 [April 29th, 2001 | 6:58 p.m.] [The final minutes before HWF's Parade of Cannibals 3 - LIVE on Pay-Per-View - tick down on the preview channel, as the screeen abruptly cuts to black. The FBI warning and other junk pop and and slowly fade out, leaving the screen in blackness yet again. An idle HWF logo now appears on the screen, as pay-per-view names scroll up, down, left and right. You make out Yes 2 Karnage, Born 2 Bleed, Seven, Holy Night, Holiday Hangover, and May Mayhem. The words stop now, as the logo stays. Slowly the HWF logo fades out. Suddenly, shots of four men show up on the screen as the song "Innocent" by Fuel begins to play.]
Gavin Coens...
# Satan, you know where I lie... [Fade into a black room, where three men sit around...Gavin Coens, Phoenix, and Jonathan Storm. All dressed in different forms of black, Phoenix in a black t-shirt and jeans, Gavin in a black turtleneck and black khakis, and Jonathan in an all black suit, complete with shirt and tie; also black. The screen has a strobe effect, each slide showing them in different areas of the room.] Jonathan Storm: The final four have been decided...three are going home softly, while one screams victory. Which one could it be? [Cut to Silky's second round win over Tempest, Solomon defeating Havoc, Styles upsetting Trey, and Coens pinning Vic... then flash to the look of pain in the faces of Chris Davison and Jonathan Storm after their elimination.]
# All our lives get complicated... Phoenix: Two men, complicated by past sins, and the future yet to come...seeking redemption and pleasure in the other one's pain. [Cut to a shot of Davison holding the Canadian Title at last weekend's Suicide. Show Jonathan Storm holding the Canadian Title after winning it at Holiday Hangover 3. Then cut to them battling.]
# Never were we told... Phoenix: Innocence is over...and the future is nothing more than just a pinfall away. If one man wins, he gets his prestige returned to him...if the other wins, he gets his redemption, and the livelyhood of the other. The future hangs in the balance for The Inner Circle's leader, and The Anarchist Extraordinaire. [Fade. Michael Trey. Fade. Tempest. Fade. Vic Williams. Fade.]
# Angels, lend me your might... Gavin Coens: One last chance at redemption. And that's only the beginning. [Fade to Trey after his upset loss to Chris Styles. A look of shock and disgust is painted across his face.] Gavin Coens: A wake up call of sorts for one man. Is this the end of the road? Has he reached his peak? One more match to prove his greatness not only to the thousands that watch from afar, but to himself. [Fade to Tempest after her loss to Silky Palms. Disappointed. Frustrated. Angry.]
# All those colours long since faded... Gavin Coens: She stands alone in her fight for acceptance. With such overwhelming odds, the question isn't how long she'll survive, but if she will at all. [Fade to Vic after his loss to Gavin. Outraged. Provoked. Vexed.] Gavin Coens: A beaten warrior who lies motionless. Has his time come and gone as well? Will he allow himself to be forgotten. Like this? A shadow of his former self? [Clips of Trey, Tempest, and Vic hitting their respective finishers flash through with a sharp light surrounding their bodies in movement.] Gavin Coens: After this, 2 will fall, one will rise. After this, a new beginning will exist and 2 stories will finally end. [Dramatic Pause.] Gavin Coens: ...After this, there's just the circus.
# Never were we told... [The instrumental bridge of the song kicks in, as we watch shots of various old matches, featuring Renegade, Havoc, Kyle Corman, Tempest, Phoenix, Gary Luger, and David Zakin. Finally, they show up to The Wrecking Crew and The Warriors BETA.]
# This prayer is for me tonight... Gavin Coens: Two teams struggling to find the niche they want...they've come so far, so fast, they have to keep going. Phoenix: The gods they seek at night hear their cries, and they cry for it often. They try and they try, but each match is never the ending they seek. Jonathan Storm: Eventually, one will stand alone, and slay the demons that once haunted them. The other goes back to square one, and must climb to the top once more. [Show pictures of The Warriors BETA making their hometown return, and then The Wrecking Crew holding their belts up high.]
# And all confessions not yet stated... [Fade to a picture of Gary Luger fighting in his HWF debut, and then Renegade holding the Hardcore Title up high.] Jonathan Storm: The sins of the past give way to the sins yet to be made...when two men with no history meet. Gavin Coens: They look in awe of each other's moves, as each hopes to etch their name in history the victor.... Phoenix: ...while they consider what lengths they'll go to get there.
# Never were we told... [The visions of the HWFers flash quicker and quicker as the song reaches it's big ending.] Jonathan Storm: And in the end? The HWF becomes a dog eat dog world...and we prove to be nothing more.... Gavin Coens: Then as civilized... Phoenix: As cannibals... # When we were innocent... [7:04 p.m.] [The camera fades in to the outside of the Tokyo Dome in Tokyo, Japan. You see blue and red lights shine on the outside as fans pack into the arena one by one. They suddenly cut to the insider of the arena, where "Innocent" by Fuel blasts through the speakers of the GIGANTIC arena. Over 45,000 or 50,000 fans are in attendance, by far the HWF's biggest crowd to date, and all screaming in anticipation. The camera pans around the sea of fans, as you see shirts and other items from the HWF shopzone on nearly everyone. They cut to ringside now, where Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson both sit wearing matching three-piece suits. Tim looks very excited, as does Jeff. The noise in the arena dies down, and the music cuts out as Tim begins with the intro.] Tim: Hello fans, and WELCOME to PARADE OF CANNIBALS 3!! [The fans cheer, as they see the translation on the Extream Screen.] Tim: I'm Tim Miller... [Jeff forces the camera to point towards him.] Jeff: And I'm known the world around as Jeff... "I didn't come to Japan to watch Anime or kabukis, I came to have you Jap-girls do me raw like sushi!!"... [You hear a big "EWWWWW" from the Japanese crowd, followed by some boo's.] Jeff: ... Robins- [The boo's continue.] Jeff: Ah, what do you gooks know anyway... [Tim says something to Jeff off camera, who looks pretty pissed off. Tim continues.] Tim: Anyway fans, before we start with the festivities LIVE on pay-per-view, I would just like to announce that Parade of Cannibals 3 has set a NEW HWF attendance record... [The fans cheer loudly, as Tim announces the record number of fans.] Tim: Fifty-Two Thousand and Twenty-One fans are RIGHT here in the Tokyo Dome!! [The number 52,021 pops up on the screen as the fans cheer louder.] Tim: On behalf of the entire HWF, we thank you Japan!! [Tim squeaks even more loud cheers from the crowd, and then continues.] Tim: Now, before the first match, I'm being told we have to go backstage... [Cut away from ringside. A small black sedan pulls into arena through one of the huge back doors. It moves along at a decent speed into a huge back parking area. The car drives over to a rather empty spot and then pulls to a stop. After a few seconds, Phoenix gets out of the passenger’s door and walks over to the other side of the car. He opens up the driver’s side door and help someone out of the car, blocking the view of them. He stares down at them for a few seconds and then gives them a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. Phoenix then backs off to the side allowing the camera to see that it’s Kieko. They lock eyes for a few moments before Phoenix suddenly opens his mouth.] Phoenix: Then will I being seeing you later? Kieko: Yeah. I’ll make sure I come back here in a little bit. But Darrin, please, please, please try to take care of yourself. I don’t want to have to take an injured man back to the hotel later with me. Phoenix: I’ll be waiting for you then and I’ll try to protect myself. Kieko: Thank you. [Kieko reaches over to Phoenix and holds his hand while she gives him a long, heartfelt kiss. She then gets back into her car as Phoenix closes the door behind her. She slowly begins to drive off as he watches her the whole way. When she is completely out of view, Phoenix turns and begins to walk the rest of the way into the arena. Backstage, Davison and Zakin are seen, each of them in their standard wrestling attire. Zakin is doing stretches, while Davison is executing a few push-ups. Davison shoves himself up onto his feet, grabbing the Canadian Title off of a nearby bench along the way, and Zakin tilts back to a normal standing position, upon seeing the camera.] Chris Davison: So tonight, the resistance will break Jonathan Storm and Phoenix into nothing more than shattered, former warriors. We destroy their leftover public images. They become nothing more than forgotten "phenomena" and old myths. Tonight, I walk in there as the Hardcore Wrestling Federation Canadian Champion... and I will walk out of that ring the HWF Canadian Champion. There is nothing else to say -- I will keep this god damn title around my waist... PERIOD. [Davison hoists the title up onto his shoulder as Zakin starts to speak.] David Zakin: Jonathan Storm and Phoenix have one thing in common... and no, it's not their goals. It's not their "talent." It's their stupidity. Right here, you're looking at... probably the hottest team in the HWF right now, two members of the most dangerous force around. I'm gonna enjoy kicking the shit out of both of you two, 'cause it's been long-deserved and I'm finally gonna fulfill that. [Davison speaks up again, not long after Zakin.] Chris Davison: What Dave said was true... we are part of the hottest team in the HWF right now, two of four. We've got the drive, the talent, and the fuel that gets the fire going. The funny thing is, Phoenix... Storm... you are that fuel. But you're nothing more. You're a starter, but you can't finish anything. Look at you, Phoenix... you couldn't finish the job against Trey. And you, Storm... you call me a fluke, yet I've defeated you, when you say you aren't.... tonight, when I walk out Canadian Champion... you will see who the fluke really is. Davison & Zakin: It ain't us. [The camera suddenly cuts back to ringside, where you see the crew getting ready for the Showtime match.] Tim: The Hell In Cell has just finished lowering with matches and gascan on the top. The tables are already stacked in the ring and the weapons are already laid out. Jeff: We have chairs, barbwire bats, 2x4s, ladders, even more tables, a dog chain, and...and.... a stereo! Tim: A stereo? Jeff: Yup, look over there... Tim: Oh, I see it! Jeff:...dumbass [Through out the arena the lights fade out as the twisted melodic begining of Marilyn Manson's "Sweet Dreams" plays. From the center of the arena floor a door begins to open emmitting a blinding blue beam of light straight up to the ceiling. Walking up from the hole, by what looks like a set of stairs, comes Havoc. Stepping onto the ramp he waits letting the light of the spot almost absorb him. Smiling, Havoc steps out of the light as he walks down to the ring, the blue light going out behind him with a red spot shooting straight down on the outside of the ring, right outside of the cage. Walking into the light of the red beam Havoc truly looks like a monster as he begins to laugh. As the lights go back on Havoc begins to pull off his bladed trenchcoat but decides to leave it on. He then walks around the ring and stands in front of the announcers table. Turing he waits.] Tim: Havoc sure looks ready folks. [Starseed by OLP begins quietly through the arena, building up as the fans rise to their feet. As the opening guitar line comes to an end, the voice of Kyle Corman screams out "YEAH YEAH YEAH HE!" As the bass kicks in a wall of red and white fireworks shoot up from the ground to the left and right of the entrance. The Extream Screen shows random shots of Corman hitting Total Annihilation on a few wrestlers and the words Canadian Hero pop up. Then The Canadian Kid steps out between the sea of fireworks in a pair of dark red cargo pants with white slashes down each leg, and a Canadian Kid t-shirt. He also has a white reebok hat on over his wet hair. He steps past the sea of red and white and raises his hand and smiles to the cheering crowd. He takes a look at the ring and climbs up the steps. He stands outside the cage, where Havoc was earlier, and smiles listening to the crowd's cheers come in. He looks around the floor at the weapons.] [The Canadian Kid picks up a barbwire bat and looks straight at Havoc. Havoc looks at his hands which have finger gloves on them with thumbtacks spikes covering the back of his palm and fingers. Havoc smiles as he finally takes off his coat and tosses it on the announcers table.] Jeff: We don't want that! Tim: Damn right we don't.
 Havoc vs. Kyle Corman [Havoc stars to circle around the cage as Corman chases him around the other opposite way. Playing cat and mouse they are chasing each other around the ring. Havoc finally stops and as the Canadian Kid rounds the corner he stops in his tracks looking at Havoc. Kyle thinks for a moment and then throws the barbwire bat at him. It hits Havoc in the chest, but Kyle follows the bat and as Havoc steps back from the blow Kyle spears Havoc against the guard rail.] Jeff: Wasn't expecting that one! Tim: Throwing a barbwire bat is probably an HWF first! Jeff: PoC3's first match and we are already making history. [Corman back on the attack laying in left and rights. Corman stands back up picking Havoc up with him. Corman reachs for a chair while Havoc stands there dazed. Corman positions the chair on the flloor and grabs Havoc in a DDT position but turns it into a Swinging Torando DDT.] Tim: Swinging Tornando DDT on the chair. [Corman then gets up, leaving Havoc laying. He hops on the guardrail and raises his arms. He then jumps off executing a moonsault. Havoc rolls out of the way making Corman smash his stomach against the same chair he DDT'd Havoc on.] Jeff: Look, Havoc is laughing! How sadistic! [Indeed Havoc is lieing on the mats, clutching the back of the head, with a sadistic smile on his face. Havoc slowly gets up while the Canadian Kid is clutching his stomach on the chair.] Jeff: Havoc is scary. Tim: Yeah, he is. [Havoc is now back to his feet and he begins to stomp the vunerable Corman while clutching his head. Havoc lets go of his head and smiles. He lifts up Corman. As Corman stands their dazed, Havoc lifts his fist and stares are the thumbtaCanadian Kids sewn into his glove. He lets out a scary laugh and grabs Cormans head with his left hand. He then reaches back and lets out a punch, probably as hard as he can, straight into the Canadian Kid's left cheek. Corman tries to fall but Havoc holds him up.] Tim: The Canadian Kid's cheek is busted open there. Jeff: Look at the blood flow. [Havoc is holding Kyle by the hair as Kyle is losing lots and lots of blood just from the one punch. You can see where the thumbtacks opened up Cormans face as the blood is pouring out at alarming rates. However, Havoc continues with that smile on his face. He reaches back looking to let go of another punch but he then looks at the crowd and all boos come his way. Havoc then shrugs his shoulders, smiles, and lets in another vicous blow.] Tim: Oh my Lord, Havoc is one crazy son of a bitch. Jeff: Tim, your right. The man is fucking crazy. Tim: How can he do that to a man, more than once no less? A regular punch is one thing, but with thumbtacked gloves?! Jeff: God damn your a pussy. And, yeah, he's crazy, but I'm loving it! Go Havoc! Tim: Your just as bad as him Jeff. Jeff: Yeah I am arent' I? [Havoc lets go of Cormans hair and Corman just falls like a rag doll. Havoc begins to let out another scary laugh.] Tim: Does this man ever stop laughing? Jeff: He looks kind of goofy laughing all the time like that doesn't he? Tim: I won't answer that at the risk of Havoc viewing this tape and using that glove thingy on me. Jeff: [cough] Pussy. [cough] Tim: What? Jeff: Oh nothing. [Havoc walks from in front of the ring all the way around to the back where the announcers table is. He then reaches and grabs his bladed coat. He carries it back around to the front side of the ring. As he is turning the corner, a waiting Corman jumps at Havoc and lariats him over the guard rail into the first few rows of seats. Havoc crashes through as Corman grabs the guardrail and springboards himself over the rail and onto Havoc with a modified splash.] Tim: Corman goes over the guardrail and onto Havoc. Jeff: Get the coat, get the coat! [Corman stands and hops back over the guardrail. He looks into the camera and touches his face with two fingers. He then looks at his hand and sees all of the blood. He shakes his head in disguist and bends down and grabs the balded coat. He tries it on but it is way to big which brings a little chuckle from the crowd. The Canadian Kid takes it off and casually goes over the guard rail. He kneels on top of Havoc and with his left hand pulls Havoc's head off of the ground. With his right hand Kyle grabs a blade from the coat and raises the blade in the air as the crowd.] Tim: Corman is looking to spill some blood here. Jeff: And rightfully so! Look at the cuts on his face. [Corman lets out a scream as he carefully blaces the blade against Havoc's head and pushes it inward. The Canadian Kid then slowly and painfully rips the blade across Havoc's head making a big long cut with blood streaming down his face. Havoc is screaming in pain as the camera zooms in to show the blood coming down over his nose and eye socket.] Jeff: Look at the blood, look at the blood! Tim: You can actually see the cut and the blood streaming down Havoc's face fans. That is a very nice shot by the camera man there. Jeff: Yeah it is. [Corman hops off of Havoc raising the coat in the air. The blade Corman used on Havoc is full of blood. Corman tosses the coat back over the guardrail and he climbs back up on the guardrail. He looks over his shoulder at Havoc, making sure he is there this time, and goes for a corkscrew moonsault. Corman executes it perfect, and hits Havoc, but Havoc put up the thumbtacked fist up so Corman hit that first.] Jeff: Corman is screaming in pain! Tim: Havoc put up that fist and it caught Corman in the mid section. Jeff: Imagine the force that Kyle was coming down on landing straight on that glove of thumbtacks. Tim: Yeah Jeff, I'm guessing that hurt like a bitch. Jeff: Ya know Tim, I really like my seat back here. Tim: So do I Jeff, so do I. [Havoc rises to his feet pulls up Corman. Havoc takes Corman's head and smashes it into the guardrail opening up Cormans forehead.] Tim: Corman now bleeding in two places folks. Jeff: His forehead and left cheek. Tim: Way to have my back Jeff. Jeff: No doubt Tim. [Havoc drags Corman over the guardrail and Havoc follows him. Havoc pulls Corman around to the complete opposite side of the ring. and picks up a chair. Havoc raises the chair and hits Corman in the side of the head, knocking him down. Havoc begins to walk away and throws the chair at him. Havoc walks around to another side of the cell and climbs it pretty quickly. Havoc is at the top as Corman is half way up the side. Havoc grabs the gasoline and pores it all over the tables walking around the ring while doing so.] Jeff: Cold Tim? Tim: No not really. Jeff: Well we are about to have a fire. Tim: Thats what gasoline and matches are for. Jeff: Is that an attitude? Tim: Yes. Jeff: Really? Tim: Back to action... [The can of gasoline is out and Havoc grabs the matches as a bloody Corman is reaching the top. Havoc lights a match and drops it igniting a part of the tables. He walks about 15 feet to the right and lights another match, dropping it in again. That section ignites. Corman is at the top and he charges Havoc. Havoc drops the matches and kicks Corman in the stomach. Corman hurls over but Havoc palms his head setting up for "The Reapers Touch"] Jeff: REAPERS TOUCH! REAPERS TOUCH! [Havoc lets go of the hold and sticks Cormans head between his legs and lifts him up for a powerbomb.] Jeff: ...nevermind Tim: Haha. [Havoc walks over towards the announcers table and is about to let him go, but he laughs.] Tim: Holy Shit. Jeff: I'm getting the fuck out of here. Tim: Good idea. [As the announcers flee the scene Havoc drops Corman but Kyle reverses it into a huricannarana and lets Havoc go flying off of the cage. He lands shoulder first on the announcers table and the shoulder looks dislocated.] Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT. Tim: Havoc definetly dislocated his shoulder on that one. Jeff: Yeah he did. [Corman scales down the cage rather quickly and looks at Havoc and sort of smiles imitating Havoc. Corman then turns his back looking to the crowd. Havoc capitalizes and somehow makes it to his feet and spears the hell out of Corman, who has turned around, putting his shoulder back into place.] Jeff: I think... Tim: I think Havoc just put his shoulder back into place on that move. [Havoc stands and indeed he put his shoulder back into place. Havoc then begins to climb the cell. Halfway he looks down at Corman who is just rising to his feet and screams "Get up motherfucker!" Corman begins the chase up the cell. Havoc reaches the top fist and lies await with the tables burning below. Corman reaches the top and before Corman can get his footing, Havoc palms Corman's head and pulls him up one-handed. Havoc walks a few feet towards the center of the cell and puts his right hand behind his back. Still having Corman palmed with his left hand, he pulls him up in the air like a chokeslam, but slams him through the cage and through the flaming tables as the bell sounds.] Tim: Now you can say it... Jeff: Ok... REAPERS TOUCH, REAPERS TOUCH! Tim: Havoc wins the Parade of Cannibals oppener fans. [Havoc stands on the top of the ring with his arms raises high in victory. He climbs down the cage, and for some reason, enters the ring. He pulls Corman out of the ring with the tables and begins to visciously pound Corman on the ring floor.] Tim: There's no need for this, Havoc has already won the match. [The bell continues to sound as Jeff chimes in.] Jeff: Insult to injury.... I love it! Tim: Your just as bad as him! Jeff: I am aren't I? Tim: Oh please. [Finnally, officials from the back run in and pull Havoc off of Corman. As EMTs, who came out along with the officials, check to Corman the officials pull Havoc to the back as "Sweet Dreams" by Marilyn Manson plays over the arena PA system.] Tim: A great match none the less fans. Jeff: Great? We saw a guy go throw flaming table! [Fade into the locker room of The Inner Circle. Phoenix is sitting around, taping his fists. Gavin Coens is laying on the couch, listening to a walkman. Chris Styles is lacing up his boots, while Shawn Collins is smoking a cigerette, flipping through channels on the television, and suddenly, Jonathan Storm and Johnny Drake walk in. Drake turns the television off, and Jon takes Gavin's walkman away. He gathers them around, and he begins to speak.] Jonathan Storm: Now that we're all together, it's time to get serious. Tonight is a big night for us. We have a great chance of getting one of you in the finals, and a decent chance of getting you BOTH in the finals. *points to Gavin and Styles* We even have a chance to walk out with both the Canadian Title, and the World Title. I have Rayne out and about handling matters to make sure that happens, plus a few more tricks up my sleeve. Anyone got any questions? Chris Styles: *Raises his hand* Yeah...are you serious about putting your career up on the line tonight? Jonathan Storm: Yes. Next question? Gavin Coens: Yeah, I got one...are we all covered for tonight? Jonathan Storm: Yeah, everything's in place for everyone. We plan on the finals being you and Chris, so we're going through great lengths for that to happen. Listen up guys...nobody can fuck things up tonight, but us. This is our night to lose. We can walk out of here with the World Title, the Smackdown Title, and the Canadian Title. That's not bad at all. I'm counting on Gavin and Chris to do their parts, along with the suprises I have for everyone else. Darrin and I will take care of me winning the Canadian belt...you all understand? [They all nod, and Styles can be heard saying "That's right."] Jonathan Storm: Good. Now that we're all on the same page...let's show everyone why we're the most powerful force out there. [Storm high fives Styles, shakes hands with Coens, and they all begin to disperse....save for Drake, who actually holds Jonathan Storm back for a moment.] Johnny Drake: Wait, not so fast Jon... Jonathan Storm: What's happening, Drake? Johhny Drake: Drake: Nothing... yet... I just wanted you to know that no matter what you just said, WE are all counting on you... [Drake ponders something to himself.] Johnny Drake: ...so don't fuck it up this time. Jonathan Storm: I know that...but we've got everything in place, right? I didn't put my career on the line to get fucked over. Johnny Drake: Yes, we do have everything covered, whether you win or lose tonight. I'm just saying it'd be much more beneficial if you won. Jonathan Storm: I know that...and I won't play any games like last weekend. Tonight, it's my night to walk out a champion, and it's my night back in the spotlight. [He slaps Drake's hand.] Jonathan Storm: You got everything covered with Starr? Johnny Drake: Yeah, there's no problems there... Starr's gonna get the shock of a lifetime, if you catch my drift. [Drake laughs a little, and then looks out the doorway.] Johnny Drake: Let's go get 'em... Jonathan Storm: Yeah...let's do it. [Drake and Storm walk out with each other, they cut to another section of the backstage area. Tempest sits at a make up table, slowly taping her wrists as she stares thoughtfully into her own eyes beneath coal black locks of hair. A click of the locker room door is heard from behind, and in steps a black hooded individual. His face is shadowed by the hood, so Tempest is unable to make the person out. Her head jerks up at the sound and her eyes flash in the mirror as she wheels around into a ready stance. Her eyes bore into the darkness, the only light present.] Tempest: Who are you? What do you want? [A snort from the black-sweatered individual] ??: You're asking ME who I am? How the fuck should I know? Everyone that MIGHT have known is now gone. What I want... that I can answer. [He shifts his body against the locker room door.] ??: You see Tempest... what I want is to see things the way I'm supposed to see them. I want to see people for their abilities, not their age or their looks. [Tempest tilts her head curiously and snorts a little.] Tempest: Well, if you chose to see me for my abilities, you’d be one of a very small number around here. ??: I'm of the very small number... no change there. I take it no one else has even paid attention to your... "situation"... involving your current losing streak? [Tempest steps forward and peers into the dankness a moment, her eyes narrowing in thought.] Tempest: Attention? Are you kidding, they’re lining up to join the ranks of those who rob me, beat me, humiliate me. I must look like fun to walk all over. [He snorts contemptuously again.] ??: Maybe you should get up off the floor, then. The only reason they walk over you is because you lie down if someone gets a little angry with you... [Tempest’s fists tighten and she takes another step toward the figure. Her eyes flash and her voice is sharp.] Tempest: I lie down when three or four people put me there. How am I supposed to deal with the fact that people choose to fight me with armies and sneak attacks and ridiculous contracts that force me to be a valet half the time? [She turned and sat back down looking away from the figure.] Tempest: There are too many people who want to keep me down. I don’t know why, but so far they’ve succeeded. But... that’s about to change. I’ve run out of things to lose. [The hooded head shakes] ??: You've run out of things to lose... so you think running from the things you've lost will change your situation? That's not the Tempest I remember. You've changed. Chris has changed. Everyone and everything has changed. Even me... [Tempest looks back at the figure in the mirror and brushes her hair absent-mindedly.] Tempest: We all change. We get beaten and start to wonder why we’re doing what we do. We have to fight our friends because someone one in an office decides it, instead of our enemies, who so richly deserve to taste our anger. What to do? What should I do? [The hooded figure steps away from the door slowly, walking towards Tempest with obvious caution. He stands almost directly behind her - a half-meter from her back. He reaches his hand out, but hesitates. His fist clenches, and then unclenches as he places his open hand on her shoulder.] ??: I see you're beginning to understand things from my perspective... good for you. Congratulations Tempest. You've learned what it's like in my world. It's a shame though, that this really means nothing. With all your experience and skill and talent... it still means nothing. What can you do if you're being held back by stereotypes and prejudices...? Ask me, Tempest. I know the answer as well as you do. [She looks up slightly into the mirror and back at the figur e.] Tempest: Well, the first thing to do is stop running. Even you needed to do that, as did I. I’m here, whether anyone likes it or not. [A small chuckle from the figure. He brings his other arm around her neck and squeezes the muscles tightly, and releases. His other hand begins to roughly rub her shoulders and neck. His two hands are becoming closer and closer to gripping her neck...] ??: I stopped running a long time ago, Tempest. I'm no longer running from my problems. I'm chasing after them. I have THEM on the run... [He squeezes her shoulders even more tightly and closes on her neck... but releases the grip on her neck, returning to her shoulders. Tempest sighs as she looks into the mirror and up at him.] Tempest: Then I suppose it’s time I start hunting my problems instead of them hunting me. [His hands begin to slow, and they now rest on her shoulders lightly. A smile is visible from underneath the dark hood as he steps away from Tempest and backs away to the door.] ??: Keep that in mind, Tempest. Remember it as long as you can. It's all I've had to work with for the past five years of my life... it'll work for you now. I'll be watching. I'll be waiting. And hopefully, when this is all over... we can all laugh. As long as we fucking want. [The hooded figure steps out of the door, leaving Tempest alone in her locker room. They cut back to ringside.] Tim: Alright, we are ready for the HWF World Title Tournament semi-finals! Back to back, non stop action that will determine which two men compete later tonight for the vacant HWF title! Jeff: God Tim, you sound like one of those TV announcers. Tim: Jeff... I AM a TV announcer. Jeff: Oh, right... I forgot. Tim: Moron... ANYWAYS, it's time for the semi-finals. But first, lets take you back to a few weeks ago and show just HOW this tournament came about. [Clips are shown of Seven, when Lance Sterling won his 4th HWF title and immediatly afterwards ended the career of J. Simon Rykopathe with the "Gigabomb" off the stage. Cut to the following week, where Johnny Drake formally strips Lance Sterling of the title, declaring it vacant and setting up the tournament. Sterling, appalled at the news, superkicks Drake in the jaw, getting banned from competing in the tournament in the process. The reel ends as we go back to ringside] Tim: And now it's down to 4 men: Silky Palms, Gavin Coens, Kyle Solomon, and Chris Styles. Two of them will make it to the finals, and then only one man can walk out the champion. Jeff: But he'll NEVER, eeeeever top the greatness that is Lance Sterling! Tim: Would you SHUT UP? Sterling going too far is the reason why we HAVE this tournament, and his attitude is what prevented him from BEING here. Don't you remember? Jeff: Oh yeah... but-- [Jeff gets interupted as the UNKLE Remix of "The World is Not Enough" hits the PA system, signaling that Michael Trey is making an apperance. Sure enough, Trey appears on the ramp and starts to walk down to the ring. Without saying a word, he takes a seat next to Tim and Jeff.] Tim: Michael, he! You here to see who advances, and who you might end up facing if you win the #1 Contenders match later tonight? Trey: Yeah, that's it... Tim: Glad to have you aboard. We.. Jeff, what are you doing? [Jeff is standing on his chair, acting like a complete idiot.] Jeff: Loook at meeeeee! Tim: Let's not. Okay, let's get this match on with! Silky Palms vs. Gavin Coens!
[Heavy" hits the PA System as a loud chorus of boos start up. The fans know damn well who this is, after 2 years in the business they recognize the music. Gavin steps out from behind the curtain, follow closely by "Stretch" McGee his midget bodyguard. "Stretch" steps in front of Gavin and warns him to be careful, McGee takes the lead and clears the way for Gavin down to the ring. As Gavin steps in between the ropes he calls for a mic. "Stretch" stands in the center of the ring, crosses his arms and peers towards the thousands in attendance. Gavin gets the mic from the ring announcer and begins...] Gavin Coens: Pulchritude. That quality of appearance which pleases the eye; beauty. I enter this ring to grace these slanty-eyed Gavin wanna-be's with my presence. To allow them a few moments to feast their eyes upon my finest creation, me. In Gavin they trust, and in Gavin they shall find the way Silky. Just as you will find the way tonight. Wether you succumb quietly, or I have to beat it into you. You will understand. Now I know you're worried about "Stretch" here, but let me assure you. I have never cheated, and I will never cheat! "Stretch" will be here to protect me from any outside intereference, and that's the Honest to God... errr.. Gavin truth. Your Pimp Squad and my Inner Circle are in the back, and that's where they will stay. You can trust me Silk. If you can't trust God himself, then who can you trust? [No sooner than Gavin finishes his sentence, then he is interupted as a funky wah-wah guitar rif bumps out of the PA.... The words "Sir... Psycho... Sexy!!!" flash on screen as they are anounced by a loud electronic voice, as the chorus of the Red Hot Chili Peppers song of the same name plays out. Clips of Silky lounging in bed, scantily clad women crawling all over like ferets hopped up on ecstacy... Walking out to get his mail in a gold thong... delivering his arsenal of moves on a plethora of opponents. Silky bursts through the curtain to the accompanyment of many a cat call and holler. He does a deep double bicep pose, then continues to strut his way to the ring. When he gets close enough, he springs onto the apron, and then, using the top rope for leverage, flips over into the ring, dramatically swings his arms, spins into the center of the ring, and hits another pose to the accompanyment of a four corner-pyro-fountain. Silky's music cuts out, and he stands in the ring, poised and ready for battle... he wears the same red and black breakaway warm-ups that he donned for his very first match with Coens... a fact not lost on Gavin, as he is visibly uncomfortable as Silky thumbs the seem of the pants... there is an awkward silence, and then Silky calls for a microphone...] Silky: Well, well, well... here it is! Gavin Coens and Silky Palms... Round 2! But Gavin, why so glum looking? No dwarve groupies around last night? Were you frustrated in your search for a little ass? Oh, wait! You ALWAYS have that stupid look on your face... Well, I know, you're probably thinkin' "Hey, I'm wrestling that sexy b*tch, Silky tonight! I bet I can just cop a feel or two, to satisfy my urges til I can get myself a little Dwarf-Lovin'"... Well, hate to break it to ya, Sh*tbreak... but I happen to play for the other team... let me introduce you to the girl that's here to make sure you don't decide to try gettin' frisky with her man... may I present to you the HOTTEST woman in the HWF... hell, the ONLY real woman in the HWF... MY Fire... Inferna, come to Big Papi! ["Just a Girl" by No Doubt blasts form the speakers as Silky's vicious and delicious mate makes her way to the ring, moving sentuously, but at an urgent pace, as if she couldn't be away for a second longer. Inferna jumps onto the apron in one smooth movement... her form fitting, flared latex hip huggers leaving little to the imagination... her t-back thong pulled high on her hips.. bossom swelling under the matching tube top, she leans forward over the rope to plant a quick, soft kiss on Silky's lips which sends him staggering off into a combination of a Shane Douglas bit and a Ric Flair flop. He rolls onto his back, and thumps the mic against his heart, simulating a heartbeat bfore pulling himself up and holding the ropes for her, all the while staring at Gavin, overly pleased with himself. She slides erotically into the ring between the second and bottom rope, then clings to him as he gives a single hand crotch chop over their nearly locked pelvises.] Silky: Now Gavin, I now this hurts for you to see this, but I wanted you to know the truth before you tried to get all touchy feely... but no hard feelings, right Midget Man? Here... [Silky walks over toward Gavin as the ref tries to convince Inferna to leave the ring. He extends his hand, as if he wants a handshake, then stops short, and snaps his hand back at his crotch...] Silky: Put 'er there, Gav! [Gavin, having had enough, explodes forward, and the battle is joined...] Tim: Gavin's had enough of Silky's loud mouth! He's going to shut him up, once and for all! Jeff: Nah. SIL-KY! SIL-KY!
 Silky Palms vs. Gavin Coens [Gavin staggers Silky with right hands a la Rocky, sending him back and into the ropes. Gavin pauses before lunging forward with a clothesline, sending Silky over and to the outside. Inferna rushes over to check on Silky, as Gavin slides out the opposite end of the ring and reaches underneath the canvas. He fumbles for a second or two before pulling out a ladder. He starts to slide it into the ring, accidently sliding it between the bottom and middle rope. Gavin slides in the ring and starts to pull the ladder in. Behind him, Silky crawls into the ring and pounds Gavin with a double axehandle right onto his back. Gavin falls to his knees and Silky starts laying in with kicks. Gavin, shilding himself, slowly turns and low blows Silky, who doubles over in pain] Tim: That's GOTTA hurt! Jeff: I... know... poor Silky! [Silky staggers around, reeling from the low blow. Gavin sees an opportunity and leaps over the ropes, landing on the ladder and causing it to fly up like a seesaw, smacking Silky right in the face, knocking him down. Gavin chuckles to himself and slides back in the ring, finally bringing the ladder in and setting it to one corner. Gavin turns around and he is caught with a kick to the midsection from Silky. Silky whips him into the opposite (lower-left) corner of the ring. Silky reverses and sends Gavin to the turnbuckle. Gavin turns and lifts his foot up, striking Silky in the jaw. Silky backs away, holding his jaw with one hand. Gavin spins Silky around and stuns him again, this time with a stiff chop. Silky, playing full heel, slides outside the ring to take a quick breather, which involves Inferna planting a wet one right on his lips. Silky showboats a little before climbing back onto the apron where Gavin is waiting. Gavin grabs Silky, who jumps off the apron and guillotines Gavin's neck against the ropes. Gavin goes down and Silky quickly slides back in the ring. He pulls Gavin to his feet and locks on a standing armbar. Silky starts posing, still with the armbar locked on Gavin. he ducks under Gavin's arm and nails a hook kick to Gavin's face, sending him down. Silky turns and walks over to the ladder.] Tim: He's going for the ladder! Jeff: Ohhh hell yeeaahhh! [Silky sets up the ladder and slowly begins to climb it. He's around halfway to the top, when Gavin gets to his feet and looks up at him. Silky yells something to Gavin, who shakes his head no and dropkicks the ladder. It, along with Silky, tips over the ropes and lands partially on top of the announce table, smashing it. Tim, Jeff, and Trey all jump to their feet, brushing off splinters of wood] Tim: Good god! The ladder, and Silky Palms, just went through the table! Jeff, looks like we're gonna be standing this one out. Jeff: Not funny. Is Silky okay?! [Gavin climbs out through the ropes and walks over to where Silky is. He pulls him to his feet, by the hair, and rams him into the steel guardrail. Gavin slams Silky again against the guardrail before rolling him back in the ring. Gavin climbs back through the ropes and whips Silky into the turnbuckle. He climbs on top and starts nailing punches, whilst the Japanese crowd chant along, in Japanese of course.] Crowd: Ichi! Ni! San! Shi! Go! Roku! Nana! Hachi! Kyu! Ju!
