschrist" by Fear Factory begins to play. The HWF Tron now fades to black for a two seconds. Then in purple writing, you see the phrase, "Beware the Shadows of Dusk" flash on the screen. Then as the song kicks in, the screen flashes to a setting sun and purple lights began to flash about the arena. Now on the screen, are clips of the Boston Death match. The clips are of the Saint being beaten badly by Burton Alder. It shows about ten clips over and over extremely fast. Then all of a sudden it all stops. The flashing lights, the HWF Tron, all
stop and go right to black. The arena is all in blackness for 5 seconds. Then a single spotlight shines down on the Saint. He stands just through the entryway with the big wooden cross from Holiday Hangover on his back. His face covered by his frosted blonde hair and he has a barbwire crown upon his head. He is wearing black and white camo cut off shorts, with the Cradle of Filth "Vestal Masturbation" shirt with long sleeves. As he stands there with the cross on his back. You hear part of the chorus of the A Perfect
Circle song "Judith" play. "He did it all for you." Then it goes right to the end of "Pisschrist". The phrase, "Where is your savior now?" is said over and over as he makes his way down to the ring with the wooden cross on his back. He gets to the ring and takes the wooden cross of his back and places it next to the ring. As he enters the ring, you see the familiar saying on the back of his shirt. "Jesus is a (censored)". He stands in the middle of the ring and does the Jesus Christ pose as the arena goes black again. Then they come back on and the Saint waits for Blake Frost to come.)

Tim: What a strange, strange man...

(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.)

Jeff: Like this guy is normal?!

(The barbwire-covered crosses are already in place in the corners of the ring as the bell sounds. The Saint and Blake Frost begin to move. They come together quickly with a fury of punches as Saint takes the early advantage. The Saint grabs the arm of Frost and attempts to whip him into a cross, but Frost resists and reverses the whip. The Saint then reverses that reverse and sends Blake back first into the cross!!)

Tim: My God!

(Blake grimaces in pain as he pulls himself away from the barbwire, walking right into a clothesline from Saint. The Saint then grabs a hold of the barbwire cross, unhooking it from the turnbuckle. The Saint then allows it to drop onto the body of Blake Frost.)

Jeff: Ooh!

(The Saint stomps the cross into the chest of Frost, but Frost finally gets free. The Saint catches an oncoming charge of Frost with a drop toe hold, driving Frost face first into the barbwire cross!!!)
Tim: Ahh!

(HWF! HWF!)

Jeff: The Saint is sick!

(The Saint picks a bloodied Blake Frost up and whips him to the ropes. Saint scoops Frost up in a tilt-a-whirl and slams him back first into the cross! Frost arches up screaming in pain. The Saint grabs Frost and hip tosses him over the top rope. The Saint then picks up the cross and tosses it down to the floor, again landing on Frost. The Saint then goes to the floor himself.)

Tim: Saint is just taking it to Blake Frost early in this match.

(The Saint grabs the ring curtain and tosses it up, receiving a pop from the crowd. He pulls out a table from under the ring and opens the legs and positions it near the apron. The Saint picks up the barbwire cross and sets it on the table. He then grabs Blake Frost by the head and pulls him up, lifting him onto the apron. The Saint then gets on the apron and applies a front face lock.)

Jeff: What's he going to do?

(The Saint begins to suplex Blake but holds him in the air and drops down onto the cross and table with a brainbuster!!!)

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

(F*** HIM UP, SAINT, F*** HIM UP!)

(The barbwire-cross snaps in half on impact as does the table, causing barbwire to come free of the cross. Both men lie in the rubble, as the crowd rages on. The Saint finally begins to get up, with the loose barbwire strands stuck into his clothing and flesh. Blake is face down on the barbwire, until the Saint pulls him up and rolls him into the ring.)

Tim: Blake Frost is really bleeding...

(Frost's blood runs free, staining the mat. The Saint slides in behind him, wrapped in barbwire. Frost lies back first on the mat, while the Saint climbs to the second rope. Hey dives off and nails a elbow drop, with the barbwire driving into both men. As the Saint grimaces from the barbwire, Frost rolls face first onto the mat, blood dripping everywhere.)

Jeff: This is disgusting... Whoo hoo!

Tim: You're moronic.

Jeff: I am not a Mormon!

Tim: Good, God...

(The Saint then rolls Frost over and hooks a leg. 1...2...KICKOUT!)

Jeff: Frost is still in this!

Tim: Frost is still ALIVE!

(The Saint crawls over to the corner and unhooks another cross, allowing it drop to the mat. Saint then crawls back to Frost and staggers to his feet, pulling Frost up. Blake is out on his feet, limp from head to toe. The Saint thrusts him into a standing head scissors, then slowly lifts him onto his shoulders. Saint then staggers towards the cross, and drops Blake-rather than powerbombing him-onto the cross!!! Frost lands on his neck and back, very awkwardly.)

Tim: He's dead!

(The Saint then uses the ropes, catapulting himself onto the top ropes, springboards off, and hits a moonsault onto Blake! 1...2...KICKOUT!)

Jeff: So close!

(The Saint pulls Blake up once more and whips him to the ropes. As the bloody Frost returns, Saint kicks him in the stomach, applies a front face lock and lifts him up hitting the Lookaway DDT (Implant DDT) onto the barbwire-cross!!!)

Jeff: Lookaway DDT!

(1...2...3!)

Tim: Yes! The Saint has won!

Jeff: This match was unbelievable!

Tim: I think we're about ready to start off our next match!

Jeff: Alright! Umm.... how does this match go again?

Tim: [sigh] Leave it to you to forget. Well it goes like this: We rip up the canvas mat and replace it with a two and a half foot pane of glass. Next, there's weapons scattered all around ringside.. ranging from steel chair to fire extinguishers. Finally, a Hell In A Cell is lowered down overtop of it all to complete it. This match was designed and made famous by Jayson Starr, and is aptly named the "Shattered Dreams Match".

[The lights go out again, and a white "X" is fixed upon the entranceway. "Good Girls, Bad Guys" by DMX hits the speakers, as the fans erupt in anticipation. There's a mixed reaction of boo's and cheers. The "X" starts getting brighter and brighter until it's nearly impossible to look at. Just then, the "X" disappears and red smoke comes shooting out from each side of the entrance way and "Superstar" Johnny Drake slides through into the crowd's view. He is followed through the smoke by Jerome Jackson and Bryan Drake, his brother, on the right side. On the left side is Stump, Ryan, and Lisa. As they walk down towards the ring, Ryan slaps a few of the fans' hands. Johnny is just looking around the arena trying to spot any fans of his. As they get to the ring, Johnny walks around the cell, and walks through the door. Johnny slides in the rings and runs to the corner and jumps onto the second rope. He raises his hands in the air, doing somewhat of an "X" pose, with his right hand holding three fingers up. He gets down just in time for his music to fade out.]

Jeff: Drake's finally back and ready to tear up sh..

Tim: Here comes Jayson!

[The lights cut out. Slow strings are being heard play throughout the arena. Slowly, the music gets louder, and a guitar riff starts to fade into it.. playing the same note repeatedly until it's the only thing heard in the arena. Then the note is held for a long period of time.. then dies out, leaving the arena in pitch black darkness.]

Jeff: I love this part!

Tim: Oh brother...

[About ten seconds pass.. then suddenly, a HUGE explosion is set off at the entranceway as strobe lights cut on and Alice In Chains' "Them Bones" blares throughout the arena. A little bit of light comes back on, enough to see the entranceway down to the ring. Jayson Starr comes out of the back with his black shades and leather jacket on and looks around as the crowd cheers. He turns towards the ring, then starts walking towards it. He gets to the cell, walks around to the side, and walks through the door. He climbs in the ring and starts walking around it. Jayson sneers at Drake as he walks by him, then gets to the center of the ring. He then raises both hands in the air, as four red rockets shoot up from behind him, alternating from left to right, then back again. The lights come back on, and the music dies.]

Tim: The official's closing the door now and padlocking it...

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Jeff: And heeeeeere we go!

[Drake and Jayson circle each other, then finally lock up. Jayson gets the early advantage and grabs Drake in a standing headlock, then quickly brings him over with a snap suplex. They both get right back to their feet, and Drake swings. Jayson blocks it and swings, and Drake blocks THAT and swings.]

Tim: They're really going at it tonight!

[The two are punching back and forth, but not a single hit has gotten through. Finally, Drake switches up and kicks Jayson in the gut, then applies a standing head scissors. He tries to lift him for a piledriver, but Jayson overpowers him and reverses in into a back body drop. The glass cracks slightly when Drake impacts with it. Jayson picks Drake up, and applies a standing head scissors of his own. He lifts Drake up, then runs over to the ropes and powerbombs Drake over the top rope.. right through a table!]

Jeff: Oh man!

[Jayson leans over the top rope as Drake lay in the table rubble and yells at him...]

Jayson: Welcome to MY world, bitch!!!

[Jayson climbs out the ring, as Drake's standing up. Jayson grabs him by his head, but Drake lands a direct shot to Jayson's gut, making him double-over. Drake picks up a chair, folds it up, and swings it golf-style.. cracking it across Jayson's head!]

Tim: My god!! Did you hear that!?!

[The chair bends on impact, so Drake drops it. Jayson is laying on his back, holding his head. Drake walks over and grabs a handful of hair, and stands Jayson up. A trickle of blood runs down Jayson's forehead as he stands there dazed. Drake continues to hold Jayson by the hair, then he slams his face into the cell, shaking it on impact. Drake then slides Jayson back inside the ring. He grabs another chair, and slides in the ring. Jayson is slowly getting to his feet, when Drake comes up and cracks the chair across his head again. Jayson remains standing, but dazed... and Drake swings and nails another shot to Jayson's skull... and another... and another. But Jayson's STILL standing!]

Jeff: Good lord! Jayson's not human! Nobody can take that many chair shots and still be standing!!

[Jayson then actually motions to Drake to bring it on! Drake gets pissed off and winds up, and baseball swings the chair right across the side of Jayson's head! Jayson staggers from the hit and leans up against the ropes for support. Drake then lines Jayson up with the chair, and then charges him with it above his head. Just as Drake swings, Jayson ducks and back body drops him over the top rope and through another table on the outside!!]

Tim: How the hell did Jayson get that strength?!

[Jayson leans helpless against the ropes, as Drake lays in yet another broken table. Blood is flowing freely from Jayson's head now, as he wears a mask of crimson. Drake's holding his back in pain as he lay in the remnants of the table.]

Jeff: Damn! Jayson's really tore up! You think he'll actually be able to compete in the Falling From Grace match later on tonight??

Tim: Well, if Jayson..

Jeff: Oh, I'm terribly sorry Tim. I made a mistake and made you think I actually cared about your opinion....

Tim: Bastard....

[Jayson finally regains his composure and gets off the ropes. The blood is blinding his vision, so he takes his shirt off and wipes the blood away with it. Some blood still runs down from the wound, but he can see now. He holds the shirt in his hand, and climbs out the ring. Jayson grabs Drake, and wraps the shirt around his throat, choking him with it.]

Jeff: Jayson's gonna strangle Drake to death!

[A look of hatred and rage comes across Jayson's face as he increases the pressure. Drake's pulling on the shirt, trying to loosen the strain on his neck... but it's not working.]

Tim: If Jayson doesn't release the hold, he could very well kill Johnny Drake!

[But Jayson does not let go. He keeps tightening the grip around Drake's throat. Drake reaches up and tries to rake Jayson's face, but he has such a little amount of strength left.. that it does nothing. Drake's eyes have turned red, filled with blood. Drake's hand slowly starts to slide down Jayson's face, then right before Drake dies right in front of all of us.......]

Jeff: Drake's gonna die!

[..........Jayson lets go.]

Tim: He released the hold!!

[Drake gasps and gags for air, as Jayson drops the shirt and stands up, towering over him. Jayson stomps him in the gut, knocking the wind outta him, then reaches down and picks Drake up. He slides Drake in the ring, as he's still coughing and trying to get air back in his lungs. Jayson climbs into the ring, and walks over to Drake. He picks him up, and drags him over to the corner. He starts kicking him in the gut repeatedly, then grabs him in a headlock and then turns him around and sits up onto the top turnbuckle. Jayson kicks off and executes a beautiful tornado DDT onto the glass. The glass cracks a lot from that move, but does not break.]

Tim: What a great move by Jayson!

[Jayson gets up and stumbles around some, then leans against the ropes again. Drake is laying on the glass, holding his head in pain. Some blood is flowing from Drake's head now also. Drake's eyes have now returned to normal, and he finally has control over himself again. Drake turns over and stands up. Jayson gives an evil grin at Drake, and gets off the ropes and starts pursuing him. When he gets there, he's met by a right hand by Drake.]

Tim: Drake has some life after all!

Jeff: Of course, he's "The Superstar".

Tim: Oh here we go.....

[Drake connects with punch after punch on Jayson, knocking him back. Jayson then blocks a punch and counters with one of his own. Drake and Jayson then start going back and forth, each connecting with shots. Drake gets the advantage, and grabs Jayson's arm and tries to send him to the ropes, Starr reverses it and whips Drake to the ropes. Drake comes back and Jayson attempts a clothesline. Drake ducks it, and gets behind Jayson. Jayson quickly spins around, as Drake ducks down and picks him up for a spinebuster then sits down, slamming Jayson's back onto the glass!!]

Tim: Shakedown!!!!

[The glass cracks a lot more from that hit, and Drake stands up and yells something out at the crowd. The crowd boos at him, and he waves them off. Drake walks over and picks Jayson up, and puts him in a standing head scissors. He picks him up, and drops down into a piledriver, making a sickening thud when Jayson's head impacts with the glass.]

Tim: What a piledriver!

Jeff: This is amazing. I'm surprised that glass hasn't broken yet.

[Drake gets to his feet, then picks Jayson up. Jayson shakes his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness. Starr gets whipped to the ropes by Drake, and Drake clotheslines at Jayson. Jayson ducks, catches Drake's arm.. hooks it, hooks the other arm into a full nelson, jumps up and sits down.. smashing Drake's face into Jayson's knee!!]

Tim: The Shatter Starr!!!!

Jeff: I love that move!

[The crowd cheers loudly when Jayson hits that move, but both men fall out onto the glass. The glass looks like it could break at any moment now, as Jayson lays there next to Drake from exhaustion. Jayson starts to move around some, and slowly starts standing up. Drake slowly rolls out of the ring and onto the outside.]

Tim: I guess both men need to recuperate and rethink things here..

[Jayson slowly walks across the ring to where Drake is, and leans over the ropes. Suddenly, Drake sprays Jayson in the face with a fire extinguisher!]

Jeff: Whoa! Drake used a fire extinguisher!

Tim: I guess it's whatever it takes to win.

