 [The preview channel suddenly cuts to black, and the warning information appears on the screen. The information fades out, and the screen is left in silence once again.An idle HWF logo pops up on the screen, as you hear a 'digital audio'-like sound in the backround. A timer at the top left hand corner of the screen counts down from 10... all the way to 0. Once it hits 0, the HWF logo suddenly explodes and the camera cuts to the inside of the Eagles Ballroom in Milwaukee, Wisconsin; where all you can hear is Rage Against the Machine and 6,000 hardcore fans chanting "H-W-F, H-W-F" at the top of their lungs. The camera pans around the arena, catching all of the fist-pumping, beer drinking lunatics and eventually becomes fixed on the ring; where Tim Miller and Jeff Robinson are standing. Both men are in suits and each has a microphone in his hand. A hard2thecore.com logo appears at the bottom of the screen and then fades out. Tim Miller slowly raises the microphone near his mouth, as he prepares to speak.] Tim: Milwaukee, Wisconsin!?! [HUGE pop for the mention of the city, by the already-wild fans.] [Another gigantic pop.] Tim: Well, get ready... because this is... the HWF's... RECKLESS BEHAVIOR!! [Even bigger cheers for the event's name, followed by an "H-W-F, H-W-F".] Tim: I'm Tim Miller... and here's the man of the hour... Jeff: That's right... Jeff... [The fans start to stir, but suddenly "Nobody Like You" by Limp Bizkit explodes over the speakers, interrupting Jeff Robinson. The fans are booing loudly as Teen Angst walks down the aisle. Chris Thrilla climbs the stairs and stands on the second ropes on the apron with his arms up to the crowd. Spike rolls under the bottom rope, eyeing Jeff and Tim curiously. The music fades into the loud boo’s from the Reckless Behavior crowd, who are VERY pissed off at having the two interrupt Jeff Robinson again. Thrilla, mic in hand, lifts it up to his mouth to speak.] Thrilla: Milwaukee... how y’all doing? [The boo’s become even louder, and a "SHUT-THE-FUCK-UP" chant begins.] Thrilla: Really? Wow, that bad, huh? What’s up Jeff? We haven’t seen you in a while! Sorry for interrupting, but I just had to come out to greet my good buddy! Jeff: God damn it! This is the thir- Spike: Robinson, don’t get your panties in a twist… worry not Milwaukians, I do have something to say… BUT! [The boo’s are now deafening, and Spike can barely be heard.] Spike: Damn it, I said BUT! [The crowd slowly calms down, but the heat that Teen Angst has built is still there.] Spike: Jeff... We’ve pissed-off you, we’ve pissed-off the fans, we’ve pissed-off every body in this fucking company... but tonight... at Reckless Behavior in Milwaukee, Wisconsin... [A small pop for the city’s name, Spike turns to Thrilla, who nods in approval and laughs.] Spike: Jeff Robinson, it won’t be like those times at Suicide… This time, we’ll wait... Jeff... Do your shtick! [A HUGE pop from the crowd as Spike waves sideways, as if he was leading Jeff. Jeff nods a few times, mouthing, “That’s right”, etc, etc… He brings the mic to his face and the side of his mouth twitches up into a lop-sided smile. The fans are going INSANE for the up-coming Robinson rhyme!] Jeff: Alright... I AM Jeff "Girls here in Wisconsin, know me all to well, they've heard about my size, but only eyes can tell... because I'm sharper than a sword, and pierce harder than a lance, so ladies watch your eyes, when you unzip my PANTS..." [ABSOLUTELY GIANT pop for jeff, followed be deafening "JEFF-JEFF" chant.] Jeff: ...Robinson!! [More cheers from the fans as Jeff bows to each side of the ring.] Spike: Very nicely done Jeff! Now, it’s my turn! In regards to our opponents today... it just so happens that I have a little something to say! [Takes the mic, shakes his arms out in front of him, cracks his neck sideways... and begins.] Spike: Anarchs! Listen up, cuz I’m only going to say this once... [Short pause.]
Cuttin’ your THROAT, Slashin’ you UP, [Another pause, Spike starts bobbing his head.]
Enigma, Ryze, and Mr.E, You Goth muther fuckers
Take your MASK, your DREADS and that FUCKED-UP Chi-HUA-HUA, Your over-used GIMMICK, And a steaming SAUNA [Spike tosses the mic to Chris Thrilla after loud cheers from the fans.] Thrilla: And that, my friends, is how a sick rhyme is made! Terror Ryze, Enigma, there’s no doubt in my mind that you’re going to fail miserably today, so…you two bitches ready to drop out? ["Nobody Like You" continues where it left off, and Teen Angst leaves the ring to loud cheers of “ANGST-ANGST, ANGST-ANGST” and head back into the locker-room. Tim and Jeff are kind of shocked.] Tim: Well, usually I don't say this... but Jeff, I liked your rhyme better... Jeff: Really!?! [Tim nods and Jeff raises his arms in the air victoriously. He begins to leave the ring, slapping fans hands as he heads to the annoucne table.] Tim: Stay with us folks, our first match is about to begin... [The fans cheer as Tim leaves the ring and heads over to the announce table himself. He takes a seat next to Jeff and the two test out their headsets, just as the glass above the HWF-tron lowers in front of the entrance way. Red lights glow from behind the thin sheet, tinting the glass to a colour similar to blood.]
PLAY THAT FUCKIN’ TRACK!… PLAY THAT FUCKIN’ TRACK!!…*Oh, there it is!* LIMP BIZKIT! ["Rollin' - Urban Assault Vehicle" -Limp Bizkit blasts through the air as tiny pieces of glass are scattered down the entrance ramp! The red lights turn outwards to show Chris Thrilla and Spike standing at the top of the ramp with a dumpster on wheels full of weapons! Spike and Thrilla take hold of a wring on either side of the dumpster, and heave it forwards. The dumpster rolls down the aisle, gaining momentum, and slams hard into the apron. Chris Thrilla lifts a black folding chair with a red maple leaf on the seat off the steel aisle and lifts it to the crowd as the crowd pops for the traditional weapon. Spike kneels down and lifts up a skateboard by the nose and spins it around, showing screws, nails and tacks embedded into the underside of the deck with an even larger pop for the newer, more dangerous weapon. Chris Thrilla walks down the ramp, shouting various things at the crowd and holding the chair over his head with one arm. Spike waits for Thrilla to get farther down the ramp, and lifts up the skateboard. He drops it on the floor, wheels first and hops on. Thrilla sets up the chair in the middle of the ramp, and Spike rides down towards it. Spike gets to the chair, kick-flips over it and sprays water above him as he lands! Pop for the perfect landing. Spike hops off the board and lets it slide underneath the ring. Thrilla walks up the steel stairs and steps into the ring, climbs the second ropes and raises his arms into the dropout sign. Spike rolls into the ring underneath the ropes, spins and ends up on one knee near the corner. He stands up slowly and walks to the opposite corner as Thrilla, vaults to and balances on the top ropes, panning over the crowd in attendance with his arms bent at his sides.] Nigel Rolston: And introducing first in the B-L-T MATCHUPPPPPPPPP! Weighing in at a combined weight of 390lbs, Chris Thrilla and Spike, TEEEEEEEEEEEEN ANGST. Jeff: Okay, that was fucking homo. Tim: Whoa!? Watch your language man. Jeff: He skates down the does a heelflip over the chair, what kinda thing are we showing here?! Tim: Firstly it was a KICKFLIP, secondly, I actually see your point. Jeff: Exactly, damn homo, stupid 17 year olds, they've got a match with the "biggest" team the HWF has got, and all they can do is skate and do kickflips? These kids, I repeat, kids, can suck my nuts. I hope the Anarchs slaughter them. Tim: Anyway, where the hell is our ref? Jeff: I dunno [Silence follows, as no music is playin and Teen Angst are warming up in the ring, a commotion is shown in the crowd that Teen Angst doesn't see... it's the Anarchs! They're coming through the crowd, and the're ready to fight! The Enigma has barbed-wire wrapped around both arms, and here comes Ryze! The Enigma slides into the ring, and he just clobbers both of them with a violent double-clothesline with that barbed-wire right from the start! Ryze nails a slingshot leg drop on Spike! This one's on!] Jeff: SHIT YEAH! That's the stuff, continue that. Tim: This isn't even officially underway, there isn't even a ref. [All of a sudden, "Hollywood Babylon" by Crazy Town hits the PA as Ethan Scruggs walks out onto the ramp wearing one of his self promoting t-shirts as usual. The crowd pops while The Anarchs turn in a state of confusion, leaving Spike and Chris on the ground, picking barbwire from their skin. Ethan reaches into his back pocket and pulls a mic out as he proceeds to speak.] Scruggs: Well, well, well...look who it is: Teen Angst and The Anarchs, the four very lowest forms of life in the entire HWF. I hope everyone who came to see the show brought a whole carton of caffeine pills along with 'em, cuz I can sure as hell say that this one's gonna be a snoozer! But enough sidetracking for now, I wanna get straight to the point. I was backstage with nothing to do, and the idea suddenly hit me. If the people wanted to see the Twisted Circle in action so badly, why not give 'em what they want? I don't wanna keep all of you waiting another two hours just to see the whole highlight of the show...I'm gonna get this shit started up right here! [Ethan removes his t-shirt, and under it is the sleeveless referee shirt. The crowd pops once again, although some do happen to be boos. Ethan puts the mic back up to his face once again as he continues to speak.] Tim: I think we have our ref! Scruggs: Now guys, I want a good clean fight. You four should already know the rules, but here's one of my own to throw in: Teen Angst, any sexual contact between the two of you during this match will result in an immediate disqualification....and I don't give a shit what the stips are! No if's, and's, or but's! Ha ha ha.... [The bell is finally rang as the match finally begins as the Enigma and Terror Ryze continue their beat down on the fallen Teen Angst.] Jeff: Keep it up guys. [From the enterance way, you Mr E. and Jennifer Midknight appear, coming to the ring slowly as the match continues. Enigma and Ryze turn to acknowledge their comrades, as Chris and Spike roll to the outside, and head up the enterance way.] Jeff: They're RUNNING! Damn cowards! Tim: Oh my, they are actually running away. [Referee Ethan Scruggs looks pissed, as he hops out the ring, to go up and check, but Spike and Chris stop at the curtain, and turn, draggin behind them a dumpster full o' toys. Two of them being a chair w/ c4 explosive under it, a can of gasoline, a Coke vending machine, a coil of barbed wire, another skateboard o' doom, and a ladder, one side covered with gasoline soaked rags and the other with barbed wire wrapped around the rungs. ] Tim: You got a quater? Jeff: Why? Tim: I'm thirsty, and they brought coke! Jeff: Only coke you like are lines man. Tim: Wha? Jeff: Never mind. [As they continue draggin the heavy dumpster, stuggling with every centremetre of movement, the Anarchs exits the ring in a rush, and storm up past Ethan, knocking him down as they fly past him, accidentally of course, and start to hammer on Teen Angst, from behind as they fall down, next to the dumpster. Terror picks up Spike and chucks him over his shoulder, before taking him to "The Final Destination" (Kryptonite Krunch) on the spot. He rolls over, and does a little taunt, as Chris jumps up on his back, try to strangle him, much like a Crash Holly moment. Terror starts spinning, unttil Chris slips off and goes crashing into the hard side of the dumpster.] Jeff: Flying ragdolls, ahoy! [By this time, the big Enigma has made his away around to the otherside of the dumpster, he's got a hold of it, and starts to attempts to tip it over ontop of Teen Angst, he gets about half way before the tipping begins, before Teen Angst suspect their looming presence, and get the hell up as fast as possible. Chris instantly goes around, and starts hammering on the back of Enigma, as Spike goes for Terror. Chris stuns The Enigma temporarily, before hoisting himself up onto the fine edge of the dumpster. He points to the sky, Sabu style, before taking flight at The Enigma. Enigma stands there, catching Chris before sliding him up out of the bearhug, and into a quick double choke, then slams him down with a double-handed chokeslam.] Tim: Massive chokeslam by the big man. [Enigma drops down to make the count, as referee Ethan Scruggs has made his way over, to administer it, already about 6 seconds to late, the count only lasts one before Chris kicks out. Enigma looks pissed, so, he picks Chris up in a gorilla press, and chucks him in the dumpster, he then starts to push it to the ring, as Terror chucks the beaten Spike up over his shoulder, and carries him down to ringside too. As they arrive, Enigma gets up on the edge of the dumpster, to look in for Chris. Chris, obviously playing possum, chucks a chair at Enigma, Enigma catches it, and falls back off the dumpster, landing on his feet, but meets a modified cross body block from Thrilla. The crowd pops.] Jeff: Come on people, B-L-T, where is it?! Tim: Sheesh, you are way to horny for violence. [Terror runs at the turnbuckle, while Spike is on his shoulder, Spike slips off behind him and pushes him off, making Ryze eat steel. Each member, rolls an Anarch into the ring, before searching their own dumpster for some weapons. Thrilla finds a table, and slides it in, to the delight of the crowd, and Spike finds a table too, and slides that in. They get into the ring, and beat down on Enigma a bit, before setting a table up in the corner, Rhino style, and shoving Enigma over there. They then get the next table, and sandwhich him in between the two table.] Tim: Hungry? Jeff: Actually, yeah I am, why you ask? Tim: Teen Angst is serving up a Enigma Sandwhich to go if you're interested! Jeff: You couldn't pay me to participate in anything that Teen Angst has, it's probably full of kids germs or something. Tim: Kids Germs? Jeff: You know, like girls germs, sheesh, didn't you ever grow up with girls? [By this time, they've got Terror into the opposite corner. They both grab him, ready for a double irish whip, Enigma's starting to move, and has already grabbed the first table, not moved it, but has a hold of it. Teen Angst go for the double irish whip, but Terror falls, causing a slingshot motion, launching Teen Angst past him. Enigma takes the table, and upon arrival, throws it back in Teen Angst face, probably squashing their noses like pancakes and with a sickening thud the crowd starts chanting H-W-F!] Jeff: Hungry? Tim: Hmmm, why? Jeff: Well, the Anarchs are serving up Angstcakes. Tim: OH MY, that is worse then you last week. [Teen Angst roll around in pain, as Enigma turns around, grabbing the table behind him, and setting it up over the turnbuckle, making an "A" shape with the ropes if looked upon overhead. Enigma has Spike by the hair, and pulls him to his feet, before bashing him back down with a right hook. Thrilla's dragged across to the table, by Ryze, and is rolled ontop of the suspended table. Terror slides to the outside, before getting to the top turnbuckle, he looks around at the flashing camera's and crowd, before doing a big "Fang show" hisss, he turns, to do a really small splash or something on Thrilla, but is caught, and crotched on the ropes as Thrilla hits the rope out from under his feet.] Tim: OUCH, that would of hurt. Jeff: Oh, you really reckon?.... dick.. [Thrilla hops of the table, carefull not to break it, and is standing on the ropes RIGHT in front of Terror. He motions to the crowd, and puts Ryze's head between his legs.] Tim: Could this be a Angst Ridden Diamond Driver? [Thrilla falls back, piledriving Ryze through the table, to the cheers of the crowd, as he rolls over outta the carnage and puts a hand over the top of Terror's chest. Scruggs gets down quickly, like a ref should, and makes a nice even count.] [ONE....TWO....Enigma breaks it up, and literally throws Chris across the ring. Thrilla rolls out with the momentum, and grabs the ladder from the dumpster. He's carefull, and tries not to let the rags fall, and manages to slide it in the ring. As he hops up on the apron, Enigma is awaiting him, and grabs him in a double choke hold, he then "suplexes" him over, somehow, with his strength from a double choke, landing Chris on the barbwire side of the ladder, he winces, and rolls around kicking and screaming as Scruggs scratches his head.] Jeff: Phew, I thought Teen Angst were coming back then. [Spike is up, as Enigma takes Chris into the corner and starts hammering him. Spike has the ladder, and manages to lift it up, he then pulls a lighter from his pocket, and lights the rags alite. Spike just shoves the ladder at the corner, smashing the Enigma in the back, which in turn, sandwiches Chris in the corner. A slight bit of the Enigma's shirt, catches alight, so he quickly hits the mat, smothering it, putting it out. But as he's on the ground, Chris and Spike start kickin' the shiz outta him with lebanese half turn heel kicks and god knows what else.] Jeff: I think they've got a bit of Russian in them. Tim: Wha? Jeff: They're Russian to kick the shit outta the Anarchs. Tim: Um, wrong team bucco, go for the right team, remember? Jeff: Yeah, I know, just saying....oh look, they're doing a Zorba dance on him. [Chris sets the ladder up in the corner, barbed wire side out. Spike is about to Irish whip Enigma into the corner, but Terror comes in for the save and hits both Chris and Spike. Spike is Irish whipped into the corner and his back smacks the burning ladder. Enigma throws Terror into the corner, to get more momentum, but Spike catches him and puts him into an Argentine backbreaker. Chris low blows Enigma and runs towards Terror and