[Gavin steps down from Silky and hoists him up in a vertical suplex position. Gavin holds him up for a few seconds before slingshotting him onto the ropes and then falling backwards. Gavin pulls Silky back up, again setting him in a front facelock. Gavin hooks Silky's leg and lifts him straight up, falling backwards and slamming Silky's head against the ring with a Fisherman's DDT. Gavin hooks Silky's leg..] [One... Two.... THR--] Tim: Silky kicks out! Jeff: Yes! C'mon Silky, don't let him show you up!! [Gavin slams his fist against the ring in anger, as Silky rolls over and stands up. Carefully the two circle each other and then lock up. Gavin uses his size to push Silky away and into the corner. Gavin attempts to ram his shoulder into Silky's gut. Silky takes a step forward, pushing Gavin down and grabbing both his legs. Silky falls backwards, catapulting Gavin into the turnbuckle. His head bounces against the top rope as Silky gives Inferna, on the outside, a quick nod. She climbs up on the apron and looks over to Gavin. Gavin looks at her and, a second later, she grabs his head as if to kiss him. Instead, Inferna turns around and Guillotine Stunner's Gavin. Gavin staggers back after the move as Silky grabs his head and kicks off the ropes in a twisting 3/4 facelock. Instead of bringing him forward, Silky isn't strong enough and Gavin holds him up for a second before back suplexing him onto the mat. Gavin stands up and signals for the finish right as the funky guitar riff of Silky's theme song starts to play over the PA. "Sir... Psycho... Sexy" echoes a voice, and as the theme kicks in a small midget Silky look-alike saunters out. Dressed almost exactly like Silky, the midget could pass as Silky himself on a bad day. The midget Silky walks around the ring, posing, before climbing in] Tim: Hahahaha a midget Silky! It even looks like him! Jeff: Shut up! That midget looks nothing like Silky Palms! Tim: Hahah yes he does, Jeff! [Silky looks at the midget, who looks right back. While Silky has his back turned, Gavin this time lands a low blow, again! Silky again falls down in pain, as the midget starts dancing and... taking its clothes off! Underneat the garish attire the midget is wearing a black athletic supporter like Silky wore in his first match against Gavin. Rubbing himself in a very... odd manner, the midget saunters over to the downed Silky and starts to grind on top of his face. Silky flails around, yelling, before throwing the midget off and springing back to his feet. He turns around and gets caught with a kick from Gavin. Gavin steps behind Silky, locking both his arms in a double armbar. He's just about to hook his leg, when Inferna slides in the ring. She sexily walks over to Gavin, who still holds Silky halfway into the Cardinal Syn's setup. Gavin drops Silky and looks at Inferna. Inferna raises her hand, as if to slap Gavin, when a small, shapely form is seen rushing from the back. Camera cuts to show her face.. and ITS TEMPEST!] Tim: TEMPEST! Jeff: Heeeeell Yeah! You know what this means?! CATFIIIIIIIGHT! [Tempest, barbwire Kendo stick in hand, charges the ring and slides in. Silky jumps back to his feet, oblivious to Tempest's apperance. Silky locks Gavin in a cobra clutch, while just outside of the ring Tempest's Kendo stick is introduced to the back of Inferna's head. Before she even hits the ground Tempest is in the ring. She hauls back with the Kendo stick and swings with all her might, striking Silky. The snap of the weapons against his back echoes throughout the arena. Silky collapses and rolls over, as Tempest raises the Kendo stick and strikes him again, this time on the side of his head. Gavin looks first at Tempest, then at Silky, and drops to make the cover.] Jeff: Get up, Sil..err, what the hell, GO GAVIN! Tim: What an idiot... [One... Two... THREE!!] Tim: Gavin advances! Gavin Coens has advanced to the finals, and he'll face the winner of Kyle Solomon/Chris Styles, which coincidently is NEXT! What a brawl here! The midget Silky, Tempest charging the ring... Inferna and Silky both are gonna need some medical attention. Jeff: Shut up about the midget! Silky was robbed! Tim: I thought you were cheering for Gavin? Jeff: I changed my mind! I'M.. a Silky Fan. Tim [rolling his eyes]: Sure you are.. [Tempest rolls out of the ring and picks up a microphone, lying in the debris of the shattered announce table.] Tempest: What's the mater Silky? No fun being robbed is it? Oh come now, don't look so surprised. After all, you gave me such a good lesson in how to make use of a no DQ stipulation. Understand me here Silky. I hate the Inner Circle, but nowhere near as much as I hate you. I'll give one of them that title on a silver platter before I let you touch it. And Gavin... you and the Inner Circle would do well to remember that a bomb can come in a very small package, just like me. Tim: Wow, she's pretty pissed off! But I guess she has a good reason. Jeff: No she doesn't! Tim: Why don't you tell her that? Jeff: I'll pass... Tim: Yeah, I thought so. Well.. since this is Pay Per View we can't cut to any commercial breaks.. so I guess Jeff and I are stuck without a table. And we're still here with Micahe-- [He looks around, and Trey has already left.] Tim: I guess not. Oh well, Solomon and Chris Styles... NEXT! [We cut backstage to see the door to a dressing room. We can tell that it is the dressing room of Lance Sterling by the name on the door. The camera focuses squarely on the door and it begins to open. We can hear the low murmur of some people talking. Then the door opens wider and we see Sterling sat down in there whilst Jayson Starr and Renegade are stood at the doorway chatting before they say their farewells and Renegade leaves the room, Starr shutting the door behind him. The camera then follows Renegade down the corridor as he makes his way back to his own dressing room. He walks down the corridor and when he reaches the end of the corridor, it turns off to the left where he is met with a solid shot to the stomach with a steel pipe. Renegade keels over double, clutching his stomach in obvious pain. Then a hand reaches out and grabs him, throwing him from the corridor and although we can’t see what is happening, we can tell from the resulting sounds that it was a tad painful for someone. The cameraman quickly rushes around the corner, and we now see that Renegade is lying in a slumped heap on the floor next to a table and soft drinks vending machine. The camera pans up to show that the assailant is none other than Gary Luger! He picks up the steel piping again and proceeds to batter away at Renegade’s knees and chest as he lies on the floor. He then throws the pipe down at Renegade and stomps a few times on his head. He starts to walk off, but then changes his mind and walks the other side of the vending machine.] Jeff: What the fuck is that dick doing? Tim: I don’t know, but this is the first we have seen of Luger’s meaner side to his character. Jeff: Meaner? Fucking wiener more like! [Luger then pushes against the vending machine. He struggles for a second or two before it topples over on top of Renegade, landing on top of his chest and trapping him there, and not allowing Renegade the freedom to even move his arms. Luger then walks over and sits on top of the vending machine, looking right into Renegade’s eyes, just inches away from his face.] Gary Luger: I warned you, Renegade. I told you to be on the look-out for anything, to “Be Prepared” as it were, just like the boy scouts. In that you have failed miserably though, Renegade. Look where you have ended up, under a nice, heavy immovable object, causing you to become more and more weak with every second that you are trapped under here. That can’t be a good thing for you can it? But it sure as hell is for me. You see how it is here, Renegade, you are stuck here, pinned with your shoulders to the floor. And do you know what is going to be happening later on tonight? Yup, that’s right, jackass, exactly the same thing, only the second time around I won’t be letting you off quite so easily and so you will have to go through a lot more than just this for it. I told you that I was hardcore, but you refused to believe me, preferring instead to rest on your laurels from what seems like a generation ago. That all means jack shit now, we live in the now, and what is happening now is me beating your ass for your precious title. **Luger begins to impersonate Renegade at this point** That’s right, Renegade, I’m going to kick your ass! [Luger stands up and walks away, laughing to himself at what he has just done. They cut back to ringside where "Living in Chaos" starts up and is met with a mixed reaction, mostly boos. A short while ensues before, as the song reaches a steady beat, Chris Styles emerges from the curtains, walking quite confidently and stopping at the top of the ramp. Juat then white, silver and yellow pyro-techniques explode all around Styles leaving him in a cloud of smoke. Emerging from the smoke Styles is still walking as confidently as before. Sliding into the ring Styles calls for a mic, and one is tossed to him from ringside] Styles - Well, well, here we are, the end of our Japanese tour. And the event couldn't be any bigger, Parade of Cannibals numero three. If you remember the last pay per view held by the Hardcore Wrestling Federation you will remember that at Seven I walked into the night titleless and walked out with god around my waist. Now, as you may have already noticed, I am walking into tonight titleless. [Cheers from the majority of the crowd] Chris Styles: Yes, I know it is tragic, but it is true. But don't fret my fans, there is sunshine over the horizon. Tonight I not only have the chance to win the World Title, which I might add I am confident will happen, but if I beat Solomon twice in a row, I will ALSO walk out of Parade of Cannibals the Smackdown! Champion. Now, I know it is odd to have one man hold two titles but hey, I'm full of surprises, maybe I will surprise all of you and win both titles. Oh, and the fact I could win two titles, yes it is great, but there is also another title Circle bound tonight, the prestigious Canadian Title. Davison has held that title long enough, I mean, I bet it gets more of the bed than Tempest. Tonight, a small bump in the road is to be smoothed out, Davison's defeat of Storm is to be forgotten and Jonathan Storm is to become two-time Canadian Champion. [Even louder boos than before] Chris Styles: Now, we have looked at what the possibilities are, and what should be at the end of the night, I suppose I should address my first opponent here, Kyle Solomon. [Small pop for the mention of Kyle Solomon] Chris Styles: I know, we all want to just close our eyes and when we open them he will be gone but it isn't going to happen. Anyway, what would the world be without men like him? I mean c'mon, without Kyle Solomon's running around everyone would make sense and we can't have that now can we?! Kyle, you talk as if you know me, as if I have already been defeated. There is mistake number one. You assume way to much, that I NEED the Circle to beat you, that I can't live without support, I mean, two-time Canadian Champion without the Circle, nuff' said. Mistake number two. And, well, you flat out think you are better than you are. Thinking you can do more than you can is called.well.stupid. It is this type of attitude that leads people to try things they obviously can't do and from that hurt themselves. You might want to avoid something like that tonight, if your going to lose, which you most likely will, don't beat yourself. Problem three, I guess you could say your out. (chuckle) But we don't want to go bringing any metonymy into this situation now do we Solomon? Might confuse you, and you seem to do a good job of that already yourself, so I will leave it to you. Let the games continue. [Styles tosses the mic out of the ring and leans against a far turnbuckle as "High Voltage" by Linkin Park hits the speakers. Kyle Solomon appears from the black abyss of the backstage area. With eyes opened focusedly and staring at his opponent, he stands still, facing the ring as the crowd erupts, breaking his stare as Kyle suddenly snaps his head around to see the audience applauding him. He folds his arms while cocking his head up in the air as we can see his forest green 3/4 length pants and black cut-off "Kyle Solomon" t-shirt. The One Man Show now brings focus back to his opponent as he walks slowly down to ringside, biding his time so as not to be unfairly attacked by the anxious man awaiting in the ring for him. Stepping up onto the apron while holding the ropes for balance, Solomon cautiously climbs the turnbuckle, raising his hands in the air to the delight of the crowd, and then drops into the ring.] Tim: Fans, before this match begins... We forgot to mention that no matter what The Inner Circle says, the Smackdown! Title won't be on the line tonight... Now, LET'S GET IT ON!!
Jeff: Indeed, lets. Both these superior athletes are about to compete in a test of utmost skill, in which only a single combatant can-- Tim: What the hell? Shut up and quit trying to act smart, you idiot.
Kyle Solomon vs. Chris Styles [The bell sounds as Solomon turns around, only to be met by the bottom of Styles' boots. Styles continues to stomp at the fallen Solomon. Solomon rolls out of the way of a Styles stomp and swings his leg around sweeping Styles' legs out from under him bringing him to the mat. Both men climb the their feet and engage in a grapple, Styles gaining the edge and applying a front chancery, Styles attempts to lift Solomon for a fishermans-suplex but Solomon shakes his legs bringing him body back to the ground. Solomon then attempts to perform a fishermans-suplex of his own but Styles shakes down. Styles then attempts another, managing to get Solomon parallel with his shoulders but Solomon is shaking violently causing Styles to drop to the mat performing a reverse Michinoku Driver] Tim: Wow, REVERSE Michinoku Driver from Styles! Chris is wasting NO time in taking it right to Kyle Solomon. Jeff: Good! That's what I always say: Never give up, never shut up, and never-- Tim: .. pay any attention to a moron named Jeff. Jeff: Bastard. [Instead of covering Solomon, Styles brings him back onto his feet and suplexes him up. Solomon pushes forward and lands behind Styles. He spins him around, narrowly ducks a short-arm clothesline from Styles, and locks on a sleeperhold. Solomon applies pressure, driving Styles to one knee. Slowly, Styles gets back up and with his free arm reaches around, locking it around the back of Solomon's head. Styles drops down, slamming Solomon's jaw against his shoulder, knocking him down to the mat and breaking the sleeperhold. Styles rolls back onto his feet and hops onto the turnbuckle. Solomon gets up and turns around to face him, as Styles leaps off with a missle dropkick. The move connects and both men end up sprawled out in a corner. Styles crawls over to Solomon and drapes an arm over his chest] Tim: What a move from Chris Styles! This might be enough to put away "The Mark"... [One.... Two.... THR--KICKOUT!!!] Tim: Solomon kicked out! With EVERY OUNCE OF STRENGTH in him, he kicked out! Jeff: It's too early.. Tim: Too early? Jeff: Too early for Solomon to lose. Tim: Right... [Solomon slowly gets to his feet, using the ropes and turnbuckle for leverage. Styles gets to his feet also, without any assistance. Both men circle each other for a second, and then lock up. Styles takes a quick offensive, maneuvering behind Solomon and shoving him into the turnbuckle. Solomon does a handstand and propels himself behind Styles. Solomon locks his arms around Styles and lifts him up, dropping backwards with a... backdrop! Solomon gets to his feet quickly and climbs the turnbuckle, going for a high-risk move. Solomon throws both hands in the air and leaps off, doing a double front flip before landing back/head first onto Styles with a resounding impact.] Tim: Holy... the 540 SWANTON BOMB! That has to be it! [Solomon lands, and hooks Styles' leg with his arm] [One... Two... THRE-KICKOUT!] Tim: I don't believe it! Styles kicked out of the 540 Swanton Bomb!! Jeff: Bee-lieve it, Tim! [Solomon can't even believe Styles kicked out of his 540 Swanton. He angrily gets back to his feet, dragging Styles up also. Solomon with a right hand, staggering Styles, who regains balance and nails a hand of his own. Both men now start slugging it out in the middle of the ring. It is going back and fourth, lefts and rights until Solomon eventually gains the advantage and beats Styles into a corner, stomping his chest while holding the ropes for leverage. Styles seems helpless, as Solomon continues the assault. But, uncharacteristic of Solomon he decides to take a moment to taunt Styles, who with the bit of strength he has at the moment swiftly lifts his leg into Solomon's crotch, dropping him instantly. Styles then, using the ropes pulls himself up. As Solomon roles in pain in the ring Styles rolls to the outside, grabbing a chair from under a ring attendant. Solomon is now to one knee as Styles slides into the ring. Just as Styles lift the chair to strike the fallen Solomon, he is met with a punch to the stomach, causing him to drop the chair. Solomon, pushes Styles into position for a powerbomb onto the chair. He lifts him onto his shoulders, but Styles struggles and begins punching Solomon in the forehead, managing to slide down the front of Solomon. Bringing Solomon's head down into the chair with a inventive facebuster type move] Tim: WOW! Chris Styles sure is being innovative here tonight! Jeff: Can you blame him? This is his shot, man. This is his chance at the gold! Tim: Yeah, it is. Styles, just last week, got an impressive victory of Michael Trey; that says quite a bit for his intensity.. no pun intended. [Styles pulls Solomon back to his feet. He whips him into the ropes again, but Solomon reverses and sends Styles right into the turnbuckle. Styles staggers out, groggy, as Solomon throws a right hand that nearly takes Styles' head off. Solomon yells out and drops to one knee, locking Styles in a Dragon Sleeper, at the same time pulling up on his chin.] Tim: Spinal Tap! And if Styles can't get out of the hold, this match is O-V-E-R! Jeff: That's right, this match is No DQ! [Solomon continues to apply pressure to Styles, who does all he can to avoid passing out. With his free arm Styles pounds at Solomon, finally coercing him to break the Spinal Tap. Solomon gets to his feet, and pulls Styles up. Styles drops and low blows Solomon, then scoops him up, holding him in a belly to belly position. Solomon kicks his legs, forcing himself backwards and to an upright form, with STYLES now held. Solomon cradles Styles and sits backwards, dropping Styles down into an inverted piledriver] Tim: RIGHT ON THE MARK! HE PUT STYLES RIGHT.. ON THE FUCKING MARK! [Solomon reaches over and hooks Styles leg, barely.] [One.... Two.... THREE!!!] Tim: HE WINS IT! Solomon goes on to the finals! That meants its Solomon vs. Gavin, for the HWF WORLD TITLE!! Jeff: Um... whoooooo! Tim: God what a match. Both these guys have given it a hell of a lot, and in the end Kyle Solomon emerges victorious!! [Solomon makes his way to the back, as Styles follows behind. A few HWF technicians run out and begin setting up for an Inferno Match.] Tim: And this next match is for number-one-contendership for the HWF World Heavyweight Title… [The men quickly get everything up and running. A long-haired man, who controls the pyro, steps out to the ring and waits for the combatants.] Jeff: What are we waiting for? Tim: Um... nothing I guess... Let's go... [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 isle. Piercings shine from his nose, lip, and right eyebrow, and his black military boots slightly flicker, under the strobe lights. Fitted in black tights, with a purple and silver, gothic like barbwire design run up his legs, and his bare chest bares all his tattoos. Black designs under his eyes can be noticed, as he runs down the aisle, and enters the ring, his black trenchcoat trailing behind, he stands in the ring, arms outward, head tilted to the sky, as the lights, flash back on.] Jeff: Who are the other two in this match, anyway? Tim: [sigh] Michael Trey and Tempest. Jeff: You mean… the guys pitted against one another, while they’re still in their own stable? HA! Tim: You’re an ass. Jeff: And people love me for it. [They stop suddenly, as a familiar beginning causes a ripple through the crowd.]
#I feel safe... [...The UNKLE remix of "The World Is Not Enough" begins to play, as the masses of fans get to their feet loudly. Silver lights flicker over the arena, adding to the already eerie vibes. Michael Trey steps out into the entranceway, with none other than Claire Matthews at his side. He slaps fans hands as he walks down to the ring, and makes a sudden dive right in. His music slowly fades out.] Tim: Two of three competitors here, we’re waiting on the third… [The low electronic hum that begins the Lo-Fideltiy All-Stars’ "Battle Flag wafts over the arena as the lights go out, but for a few blue strobes, flickering over the crowd in time. As the heavier beat kicks in, the blue spot light scans the entrance, and up the HWF-tron to find Tempest as she steps out to massive cheers. She waves to the crowd and gets a running start toward the ring, doing a handspring on the way. She slaps the hands of fans as she comes back up and trots to the ring in a black body suit with a shimmering snakeskin pattern.] Tim: And all three are here! Jeff: Let’s get this party going!