[Jayson screams and holds his eyes, backing up. Drake grabs a chair and slides in the ring. He goes up to Jayson and cracks the chair across his head, HARD. Jayson slumps to the glass mat and lays there.]

Jeff: The chair worked great this time.

[Drake looks around, and gives a cut throat sign with his thumb.]

Tim: I think Drake's saying he's gonna end it now.

[Drake grabs Jayson by his hair and drags him over to the corner. Drake sits Starr on the top turnbuckle then climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He applies a front face lock, and pulls on Jayson to go for a superplex, but Jayson holds onto the ropes. Drake tries again, but Jayson still holds on, not allowing Drake to execute the move. Jayson then punches Drake in the face, and bends him forward. Jayson applies a standing head scissors from the top rope, then lifts Drake up. Instead of jumping off, Jayson then THROWS Drake off his shoulders and onto the glass, sending him through it!!!]

Tim: oh...... my....... GOD!!!!

Jeff: Drake went through!!

[Ding, Ding, Ding!!]

Announcer: Your winner, now advancing in the King of Violence tournament.... "The Hardcore Hero"... Jayson Starr!!!!!!!!!

Tim: What an AWESOME match!

["Them Bones" hits the speakers again, as Jayson sits on the top turnbuckle, and raises his fists in the air. The crowd cheers loudly for him, and start chanting "HWF". The EMTs come in the ring to tend to Drake, as Jayson hops off and onto the outside. He passes the Entourage, and smirks at them, then makes his way to the back.]

Jeff: Jayson damn near killed Drake, but Drake came back... and STILL lost!!

Tim: But what a match is was!

 Michael Trey vs. Chris Goings - Body Bag Match

Tim: "Remember, this is a body bag match where the only way to win is to put your opponent inside the body bag and zip the sucker up inside. The bag is set at the entranceway where you HAVE to zip the opponent up at."

Jeff: "Weeee! My kinda match!"

Tim: "It would be, someone could actually die in there if not gotten out fast enough and you're happy you'll see something like that!?"

Jeff: "Oh yeah...."

Tim: "Anyway...."

("The World is not Enough" hits the speakers as Michael Trey walks to the ring, lights flickering around him. The fans cheer as he enters the ring and raises his arms to the crowd.)

Jeff: Michael Trey has a lot of work for tonight!

("Big Pimpin`" then cuts in, as Chris Goings walks down the aisle. Purple and white spotlights go all around him as he slides into the ring.)

Jeff: Big Pimpin`, BABY!

(The bell sounds and Goings charges at Trey with a running clothesline. Trey runs, ducks and stops in his tracks as Goings keeps running, bounces off and comes back at Trey. Trey sees this and hits a spinning heel kick that nails Goings and knocks him down.)

Jeff: "Damn! Going's beautiful head!"

Tim: "Yup, there it goes, into the 4th row..."

(Goings gets back up and swings at Trey. Trey blocks it, and slaps him right in the face. Goings, falls back some and slaps Trey back harder. Trey gets pissed and goes after Goings, grapples with him and powerbombs him right in the middle of the ring.)

Tim: "Well, that was some powerbomb from Trey. Goings' gonna be feelin' that for awhile..."

(Trey picks up Goings and gets behind him, and executes an atomic drop. Goings lands on the knee of Trey, jumps up and falls to the ground clutching his "boys.")

Jeff: "Damn! Goings' beautiful, well...um...he's hurtin' down there..."

Tim: "Yup, they're right in his throat."

(Trey runs behind Goings, grabs his head, and tosses him over the top rope to the outside near the entrance ramp. Both men are outside fighting, trading punches making their ways to the body bag onto of the entrance way. Goings start to get an advantage as they get near the body bag. He attempts a vertical suplex, but Trey reverses it into a double arm DDT right on the floor.)

Tim: "There's the Flash of Pain! All Trey has to do is put Goings in that bag and zip it up."

(Trey does just that as he zips up the bag and the bell sounds, he stomps a few times at Goings inside the bag just for good measure.)

(The bell rings and the two lock up. Vile get the advantage and whips Justice into the ropes. Then nails him with a monstrous clothesline that flips Justice backwards.)

Tim: He nearly took his head off!!!

Jeff: Now he is evenly 3ft tall.

(Vile picks up Justice and kicks him in the gut and then drops him down with a double ax handle. Vile bounces off the ropes and drops a elbow on the back of Justice. Then picks him up once again and whips him into the ropes. Vile goes for that same monster clothesline. But this time, Justice ducks it and bounces off the other ropes. Flying off with a cross body block.)

Tim: Justice is so quick.

Jeff: The Smurfs were quick too.

(Justice goes for the pin.)

ONE....(Vile kicks out!)

Tim: Justice tries for the quick pin.

(Both men get to their feet and luck up. Vile sends Justice for the corner but, it is reversed. Vile gets whipped full force into the mirror in the corner. He smashes right through it and bounces off the turnbuckles. Vile falls right down on the broken grass.)

Tim: Vile is down....

Jeff: Uh-Oh

Tim: What?

Jeff: Seven years bad luck.

Tim *rolls his eyes*

(Vile has a few minor scratches on his back and a big gash on his side. The blood begins to flow down his leg. Justice drags him out of the corner for the pin.)

Tim: He is dragging him right through the broken glass.

ONE....
TWO....(Vile kicks out!)

Tim: Vile kicked out!!

Jeff: Well he is part of the most Hardcore Team on the Planet.

(Vile begins to get to his feet.)

Tim: Vinny is actually getting up!

(Justice goes to grab Vile before he gets to his feet. But Vile nails him in the gut with a elbow. Vile then gets to his feet and grabs Justice. Then sends him over the ropes and falls to him knees.)

Tim: Justice is hanging onto the rope like Ricky Steamboat.

(Vile gets off the mat and sees Justice hanging there. So he runs toward him to knock him down. But, Justice lifts his legs in the air and locks them around Vile's head. Justice now pulls him over the ropes and onto the floor. Now he pulls himself back into the ring.)

Tim: Justice showing some upper body strength.

Jeff: Well he weighs 60lbs.

Tim: No he doesn't.

(Justice then runs and bounces off the ropes and runs to the other side of the ring. Front flips over the ropes and hits Vile. Both men hit the floor hard. It appears Justice's head was busted open.)

Jeff: Is Justice busted open?

Tim: I think that is Vile's blood.

Jeff: Oh sick......their is a piece of glass sticking in Vile's side.

Tim: Your right!!!! I didn't see that!

(Justice gets up and grabs Vile by his hair. Then whips him into the barricade so hard that he falls over into the crowd. Justice stops for a second and takes a breath. Vile begins to get up as Justice runs toward him with a suicide dive over the barricade. But, Vile moves and Justice hits the ground hard. Vile then begins stomping the hell out of Justice. Then picks him back up and leans him against the barricade. Vile not picks up and chair from the crowd and hits Justice with it. The force of the blow sends him back over the barricade onto the floor)

Tim: Oh man!!! Vile playing baseball out here!!!

Jeff: Sammy Sosa got nothing on Triple V!!

(Vile climbs over the barricade with the chair in his hands. He drops it next to the ring and grabs Justice. He lifts him to his feet and then roll him into the ring. Justice looks out as he lays on the canvas motionless.)

Tim: Justice is out!!!

Jeff: He is just not big enough to hang with the big boys.

(Vile grabs the chair off the ground and climbs the ropes.)

Tim: He is going for the Violent Ending!!! If he hits it, this will be over!

Jeff: I wish that hot piece Tasha was out here to shake her....

Tim: Vile jumps off with the chair!!

(Just as Vile is about to hit Justice with the elbow and chair. Justice rolls out of the way with blinding speed.)

Tim: HE MOVE!!! HE MOVED!!!!

(The chair it the mat and Vile's elbow hit the chair. Vile then rolls around on the mat holding his elbow, screaming in pain. Justice rolls to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. He picks up the chair of the mat and begins wailing on Vile.)

Tim: Justice has gone nuts!!

(Justice drops the chair and goes for the pin.)

ONE....
TWO....
THR (Vile kicks out!)

Tim: Vile has kicked out again!!!

Jeff: Vile is gonna win this thing. Justice is just too little.

(Justice lifts Vile to his feet by his hair. Lays a few punches into his face and the sends him into the ropes. Justice goes for a hurricanrana but, Vile blocks it and hits a powerful powerbomb!)

Jeff: That's it!!! Justice is done!!

(Both man lay down the mat with little movement. Vile slowly goes for the pin.)

ONE....
TWO....
TH (Justice kicks out!)

Jeff: How did he kick out?!

Tim: What John lacks in size, he make up for with heart.

Jeff: Oh blah, blah, shut the hell up!!

(Vile looks at his side and notices the piece of glass sticking out. He grabs it and pulls it out with a loud yell. More blood begins to come out of the wound)

Tim: That's gotta hurt.

Jeff: Better him then me.

(Vile gets to his feet holding his side. Justice get up on his knees and Vile lifts him the rest of the way up. Vile whips Justice toward the corner but, just as he get to the mirror. Justice puts the bakes on and stops. Vile runs at him for a clothesline but, Justice jumps and hits a hurricanrana through the mirror. The ref drops for the pin.)

ONE....
TWO....
THREE....

THE WINNER JOHN JUSTICE!!!!


Tim: Justice did it, Justice did it!!

Jeff: Damn it!!

(Justice rolls out of the ring as the fans cheer. He stumbles toward the entryway where he is met by Tasha. She helps him to the back.)

Tim: Don't ever count Justice out, I guess is the message of this match.

Jeff: How could he have done that?

(The music video for "I Disappear" by Metallica is played while the ring is clear.)

Jeff: "They're setting up all the tables around ringside now for this flaming tables match between the controversial Phah Q. Dickshine and Espionage member Howitzer."

Tim: "There they go pouring the gasoline on the tables and now the match is lit!"

(One match is lit on a table and one table lights up as like a domino effect, the rest catch on fire right after each other. Dickshine and Howitzer look around at the flames surrounding them and get ready for anything.)

Tim: "Well, this is HWF taking things a step further. This'll teach the WWF to consider a flaming table match. We'll just up em up 10 times. Take that big 3!"

Jeff: "I gotta agree with ya for once...damn, what's this world coming to?"

(The bell sounds as the two run at each other swinging. Dickshine connects with a left, ducks a punch from Howitzer, then hits him with a dropkick. Howitzer drops to the ground as Dickshine starts to stomp away. Howitzer rolls away as Dickshine misses with a stomp. He goes to Howitzer as Howitzer uppercuts Dickshine right in the crotch.)

Jeff: "Damn! Dickshine ain't gonna be able to shine anything anymore..."

Tim: "Little to extreme for ya?"

Jeff: "Hell no! This is the HWF, I'm senseless to violence anymore."

(As Dickshine is hunched over from the crotch shot, Howitzer puts his legs over his head and piledrives Dickshine down hard. Howitzer then pulls up Dickshine and puts him up on the turnbuckle, goes up with him and hooks the arm of Dickshine and executes a superplex. Both men land hard and lay on the ground for a bit. The crowd starts to cheer to get them to fight again. Howitzer gets up first and brings Dickshine to his feet and whips him to the opposite ropes. Howitzer stands with his back to the ropes as Dickshine comes running back. Howitzer tries a back body drop over the ropes to the flaming tables, but Dickshine reverses it. He grabs the ropes, lands on the apron, spins Howitzer around, and suplexes him right over the ropes and through a flaming table. The crowd goes nuts as Howitzer lays in a puddle of smoke and crushed table.)

Tim: "Damn, Howitzer wasn't expecting that to happen."

(Dickshine spends little time taunting the crowd as he goes to the turnbuckle and attempts a splash on the fallen Howitzer. At the last second, Howitzer rolls outta the way and Dickshine hits hard onto the broken table and cement floor.)

Jeff: "Holy damn! This match is only been going on for a little bit but both are already about taken to the limit. With the last match these two were in, they don't have much left in their reserves."

(Howitzer throws an arm over Dickshine as the ref counts, 1, 2, kickout out the last second! The two take a deep breath and start to get to their feet. Dickshine gets up first and starts to throw punches at Howitzer. Howitzer takes the punches and gets stunned enough for Dickshine to execute a standing head scissors. Howitzer goes down as Dickshine takes the opportunity to take a breathe. Dickshine picks up Howitzer and whips him across the floor into the guardrail. Howitzer crashes into the rail as fans yell and smack him on the arm, back, chest, etc. Dickshine pulls out the ring steps and puts them right in front of Howitzer. Phah then goes back a little bit, runs forward, jumps off the steps at Howitzer still on the rail, attempting a flying drop-kick. Howitzer moves and uses Dickshine's momentum and throws him over the rail, crashing into the floor. Dickshine lays on the ground for a bit as Howitzer picks him up after getting over the rail. Howitzer tosses Dickshine wildly over the rail and follows right back over the rail.)

Jeff: "What is Howitzer about to do here?"

Tim: "Something hardcore hopefully."

(Howitzer takes Dickshine and throws him back in the ring and follows. Back in the ring, Howitzer throws Phah into the corner and proceeds to hit an onslaught of chops, punches, back elbows, and stomps until Dickshine is about half dead. He then scoops up Dickshine and sets him up on the turnbuckle. Phah is now sitting on the top turnbuckle as Howitzer steps to the second rope and hooks up Dickshine and executes a DVD off the top. The crowd cheers for the move.)

Tim: "Another nice move by Howitzer. He's lookin' good in this match."

Jeff: "Yeah, he is..."

(Howitzer grabs Phah by the hair, pulls him up and brings the two to the ring apron right on top of a flaming table. He puts Dickshine underneath his legs and gets ready for the Mortar Discharge. He pulls up Dickshine and puts him in the powerbomb into piledriver right through the flaming table. The two go crashing through the table as the crowd goes nuts and the announcing team is jacked.)

Jeff: "Damn! What a move!"

Tim: "It's academic from here...no one is gonna get up from that..."

Jeff: "Hopefully Howitzer has enough left to try a pin from that awesome move."

(Howitzer puts an arm over Dickshine as the ref counts: 1, 2, 3.)

Tim: Howitzer is moving on in this King of Violence tournament!

The Saint vs. The Criminal - Hardcore Holocaust Match (Must place opponent in the Electric Chair, where the victor must flip a switch, to electrocute his opponent to win match. This match is held inside a large chain link fence, with explosives on the fences, and spidernet is on the ringside floor, which are easy to fall onto due to the ring ropes being removed. The reach the switch, you must climb a ladder up the fence, and flip the switch, to end the match.)

(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: Criminal, looks set for his match-up against Saint. He almost got hung tonight, and narrowly beat Vic, now he is out here facing the Saint. The former DRE is not having an easy road tonight to winning the KoV tournament.