hits a Sadistic Spear on the upside down Terror into the burning ladder. The burning ladder falls on the downed Terror and Enigma runs towards Teen Angst in the corner, but Teen Angst is ready for him and they lift him up in a double fireman's carry, and drop him in a double DVD onto the barbed wire side and onto Terror.] Tim: Holy jeepers. Jeff: Jeepers? Tim: Shuddup you hairy bitch, tee hee. [By this time the crowd is chanting "HOLY SHIT!", Spike bends down, and pulls up Enigma...] Jeff: *In WCW Mocking tone* There's a lot of dead weight in that one, it'll be surprising to see if Spike can do anything. [Spike irish whips Enigma into the ropes, Enigma catches hold of the top, stopping himself from bouncing back towards Spike. Spike, mistiming the reversal, leans down for a back-body drop, and takes a stiff kick from Enigma to his chest, knocking him backwards. Enigma takes hold of Spike’s wrist and sends him against the ropes with an irish whip. Spike rebounds back at Enigma, ducks a clothesline, and bounces off the opposite ropes. Enigma catches Spike this time in a military-like press, and is about to show off his strength by benching Spike, but he slips up, and Spike slides down his back. Spike throws a fury of kicks and punches to backs of Enigma’s legs and spine, dropping him to one knee. Spike grapevines Enigma’s left leg with his right, takes hold of Enigma’s right arm with his left, and raises his hand to the crowd. He takes his left leg and wraps it around the head of Enigma and completes an Octopus stretch! Spike wrenches the neck and shoulders of Enigma furiously, leaning back to get more leverage, but Enigma is beginning to overpower him! Enigma is now standing, with his leg and neck still grape-vined by Spike! Spike is still clinging onto his back, trying to gain some last-minute leverage, but it’s no good! Enigma reaches behind his back, and pulls Spike off him by his hair. Enigma grabs Spike’s neck in both hands, and lifts him off the floor!] Tim: What power shown by Enigma! Jeff: WOW! He must really use those hands a lot! Tim: What’s that supposed to mean? Jeff: Oh, nothing… Tim: God damnit man, stick to whichever side you're on. Is it Anarchs, or Angst? Make it up, NOW! Jeff: Anarchs. Settle down, you're gunna like pop some stuff in your body, you're gettin' to old, you're lighting up like a Red Neon light. [Chris on the other hand has Terror, but get's dumped on his head with a Square Driver out of no-where. Terror keeps Chris in the position, and stands up, a delivers an intentionally botched Square Driver, before breaking the head scissors. He then runs over to Enigma who just got his sac, whacked by Spike's foot, and got out of the chokehold, before being slammed down with a DDT. Terror Ryze and Spike grapple fiercely, and Ryze gets the upper hand, driving Spike into the corner. Ryze lays in a few forearm-shots to Spikes’ cheek and steps back. He jolts forwards suddenly, aiming a high boot at Spike’s face. Spike ducks the kick with every ounce of agility in his body, and tosses Ryze into the turnbuckle. Spike holds onto the ropes for support and drives his knee hard into the ribs of Ryze. Ryze stumbles out of the corner to the ropes, leaning over slightly, holding his stomach. Spike follows up quickly by chopping Ryze hard across his chest] Crowd: Whoo! [Ryze recovers quickly and chops Spike in return!] Crowd: Whoo! [Spike recovers quickly and chops Ryze in return!] Jeff: Whoo! [Ryze recovers quickly and chops Spike in return!] Crowd: Whoo! Jeff: Whoo! Crowd: Whoo! [Spike the hits another chop, and Ryze snaps, walking straigh up into Spike's face...The two men stare each other down… nose to nose, all the while trash-talking. Spike stops Ryze in the middle of a sentence and chops him again! The crowd gives their usual reaction to the chop, and Ryze lays one of his own again in return for Spikes’! Spike chops Ryze again, and Ryze returns the chop! Again the two battle with chops, and again, and again! Their chests have turned a dark shade of pink, and both are shaking their hands in pain. Spike goes for another chop, but Ryze blocks it! Ryze stares down Spike, and Spike tries for another chop, but is blocked! Spike’s eye twitches slightly, and he tries for another chop, Ryze goes to block, but Spike fakes, and smacks him across the chest with an over-hand slap with his other arm!] Jeff: This match has turned Japanese all of a sudden, Chopsaki! Tim: What a chop-fest that was! Thank god Spike broke it up! Jeff: Yeah, my throat was burning from saying “Woo” so many damn times! [Spike slides out to where Chris has made his way too, the Dumpster. They get in and manage to hoise the huge Coke vending machine out of it, to the crowd's delight. The slide in, and push the machine in further. Chris goes over to beat on Enigma, while Spike goes over to Terror, who's just charged, and misses a clothesline. Spike kicks him in the gut, and grabs him in a suplex, he can't get him up. He tries again. No go. On the third one, however, he just does a fall forward suplex, crotching Terror on the turnbuckle. He climbs up in front of him, while the Enigma gets one up on Chris and irish whips him as hard as he can at the Coke machine. Chris reverses it, some how, and makes Enigma slides in shoulder first, so he doesn't shatter both his legs on it, but in turn, with all his momentum, hurtles the machine across to the corner where Spike and Terror are situated.] Jeff: HOLY SHIT! See the force on that irish whip?! [Spike grabs Terror in a gut wrench, then spins him off the turnbuckle, hitting the move "After School Special" to Terror ONTOP OF THE COKE MACHINE! The crowd is going nutz, and to add to that, a few pop cans fly out. Ryze slumps down, motionless or so Teen Angst think, and Spike slowly slides off, dropping to his feet. Chris Thrilla tosses Spike a Coke can, and they both open them, quazi-Sandman style and proceed to chug! The crowd pops slightly, and Spike stops, grins, and grabs an arm-full of cans and tosses them out to the people in the front row!] Jeff: I mate hate you guys, but throw me one anyway, my throat's dry from sayin' WHOO! [As if Spike heard it, he turns at Jeff. And baseball pitches one at him, as hard as possible, probably taking someone out in the crowd in the process, as Jeff ducks under his table, as the can rockets over his head.] Tim: I think you better shut up. [Behind their celebrations, a very angry Terror Ryze has sprung to his feet after what seemed to be a career killing piledriver. He changes his mind though, as Enigma gets up on the other side. Teen Angst turn to Enigma, and start throwing their pop cans at him. Ryze slides out and makes his way to the turnbuckle. He hops up, and waits, as Enigma almost comedianly, catches a can spins around and piffs it, sconning Chris on the head. Chris stumbles back, as Ryze takes flight, somersaulting over Chris and hitting the devestating "Angel Dust" (Diamond Dust) on Chris, on the coke machine.] Jeff: My oh my. [Chris rolls off, to the outside, as Terror follows behind him. While Enigma has got a hold of spike, Scruggs looks bored. And pretends to look at his watch, or the back of his hand, Scruggs then Shrugs, as if to say : Time over. He then grabs a chair, and aims it at Spike's back, he swings, as Spike slumps, and Enigma..well...he eats chair. Scruggs looks furious, but Spike rolls over on top of Enigma, he goes for the pin. Scruggs regetadely, goes for the count...] [One... ...Two... ...THREE!!] [Terror turns, and sees what happens, he then makes a b-line for the ring, Scruggs packs himself, and bolts to the lockeroom.] Nigel Rolston: And winner, TEEEEEN ANGST! [Enigma has risen to his feet, in a huge rage, and he and Ryze start beating on Spike. Chris comes in from behind, only to receive a DDT onto the chair, from Ryze. Enigma walks over to the vending machine, and with his strength, lifts it up onto it's proper base and pushes it into the corner. Terror grabs Chris's legs, and pulls them up like a Walls of Jericho, before he falls back, slingshotting Chris face first into the coke machine. Engima then grabs Spike, and Gorilla Pressess him, and throws him into the machine aswell, he then falls and lands on Chris. On the outside, Mr E gets a mic, and slides in...] Mr. E: You stupid bastards... we fuckin' told you that you had no clue what you were dealing with, but did you listen? No. I warned you time and time again, but did you listen? No! We gave you every opportunity to get out of this match, but did you? NO! So you got your asses handed to you! Let this be a message to the rest of you inbred assholes in the HWF! You fuck with the Anarchs, you get FUCKED! Plain and simple! [The happy Anarchs, although they lost, walk to the back arms raised, bein' booed by the crowd.] Jeff: YES!! Cop that you punks.... Tim: What a crazy match... [Some HWF crew comes out to clear up everything, as a couple more bring aout a HUGE ladder to the ring. Teen Angst stumbles to the back, as the camera cuts to Tim and Jeff.] Tim: It looks like it's time for the Mapleleaf Ladder Match...
 Jeff: I can’t wait for this match to start! I love ladder matches! Tim: I don’t think the two men involved in the match are looking forward to taking bumps. Just winning that title. [“Starseed” by Our Lady Peace hits, and Kyle Corman comes running out to the ring with a black steel chair in his hand. The fans have a mixed reaction, but the majority is boos. He slides into the ring, and the bell rings to start the match.] [Zakin immediately begins to kick Corman as he is down. Every time Corman gets up, Zakin puts him down with another kick.] Tim: Zaking is putting it to The Canadian Kid early in the match. Jeff: Ladders! Get the ladders! [Zakin picks up Corman; Irish whips him to the corner, and quickly follows with a body splash. Kyle Corman’s body falls the mat. Zakin lifts his arms up to a pop from the fans. Corman quickly gets up, and clotheslines Zakin from behind. Corman mocks Zakin and raises his arms in the air to the dismay of the crowd. He walks to the other side of the ring, and picks up the black steel chair.] Tim: What’s Kyle Corman thinking of now? Jeff: I hope it’s something evil... Tim: Calm down there, boy. [As Corman turns around, he is met with a dropkick and the chair hits him in the face. Corman falls out of the ring, onto the concrete. He squirms around a bit, holding his knee. Zakin goes for an over-the-rope splash, but he too lands on the concrete as Corman moves. Both men are lying on the ground, and the ref walks up to both of them to check if they’re okay. He begins to count them both down: 1...2...3...4...5...] Jeff: It can’t finish like this! Tim: If it does, there wont be a winner... [6...7... Kyle Corman begins to get up. So does Zakin. Corman throws a fist at Zakin and it lands. Zakin is knocked back, and CK goes to grab a 20-foot ladder.] Jeff: YES! LADDERS! [CK lifts the ladder over his head, and turns around, hitting Zakin in the head with it. He walks towards the ring and throws the ladder inside. He picks up Zakin and rolls him in as well. Zakin gets up and kicks CK in the gut as he climbs into the ring. Zakin grabs CK’s arms, and plants a picture perfect Double Arm DDT.] Tim: The only ladder in the ring is a 20-foot ladder. They cant use that to get the title, since it is being suspended 40-feet above the mat! Jeff: They’ll find a way! [Zakin grabs the ladder, and lifts it up in the center of the ring. He looks up and smacks his forehead.] Tim: I guess he just noticed that it was too small. Jeff: Climb it! Climb it! [Zakin slide out of the ring, and looks for another 20-foot ladder. In the ring, CK climbs the ladder. When he gets to the top, he points at Zakin, who is about to turn around with a 20-foot ladder in his hands. The crowd goes insane due to the fact that they know what’s going to happen.] Tim: Oh God! What’s he thinking? Jeff: This is what I’ve been waiting for! [CK jumps off the ladder as soon as Zakin turns around, and lands a dropkick on the ladder in front of his chest. The fans begin their chants: “HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!”] Tim: KYLE CORMAN HAS JUST JUMPED OFF A LADDER - IN THE RING - ONTO DAVID ZAKIN, WHO WAS HOLDING A LADDER - OUTSIDE OF THE RING! Jeff: Jesus! Stop yelling! I’m trying to enjoy this! But your Goddamn yelling is so distracting! AND STOP OUTLINING EVERYTHING! The people can see what’s going on by themselves! Tim: Sorry... I just got excited. Jeff: Never had that feeling before, eh? Tim: Shut up. [Zakin is lying on the ground, with the 20-foot ladder on top of him. CK begins to get up after the huge missile dropkick. He goes under the ring and takes out a 10 foot kendo stick.] Jeff: That thing is huge! Tim: I never even knew they made them that long! Jeff: I bet you mine is bigger than his. Tim: No thanks. [CK gets in the ring, and begins to climb the ladder again. He gets to the top of the ladder as Zakin gets up. The crowd begins to chant: “H-W-F! H-W-F!”] Jeff: Yes! Another dropkick! Or a splash! Or a diving headbut! DO SOMETHING! [CK begins to wave the kendo stick at the Canadian Title. He misses every time, and is too far from it to touch it. Zakin notices this, and goes under the ring. He pulls out a table and put it in the ring. He goes in and sets the table up. CK hits the Canadian Flag with the kendo stick, and it falls. The Canadian Title is now shown hanging there. CK swings one more time to hit the Canadian Title down, but Zakin dropkicks the ladder, and CK falls onto the table!] Jeff: YES! YES! Tim: Kyle Corman has fallen 20 feet onto a table! This is mayhem! [Corman begins to bleed from his mouth and nose. His back is also cut up pretty bad. Zakin places the ladder on top of CK’s face, and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He then jumps off to perform a corkscrew legdrop onto the ladder.] Tim: SUICIDAL TENDENCY! SUICIDAL TENDENCY! Jeff: It’s over! Canadian Kid’s face has to be crushed! [Zakin holds his leg in pain. He lifts the ladder, and grabs the kendo stick. He begins to climb. He almost reaches the top of the ladder, when... SNAP! One of the rungs on the ladder breaks. Zakin falls and lands on a lower rung between his legs. He holds his crotch in pain.] Jeff: OH MY... Tim: ...GOD! Jeff: He’s heading this way! [The ladder begins to fall back towards the announcer table. It bounces of the ropes – AND FALLS ON CORMAN, but Zakin goes flying onto the announcer table, completely crushing it! “HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK!”] Tim: We’re expe...cing... technic... diffic...ies. Jeff: H...LY...FUCK...NG...S... IT!! MOTH...UCKER...!! [CK finally moves, rolling out of the ring. He goes towards the rest of the ladders, and grabs one that looks to be a lot taller than the 20-feet ones: perhaps 30-35-feet. As he walks towards the ring with it, two EMTs: Tori Stevenson and Willy Almonte, and the ring-crew lead man, Grady Taylor along with his team, come out to fix the announcer desk and equipment. Tori Stevenson and Willy Almonte put David Zakin on a stretcher, and push him to the back. Kyle Corman sets up the ladder, and begins climbing it carefully. When he reaches the middle, he looks back to see that Zakin has been taken to the back by the EMTs. He begins to smile, and continues to climb.] Tim: Ugh... Thanks to Grady Taylor and his crew, we’re back online with a new table too! Jeff: Where’d they take Zakin? He’s not done here! [CK begins to reach up to grab the title. But Zakin comes running out from the back pushing the stretcher in front of him!] Jeff: There we go! It’s party time! Tim: Oh God... he’ll destroy Kyle, and himself... AGAIN! [Zakin rolls the stretcher into the ring, and smacks the ladder with it. But before CK could fall and land on the announcer table, he jumps forward, and lands a corkscrew moonsault on Zakin from 30 feet in the air.] Tim: LAST RESORT! FROM 30 FEET IN THE AIR! Tim: But Kyle Corman is probably in a world off pain. [CK landed on Zakin, but bounced into the ropes, and caught his neck between the top rope and the second rope. Zakin gets up and sees opportunity once again. He goes to the outside of the ring, grabs a steel chair, and slams the back of Cormans head with it.] Tim: OH MY GOD! He’s not breathing properly! Jeff: Is that legal?! Tim: You idiot, you were just talking about “party time”, and now you’re complaining about how much his head might hurt? Jeff: I have a sensitive side, just like any other human being! It hurts that you think of me as a sadistic animal, Timothy! Tim: Fuck... [Kyle Corman is gasping for air, and his eyes start to close. Zakin gets inside, sets up the 35-foot ladder, and begins climbing. The crowd begins to chant: “ZA-KIN! ZA-KIN!” and “H-W-F! H-W-F!” Tori Stevenson and Willy Almonte come out from the back again. Zakin reaches the top of the ladder. He waves his hand around, and grabs the Canadian Title.] Jeff: GET UP CK! THROW A CHAIR AT HIM! DO SOMETHING! Tim: There goes that sensitive side. [CK gets freed, and with his last ounce of strength, pushes the ladder. Zakin, still holding the title, is suspended 40 feet above the ring. The ladder has fallen, and CK is unconscious on the mat. Zakin accidentally unbuckles the strap. He falls 40-feet to the mat, and breaks through it. Another chant from the crowd: “HO-LY FUCK! HO-LY FUCK!” And the bell rings.] Tim: DAVID ZAKIN HAS WON! HE’S THE NEW CANADIAN CHAMPION! Jeff: THAT WAS BRUTAL! Tim: Someone call the EMTs! Both of them need help! [“Walk” by Kilgore hits the speakers to a huge ovation from the fans. While Zakin is being put on a stretcher, CK is getting treated and given some oxygen. The Canadian Title is put on top of David Zakin, and he is wheeled to the back, followed by Canadian Kid.] Tim: Jesus... and it's only gonna get worse... [HWF technicians quickly rush to the ring and frantically try to set up for the next match.]