 Michael Trey vs. Tempest vs. Vic Williams [The three look between themselves anxiously, as the ring ropes are set on fire. Shortly after, the referee signals for the bell. Immediately, Trey and Tempest begin to hammer away at Williams.] Jeff: Hey! That’s not fair! [Trey whips Williams across the ring to Tempest, who leaps high in the air and plants both feet into the face of Vic. He staggers back, and Trey runs forward with a bulldog, driving Vic’s face into the mat.] Jeff: What’s going on? Tim: Excellent impromptu teamwork by Tempest and Michael Trey… [Trey lifts up Williams and applies a standing headscissors, then lifts him into the air for a powerbomb. Tempest quickly ascends to the top rope, carefully as not to get burned, and then leaps with Trey’s execution of the move. Her leg catches Williams across the face just as he crashes into the mat.] Tim: Vic Williams the recipient of more innovation by Tempest and Trey! Jeff: This is so cheap… [With Vic down, Tempest and Trey look at each other, and then Tempest fires a kick to his midsection. Trey staggers back a bit from the impact and Tempest continues the barrage with a spinning heel kick. Trey takes a step back from that too, and Tempest leaps into a front dropkick, but Trey catches her feet, pulls her up over his shoulder and drives her into the mat with a hard spinebuster.] Jeff: There we go! That’s what I want to see! Tim: You disgust me. Jeff: I know. [Trey pulls Tempest up and hits a right to the jaw, and then another. He rears back for a third, but Vic comes in with a double clothesline that floors both Tempest and Trey. He grabs Trey and hooks on an inverted fireman’s carry, then tosses Trey’s legs up to drop him almost on the top of his head.] Tim: A devastating maneuver by Vic Williams! Jeff: About time! Come on, Vic! [Williams then grabs Tempest, and hooks her into a regular fireman’s carry. He moves over with his back to the ropes.] Tim: Is he gonna… [Williams throws Tempest into the air, toward the ropes, executing the Denial. Before Tempest makes contact, Trey catches her over his shoulder, and when Vic turns around, Trey throws Tempest at him. Both of them fall to the canvas.] Tim: Tempest was the weapon of choice in that exchange! Jeff: Ha, both of them went down! [Tempest rolls away and hops to her feet, and Vic snaps up to his, looking between Tempest and Trey. The pause lasts only a moment, before Michael charges forward with a clothesline that floors Vic. Tempest follows in with a stomp to Vic, but then hits a snap kick to Michael’s side. He jerks back in pain as Tempest hits a kneelift, and then a jumping hurricanrana.] Tim: Tempest using her agility to overtake Michael Trey… [Tempest waits until he gets up and goes for a second hurricanrana, but Trey catches her, and DRIVES her into the mat back-first. He turns to meet with Vic Williams’ fists, in a flurry of punches. Vic hits a front kick, and then gutwrenches Michael into the air, holding him on his shoulder in a crucifix. A long moment later, Vic drives him shoulders-and-neck-first into the canvas.] Jeff: Ha! Right on the neck! Tim: Trey could be injured from that! Jeff: Oh look… see that thing go flying by? It’s my interest. [Vic stands and looks over the crowd with a glare, to which they respond with boos. He turns around and ends up the recipient of a fast roundhouse kick to the face from Tempest. Vic staggers back and Tempest charges him, slides under his clothesline, and springboards quickly off of the ropes, nailing a rocker dropper on Vic.] Tim: Excellent aerial maneuver! Jeff: Bah… she got lucky, that’s all. [Tempest hops up and she and Trey lock up. Trey wrenches her arm, but Tempest reverses the maneuver and applies a hammerlock. Trey ducks under it and holds her arm in the air, then brings it down over his shoulder in an armbreaker. Tempest pulls free, and Trey swings his arm in a lariat, but Tempest ducks, hops on top of his shoulders, twists, and comes down in a huge DDT on Trey.] Tim: Nice exchange by Michael and Tempest, and Tempest took over! Jeff: And… here is where I’m supposed to give a damn, yes? Tim: You’re a prick. [Tempest turns into a spear from Vic Williams, who lifts her up and nails the sitdown dominator – the Sideshow.] Tim: Sideshow on Tempest! Jeff: Ha! Told you she was all luck! [Trey from nowhere topples Vic with a running back heel kick, and starts to hammer away at the face of Williams with hard rights and lefts, stunning him. Trey jumps up to the turnbuckle, carefully avoiding the flames.] Tim: Wait… this could be it… Jeff: What? [Trey takes a deep breath and leaps high into the air, backflipping into a shooting star press, crashing down on Vic Williams from the top turnbuckle.] Tim: IN THE DARK! Jeff: What? Tim: His new move! [Trey gets up and stomps at the throat and chest of Vic. He turns to Tempest and meets her with a front kick, and hooks her up for a double arm DDT, but Tempest scurries under him and hits a quick legsweep. Trey hits the canvas, and Tempest executes a quick standing moonsault. She bounds back up to her feet and looks over to Vic, who is just getting up, and takes a running leap, bringing one leg down over his head and one in the face, effectively crushing his head between her shin and calf muscle.] Tim: Vic Williams has just been knocked senseless! Jeff: Dammit, Vic! GET UP! [Trey is to his feet, and he takes one look to Tempest. They both nod and then pick up Vic Williams. Trey grabs him and jerks him up for a powerbomb, and Tempest leaps up to Trey’s shoulders, dropkicking Vic in the face. Trey uses her force and his own to drive Vic into the ropes, holding him there. Vic struggles, but his clothes catch fire after a few seconds. The bell rings.] Tim: Vic Williams is the first to go! Jeff: And ya know… this might actually be better. Tim: Why? Jeff: Because now Tempest and Trey HAVE to fight! HAHA! [The two left over circle each other anxiously, as nearby technicians extinguish the ring ropes. Trey reaches out and offers a handshake to Tempest, who takes it. They bow to each other a bit, showing respect, and instantly they enter fight positions, staring the other down warily.] Tim: Michael and Tempest actually have a bit of a similar style… expect a really fast pace! [Immediately they lock up and Trey powers Tempest into the corner. She somersaults backward and looks up at him, without the slightest hint of intimidation. She locks up with him again, and he powers her right back to the turnbuckles again. She shakes her head, and charges in to lock up with him again. Trey rears back to throw her, but Tempest pulls him down and uses his own momentum to monkey flip him into the turnbuckles.] Tim: Nice reversal by Tempest! She’s on form tonight! [Tempest bounds to her feet just as Michael rolls back to his. Tempest charges him, ducks a clothesline, bounds off of the ropes on the return, and swings to the side for a tilt-a-whirl headscissors, and spins, dropping Michael to his back. Trey bounds right back up, and Tempest leaps with a kick, but misses. She turns and Trey clotheslines her right to the ropes and then over. Tempest rolls after hitting the concrete, getting back up to her feet. As she does, Trey runs up the turnbuckles and springboards to the outside with a flying senton backsplash.] Tim: Trey with an amazing maneuver to the outside! Jeff: Tempest is as good as BEATEN! Tim: Don’t count Tempest out yet… she can wrestle a LOT better than you can! Jeff: Only if you include oil and a bikini. Tim: She is so going to kick your ass if she hears that. [Trey picks Tempest up and backs her to the apron, hitting a right, and then a left. He scoops her up and shoves her in the ring, climbing to the apron. Looking to Tempest, he quickly slingshots onto the top rope, turns a one-eighty, and then moonsaults onto her from the top rope, staying on for a cover.] [One… …Two… …Kickout!] Tim: So close there! Jeff: No it wasn’t… but… Tim: But what? Jeff: [JR voice] MY GAWD! TEMPEST KICKED OUT! SHE KICKED OUT! Tim: [sighs] [Trey pulls Tempest up and whips her to the ropes, executing a back elbow on the return. Tempest drops to the ground, and Trey runs to the ropes for an Asai moonsault. Tempest rolls away and as Trey gets back up, she hits a superkick to the jaw and drops down for the cover.] [One… …Two… …TH...KICKOUT!] Tim: That was damn close! Jeff: Trey is going down! Tim: Didn’t you say Tempest was? Jeff: …shut up. [Tempest backs up to the corner as Trey begins to get to his feet. She hops backward up onto the top rope, waiting as Trey turns around to face her. She leaps into a front flip, catches his head with her legs, and whips him around in a dragonrana. She lands and pulls his legs down for the cover.] [One… …Two… …THR- Kickout!] Tim: Holy shit! That was incredible! Jeff: I told you Trey’s going down! Tim: Will you shut up for once? [Tempest pulls him up, but Trey shoves her arms to the sides, kicks her in the stomach, and nails her with a double arm DDT out of nowhere.] Tim: FLASH OF PAIN! Jeff: I KNEW Trey would take it! [Trey climbs to the top rope, and then looks out at the crowd… he cups his hands to his mouth and bellows “LIGHTS OUT!” The arena goes black and a large thud is heard. The lights come back on, and Trey is on top of Tempest with a hooked leg.] [One… …Two… THRE- KICKOUT!] Jeff: HOW THE FUCK DID SHE DO THAT?! Tim: Tempest kicked out of the Lights Out! I don’t believe it! [Trey is stunned too, looking up at the referee. He slaps his hands together three times with a puzzled look. The referee shakes his head and signals two. Trey pulls Tempest back up and whips her to the ropes, aiming for a back elbow again, but Tempest ducks. Trey looks to Tempest’s return and is met with a high-cross-body press.] [One… …Two… …TH- kickout!] Tim: Tempest is coming back! Jeff: I still say it’s Trey! [Tempest manages to get to her feet, but Trey is a bit quicker. He grabs her for an Irish whip, sending her to the corner. She sticks a foot up to boot Trey in the face as he charges in, and then she hops up to a perch on the top rope.] Tim: I think she’s calling for the System Crash! [Tempest waits for Trey to turn and then leaps from the turnbuckles, into a long arcing corkscrew. She snags his neck in her legs and twists, slamming his face to the mat in a resounding System Crash.] Jeff: Tempest all the way! Tim: God, you’re an idiot. [Quickly, she scurries over for the cover.] [One… …Two… …THRE- KICKOUT!] Tim: TREY IS STILL IN THIS! Jeff: Don’t cream your pants, you mark. Tim: Dammit, I’m Trey’s friend! Jeff: His “friend,” huh? Does Claire know? [Tempest is amazed in the ring, but still pulls Trey up. Suddenly, he breaks her grasp and runs forward, grabbing her for a bulldog. He springboards from the ropes and plants her with the Last Breath.] Tim: This could be it! [Trey makes the cover.] [One… …Two… …THR- kickout!] Tim: What will it take to put Tempest away? [Trey pulls her up, but she judo flips him. He bounds up again and Tempest whips him to the ropes. She turns, springboards up the second and then third ropes, turning back with a leaping hurricanrana that floors Trey. She covers.] [One… …Two… …THR- kickout again!] Jeff: I TOLD YOU! Trey is so going to win this. [Tempest and Trey lock up again, and Trey cinches down with a snapmare, then a rear chinlock. Tempest struggles against the hold, fighting her way from it toward the ropes. The referee is checking on her, asking if she gives up, but she shakes her head back and forth. She reaches out and kicks her feet for the ropes. The referee isn’t watching, but Tempest’s outstretched legs catch the ropes. Trey immediately lets go of the hold.] Jeff: What? What a wuss! Why didn’t he keep the hold locked in? Tim: It’s something called “honor,” Jeff. You know, that something you’ve never had? Jeff: Not true! I once helped an old lady across the street! Tim: I’m sure you’d love an award for it. Jeff: …shut up! [Trey pulls Tempest back up and hooks her for a suplex. Snapping it, he drives her into the mat.] Tim: Listen to the ring shake! [Trey lifts her again, and snap suplexes her again, harder this time. He then rolls through with that, and vertically suplexes her, holding her upside-down as the blood rushes to her head. Suddenly, Tempest kicks her legs and floats over, landing behind Trey. Grabbing him quickly, she executes the Rottweiler out of nowhere, dropping Trey awkwardly on his neck. She scrambles to make the cover.] [One… …Two… …THREE!] Tim: TEMPEST WINS! Jeff: I KNEW SHE WOULD DO IT! [“Battle Flag” by the Lo-Fidelity All Stars hits the speakers to a huge pop, as Tempest looks down at Trey and offers him a hand up. He looks up and the slight hints of a smile are seen, as he takes the hand. The gesture is merely symbolic, however, as Trey more or less gets up on his own. Tempest raises his arm in the air to a pop from the Japanese fans.] Tim: A great show of respect from two amazing competitors! Jeff: Believe me, I’m really bawling my eyes out on the inside. Tim: Can you say ANYTHING intelligent? Jeff: The sum of the square roots of any two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side! HA! Tim: That’s a RIGHT triangle, you idiot! Jeff: D’oh! [Tempest and Trey, meanwhile, are helping each other exit to the back after their trying contest.] Tim: What a night so far, huh Jeff? Jeff: For sure, and we're not even halfway through yet! [Suddenly, the spotlight shines on the ceiling, where a Hell in a Cell begins lowering down to the ring. The Japanese fans begin cheering in delight at the Cell reaches the floor level.] Jeff: OH YES!! This is one of the matches I was waiting for... Tim: That's right folks, the Hardcore Title Match is up next!! [Some technicians fasten the Cell to the ground, and then begin setting up tables inbetween the Cell and the ring. Over the PA system starts the opening riff of "Full Nelson". As it gets to the chorus, Gary Luger appears from behind the curtain. He stands in the entrance way for a while, looking round at the fans, and then runs down to the ring - through the Cell door - sliding in and getting up in the middle of the ring. He raises both arms in the air in a clenched fist salute, before running over to the corner and jumping up to the top turnbuckle to salute the fans. Then he does a back-flip back down to the mat again and gets ready for his match.] Tim: What a chance for the HWF rookie Gary Luger!! Jeff: Yeah, really... I've had more in-ring experience than him. Tim: What!?! ... This man was the XCW Champion. Jeff: Yeah, and what a successful fed that was... [The lights are completely out and the arena is pitch black. Then, a red spotlight shines on the top of the aisle. Starting at the bottom of the aisle, and continuing to the top, fireworks go off, and as soon as they hit the top, "Thunder Underground" by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the speakers. The crowd cheers and some hold up lighters in the near dark, as the lights return and Renegade comes out from the back. He looks at the fans and raises his arms, then walks down the aisle and steps into the Cell. He slowly takes off his Hardcore Title belt and throws it out towards the entrance way. He slides in the ring, as the technicians finally complete the task of setting up tables all around the ring.] Tim: This is sure to be Hardcore... as the HWF athletes are pulling out all the stops for Parade of Cannibals 3. Jeff: Well, what the hell are we waiting for? Bring on the blood!! Tim: Settle down man...
 RenegadeC vs. Gary Luger [The bell sounds, as you hear the clanking of the Cell door as it shuts. Renegade stares across the ring at Luger, as he stares back. The two men begin circling each other now, as the ref takes his position in the corner of the ring. The fans begin cheering in anticipation as Renegade darts over for Luger. Luger dives out of the way, and Renegade hits the turnbuckles hard. He turns around, and Luger hits him with a stiff right hand. Renegade flies back into the corner, and Luger punts a few kicks right in Renegade's ribs. Luger grabs Renegade's free hand and whips him to the other side. Renegade hits the corner and comes running right out. Luger runs at Renegade, now, but Renegade clotheslines him hard - flipping Luger into the air every which way.] Tim: What a Clothesline for the three-time Hardcore Champion!! [Renegade quickly lifts Luger up and throws him back into the ropes. He whips him across the ring and gives him a HUGE back body drop. Luger quickly pops up to his feet, but Renegade takes him over with a powerslam. The fans are in a frenzy now, as Renegade taunts Luger to get back up. Luger gets up, wipes the blood from his mouth, and begins circling Renegade again. This time, it's Luger who runs at Renegade. Renegade throws out another arm for a clothesline, but Luger catches it and brings it around into a crucifix. Luger rolls Renegade to the ground - who doesn't stay in the pinning position, but rolls under the ropes onto a table on the outside.] Tim: Uh-oh, I smell wood already!! Jeff: Yeah, kind of like last night... Tim: What!?! [Renegade quickly gets and fires a right hand on Luger. It staggers Luger a bit, but Luger manages to fight back. He and Renegade now begin trading punches from opposite sides of the ropes. Renegade finally gains control, and begins pulling Luger over the ropes onto the table. Luger struggles though, so Renegade locks him in a front chancery. Luger hooks an arm on the second rope, but Renegade drops for a DDT anyway. Luger stays hanging as Renegade hits the table hard - but doesn't break it.] Jeff: OUCH! Tim: Did you see his head bounce off that table!?! [Renegade lays, holding his head, as Luger grabs the ref and points to the ground in front of the ropes. The ref reluctantly, but quickly, bends down on all fours. Luger runs to the opposite side and bounces off the ropes. The Japanese fans stand up now, as Luger leaps off of the ref's back and onto the top rope. Luger bounces off the ropes and comes down with a HUGE elbow drop - sending Renegade right through the table on the outside.] Jeff: WHAT AN ELBOW!! [The fans begin cheering and clapping.] Tim: The Smiling Assassin is certainly ready for this match... [Luger quickly gets up, amazingly not injured, and grabs Renegade by the hair. He begins bashing Renegade's head against the Cell wall, as Renegade tries to fight him off. Luger punches Renegade a few times and then pulls his head back. Luger tries to slam Renegade's head really hard, now, but Renegade blocks it with his foot on the Cell wall. Luger, tries again, but Renegade blocks again. Luger tries a third time, but Renegade kicks the wall hard - putting a hole through it and causing both men to fall in the process.] Tim: Great... now they're breaking stuff... Jeff: What's an HWF Pay-Per-View without a broken Cell!?! [Renegade pulls his lge from the hole and grabs at his foot. Luger quickly gets up and picks him up though - throwing him back into the ring. Luger quickly folds up a nearby table and slides it in the ring. As Renegade rises, Luger slides in and set the table up near the corner. Renegade immediately runs at Luger and fires a clothesline. Luger ducks and drops Renegade HARD with a neckbreaker.] Tim: Man, this Gary Luger is quite impressive. Jeff: *in mocking tone* Quite. [Luger picks up Renegade and throws him onto the table. He quickly hops out to the apron and grabs Renegade by the hair. He forces Renegade off of the table and up onto the top turnbuckle - in a sitting position towards the table. Luger, now, climbs up behind Renegade on the top rope. He stands on the top turnbuckle, and then hops on Renegade's shoulders.] Tim: LOOK OUT! [Luger spins himself for a hurricanrana, but Renegade suddenly clasps his arms together. The crowd rises to their respective feet as Renegade stands up on the second rope. A gasp is heard as Renegade dives off the top rope and drives Luger through the table with an earth-shattering sitown powerbomb.] Jeff: GOD DAAAAAAMN!! Tim: What a Powerbomb from Renegade!! [The ref, who's shocked by the move himself, finally realizes that Renegade is pinning Luger.] Tim: Wait, pin attempt!! Jeff: GOD DAAAAAAMN!! [One... ...Two... ...THR..KICKOUT!!] Tim: Luger Kicked-out!! Jeff: GOD DAAAAAAMN!! Tim: SHUT THE HELL UP!! Jeff: Sorry. [Renegade slowly gets to his feet and falls back into the turnbuckle. He looks over at the hole left in the Cell wall, and then back at Luger in the mangled table. Renagade smirks to the camera and then hops to the outside of the ring. Renegade grabs a leg off of the broken table and begins taking baseball swings near the hole in the Cell wall.] Tim: And as if this match isn't hardcore enough, Renegade has decided to mangle some steel beside the ring. Jeff: Super! [Renegade gets a good sized-hole in the side of the Cell and peaks his head out. Luger looks over at him, and then rolls out to the apron. Renegade begins chopping away at the hole again, until it's almost as big as a doorway. Luger gets up on the apron now and, with all of his strength, he dives off and dropkicks Renegade through the same hole he just created. Luger lands harshly on the scraps of broken table, as the fans give him a round of appluase.] Jeff: Luger needs to learn when to stay down. If Renegade wants to practice his golf swing on the Hell in a Cell, then let him! Tim: I somehow don't think that came to his mind, because look where they're going... [The camera cuts to the outside of the ring, where Luger is now up and chasing Renegade up the entranceway. The get to the top, and the two begin battling right beneath the Extream Screen. Luger lands a few fast kicks to Renegade's gut and then goes for a sweep kick. Renegade jumps though... and doesn't come down. They cut to a different camera, where you see that Renegade is hanging from the bottom rigging of the Extream Screen.] Tim: This can't be good! Jeff: This is finally getting good. Tim: Finally!?! Where were you the last ten minutes? [Luger jumps up and grabs a hold of Renegade - who continues to latch onto the rigging. Luger begins scratching and crawling his way up until he's on top of the rigging. Luger rests up against the Extream Screen as Renegade pulls himself up now.] Tim: Put the fucking women and children to bed!! This won't be for the faint of heart. [Renegade stands up and begins trading rights and lefts with Luger. The two men dangerously teeter back and forth, but neither man falls. Suddenly, Renegade ducks a punch and grabs Luger in a chokehold. The crowd begin cheering massively as Renegade lifts Luger into the air. Luger tries to kick free, but gets thrown fro mthe bottom rigging of the Extream Screen with a HUGE chokeslam.] Tim: PREPARE FOR LANDING!! ["CLANK"] Jeff: Oh... SHIT! [Luger lands HARD on the metal rampway. Renegade looks down at what he's done, as you hear a couple women in the crowd scream. Renegade now steps onto the edge of the rigging and points down at Luger.] Tim: No... What the fuck is Renegade doing now!?! [Renegade looks out into the sea of fans and dives off the rigging for a legdrop. At the last mili-second though, Luger rolls out of the way and Renegade lands tailbone-first on the steel.] Jeff: IT'S BROKEN!! I GUARENTEE IT!! Tim: Renegade's tailbone just vibrated off that steel!! [The fans gasp and watch on, as the ref dives out of the Cell now to check on both men. The ref runs to the top of the ramp, just in time to see Luger throw an unconcious hand across Renegade's chest.] Tim: That has to be it!! [One... ...Two... ....THRE..KICKOUT!!] Tim: What the hell... How did Renegade kick out!?! [Luger rolls off of Renegade and begins trying to pull himself up. He collapses on the spot though, and lays there motionless. Renegade now tries to pull himself up, but cannot move either. Both men lay there motionless for a good minute or so.] Jeff: These two have really given up a lot tonight. Tim: So true, Jeff... So true... Jeff: Not as much as I could give, but... Tim: You know, just when I think you have a hear- Jeff: Hey, is that a hotdog man? [Tim glares at Jeff.] Jeff: HEY, HOTDOG MAN!! [Renegade slowly gets to his feet now, as Luger rises as well. Renegade musters up all his strength and throws a punch. He connects with Luger, who flies back - rolling all the way down the entrance way and to the Cell. Renegade now stumbles down the entrance way himself.] Tim: Where will these two go next!?! [Renegade looks down at Luger, and then begins climbing up the caging of the Cell wall. The fans begin cheering, as Luger slowly gets up and follows Renegade. The ref frantically tries to coax both men down, but it's no use. Renegade reaches the top of the Cell but collapses in exhaustion from climbing.] Tim: Renegade and Luger are going to KILL each other!! Jeff: What better place than Parade of Cannibals 3!?! [Renegade stands up now, just as Renegade gets back to his feet. With his second wind, Luger runs at Renegade - but Renegade hiptosses him over onto the Cell roof. The fans scream as the caging bends down. Luger quickly pulls himself onto one of the roof bars as Renegade stalks over to him.] Tim: I don't care if this is PoC3, someone's got to get these guys down!! [Renegade pulls up Luger to his feet and slaps on a standing head scissors. The fans pop bigtime at the sight of this, as Renegade gets set up. Renegade lets out a grunt and lifts Luger up for a powerbomb. Luger slips out though, and plans a low blow. Renegade hunches over and turns around. In a last ditch effort, Luger grabs Renegade by the legs and slams him onto the roof with a Jailbreak (inverted powerbomb). The roof suddenly snaps, as Renegade's 300 pounds drop 15 or 20 feet to the tables below. You hear the Japanese fans yell out "OOOHHH" as he lands.] Tim: HOLY CHRIST!! [The fans begin chanting their mangled rendition of "H-W-F-, H-W-F" as Luger walks over to the hole in the roof. The fans continues cheering, as Luger hooks his legs on the edge of the hole and dangles upside down above Renegade.] Jeff: Alright, what the hell is he doing!?! Tim: He's hanging there like a monkey!! Jeff: Even I think this is dangerous... [Luger begins swinging himself upside-down back and forth. As he becomes parallel, face-down, he lets his legs go. Luger AMAZINGLY spins himself with the one and a half backflip and lands HARD on top of Renegade. The fans SCREAM in horror as the ref slides to the edge of the ring and goes for the cover.] Tim: WHAT WAS THAT!?! [One... ...Two... ...THREE!!] Jeff: WHAT!?! [The bell sounds, as "Full Nelson" kicks in again. The ref drops onto the borken tables and bodies and tries to pull both men back into the ring. EMTs rush out, as a technicians grabs the Hardcore Title and throws it into the ring.] Tim: Gary Luger just WON the Hardcore Title!! Jeff: Yeah, with that amazing modified version of his Final Encore. Tim: Well, I'm being told we have to go to the back... [The camera cuts backstage, where you see Tony Bradshaw standing there with HWF President Johnny Drake. Drake is already in full wrestling attire, as he waits for the fans reaction to die down.] Tony Bradshaw: Well, Mr. Drake, tonight's the night where you finally get your rematch with Jayson Starr. Your thoughts? Johnny Drake: Well, my thoughts are simple... I have a gameplan, a basic gameplan. And th- [Drake's voice suddenly cuts out, and they cut back to ringside.] Tim: Sorry to intterupt folks, but this Hardcore Title war is NOT over!! [The camera cuts to the top of the Cell, where Renegade and Luger fight again.] Jeff: How'd they get back up there anyway!?! Tim: Ask yourself, you were out here. Jeff: Yeah, but I'm really into this McDonald's Millionaire game that I got earlier... [Luger goes for a clothesline on Renegade, but Renegade ducks and plants Luger with a quick DDT on the Cell roof. Luger gets up quickly, but Renegade pulls him into a head scissors and plants him back down with a dangerous pulling piledriver.] Tim: Holy ass banging mankey fuckers!!! Jeff: Now what? Tim: Are you telling me you didn’t see that?! Jeff: I told you, I'm doing this Millionaire thing... Hey, who was the third Prime Minister of Canada? Tim: Um... George Jetson? [Renegade slowly turns his eyes to the crowd, dazed and weakened from the vicious hardcore match. He stumbles on top of the cage and nearly falls off on his own, but falls forwards on top of the cell and lands on his face. The crowd is going insane from the display of brutality, but it seems to have stopped. Renegade makes his way to the side of the cell and is about to climb down until...]