Jeff: That bastard hung Vic. How can you take his side Tim?!?

Tim: Shut up, Jeff, got anymore Gertner impressions?

(The Light in arena fade to black. Then on the HWF Tron, you see the Saint high above the Roxy in Boston, Mass. Crucified upon the cross with blood covering his body. Then "Pisschrist" by Fear Factory begins to play. The HWF Tron now fades to black for a two seconds. Then in purple writing, you see the phrase, "Beware the Shadows of Dusk" flash on the screen. Then as the song kicks in, the screen flashes to a setting sun and purple lights began to flash about the arena. Now on the screen are clips of the Boston Deathmatch. The clips are of the Saint being beaten badly by Burton Alder. It shows about ten clicks over and over extremely fast. Then all of a sudden it all stops. The flashing lights, the HWF Tron, all stop and go right to black. The arena is all in blackness for 5 seconds. Then a single spotlight shines down on the Saint. He stands just through the entryway with his black baseball bat on his shoulders and his arms over it. His face covered by his frosted blonde hair and he has a barbwire crown upon his head. He is wearing black and white camo cut off shorts, with a green and yellow Sepultura shirt with the sleeves cut off. As he stands there, you hear part of the chorus of the A Perfect Circle song "Judith" play. "He did it all for you." Then it goes right to the end of "Pisschrist. The phrase, "Where is your savior now?" is said over and over as he makes his way down to the ring with the bat still on his shoulders. The back of his shirt says, "What were you thinking...What a wonderful world...YOUR FULL OF SHIT.. He gets to the ring and takes the bat off his shoulders and rolls in the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring and does the Jesus Christ pose as the arena goes black again. )

(The ref locks the fence surrounding the ring shut, and the bell rings. Saint and Criminal charge at each other with bats in hand, swinging at each other, the sound of wood cracking echoes throughout the arena. A wild home-run style swing misses the head of Saint as he ducks, and puts a quick kick to the leg, to slow the Criminal down. The Saint quickly follows up with a roundhouse style kick, bruising Criminals ribs. The face of Criminal quickly covers up in pain, but he quickly fights back with a flurry of fists. Saint moves back closer to the edge of the ring, nearing the spidernet barbwire. In the center of the ring, Criminal climbs up the large chair, and jumps off with a dropkick, sending the Saint, backwards falling onto the barbwire netting. The Saint's t-shirt grasps onto the barbwire, holding him back to the net, his back quickly turning red, from gouges. Running, and hitting a quick somersault senton off the ring apron, the Criminal hits hard onto the Saint, collapsing the small net of barbwire. Both men writhe on the concrete floor, both in some immense pain. Raising to his feet first, the Saint, lifts DRE up, and throws him face-first into the fence, triggering a huge smoke show, and pushing the Criminal back to the floor. The Saint makes his way away from the Criminal, and reaches under the ring, pulling out a folding table, as he sets it up on the concrete floor. Criminal rolls back up onto the ring apron, as the Saint gets back into the ring, Saint stands back, arms in a Jesus Christ pose, as the Criminal looks on, with a crimson mask. The tattooed combatant runs forward at the Criminal, but Criminal fights back with a surprise drop toe-hold into the bottom turnbuckle. Clutching his face, the Saint rolls on the mat, as the Criminal grabs him by the back of the head, and pull him up, and quickly hits his finisher, the Big Hit off the ring apron to the floor, first crashing through the table.)

Jeff: In the words of Joey Styles, OH MY GOD!!!

(The Criminal slowly gets to his feet, and tries to lift the worn Saint to his feet, and back into the ring. The Saint's body is rolled back into the ring, and is pushed into the Electric Chair. Criminal places Saint's prone body into the chair, and climbs the ladder towards the switch, The Saint quickly revives, and goes outside, and slowly ascends the ladder. The Criminal climbs up faster, to the top of the fence. The Saint perches up on the top of the fence also, and they batter each other with a huge barrage of fists. The Saint wins the quick battle, hooking the "Look-Away DDT"(Elevated DDT) off the top of fence, backwards into the ring, the corner of the ring collapses on impact, as both men disappear through the ring mat. The HWF audience chants "HOLY SHIT!")

Tim: These two are certifiably crazy. The Saint just ended the Criminal's career.

(The lights flicker, as the Saint comes out of the hole in the ring mat, he grabs the Criminal, and shoves him backwards into the electric chair. The Saint exits the ring, and climbs up the ladder flipping the switch, setting the electricity off. Sparks fly everywhere as the Saint laughs as the Criminal's body suffers from 5000 volts of electric current. The fence unlocks as the Saint leaves down the aisle, as "Pisschrist" blares, the explosives on the cage fence go off, showering the Criminal in flames. EMT crews rush down the aisle to help the laid out Criminal, as Saint gloats in his second round victory. Suddenly, "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward hits, as the HWF legend comes out, Vic Williams, walks right up to the Saint, and shakes his hand, then quickly jerks him into the 3D, then lets go, and walks away laughing, as the lights drop, and both men disappear.)

Jeff: Well I guess this means, the Saint goes on to the next round....

Tim: and the Criminal gets sent off to KFC.

[The music video for "Bawitdaba" by Kid Rock plays as the ring is cleared.]

Jeff: Great! I know what this one is. This match is called a Steel City Iron Man Match. Now usually, this match is supposed to last a whole hour, but because of the time frame we're in.. we reduced it down to twenty minutes.

Tim: Exactly. Everything in this match is covered in steel. The padding off the ropes and the turnbuckles have been removed, exposing the steel. The mat is covered in a sheet of steel, and the usual padding on the ringside area is replaced with steel sheets.

Jeff: So basically, you could call this a Heavy Metal Match? Hehehehe....

Tim: I don't think so Jeff.

Jeff: Eh... I tried....(mumbles) ...sonofabitch...

Tim: Come again?

Jeff: Huh? Oh, nothing..

[The lights cut out. Slow strings are being heard play throughout the arena. Slowly, the music gets louder, and a guitar riff starts to fade into it.. playing the same note repeatedly until it's the only thing heard in the arena. Then the note is held for a long period of time.. then dies out, leaving the arena in pitch black darkness.]

[About ten seconds pass.. then suddenly, a HUGE explosion is set off at the entranceway as strobe lights cut on and Alice In Chains' "Them Bones" blares throughout the arena. A little bit of light comes back on, enough to see the entranceway down to the ring. Jayson Starr comes out of the back with his black shades and leather jacket on and a bandage on his head. He stands and looks around as the crowd cheers. Jayson turns towards the ring, then starts walking towards it. He gets to the ring, slides in, and walks to the center. Jayson raises both hands in the air, as four red rockets shoot up from behind him, alternating from left to right, then back again. The lights come back on, and the music dies.]

Jeff: Trey and Jayson're in for one hell of a night tonight. First Jayson had to overcome Johnny Drake in that Shattered Dreams match... and Michael Trey had to fight Chris Goings in that Body Bag match... and now they've gotta fight each other in this Steel City Iron Man match!

Tim: Don't forget the Falling From Grace match.

Jeff: Yeah!! THEN they've gotta go up against themselves AGAIN, plus Justin Storm and Lance Sterling in a Falling From Grace match!!

Tim: These two men are truly hardcore.

["The World is Not Enough" by Garbage hits, and slowly builds as the lights dim to near dark. As the music continues towards the chorus, you see Michael finally enter the arena from backstage. Silver laser lights race around the entrance area and finally center on Trey, who is very solemn and waits with his head down. The chorus begins while you hear explosions and see the laser lights begin to flicker and fly around all over. Michael raises his head and raises his arms to the crowd as he finally approaches and enters the ring.]

Jeff: Trey sure is one strange individual...

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

[Jayson and Michael lock up. Michael gains the early advantage, and whips Jayson to the ropes. Jayson hits the steel cables and bounces back and comes at Trey. Trey kicks Jayson in the gut, doubling him over, then drops him with a hammer smash to his back. Jayson hits the mat with a loud, dull *clang* noise because of the steel sheet. Jayson grabs Trey's legs, and pulls them out from under him. Trey bangs against the steel when he hits, then Jayson quickly gets to his feet, still holding Trey's legs. Jayson looks around at the crowd as they cheer, before jumping up and bringing his leg down in a leg drop, right across Trey's crotch... but at the same time, hitting him in the chest with his foot and knocking the wind outta him!]

Jeff: Ooh! That's gonna ruin Trey's weekend..

Tim: Yeah tell me about it.

[Michael Trey winces in pain, and Jayson rolls backwards and kicks up to his feet. Trey's slowly trying to stand up, when Jayson walks up to him and picks him the rest of the way up by his hair. He walks Trey over to the corner and tries to smack his face onto the steel corner, but Trey puts his foot up and stops himself. He then grabs Jayson's face and smashes it against the same steel corner. Trey keeps a hold of Jayson, and locks on a front face lock. Trey then quickly drops down into a DDT, making a sickening *thud* on the steel.]

Tim: Did you hear that? Jayson's gotta be hurting after that one.

[Trey gets to his feet, and climbs out the ring. He grabs a chair from ringside and climbs back in.]

Jeff: Oh, like there isn't enough steel in this match ALREADY!

[Jayson gets to his feet. Trey swings the chair, but Starr ducks it. He ducks behind Trey, hooks him in the full nelson and attempts to jump, but Trey blocks it with his leg. He drops the chair and grabs Jayson by his head in a 3/4 turn headlock. Jayson then reaches around Trey's neck and applies a inverted face lock, and drops down onto the chair in a falling reverse DDT!]

Tim: Oh man!!! What a triple reversal!!

[Jayson quickly gets to his feet, and slides the chair out from Trey. He runs over in to the corner, and in one leap, jumps up onto the top turnbuckle. He then jumps off at Trey with the chair, and does a leg drop with the chair underneath his leg.. connecting right on the face of Michael Trey!]

Jeff: Woah!

[Jayson moves the chair and covers Trey..]

1!!!

2!!!

....Kickout!!

Tim: Jayson almost had it won there!

[Jayson looks frustrated, but not surprised. He stands up and pulls Trey up with him, then sends him to the ropes. Trey attempts a clothesline, but Jayson ducks it and picks up the chair while he's down there. Trey turns around, and gets LEVELED by a MONSTER chair shot to the head!!]

Jeff: Damn!!! That damn near took Trey's F'N head off!

[The chair bends over Trey's head, as Jayson releases it. Michael Trey falls to the mat, and still has the chair bent around his head. Jayson grabs his legs and drags his across the steel ring, then lines himself up diagonally from the corner. He lays backwards and slingshots Trey into the corner with the chair STILL on his head, and smacks his face/chair onto the top steel turnbuckle!]

Tim: Good lord! Trey's head just impacted with enough steel to last him a lifetime!!

[Trey drops to the floor (chair still on his head). Jayson walks over to him and pulls on the chair. After a few good pulls, it comes off Trey's head. Jayson sees no more use for it, and tosses it up onto the entrance ramp. Trey's face is masked in blood now, as a result of that steel. Jayson picks Trey up and applies a standing head scissors. He lifts him into the air, and drops down with a powerful powerbomb, making a clanging noise against the steel when he hits! Trey winces up in pain on impact, and Jayson stomps on him... knocking him back down. He drops down onto Trey for the cover...]

1!!!!

2!!!!

3...kickout!!!

Jeff: Michael Trey just BARELYgot his shoulder up off of that one.

[Jayson is now starting to get pissed. He rolls out the ring, and reaches down. He grabs one of the steel sheets laying around the ringside area, and peels it off the ground with some effort. He slides it into the ring and climbs back in. Trey's up on his knees now, looking at Jayson with blood running down his face. Jayson picks up the steel sheet walks up to Trey, who seems helpless now.. and raises the sheet above his head. Trey then punches Starr hard in the gut, making Jayson drop the sheet behind him. Trey quickly stands to his feet, hooks Jayson's arms, and drops down into a double arm DDT!]

Tim: Flash of Pain!!

[But Trey's too tired and unable to cover Jayson. So both men lay out in the center of the ring. Jayson rolls over, leaving some blood on the steel where he was.. cause his wound from earlier today has been re-opened. Both men wince in pain from their injuries.]

Jeff: These two are incredible! I'm surprised they've gotten this far!

[Finally, Trey starts to stir, and slowly gets to his feet. He stumbles around some, then climbs out the ring. He lifts the ring apron up, and searches underneath. Trey then pulls out a table, and slides it into the ring... then pulls out another table and slides THAT into the ring! Finally, Trey grabs a LADDER and then slides that into the ring too!!]

Tim: What in the hell is Michael Trey planning?!?

Jeff: I haven't the slightest idea.

Tim: Well THERE's a big surprise...

Jeff: .....bastard.

[Trey then climbs back into the ring. He grabs a table and sets one up, then grabs the other and sets only one side up and lays it diagonally up against the corner. Jayson starts to stir and stand up, when Trey walks over to him and grabs him. Trey lays a couple rights and lefts to Jayson's head, then applies a standing head scissors. He tries to lift Starr up, but Jayson blocks it. He tries again, and gets him up. But Jayson thinks fast and quickly wraps his legs around Trey's head, and flips him over with a hurricaranna right through the table!!!]

Tim: Good GOD!! Jayson with a surprising hurricaranna on Michael Trey through a table!!

[Jayson drops to his knees, then slowly gets back to his feet. He leans up against the ropes, trying to catch his breath. Meanwhile, Michael Trey is slowly moving. He grabs the steel sheet and gets to his feet. Trey walks over to Jayson, who has his back turned to him. Trey brings the sheet down right across Jayson's back. Jayson winces and turns around, right into the steel sheet as Trey brings it down across his face!]

Jeff: Oh man!!

Tim: These two are REALLY taking some major punishment!

[Jayson starts to fall, but Trey grabs him by his shirt... preventing him to. Trey drags Jayson over and backs up to where the corner with the table is. He stands with his back facing the corner, then puts a standing head scissors on Starr. He quickly flips him up like a powerbomb, but then drops down to the ground and pushes Jayson backward, sending Jayson crashing face-first through the table in the corner!!]

Jeff: What a move!

[Jayson's head barely missed the steel turnbuckle, but he still falls to the ground. Trey then stands up, and hops out the ring once again.]

Jeff: ...the hell is Trey doing NOW?!

[The crowd cheers as Trey lifts up the apron and slides out ANOTHER table!! He slides it in the ring, then climbs back in. Jayson is up, leaning against the turnbuckle for support. Trey ignores Jayson for the moment and walks over and sets the table up. He then walks over and picks the ladder up, then starts setting THAT up.]

Tim: What's Trey up to? This isn't a ladder match.