 Tim: And would you look at all that mess in the ring... [The camera pans over to the ring, where you see a barbed-wire spiderweb being weaved about 3 or 4 feet above the mat. At the same time, a 4-foot wide scaffold is being lowered down to the ring. It gets about 10 feet above the ring mat and suddenly stops. Both Michael Physema and Rich Michaels walk out with 10-foot ladders in hand. They both bring them down to ringside and place them at opposite corners, with the tops touching the scaffold.] Tim: This will definetely be an HWF-first. Jeff: Yeah.... usually you have to go to Japan to find this kind of chaos!! [The setup finally ends and some of the technicians run to the back. The referees, Rich Michaels and Michael Physema, stay out at ringside i nanticipation of the match.] Tim: Looks like we're all set. [The buzzing crowd slowly dies down, as the lights in the arena dim, “One More Road to Cross” by DMX starts up as the dare-devilish moves of Jack Daddy flash upon the HWF-Tron. Pyro’s are shot from the boarders of the HWF-tron, as the chorus begins. Strobe lights engulf the stage as the audience is drowned in darkness. Jack Daddy appears with Kristi clinging to his side, to a large pop, and if listen closely you can hear a soft chant of “JACK-DADDY”. But the cheers quickly turn to jeers as the two start taunting the crowd. Jack Daddy walks to ringside and next to the far ladder, where Kristi follows him. Jack Daddy then does a break dance routine followed by the famous headspin to a pop as Kristi jaw jacks with some fans in the front row.] Tim: And there's one half of The Youngbloods... Jack Daddy! [Styles makes his slowly way from the back. He stops at the top of the ramp and yellow and silver pyro-techniques EXPLODE all around him. As the ptro-techniques die down Styles emerges from the smoke of the explosions making his way down the ramp towards the ring acknowledging the crowd the whole way. Styles arrives at the ring, jumps onto the apron and flips into the middle of the ring. Styles then "grooves" to his entrance music for a short while. As the music dies down Styles makes his way to a corner and takes a seat.] Jeff: And there's the other hald... Chr- Nigel Rolston: Ladies and Gentlemen... introducing first... Jack Daddy and Chris Styles, THE YOOOOOOUUUUUNNNNGGBLOOODS!! [Small pop from the crowd as the lights slowly begin to dim and the crowd becomes silent. Then, "Prince Charming" by Metallica blares over the speakers of the arena. The song picks up and the crowd cheers. "There's a black cloud overhead-That's me....And the poison ivy chokes the tree-Again it's me...I'm the little boy that pushes hard and makes him cry....LOOK IT'S ME!" HUGE red pyros shoot off all around the entrance and down the aisle as the lights start flashing and return to normal as Renegade steps out from the back with his trenchcoat and white t-shirt and baggy jeans on and Amy following him with her Renegade shirt and baggy cargo pants. Renegade raises one arm in the air as pyros go off. Amy runs down the aisle high fiving fans as Renegade walks down and takes his spot next to one of the ladders. He and Amy pose for the crowd as picture bulbs flash.] Tim: I'm surprised Renegade brought Amy out here with him, this is quite a dangerous match. Jeff: Match!?! He doesn't need to worry about the match, he has to worry about that perv Trevor Lasek at ringside with his valet. [All of a sudden "Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine blasts onto the speakers and out comes Trevor Lasek, Trevor is wearing Black Corduroy Pants,Black shoes, Red T-shirt with Black Barbwire all over it and a Unbuttoned black T-shirt covered in red Barbed-Wire aswell and black tapes wrists. Trevor then begins to walk to the ring with a little smirk on his face and his music is still blasting away, Trevor finally makes his way to ringside and pulls an additional ladder from underneath the ring. This one is wrapped in firecrackers. He tips over the ladder near him and Renegade, and sets this one up instead. "Wake Up" quickly comes to a close and then Trevor takes off his unbuttoned t-shirt and gets ready to fight.] Nigel Rolston: And their opponents, at a combined weight of five hundred and fifty five pounds... TREEEVOOOR LASEEEK and REEEEEENEEEGADE!!! Tim: And it looks like the Barbed-wire Trampoline Match is about to begin, who will be the first to scale the ladder? [The bell sounds as Renegade and Jack Daddy begin their ascents up the ladders and onto the scaffold. The two meet in the middle with a harsh staredown. Jack Daddy fires the initial blow, and Renegade fires right back with a right. Jack Daddy comes back again and the two begin brawling wildly on top of the 10-footer. Renegade dangles in the edge, but Jack Daddy pulls him back and DDT's him on the scaffold.] Tim: Oh, DDT by Jack Daddy... [Jack Daddy is quick to his feet and pulls up Renegade. He goes for a suplex, but Renegade blocks it. Renegade tries a suplex of his own, but Jack Daddy floats over and locks on a rear waistlock. Renegade reverses it around the back and lifts up Jack Daddy for a german suplex. Jack Daddy hooks his leg, however, and rolls it through into a side leglock. Renegade begins pounding the scaffold in pain as the fans cheer Jack's move.] Jeff: What the hell was that!?! Tim: Jack Daddy just reversed a German Suplex into a Roll-though Leglock... nice! Jeff: Whatever, The Daddy is pressing his luck. [Jack Daddy unhooks the leglock and gets to his feet. He pulls up Renegade by the hair and slaps on a standing head scissors. From there, he hooks his arms and goes for a piledriver. Renegade doesn't budge though, and instead back body drops Jack Daddy over onto his back. Renegade stands up, with a pissed off look on his face, and signals the cut-throat sign.] Tim: Oh no... Jeff: What could he thinking!?! Is he gonna eliminate Jack Daddy!?! [Renegade picks up Jack Daddy and locks him in suplex position. From there, Renegade delivers a snap suplex but holds on. He rolls through onto his feet and gives Jack Daddy another snap suplex. Once again, he rolls through onto his feet and lifts Jack Daddy up vertical. Renegade steadies himself a little and then drops down with a NASTY high angle DDT right on the scaffold. The crowd gasps in unison, followed by an "H-W-F, H-W-F" chant.] Tim: Holy shit!! Jeff: God damn... Fist of Rage after those Rolling Suplexes!! Tim: Jack Daddy is out of it... [Renegade gets to his feet and raises both arms in the air, as the fans cheer him loudly. He picks up Jack Daddy and prepares to throw him off. He grabs him by the hair and pants and acts as if he's going to throw him off... but doesn't. Instead, Renegade pulls him into a standing head scissors and faces the edge.] Jeff: WHAT THE SHIT!?! [Renegade locks his arms and then lifts up Jack Daddy. From there, Renegade throws Jack Daddy off of his shoulders; powerbombing him from the scaffold all the way down onto the barbed-wire trampoline. The barbed-wire catches Jack Daddy and hooks him in place, as a single bell sounds.] Tim: He just Powerbombed Jack Daddy OFF OF THE SCAFFOLD!! Jeff: Maybe I was wrong about this guy... he seems to have a mean streak... Nigel Rolston: Jack Daddy has been ELIMINATED!! [Renegade raises his arms in the air again.] Tim: One down, two to go... before a winner is decided here at Reckless Behavior. [Chris Styles quickly climbs up the scaffold and runs at Renegade. Renegade turns around, kicks Styles in the gut, and DDT's him down to the ground. He stands up and taunts again, as the crowd gives him even more cheers.] Jeff: Renegade is just dominating this match for his team!! [Below the action, Trevor Lasek is pulling some of the barbed-wire from the trampoline and wrapping it around a firecracker from the ladder. Up top, Styles low blows Renegade; sending the big man down to the ground. He quickly gets to his feet and dropkicks Renegade right in the face. He follows up with a couple of leg drops and then lifts Reneagde up to his feet. He applies a standing head scissors and amazingly lifts up Renegade into a canadian backbreaker rack. He holds him there for a second, and then throws him up in the air; spinning him 180 degrees and sending him down to the ground with a diamond cutter. Another "H-W-F" chant from the crowd.] Jeff: Oh... now that's what I'm talking about!! Tim: Amazing Canadian Backbreaker Rack into Cutter right there... I'm surprised he even got the big man up!! [Styles grabs Renegade and tries to throw him off, but Renegade won't go. Styles stands up and dropkicks Renegade's side, sending half of his body over the edge. Styles dropkicks him again, sending him rocking back and forth. Renegade pulls himself up and manages to tackle Styles to the ground, where the two begin brawling with each other back and forth.] Jeff: Damn Tim, I didn't know so much hatred was involved in this match. [Renegade comes out the winner of the brawl and pulls Styles to his feet. Renegade lifts up Styles for a chokeslam and slams him down on the scaffold. He then picks him up again and gets him in tombstone position. Styles kicks his legs a little, reversing it over into a tombstone of his own. Styles stumbles back a little, but gathers himself enough to drops Renegade to the ground with a sitdown tombstone.] Tim: GOOD GOD!! Jeff: Sitdown Tombstone Piledriver on the scaffold!! Tim: Get the EMT's out here now, Renegade's neck could be broken... [Styles lies down and manages to push Renegade off the scaffold. Renegade falls off this time, and lands right next to Jack Daddy; who is trying to escape to no avail. Amy runs over to try and untangle Renegade, as Lasek begins climbing the ladder.] Nigel Rolston: Renegade has been ELIMINATED!! Tim: You heard it folks, Renegade's out... Jeff: That leaves Styles and Lasek to decide this bout. [Styles starts to walk around the scaffold taunting, as Lasek snakes up behind him and hooks a barbed-wire wrapped firecracker onto his pants. Lasek pulls out a lighter from his pants, lights the firecracker and then runs to the edge of the scaffold with his hands over his ears. Styles turns around and sees Lasek. He starts to run at him but CRACK!! The firecracker on his pants explodes and Styles drops like a sack of potatoes. Lasek starts laughing to himself as he lifts up Styles and locks on a double underhook.] Tim: That was really low... Jeff: *laughing* Brilliant... absolutely brilliant... [Lasek locks on the double underhook, jumps in the air, and plants Styles on the scaffold with the Phat Smack'2001 (Pedigree into Double Arm DDT). He then stands up and starts stomping Styles, trying to send him off of the scaffold. Lasek looks down at Renegade, who can't get unhooked from the barbed-wire, and yells for him to get out of the way.] Tim: What's Lasek doing? [Lasek stops stomping Styles and then yells something down at Amy. Amy nods her head and then reaches under the ring, coming out with some bolt cutters. The fans cheer a bit as she cuts the barbed-wire around Renegade and un hooks him from the trampoline. Lasek smiles and then turns towards Styles, who is now on his feet and charging. Lasek tries to move, but gets blasted in the face with a forearm. Lasek drops to the ground but pops right up to his feet. Styles sees this, runs, and sends Lasek down with another forearm. Lasek pops up again, and Styles goes for a cross body block... Lasek catches him however.] Jeff: Uh oh... [Lasek has him in position for a fallaway slam, but turns it around into a michinoku driver. He collapses backwards on the scaffold as Renegade yells from below.] Tim: There's the Skull Scraper by Trevor Lasek. Jeff: Styles just went to the well once to often there. [Lasek stands up eventually and lifts Styles to his feet. Lasek turns Styles and locks on a pumphandle. He then lifts him into the air, but Styles slips out the back. Lasek turns around, but Styles grabs his legs and sends him doiwn to the mat. From there, Styles tries to lock on an elevated boston crab.] Jeff: Oh yeah... he's going for Pure Intensity... [Styles truggles a bit, but eventually gets Lasek over.] Tim: He's got it. Jeff: But this isn't submission!! [Lasek taps out a few times, but the refs below don't call the match. Lasek struggles for a good mintue or so, and then tries to push up out of it. Styles fights it for a while, but then gives in; and Lasek flips Styles over his legs, and also sends him flying off of the scaffold onto Jack Daddy and the barbed-wire trampoline below.] Tim: Holy shit, the match is over!! [Styles unhooks himself, and tries to leave the ring, but Renegade blasts him right inbetween the eyes with the bolt cutters, sending Styles right back onto Jack Daddy.] Jeff: Oh shit! Nigel Rolston: Chris Styles has been ELIMINATED... making the winner of the match TREEEVOOOR LASEE... what the fuck!?! [The camera pans up to the scaffold, where Lasek has pulled his firecracker ladder onto. Lasek sets it up and starts scaling it. The fans starts chanting his name as he gets higher and higher. He finally reaches the top and then reaches into his pants. He pulls out his signature lighter fluid and pours it all over himself. He then takes out a pakc of matches and LIGHTS HIMSELF ON FIRE!!] Tim: Oh no... Lasek is gonna kill himself!! Jeff: He's 25 feet in the air... what's he thinking!! Tim: DON'T DO IT TREVOR!! [Lasek takes a final look down and then dives from the top of the ladder on the scaffold, all the way down onto Styles and Jack Daddy... while on fire!! The barbed-wire trampoline snaps and all three men begin rolling around in pain.] Jeff: HOLY GOD... SPLASH FROM HELL FROM THE HEAVENS!! ["H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F"] Tim: Get sombody out here... NOW!! [Numerous EMT's rush out from the back with fire extinguishers as "Wake Up" hits the speakers once again. Renegade looks at Lasek and shakes his head, as he heads to the back. The EMT's put out all the flames, and start to load the man onto stretchers. More technicians come from the back to clean up the mess, as the scaffold gets lifted out of view. Lasek's music fades out as the camera goes to Jeff and Tim.] Tim: I can't believe he did that... Jeff: Man, what a crazy match... what's next Tim? [Tim takes a look down at the format sheet.] Tim: Well, it says here that the Tag Team Title, Falls Count Anywhere Match is next.