# My reflection, dirty mirror # WANNA GO FOR A RIDE?! ["Zero" by the Smashing Pumpkins hits and out from the backstage area comes... Tyler Crane, or as he is more commonly known – Genocyde with a microphone in his hand.] Genocyde: Ah, the HWF - in Japan no less! Hello, all you slanty-eyed, rice-eating, raw-fish fucking uncultured bastards! [ENORMOUS heat from the Japanese crowd.] Genocyde: Oops, I forgot. Management told me not to be racist when I came out here. I have to be politically correct. Hello, all you gooks! [Even larger heat.] Genocyde: I’ll give you all a bit of information that I’m sure you’ll love to hear first, considering how anything important has to go through an entire day before it gets to this god forsaken shit-hole of a country. The Hardcore Wrestling Federation now employs me! That’s right, you’ll be watching me doing what I do best to your “champions” like Michael Trey, Lance Sterling and Jayson Starr – making a mockery out of them just like I did to that stupid fuck on top of the cell! *glares at Luger, and then laughs* Golden Hell after Golden Hell, after Golden Hell… you remember that Gary? You remember how many times I nearly killed you with that move? You’d better, ‘cause now I get to fucking cripple you like I did to those teenage street rats the last time I was here. I’m coooooming! [Genocyde begins running to the cell. He climbs the side quickly and reaches the top. The rising Luger charges Genocyde on the top of the cell and nearly knocks him off the edge, but Genocyde gets his footing and vaults to the roof. He low blows the weakened Luger and spears him to the cell. He rides Luger for a bit, raining blows down onto his head. He picks up Luger and grabs him in a half-nelson. He drops to his stomach and hits a modified neckbreaker.] Jeff: ZERO!! Tim: And the newly acquired jackass from the XCW has just snapped the spine of Gary Luger! Why does he always do that? What’s the point? Jeff: Infidel! You DARE speak such things about the almighty Tyler Crane?! [Genocyde gets to his knees and laughs out-loud at the booing Japanese crowd. He puts his hands at his sides and bows deeply, mocking the Japanese people. He grabs Luger by the hair and lifts him to his feet. Genocyde presses his face close to Lugers’ and screams at him. Suddenly...] # IF ONLY WE COULD FLYYYYYY... [The drum beat of My Generation hits.] # MY GE-GE-GENERATION!! [The heavy guitar blasts from the PA system and Michael Lawless comes running out from the back. The Japanese crowd is going INSANE at the arrival of the XCW’s former luchador wrestler] Tim: Oh shit! I forgot! "Flawless" Mike Lawless was hired by the HWF just a few days ago! Jeff: Sonovafuckingmexican!!! [Lawless climbs the cage in a flash and he and Genocyde proceed to beat the living hell out of each other. Gary Luger rolls around in pain from the paralyzing “Zero” delivered by Genocyde. Genocyde and Lawless exchange a few rights before Lawless catches a punch and twists Genocyde’s arm around. He kicks Genocyde in the stomach, hops up onto his knee and flips over holding his arm. He applies a sleeper hold with the wrenched arm to make it a Buffalo Sleeper and steps in front of Genocyde’s foot. He sweeps his legs away and drops Genocyde’s face flat on the top of the cell. Luger has gotten to his feet holding his neck and spots Lawless. He charges him from behind on delivers a forearm to the back of his head. Lawless stumbles forwards and turns to duke it out with Luger. After an exchange of hits, Luger blocks one of Lawless’ and fires two back at him in a row. Lawless stumbles back even farther and teeters on the edge of the cell. Genocyde is back on his feet and grabs Lawless from behind, yanking him off the edge of the cell. He falls, but grabs onto the wall and hangs on. Genocyde takes no notice of him and signals to someone in the back. Thick steel wires that held the cell up before come down and are attached quickly by Genocyde. He makes another signal and the cell begins to rise up... 5 feet... 10 feet... 15 feet... 20 feet... and stops. The base of the cell is now 20 feet from the floor below and is swinging back and forth by the cables holding it up. Genocyde laughs for a bit longer and turns around to face Luger. Luger has been taking a short breather from the scuffle that has now turned into an impromptu platform deathmatch. Lawless is still hanging off the edge of the cell, but Genocyde and Luger take no notice of him and continue where they left off. Luger with a right, Genocyde with a right, Luger right, Genocyde right, Luger, Genocyde, Luger Genocyde, Luger, Genocyde…!]
# I WANNA THANK YOU MOM # BUT THE GOD OF THE PEOPLE I HATED!!! Tim: What... Jeff: The... Tim & Jeff: SHIT?! [The Japanese fans pop HUGE for Marilyn Manson’s “Disposable Teens” as it blares over the speakers, and from the curtain comes... no one. No Teen Angst. No Chris Thrilla. No Hardcore Hoodlum. Not from the ramp, anyway. From the ceiling comes a harnessed figure in a black sweater.] Tim: Hey...! Jeff: That’s the same guy from last week on Suicide AND earlier tonight with Tempest! Tim: I thought it was Mike Lawless at first, but he’s already here! [Genocyde and Luger rock back and forth from their exchange as the person touches down on the top of the swinging cell. He unhooks himself from the harness and makes his way over to Renegade, who has been watching the carnage from the side of the roof. He’s still dazed and doesn’t know exactly where he is. The hood points at Luger and Genocyde and then at Lawless, shouting something at Renegade. His head nods and he stands on his feet. Renegade charges towards Gary Luger along with the hood, knocking the two out of their stunned state. Renegade gives a boot to Luger’s midsection and locks on with a suplex. He lifts him up and drives his head to the top of the cell with an evenflow DDT!] Tim: FIST OF RAGE!! [Lawless has gotten to his feet and turns Genocyde around. He lifts him up with a Northern Light’s suplex, but takes a shot to the nuts and drops Genocyde. Genocyde grabs Lawless in a suplex and aims him off the edge of the cell. He’s about to drop him, but Lawless kicks out of it and slides around behind him with a double chicken-wing. He twists Genocyde around for the Claim To Fame (Reverse Gory-Special Suplex) but that’s blocked by Genocyde. He reaches up and grabs Lawless in a half-nelson sleeper and is about to drop for “Zero” when Lawless tucks his free elbow against Genocyde’s ribs and hauls him over his shoulder. Genocyde rolls onto his shoulder and springs to his feet and meets Lawless with raised fists. They strike each other with lightning-quick blows over and over.] Tim: Jesus, what's gonna happen!?! [On the other side of the cage, Renegade and Luger are battling closer to Genocyde and Lawless. The hood is sitting off in a corner of the cell, pouring a fluid onto the shin of his pants. He pulls a thin red bottle with a hose out of a small bag he had with him and drops it on the roof of the cage. He stands up – the right shin of his pants drenched in the liquid and struts over to Genocyde and Lawless. Luger on the other hand, has just low-blowed Renegade and chases after the hood. He grabs his shoulder and spins him around, swinging a stiff right hand. The hood catches the shot and spins around behind him, grabbing his other arm in a crucifix. He tosses Luger into the air with a Crucifix Bomb and changes it into a neckbreaker on the way down. Luger bounces off the cell roof and grabs his neck in pain. He gets up onto his knees and glares at the hood’s back. He begins to go after him, but Renegade lands a stiff shot to his jaw, stunning him. The hood continues walking over to Genocyde, pulling something out of his pocket. Lawless grabs Genocyde in a double chicken-wing and spins it into a Claim To Fame facing the edge of the cell. He turns his head around just enough that he sees the hood out of the corner of his eye. He yells out “DO IT!!” to the hood, and he goes into action. The small item in his hand is a lighter – one that he sparks and touches to his pant leg. The fluid was flammable, so his entire right shin and foot is engulfed in flames! He squares himself to the upside-down Genocyde and sends a flaming sidekick to his crotch, pushing Lawless over the edge of the cell. Lawless and Genocyde fall nearly 40 feet to the ground below into the crowd, landing on rows of chairs!] Tim: GET THE EMT’S!!! Jeff: Ok... THAT WAS FUCKING COOL!!! Tim: That guy could have very well KILLED Mike Lawless and Genocyde with that one kick! They were just signed, too! Jeff: True, but come on! 40 feet down from a flaming boot to the nuts!! [The hood grabs the thin bottle (a small fire-extinguisher) and begins spraying his flaming leg with foam to put out the fire. The hood stares down at the two fallen wrestlers and raises his hand to them both, waving good-bye. He turns around to find Luger running straight at him, with Renegade close behind. The hood grabs the running Luger in a 180 - spinebomb and tosses him backwards onto Renegade’s shoulders in a powerbomb position. Renegade spins around 180 degrees with the hood doing the same, jumping up and catching a reverse chancery on the spinning Luger. Renegade sits out with a Tornado Powerbomb, and the hood dropping with a reverse fallout, high angle Tornado DDT!!! The section of cell breaks away, with the hood and Luger falling off the roof of the cell. The hood grabs onto the side of the gaping hole and frantically struggles his way to the roof. Luger on the other hand, falls all the way to the ring below, impacting HARD on the mat.] Jeff: HOLY FUCK!!! Tim: They put another hole in it!! Jeff: But he landed in the ring! He’s fine. He’ll be up and running about tomorrow, I guarantee. Same goes for the other two. Tim: As a matter of fact, I have word on that – Mike Lawless has suffered a severe back injury and will more than likely taken off the HWF roster– Jeff: Good! We don’t need Mexicans! Tim: He’s NOT Mexican. And I’m sure you’ll be devastated to hear that Genocyde has suffered a similar injury. Both have been taken to the nearest hospital and will be airlifted over to North America shortly. It’s a shame... such talented wrestlers having their careers shortened like that. Jeff: It’s what they do, damn it! Pay attention to the ring and not that sentimental bullshit! Tim: Your mother turned you to solid foods too early when you were a baby, didn’t she? [On the Cell, Renegade and the hood have gotten to their feet. They stand in the center of the roof, staring at each other. The hood extends his hand... and Renegade accepts it.] Jeff: Whoa. Tim: Whoa. [Renegade steps away from the hood, turning his back on him. The person grabs onto the top of the hood and pulls it away... short messy hair... green, golden eyes... a face that seems too young to be doing something like this, but riddled with the stress and pain of someone twice his age... The Hardcore Hoodlum, Spike. The crowd pops HUGE at the sight of one half of the former tag champions and begins a Japanese-type "Angst" chant!] Jeff: Whoa! Tim: Whoa! [Renegade is slightly confused at the chants and turns around to check what just happened... and nearly falls off the edge of the cell in surprise!] Jeff: He didn’t even know it was Spike!! Tim: What?! Jeff: WHOA!! Tim: WHOA!! [Renegade and Spike stare at each other, eyeing the other down. Renegade steps closer to Spike again and looks him up and down. Spike looks away from Renegade and points at Luger. Renegade follows his finger to find that Luger is now being placed on a stretcher. Renegade smirks slightly and the two clasp hands again.] Jeff: Am I seeing this? Tim: What the FUCK?! This does not make sense... Jeff: Yeah, no shit! I don’t think Renegade even knew Spike was helping him out! Tim: I don’t think Spike knew he was helping Renegade out either! It just kinda... happened! Jeff: Well, that’s the HWF for ya! Tim: You’re damn right! What’s next on the card...? [The Extream Screen shows a set of clouds in front of a red sky. The clouds slowly seperate as words show up on the screen: "Betrayal"... It dissapears. Then "Hatred"... It dissapears too, and then "Patience"... It follows suit, as well as "Chance"... Then other words show up as the clouds are almost apart. "War...", the clouds part. "Over this..." And 2 words come out between the clouds: "DARK HORIZON".] [The lights dim on the stage as the weird sounds begin to emanate from the PA system. The mixture of piano and other sounds mix with the drums as the vocals begin to break through.]
"I ain't happy, [Finally, as "Clint Eastwood" by Gorillaz kicks in, strobe lights begin to flash as the Extream Screen shows quick images spiraling and circling before it finally focuses in on three words: The Inner Circle. A large circular portion of the stage has sunk down at this point, and at this point, small flames line the outline of the pit. It slowly begins to rise up as three members of The Inner Circle, Phoenix, Rayne, and Jonathan Storm rise into view with it. They look rather disinterested with the big entrance, and as they finish their ascent to stage level, something can be seen resting around their feet. Storm and Phoenix pick up the object and as they step out of the flames, it becomes apparent that the mystery object is a rather large glass table. The three members of The Circle then begin to walk down to the ring to loud boos from the crowd in the Tokyo Dome. As they make their way down the ramp, a series of red explosions are set off on either side of the ramp. When they get down to the ring, Storm and Phoenix set up the glass table on the floor and then turn around to have a few words with Rayne. The three of them nod their heads in agreement just before Storm and Phoenix slide into the ring.] ["My Way" by Limp Biscuit starts up and the lights turn off as the fans get on their feet with cheers.]
#Special [With the start of the chorus, the lights switch back on. Camera pans around the fans cheering for David Zakin. A huge explosion of pyrotechnics goes off and the crowd gets louder. David Zakin and Jon E. Karman walk through the smoke with arms raised high. Karman runs around the aisle in every which direction slapping fans hands while Zakin walks down slapping hands with his barbwire kendo stick in the other hand. Zakin walks up the steel steps while Karman slides in the ring. Zakin hops up the top turnbuckle raising both arms high in the air. Karman points at Zakin basically signaling "He's the man". Zakin hops down and enters the ring through the middle rope.] ["Indestructible" by the Matthew Good Band hits the speakers, and the bass riff sends the crowd to their feet as Chris Davison appears in the entranceway. He walks to the ring, reaching in to tag quite a few fans' hands. He reaches the ring and steps onto the apron, then onto the turnbuckles, playing to the crowd and receiving a large pop. He hops off of the turnbuckles and then leans on the ropes, looking vaguely nonchalant.]