[As Trey's setting the ladder up, Jayson approaches him. Trey finishes with the ladder, then Jayson catches him with a right hand. He grabs a handful of Trey's hair, and drags him around the ladder. He picks up the steel sheet, then smacks it across Trey's head. Trey continues to stand, but is now dizzy. Jayson grabs Trey, and lays him on top of the set-up table. He then looks up at the ladder, and then looks at the crowd and grins evily.]

Tim: Uh oh... Jayson's got something planned here..

[Starr walks back around the ladder, and starts climbing it. About halfway up, Trey rolls off the table, and starts climbing the other side of the ladder.]

Jeff: Here comes Trey!

[Jayson reaches the top, then looks down.. and to his surprise, sees Trey coming up. Trey reaches the top also, and the two start trading punches back and forth. The ladder starts to wobble back and forth from all the movement.]

Tim: That ladder doesn't look like it's gonna stay up there for much longer!

[True to word, as the two continue fighting.. the ladder falls out from under them. But, while Trey and Jayson fall down, Trey manages to quickly pull Jayson to him and grab him in a front face lock and hook his arms. They crash through the table below, as Trey hits an outstanding double arm DDT!!!!!]

Tim: OH MY GOD!!!! FLASH OF PAIN OFF THE LADDER THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

Jeff: What the hell?!!!

[Slowly, Trey moves from the rubble and rolls Jayson over and lays overtop of him.]

1!!!!

2!!!!

3!!!!

Tim: What a F'N match!!!!!!

Jeff: This match had to have just made HWF history!!

["The World is Not Enough" hits the PA again, and the crowd cheers.]

Tim: Unbelievable!!! Michael Trey is going to the semi-finals!!

Announcer: Here is your winner, advancing to the King of Violence semi-finals..... Michael Trey!!!!!

Jeff: This match is without-a-doubt, one to remember!

John Justice vs. Howitzer - 4 Pits of Pain Match

Tim: This is the semi-finals for the King of Violence, and we've got little John Justice facing off against Howitzer!

Jeff: Not only that, but this is a MODIFIED 4 Pits of Pain match. Instead of the normal pits of razors, tacks, fluorescent bulbs, and rubbing alcohol, we've got rusty nails, burning coals, busted glass, and a 10 foot x 6 foot and 8 foot deep pool of salt water!

Tim: This is just insane. These men have been through hell and back tonight so far, and now they're getting into the ring for THIS?!

[Take My Scars's intro hits the speakers and the opening squeal riff plays. Faintly over the top of the intro, helicopter noises and explosions are heard. The bass guitar run rolls down and the helicopter and explosions get louder until Rob Flynn (Machine Head lead singer) yells to signal the start. When this happens Howitzer walks out with no-facial emotion accompanied by Shrapnel. Stopping at the start of the ring to get psyched a bit, and loosen up, before rolling under the rope and walking across the ring, before climbing the ropes and taking a seat on top of the top turnbuckle to await the opponent. While Shrapnel just follows behind looking around at the crowd.]

Tim: Howitzer has been a machine tonight, but his opponent has really been displaying a lot of heart as well.

["Hot Boys, Hot Girls" hits the speakers and John Justice walks out to a cheering crowd. He walks down the aisle and jumps on the apron then grabs the top rope and flips over. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and throws his arms up to hear the crowd cheers.]

Jeff: He's TINY!

Tim: What?

Jeff: He kinda looks like a bay-buh...

Tim: What?!

Jeff [yelling]: Come here, I'm gonna eat ya!

Tim: You're certifiably, most definitely...

Jeff: A PERFECT Fat Bastard?

Tim: Well, maybe the bastard part.

Jeff: Tim, you should know by now that I'm Jeff, "The Studmuffin Supreme, cause I Make All The Ladies Scream" Robinson, the host of this show, and your higher-up.

Tim: WHAT?!

[The bell rings, bringing the two out of their babbling. Howitzer and John Justice circle each other, trying to decide some strategy. Howitzer keeps trying to grab ahold of Justice, but wisely, Justice keeps his distance.]

Jeff: The little man has got to use his quickness.

[Howitzer finally grabs ahold of Justice and wrings his arm. Justice deftly counters, flipping three times and knocking Howitzer's feet out from under him.]

Tim: This is exactly what we were talking about, Jeff.

[Howitzer gets back up and grabs Justice, whipping him into the ropes. Justice comes back, but Howitzer ducks to the mat. Justice puts the brakes on, as Howitzer gets up, taunting the crowd. Howitzer turns and gets nailed by a springboard moonsault!]

Jeff: Howitzer has got to slow JJ down, or this is over soon.

[JJ picks up Howitzer and kicks him back towards the ropes. JJ continues nailing Howitzer with punches and kicks as he leans against the ropes nearest the pit of broken glass.]

Tim: JJ might get the big man over!

Jeff: I don't know Tim, it's a little early...

[As Jeff says this, Howitzer ducks a running attack, back body dropping JJ over the ropes into the glass! You hear JJ scream loudly as the glass slices his clothing open and his back. He rolls out of the pit, and glass drops off him to the floor, his back open and bleeding.]

Tim: Oh god, Justice is cut bad.

Jeff: I can't believe Chaz sanctioned this thing!

[Howitzer slides to the outside and picks Justice up and drags his head over to the steps, slamming him face first down on the steel. He pulls Justice over to the nearest pit, the pit of burning coals. You can hear the coals sizzle as Justice and Howitzer stand nearby. Howitzer nails Justice in the gut and picks him up to attempt the Gattling Gun (Inverted K-Driller) into the coals Justice kicks and manages to slide out onto his feet, and hits Howitzer with a high flipping dropkick, knocking Howitzer onto his back on the coals!]

Tim: Justice just saved his chances with that counter, Jeff.

Jeff: Damn little guy is quick!

[Howitzer's eyes get big as the coals burn his back, arms, and legs. The front rows can smell the scent of burning hair and flesh as Howitzer rolls off the coals real fast. JJ is still stumbling around, as his cuts begin to bleed less. He reaches into the crowd and grabs a steel chair.]

Jeff: Justice is getting hardcore. I'm impressed!

Tim: He's always said that he's good for a little guy.

Jeff: You think I listen to him?

Tim: Do you listen to anyone?

Jeff: Uh... shut up Tim.

[JJ waits for Howitzer to get up, and he levels him with the steel chair as a loud THUD rings through the arena. JJ slides into the ring with the chair and climbs the turnbuckle, yelling to the crowd to get a reaction.]

Tim: Justice, we are cleared for takeoff.

Jeff: Lame...

[Justice tosses the chair down onto Howitzer, and then yells. He dives off into a 450 Splash right onto Howitzer's chest, the chair in-between them! The crowd can hear a nasty crunch as the sound of ribs meeting steel sounds out. JJ winces, but stays on him for the cover.]

[1... 2... SHOULDER UP!]

Jeff: Whoa, VERY close pinfall there by the little man!

[JJ slaps the ground in anger, getting up. He throws the chair aside and pulls Howitzer to his feet, dragging him to the other side of the ring. They're near the pool of salt water now, as Justice rams Howitzer into the pole. Justice sees Howitzer stunned and climbs to the apron. He paces to the other end and gets a running start. He jumps off onto Howitzer's shoulders for a hurricanrana, but Howitzer holds onto JJ!]

Jeff: Damn, JJ's in a bad spot now.

[Howitzer turns toward the salt water pool and jumps into a sit-down powerbomb, right into the water! Both men scream as the salt burns their cuts, bruises, and burns! Howitzer gets out and pulls JJ with him. Howitzer makes the cover.]

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

Tim: JJ just barely kicked out of that one. That water is obviously hurting like hell.

[Howitzer gets up and kicks JJ right in the head, knocking him back into the pool. Howitzer goes to look underneath the ring.]

Tim: Time to go into the little arsenal.

[Howitzer comes out with a pool cue. By now, JJ is out of the pool. Howitzer winds up with the pool cue, baseball style, but JJ ducks and spits salt water into Howitzer's face! Howitzer is momentarily blinded, and JJ grabs his head, dropping him with a swinging neckbreaker.]

Jeff: JJ just refuses to give up.

Tim: Yeah, but how long can he resist this onslaught?

[Justice runs to the timekeeper's table, grabbing the bell and hammer.]

Ring Announcer: Hey! That's mine!

Tim: What an idiot. We need a new ring announcer.

Jeff: Yeah, some hot blonde!

Tim: For once, you make sense.

[Justice comes back to Howitzer, who already is crawling to his knees. Justice drops the bell in front of Howitzer's face and climbs onto him, doing a back mounted chokehold. He drives Howitzer's face right onto the bell, and then uses the hammer to ring the bell!]

Tim: This is just getting freaky and desperate now.

Jeff: Hey, win any way you can. This is the King of Violence tourney, Tim. Besides the World Title, this seems to be the most coveted title right now!

[Justice rings the bell once, twice, three times more before getting off of Howitzer. He drops the bell to the ground and goes to the to announce tables. He rips a monitor out from the Spanish Announce table and pulls it over towards Howitzer.]

Tim: What the hell?

[JJ waits for Howitzer to get up. JJ runs at Howitzer, nailing him square in the face with the screen! The glass shatters and digs into Howitzer's forehead, slicing him open. Howitzer drops to the ground, grabbing at his face. JJ stands over him and spikes the monitor into Howitzer's chest!]

Jeff: This guy is vicious!

Tim: King of Violence. Violence Person...

Jeff: You can stop hyping the pay-per-view, Tim... it's already ON.

Tim: I hate you.

[Howitzer rolls over, moving the monitor off of him. Meanwhile, JJ stumbles towards the last unused pit, the pit of rusty nails. He gets a table out from under the ring and sets it unopened over the pit, which dips down a bit, so the table is balancing over the pit. He thinks about it a moment, and then stacks another table up onto that!]

Tim: Justice is up to something.

[Howitzer is up and comes after Justice. Justice ducks a huge kick from Howitzer, and rakes his eyes. Howitzer stumbles backwards, but turns back in time to see Justice coming at him. Howitzer grabs JJ and lifts him up onto his shoulder. Howitzer walks towards the tables, but Justice once again slithers off and avoids the move.]

Jeff: Tough little man.

Tim: Apparently.

[Justice backs up and jumps, grabbing Howitzer and nailing him with a tornado DDT! He hops up and picks Howitzer up by the head. He rolls him up onto the second table, the one set up.]

Tim: Big move coming here, I can tell!

Jeff: But does Howitzer have enough to roll off the tables?

[JJ slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. He's at an angle, but he waves his arms to get the crowd going. He raises his arms, and leaps off into an AMAZING reverse Shooting Star Press leg drop! The crowd goes nuts for the move as Justice drops the leg onto Howitzer, busting through both tables and into the pit! Both men lay exhausted in the carnage, but JJ reaches over an arm for the pin attempt.]

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

Tim: Yes! Justice wins it!

Jeff: That was an absolutely insane and amazing move by Justice!

Tim: Justice is in the finals!

[The music video for "The Real Slim Shady" by Eminem is played while the ring is cleared.]

Jeff: Damn that Michael Trey. Fans, we've got to pause as the ring crew preps the ring for this next match, since Michael Trey got his special stipulation match approved by President Manson.

[The ring crew is vigorously working in the background as Tim begins to speak.]

Tim: Fans, we've now got a matchup with quite a bit of history here. The Saint vs. Michael Trey. Two incredibly hardcore men: Michael Trey, who has been called a pyromaniac for all his fire-involving matches. The Saint, who disappeared from the HWF in a Boston Deathmatch only to return, more freaky
than ever. Not only that, but the Saint appeared in Michael Trey's federation, the SWF, at the Power Struggle pay-per-view!

[The footage rolls, first of The Saint hanging in the Boston Deathmatch. Then of Vicious Vic passing his Vicious legacy to The Saint, and the Saint disappearing. Onto quick clips of Michael in the Bridge Over Hell and Gates Of Hell matches. Then a clip from SWF's Power Struggle, after Michael has defeated SiN DoGG for SWF control... The Saint appears mystically. Then we see Saint's re-emergence last week at Monstrosity. Finally, the clips end.]

Jeff: Just tonight, The Saint has eliminated Michael's brother, Blake Frost, from this tourney! How pissed off do you think Michael is?

Tim: And now, word from the back is that this match is Michael Trey's newest innovation. The "Burn In Hell" match.

Jeff: What the f...

Tim: Watch it, Jeff.

Jeff: Well, where does Michael Trey get off making a stipulation match, let alone a "Burn In Hell" match!

Tim: Chaz approved it, so quit your bitchin'. Now, here's the insane stipulations for this match. The crowd has been pushed back to make room. Our ring had to be torn down and sprayed underneath with chemicals to prevent it from catching fire. This is a modified Gates of Hell matchup. The Gates of Hell setup is used, but underneath, the fire isn't lit. Instead, the lion's den below is full of gasoline, lighting fluid, C4 explosive, all of which is just WAITING for the slightest flame to set it off. Up in the ring, there are lit torches 3 feet high in each corner, the ring ropes are on fire, and hell, there's plenty of gas and lighting fluid inside the ring too! The object? To set your opponent on fire and throw him through the gates, thereby lighting the inescapable prison of fire.

Jeff: This... is... nuts.

[The torches get lit as the lights in arena fade to black. Then on the HWF Tron, you see the Saint high above the Roxy in Boston, Mass. Crucified upon the cross with blood covering his body. "Pisschrist" by Fear Factory begins to play. The HWF Tron now fades to black for a two seconds, then in purple writing, you see the phrase, "Beware the Shadows of Dusk" flash on the screen. As the song kicks in, the screen flashes to a setting sun and purple lights began to flash about the arena. Now on the screen are clips of the Boston Deathmatch. The clips are of the Saint being beaten badly by Burton Alder showing about ten clips over and over extremely fast. Then all of a sudden it all stops. The flashing lights, the HWF Tron, all stop and go right to black. The arena is all in blackness for 5 seconds. Then a single spotlight shines down on the Saint. He stands just through the entryway with his black baseball bat on his shoulders and his arms over it. His face is covered by his frosted blonde hair and he has a barbwire crown upon his
head. He is wearing black and white camo cut off shorts, with a green and yellow Sepultura shirt with the sleeves cut off. As he stands there, you hear part of the chorus of the A Perfect Circle song "Judith" play. "He did it all for you." Then it goes right to the end of "Pisschrist". The phrase, "Where is your savior now?" is said ove and over as he makes his way down to the ring with the bat still on his shoulders. The back of his shirt says, "What were you thinking...What a wonderful world...YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT!" He gets to the den and takes the bat off his shoulders and climbs up the ladder, to the ring above. He stands in the middle of the ring and does the Jesus Christ pose as the arena goes black again. Then they come back on and the Saint waits for his opponent, Michael Trey.]

Tim: This guy is absolutely scary.

Jeff: Get nightmares, Tim?

Tim: Shove it, Jeff.