 [The camera quickly pans to the ring, where they are still picking up rubble from the last match.] Tim: Well, that'll have to wait a few minutes... what's on MY mind though is the identity of the MIB.. Men in Black... Jeff: You mean the Boogie Nights Part Deux? Tim: Yeah, sure... whatever you want to call them, they're finally getting their shot at the Tag Titles tonight. The question is will they unmask!?! Jeff: I dunno... we'll just have to wait and see... [The camera goes back to the ring, where everything is now cleaned up. Four refs walk out to the ring, as "Men in Black" by Will Smith hits the PA System. Some fans cheer a bit, but the majority of them just laugh. After a few seconds, the two men in the black cloaks and masks walk through the curtain and head towards opposite sides of the stage. The two men begin to do the Electric Slide to the music for a few seconds as the lights come back on all the way. The Men In Black look at each other and together, they walk down the ramp, hop onto the apron, and climb into the ring between the ropes. The two men walk over to the other side of the ring and then stare at the referee. They start going through the motions for YMCA to the music. One of the two men break off and start to do the S2H Worm motions. As he does a crappy worm, the other guy does the 'rollin' dance, with crotch pump at the end. The music slowly fades out as the Men in Black look around.] Jeff: Hey, these guys aren't half bad... Tim: Oh, give me a break. Nigel Rolston: Ladies and Gentlemen... introducing the first team in this Tag Team Title Falls Count Anywhere Match. [Small pop from the fans.] Nigel Rolston: Here are... the MEEEEEEEN IN BLAAAAAAACK!! [Some laughter from the fans, as the Men in Black jump and down in joy. Suddenly, however, The lights dim down and a computerized voice counts down from three.] [ ....3.... ] [ ....2.... ] [ ....1.... ] [ ....0.... ] [ BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! ] ["More Human Than Human" by White Zombie begins to blare out over the arena speakers as Ethan Scruggs and Gavin Coens of the Twisted Circle tear through the curtains with a whole lot of charisma. Both men have their Tag Team titles wrapped around their waists, and head straight down to the ring without delay.] Nigel Rolston: And now, introducing Gavin Coens and Ethan Scruggs.... TWIIISTEEED CIIIIRRCLE!! [Gavin and Ethan slide into the ring and the four men begin brawling as Twisted Circle's music fades out. Gavin pairs off with MIB #1 and Ethan takes care of the other. Gavin thows MIB #1 back towards the ropes and then clotheslines him over down to the concrete flooe. Ethan tries for a clothesline on MIB #2 but he ducks and drops Ethan with a standing side kick. MIB #2 then begins pounding on Ethan unmercifully.] Tim: I've said it once, and I'll probably say it again... dancing aside, the Men in Black are a force to be reckoned with. Jeff: Of course, they're Galaxy Defenders... [On the outside, Gavin grabs MIB #1 and slams him to the concrete with a powerslam. He then slides into the ring and tackles MIB #2 from Ethan. Both Gavin and Ethan begin pounding on MIB #2. MIB #1 starts to get up on the outside, as Gavin and Ethan whip MIB #2 to the opposite side. MIB #2 bounces off the mat, and Gavin and Ethan double-back body drop him over the top rope and onto MIB #1 on the outside of the ring.] Jeff: Holy shit!! Tim: Twisted Circle with a Double Back Body Drop; taking out both members of Men in Black!! [Ethan and Gavin step to the outside, where they meet the Men in Black. Gavin knocks one of the men down and then climbs onto the apron. Ethan grabs MIB #2 and slingshots him, just as Gavin comes off the apron with a missle dropkick.] Jeff: Oh yeah... Pain Factor!! [Ethan grabs the legs of MIB #1, as Gavin climbs onto the apron again. Ethan gives MIB #1 a slingshot and Gavin dives off again. This time, however, MIB #1 catches Gavin in a chokeslam, and sweeps his legs out from under him; sending Gavin onto his shoulder blades on the concrete. MIB #1 tries to follow up but Ethan low blows him. The refs gather around the four men, as they all struggle to thier feet.] Tim: This is just out of control... Jeff: Sure is... but did you see that move that the Man in Black did? Tim: Yeah. Jeff: Didn't that kind of look... familiar? Tim: ...you know... it kind of did... [Ethan stands up and starts punching MIB #2 up the ramp. Near ringside, Gavin gets up and MIB #1 tackles him over the guardrail and into the crowd.] Tim: Here's where that Falls Count Anywhere stipulation will come into affect... [Ethan and MIB #2 continue to brawl on the rampway. Ethan punches MIB #2 a few times and then backs up. He gathers himself, runs forward, and then plants MIB #2 with a Stray Bullet (floatover DDT) right in the rampway. He looks over at Gavin and MIB #1 and goes for the pin.] Tim: He's going for the pin!! [One... ...Two... ...Thr...KICKOUT!!] Jeff: Whew... that was pretty close Tim. Tim: Sure was, a little too close for the Men in Black. [Ethan begins laying in punches on MIB #2 as Gavin and MIB #1 work their way through the crowd. Gavin and MIB #1 eventually make it to the side of the entrance way, and MIB #1 throws Gavin over the guardrail and onto the ramp. Ethan sees this, and then quickly DDT's MIB #2 on the rampway. Ethan runs towards MIB #1 but MIB #1 lifts him up and slams him onto the rampway with a Faarooq-style spinebuster. A "HO-LY-SHIT, HO-LY-SHIT" chant breaks out as MIB #1 goes for the cover.] [One... ...Two... ...Thre...KICKOUT!!] Tim: God, the Men in Black are really holding their own here tonight. [MIB #1 gets up and starts doing the funky chicken for the fans. Gavin quickly gets to his feet and sneaks up behind him. He waits for MIB #1 to stop dancing and then taps him on the shoulder. MIB #1 turns around and Gavin picks him up, as if for a fallaway slam. Gavin walks up the ramp with him, until he gets to the top. Gavin looks behind him, where there is a 5-foot drop into the crowd. Gavin smirks a little and then throws MIB #1 over his head and into the crowd below... where they start to crowd surf him around the Eagles Ballroom.] Tim: Once again, an HWF arena has turned into a gigantic mosh pit!! Jeff: Did you see that Tim!?! [Meanwhile, MIB #2 has gotten up and is struggling his way to the back. He goes through the curtain but suddenly comes running out towards Ethan and spears him down to the ground.] Tim: Whoa! Jeff: It looks like one of the Men in Black just got their second wind. [MIB #2 begins laying in punch after punch after punch on Ethan Scruggs. Gavin takes a look down at MIB #1 and then runs over towards MIB #2 and knocks him off of Ethan. Ethan and Gavin begin stomping on MIB #2 and eventually picks him up. Ethan slaps on a standing head scissors and then lifts him up into piledriver position. Gavin takes a spot in front of Ethan. He grabs MIB #2 and both members of Twisted Circle drop down with a devestating spike piledriver on the ramp. MIB #2 begins rolling down to the ring.] Jeff: These two teams are killing each other tonight. Tim: Yeah.. and Twisted Circle don't even know who these mystery men are!?! [Gavin and Ethan charge at MIB #2 rolling down the rampway. They pick him up and throws him in the ring. Ethan slides in after him, as Gavin goes to the crowd and tells them to deliver him MIB #1. They do, and Gavin slams MIB #1 down on the concrete. He picks him up and rolls him into the ring, where Ethan and MIB #2 are brawling. Gavin slides in. The fans are going crazy.] Tim: To think... a Falls Count Anywhere Match has actually relocated... to the ring!! Jeff: Yeah, but this match is far from ov- ["Men In Black" suddenly hits the speakers once again. The four men continue to brawl for a few seconds until Trevor Lasek and Phoenix emerge from the curtain wearing the exact same black robes as the Men In Black. Each man has a steel chair in hand and Phoenix is holding a mic as well. They walk to the front of the stage and then stare down toward the ring.] Tim: What the fu- Phoenix: Cut the music. Now just hold on a minute down there. Something is severely wrong here. Now I know what you’re thinking. How come Trev and I are wearing these robes? The answer is real simple. This is supposed to be our match. We were the ones who beat Rykopathe and Blackjack last week, not those two down their now, but none of that seems to matter now. And you want to know why we did it? Take Trev here. He’s been back in the HWF for about a month now and where is the respect that he deserves? This is one of the most insane men in this sport today and where is his title shot? Well, that’s why we’re here. We wanted to help him get what he deserves. So after getting tossed off the scaffold last week, I made my way to the back to get in this robe to get Trev his title shot. But now, these two imposters, these frauds have decided to steal our chances and take what’s supposed to be ours. This shot and those belts are ours and they know it. So you know what Trev, I think it’s time we do something about this. [Phoenix and Trev look at each other, Phoenix drops the mic and they both run towards the ring. They slide in under the bottom rope and run toward the MIB. The Men in Black brace themselves for the upcoming chair shots as Phoenix and Trev draw their chairs back. At the last second, they change their swings, spin around and drop Coens and Scruggs with the chairs. They begin to start stomping both members of Twisted Circle as the MIB join in.] Tim: Hey, get Phoenix and Lasek out of there!! Jeff: That was great!! [A few of the reefs try to seperate Lasek and Phoenix, as the Men in Black continue their assault. MIB #1 starts to scale the top rope with one of the remaining chairs, as MIB #2 grabs Gavin by the legs and sets up for a slingshot. MIB #1 gets on the top rope and signals down. When he does, MIB #2 slingshots Gavin to his feet, as MIB #1 hits him with a frontflip chairshot.] Tim: What the fu- Jeff: One Hit... Wonder!?! [MIB #1 collapses on top of Gavin, as MIB #2 starts mauling Ethan. One of the refs turns around and sees the cover.] Tim: Could this be it? [One... ...Two... ...THREE!!] Jeff: Yes, it is!! [The bell sounds as Phoenix and Lasek slides back into the ring with the tag belts. The refs are still trying to hold them back, but are now more focused on getting Ethan and Gavin out of the ring. The Men in Black stand up as Lasek and Phoenix award them with the Tag Title Belts. The Men in Black celebrate a little and then each take their belts to opposite corners.] Tim: Oh no... what are they doing now!?! Jeff: Who cares, this is great!! [The Men in Black climb the turnbuckles and throw the belts over their shoulders. They point to thier masks, and the fans boo a little.] Tim: They're gonna take the masks off!?! [MIB #1 looks over at MIB #2 and then takes off his mask. The fans gasp in horror as they see... they see...] Jeff: J. SIMON RYKOPATHE!! Tim: Oh... ...my... ...GOD!! What has he done!?! [Rykopathe looks over at MIB #2 as he takes off his mask revealing...] Tim: OH NO!! Jeff: ...and VIC WILLIAMS!?! [Vic hops down from the turnbuckles and meets Rykopathe in the center of the ring, where they shakes hands with each other as the fans boo loudly. All four men stand in the center of the ring victoriously, and Rykopathe quickly calls for a mic. Nigel Rolston throws one in to him and Rykopathe addresses the crowd, who are still boo'ing him.] J. Simon Rykopathe: Well, I bet nobody saw this one coming! Who would've thought that J. Simon Rykopathe would use his fucking brains again? Well, think again. Because J. Simon Rykopathe is back at the top, and he's got a title to prove it! So let's just collaborate for a minute here. There are three men with me right now.....Vic Williams, Trevor Lasek, and Phoenix. What in god's name are the four of us doing together? Well, it's pretty simple if you think about it. For example, we are the four men in the business that stop at nothing to get a win under our belt. Vic Williams, the most vicious man in the HWF. Trevor Lasek, the walking inferno. This nut sets himself on fire people! And then we have Phoenix, the Hardcore Champ. And myself...well, we don't need to run down my list of suicide dives just yet. [Some cheers, but more boo's.] J. Simon Rykopathe: Now, why did the four of us band together. Is it because we like hardcore wrestling? Yeah, but that isn't it. Is it because we're all pissed off and angry people? That could be an option, but it's not the right one. We four are together because we are done with the HWF. The four men you see standing in front of you are just so damn pissed off at the fact that people like Jayson Starr can walk back into the HWF, and be immediately granted a title shot. When in fact there are people out here that have been fighting and scratching for their shot at the gold. Personally, Vic and I have shed more blood than virgins on prom night for this company. And what thanks have we ever received? I don't remember anybody ever saying they appreciate what we have done for this company. The problem is that the HWF has lost their touch. The HWF fans have lost touch. Before,! it used to be about who took the risk, or who had the cool new move that week. But now, it's all about the personality. It's about "Oh, nobody remembers me" or "I am the greatest, and the camera loves me" or whatever. I'm not here to point fingers.....Trey Sterling Storm Starr.......but there are the few people around here that have basically taken over the HWF. And what have they done to make this company the way that it has always been? Storm and Starr have done shit for this business. Sterling does everything for himself. Trey likes to bitch and moan, but at least he's had it better than any of us. But are we here to complain? No. We're here to do something about it..... You know, from the time I did my first dive off of a ladder against Stinger....the first match in the HWF! From that point till now, I have done some pretty insane shit. I've been in the hospital so many times, I rent a bed for myself. And you know what? I LIKE IT THAT WAY!! I like getting fucked up week after week, and coming back after getting my stitches removed to lock up with Blackjack for the umptillionth time! But the HWF has just lost it's touch. It's all about market value now. And personally, it's starting to make me sick! But that all ends right now, it ends today. Vic Williams, Phoenix, Trevor Lasek, and I.....we're taking the HWF to a new level. We are going to bring it to what it used to be. For once I'd like to see a match where there wasn't an interference, and two guys would just fuck each other up with dueling chairs for ten minutes. Chaz, you have totally lost it man. Before, you cared about the fans, and what they wanted. And now, it's the tee shirt sales that get you all wet and horny when you sleep. It's all about the money now. Well, I'm still in wrestling for why I joined. Vic is here for why he joined. And the same goes for Phoenix and Trev. And now, it's time that the Anti-Heroes take the HWF back! [Rykopathe hands the microphone to Vic. Vic smirks a little and then begins to speak.] Vic: For the months we have been disrespected, it is all catching up now, for those who ever doubted me, this will be our time, for the HWF, the hate you have created, has swung back, stand back, DESTRUCTION IS NOW! Welcome to the NEW ERA, where the status-quo shall be shattered, and a new revelation is at our control!Look what I have, the tool for