 Chris DavisonC vs. Jonathan Storm [Zakin and Phoenix stand toe to toe exchanging big right hands until Phoenix lands a solid shot to Zakin's temple. Zakin then retaliates with a punch to the side of Phoenix's head backing Phoenix up. The Insider then goes for a huge roundhouse with Phoenix ducks and then delivers a straight shot to Zakin's forehead backing him up against the ropes. Phoenix then takes a few steps back and charges straight for Zakin before clotheslining him, Phoenix's momentum carrying both men to the floor. Zakin quickly gets back to his feet and grabs a nearby ladder. Phoenix then stands up with his back to the ladder wielding Zakin. He turns around and is caught with a ladder shot to the face, the metallic thud echoing throughout the arena. Phoenix drops to his knees grimacing in pain. He then reaches up and checks his face for blood only to find a decent sized gash above his left eye that is beginning to leak blood out onto his entire face. When Phoenix realizes this, he smiles to himself and nods his head as Zakin winds up again and swings the ladder baseball style connecting with Phoenix's face again, this time knocking him onto his back.] Tim: This match is starting to get bloody in the early-going! Zakin just busted Phoenix open with that ladder! Jeff: It's supposed to be vice-versa! PHOENIX SHOULD BE MAKING ZAKIN BLEED! [Davison and Storm are on the outside, brawling back and forth. Davison sets up a table and then a ladder, and grabs Storm, shoving him on the table. He hits two punches to the jaw on Storm, and then begins to climb the ladder. Storm shakes the dizziness off and climbs up after Davison, punching him in the kidneys to slow him. Davison reaches down and grabs Storm's hair, and then locks in a rear chancery. Davison leaps backward and executes a falling inverted DDT through the table on Storm.] Jeff: They should bring out the barb wire bats! [Davison grabs a bat with barb-wire around it from under the ring, and tosses it into the ring for Zakin.] Tim: What the...? Jeff: I'M GOD I TELL YOU! GOD! No... wait... sorry Gavin! I didn't mean to be blasphemer! Tim: Ugh... [Phoenix gets up, and Zakin gets the bat ready. At the last second, Phoenix sees the bat and ducks the swing. He spears Zakin to the floor and beings to pummel him with lefts and rights. He gets up, and spits some blood to the mat. He lifts Zakin up, and puts him in a front chancery. He lifts Zakin, turns 180 degrees, and front suplex's Zakin onto the ring ropes. Zakin bounces off, holding his stomach. Phoenix picks up the barbwire bat, and stands above Zakin. He slams it down once, Zakin moves his head. He slams it down again, once again missing as Zakin dodges it. Then Phoenix his a front-face legdrop, seperates hits legs, and drops the barbwire bat between his legs landing it on Zakin's mid-section. He gets up, and tears the bat off of Zakin. Zakin yells as the skin on the bottom of his chest and his stomach area is torn. Zakin rolls over holding his bleeding midsection and yelling as Phoenix just laughs. Davison has been knocking Storm down every time he got up, while stacking tables outside of the ring.] Tim: What is Davison setting up for? And Phoenix is a fucking maniac! Pardon my fucking French. Excuse my Goddamn Spanish. Jeff: No habla Anglais. Mi casa su casa? Tim: God no! [4 tables have been stacked above each other (2 on the bottom, 2 on the top), wrapped in barb-wire, and a ladder standing behind them. Davison gives Storm another neck-breaker as he gets up, and puts an unfolded table wrapped in barbwire above the stack of 4 tables. While Storm is down, he grabs a chair from underneath the ring. Davison turns around to grab Storm, but Storm SWINGS the chair like a Golf club, and SMACKS Davison beneath his chin. Davison falls backwards, just centimeters from the tables. Storm gets up, and tears his shirt off. He wraps the chair with his shirt, and yells to Phoenix for something. Rayne goes over to Davison and holds him down. Karman sees this from the other side, and begins to walk over.] Tim: What is Storm calling for? Jeff: Nevermind that! LOOK AT RAYNE! WOOOOOHOOOOO! She could feed my seeds anyday! [Phoenix tosses Storm a lighter from inside the ring. When he turns around, he's met with a barrage of rights and lefts from Zakin. Zakin irish whips Phoenix toward the corner. Phoenix hits the turnbuckle hard and walks back out at Zakin who lines himself up and attempts to hit the Shadow Kick. Phoenix sees this coming and grabs hold of Zakin's leg forcing him to hop in place on one leg. Before Zakin can attempt an enziguri, Phoenix steps into Zakin, wraps his arms around Zakin's waist, spins around and drives him back first into the turnbuckles. While Zakin is in the corner, Phoenix scoops him up and ties him up in a Tree of Woe. Phoenix then grabs a nearby coil of barbed wire and places it in front of Zakin's face. He then backs up before sprinting toward Zakin and dropkicking the barbed wire straight into his face.] Jeff: GOOD GAVIN! [Zakin yells again, and coughs. His face is crimson red from the blood that the barbwire caused. His eyes are barely open.] Tim: That's gonna leave a scar! Poor Zakin! [Storm has lit the chair wrapped with his shirt on fire and raises it to the crowd's displeasure. Davison struggles to get up as Rayne continues to force him to the ground. Karman runs over, and kicks Rayne's hands off of Davison. Davison quickly gets out of the way as Storm brings the chair down. The burning chair comes inches from Rayne's face, and they both give a sigh of relief. But Davison dropkicks Storm from behind. Storm drops the chair, and falls into Rayne. Davison quickly picks up the chair, and throws it on top of the stack of tables. The top unfolded table lights on fire, and slowly spreads. Then Phoenix falls to the outside, landing on Davison. Storm runs into the ring, and Rayne steps away from the burning tower of table. Phoenix raises his arms for the crowd. They boo him. He turns around, and to his surprise, Zakin is standing. Bleeding and staring at Phoenix. He kicks Phoenix, grabs his hair, and tosses him backwards. He grabs the barbwire, and jumps on top of Phoenix. Zakin holds Phoenix's arms down with his legs, and begins to rub the barbwire agaisnt Phoenix's face. Phoenix is yelling and laughing out loud at the same time. The blood is pouring out of his face. The cuts are visible all over his face. Zakin gets up, grabs Phoenix by the hair and throws him outside of the ring. This is when Phoenix lands on Davison and Storm runs into the ring. Meantime, Zakin sets up a ladder in the ring. Phoenix sets up another table outside, while Davison recovers from the unplanned splash by Phoenix.] Tim: ITS A MESS OUT THERE! The spots have just changed! Jeff: Let's see that flaming tower of Tables get used! [Davison and Phoenix continue to brawl on the outside. Davison goes to throw another punch, but Phoenix quickly lifts his leg up catching Davison square in the groin. Phoenix then grabs Davison head and DDTs him onto the concrete floor. Phoenix then grabs a table a nearby table that has been set up and rolls Davison onto it. Phoenix then looks around for some barbed wire until a large coil catches his eye. He grabs it and proceeds to tie Davison down to the table with the wire.] Tim: I don't like the looks of this one bit. Something bad is going to happen and Davison won't even be able to protect himself. [Phoenix then slides into the ring grabbing the ladder that is set up there. He drags it over to the ropes by Davison and begins to scale it. Davison shakes and squirms around in an attempt to get himself free but only succeeds in causing the barbs to dig further into his skin. Phoenix eventually reaches the top and stands up on the top rung. The flashbulbs begin to go off in the arena, which reflect off the bloodied face of Phoenix.] Tim: Oh no. Phoenix is going to kill Chris Davison. Don't do this Phoenix. Jeff: Yes, Phoenix. Do it. You know you want to jump. [And then, he takes flight. Phoenix leaps forward off the ladder and sails fifteen feet down before driving Davison through the table to the concrete floor with a huge body splash.] Jeff: Holy Shit! Tim: OH MY GOD!!! Phoenix may have just killed Chris Davison. Jeff: And you wonder why I love that crazy bastard. [The fans begin to applaud as Davison and Phoenix both roll around on the ground in a pool of blood, both men obviously hurt.] Jeff: I cant believe they havent touched the Flaming Tower yet! It's going to die out! David Zakin picks up the steel chair that was left on the mat and looks at Storm, who is circling him. Storm charges, but Zakin moves out of the way. Upon turning around, Storm is nailed in the head with the chair!! But he doesn't go down! Zakin flips the chair over and nails him again...Storm still isn't down. While Storm is wobbling around, Zakin bounces off the ropes. In one amazing motion, Zakin throws the chair at Storm and then plants it into his chest with a leaping Shadow Kick!! He goes for the cover.] [ONE.... TWO... THRE--- KICKOUT!!! Storm kicked out of a Shadow Kick!] Tim: Amazing effort by Storm! Jeff: He tarnished Sterling... that bastard... [Storm quickly gets up, and rolls to the outside followed by Zakin. Storm quickly smacks Zakin with a chair. Davison slowly gets up! Storm walks over to the downed Zakin with a steel chair in hand. Storm begins to beat Zakin with the chair, but this is quickly stopped by a massive chairshot from Chris Davison to Storm's head! Davison helps Zakin to his feet and then hands Zakin the steel chair that Storm was using. Davison and Zakin stand on the sides of Storm and wait for him to get up. Storm finally rises to his feet but is quickly laid out again by a double chair shot from Zakin and Davison! The crowd goes wild and begin to cheer!] Tim: It looks as if things are turning around! What team work by Davison and Zakin! [Phoenix gets up and gives Davison a quick running rana. Zakin begins to beat down on Storm. Phoenix begins to climb the ladder near the flaming tower. Davison sees this and follows Phoenix up. Storm gets up, and low blows Zakin who is watching his partner and Phoenix climb. He grabs Zakin's legs and brings him to the ground, pummeling him as well. Storm sets up another table near the OTHER ladder on the outside. Storm begins to climb that ladder in sequence with Phoenix and Davison. Zakin sees this, and climbs as well.] Jeff: YES! LADDER SPOTS! KILL EM ALL! Tim: You never cease to amaze me. [Phoenix and Davison are at the top of their ladder near the flaming tower of tables. Zakin and Storm are at the top of another ladder near a single barbwire table. Phoenix grabs Davison for a suplex, and Zakin grabs Storm for a suplex as well. Storm reverses the suplex, and throws Zakin forward 15 feet onto the barbwire table. Davison is lifted into the air then, but reverses the suplex, and sends Phoenix flying behind him onto the burning tower. The chair underneath Phoenix SNAPS, the unfolded table is broken, and the 4 stacked tables shatter!] Tim: OH MY GOOD GOD! THAT'S IT! PHOENIX IS DEAD! ZAKIN IS BROKEN! Jeff: THE VIOLENCE! I LOVE IT! [Davison and Storm then stand at the top of their respective ladders. Storm jumps off hitting an Anaheim Aftershock (Swanton Bomb) onto Zakin, hitting the table awkwardly and passing out after his head hit the floor. Davison hits a 450 splash on Phoenix! Davison's body lights on fire due to Phoenix's body, and he just lays there.] Jeff: HOLY JUMPING JEHOVA'S WITNESS MONKEY LOVING FIRE BREATHING ANIMAL WITH ONE TESTICLE! Tim: That can't be a good thing! [The ref gets down and counts. One.... Two..... THREE!!!] Tim: THREE! THREE! DAVISON WINS! Jeff: STORM WINS! Tim: DAV-I-SON!! Jeff: ST-OO-RM!! [Nigel Rolston grabs the mic, and gets in the ring. All men are unconscious.] Nigel: The referee has decided that the winners of this match... are Jonathan Storm... and Chris Davison! Tim: BOTH MEN?! Jeff: NO! WHAT ABOUT THE CANADIAN TITLE! Tim: There's no change! Jeff: Oh Gavin... this wont be nice when Storm wakes up! [Technicians rush out to the ring to set up for the next match, as they cut to a promo for the HWF's next Pay-Per-View...] Tim: We'll be right back... [The promo begins in complete darkness. The scene fades in to see a New York City skyline. The camera does a fly-by through the city, passing the Statue of Liberty and Empire State Building as well as many other NYC landmarks. A deep voice cuts in.] Deep Voice: On May Twenty-Seventh... the HWF hits the Big Apple... [They fly by Central Park, where a mass of people look up at the camera. They then show Madison Square Garden, where the shot immediately stops.] Deep Voice: And invades the most famous arena in America... Madison Square Garden... [You see half-fades of Gavin Coens, Kyle Solomon, Chris Styles, Silky Palms, Tempest, Michael Trey, and Vic Williams.] Deep Voice: Hearts will be broken... Bone will be shattered... [The title pops up on the screen, as the voice says it.] Deep Voice: ...at DARK HORIZON!! [The arena is left with a black background. A red star-type effect appears and you suddenly hear thunder. The screen cuts to black, and then back into the arena - where they prepare for the Tag Titles match.] Tim: Alright, folks, mark that date on your calander... Dark Horizon takes place on May 27th!! Jeff: But now, back to the violence... [The 'Juppongatana' blares through the arena as the arena lights dim. Red lights strobe throughout as the fans sit in silence. Suddenly TATSUMI rushes from the back, his trademark Sickle raised over his head. TATSUMI stops on the stage as his partner, the stoic Darkside Dragon, emerges from the back. Dragon stops in the center of the stage and bows as TATSUMI jumps around on the stage trying to hype up the crowd, and it works quite well. TATSUMI starts towards the ring followed by Dragon who takes his time, the Japanese crowd is in a frenzy by now. TATSUMI slides into the ring first, careful of the barbwire, and runs from one turnbuckle to the other, climbing up and raising his Sickle into the air. Dragon enters the ring in the chaos and stands motionless in the center. TATSUMI climbs to the top of another turnbuckle and blows his now Yellow mist into the air just as Dragon breaks into a martial arts display. TATSUMI hops down from the turnbuckle as Dragon finishes his display and bows to the crowd, who've yet to calm down. TATSUMI tosses his Sickle into the team corner and hops around, loosening up. Meanwhile Dragon kneels in the corner and blesses himself. He finishes his prayer and rises to his feet before looking to TATSUMI. The two men nod to each other as they await their opponents, the fans are still at a fevered pitch.] Jeff: These damn Japs sure are 'over' here. Tim: It's their homeland... it's like Wrecking Crew going to Texas. Didn't you figure this out weeks ago? Jeff: What the fuck ever, let's just get to the explosions! [The lights in the stadium dim as the camera focuses on the Extream Screen. On the massive screen stretches a gigantic brickwall, with nothing more than a low rumbling sound emitting from the PA system. The rumbling gets louder and louder as it becomes clear it's a loud engine on full throttle. The roar reaches its apex has the brickwall explodes, and a large, Ford Duelly Pickup blasts through as the lights flash wildly to the opening riff of "Lakini's Juice". From the entrance jumps Wildcat and Rickey Williams, jawing at each other and the audience. We notice their Tag Team Titles shining on their shoulders as both men start walking down the rampway. They pause to eye the Double Hell setup (Click for Diagram) and then toss their tag titles towards the time keeper before, sliding into the ring. Rickey and Billy mount the turnbuckles to a chorus of boos from the partisan crowd. The champs finally hop down and quietly start to trade words about the match at hand] Tim: We saw the Wrecking Crew cross the line last week by taking off Dragon's mask. If I were Billy and Rickey I'd have to be asking myself if that was wise. Jeff: Look at those two... do you think they've EVER considered the repercussions of their actions? Tim: Hmm, good point. Then again that's what makes them so lovable. Jeff: Uh.. yeah. Whatever you say.