["The World Is Not Enough" slowly fades in, as the lights dim to near dark. As the music continues towards the chorus, you see Michael finally enter the arena from backstage. Silver laser lights race around the entrance area and finally center on Trey, who is very solemn and waits with his head down.
Instead of the candle from the week before, he now holds a small torch. The chorus begins and Michael whips the torch above his head, and HUGE explosions erupt, as the HWF-tron lights on fire again! The silver laser lights begin to flicker and fly around all over. Michael lowers his arms and walks towards the ring, climbing the ladder and setting his torch in the corner before the bell rings.]

Jeff: Michael is so very calm here. There's enough explosive and fiery materials in the ring and below that this whole place might explode!

Tim: The entire crowd has already been moved away from harm's way, but what about Michael and The Saint?

Jeff: We'll see, Tim. We'll see.

[The two men turn to each other in a long stare down. Michael and The Saint move towards each other, merely looking deep into each other's eyes. As Michael nears The Saint, he pauses... and sticks out his hand!]

Jeff: You've got to be kidding me. What the hell is going on?

Tim: I'm not sure Jeff.

[Saint looks at Michael, then at his hand. He warily takes ahold of Michael's outstretched hand and shakes it. Both men nod and then get ready to fight.]

Tim: I think these two have some sort of mutual respect! Or at least Michael does. Maybe it's for the pain they share. I'm not sure. All I know is that this match is underway and they sure as hell aren't showing any mercy right now!

[Michael swings at The Saint, who blocks. The Saint comes back with a right, and another, and another, backing Michael against the flaming ropes. He swings Michael in the opposite direction and on the return, Saint wraps around and drops Michael to the mat with a reverse DDT.]

Jeff: Nice move by The Saint here. These two are fairly evenly matched, as Michael has two inches on Saint, but Saint has the weight advantage by 18 pounds. Saint has to beat Trey at his own game here.

[Saint grabs ahold of Michael to lift him up, but Michael pushes Saint's arms away and kicks him in the gut. Saint is leaned over, and Michael backs up to attempt a drop kick to Saint's head. In the nick of time, Saint grabs Michael's legs and throws him down to the mat.]

Tim: Saint is holding up well early.

[Saint backs up to a corner and jumps onto the second turnbuckle. He jumps off, dropping a leg onto Michael's throat. Trey grabs his throat, rolling on the ground. The Saint goes to his corner and grabs the bat he carried in with him. He goes to Michael, laying on the ground, and pulls him up. He jabs him in the gut to bend him over, then takes a HUGE golf swing, cracking the bat across Trey's chest!]

Tim: Holy SHIT that was loud!

Jeff: Vicious, very...

[Michael is now standing straight, and The Saint winds up again, but Michael ducks as Saint spins around and locks in a full nelson and lifts him up, dropping him into a sitdown butt drop (ala Buh Buh Dudley)! Michael quickly flips The Saint over and sits down, locking in a camel clutch.]

Tim: Saint is in trouble now Jeff. That one slip up has turned this match around.

[Michael cranks and cranks on the hold, trying to get the Saint to pass out. Saint begins to rock back and forth, and Michael begins to wince a bit each time.]

Jeff: I think Michael's ribs are still sore from that baseball bat shot he took earlier.

Tim: Saint needs to capitalize on that.

Jeff: Why the hell else would I say it?!

[After a few more seconds, Michael is forced to let go of the hold. He stands up as Saint rolls onto his back. Michael goes to the edge of the ring and grabs one of the containers of gasoline. He opens it and smiles, grinning evilly ear to ear.]

Tim: Oh hell... here comes the cookout.

[Michael walks over top of Saint with the open container. He begins to pour it onto Saint, but Saint quickly kicks the container back into Michael's face! Michael sputters and the gas drops to the mat, spilling a little bit on the canvas. Michael turns back to the Saint, rubbing his eyes, and the Saint quickly grabs him and nails him with the "Lookaway DDT" (Implant DDT)!]

Jeff: That's his Lookaway DDT!

Tim: Saint is back in it here, now that Michael got hit with that gas.

[The Saint takes the bat over to Michael again and begins choking him out with it. Michael grabs ahold of the bat, and slowly he manages to get some space to breathe. He gets to his feet as the two men are still pushing against each other. Michael finally headbutts The Saint and grabs the bat. He reaches back and thunderously breaks the bat over the Saint's skull!]

Jeff: Holy shit!

[The Saint staggers back, drops to a knee. His eyes roll around a moment, but he finally stands, never falling. Michael's eyes get HUGE, unbelieving that the Saint didn't fall. Michael goes to a corner and grabs the big metal torch, lifting it up out of the turnbuckle.]

Jeff: Saint is one tough guy, but Michael is going after the fire now.

[The torch is about 3 feet long, the flame at the end. It's pure steel. Michael flips it over and pounds the flame out on the mat!]

Tim: Michael just put out the flame!

Jeff: Why'd he do that?!

[The Saint is now back to his feet and staggering at Michael. Michael turns and takes a wide swing with the unlit torch, but Saint ducks. Michael swings again, but this time Saint is ready, grabbing the torch out of his hands. Saint kicks Michael and then hits him on the back with the torch. Michael falls to the mat face down, and Saint flips him over before climbing the corner which the torch was taken from. He climbs and stands on the top, holding the torch on his shoulders and his arms on top of that. He dives off, nailing a senton bomb Jeff Hardy style, or a "swanton" bomb. As he flips and lands, the torch is behind his head and hits Michael in the chest!]

Tim: A huge swan dive senton bomb, with a torch! DAAAAAAMN!

[The Saint flinches as he lands, but crawls to a corner with a gas can. He pulls it over and opens it. He pours it all over Michael with a sinister laugh, covering him. Once he's finished drenching Michael he grins and pours the gasoline all over himself as well!]

Tim: This man is sick.

Jeff: But he's WINNNING!

[He drops to the mat and locks in the "Shadows Of Dusk" (armbar and arm scissors, the Rings Of Saturn) on Michael, making Michael yell in pain. Trey screams, louder and louder.]

Jeff: Trey is in serious pain.

Tim: Saint has got that "Shadows Of Dusk" locked in and isn't letting up.

[Michael begins to slump over, gradually. The crowd begins to chant loudly "H-W-F, H-W-F" and "MICH-AEL, MICH-AEL". Trey begins to gain a little bit of life, just enough to begin backing The Saint towards the torch which Michael brought with him, still sitting in the corner!]

Tim: Michael is awake and has a plan.

Jeff: Saint doesn't even realize it!

Tim: I don't think he's worried about that. Michael is stuck in his finisher.

[Michael gradually backs The Saint up, squirming towards the corner. Suddenly, Saint touches the torch and WOOSH! Saint lets go and is engulfed in flames! Saint gets up and stumbles around. Michael gets up slowly and clumsily nails Saint with a superkick!]

Tim: Saint is down and on fire!

Jeff: He's just totally burning up here! If this isn't ended soon, someone's going to be retired!

[Michael drags him onto the gate over the den, careful to avoid getting lit on fire.]

Tim: What can Trey be thinking, dragging him onto the gate?

[Michael goes to another corner and removes the torch, tossing it down into the den! The gasoline below lights, beginning to creep towards the containers of gas and C4. He climbs up and makes a throat slitting motion.]

Jeff: This is it?!

Tim: Lights Out coming up!

[Michael screams "LIGHTS OUT", the crowd yelling with him. The lights cut out. All you see is a flaming body inside the ring and the small patch of fire growing below. Suddenly you hear the impact and see Michael light on fire. As Michael hits, the gates creak open. Simultaneously, you see the entire den blast with fire and you see someone drop down into it!]

Jeff: What the hell?

Tim: Who fell?!

[The lights come back on, and no one is in the ring!]

Tim: They both fell into the inferno!

[Slowly, something is moving near the gates. Michael Trey slowly pulls himself up with his arms, and slides back onto the mat, exhausted and on fire!]

Tim: MICHAEL TREY HELD ON!!!

Jeff: How the FUCK did he do that?!

Ring Announcer: The winner of the Burn In Hell match, advancing to the finals in the King of Violence tournament... MICHAEL TREY!

[The medics quickly climb the ladder, and spray Michael down to put out the flames. They begin attending to him, but he gets to his feet and limps around a few moments, finally climbing down the ladder and up the ramp. As the medics begin to spray down the den, the lights go out once again. Explosions rock the ring area from the C4 inside the den!]

Tim: The Saint is still in there! Damnit, get some help in there and get the lights back on!

[On the HWF Tron, you see the Saint high above the Roxy in Boston, Mass, crucified upon the cross with blood covering his body. "Pisschrist" by Fear Factory begins to play. Now, over top of The Saint's image, in purple writing, you see the phrase, "Beware the Shadows of Dusk" flash on the screen.]

Jeff: What the hell is going on?

[A spotlight turns on, pointing up in the rafters. The crowd gasps... as The Saint steps into the light! Over the speakers, in a quiet and eerie tone, The Saint's voice rings out.]

The Saint: Beware the Shadows of Dusk, Michael. You may have won this match, Trey, but you can't win against me. You must realize that I am the Way. Prepare for Salvation!

[The spotlight shuts off, and the crowd goes silent. The lights come back up, and the crowd ERUPTS... The Saint has disappeared from the arena!]

Tim: Both of these guys are drained completely.

Jeff: Ok... this is supposed to be a Desert Death Match... I see no desert.

(A ring crewmember climbs into the ring and tells both men something, as the men clear the ring. More crewmembers come to the ring placing large cacti in each corner. Then, a loud pop is heard as nearly a ton of sand is dropped from the rafters, covering the mat!)

Jeff: Ah, here we go.

(Michael Trey and John Justice look at each other from across the ring and both climb into the ring. The bell sounds as the two trample over the sand and come together. Michael Trey connects with a right hand, rocking John Justice backwards. Trey charges but the sand slows him down, allowing Justice to catch him with a spinning heel kick. JJ then gets up and catapults himself onto the top rope and springboards backwards, connect with a hanging moonsault! He holds the cover. 1...KICKOUT)

Tim: John Justice realizes he is in a match with one of the biggest names in this organization and he's pulling out all the stops.

(Justice goes to the corner, grabbing ahold of the cactus pot and tosses it on top of Trey. Trey doesn't really flinch as the needles haven't had much force behind them. Justice runs to the turnbuckle the cactus was in, climbing to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off, hitting a guillotine leg drop onto the cactus and Michael Trey!!! Both men yell in pain, Justice holding his thigh.)

Jeff: Holy crap!

Tim: Those are real cacti, fans. No plastic plants here.

Jeff: I once fell into my grandmother's cactus... scarred me for life.

(Trey rolls over, getting the cactus off of him. Justice slowly gets to his feet, using the ropes as an aid. He says something to Tasha, and she grabs a steel chair and hands it to him. He turns around, right into the boot of Michael Trey with a superkick, nailing the chair into JJ's face! The chair flies into the corner as Trey dives on top of JJ. 1...2-KICKOUT)

Tim: He kicked that chair right into the face of John Justice!

(Michael Trey picks Justice up and applies a side waistlock. He lifts him up and connects with a gut-wrench powerbomb onto the cactus!!! JJ bellows in pain, desperately trying to get off the cactus. JJ rolls off as Michael Trey gets to his feet. Trey grabs the chair from the corner and sets it up as if to sit on it, then goes back to JJ. As Trey begins to lift him up, JJ hits a low blow. Trey keels over as Justice takes his head in a front face lock and climbs backwards onto the second rope and springs off, spinning around, and hits a tornado DDT onto the chair!! The chair dents on impact as the fans chant, "JUS-TICE! JUS-TICE!")

Tim: Tornado DDT onto the steel chair!

Jeff: Trey is out of it!

(Justice dives on Trey for the cover. 1...2...KICKOUT!)

Jeff: So close!

(Justice is completely fatigued as he brings Michael Trey to his feet once more. Justice grabs his arm and whips him into the cactus in the corner, falling down from whipping him so hard. Trey also falls down when he impacts the cactus and turnbuckle, with the cactus stuck to his shirt.)

Tim: John Justice is giving it his all.

Jeff: Well, it's not like Michael Trey is trying to lose, idiot.

(Justice grabs Michael and pulls him up to his feet. Justice kicks Trey in the stomach and quickly hooks both of his arms with his head between his legs and leaps back and hits a pedigree into the sand!)

Tim: Pedigree!

(1...2...KICKOUT!!!)

Jeff: Ahh! SLOW COUNT!

Tim: John Justice almost had this match!

(Justice gets up, looking a bit frustrated. He grabs the chair and slams it down across the back of Michael Trey. He drops the chair on the back of the head of Trey, then begins to navigate his way to the top rope. JJ then leaps off and connects with a flying elbow drop to the chair!!! He covers. 1...2...3, NO!!! KICKOUT!!!)

Tim: Awww!

Jeff: Another slow count!

Tim: I don't think so, Jeff.

Jeff: C'mon, are you BLIND?! John Justice should already be in the back, celebrating his victory!

(Justice rolls to the outside and tosses up the ring curtain, to a pop from the crowd. Justice pulls out a table and slides it between the ropes, into the ring. JJ then climbs back into the ring and begins to set up the table. He positions the table in the center of the ring then rolls Michael Trey onto the table. JJ goes to the corner, pulling out a fresh cactus. He places it on top of Trey's body then goes to the turnbuckle, beginning his ascent. As he reaches the top, he leaps backwards, connecting with a corkscrew moonsault to the cactus, Trey, and the table!!! The rubble goes everywhere with both men yelling pain.)
Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

(JJ slowly crawls onto Trey... 1...2...3!!!!)

Jeff: Yes! Yes! John Justice is the new King of Violence champion!!!

(As the fans go nuts for Justice, "A Little Crazy" by Fight hits the PA. Chaz Manson steps out from the back, carrying a silk bag. He slowly gets to the ring and helps JJ up, before being handed a microphone.)

Chaz: Fans, this night was in commemoration of the HWF violence over the years... So, would you please help me in congratulating the...NEW KING OF VIOLENCE CHAMPION...JOHN...JUSTICE!!!

(The fans cheer as Chaz pulls out a new, shiny belt and hands it to a worn out Justice. He takes it from Chaz and looks at it for a second, then raises it in the air for the crowd.)

Tim: What a moment! John Justice is the first King of Violence champion!

(The music video for "Brackish" by Kittie plays as the ring is cleared.)

[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 reachers 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 infront of himself.]

Jeff: This match is gonna be good.

Tim: The cage has now began its decent and is on its way down.