my escape, held in the talented Phoenix, the "Phatboy" Trevor Lasek's insane violent shit, and then my former enemy, now raging partner, in the maniacal J. Simon Rykopathe! My decision only matters to me, if you have a problem, I am sure we can settle this in the ring, while you stare at the arena lights! [Vic offers the microphone to Phoenix. He takes it.] Phoenix: I've already spoken... Trev? [Phoenix hands the microphone to Trevor Lasek, who gladly accepts it.] Lasek: Well well well, as I look at all of your faces, I can see that your shocked as of what I did, I could care less about you people. but If you wanna cheer for me, cheer for me. If you wanna boo me go fucking ahead, I don't give a shit. What I did was the right thing, joining up with the three most talented wrestlers ever in the HWF, we hace Phoenix, who is nothing more then a Insane bitch...like me, then we have Vic, my fellow Canadian, ever since he smashed me with that C4 Chair. I have been thinking, what would it feel like joining up with Vic, two fellow Canadian, both who are Insane and like to cause alot of Violent Shit in the squared circle... and lastly, we have Rykopathe. a man who has become a ICON in this fed. He has truly been through alot of chaoes in the HWF. I remember the first time I saw him wrestle, It was against NYI, New York Islander. It was a good match and the winner would face Blackjack in the final for the Hardcore Title. In the end, Ryko finished off NYI with a Moonsault off a Ladder and through a table to the outside. Then in the finals, he lost to Blackjack, but later on he defeated him to become Hardcore Champ, and at tat Moment, I wanted to join up with Ryko and rule this Fed with a Iron fist. [Rykopathe acts as if he was blushing, Phoenix and Vic look on as the fans are STILL boo'ing them.] Lasek: When I first enter this fed, I wasn't doing that well, losing matches and nearly ending my life with my Splash from hell, made famous by Shadow WX over in Japan. Then later on Ryko asked me if I wanted to join up with him to form a stable, ofcourse I accepted, for the next couple of weeks that my little dream would come true...but It didn't, Ryko decided to work with the Staff and scraped the Stable Idea. I decided to leave awhile after that. After awhile I came back, and then Vic came up to me and asked if we can join up. I accepted, I didn't know who else was joining but I found out it was Phoenix...and Ryko. My Dream has finally come true, and now..on November 19, 2000. Nearly a year since I first saw Ryko wrestle. and now look at us... Ryko, Phoenix, Vic and me will be one of the strongest forces ever in the HWF, we will rain supreme and cause alot of Violent Shit in this fed. You think you've seen anything yet? [The four members of the Anti-Heroes look at each other one last time.] Lasek: Well just wait, and it will come to you... [Lasek drops the mic and the four men start to walk away from the ring, with the belts in hand. Rykopathe tries to slaps fans high-five but they don't accept. Rykopathe smiles over at the others as they disappear through the curtains.] Tim: Vic Williams, J. Simon Rykopathe, Trevor Lasek, and Phoenix.... together!?! Jeff: Yeah, and the birth of my new favorite stable!! Tim: Oh please... whatever Jeff... [Tim leans back in his chair. Jeff is estatic.] Jeff: Hey where did Vic go? Doesn't he have a match out here soon!?! Tim: Well, Jeff... Look over the ring. [As Tim speaks, the cameras switch to the ring where spotlights are in a furious chase of three, four, five… SIX massive balloons being lowered from the ceiling of the Eagle's Ballroom.]  Jeff: Only the sickest of the sick minded could fathom what is inside those balloons. Tim: The sickest of the sick were the ones who did it, I'm speaking of the heads of this company--Chaz Manson, Johnny Drake, Bisc Limpkit, and Shawn Collins. Jeff: I guess you are right… This match will be horrendously hardcore, an extreme extravaganza, a… Tim: JEFF! We get the point… Jeff: Gotcha. ["Don’t Go Off Wandering" by Limp Bizkit kicks in on the arena PA system, bringing the lights down.] Tim: By the sounds of it, we're ready to go! Jeff: All right! [The fans begin to boo as Insomnia brushes aside the curtains and walks out into the open arena. Insomnia seems not to care as he slowly strolls down the aisle and rolls into the ring. He gains his feet and puts his arms out to the sides in a spread eagle type pose, bringing in even more heat. Insomnia simple turns and bends over a bit, staring directly at the entranceway as his music fades off.] Tim: Insomnia is the larger of the two men in this match, but only by 2 inches and just over 25 pounds. Jeff: With that close of size, this match will be back and forth. [The techno-type beginning of "Save Yourself" by Stabbing Westward begins to play. The lights flicker with a strobe like effect, pulsating with the beat. The wicked guitar opening breaks the calm of the monotonous techno music, bringing out a hardcore legend-to say the least-in Vic Williams.] Tim: Vic Williams is the most experienced in HWF matches by far, so we'll have to see how he ranks against this newcomer and street fighter, Insomnia. [Vic paces himself getting to the ring, but doesn't take his eyes of Insomnia. Williams grabs the middle rope and pulls himself onto the apron, then crawls under the top rope and steps inside. Vic walks right into the face of Insomnia, while Vic is still in the trench coat and spiked dog collar that has become so much apart of his image.] Jeff: I can tell you right now, these guys are extremely alike… Yet, no two people could be more different. Tim: You said it… I don't think too many people can call themselves similar to Vic Williams. [Ding, Ding, Ding] Tim: There's the bell, we're officially underway! [With a fast outburst, Vic Williams strikes Insomnia with a right punch to the skull. Insomnia quickly fires back and before anyone could say a word, the two grunge wrestlers are in an all out fist fight!] Jeff: It's on now! [Vic ducks one of Insomnia's punches and grabs him a Downward Dungeon Drop-esque position then sweeps his legs out, slamming Insomnia to the mat with a STO!] Tim: STO takes Insomnia to the mat. [Vic gets up and sheds the trench coat, tossing it over the ropes. He drives the heel of his boot into the throat of Insomnia as he undoes the spiked dog collar. Vic then raps the dog collar around his fist and connects with a fist drop to the throat!!] Jeff: Oh! Vic Williams drove that spiked collar right into the esophagus of Insomnia!! Tim: And Insomnia is having trouble breathing! [True to word, Insomnia is gasping to air. Vic gets mounted on top of Insomnia and pulls his foe's head towards him, then repeatedly connects with blows to the head with the collar on his fist!] Tim: Vic is not here to play, he's getting the job done tonight. [Vic tosses the collar to the outside and gets to his feet, dragging Insomnia up by the hair. Vic almost instantly drops to his knee, driving the other into Insomnia's face. Insomnia springs back on impact, landing in a sitting position in the corner. Vic runs towards Insomnia and drives a furious dropkick into his face!!] Jeff: Dropkick to the face!! Tim: Vic is dominating early on in this match. Fans, I should tell you that there is no timer visible to the audience or us out here. The balloons will pop at 15 minutes, but we will not know until the second they do. Jeff: The guys like to keep us in the dark, do they not? Tim: Yes, they certainly do. [Vic has gotten Insomnia up and Irish whips him across the ring. Insomnia bounces off the rope and ducks an unwavering clothesline from Williams. Insomnia stops and turns, kicking Vic in the gut. Insomnia then applies a front chancery and swings around drilling Vic Williams with a swinging neckbreaker.] Jeff: Insomnia is battling back with a swinging neckbreaker! [Insomnia gets up quickly then drops an elbow across the chest of Vic Williams.] Tim: Insomnia is mounting some offense. [Insomnia grabs Vic by the hair and pulls him up. Insomnia runs to the ropes with Vic by the hair and grabs Vic by the belt of his pants, tossing him up and over the top rope. Vic lands back first on the cement floor and arches up in pain. Insomnia climbs through the ropes and drops to the floor. He walks over to the railing, then turns back towards Vic. Vic slowly gets to his feet and Insomnia takes off running towards him. Vic catches Insomnia and kind of tosses him backwards, as Insomnia is driven face first into the ring pole! Insomnia thuds against it and slides to the floor.] Jeff: OUCH! Insomnia went right into that steel pole! [Vic grabs Insomnia by the hair and backs him into the railing, then nails him with a thrusting clothesline. The momentum takes Insomnia over the railing and into the crowd. The front row of fans all stand up as Bull, the massive security guy, and his team make them spread out away from Insomnia. Vic pulls the railing in towards the ring then climbs up onto the apron. Vic backs up to one end of the apron, waiting for Insomnia to rise. Insomnia eventually gets to his feet, although wobbly. Vic takes off running and dives off the apron, in a somersault senton, and collides with Insomnia! The two are thrown into the chairs of the first row, strewn every which way.] Tim: Big risk taken by Vic Williams! Jeff: It looks like it paid off, though. [Moments pass before Vic begins to stumble around. Williams grabs Insomnia and slowly pulls him to his feet. Vic slams Insomnia's head into the railing, then scoops him up and tosses him back over the railing. Vic then climbs over himself and grabs a steel chair leaning against the ring and slides it into the ring. Vic rolls in and walks underneath most of the balloons, looking up at them. Vic screams, "COME ON! POP THE FUCKING BALLOONS!!!"] Tim: It seems Vic Williams wants the balloons to pop before the 15 minute time limit… [Somebody in control feels for Vic, as the balloons explode with a !BANG! White powder is shot everywhere for effect, clouding up the vision as bad as a WWF show in Columbus, Ohio. Weapons and such rain to the mat and ring area.] Jeff: The Gods have given Vic his wish! Tim: Jackass, I think Chaz or Johnny hit a button. Jeff: Same difference. Tim: Yeah… [The white powder clears as we see Vic Williams standing in the center of the ring, the mat COVERED in thumbtacks. Staple guns, road signs, crutches, barbwire, nails, pretty much anything that you have seen in the HWF is around the ring and on the mat. Vic grabs a staple gun and heads for Insomnia outside the ring. Insomnia sees Vic coming and rushes toward him. Vic is caught off guard and taken to the floor with a shoulder block. Insomnia reaches into the ring, grabbing a handful of thumbtacks. He bends down and begins to grind them into the skull of Williams!!] Jeff: Insomnia is enraged now! [Blood begins to flow from Vic's head as Insomnia now punches him in the head over and over, bringing out more blood. Insomnia then stands and grabs Vic by the hair, pulling him up. Not seeing Vic's other hand, Insomnia is struck in the side of the head with the staple gun!! He lets out a cry of pain as Vic measures up for another.] Tim: JESUS! Vic is a bloody mess and his pissed off to boot! [Vic drives the staple gun into the forehead of Insomnia, stapling his flesh. Blood trickles down Insomnia's face in a hurry as Vic drops the staple gun and grabs Insomnia by shirt. Williams walks towards the aisle way with Insomnia to his side. Vic takes Insomnia all the way up to the entranceway and nails him with a super kick.] Jeff: Vic has taken Insomnia up to the entranceway, but I have no idea what for… He left all the weapons down here at ringside. [Vic walks through the curtain and disappears for a few moments.] Tim: Well, Vic has gone through the curtain… Only God knows what he is doing back there. [The curtain move as Vic comes back out, dragging behind him an aluminum ladder. The crowd cheers as Vic begins to set up the ladder.] Jeff: The psycho has a ladder! [Vic moves the ladder right up next to the bottom of the HWF-Tron. Vic then begins to climb up the ladder. He reaches the grid frame of the HWF Tron and pulls himself onto the bottom grid. He sidesteps his way to a vertical grid and begins climbing up the HWF Tron as fans all rise to see what will happen.] Tim: Oh God, no! Don't do it Vic, don't do it! [Vic is about halfway up the HWF Tron while Insomnia is on his feet and climbing the ladder!] Jeff: Jesus! Insomnia is climbing up there too! Tim: Fans, this isn't the same HWF Tron that J. Simon Rykopathe leaped off of in March… It's at least 7 feet higher! Jeff: You mean to tell me these guys are going to be 25 feet above the arena floor!?! Tim: Yes, but I'm not sure those guys know it! [Vic is at the top of the HWF Tron, while Insomnia is about halfway up the vertical grid. EMTs are colonizing at the bottom of the HWF Tron, just waiting for disaster. Two stretchers are side by side, ready to carry out limp bodies.] Jeff: This is going to be bad.. [Insomnia is at the top and is met by a running punch from Vic Williams. Insomnia is almost knocked off but manages to get his balance. Insomnia kicks Vic in the mid section then leaps into the air, connecting with a rocker dropper high atop the HWF Tron!!] Tim: Rocker Dropper! Jeff: You know, I just was thinking… Tim: WHOA! Jeff: Shut up! What if they make a cover up there? Is the referee gonna climb up there to make the 3 count?! Tim: I guess we'll only know if it happens. [Insomnia grabs Vic by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Insomnia nails Vic with two punches in succession and Vic almost falls off!! Williams grabs Insomnia by the shirt and pulls himself back upright, just in time to level Insomnia with the Downward Dungeon Drop!!!] Tim: 3D!!! 3D ON THE HWF TRON!!! [Vic is back up quickly and pulls Insomnia up. Vic grabs him in a front chancery and lifts him up a few feet then lets Insomnia drop!!] Tim: LOOK OUT!!!! [Insomnia plummets 25 feet and CRASHES through the two stretchers, making both stretchers bent at 35 degree angles!!! A LOUD "HOLY SHIT" chant encompasses the arena.] Jeff: OH… … …MY… … …GOD!!!!!!!!!!! Tim: HOLY SHIT, INSOMNIA IS DEAD!! [Before anyone can take in Insomnia's fall, Vic leaps off the HWF Tron with a swan-dive somersault senton!!! Camera flashes go off like mad as Vic lands on Insomnia with a !THUD!] Jeff: HOLY FUCK!!! [One... ...Two... ...THREE!!] Tim: VIC WINS! VIC WINS! "VICIOUS" VIC WILLIAMS HAS LEAPED OFF THE HWF TRON WITH A SWANTON BOMB!!! ["Save Yourself" plays loudly as the EMTs are there with new stretchers to take the men out. Moments pass as both men are put on stretchers--bloodied, beaten, and severely bruised--they are stretchered out of the arena.] Tim: I can't believe what I just witnessed… Jeff: Insomnia was sent flying with a release suplex off the HWF Tron and Vic Williams connected with a swanton bomb from 25 feet!!! Tim: Insanity… That's all it is. Those two guys could be in the hospital for months because of two death-defying acts of violence! Jeff: I LOVE IT!! [HWF technicians scatter to try and clean up all of the rubble left around the arena. About 30 seconds elapses and they have most of it cleaned up.] Tim: Would you look at all the left-overs... Jeff: Man, that was a classic!! [Tim wipes off his forehead.] Jeff: What's next? I can hardly even wait... Tim: Well, it looks like Hangman's Noose match thingie... Jeff: Oh, the one with Rykopathe and Extream, right? Tim: That'd be the one...