 Wrecking CrewC vs. Warriors of the Rising Sun BETA
(Ring Explosion: 20:00) [Dragon tries to start things fast, charging Rickey and swinging a forearm. Big Texas will have none of it though, as he tosses Dragon over into a back body drop. Dragon hits hard near the apron on the rope-less side of the ring. Meanwhile we see that Billy has blind sided TATSUMI and has him stunned after a running shoulder block. Wildcat snatches TATSUMI over with a snap suplex and then takes a look around for some possible weapons. Across the ring Rickey has Dragon up and tosses him towards the electrified barbwire ropes. Dragon slides down to one knee and slips under the ropes to the outside. Dragon starts digging under the ring for weapons as we notice that Rickey has moved over to double team TATSUMI. Wildcat has retrieved TATSUMI's sickle from the corner and Rickey is holding the struggling TATSUMI in a full nelson. Wildcat charges and takes a swing with the hand held sickle, but TATSUMI slips free and moves. Billy stops the blade about a half an inch from Rickey's chest as the two men sigh in relief. Wildcat slowly turns, getting a fast spinning heel kick to the mush as he does. Billy slams back into Rickey and falls to the mat. Rickey losses he balance and staggers back to one of the rope-less sides of the ring. Rickey is just above the Spidernet Exploding Barbwire, as he starts to fall out of the ring. Rickey somehow pushes off with a jump and clears the Spidernet, stumbling to a safe landing at ringside. Rickey slowly turns to find TATSUMI flying through the air with a flying body press suicida. TATSUMI sails high above the Spidernet and slams into Rickey, sending both men tumbling to the floor and drawing an 'uuwwhhaaaa' from the Japanese crowd] Tim: Off to a fast start here in this Tag Title match... Jeff: Fast? I haven't seen one goddamned explosion yet and you call that fast? Tim: This match isn't all about explosions. Jeff: But it is mostly about them... Tim: True. (Ring Explosion: 18:21) [Back at ringside Darkside Dragon can be seen sliding a plethora of weapons into the ring: a Barbwire covered piece of plywood (5ft. long 3ft. wide), a heavily wrapped barbwire baseball bat, assorted bags, both plastic and burlap, a few chairs... it's as if there's a flea market under the ring. Meanwhile TATSUMI is up at ringside and taking in the applause of his fans. He turns back towards the ring to find Wildcat Williams taking flight from the same rope-less side of the ring he had jumped from moments before. Billy wraps his legs around TATSUMI's head in mid-air and swings him around into the Rig Drop (Flying Hurricanrana). As we glance back over to Dragon we see that he has now pulled several tables from under the ring and left them strewn in various states of setup at ringside. He quickly heads around the ring and nails Billy with an unexpected forearm just as he was about to pull TATSUMI up. Wildcat drops to one knee and Dragon goes to kick him, but he's suddenly grabbed from behind by Rickey, who recovered in all the commotion. Rickey tosses Dragon back with a HUGE release German suplex. Dragon fly's back and lands right in the Spidernet barbwire at ringside. Dragon breaks through the criss crossing barbwire that makes up the top of the Spidernet and falls to the thumbtack and broken glass covered bottom. As soon as he hit's bottom the arena is rocked with a mild explosion *BOOM*. The force knocks Rickey off his feet and leaves the air thick with smoke, so much so that we can't see if Dragon is ok or not] Jeff: That's what I'm talking about! Tim: Jesus... I knew it exploded, but not like that. I felt the force of that over here on the other side of the ring! Jeff: These Japs really ARE crazy! I kept hearing them say they'd put their lives on the line... but this is fucking awesome, and we've got 15 more minutes left in this match! (Ring Explosion: 15:58) [Rickey and Billy both stagger up and look wide eyed towards the Spidernet. They see the motionless smoldering body of Dragon tangled in a mess of charred barbwire, and laying amid singed broken glass and tacks. The Wrecking Crew just shakes their heads and turn to find TATSUMI slipping past them and leaping into the ring. TATSUMI snatches up the barbwire covered bat and dares the Crew to enter the ring. Not being the type to back down both members move around and slide in under the electrified barbwire ropes. TATSUMI lays a shot from the bat right across Billy's shirt covered back before he can even get to his feet. Rickey does manage to get all the way up, but his fate is the similar. TATSUMI drives the end of the bat into Rickey's gut, and then takes a homerun swing at his massive chest. TATSUMI nails him hard and staggers Big Texas back near the barbwire ropes. TATSUMI tosses the bat away and runs head long at Rickey, intent on forcing him into the exploding wire. Rickey manages to pull out a drop toehold though, the result of which sends TATSUMI down chest and throat first over the bottom barbwire rope. *PAP*POW*PAP* Three small, firecracker sized explosions go off at TATSUMI's point of contact with the rope. The force of the small explosions knocks him back off the rope and onto the canvas. The fans gasp at the sight of the explosions, even Rickey cringes just a little, not really expecting that to happen. By now Billy is up, and he yells over to Big Texas. Rickey nods and pulls TATSUMI up a little, flips him over, and lays him backfirst across the bottom barbwire rope. Billy moves in with the barbwire board and lays it against TATSUMI, barbwire side down. The Wrecking Crew move back and gesture to the crowd before moving in and throwing a double low dropkick, driving the barbwire board into TATSUMI's face and body. *BOOM* Much to everyone's surprise the barbwire board explodes in a huge puff of flame and smoke upon contact with TATSUMI's face. We hear scattered screams from the females in the crowd as the fans rise to their feet, concerned] Tim: They've killed him! Jeff: Oh My God! They just double fucking dropkicked an exploding barbwire board into the guy's FACE! Tim: For the love of God fans... Don't try this at home! Last thing we need is some backyard wrestler blowing his face off. (Ring Explosion: 12:16) [Rickey and Billy just sort of stand there for a second, staring at the fragmented plywood board that covers TATSUMI. The odd moment is broken when they see the blackened and burned body of Darkside Dragon slowly climbing into the ring. Dragon's mask is slightly tattered and we can see pink, red, and black burn marks on his upper back and neck. The burn marks are also covered in thumbtacks and the odd bit of broken glass. He has cuts from the barbwire all up and down his arms and he looks like he can barely move. Rickey pulls Dragon up and into the center of the ring and jams into a standing headscissors. Billy slowly heads over to a turnbuckle and plays to the fans, who react with boos, as Rickey double underhooks Dragon's arms. Rickey pulls Dragon up and plants him with the Roughrider (Pedigree). Billy continues his taunting of the fans as Rickey rolls Dragon over and makes the cover] Jeff: It's Over! Tim: It has to be over... [One... ...Two... ...THR-Kick Out!] Tim: WHAT?! He kicked out of the Roughrider! Jeff: That's one tough little Jap! (Ring Explosion: 10:37) [Rickey slowly gets to his feet in disbelief as Billy stops in his tracks. Wildcat quickly rejoins his partner and the men yank Dragon to his feet. The toss him over, right into the barbwire ropes opposite his partner *POW*PAP*POW* Little explosions blast all around him as the barbwire sags with his weight. He stumbles out of the ropes, smoke rising from his back, and collapses to the mat. Rickey and Billy look at the downed Dragon and then both slowly turn their attention to the still motionless TATSUMI. The Wrecking Crew tosses the plywood debris off of him as the fans begin to boo. We get our first look at what's left of TATSUMI and it's not pretty. We see that his mask is almost totally gone, burnt away by the explosion. His chest and face are charred and covered in pink-ish black burn marks. We see several spots of blood on his chest as well, no doubt from the barbwire] Jeff: I would say that it's cool that we can finally see his face... but they ain't a whole lot to see at this point. Tim: If he didn't wear a mask to hide a scarred face he'll have to know. His threshold for pain must be insanely high. Jeff: Either that or all his nerve endings have been singed off. (Ring Explosion: 9:21) [Billy drags TATSUMI off the bottom rope and out to the center of the ring. He grapevines TATSUMI's legs and turns him over into 8 Second (Sharpshooter). TATSUMI winces in pain as we see Big Texas carefully climbing to the top rope. It take a bit longer that usual because of the ring setup, but he manages to get there. Rickey takes to the air and lands a massive Guillotine Leg Drop across the back of TATSUMI's head to complete the Double Deuce. Billy lets go of 8 Seconds and pins TATSUMI with a lateral press] Tim: There's no shame in loosing a hard fought match like that... it's best that it ends now, the Warriors need medical attention. Jeff: They put up one hell of a fight though. You almost hate to see it end. [One... ] [...Two...] [...THRE-Shoulder Up!] Tim: Did we just see what I think we saw? Jeff: He fucking kicked out! I'll be damned! Tim: No one's ever kicked out of the Double Deuce! Jeff: These guys just don't know when to quit! (Ring Explosion: 7:49) [Wildcat get's to his feet and we can see him yell out a frustrated 'FUCK'. Rickey heads over and grabs a chair as Billy goes over and starts pulling up Darkside Dragon. Dragon comes to life, landing a double handed chop right to Billy's throat. Billy drops to one knee, clutching his throat as Dragon lunges past him and nails Rickey in the back of the head with a shuffle side kick. Rickey is thrown forward into the barbwire ropes. *PAP*PAP*POW* A host of small explosions go off around Rickey and he falls to the mat, his Wrecking Crew shirt in tatters. Rickey rolls to the outside, under the ropes, and collapses to his knees to catch his breath. Meanwhile Dragon nails Billy with a standing ax kick to the back of the head and then forces him into a standing headscissors. Dragon crosses Wildcat's arms underneath his body, and then uses them like handles to pull him up onto his shoulder for the Darkside Bomb (Cross Arms Powerbomb). Dragon then runs three steps, Billy still hoists up, and tosses Billy out of the rope-less side of the ring with a running Darkside Bomb. Billy hits hard in the same Spidernet that Dragon had went in earlier. *BOOM* A far less powerful explosion goes off as Wildcat lands in the twisted mass of barbwire, glass, and tacks, that make up the Spidernet. The fans are on their feet now, cheering at the top of their lungs for their hometown boy, Darkside Dragon] Jeff: Now a redneck gets toasted! What a sweet move, a running powerbomb out of the ring and into that barbwire stuff... Tim: Spidernet Barbwire. Jeff: Whatever. Tim: These men are pushing the limits here tonight, they've got to be exhausted by now... not to mention the injuries they've suffered. Jeff: I don't think anything is going to stop either one of these teams at this point though. Well, maybe actual death. (Ring Explosion: 6:03) [Amazingly TATSUMI is back on his feet in the ring, though he's looking extremely tired. Blood drips down his chest now, as we can see his charred flesh beginning to blister. TATSUMI sees Rickey slowly standing on the outside and instinct takes over. TATSUMI runs at the barbwire, pulls a cartwheel, then a back handspring, and flips over the sagging barbwire and slams onto Rickey with a modified Sasuke Special #2. The fans cheer at the sight of the familiar move as we see Dragon grab one of the plastic bags and slide to the outside of the ring. Dragon goes about setting up a table near the downed Rickey as TATSUMI stumbles to his feet. Dragon gets the table set up and empties the bag onto, producing a bottle and a lighter. Dragon begins to soak the table with the contents of the bottle as we see TATSUMI pulling a bucket from under the ring. He pulls a piece of cloth out of the bucket, which is filled with liquid, and tosses it over onto the apron near a corner. Dragon yells to TATSUMI before igniting the table into a ball of flame. TATSUMI yanks up Rickey and both men underhook him. They hoist him up and drive him through the flaming table with The Juppongatana (Double Tiger Driver). Rickey smashes the flaming table drawing a 'uuwwwaaahhh' from the crowd, followed by a round of cheers] Jeff: Rickey goes through a flaming table after a Juggleatona... a Juppla... a Jonnap... Tim: A Juppongatana. Jeff: What the hell ever! No matter what you call the damn move he still went through a goddamned flaming table! Tim: This match has went beyond extreme.. how much more can happen in the limited time we have left?! (Ring Explosion: 4:50) [TATSUMI and Dragon both take a moment to rest their charred bodies before slowly pulling Big Texas out of the smoldering debris. Rickey's back is blackened, but all in all he still looks relatively good compared to Dragon and TATSUMI. TATSUMI tosses Rickey over beside the Spidernet on the the side opposite where Billy still lays. TATSUMI yells to Dragon and then hops onto the apron. TATSUMI grabs the cloth he tossed over moments before and pulls it on, revealing as damp black shirt that reads simply 'TATSUMI' in white letters. Dragon grabs Rickey's legs and pulls them into a body scissors around his waist. He then lifts Rickey off the floor so that his legs are around Dragon's waist, and his body is extended out, horizontal to the ground. TATSUMI hops to the top turnbuckle as Dragon slowly moves Rickey out so that he's suspended just 2 feet above the unused Spidernet. TATSUMI pulls a lighter from his trunks and lights his shirt, it takes only a second for it to become totally engulfed. TATSUMI leaps off the top with a flaming Tenkyuu [Rain from a Cloudless Sky] (Shooting Star Press). TATSUMI slams onto Rickey driving both men down into the Spidernet *BOOOM* The men tear through the barbwire and his the bottom of the Spidernet, it explodes a split-second later. Flame and smoke bellow into the air as we lose sight of TATSUMI and Rickey Williams. We do manage to see that Dragon is knocked back some 15 feet, over the guardrail, and he rests in the first row of fans, unconscious. The crowd stands and delivers a huge cheer for TATSUMI's insane move as a few women and children rush to leave the violent scene, as they can stand no more] Jeff: HOLY SHIT! TATSUMI just fucking did a FLAMING Shooting Star Press and knocked Rickey and HIMSELF into the Spidernet! Jesus that's insane! Tim: These men have taken so much punishment! How much longer can this go on?! Jeff: About 2 more minutes... (Ring Explosion: 2:36) [The fans cheers turn to a murmur as they realize everyone is down. After a few seconds we see Wildcat Williams slowly climbing back into the ring out of the Spidernet. His back is charred and covered in tacks. He's obviously in alot of pain as he stumbles towards the center of the ring. We hear a suddenly stirring from the fans, a few yells and boos as a man in a long coat and Ski mask leaps the barricade, sledgehammer in hand. He slides into the ring behind Wildcat and nails him in the back with the sledgehammer. Billy is thrown forward into the barbwire ring ropes *POW*PAP* A couple of explosion go off as Wildcat hits the ropes and stagger out and drops to his knees] Jeff: It's that damn guy from the other week... he's ruining this perfectly ultra-violent match! Tim: I don't know who this man is, but it's clear to me that he's got a problem with the Wrecking Crew... Billy Williams in particular! (Ring Explosion: 1:01) [We hear an alarm sound as the clock reaches one minute left, the siren blares out letting everyone know what's coming. The mystery man tosses down his sledgehammer and opts for TATSUMI's discarded sickle. The man looks the sparkling blade over and then approaches the kneeling and stunned Billy. The man drags the blade across Billy's left shoulder, opening a deep gash that gushes blood down his arm. Billy grabs at his arm and collapses down further, exposing his back to the attacker. The man raises the sickle and brings it down, sinking it into the small of Billy's back similar to the way TATSUMI would. The blade cuts in a half inch and blood coats Wildcat's back as the fans boo the stranger] Jeff: He's slicing him up like a fucking Christmas Goose! Tim: Somebody needs to stop this! Jeff: Not somebody.. something! Look at the time, if nothing else the explosion will stop him! (Ring Explosion: 0:25) [Billy somehow forces himself to his feet, blood pouring down his arm and back. He's barely conscious, but he charges the attacker. The man just sidesteps and takes a low swing, planting the blade into the back of Wildcat's thigh. The mystery man tosses the sickle away as Billy collapses to his knees] Jeff: This guy is one sick fuck.. Tim: Brace yourselves! (Ring Explosion: 0:06) [The man glares down at the broken and bloody Billy] (Ring Explosion: 0:05) [He shakes his head, as if to indicate he expected more from Billy] (Ring Explosion: 0:04) [The man turns and heads out of the ring, sliding under the bottom barbwire rope] (Ring Explosion: 0:03) [The man jumps the guardrail and disappears into the crowd] (Ring Explosion: 0:02) [We pull back to a wide shot, we see Billy down in the ring, Rickey and TATSUMI out in the Spidernet at ringside, and Dragon just starting to stir in the front row] (Ring Explosion: 0:01) Jeff: Ohhhhh S H H I I I I I I T! ! ! *KA-BOOOOOOOOM* [Special canisters of explosives at ringside go off. They flood the ring with fire and send a wicked cloud of smoke into the air. The explosion is huge, and while the ring doesn't actually explode, it's certainly obvious that anyone inside suffered quite the blast. Their is an almost eerie quiet as we all wait anxiously for the smoke to clear. It takes a while to clear, but the first thing we notice is that the announcer's table has been knocked over and poor Jeff is pinned against the guardrail. We see that TATSUMI was blown out of the Spidernet by the force, but Rickey is still in it. The explosion helped to bring Dragon around, as he's mostly to his feet now] Jeff: GET THIS FUCKING TABLE OFF OF ME! Tim: Calm down... geez, we've got people hurt alot worse than you so just hold on. [Tim manages to slide the table out and sit it back up as the smoke in the ring finally starts to clear. We see that the ring is covered in a thin layer of ash, almost like a new fallen snow. Then we see it. Billy is laying in the ring, face down, barely breathing, bleeding profusely, and covered in ash] Tim: Jesus... Billy looks awful. This match just needs to be stopped. Jeff: Like Hell it does! [The fans begin to murmur as we see Dragon stumble over the guardrail and start staggering towards the ring. Dragon bypasses the bloody charred body of his partner, and of his opponent, Rickey. Dragon slowly rolls into the ring and begins to actually crawl towards the downed Wildcat. Dragon slowly turns Wildcat over and makes a lax cover. The ref, who'd evacuated to a safe distance at the 30 second mark, slides back in and makes the count] [One.... ....Two... ...THREE!] Tim: Finally... it ends. Warriors BETA take the Tag Titles, after almost a year since failing at King of the Violence, and they do it in front of Dragon's HOME TOWN! Now, then, let's get some help out here! Jeff: What a shitty ending. Tim: Well, it was a little anti-climactic, but lets see you get out there and wrestle in a match like this for 20 minutes and then we'll see how impressive your finish is! [EMTs flood the ring as crew members work to reset the ring for the rest of the night. The fans are going crazy for the Warriors win, but Dragon and TATSUMI look to be out cold, so they can't even enjoy it] Tim: Alright folks, it looks like it's that time in the show again... Jeff: A LANCE STERLING INTERVIEW!?! Tim: No, no, no... It's time for the Double Main Event. Jeff: Awwwww... [Tim smacks Jeff.] Tim: Pull it together... Anyway folks, first off is Johnny Drake versus Jayson Starr for the HWF Presidency... I've never seen anything like this kind of match in the HWF before. If Jayson Starr can win this one, he'll be our new boss! And with Lance Sterling as the referee, that's not looking too hard... [Tim looks over at Jeff, who's wearing a Jayson Starr T-shirt] Tim: What the hell are you doing? Jeff: I'm showing my support! I fully support Jayson Starr in this match! Tim: Fine... don't be blaming me if Drake fires you....Now shut up. Nigel Rolston: The following match is a special LADDER MATCH. At the top of the ladder are the keys to the HWF offices, and if Jayson Starr wins he becomes the NEW HWF President! Introducing first... the special guest referee. From Hollywood, CA, he is a former 4-time HWF champion, 3-time tag team champion, and "The Greatest", the one... the only... LANCE STERLING! ["Debonaire" by Dope starts to blast through the speakers. The lighting fades to multi-colored strobe lights as Lance Sterling steps out. He's wearing a referee's shirt with the sleeves cut off, and black striped sweatpants. He casually looks around at the Japanese crowd, which gives him a few cheers. He shrugs and walks down to the ring, and climbs in.] Tim: There is our "impartial" guest referee, Lance Sterling! Jeff: THE GREATEST! THE MAN IS HERE!!! [The lights dim down some, and the crowd starts to get to their feet and cheer. Suddenly, an explosion goes off at the entranceway, as "Them Bones" by Alice in Chains blasts onto the speakers. From out of the back, comes none other than "The Hardcore Hero" Jayson Starr. He has on his trademark shades, and leather jacket, which reads "HARDCORE HERO" on the back in red. Jayson looks around for a bit, then he starts walking towards the ring. He gets to it, and climbs up onto the apron. He turns to look at the crowd, who cheers him on. Jayson smirks, then climbs into the ring through the ropes. He walks around some, then hops up on a turnbuckle and puts his hands into the air, listening to the crowd cheer. He then hops off, and takes his jacket off. He removes his shades, and tosses them into the crowd, for some lucky person to have. Jayson tests out the ropes some, then adjusts his gloves. The music slowly dies down and the lights return to normal, as Jayson has a look of supreme readiness in his eyes.] Tim: "The Hardcore Hero", Jayson Starr! A former world champion, and maybe after tonight the new HWF President! ["Intro" by DMX hits as President Johnny Drake walks out on the entrance way. The crowd swamps him with boos, but he just smiles as he walks to ringside. He looks up at Starr, who yells at him, and just smiles. He points at Sterling and gives him a warning about being impartial. Sterling rolls his eyes.] Tim: And there is Johnny Drake, himself. These two guys HATE each other with a vengeance. It's just like Austin and McMahon, only much better and much... more... hardcore!  Johnny DrakeP vs. Jayson Starr
[The bell rings as Starr immediately charges at Drake. Drake drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos him, and Starr begins to hit the ropes. Sterling yells at him to come back in.] Tim: The President is chickening out! Jeff: Look at the ref! Ain't he great? [Drake circles around the ring, his eyes focused directly on both Starr and Sterling. "This is bullshit..." he mutters to himself, before he slides back in the ring. He's met with a series of stomps and kicks by an irate Jayson Starr. Drake rolls and gets to his feet, fending off Starr's blows. Drake counters with a right hand of his own, which Jayson blocks, and sends the President reeling into the turnbuckle.] Tim: I never thought I'd be seeing this... Jeff: YES STARR! Or... Drake! Err... [Jayson sets up the ladder right away. Seeing this, Drake runs towards the ladder and dropkicks it in Starr's face. Drake grabs the ladder, and begins to set it up by himself. He plants it on the mat, setting up the legs, and makes sure it's steady. Starr holds his face on the ground. He punches the mat as he realizes that Drake attacked him, then charges between the two legs of the ladder and spears Drake. He continously pummels him on the ground.] Tim: What a spear!! Jeff: Only the best! [Drake pushes Starr off, and checks his face for blood. Nothing. Starr charges at him again for a clothesline, but Drake ducks, and hits Starr with a "Gadget Driver" (Olympic Slam into Michinoku Driver 2). Starr squirms on the mat, as he holds the back of his neck. Drake lifts the ladder again, and sets it up.]
Jeff: GO DRAKE! Tim: I thought you were for Starr? Jeff: I can go for both! [Drake begins to climb the ladder, but a confident Starr sees this and drives his shoulder into the leg, sending Drake back down the mat. The ladder falls with Drake, catching his leg between the two ladder legs. Starr sees this as an oppertunity. He gets up and begins to kick the ladder where Drake's legs are caught. Drake yells out in pain. Sterling stops Starr from kicking the ladder, pauses for a second, and tells him to continue.] Tim: That's not fair! But the President asked for it! Jeff: I can't decide... I really can't... They're all great! [Starr lifts up the ladder, and sets it up again. Sterling checks up on Drake, and Drake just yells at him. Starr continues to climb, and Drake makes his way to the ropes to lift himself up.] Tim: STARR'S GONNA WIN IT! Jeff: HE'S GONNA TAKE THE COMPANY!