[The lights go out and then begin to flicker purple and silver above the ring and the crowd roars into an array of cheers. Posters are being held up all over the arena and then the lights go pitch black once again. Steam rises from the entrance way and "Big Pimpin" by Jay-Z starts over the PA system at a sold-out HWF Arena. The crowd is roaring and the whole arena turns silver and purple with a silver spotlight searching the arena. It stops in front of the curtains and new HWF superstar Chris Goings is standing with his hands up in the air. He strikes them down with serious speed and purple, black, and silver streamers fly from the rafters almost piercing the ears of everyone in the arena. He runs towards the ring and slides under the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and climbs to one turnbuckle raising his hands in the air to a standing ovation. The music slowly fades out.]

Jeff: The Chris is ready for action!

Tim: [mumbles] ....what a mark....

Jeff: What was that?!

Tim: I said you're a goddamn mark!

Jeff: Oh, just checking....

[The cage finally touches down, as the crowd cheers. The bell rings, and Frost and Goings go right after each other. Trading punches back and forth for quite some time.. then finally Frost starts to get the advantage and begins knocking Chris back. He then lands a monster right hand, and Goings gets knocked up against the cage.. making it rattle on impact. Goings drops back down to the mat and drops to his knees. Frost starts to pick him up, but Chris lands a shot to the groin.]

Jeff: Ooh! Frost won't be having any little icecicles after that shot.

Tim: You've been in that Exstacy again, haven't you?

Jeff: Hey Hey HEY! Keep it down man.....

Tim: [sighs]

[Frost drops to the ground, and Goings starts laying punches to his back. He picks Blake up and then slams his face up against the steel cage, bouncing him off of it. Goings lets him drop to the floor then walks across the ring and raises his arms for the crowd, he gets a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. He then goes back across the ring, as Frost starts to stir.. and Goings gets up on the second turnbuckle and raises his arms for the crowd again, recieving the same reaction. Just then, Frost gets to his feet and sees his chance. He quickly runs up, hops onto the top rope next to Goings, kicks off the cage, grabs Chris' head in an inverted headlock.. and falls to the mat hitting a reverse DDT!]

Jeff: Wow! What a move!

Tim: Nice reverse DDT off the second rope. Hey, wait a minute.. I thought you were rooting for.."The Chris"??

Jeff: Huh? Oh.. yeah.. uhh.... Boo!! Get him Chris!!!

Tim: You're sad...

[Frost quickly gets to his feet, as Goings holds his head in pain. Frost grabs Goings' head and picks him up again. He grabs his arm and whips him to the ropes. When Goings comes back, Frost attempts a clothesline that Goings ducks... Frost turns around and gets LEVELED by a strong clothesline by Goings.]

Jeff: Yeah! The Chris ain't down yet!

[Goings quickly turns Frost over, and locks on a Crippler Crossface. Frost doesn't scream, but he does have a look of pain on his face. Goings pulls back on the hold harder, as Frost grits his teeth.. starting to feel the effects of the move. Finally, Chris releases the hold.. knowing he can't win like that. He walks over to the cage, and raises his arms for the fans. He recieves a mixed reaction once again, then starts to climb the cage.]

Jeff: The Chris is gonna win!

Tim: No... Wait a minute... Frost is getting to his feet!

[Sure enough, Blake Frost has gotten to his feet. He's highly favoring his left arm, but he starts to pursue Goings. Wincing in pain every step of the way, Frost starts to quickly climb the cage after Chris. Goings finally reaches the top of the cage, but now so has Frost. Goings swings at Frost, but Frost ducks it.. and clotheslines him but holding on while dropping back into the ring, nailing a reverse bulldog off the top of the cage!!]

Tim: Oh my god!!

Jeff: He killed The Chris!!!!

Tim: Why do I have to be stuck with the morons.... why??

[The crowd cheers loudly as both men lay out in the center of the ring. The crowd start chanting "HWF" repeatedly throughout the arena, trying to get the two athletes up. Finally, Frost starts to stir.. and slowly rise to his feet. The crowd cheers for him, and he stumbles around some.. trying to get his bearings. He leans up against the ropes, and finally regains his composure. Goings slowly starts to get up, and makes it to his hands and knees. Frost goes over to him, and applies a standing head scissors. He wraps his arms around Chris' waist and lifts him up. Goings then starts to rapidly punch at Frost's head.. attempting to make him drop him. Well, Goings got what he wanted. As Frost shakes off the attacks and drops him HARD to the mat with a gigantic powerbomb!]

Tim: Goddamn!! I felt the arena shake when he hit that!!

Jeff: Oh you did not.

Tim: Shut the hell up!

[Frost gets on top of Goings and starts rapidly laying right hands to his face while holding his head. He stands up, and Goings grabs his foot and trips him to the ground. Goings gets up, and Frost starts to stand up also. Chris starts hitting shots to Frost's head, knocking him to the ground, then Frost lands a hit in Goings' gut and he doubles-over. Frost gets to his feet then backs up and bounces off the ropes. He runs at Goings and clotheslines, but Chris ducks it and applies a rear waist lock.]

Jeff: Uh oh!! It's time for The Chrisplexes!

Tim: The Chrisplexes???

Jeff: Get with the times Tim.

Jeff: Oh brother.

[Chris goes for the imfamous triad of german suplexes. He brings Frost over, but Frost flips out and lands on his feet. He quickly reaches down and grabs Goings in an inverted facelock and stands him up. Frost then spins Goings over and drops down into a modified 3/4 turn neckbreaker!]

Jeff: Hey! Frost reversed The Chrisplexes! He cheated!

Tim: Can you PLEASE.. stop wasting oxygen by talking?

[Frost lays on the ground, tired out. Goings is rolling around on the ground, holding his throat. Chris starts coughing, then finally stands up. Frost starts to rise also, and Goings charges him and then grabs his hair and smacks his head into the cage.]

Tim: Right into the cage!

[Goings pulls Frost down, and locks a standing head scissisors, he pulls him up and lands a piledriver right onto Frost's head. Frost's head bounces off the mat on impact, and Goings leaves him there and stands up. He staggers around for a while, before pointing to the cage. The crowd cheers, and he walks over and grabs onto the cage. He stands there for a moment, getting his bearings.. then starts acending the cage.]

Tim: Goings is going for the win again.

Jeff: Climb Chris... climb!

[Frost starts to stir. He slowly uses the ropes to stand, as Goings almost reaches the top. Frost looks up and sees Chris almost at the top of the cage, and starts to climb too. Chris Goings sees him, and starts to try to kick him off. Frost is getting hit, but refuses to let go. Goings says forget it, and reaches the top. Frost persues him, and reaches near the top. Goings grabs Frost's head and pulls him up, then lifts him up over his head.]

Jeff: What the hell is The Goingsanator doing?!

Tim: The F'N GOINGSANATOR now?!!

Jeff: Hey, you dissin' the POW's many names?

Tim: Hell yeah I am!

Jeff: Tim... YOU'RE LEFT!

Tim: [sighs] Someone kill me.... kill me now....

[The crowd cheers wildly as Goings holds Frost up in the air. He shifts towards the outer side of the cage, then jumps off.. and nails a powerbomb on Frost to the outside!!!!]

Tim: OH MY GOD!!!! Chris Goings may have just killed Frost!!

Jeff: Goings retains the Hardcore title!!!

[Ding, Ding, Ding!]

Tim: Dammit!

Announcer: Your winner... and **STILL** HWF Hardcore Champion.... Chris Goings!!!!!

["Big Pimpin" hits the PA again. The crowd gives a mixed reaction of cheers and boos, as Goings drops to the ground in pain as he hits the floor, possibly from landing wrong and twisting his ankle. An official at ringside goes over to the timekeeper's table and begins talking with two other officials.]

Tim: What's going on?

Jeff: I haven't the slightest....

[The music dies, and Goings hobbles over to the timekeeper's table and grabs the Hardcore Title. He starts to walk away, and the announcer grabs the mic..]

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen... there has been a mistake...

Jeff: Huh?!

Announcer: ...the rules were, that the first person to touch the outside floor wins. Apparently, Frost's back hit the floor before Goings' feet. So now, your winner... and **NEW** HWF Hardcore Champion....

[The crowd explodes into cheers!]

Announcer: ......Blake Frost!!!!!!!

Tim: Alright!!

Jeff: Wait, that's not fair!!!!

["Hell's Bells" explodes onto the speakers throughout the arena. Goings is furious and enraged as the official takes the Hardcore belt away from him. The official walks over and awards it to Frost, who is now standing. Frost leans up against the cage to brace himself and raises the belt into the air, and the crowd erupts. Frost slowly starts to make his way to the back, as Goings stands at the timekeeper's table, arguing with them.]

Tim: What a great turn of events!

Jeff: That sucked!!

Tim: Oh will you please shut the hell up for ONCE?!!!

Jeff: No, dammit! The Chris was screwed!!

Tim: We're just about set up for the tag title match here.

Jeff: Damn Howitzer and Shrapnel. Now we've got these crazy f'n stips for this Hell Above High Water match.

Tim: We might as well lay it out, for the fans at home. Both members of the team start on the cage. The ring is surrounded with tables, double stacked. In order to be eliminated, you must go over the edge and into the tables. If you fall into the ring, you aren't gone. If you go over the edge, but don't fall, you can come back. Whatever team has the last man standing will win this match.

Warriors of the Rising Sun vs. Espionage vs. Magnum Force (c) - Hell above High Water Match

['Big in Japan' by The Guano Apes blares throughout the arena as the lights dim a bit. After a moment Jin and Tatsumi walk through the curtains, and pause on the stage. The pair are met with a small reaction,
some cheers, some boos. Jin and Tatsumi head to the cell and climb to the top. Jin goes to the center of the cell as Tatsumi goes to a corner edge. Jin puts on a martial arts display throw spinning kicks and punches as Tatsumi blows a large cloud of dark black smoke into the air. Jin goes to his corner and kneels, blessing himself as Tatsumi paces the cell. Jin stands and he and Tatsumi await their opponents.]

Tim: These guys have drawn quite a bit of heat for that sickle last week.

["Take My Scars" hits the speakers and the opening squeal riff plays. Faintly over the top of the intro helicopter noises and explosions heard. The bass guitar run rolls down and the helicopter and
explosions get louder until Rob Flynn (Machine Head lead singer) yells to signal the start. When this happens Howitzer walks out with no-facial emotion accompanied by Shrapnel. Stopping at the start of the cell to get psyched a bit and loosen up, they then climb the cell and walk across the cell top. Howitzer paces, staring at The Warriors, while Shrapnel just follows behind looking around at the crowd.]

Jeff: Espionage and The Warriors have no problems showing that there is some bad blood here.

Tim: Not as much as there is when you add in Magnum Force, the last team.

[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. Mike Javelin walks out the back with a purpose while "Violent" Vinny Vile comes out of the back with his red shades on. They walk to the cell, slapping fans' outstretched hands on the way. They climb the cell, and
once they reach the top, the bell rings.]

Jeff: Someone's gonna get hurt here Tim... I can feel it.

Tim: I have no doubt about that, Jeff.

[Vile, Howitzer, and Tatsumi all are obviously hurting, as they have gone through tourney matches already. Vinny Vile and Shrapnel immediately go after each other, as do Jin and Mike Javelin. Howitzer and Tatsumi look at each other for a moment, then go to help their teammates.]

Tim: I think this is some smart strategy here, Jeff.

Jeff: Cheap too. Get rid of one team, then they can fight it out.

[Vile ducks a clothesline by Shrapnel and punches him in the face. Howitzer comes in next, with a kick. Vile grabs Howitzer's leg and flips him back onto the cage.]

Jeff: Damn, Vile is a tough bastard.

[Meanwhile, Mike and Jin are exchanging punches rapidly. Tatsumi joins in, and the Warriors quickly have him in a precarious position, Tatsumi holding his arms and Jin laying in punches. Mike finally is let go, and he falls to the cell. Jin flips him onto his back, and the Warriors put Javelin into a ankle lock / armbar combo. Back to the other action, Howitzer and Shrapnel have taken over Vile. Howitzer picks him up and puts Vinny back onto the cell with a sitdown powerbomb, spiked by Shrapnel. Luckily, it's on one of
the metal supports and not the fencing, because they nearly go through down to the mat!]

Tim: Magnum Force is getting absolutely dismantled here, Jeff.

Jeff: This divide and conquer thing is working, but Espionage just about put
themselves through the cell!

[Shrapnel is punching out Vinny on the steel. Howitzer goes and kicks Tatsumi square in the face, getting him to remove the submission hold on Javelin! The thud gets a few moans from the crowd, but mostly cheers. Tatsumi gets to his feet slowly.]

Tim: Tatsumi is just spent after all the action tonight.

[Tatsumi staggers in the middle of the cell, and Howitzer nails him with a haymaker punch. Tatsumi staggers backwards a few steps, but will not fall. Another haymaker. Another. Another. Tatsumi is now practically falling on the edge. Howitzer winds up for another haymaker, but Tatsumi comes up with
a martial arts counter, grabbing Howitzer's arm and using his own force against him, swinging him right off the cage and down to the floor, into a pile of tables!]

Ring Announcer: Howitzer has been eliminated!

Tim: Man, Tatsumi really pulled one out of nowhere with that one!

Jeff: Howitzer just made a mistake with that. It's all up to Shrapnel now.

[Shrapnel sits on Vinny Vile and sees Tatsumi, still wavering on the edge, trying to get his bearings. Shrapnel gets up and delivers a superkick to Tatsumi's chin, which knocks him cold... while on his feet! He crumples to the cell, barely avoiding falling over the edge. Shrapnel picks up Tatsumi's lifeless body in a double handed choke hold; he then walks to the very edge of the cell. He drops Tatsumi into a mat slam (X-Factor), right over the edge! Tatsumi falls onto a stack of tables near to Howitzer, who is being
helped away. Tatsumi lays, motionless, as medical help comes to get him.]

Ring Announcer: Tatsumi Hashimoto has been eliminated!

Jeff: OH MY GOD!

Tim: He is broke in two. Damn... get some medical attention to that man.

Jeff: This is absolutely nuts.

Tim: They're falling left and right!

Jeff: Notice, they're both in the tourney. Doesn't bode well for Vinny Vile, does it?

[Vinny Vile has been busted open and lies on the steel while Jin, Javelin, and Shrapnel now go at it. Jin and Javelin now double up on Shrapnel, double axe-handling him to the steel. Javelin continues to pound away, kicking Shrapnel in the ribs, as Jin goes to Vinny Vile.]

Jeff: Vinny is in a world of hurt right now.

[Jin climbs onto Vinny's back and punches him in the sides of his ribs, crushing blows each time. He continues for a few moments before getting up, kicking Vinny over onto his back. Jin reaches for a handful of hair, lifting Vinny to his feet. He taps him under the chin and reel back as if drunk.]

Jeff: Looks like the Warriors were tappin' a keg backstage!

[Jin lunges forward with a straight punch, following that up with three quick jabs to the chest then dropping to the ground, sweeping the opponents legs out from under him. Jin spins out of the leg sweep and lays down on the cell, in a pose. The fans boo him unmercifully.]