 Tim: Another legend of the HWF, Extream! Jeff: He's been rallying that legends like himself aren't getting a fair push in the HWF. Tonight's his chance to prove that he's still got what it takes. Tim: Very true, Jeff. Tonight is a proving ground of sorts for Extream. [While Extream enters the cell and rolls under the rope, the music switches to Linkin Park's "One Step Closer." As the heavy and fast beat begins, "The Icon" steps out from the back. Rykopathe gets a positive reaction also, as he raises a single solitary fist to the crowd. He then walks towards the ring, taking his time.] Jeff: As the song says, Rykopathe is always ready to break. Tim: He's a definite short fuse… And when he goes off, there's no telling the senseless acts he'll commit. [J. Simon Rykopathe stands in the steel doorway of the cell, looking at Extream in the ring. With a slow raise of his arm, Rykopathe points at the roof of the cell. The crowd roars with anxiousness.] Jeff: Oh, Jesus.. [Extream smirks and nods his head. Rykopathe then steps back outside the cell and begins to circle around the small width in between the cell and railing. He gets to the side near the announcer's table and grabs a few spare chairs, tossing them up onto the cell.] Tim: "The Icon" wants to start this match off right! Jeff: The guy is throwing steel chairs onto the cell! [On the other side, Extream has gotten out and has begun his climb. Rykopathe then grabs ahold of the chain link fencing and begins his ascent to the top of the massive cell. The fans cheer as Extream has made it to the roof and rolls himself onto safe ground. Safe, until Rykopathe crawls his way onto the roof.] Tim: This is going to get ugly, real fast. [Rykopathe and Extream are standing on opposite ends of the cell roof. Rykopathe picks up a chair and tosses it towards Extream.] Jeff: "The Icon" just gave Extream one of the chairs! [Extream picks up the chair while Rykopathe picks up one of his own. The two come together and swing their chairs. With a clang, the chairs hit. Again the two swing and connect with each other's chair. Rykopathe jabs the end of his chair into the stomach of Extream, then rears back and swings. !CRACK! Extream is dazed and nearly falls over but maintains his balance.] Tim: Extream didn't go down! [Extream picks up his chair and swings. !CRACK! The chair connects with Rykopathe, knocking him silly. Rykopathe also stays standing, to the dismay of the crowd.] Jeff: Rykopathe didn't either! [Extream goes for another swing but Rykopathe ducks the steel. Rykopathe throws his chair at Extream, hitting him in the chest. Extream brings his chair in, but gets a superkick right into the chair. The chair smacks across Extream's head, then flies off the cell and clanks to the floor below. Extream is knocked to his back, while Rykopathe grabs him by the hair and brings him back up. Rykopathe applies a front chancery and hooks the waist of Extream and suplexes him onto one of the supports of the cell, snapping it in two!!] Tim: They're tearing up the cell! [Extream arches his back in pain as "The Icon" gets back up. He grabs the remaining chair on the cell and walks back to Extream. Rykopathe leaps up and places the chair under his leg, connecting with a leg drop across the face of Extream.] Jeff: Leg drop with the chair. "The Icon" is in control early on in this match. [Rykopathe gets right back up and grabs Extream, pulling him upright. Rykopathe nails Extream with an uppercut, knocking Extream back. Rykopathe swings for a standing clothesline but Extream grabs the arm and floats over with a crucifix into a DDT!! The chain link fence on the roof gives a little.] Tim: DDT on the roof of the cell! Extream is firing back. [Extream gets back up but hits a backflip splash onto Rykopathe. Extream grabs the noose rope and begins pulling it up from the ring.] Jeff: Extream wants to end this one quickly! [Extream brings up the noose and tries to get it around Rykopathe's neck. "The Icon" fights it off with punches and kicks Extream back. As Rykopathe stands, Extream slips the noose around Rykopathe's leg. Rykopathe hammers on Extream with forearms then drags him to his feet. Rykopathe kicks Extream in the gut and gets him in a standing head scissors. "The Icon" lifts Extream up onto his shoulders then sits down with a sit down powerbomb!! The chain link gives way and the two men free fall to the mat!! Rykopathe is violently yanked from hitting the mat by the noose around his leg.] Tim: OH GOD!! Rykopathe may have hurt his leg bad!! Jeff: Rykopathe?! Extream could be paralyzed!! [Extream has rolled over onto his side, his face turned down. Blood is coming from Extream's mouth.] Tim: Extream is bleeding internally… Jeff: Oh, this is bad.. [Rykopathe is hanging about 2 feet off the mat, screaming in pain. Rykopathe reaches up and finally slips the noose off his leg and falls to the mat in a heap.] Tim: These two guys are in trouble.. [Moments pass as both guys crawl into a corner. Rykopathe uses the ropes to get up slowly and goes to walk towards Extream but falls down, grabbing his leg.] Jeff: Oh, man.. Rykopathe is out of this match. [Extream crawls over towards the ropes and pulls himself up, blood spewing from his mouth. He hobbles over to Rykopathe and pulls him to his feet. Rykopathe falls back into the ropes, still standing to the best of his ability. Extream goes through the ropes and begins to climb the turnbuckle. Extream gets to the top and leaps off with a front flip and lands on the shoulders of Rykopathe, then flips him over with a dragon rana!!!!] Tim: HOLY SHIT!! Jeff: DRAGON RANA!! [The fans chant "HWF! HWF!" as Extream slowly grabs the noose and puts it around the neck of Rykopathe!!] [Ding, Ding, Ding] Tim: Extream wins! [Rykopathe is being hung as the cell is raised up!! EMTs rush out and get Rykopathe out of the noose and onto a stretcher, while Extream is escorted to the back by the referee and his theme music.] Jeff: This night is insane!! A relatively quick match went by with these two but it has more action than an entire WCW card! Tim: You got that right! [The cell is now gone, and a few more technicians run out to ringside in preparation for the next match.] Tim: Only two more to go fans... Jeff: Really? What's happening right now? Tim: Well, it's the Hardcore Title Match of course...
 Nigel Rolston: And introducing first, in this 2 out of 3 falls Gimmick match....accompanied by Claire Matthews,....MICHAEEEEEEEEEL TREY! [The crowd pops at the mention of Trey,] Tim: And the NEXT Hardcore Champion has arrived! Jeff: coughMARKcough Tim: coughSTERLINGcough ["Close the Door" by Prong hits the speakers and a chorus of boos and cheers begins in the arena. After a few seconds, Phoenix bursts through the curtains wearing his torn black corduroy shorts and his black “Zero” t-shirt with the sleeves torn off. He slowly walks to the front of the stage, dragging the HWF Hardcore belt behind him in his right hand. He stands there for a second and the fans begin to boo and cheer even louder. As Phoenix hears this, he raises the belt in the air and then begins to slowly walk down to the ring. When he gets to the apron, he tosses the belt into the ring over the top rope and then slides in himself. Phoenix walks over, picks up his belt, hands it to one of attendants at ringside, and then turns and faces Michael Trey.] Nigel Rolston: And introducing second, he is your Hardcore champion, weighing in at 202 lbs, PHOEEEEEEEEENIX! The rules of this matchup are as follows, for the first fall, First blood will decide it, second fall, the ropes and apron are lit alite and the man to get burnt first looses.... [Crowd pops louder then ever.] Nigel Rolston: ....THEN, if it's 1 a piece, the last fall will be decided on last man standing rules! Jeff: This should be a classic, you've got Trey, you've got Phoenix...this should be a **changes to hillbilly voice** barnburnin' slobberknocka 'ere folks! Tim: I though you hated these guys!? Jeff: Yes, but there's the huge chance they could fuck each other over and take each other out! Tim: Jeff, how could you?! [By this time Phoenix has slid in and stands face to face with Michael, the stare down a minute, before Mike and Phoenix both at the same time take a step back, even with their new heat, Phoenix extends a hand, which Michael slaps, before they start hoppin' and skippin' around, ready for the first grapple.] Jeff: Come ON, you bunch of friggin' pansies. [They finally lock up, with Trey overpowering the bruised and sore Phoenix, back into the corner. After a sligh rough up, Phoenix reverses it, and then backs away. Before delivering a overhand chop to Trey, and then an irish whip into the opposite corner. Trey hits hard, and stumbles at Phoenix, Phoenix swings for a clothesline and Trey ducks it, Mike spins around, and dropkicks Phoenix in the back of the head, sending Phoenix to the floor out side. Trey turns, and hops up on the first rope, as the crowd goes nuts!] Tim: Common Trey, don't waste time, you've got a opponent the callibre of Phoenix, and you're POSING? [Phoenix quickly regains composure, and grabs a chair. Trey hops off the ropes, and sees Phoenix, he takes off and flips over the ropes with a flip, taking out Phoenix and the chair, and sending Phoenix back first into the rail with a chant of HWF to follow. Trey quickly gets up and picks Phoenix up, who's holding his back, a quick irish whip later, and Phoenix is down again, holding his back near the enterance way. Trey runs at Phoenix, but Phoenix ducks, and sends him over the rail with a back body drop. Trey lands awkwardly, with his leg hitting the rail, almost snapping, but it doesn't. He's writhes around in pain, holding his ankle, on the cold cement floor, as the ECW-esque crowd move back to let the action continues. Phoenix gets the chair again, and tosses it over the barricade, landing it on Mike's face, he then slingshot's over and lands a senton on the chair, and of course, on Mike. Both men seems hurt, already, as the crowd start up a monstorous H-W-F chant!] Jeff: Yes, that's the way. Hurt both your assess, you stupid dick! Tim: Ahh, common, these guys love the buisness, they'll do ANYTHING to get over. [Michael still isn't bleeding, as the ref hops over the guardrail. Phoenix, manages to get up, and gets Trey up, and drags him through the sea of people, before coming to a dead end. A perfectly positioned table, seemingly for some sort of "Crew". Phoenix hits Trey a few more times, before rolling him on the table. He then looks up, at the crowd above, and extends his hands, the crowd pull him up, and he stands on the edge, seemingly the start of Trey's doom. Phoenix then jumps, oh, well sorta falls off the balcony, as Trey rolls off the table, and Phoenix goes plunging through to his doom. The crowd cheer, and Michael gets up, puffing, but not really hurt as he's gone through much worse before. Phoenix is lying motionless in the broken table, before Trey picks him up, and starts to walk him along the wall. He stops, and picks up a nearby chair, as Phoenix slumps against the wall. Trey pulls back, and swings a big head crushes, but Phoenix ducks it. The jarr hurtling up Trey's arms and he drops the chair, Phoenix quickly grabs Trey by the belt, and sends him head first into the wall, very sickeningly, and Trey slumps to the ground, NOT bleeding still.] Tim: Oh man, Phoenix must really want it! Jeff: I must say, he's doing a good job against a soo called Legend. Maybe Phoenix is just crap, and Trey's not the legend HE makes out he is. Yeah, that's it. [Phoenix takes Trey, across further, and sends him hurtling through a door, which leads into a hallway. As they drag each other, Phoenix take Trey through another door. A storage room, which is littered with chairs. He turns and drops Trey to the floor, he goes for a slingshot, to throw Trey face first into the wreckage, but to no avail. Trey won't budge. Phoenix gives up and turns, he picks up a chair, but Trey is now up, Trey quickly does a double footed front dropkick to the chair, sending it into Phoenix's mouth. Phoenix stumbles back, and falls on some chairs, which are facing in all different directions. Trey holds his back, before slowly getting up. Phoenix somehow grabs a chair, and throws it at Trey, who ducks, but the ref is not so lucky, and gets smashed in the chops with the chair, he instantly drops down. As Trey charges at Phoenix, tackling him back into the chairs, got knows how much pain both men are in, after landing in a pile of chairs. Trey picks Phoenix up, and slams him with a scoop, into the chairs, AGAIN, as Phoenix whinces in pain. Trey then does the unthinkable, he takes a chair, and digs it into Phoenix's ribs. He then pushes down to spring himself up, he then lands back/side first on the chair, digging it deeply into Phoenix's guys, his eyes buldging out in pain, as Trey looks like he snaps his back on the chair. Both men lie motionless.] Tim: Holy jesus be gorrer, these guys are doing a CZW tribute tonight. Jeff: You watch that shit? Tim: Um yes, it's not bad. [Trey is the first to move, holding his back, as Phoenix has started to cough up a bit of blood. Trey makes his way through the chair sea, and gets a janitor's trolley, which has a very promising flat table on the top, with some buckets of water, and some mops in the side. Trey grabs a mop, and breaks it over the back, of Phoenix who was getting to his feet. He then grabs the buckets of dirty water and takes them from the bottom of the table. He rolls Phoenix up on the table, who falls off and lands on the chairs on the outside. Trey shakes his head and pulls Phoenix up, he swings a punch, and Phoenix blocks it, he swings another punch, and Phoenix ducks it, swinging Trey around into a full nelson. He, then, digs his head down into Trey's shoulderblades, and forward rolls, doing a rolling tomikazee to Trey...through the f'n table!] Tim: HOLY SHIT! Innovation by Phoenix. Jeff: Pff, that's Bisc's move. Tim: Oh, it is, is it? Jeff: Uh-huh. [Trey lies face first in the broken Janitor's trolley, as Phoenix picks up one of the buckets of dirty water. He thinks for a minute, but then discards it, throwing the water across the room. Trey slowly starts to push himself up, as Phoenix starts stomping on Trey's fingers. Trey gives up, and covers his bruised fingers, as Phoenix grabs another mop, and lyes the handle across Trey's neck. He then hops up, and drops a leg either side, shattering the handle across Trey's subject neck. Trey screams in alot of agony, and squirms around on the ground, as Phoenix lies half knocked out, as his head smashed into a leg of a chair behind him. The ref still hasn't moved, from his face down knocked out state and neither does Trey or Phoenix.] Jeff: They really should start getting out of that room. [Phoenix is the first to get up, and he starts to drag Trey's helpless body out of the room. He grabs Trey by the shirt, and "Western Movie" style, throws him, just, at the room with all his strength. Doesn't look too painfull though, as Trey slams into the wall and slides down. Phoenix then grabs a near by table, and clears it of all the food on top of it. He then drags the table across to Trey and chucks it across his legs. Trey's head sandwhiched between the wall behind him and the table, as the table leans back, making it a real tight fit for Treybo. Phoenix then seems to take a huge breather, he takes a step back, then runs a bit at Trey and jumps forward, doing a low split legged dropkick, each leg a different side of Trey's head, which snaps the table across Trey's face. You can see his body twich under the carnage, as Phoenix's back slams into the concrete, and he rolls backwards, and pulls him self up against the opposite wall before taking a breather.] Tim: These guys are REALLY pulling out all the stops today. Jeff: I must say, Phoenix has shown how hardcore he can be today, this almost shadow's his Scaffold match from last week. [Phoenix removes the tables from Trey's face, which STILL isn't bleeding. Phoenix grabs one half of the table, before pulling Trey up to his feet. He then swings at Trey, but Trey ducks, and from no-where tackles Phoenix down with a 1-inch Spear. Trey then picks Phoenix up, with a "Man on a mission" look on his face. Trey starts taking Phoenix down the corridor. He comes to a staircase which leads to the hall that takes you to the ring entereance area. Trey gets Phoenix to the edge of the staircase, and throw him in a standing head scissors.] Tim: Holy fuck, Trey man, don't do it! This is a living person! Jeff: This is the first time that I MUST cheer for Trey, go Trey, take that bitch out! [The scene cuts backstage to Drake, with the referee squad, you can see him talking without sound, and one ref leaves..for the scene of Trey and Phoenix.] Jeff: Finally, a new ref. [Trey goes to lift him, but to no avail as Phoenix just pushes him back, 'Nix gets up quick and swings a lunging punch which Trey ducks, putting Trey's back to the downward spiral staircase. Phoenix turns and swings yet another lunging punch, Trey ducks it again, which brings Phoenix face to face with the looming Staircase. From behind Trey grabs Phoenix's pants and weatbag tosses him down the fleight of stairs. Phoenix clears atleast the first 10, before slamming into the bottom 5, and crashing on the midpoint, before hitting the next fleight, and rolling dangerously to the bottom. You can hear holy shit chants from all over the arena, as Trey looks worried that he might of killed Phoenix. Trey walks down to the midpoint, where there is a trail of blood now, he then gets to the bottom where Phoenix is lying, his nose and mouth busted open with blood pouring out. A new ref has made it to the scene, and instantly calls the first win to Trey!] Nigel Rolston: (In the ring) And your winner, of the first fall by first blood, MICHAEL TREEEEEEEEEEY! Jeff: Um, now the ring get's lit on fire, but they can't do that untill Trey and Phoenix is back in the ring. [Roulston pauses, and stops, as if to be listening into his earpiece, he then puts the mic to his mouth again.] Nigel Rolston: I have been informed, by YOUR president, Johnny Drake, that this match will ONLY continue once both members of the match get back into the ring, so the BBQ Bash can start! So Trey and Phoenix, if you can hear me, you must return to the ring to start the second fall matchup! Tim: What a super decision by our boss there. [Back at the scene, Michael looks concered for Phoenix who still hastn' moved, but is atleast breathing. Phoenix then snaps, and quickly gets to his feet, he cowers back to a wall, with a "Stay the fuck away from me your fucking pyscho" look on his face. He then runs at Trey, tackling him down, like....well...like a Pyscho himself. He starts hammering in on Trey with brutal punches, his blood dripping down on Trey. He then looks around for weapons, a nearby line up of tables look sweet for Phoenix as he grins, but it looks as if one of his teeth have dislodged, he looks like a hansom Chris Benoit now. He drags Trey across to the tables, and lies him across them. He pants a bit, and coughs up some more blood, making a sick lookin' pool below him, Phoenix stands up, and walks across to the nearby weapon pile. He grabs two trashcans, with chairs in them, he walks across to the table, and lyes all the weapons atop of Trey, who is now out of it. Phoenix looks around, but doesn't find any high spots. He drops down again, out of it, before regaining composure, he then hops up on the tables beside Trey, and just does a big splash. The tables don't break, and he looks like he fucked his own already sore ribs on the weapons, Trey falls off the side, some weapons falling down on top of him, and Phoenix lies across the table, holding his ribs and breathing heavily.] Jeff: Um, come on guys, there's going to be fire down here, fire equals pain! Tim: Yeah, but have you though, it's backstage, there's weapons out there, there could be MORE pain there. Jeff: Oh yeah! [Trey starts to move, before slowly pulling himself up onto the table beside Phoenix. He pulls Phoenix to his feet, and they start to bludgeon each other with fists to the skull. Phoenix then goes for a tackle to Trey, but Trey catches him, and locks in a quick double underhook, which drives Phoenix into the furtherest edge of the table, with the "Flash of Pain" sending them both toppling to the floor, with only half of the table snapping off.] Tim: Flash of PAIN! Flash of PAIN! Looks like this one is over!! Flash of Pain! Jeff: Um, reality check, you gotta burn your opponent in this fall, remember? TIm: Oh, damn, I get carried away a bit when the FLASH OF PAIN, FLASH OF PAIN! This one is over!, iIs mentioned...uh, yeah, that's it. [Phoenix slumps over onto his back, his missing tooth now visible to the audience. Trey staggers to his feet, the crowd in shock, yet chanting H-W-F. He wanders off in the wrong direction, totally out of it, before turning probably in realisation that he's in the middle of a match. He then wanders over to Phoenix and grabs him up to his feet. He then starts to walk with Phoenix, through the entereance they go, to the huge cheers of a standing crowd. Trey starts to pull Phoenix down the isle, but Phoenix collapses, and Trey trips over on Phoenix's hand!] Jeff: Clumsy oaf! Tim: I atleast hope Phoenix gets a new tooth implant, we don't need a resident Gap Toothed Jerk here. [Trey gets back up, and rolls Phoenix into the ring, Trey searches under the ring before it alights, and rolls in a huge 20' ladder, and some other weapons, namely two table, a chair, a trashcan, and another trashcan with a kendo stick and broom and two mops in it. Claire comes over, who has been ringside all the time, and gives Trey a big hug before he tells her nicely to go back away from the fire, before he enters he does a huge scream and slides in, isntantly the arena lights dim, and the ropes and apron BLAZE hugely to the roar of the crowd. Trey stops in the middle, almost awakening the devil inside of him, he laughs maniacly at the thought of his old friend, fire.] Jeff: FINALLY, fire! Tim: The first to get set alight, looses this one. BUT, If it's Trey, we move onto a Last Man Standing matchup. [Trey picks Phoenix up again, and shoves him at the ropes, Phoenix wakes up, almost like he's a fan of fire too. He smiles, the Phoenix, his fire home, etc etc, blah blah blah. Like rising from his firey grave, Phoenix charges at Trey, he misses a clothesline, turns around and turns and swings another punch. Trey catches it, and gives him a quick arm wrench, he then gives the thumbs up, and pulls his arm through his own legs. He then pump handles him up onto his shoulder, before dropping him down on his skull with a K-Driller/Emerald Fusion.] Jeff: He slammed him with the 7th Sign of the Apocolypse on that one! Tim: You can tell that YOU'RE not a Trey fan, he has since renamed that move the "Icon Killer" Jeff: How gay. [Trey picks up Phoenix, and hoists him up on the top turnbuckle, being carefull not to set himself alight. He then hooks him up and attempts a superplex. But Phoenix won't budge, Phoenix slowly moves his feet from the back of the ropes to the top, he then takes Mike's momentum and brings him out in a forward suplex, he turns 90 degrees with it, and hangs Michael up on the top rop, the ref who's vision is cut off my Phoenix being in the road, doesn't see Trey catch on fire, as Trey flops back into the ring on his gut, putting whatever heat there is, out.] Jeff: HOLY CRAP! Forward Suplex off the top turnbuckle on Trey, across a burning rope! What carnage! Tim: Imagine though, if Trey got caught up, he could be burning alive in there now. Jeff: So? [Trey holds his guts in pain, while the fans cheer, for the carnage. Trey rolls around in the middle of the ring, his shirt, almost burnt off, leaving a pile of ashes in the middle of the ring. Phoenix picks Trey up, and lets him stagger on the spot, he grabs Trey's head and quickly puts him into an inverted facelock, before pulling him up, and spiking him "Into the Ashes" on the ashes!] Tim: Oh my, that was bloody corny! [Phoenix grins at his attempt of humour, and grabs the ladder, he sets it up, and starts to climb the far side. He pauses a few times to catch his breath. Once at the top he calls for a move. Trey looks up, shits himself, and starts to rush to his feet. Phoenix looks suprised, as Trey scales the ladder, slipping a few times, they meet at the top. Blow after blow stagger both men, as Trey gets the upperhand. Phoenix sways, and hangs on, but onlyjust.] Tim: If Trey knocks him, he'll fall right on the fire, and Trey will WIN! [Trey continues his anslaught of punches, before he gets up another rung higher. He pauses a second and swings a huge right hook, it clobbers Phoenix in his bloodied face, Phoenix lets go, the crowd ahhhh, the commentary box "ahhhhh", While Phoenix falls backwards, he twists in the air, to face the ground, he clears the fire, what he doesn't clear is the security barricade. He lands ribs first, blood instantly shooting out of his mouth, he rolls forward by momentom, and falls into the crowd area, the crowd moving backwards, but with him falling, he shoots the barricade towards the ring, all in a flowing momentum, he lyes there in the middle the the crowd and the barricade, coughing up blood. A member of the audience has fled to the back, leaving her chair, to go and clean up all the blood Phoenix has spewed on her.] Jeff: HOLY FUCKING MOTHER FUCKING FUCK FUCK, argh FUCK FUCKING FUCK SHIT COCK! That was fucking pyscho, Phoenix SHOULD be dead, if he was damn human! [Trey climbs to the top of the ladder, before swinging his legs over so he can sit down, he looks down at the carnage. And takes a deap breather. He then turns around, and stands up as the crowd cheer.] Michael Trey: LIGHTS OUT BABY!!!! [The lights cut completely out, all you can see, the glow of the fire, all Trey can hope is that he's a good judge. In the silence of the arena, as the crowd wait in anticipation, a small clunk and a huge scream is heard. The lights don't cut back in,....yet.] Tim: **In the silence** You think Trey fucked up and landed across the barricade? I hope not Jeff: Even I hope not, he'd be dead if sure. Tim: Well, there's no movement, and no noises. I think he's Dead. [As the lights come on, you can see Trey rolling around grasping his guts, you can see Phoenix, with a CHAIR LYING ON TOP OF HIM, the same chair that the lady left, a huge pool of cough a phlegm is around his head, his eyes are rolling around in the back of his head and the crazy crowd is cheering H-W-F!] Tim: Well, there's our answer, this guy is f'n crazy! Jeff: What about Phoenix, the dickhead didn't even move. He just put a chair on top of him, what a DUMB FUCKING IDIOT. I'd hate to responsible for concieving him. [After a long period of no momevent, Phoenix gets up, first, some how. He crawls across to the barricade, and pulls him self up and over. Even him alnding on the other side looks painfull. Trey is next to get up, of course, Claire screaming her tits off, he crawls up and over the barricade too. Phoenix starts to uncontrollably stagger really close to the fire, as Trey runs from behind, with all that strength he has remaining. He dives from behind, and Phoenix turns, and assists Trey in flight, the destination, RIGHT in the fire. Trey goes flying under the bottom rope, instantly catching alight. The lights in the arena, go to full bringtness, and the ring fire gets extinguished, while Trey still remains alight, the ring crews dive in and put him out, as he lie there, charred to the core.] Nigel Rolston: And the winner of the second fall, PHOENIIIIIIIIIIIIIIX! [Suddenly "Second Skin (New Flesh)" by Skinlab hits, and out strolls Bisc Limpkit, he cops his usual boos from the crowd, but fobs them off, he slinks by Claire and gives her a fake lip smack. As she screams, he then takes seat up by the commentators.] Bisc Limpkit: Good evening fellas! Jeff: WOOOHOO ! We have our beloved VP here! Tim: What do you want, Bisc? Bisc: To watch Phoenix and Trey go at it like the champs they are! Go Trey go! [Phoenix slides in, after Trey, grabbing the trashcan that still remains in the ring after the BBQ Bash. He pulls out the kendo stick, and lights it up on the last remining rope that's on fire, some how it burns instantly, looking like a HWF Torch, a HWF Olympic Torch. He starts to climb the turnbuckle, he then holds the kendo stick across his guts and goes for a huge splash on Trey. Trey moves. Phoenix hits the ground, compacting the kendo stick into his already, PROBABLY broken ribs. His shirt starts to burn as he wiggles around to put it out, Trey starts kicking him, and sets him up in the corner, he puts him on the turnbuckle, as Bisc leaves the commentary booth in a hurry.] Jeff: Noo, where you going so quickly?! [As the action continues, Bisc walks over to Clair, without her realising as she's too caught up in the action. Bisc walks up behind her, and pulls her pants down a bit, to show her underwear, he then slaps her ass before pulling them back up. She turns around shocked, and goes to slap Bisc, he blocks it, then plants a big one on her, and holds it there, for ages. He then stops and she drops, instantly whiping her lips free of Biscgerms. He then smirks and laughs and heads out through the crowd.] Jeff: Seems like Silky has got to Bisc! [Mike hits a flatliner from the top rope, instantly into a crossface, trying to break Phoenix's neck. Still without realising what's happened. He then breaks the hold, he throws Phoenix to the outside. Phoenix stumbles a bit, and falls backwards over the security barricade. Trey comes out and hops over, to the best of his abilty, and starts draggin Phoenix through the opposite sided audience then to what happened earlier. Phoenix hits a few useless kidney blows on Trey, which are too weak to phase him. The battle across under the hanging balcony, where the electricle crew battle. Trey helps out and removes a stack of expensive gear off the table, and goes to plant Phoenix down with a move, Phoenix still has some fight in him and grabs Trey in a bulldog, he then springs off the near wall, and spins around, bulldogging him onto the cold concrete. He then picks up the helpless Trey and rolls him onto the table. Phoenix pauses raising his arms to the cheering crowd, his face covered in blood, his arms bleeding, his shirt tattered and torn.] Tim: He can't, not to Trey, nooooo! Jeff: This could be sweet! [Phoenix then begins his journey up the nearby stairs, to the edge of the balcony, the fans patting him on his back, one sticking a pen and paper in his face, he stops and signs the autograph, and puts some bloodon the paper for the horny teenage girl. He then walks over to the bit, above Trey and the table, he again poses for the audience that is now going crazy, the balcony having to be higher then a FULL sized Hell in the Cell. He looks down, as Trey rolls off. Phoenix makes a "What the hell?!" look as he raises his arms, but a large sized figure approaches him from behind in the shadows. Phoenix turns around, feeling someone breathing on his neck. Upon turning, the big man, grabs Phoenix in a choke, he then picks him up and chokeslams him RIGHT OFF THE BALCONY through the table! As the man steps forward, it's Renegade, and Amy is with him. He looks pretty pleased with himself, and he walks back through the crowd!] Jeff: Holy fucking shit! Phoenix is DEAD! Phoenix is DEAD! Tim: I can't watch this anymore. [The referee calls it off instantly, waving his arms, as Trey shakes his head, and does a "I dont' need this shit" motion with his arms. He walks down to Claire, and they head to the back.] Nigel Rolston: And your winner, and STILLLLL HWF Hardcore Champion, due to disqualification...PHOENIIIIIIIIIIIIIIX! [EMT's can't get to the scene, as Phoenix moves, HE MOVES, some how and sits up, he's coughing and bleeding and is basically out of it. He sits up with his back against the wall, and asks the nearby technical crew to throw him a mic.] Phoenix: Alright Renegade…you’ve pissed me off…yet again…and I’ve had enough. You want a shot at me? You think that you…deserve this belt? **cough, cough** Then let’s…put a stop to this…before it gets…out of hand. This Saturday…at Suicide…you…me…and Insomnia…Death from Above match. We’ll see…who really deserves…my belt. Jeff: Death from Above?! WHAT THE HELL?! Phoenix: **cough, cough** Ahhhh, in case you....were wondering. Death from Above?....my specialty.....**cough, cough**...take a cage...put it over a ring....put you and me and Insomnia in it.....above the ring, you put a machine, what's in the machine!?....fuckloads of flurescant lightbulbs...**cough cough** what are they doing there? Every 5 minute interval....a row of lightbulbs will be dropped down into the ring....after 30 minutes...the 6 rows....of 20....will be shattered in the cage.....win by pinfall only....we'll be fighting in glass.....can you handle it?.......enjoy. [Phoenix slumps down, as EMT's finally get to his area and take him to the back.] Jeff: I 'spose we better cut to a commercial!! [The screen fades to black and then shows a short commercial for Saturday Suicide, this week coming to you from Canton, Ohio. It fades back in, and the camera is on Tim and Jeff at ringside.] Jeff: And up next, main event time!! Tim: Hang on, we gotta cut backstage... [Backstage, Michael is limping down a hall, holding his ribs, Claire isn't with him as Lance Sterling approaches, ready for his referee matchup.] Lance Sterling: Hey, Trey. I got something else interesting to tell ya... Michael Trey: What? You better not be lying to me about ANYTHING, Sterling. I'm in no mood after that fucking bloodfest I just put my body through. Lance Sterling: Me, lie? No way! Just..well watch the footage. Check this out. [Sterling turns to the nearby television, where a replay of Bisc kissing Claire is shown. Trey sees this and starts to grind his teeth.] Lance Sterling: See, I told you he wasn't all he pretended to be. Now THAT'S a real friend for ya, the guy who'll kiss your girlfriend when your back is turned! Heh, heh, heh! Michael Trey: How many damn times do I have to tell you that Claire is NOT my girlfriend? Lance Sterling: Umm...one more time than you just said it now. Haha, sorry man. Point is, you're being played for a fool by Bisc. [Trey looks at Sterling, then back to the footage which is frozen on Bisc kissing Claire. He runs as fast as an injured man can, towards his locker room.] Tim: What a shocker by Lance Sterling!! Jeff: I wonder how that'll sit with Vice President Bisc Limpkit... Tim: I dunno... [The camera cuts to ringside again. A few seconds elaspe with nothing happening. Just then, "Memory Remains" by Metallica blasts from the P.A. system and the crowd explodes into cheers, and most start to sing along. Silver and gold strobe lights begins to flash around the arena as Lance Sterling walks out from the curtain, decked out in a sleeveless ref's shirt and some Adidas pants. Sterling pauses on in front of the curtains for a couple of seconds before slowly walking down the ramp and around the ring, flashing his smile and interacting with the fans at ringside. He climbs into the ring and climbs the upper right-hand turnbuckle, raising both his hands in the air and getting a huge pop from the crowd. As he gets down from the turnbuckle, the music dies down.] Jeff: OH HELL YEAH!! Tim: Well, Lance Sterling has just arrived here in Milwaukee; meaning that it's time for out Main Event!! Jeff: I can hardly wait!!