[Sterling keeps yelling at Jayson to "go for it" and to climb the ladder. Jayson is around halfway up. Sterling raises both his arms in victory, as if he were the one actually about to win control of the HWF. Sterling suddenly puts his arm around Jayson's throat, and lifts him up off the ladder, pivoting before CRASHING down to the mat!] Tim: WHAT THE HELL?! What the FUCK just happened?! Sterling nailed his own friend, Jayson Starr, with the Attitude Adjuster!! Jeff: He doublecrossed his own friend!! [Starr is out cold; there's no way anyone could get up from a Super Attitude Adjuster. Sterling shakes Drake, telling him to climb the ladder. Drake first looks at Sterling, and smiles as he starts to climb up. Sterling, and everyone else, watches as Drake now ascends to the top and grabs the keys to his office] Tim: I don't fucking believe it! Tell me Lance Sterling isn't siding with Drake! Tell me he isn't! Jeff: He did! Sterling turned his back on Jayson and joined with Drake!!! [As "Intro" blares again, signaling Drake as the winner, Sterling looks down at Jayson's motionless form. He spits at him and calls for a microphone, which he is given posthaste.] Sterling: Hey Jayson, remember how I told you there was nothing to worry about? Remember how I told you that you could trust me? I lied. I never liked you, you son of a bitch. Welcome to reality, Jayson. The good guys don't always win. You can't always be a hero. You walked around here like you were the man, like you were someone who mattered. Fact is, Jayson, you don't matter. Not to me, not to Johnny Drake, not to ANYBODY. You're finished, Jayson. Long.. live.. the king. [Sterling and Drake both stand side by side, with a HUGE chorus of boos from the Japanese crowd echoing throughout the Tokyo Dome.] Tim: I don't believe this. After all that, after being stripped of the title by Johnny Drake, after the humiliation, the insults.. after all of that Sterling turns his back on his friend and sides with that... that DEVIL! Jeff: He is the greatest! He does what he wants, he goes where he-- Tim: SHUT THE HELL UP! How can you condone something that hideous?! Sterling is a monster! He's pure evil! Pure, unadulterated evil! I don't care if he's a legend here. What he did was inexcusable! [calming down] Well... after that shocking betrayal, there's some consolation, we are finally reaching he end of the World Title Tournament. Take a look at this folks... [The screen cuts to black. "She" by Green Day fades in, as you see the name 'GAVIN COENS' pop up onto the screen. Suddenly, footage fro mpast fights cut in. The entire montage has a blue-ish color over it. You first see Gavin fighting Starr, and then Drake hitting Starr with a Blast From the Past. They show Coens marching away from the ring, where it then cuts to Gavin fighting Vic Williams. It cuts out quickly to the semi-finals earlier in the night. It zooms in on the triumphant Gavin's face. The shot suddenly switches to a reddish color, as the name 'KYLE SOLOMON' shows up. Clips begin to play from the old SWF days. They show Solomon, then, in the EPWA - standing tall over a fallen Johnny Drake. The shot begins to play a montage of Right on the Marks from the HWF now, and then cuts to a shot of Solomon's face after winning the semifinals earlier in the night. Suddenly, the shot goes to black again, and you hear a deep voice.] Deep Voice: The Hardcore Wrestling Federation World Championship... [Suddenly, still shots of Gavin and Kyle's faces pop up.] Deep Voice: Tonight, at Parade of Cannibals 3!! [Fade to black. The music fades out as well. They cut back to ringside where you see a table setup along all four sides of the ring. Inside the ring, there is a chair setup in each corner. On the side of the ring by the announcers, there is a 15 foot ladder. The camera pans up about 20 feet over the ring, where barbed-wire hangs in the breeze. The Japanese crowd begins cheering in anticipation, as the HWF World Title bel is walked out from the back by some lowly technician.] Tim: Well, this is what we've been waiting for Jeff. Jeff: I guess it is... Solomon versus Coens... Mortal versus Immortal... Tim: Whatever... ["Heavy" by Collective Soul kicks over the PA System, drumming through the ears of the audience. The entire arena goes dark and blue strobe lights begin to circle throughout the crowd. The crowd recognizes the music and begins to boo and jeer just as Gavin Coens steps out from behind the curtain. He's met with a mixed reaction, as he stretches out at the top of the ramp. He walks down the aisle slapping the hands of fans who are reaching out to tear off a piece of him. Gavin looks to be in good shape after the semifinals. He slides in casually and continues to signal towards the fans. The blue strobe lights stop and the arena lights are restored. Gavin readies himself in his corner and the music stops.] Tim: We're finally minutes away from crowning a new HWF champion... I'm SO excited!! Jeff: You would be... ["High Voltage" by Linkin Park hits the speakers as Kyle Solomon appears from the black abyss of the backstage area. With eyes opened focusedly and staring at Coens, he stands still, facing the ring as the crowd erupts, breaking his stare as Kyle suddenly snaps his head around to see the audience applauding him. He folds his arms while cocking his head up in the air as we can see his forest green 3/4 length pants and black cut-off "Kyle Solomon" t-shirt. The One Man Show now brings focus back to his opponent as he walks slowly down to ringside, biding his time so as not to be unfairly attacked by the anxious man awaiting in the ring for him. Stepping up onto the apron while holding the ropes for balance, Solomon cautiously climbs the turnbuckle, raising his hands in the air to the delight of the crowd, and then drops into the ring. He stares across the ring at Coens, who stares right back.] Jeff: You can cut the tension with the knife, Timmy. Tim: That you can...
 Gavin Coens vs. Kyle Solomon [The bell rings out, as the fans cheer for the championship match. Gavin and Kyle ignore the weapons and walk straight out towards each other. They bump chests in the center of the ring, where they begin a furious staredown. The crowd stirs in anticipation.] Tim: This is it Gavin!! This is it Kyle!! You're in the World Title match at Parade of Cannibals 3... Don't blow it!! [Kyle is the first to attack with a stiff right hand to Gavin's jaw. Gavin fires back with a right of his own. Kyle comes back with a left, and then another. Gavin staggers back, and Kyle whips him to the ropes. Gavin bounces off and Kyle goes for a hiptoss. Gaivn shows great agility by landing on his feet, and then whips Kyle to the other side. Kyle bounces off, and Coens goes for a monkey flip. Kyle gets caught in the move, but does a modified cartwheel out of it. He goes for an elbow drop, but Gavin rolls and kips up to his feet. Kyle now scurries to his feet and ducks a Coens clothesline. Solomon fires a clothesline of his own, but Coens ducks it and drops him with a russian legsweep.] Tim: And Gavin Coens wins round one!! Jeff: ALL HAIL GAVIN!! [Gavin pops up to his feet and smiles at Solomon. Kyle holds his head a little, and cautiously rises to his feet. They two begin circling now, and eventually end up in a coller-elbow tie up. Gavin gains control, and wrings out Kyle's arm. He whips him to the ropes and goes for a back body drop. Kyle floats over with it, and pushes Gavin to the ropes. Gavin bounces off and ducks a spin kick. Gavin bounces off the other side and ducks another clothesline. Coens tries for another russian legsweep, but Kyle lifts him up this time and drops him with a sideslam.] Tim: OH! Round two is won by Kyle Solomon!! Jeff: ALL HAIL GAVIN!! Tim: But Solomon won that exchange... Jeff: Who did what now? [Instead of waiting, Gavin hastily charges at Solomon near the corner. Solomon reacts fast, and drops Gavin with a drop toe hole right onto the chair in the corner. You hera a few screams from the crowd, as Gavin rolls over backwards. Solomon quickly picks him up and whips him to the ropes. Gavin reverses it, and nails the running Solomon with a dropkick. Solomon quickly gets to his feet, but Coens takes him over with a side headlock. Kyle quickly switches it over into a head scissors, and Gavin pulls out. Gavin bounces off the back ropes, as Solomon kips up. Gavin runs back, only to be on the recieving end of a QUICK hurricanrana by The One Man Show. The crowd cheers as Gavin gets thrown to the outside, near a table.] Jeff: There... Gavin's got the right idea... Use the table!! Tim: Umm, I don't think he meant to fly outside the ring. Jeff: Of course he did... [Solomon runs agianst the opposite ropes and nails Gavin with a baseball slide dropkick. Gavin flies backwards, onto a table that's already set up. Solomon quickly slides to the outside and hops up onto the table. He lifts up Gavin and picks him up into a fireman's carry. He tries to switch him over into Right on the Mark, but Gavin slipw out into an inverted facelock. He pounds Solomon in the gut a couple times, and then turns him around into a front facelock. Gavin quickly switches Solomon into a head scissors, and lifts him up in the air. Solomon tries to break the hold, but Gavin slams him down hard THROUGH the table with a sitdown powerbomb.] Tim: Sitdown Powerbomb through the furniture!! Jeff: Yes, Gavin's gonna win the Title!! [Gavin is amazingly un-hurt, as he rolls out from the rubble and up to his feet. He gets a small round of applause, but the applause turn to boo's as Gavin begins taunting the fans. He reaches into the broken wood and metal and pulls out a lifeless Solomon.] Tim: Solomon looks in bad shape already... [Gavin throws Kyle onto the apron, and then hops up himself. Gavin tries to pick up Solomon, but Solomon is deadweight.] Jeff: What the hell? Tim: Kyle Solomon looks DEAD!! [Coens looks down at Kyle and begins laughing to himself. He grabs Solomon by the arm and pulls him up to a standing base now. Kyle's body falls back against the ropes, as Gavin starts making Kyle punch himself in the face. Suddenly, Kyle jerks into action - as he lifts up Gavin in a fireman's carry and throws him into the ring; dropping him with a SICK looking stunner across the top rope.] Jeff: MY GOD!! Tim: Solomon was playing possum the whole time!! Jeff: That scoundrel... By the way, isn't it opossum? [Gavin begins rolling around - grabbing his throat. Kyle hops into the ring to a chorus of cheers, and then grabs a chair out of the near corner. Kyle throws the chair into the center of the ring and then pulls Gavin up into a double underhook. Solomon backs up to the chair and thn lifts Gavin into the air. Kyle immediately sits down onto the chair; driving Gavin's head down with a 45 degree double underhook pilderiver.] Tim: Niagra Fall!! [Kyle quickly throws Gavin's motionless body onto his back, and goes for the pin. The ref slides in and the fans count along, even though it's still relatively early in the match.] Tim: Could this be it!?! [One... ...Two... ...TH..KICKOUT!!] Jeff: I knew Gavin could do it! Tim: Really? ... You were awful silent for a minute there... Jeff: SHUDDUP! [Kyle looks a little upset, but continues with his onslaught as he fires a few right hands across Gavin's forehead. Solomon rolls to the outside now, where he grabs the ladder near the announce table. The fans begin a "OOOHHH" cheer as Solomon folds up the ladder and sloppily leans it into the ring. Gavin starts getting up now, and falls back into the corner. The ladder falls into the ring, and Kyle slides in. Gavin instantly runs out of the corner, but Kyle quickly reacts and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick.] Tim: OUCH! [Coens rolls to a nearby corner, as Kyle looks at him and then goes for the ladder. Kyle sets up the 15 footer in the middle of the ring, directly under the loop of barbed-wire. Kyle begins climbing the side near the announce table. He gets about halfway up, and Gavin begins stirring and climbing up the other side. Solomon is the first to the top, as the fans cheer for the barbed-wire.] Tim: He's got the wire... Solomon's got it!! Jeff: C'mon Gavin!! Get back in this one!! [Gavin makes it to the top now, as Solomon unhooks the barbed-wire. Gavin looks up and fires a right hand. Kyle getsh hit right in the mouth, and the barbed-wire flies into the air. The fans crescendo to a scream as the loop of wire lands right on Solomon's head - similar to a crown of thorns.] Jeff: Hey, it's JESUS!! Tim: JEFF!! C'MON!! REALLY!! Jeff: Now, if Kyle is Jesus... and Gavin is God... Then, is Gavin Kyle's Dad!?! Tim: Somebody fucking cut his mic! [Kyle throws a right hand, but Gavin ducks and chops Kyle right in the chest. Kyle reels back a little, but Gavin catches him and pulls him in. Gavin forces Kyle over the top of the ladder, and stands on the second rung from the top. Gavin hooks Kyle for a front powerslam and then looks behind him.] Tim: NO!! DON'T DO IT!! [Gavin sees a table on the outside of the ring, as the fans begin to scream in delight. Gavin steadies himself, and then falls backwards - throwing Kyle to the outside of the ring with a fallaway slam. Kyle falls a good 15 or 20 feet and catches the edge of the table. Fans scream in horror, now, as Gavin backflips onto his stomach in the ring and Solomon lands on his back HARD on the concrete outside.] Jeff: AND GOD WINS THE WAR!! ALL HAIL GAVIN, AGAIN!! Tim: As God is my witness, Kyle Solomon is DEAD!! Jeff: Gavin, you mean... Tim: Well, Gavin's hurt too... but Kyle took the bru- Jeff: No, I mean, as Gavin is your witness. Tim: Pffft... [The ref checks on Gavin, who seems a little shaken up, and then flies to the outside to check on Solomon. EMTs already rush out from the back, as they get ready to ring the bell to end the match.] Tim: I can't believe it, they're gonna have to end this... [The EMTs carefully, but quickly, lift Kyle onto a stretcher as Gavin rolls to the outside of the ring and grabs the HWF Title from the timekeeper. The fans begin clapping and boo'ing a little, as the ref goes over to talk with the EMTs.] Tim: Well, I guess Gavin is the new HWF Champion... [Gavin rolls back into the ring, and stands up with the HWF title belt.] Jeff: Yes, GAVIN HAS DONE IT!! [The ref is about to signal for the bell, when Kyle suddenly forces himself off of the stretcher and back onto his feet.] Tim & Jeff: WHAT THE FUCK!?! [The EMTs and even the ref try to hold Solomon back, but he won't go. The fans are going insane, as Gavin freaks out in the ring and begins climbing the ladder. Kyle slides into the ring and gets up - barely able to walk. Gavin gets halfway up the ladder and then drapes the HWF title belt on the top of the ladder. Gavin turns back towards Kyle now, who is staggering every which way i nthe ring.] Tim: How and why is Kyle Solomon back in the ring? Jeff: I dunno... but Gavin needs to put this one away soon... [Gavin looks shocked as Kyle signals for him to bring it on. Gavin musters up his strength and then dives from halfway up the ladder. Gavin goes for a high cross body, but Kyle catches his body in midair and SPIKES him down with...] Tim: RIGHT ON THE MARK!! [Gavin's head bounces off the mat, and he flops onto his back. Kyle Solomon leans back and forth and finally falls right on top of Gavin. The ref, who's still in shock, slides into the ring and makes the count.] Jeff: NO GAVIN!! KICKOUT!! [One... ...Two..... .....THREE...NO, FOOT ON ROPES!!] Tim: MY GOD!! IT'S STILL GOING!?! [The fans let out a gasp of shock, as Kyle looks up to see Gavin's foot hanging on the ropes. Kyle get wide-eyed now, as his second or third or fourth wind comes to him. The ladder is still setup, with the belt on top. Kyle hops up to his feet, and begins gathering the chairs from each corner of the ring. He sets up the chairs one on top of another, and then lifts the motionless Gavin up to his feet.] Tim: Neither of these men will give up!! This is insane!! Jeff: Even though I'm a fan of Gavin, I don't know how much more he can take... [Kyle Solomon faces the chairs with Gavin in front of him. He quickly lifts up Gavin onto his shoulder, and the fans pop in anticipation for another Right on the Mark. Gavin slips out the back though, and quickly appies a double arm bar. He sweeps Kyle forward and SLAMS him onto the pile of chairs with...] Jeff: THE CARDINAL SYN!! [Kyle smacks his face hard, as blood spurts from his forehead. Solomon rolls over onto his back, and Gavin begins crawling through the bent chairs. Gavin finally throws an arm across Kyle's chest and the ref slides in for the count.] Tim: Could this FINALLY be it!?! [One... ...Two..... .....THRE...KICKOUT!!] Jeff: What th- Tim: OH MY GOD, HE KICKED OUT!! [The fans once again let out a gasp of surprise, and then give both men a standing ovation. Gavin gets up to his feet, with the biggest look of disbelief on his face ever. The ref explains that is was a clean three, as Gavin argues with him.] Jeff: I can't believe that just happened... Tim: What's it gonna take to end this match!?! [Gavin sees Kyle stirring a little, and then grabs for the ladder. Gavin slides the ladder to the center of the ring, and begins climbing up for the HWF title belt. He gets about halfway up, when Kyle gets up and begins climbing up the same side.] Tim: This can't be good... [Gavin reaches the top of the ladder, and grabs the HWF title. The fans boo him, as he raises his barely concious arms in the air. Gavin turns around, as Kyle over-hand chops him right on the chest. Gavin falls backwards, but steadies himself and begins climbing down the other side.] Tim: Get down from there, guys!! [Gavin drops the title belt on the top of the ladder, as they switch to the Wylie Coyote camera - or the bird's eye view camera. Kyle grabs Gavin by the hair and then slaps him right across the face. Kyle Solomon, now, sits on the top of the ladder and pulls up Coens onto his shoulder. He hooks his arms around his body, as if for a tombstone, and then stands up. The fans begin their big "OOOHHH" as Kyle gets ALL THE WAY to the top of the ladder - standing on the title belt.] Jeff: I can't watch... Wait, yes I can... [Without hesitation, Kyle jumps off the top of the ladder. He gets in sitdown form early and falls for a good two and a half seconds. You hear women, and Tim, screaming as they fall.] Tim: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! ["CRASH"] Jeff: HOLY SHIT!! [Kyle drives down Gavin with an inverted piledriver and the two fall THROUGH THE RING CANVAS!! The ladder begins swaying back and forth, as they stay on the Wylie Coyote camera.] Tim: That was the DROP that STOPPED the WORLD!! Jeff: I have to admit... that was Right on the Mark!! [Kyle looks to be laying on top of Gavin, face up, admidst the broken wood from the canvas. The ref peers down into the hole and then goes for the cover.] Tim: PLEASE BE OVER!! [One...] [The ladder, suddenly tips over, and the HWF title begins falling to the mat.] [...TWO....] [The ladder drops onto the ropes, as the title lands right on Kyle Solomon's chest.] [........ THREE!!!] Tim: HE DID IT!! [The bell sounds, as "High Voltage" kicks in again.] Tim: Kyle Solomon has done the impossible... He has WON the HWF World Championship!! [EMTs slide into the ring and begin pulling the new champion and the almost-champion out of the hole. You see HWF technicians on the spot coming down with hammers and boards for the ring.] Jeff: I don't believe what I just saw... Tim: Well believe it, because the former EPWA Champion and the former SWF Champion is now the HWF champion!! Jeff: No... this has to be a bad, BAD dream. [The EMTs get both Solomon and Coens out from the ring now, and take both men to the back with stretchers. The technicians rush ferociously to fix up the ring, and have it done within three minutes. They begin to show a replay of the match's end on the Extream Screen through all of this.] Tim: Well folks, that just about wraps up our trip to Japan... We'd like to thank this entire country for their hospitality, and hope to come back soon. Jeff: Not me, I hate it over here... especially after that last match. Tim: Whatever Jeff... Folks, see you on Suicide!! [They show the replay of the move at different angles a couple more times. You then see the Right on the Mark from the ladder in super-slow motion from the Wylie Coyote camera. Kyle and Gavin drop through the canvas of the ring, and you see them bounce into a pinning position. They then cut to a still shot of Kyle Solomon leaving on a stretcher with the Title belt draped across his chest. The entre screen fades to black. After a few seconds, the words 'DARK HORIZON' pop up in red. Underneath, in white, you see 'MAY 27TH, 2001'. Cut to black. End.]
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