Jeff: DRUNKEN KUNG FU COMBO!

Tim: That is the oddest thing I've ever seen.

Jeff: But damn quick...

[Jin tries to pick Vile up after his posing, but Vinny grabs a leg and knocks Jin to the cell as well. Vinny grabs his legs, as if to slingshot him over the edge of the cell!]

Tim: Oh God No.

Jeff: Vinny better not... he'll kill Jin!

[The crowd gasps, but Vinny just can't quite lift Jin, as his ribs are sore. He tries again, but no go. Vinny drops Jin's legs and grabs his head, lifting him. It's been too long though and Jin nails Vinny with a punch to the gut, and a kick to the knee. Vinny leans over, but Jin backs him up a little closer to the edge and does a chop to stand him up.]

Jeff: Danger zone here.

Tim: Yeah, that edge is just dangerous.

[Jin takes a step back, measuring Vinny up. He nails him with a shuffle sidekick, and Vinny falls straight back onto the tables!]

Ring Announcer: Vinny Vile is eliminated!

Tim: Just as we said, Vinny Vile was next to go.

Jeff: I believe I said that.

Tim: You know what, Jeff, I'm getting sick of your shi...

Jeff: WOAH, did you see that?!

[Nothing really was going on, and Tim shoots Jeff a dirty look as the action continues. Jin begins working on opening up a section of the cell over the ring. During all this, Javelin and Shrapnel have been in a back and forth battle. Javelin swings for a clothesline, but Shrapnel catches him too, and both men are down.]

Tim: Just too much punishment has been dealt out. These two are tired, Jeff.

Jeff: Yeah, but they'd better get their asses up if they want to win.

[Jin grabs ahold of Shrapnel and puts him into the powerbomb position, facing the hole in the cell.]

Tim: Sweet mother! Jin's gonna kill Shrapnel!

[Jin powerbombs Shrapnel onto the hole, busting him through the cell and landing on his back on the mat! The crowd boos, yet some cheers ring out for the viciousness of that move.]

Jeff: Shrapnel is gone! Espionage is eliminated!

Tim: No, Jeff, don't you remember? You must go over the EDGE! Shrapnel now must climb back up the cage or be pulled up it.

Jeff: Damnit! Espionage's stupid stipulations!

Tim: Actually, this is a damn fine match.

[Apparently Jin doesn't even realize that Shrapnel has not been eliminated, as he is now taunting the crowd and Mike Javelin! Jin pulls Javelin up by the hair and attempts a judo punch, which Mike blocks. The two men begin to exchange punches back and forth, but most are getting blocked.]

Tim: These two guys just can't get an edge here. Javelin is just a little too beat up to last though.

[Inside the ring, Shrapnel has finally sat up, wincing. He crawls to his feet and the officials around the cell open the door, waiting for him. Up on top, Jin now has the advantage once again, kicking Mike in the stomach. He finally gets him down and drops a leg drop onto Javelin's neck. Jin lifts Javelin up by the hair, as Shrapnel staggers out of the ring and out the door, to start climbing again.]

Jeff: Shrapnel... must... die...

Tim: OK, now you're just turning obsessive compulsive. Go see Michael Trey, he'll give you a good psychiatrist.

Jeff: SHUT UP!

[Shrapnel is half way up the cage. Meanwhile, Jin has Javelin reeling on the edge after a few judo kicks to the chest and gut. Jin backs up, to get a running start. Jin comes at Javelin, who drops down into a drop toe hold! Jin tumbles onto and over the edge, bumping against the cell and crashing into the tables below!]

Ring Announcer: Jin Kobayashi and The Warriors Of The Rising Sun have been eliminated!

Tim: I think Javelin is in good shape here, but he still has to get Shrapnel.

Jeff: I don't know if Javelin even SEES Shrapnel.

[Shrapnel has reached to top of the cage. Javelin is still leaning over, looking down at Jin and smiling at the crowd. Shrapnel reaches Javelin and spins his around by the elbow and nails him with a reverse Russian leg sweep onto a metal support beam!]

Tim: Javelin just got put down, and hard.

Jeff: Shrapnel has to get Javelin off that cell and soon. The longer Shrapnel is up there, the sooner Javelin will take over. Shrapnel took way too nasty of a bump to be fighting much longer.

[Shrapnel pulls Javelin up onto his shoulder, almost for a tombstone piledriver position and steps towards the edge of the cage.]

Tim: Oh no.

Jeff: That's it?

[Shrapnel smiles evilly before dropping Javelin down into the stacks of tables below, right onto his head! The med. crews immediately attend to Mike Javelin, as the rest of the men have been helped away or stretchered out. Shrapnel staggers to the opposite side and holds his hands in the air, getting a mixed reaction from the crowd. He climbs down the side of the cell.]

Ring Announcer: Mike Javelin and MAGNUM FORCE have been eliminated! And your NEW HWF Tag Team Champions... ESPIONAGE!

Tim: Shrapnel took a fall THROUGH the cage and still got up to catch Javelin off-guard... and maybe have injured Mike Javelin in the process!

Jeff: This is just... just...

Tim: Terrible? Horrifying? Tragic?

Jeff: No... this is just so HARDCORE!

 [The music video of "Falling Away From Me" by Korn plays as the ring is cleared.] 

Tim: This is it folks. It's time for our main event. The match that people have been waiting for since May Mayhem when Lance Sterling and Justin Storm fooled everyone and brought disgrace to the World Championship. Can they co-exist in the same match, or will Justin Storm want to take that title from Lance?

Jeff: Tim, you idiot. Justin has already said that he wants Lance to keep that title. He isn't interested in it. He's just interested in kicking Starr and Trey's ass.

Tim: Well, as we wait for the ring to be removed and the swimming pool to be replaced, we have a backstage interview with none other than Justin Storm.

Jeff: Hell yeah. First we found out that Storm ran Trey and Criminal over with that car, now he's about to end the career of not only Trey, but Jayson Starr as well.

[The cameras cut to backstage where Tony Bradshaw is standing. He is standing right at the entrance to the parking lot. The garage door is closed. Justin Storm is seen standing beside of him. He has on a sleeve-less black HWF's Finest shirt, with the sides cut out of it as well. His hair is now out of a ponytail and is hanging long behind him. He has on his black HWF's Finest tights and a pair of black boots. Tony Bradshaw has a mic in hand.]

Tony: Well Justin, not do we have the Falling From Grace, 4 corners match, for the HWF Championship tonight, but we have also learned that you were the one who hit Michael Trey and Criminal with a car...

Storm: (interrupting) Now listen here Tony. Of course I hit Trey with that car. Didn't you hear me earlier, I did that because basically, I was sick and tired of hearing Trey and DRE whine and bitch on TV about how much they get everything taken from then. Hell, I broke Trey's fucking neck. And if I could, I'd do it again. You know why? Because I'm the only fucking Criminal in this fed. Hell, you all might as well call me the Kriminal from now on. That's good. Hell, I'm the only Hardcore fucking Icon in this fed. I'm the fucking Kriminal of this fed. From now on, everybody in this damn fed will call me "The Kriminal" Justin Storm...

[Storm notices Shrapnel and Howitzer walking down the hallway and immediately grabs his Singapore cane from the floor. He runs at then and nails Howitzer with the cane in the head. Howitzer falls as Storm swings the cane at Shrapnel. Shrapnel falls as Howitzer stands back up, staggering around. Storm grabs Howitzer's head and kicks open a door. Storm throws him into the room and immediately closes the door. Storm takes a pair of keys from out of his boots and locks the door. You hear pounding on the inside, but Howitzer can't open the door. Storm turns to Shrapnel and picks him up by his hair. Storm grabs Shrapnel and walks with him over to a dumpster of items. Storm grabs him and pulls out a cheese grater from the dumpster. Storm holds the cheese grater up and immediately comes down on Shrapnel's forehead with the grater. Storm drags it down, deep into Shrapnel's skin as you can hear Shrapnel shouting in pain. Storm lets go as the pieces of Shrapnel's skin fall to the ground and Shrapnel's forehead is busted wide open. Blood is just running out, thick and thin. Storm goes back into the dumpster and pulls out a table. The table is folded up as Storm sets it up on the concrete floor. Storm pulls out a hammer out of the dumpster and raises it in the air. Storm comes down hard on Shrapnel's nose. Shrapnel yells in pain. You can hear Storm yelling something at him.]

Storm: How do you like that punk? I'm Sterling's fucking lackey? Lackey this boy!

[Storm raises the hammer and nails Shrapnel on the top of the head with the hammer. Shrapnel falls down as Storm picks him up. Shrapnel is staggering back and forth, as if he can't hardly stand. Storm takes a few steps back and taps his foot on the ground. He takes a few steps forward and nails his version of a superkick, the Thunderkick on Shrapnel. Shrapnel falls down again as Storm is yelling at Shrapnel more. Storm goes back into the dumpster and pulls out a bag. The bag is white as Storm laughs and dumps the contents of the bag onto the table. Out of the bag comes thousands and thousands of thumbtacks. The thumbtacks cover the table and the floor as well. Storm grabs Shrapnel by the hair and lifts him up so that Shrapnel is on his knees. Shrapnel's blood is flowing down his head as the cameras do a close up to him. Storm is still yelling at Shrapnel.]

Storm: Say I'm the fucking king boy! Say you suck! Say it!

(Shrapnel is still not answering, but he is still not knocked out yet.)

Storm: You'd better wish that your buddy Trey hadn't said that shit to me. This could have all been avoided if your buddy Trey had just stayed the fuck out of my way. Now you are gonna pay!!!

(Storm picks up Shrapnel and gets him into a half-nelson from behind. Storm lifts him up and as Shrapnel is in the air, Storm nails an urnage slam through the table to him. Storm pulls the dumpster out and moves it behind of Shrapnel. Storm picks up Shrapnel and puts him against it so Shrapnel is standing. Storm is still yelling as walks up to the steel garage door yells at the security guy there to open it. He does as Storm walks out and enters a black Porche 911. He turns on the ignition and puts on the gas. Storm speeds through the garage door opening and goes straight forward at Shrapnel. Storm nails Shrapnel with the car as Shrapnel and the dumpster go back towards the wall as Storm's car keeps going with them. The dumpster hits the wall as Shrapnel hits the dumpster. Storm stops the car right before it hits Shrapnel and backs up. Storm immediately puts the car into drive and runs straight at Shrapnel. The car nails Shrapnel and the dumpster as you just hear a "uhhhh" sound from Shrapnel. Shrapnel falls like a sack of bricks as Storm backs up parks the car out in the lot. Storm steps out with a smile on his face as he walks back into the arena. The cameras fade to the ring area.]

Tim: Shit! What in the hell? Justin Storm may have just crippled Shrapnel. Storm may have ended Shrapnel's career right there!

Jeff: My question is why Howitzer didn't do anything to help out Shrapnel. I sense some tension there.

Tim: Howitzer was locked in a room. He couldn't do anything.

Jeff: Sure, he was "locked" in a room. He could have broken down that door easily if he wanted...

Tim: Just shut up Jeff. We need to get some emergency assistance back there with Shrapnel now.

Jeff: Well, the pool is set up, as is the scaffold. A rope ladder is hanging down from it, for the wrestlers to get up to the scaffold.

Jayson Starr vs. Michael Trey vs. Justin Storm vs. Lance Sterling (c) - Falling From Grace Match

[The lights cut out. Slow strings are being heard play throughout the arena. Slowly, the music gets louder, and a guitar riff starts to fade into it.. playing the same note repeatedly until it's the only thing heard in the arena. Then the note is held for a long period of time.. then dies out, leaving the arena in pitch black darkness.]

[About ten seconds pass.. then suddenly, a HUGE explosion is set off at the entranceway as strobe lights cut on and Alice In Chains' "Them Bones" blares throughout the arena. A little bit of light comes back on, enough to see the entranceway down to the pool. Jayson Starr comes out of the back with his black shades, leather jacket and a black shirt with gold lettering on it that says "LANCE STERLING SUCKS COCK!!" on it Jayson flaunts his shirt to the crowd and looks around as the crowd cheers. He turns towards the pool, then starts walking towards it. He steps up in front of the pool. Jayson raises both hands in the air, as four red rockets shoot up from behind him, alternating from left to right, then back again. The lights come back on, and the music dies. Starr then looks at the rope ladder, hanging beside of the pool and climbs it up to the scaffold.]

["The World is Not Enough" slowly builds as the lights dim to near dark. As the music continues towards the chorus, you see Michael finally enter the arena from backstage. Silver laser lights race around the entrance area and finally center on Trey, who is very solemn and waits with his head down. The chorus begins while you hear explosions and see the laser lights begin to flicker and fly around all over. Michael raises his head and raises his arms to the crowd as he finally approaches the rope ladder. He slowly climbs it and when he reaches the top, Starr and Trey just stare down each other. The music then dies as they wait for their other opponents.]

[The lights dim a bit as gold lights begin to flicker all over the arena. "Rap Superstar" by Cypress Hill hits over the speakers. Running down the aisle are gold words that read "HWF's Finest". Justin Storm walks out of the curtains wearing a pair of black tights that read "HWF's" down the right leg, and "Finest" down the left leg. He has on a black "Hardcore Icon" shirt with the sides of it cut out, as well as the sleeves. Storm has a Singapore cane in hand as he raises his hands to the crowd. The crowd boos him like crazy as he walks down to the pool. Storm reaches the pool and takes off his black shirt. He keeps the Singapore cane in hand and climbs up the rope ladder. He reaches the top and slowly looks at Starr and Trey. Storm says something to them that makes Starr and Trey just look at each other hatefully. Storm laughs it up as the music dies down.]

[The arena's lights begin to flash different colors as the guitar of "Rock You Like a Hurricane" by The Scorpions comes over the PA system. The crowd erupts into cheers as Lance Sterling walks out from the curtains, striking a pose as a small shower of fireworks explode. Sterling starts to walk down towards and then around the pool, slapping fans hands and generally showboating the crowd. Sterling climbs up the rope ladder and when he reaches the top, Starr immediately goes after him.]

Tim: The bell sounds as the fighters go at it.

Jeff: But we can't get any officials up there to roll up the rope ladder.

Tim: I guess it'll stay for the whole match then.

[Starr nails Sterling with a few kicks to the midsection as Sterling staggers back. He notices that he is near to the edge and immediately jumps forward, to be met with a punch to the face by Starr. Starr then quickly scoops up Sterling and nails him down on the ground with a powerslam. Justin Storm sees Starr over-powering Sterling as he runs at him and nails Starr with a cane shot to the head. Starr staggers back and almost falls off of the ledge. He grabs one of the wires holding the scaffold up for balance. Sterling slowly climbs to his feet, but is met by Trey with a kick to the head of Sterling. Storm grabs Trey from behind as Sterling stands up. Storm tosses Sterling his Singapore cane as Sterling swings the cane and nails Trey in the head. Trey falls down, holding his head as Starr runs at Storm. Storm notices him and ducks his head down for a back-body drop. Starr stops at Storm's head and lifts him up. Starr has Storm up for a powerbomb position. Starr looks to the crowd. The crowd is yelling "Throw him off! Throw him off!". Starr slowly walks over to the edge, but decides to keep Storm up there as he powerbombs Storm hard onto the steel scaffold.]

Tim: Storm just hit that steel hard!

Jeff: No shit Einstein.

Tim: Screw you Jeff.

Jeff: No thanks, I prefer women.

Tim: Bastard...

[Starr laughs at Storm as Sterling notices that Starr is up. Sterling nails a few head punches at Starr and immediately takes him down with a drop-toe hold. Sterling drops the cane on the steel. Starr's head bounces off of the steel as Sterling immediately flips him over. Sterling holds Starr's legs and locks on a figure four leg-lock. Starr is yelling in pain as Sterling keeps the hold on. Starr tries to roll over to reverse it, but Sterling keeps the hold on tight. Trey begins to stand as Storm is still on the ground from that powerbomb. Trey walks up to Sterling and grabs the Singapore cane off of the ground. Trey raises the cane and immediately smacks Sterling in the head with it, breaking the hold.]

Tim: It looks like Trey and Starr are working together for a cause.

Jeff: Really? I didn't notice that, since I'm just sitting here watching the whole damn thing.

Tim: You smart ass...

Jeff: Hey, don't start cussing now, you know that Standards and Practices are watching...

Tim: Really?

Jeff: Heh, you really are as stupid as you look. The HWF don't got censors or S&P. We're the whole fucking show.

[Starr slowly makes his way to his feet, favoring his left knee. Starr and Trey pick up Sterling as Trey nails a kick to Sterling's midsection. Trey drops the cane on the ground as Starr and Trey both put an arm over Sterling's head and nail a double-suplex onto the steel. Sterling immediately winces in pain as he holds his back on the ground. Storm is now making his way to his feet as Starr and Trey are celebrating from that suplex. Storm runs at Starr as Starr notices something out of the corner of his eye. He turns and sees Storm running at him. Starr jumps and goes for a standing hurricanrana on Storm. Starr hits it as Storm hits the steel and rolls off of the edge of the scaffold!]

Tim: Justin Storm is gonna fall!!!

Jeff: No! Storm, hang on, Sterling will save you.

Tim: You sound just like a corny Saturday Morning cartoon.

Jeff: Well, at least it's better than thinking that the HWF has Standards and Practices.

Tim: I hate you...

[Starr laughs at Storm, hanging on the ledge as the cameras switch to a view of the control panel room. Heavenly Heather is sitting in the seats as Keith Bronson is seen behind her, making sure none of the HWF Staff stop them.]

Heather: Let's see, if you pull this switch, then the electricity should cut off.

[Heather pulls the switch down as you can hear a "bzzt" sound come from the arena. The cameras fade back into the arena as "My Own Worst Enemy" by Lit hits. Corporate Nightmare runs from the back with a steel pipe in hand. He runs down and nails the referee, who determines who is eliminated, with the steel pipe. The referee goes down as Nightmare cuts through the crowd. Back on the scaffold, Starr has that Singapore Cane in hand. He nails Storm in the head with the cane as Storm. Storm falls from the scaffold and falls right onto the barbwire, cutting his back up. He lays there for a few seconds and begins trying to get off of it. He slowly rolls over on the barbwire, whimpering in pain as he rolls off of the barbwire cargo net and onto the ground. Storm lies there motionless as you hear a "bzzt" sound. The electricity has gone back on as Storm makes his way to his feet and heads back to the locker room area. The action keeps going on above on the scaffold.]

Tim: Is Storm eliminated?

Jeff: Storm has not been eliminated, the referee is out cold, he did not see Storm drop...

Tim: It's now 2 on 1, in favor or Trey and Starr. Sterling is gonna lose his title tonight, I love it!

Jeff: Come on Sterling, you can do it! Win the match for all of your Sterlingaholics!!!

Tim: First you rip off Joel Gertner, now you rip off of Y2J.

Jeff: Y2K? I ain't ripping off of the Year 2000.

Tim: Idiot...

[Starr and Trey both wait for Sterling to stand up. Sterling slowly gets up as Starr charges with the cane. Sterling ducks the cane shot and nails Starr with a superkick. Starr immediately falls as Sterling grabs the cane that is flying in mid-air. Sterling turns around and nails Trey over the head with the cane. Trey falls to his knees, trying to shake off the pain as Sterling nails him a second time with the cane. Trey tries to shake off the pain as he shakes his hands and gets to his feet. Sterling looks pissed as he nails Trey in the groin with the cane and follows it up by nailing Trey over the head with the cane.]

Tim: That's got to hurt.

Jeff: *Squirming around, with a look of pain on his face* Y..e..a...

Tim: Jeff, are you alright.

Jeff: *coughing* I could feel that all the way over here.

[Starr slowly comes to his feet as he sneaks up behind Sterling and grabs him into a full nelson, jumps up and then sits down, smashing Lance's face into his knee!]

Tim: Shatter Starr!!!

[Starr jumps up celebrating that he nailed Lance with that move. Trey sees him celebrating and immediately, a look of anger and rage appear on his face. Trey grabs Starr from behind and tries to throw him off of the scaffold. Starr immediately drops to his stomach, making Trey release his grip on Starr's tights. Starr kick-flips back up as Trey and Starr begin exchanging blows to each other. Starr gets the upper hand and tries to toss Starr off of the scaffold. Trey reverses it as Starr comes in for a clothesline. Trey ducks it and nails a beautiful spinebuster on the steel. Starr hits his head hard on the steel. Sterling is still out from that Shatter Starr as Trey begins to climb up the wire connecting to the rafters. Trey makes his way up the wire and grabs onto the lower bar of the rafters. He pulls himself up and faces Starr, lying on the steel scaffold. Trey yells "LIGHTS OUT!" as the lights cut out. You can hear a sickening thud of steel and flesh hitting the scaffold as the lights come back on. Trey is lying on Starr, as Starr is coughing and gasping for air.]

Tim: Lights Out Moonsault!!!

Jeff: I can't believe my eyes. That had to have been at least 20 feet!

[Trey is breathing hard as he rolls off onto the steel scaffold. Sterling uses the wires holding up the scaffold to pull himself to his feet. He sees the Singapore cane still on the steel scaffold and picks it up. Sterling goes to swing it at Trey, who is still on the ground, but Trey moves at the last second and uses a ground toe-drop hold to bring Sterling down to the steel. Trey quickly puts a Crippler Crossface on Sterling. Sterling yells as Trey increases the pain. Jayson Starr is still down and out as Sterling uses his free hand and pries Trey's hands off of his neck and chin.]

Tim: Look! The referee is back up!

Jeff: Good, but Justin Storm is still in this thing.

Tim: Look, he dropped, he's eliminated, it's a Triple Threat match now.

Jeff: You'll see...

Tim: What do you mean by that?

Jeff: *snickering* Nothing...

[Sterling tosses Trey off of him and stands up. Trey stands up as well as Sterling takes a few steps towards Trey. Out of no-where Sterling nails a MONSTER superkick as Trey falls. As Trey falls, Howitzer runs out of the back and goes towards the rope ladder, which is still hanging there. All of a sudden, an engine sound is heard. A black Porche 911 is seen running full speed out of the back. Howitzer sees it as a look of fear approaches on his face. He tries to jump as the driver nails Howitzer with the car. Howitzer rolls from the hood onto the floor. The driver then puts the car in reverse and backs up out of the arena.]

Tim: Was that Justin Storm?

Jeff: There's no proof it was him. The windows are tinted, you can't tell.

[Sterling begins to laugh at Howitzer, who is down now. Sterling picks up Jayson Starr, who is just beginning to move a little bit. Sterling picks him up on his shoulders and reverses the fireman's carry into a powerbomb. Sterling powerbombs Starr from the scaffold, right onto the electrified barbwire cargo net!]

Tim: Oh My God!!!

Jeff: Call 911! Call 911!

[Sterling is laughing it up as suddenly, the lights go out. The air conditioning in the arena suddenly cuts down to a chilling 32 degrees. The arena cuts to a hush as you can hear a voice.]

Voice: Lance Sterling, you cannot Exhaust the Frost!!!

[A teal light shines in the entrance way as Blake Frost emerges. He walks down the ramp and to the announcing table. He takes Lance Sterling's World Heavyweight Championship and walks over to the referee. He nails the referee with the title and begins walking off with it. A teal lighting lights the arena as Sterling sees this and climbs down the rope ladder. He makes his way down the ladder and steps onto the floor. He runs after Frost. He taps Frost on the shoulder as Frost quickly turns around and levels Sterling with the Championship. He picks up Sterling and drags Sterling by the hair over to the pool. The air conditioning has gone back to normal as the EMT team is loading Starr onto the stretcher. The begin to wheel him back as Frost tosses Sterling onto the electrified barbwire. Frost runs over to the referee and wakes him up. He sees Sterling on the barbwire and calls for the bell. Sterling rolls off of the barbwire cargo net and onto the floor. He begins to gain his strength back as he hears the announcement.]

Ring Announcer: Here is your winner, and NEW Hardcore Wrestling Federation Champion, Michael Trey!!!

[Sterling seems irate at this and begins to go off. Frost nails Sterling again with the title as Trey makes his way down. The crowd is going wild as Trey hits the ground and grabs his title. Trey then proceeds to climb back up the ladder. He makes it to the top and holds the title up to the crowd. The crowd is cheering as Trey is standing at the edge of the scaffold, holding the HWF Championship up to the crowd.]

Tim: Look in the rafters!!!

Jeff: It's not, is it?

Tim: A man is watching over Michael Trey! Trey doesn't even see him!

[A man is attached to a cable. A black Scream-type mask is on his face. He swings down from the rafters and nails a falling dropkick onto Michael Trey. Trey drops the title on the scaffold and falls 56 feet onto the barbwire cargo net! He hits the net as the net breaks and Trey hits the water.]

Tim: Water conducts electricity!!! Trey is being fried alive.

[Blake Frost is in shock as the cameras fade back to the control panel room. The HWF Staff turns off the electricity as Heather and Bronson are no-where to be seen. Back in the arena, Jayson Starr just sits up from the stretcher and walks back down. He grabs Blake Frost from behind and puts him in a full-nelson. Starr then jumps up and sits down, smashing Frost's face into his knee. Starr then drags Frost along to the commenting table.]

Tim: They're coming right for us!

[Starr tosses Frost onto the table and climbs up with him. Starr kicks Frost in the gut and sets him up for a powerbomb. He taunts the fans and nails a BOTCHED piledriver right through the table, breaking the table!]

Tim: Jayson Starr just botched that piledriver on purpose! Blake Frost is broken in half!

[Lance Sterling makes his way to his feet and hobbles over to the guardrail. All of a sudden you hear an engine revving up. All of a sudden, a black monster truck with the red words "HWF's Finest" appears going down the ramp. It stops right in front of the pool as Justin Storm steps out of the driver's seat and slowly gets up on the roof of the truck. He has a mic in hand.]

Justin Storm: Chaz Manson. You have been pushing Trey way too much lately. You want ratings? Watch the ratings soar when I fucking run over this piece of trash in the pool with this monster truck! That is, if you don't show your face now. If you show your face, Manson, then I may re-consider doing that.

[The cameras shine on the entrance ramp as after a few seconds "A Little Crazy" by Fight hits. Chaz Manson makes his way out holding a mic.]

Chaz Manson: Storm, I'm sick and tired of your bullshit. Michael Trey is an ICON of this fed, not you. You are nothing but a low piece of shit on the bottom of my shoe.

Justin Storm: I'm glad you feel that way Chaz...

[Storm hops back in the drivers seat and revs up the engine more.]

Chaz: *shouting* No, wait Justin...

[Storm goes straight forward to the pool as Lance Sterling and the man on the scaffold is seen laughing. Storm runs into the sides of the pool, which bend on impact as the truck's wheels run all over the pool.]

Tim: Shit! Michael Trey is in that pool! Justin Storm is psychotic!!!

Jeff: *a look of shock is still on his face*

[Storm backs out as he stops the truck. The engine is still on as Lance Sterling opens the passenger door. Heather and Corporate Nightmare are in the truck. Sterling stands on top of the roof of the truck as Storm opens the driver's door. He still has the mic. Chaz cuts him off though.]

Chaz Manson: Justin Storm, you piece of shit. Your ass is fired. Oh, and also that piece of shit who knocked Trey into the water will be arrested on the spot...

Justin Storm: Know your role and shut your hole Manson! First of all, *pulling out a few folded papers from the truck* you cannot fire me. You remember this contract Chaz boy? It's documents state "Justin Storm, is here-by working for HWF Enterprises. As a part of this federation, Mr. Storm cannot be fired. He can either quit, or be retired under terms for a match." So you see Chaz, you cannot fire me. And about that man up there, well, you also hired him in February as well. Let me read this document. "Mr. Storm has also been accompanied into this federation with two other men. One goes by the name of Lance Sterling, the other, by the name of Ryan Cruise. Both of these men are under the same deals as Mr. Storm. They cannot be fired..." So you see Chaz, you cannot fire any of us. Nightmare's contract states the same. You see Chaz, you should have read everything that your legal offices printed up. So Chaz, I guess you could end up stating this little quote. "Life's a bitch, then you die. Fuck the world, you're fucking high if you think you can fire me!"

[Storm gets a lot of heat from the crowd as Chaz Manson tries to talk. Storm revs up the engine on the monster truck, so it drowns out what Chaz is saying. Up on the scaffold, Ryan Cruise has picked up the World Title. He grabs his mask and tosses it off. It lands in the pile of rubble, which used to be a pool with Trey in it. He holds the World Title high in the air as the show ends.]  

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Special Thanks to: Michael Trey, Jayson Starr, John Justice, The Saint, Johnny Drake, Vic Williams, Phah Q. Dickshine, & Justin Storm for their TREMENDOUS help in writing King of Violence. Without them, this card wouldn't be done until Christmas.

Also, I would like to thank EVERYONE for roleplaying their asses off last week and I'm just sorry the results couldn't be up sooner.

Unlike I've previously stated, I am REMAINING the President of the HWF. I will have two helpers, Vice President Rykopathe and Senior Vice President Johnny Drake. These two will no longer be in wrestling, but apart of the staff. Give us a few days to sort some things out, then strap yourselves in for a WILD RIDE!

This card dedicated to the memory of John Battaglia, 1984-2000.