 Tim: I've never seen Blackjack more focused for a fight than he is here tonight. Jeff: Who's looking at Blackjack... I wanna see more Stephanie... [Suddenly, a HUGE explosion is set off at the entranceway as strobe lights cut on and an instrumental of Limp Bizkit's "Rollin" blasts throughout the arena. The lights dim down, with a little bit of light still left, enough to see the entranceway down to the ring. "The Hardcore Hero" Jayson Starr comes out of the back with his black shades and leather jacket on and looks around as the crowd cheers. He turns towards the ring, then starts walking towards it. Jayson slaps two or three hands on the way to the ring. He gets to the ring, slides in, and starts walking around the ring some, looking at the seemingly endless sea of screaming fans. Jayson makes his way to the center of the ring, then raises both fists into the air, as four red rockets shoot up from behind him, alternating from left to right, then back again. The lights slowly come back on, and the music dies down to nothing.] Tim: And it has all come down to this... Jayson Starr and Blackjack for the HWF Worl- Jeff: And Lance Sterling is the ref!! Tim: Jesus Christ Jeff, would you let me finish!?! I'm trying to add some drama to the program... Jeff: Oh, well, go ahead... Tim: Nevermind... once again the moment is ruined... Jeff: Ewww... what are you talking about... Tim: Just shut up, alright? [The bell sounds as Sterling takes Jayson's belt and holds it up in the air. Blackjack walks up to Sterling and rips it out of his hand. He holds it up, as if it was a mirror, but Sterling rips it away from Blackjack and then starts to yell at him. Blackjack backs up a little, as Starr starts to walk at him too. Sterling turns to bring the belt to the announce table, and Blackjack takes advantage of it by kicking Starr right in the groin. Starr drops like a ton of bricks, and Sterling quickly turns around to see what happened. Blackjack is already stomping on Starr though, and the fans are boo'ing tremendously.] Tim: Oh, dirty play by Blackjack... Jeff: That would have made Sterling proud, if he would have seen it. Tim: Pfft... it probably would have... [Blackjack picks up Starr and throws him to the near corner, where he lays in about 5 or 6 quick kicks before whipping him to the other side of the ring. Starr slams into the far corner and then stumbles back out. Blackjack meets him in the center of the ring and takes him to the ground with a hiptoss. Starr gets up and Blackjack hiptosses him over again. Starr gets up again, Blackjack goes for a third, but Starr blocks it and takes down Blackjack with a stiff swinging neckbreaker.] Tim: Swinging Neckbreaker!! [Starr looks down at Blackjack, who is holding the back of his neck. Starr looks over at Sterling real quick and then slides out of the ring. Starr grabs a few chairs from ringside and then slides them into the ring. Blackjack starts to get up, and both he and Starr grab a chair. Sterlign yells at both men, causing themn to stop. Sterling then givesd them the go-ahead sign and Blackjack and Starr begin sword-fighting with the steel chairs.] [CLANK...] [CLANK...] [CLANK...] [...THUD] Jeff: Oh no!! [Starr finally lays in a shot on Blackjack's skull, followed by one to the knee cap. Blackjack drops to the ground and Starr drops down with a standing arabian facebuster (chair legdrop). Blackjack kneels up, revealing that he has been busted open by those chair shots. Starr quickly sees this and rolls him up for a pin. Sterling drops down to his knees and starts to count.] [One... ...Tw... ..KICKOUT!!] Tim: Blackjack kicked-out!! Jeff: Yeah, but did you see his head!?! The guy's already bleeding... [Starr picks up Blackjack and whips him to the corner. Starr charges in, but Blackjack moves out of the way, sending Starr hard into the corner. Blackjack follows it up by placing Starr on the top rope, and getting onto the second. Blackjack locks on a suplex position and stands on the top rope. Starr punches him in the gut though, and breaks the hold. Starr grabs Blackjack by the pants and lifts him right into the air. Starr then falls forward and spins a bit; slamming Blackjack down with a spinebuster.] Jeff: No, Blackjack.. get up!! Tim: Jayson Starr with a Super Spinning Spinebuster... too many S's!! Jeff: Yeah, plus your throat probably stir hurts from before the show... Tim: What? [Jeff chuckles a little as Starr starts to stomp on Blackjack. He yells something at Sterling, who just seems to be a spectator now. Starr lifts up Blackjack and walks him over to one of the bent chairs. He slaps on a standing head scissors, but Blackjack wuickly drops out of it and low blows Starr. Sterling starts to move in, but then stops. Blackjack, now, stands up and applies a standing head scissors of his own. He quickly lifts up Jayson and then drives him down on top of the steel chair with a jumping piledriver. The crack echoes throughout the building, and Blackjack attempts a pin.] Jeff: Bigtime Piledriver by Blackjack... [One... ...Two... ...T...KICKOUT!!] Tim: no, he couldn't get him... Jeff: Maybe they need something more than chairs. [Almost as if he heard Jeff, Blackjack immediately heads out to the outside to try and find more weapons. He reaches underneath the apron and pulls out two tables. He slides each one in the ring one by one, as Jayson slowly rises to his feet. Blackjack walks over to the annoucne table and grabs the ringbell from one of the attendants. He tries to walk back to the ring, but Starr sees him and gives him a baseball slide dropkick, impacting the ringbell right back in Blackjack's face. Both men collapse on the outside, as a huge "H-W-F, H-W-F" chant starts up.] Tim: Well, you got more than chairs Jeff. Jeff: Yeah, but I think Starr just caved in Blackjack's face!! [Starr is the first to his feet, as he walks over to the announce table and grabs Jeff's water.] Jeff: HEY!! [Starr waits for Blackjack to get up, and then he slams Blackjack right in the face with the bottled water, sending water straight up in the air. Starr finished off the bottle of water and then throws it into the crowd. The fans go crazy after it, as Sterling slides to the outside, trying to get both men back into the ring.] Jeff: Dammit Jayson! Tim: Oh, relax Jeff... it's happened to me before... Jeff: Oh... I didn't mind him hitting Blackjack with it, but did he really have to drink the rest and throw the bottle away... Tim: *sarcasticly* Yeah, that's cruel Jeff... just cruel... [Sterling finally persuades Starr back into the ring, as Blackjack follows him. Starr begins to set up the tables side-by-side, the long way, so that the tables span across the entire mat; Blackjack on one side, and Starr on the other. The two are both up now, and fighting across the wood. Blackjack reaches behind him and grabs the ringbell again; this time connecting with it across Jayson's skull. Starr drops to the ground and Blackjack throws the bell onto the second table. He then jumps over the tables and picks up Starr. both men climb onto the first table and Blackjack applies an inverted chancery. Sterling starts yelling something at him, but Blackjack doesn't even pay attention to him.] Tim: Oh no... what's gonna happen here!?! [Blackjack lifts up Starr for an inverted suplex, but Starr backflips over onto his feet. Starr quickly swings the move into stunner position, but Blackjack pushes him off, sending Starr off the table, and ultimately off the ring and to the arena floor.] Jeff: HOLY SHIT!! That's like a 10-foot fall onto concrete!! Tim: Starr's in a bad way now... [Blackjack grabs one of the chairs and signals to the outside. He wipes the blood off of his forehead, as the fans boo him loudly. Sterling is telling him not to do it, but once again Blackjack ignores him. Starr slowly gets up and Blackjack backs up onto the second table. When Starr finally gets to his feet, Blackjack runs the full length of the ring, on top of the tables, and dives off. Just as Starr looks up, he gets slammed in the head with the chair. Starr instantly drops to the ground; clutching at his head, as Blackjack starts taunting the crowd.] Tim: Blackjack just laid out Starr with a chair shot from those tables in the ring... Jeff: This one is OOC... Out of Control!! [Blackjack picks up Starr and brings him back into the ring. He slides Jayson onto the tables again and gets up there himself. Blackjack quickly applies a front chancery, but Jayson somehow riggles free and sends Blackjack down onto the tables with an STO; not breaking it however. The crowd gasps a little, as Starr jumps off of the table and steps through onto the apron.] Tim: Okay, what is the World Champ thinking!?! Jeff: Who knows nowadays. Tim: Well, this certainly doesn't hold well for Blackjack. Jeff: *sarcasticly* Ya think!?! Tim: Grrr.... [Blackjack slowly gets to a knee and Starr goes into gear. He grabs the top rope and then springboards off towards Blackjack; performing an axe kick in air and sending Blackjack through the table and ringbell with a rocker dropper.] Jeff: NO!! ["H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F"] Tim: STARR CRUSHER!! Jeff: NO!! Tim: THROUGH THE TABLE!! Jeff: NO!! Tim: AND ONTO THE RINGBELL!! Jeff: I SAID NO!! [Starr slowly turns over the unconcious Blackjack and hooks his leg for the cover. Sterling checks the shoulders and makes the count.] Jeff: Lance, do something!! [One... ...Two... ...Thre...KICKOUT!!] Jeff: Wha... YES!! Tim: How did Blackjack kick out of that!?! [Starr looks at Sterling, with a disbelieving look on his face. Sterling gives him the 'two' sign and Starr starts to yell at him. Sterling yells back at him and the two start to get in a heated argument. Blackjack slowly gets up and kicks the rubble of the second table out of the ring. He slowly walks over behind Starr, and drops him with a neckbreaker. Blackjack is completely out of it though, and can't even make the cover.] Tim: These two have fought their hearts out here tonight... [Blackjack is the first to stir; slowly pulling himself up by means of the first table. Starr pulls himself up with the ropes and runs at Blackjack. Blackjack sees him and quickly lifts him up into a fireman's carry. He stumbles backwards a little, but gathers himself. He takes a look back, and then swings Starr around with a diamond cutter through the table!!] ["H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F"] Tim: GOOD LORD!! TKO THROUGH THE DAMN TABLE!! Jeff: YES, THAT'S IT!! COVER HIM... COVER HIM!! [Blackjack pushes some of the table shards out of the way, and finally gets an arm across Starr's chest. Sterling checks the shoulders and makes the count.] Jeff: DO IT LANCE... DO IT!! [One... ...Two.... .......THRE...KICKOUT!!!] Jeff: NO!! Tim: Jesus, this is a close one!! [Both men lay there motionless, just as Bisc Limpkit emerges from the back.] Tim: Vice President Bisc Limpkit!?! What's he doing out here!?! [Bisc is walking with a purpose, and is staring right at Lance Sterling; who hasn't even noticed him yet, and is attending to Starr and Blackjack. Bisc eventually gets to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Sterling hears this and turns around. Bisc starts yelling the friggin ear off of Sterling.] Tim: Oh, I know what this is about!! Jeff: What? What is it!?! Tim: Bisc's pissed because Lance showed Trey that footage... remember!?! Jeff: ...oh...yeah!! [Bisc is pointing his finger right in Sterling's face, who is just taking the toungue-lashing in stride.] Jeff: I wouldn't want to be in Lance's shoes right now... well, I would but... I mean... oh GOD, this is SO confusing!! [Lance tries to turn back towards the action, where Blackjack and Starr are still out of it, but Bisc stops him. Lance finally gets up in Bisc's face and yells something at him, causing Bisc to give me the 'alright, I get IT' look. Lance turns back towards the action again, but Bisc charges and punches Sterling right in the back of the skull.] Tim: What the hell? Jeff: Yeah, what the hell is right!! [Lance slumps down to the canvas and Bisc continues the assault on him. He starts pounding Lance in the back of the head over and over again. Lance eventually gets back to his feet, but Bisc kicks him right in the face; sending Lance right back down again.] Jeff: At least have a fair fight!?! Lance doesn't deserve this!! Tim: I'll have to agr... wait, look over there!! [The camera cuts to the entrance way, where Michael Trey and Claire Matthews are running down to ringside, Trey more limping than actually running. Claire takes a spot at the ring, as Trey hops onto the apron and then takes out Bisc Limpkit with a springboard dropkick. Bisc tries to scurry away, but Sterling grabs him by his foot and him and Trey begin brawling with Bisc.] Tim: Now that's what I'm talking about!! Trey and Sterling... TOGETHER!! Jeff: To.. *gulp* ..gether? [The three men continue to brawl, as Starr and Blackjack slowly rise to thier feet. Blackjack goes for a clothesline, but Starr catches him in a full nelson. Just then, however, Shawn Collins hops the guardrail from the crowd and slides into the ring behind Starr.] Tim: He's going for the Shatter Starr!! Jeff: But what's Collins doing in there!?! [Starr's about to lift Blackjack up, when Collins taps him on the back. Starr releases the hold and turns around, where Collins kicks him in the gut and pedigrees him down to the mat!!] Tim: NO!! [Starr stumbles right up to his feet, as Collins rips off his shirt; revealing another referees shirt like Lance has on. Blackjack catches Starr in suplex position, quickly lifts him up, and switches it into a powerslam.] Jeff: YES!! Blackjack Driver!! [Blackjack stays on him for the pin, but Lance is still busy with Trey and Bisc. Collins, however, drops to his knees and makes the count.] [One... ...Two... ...THREE!!] Jeff: NEW CHAMPION, NEW CHAMPION!! Tim: He's not the new champion!! [Collins signals for the bell, and the time keeper signals it. The sound, however, triggers Trey and Sterling's attention. They look over at Blackjack covering Starr, and then over at Collins. Collins tries to leave the ring, but Trey pulls him back in and DDT's him to the mat, just as Sterling starts pounding on Blackjack. The crowd is going insane!] Jeff: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!?! ["H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F, H-W-F"] Tim: WHAT!?! [Bisc and Starr both get up and start brawling themselves. Sterling and Starr back Bisc and Blackjack back to the far ropes, as Trey backs Collins to the near ropes. In unison; Trey, Starr, and Sterling back up and then all three men clothesline their respective opponents over the ropes and down to the concrete floor.] Tim: Triple Clothesline over the Ropes!! All three men are down!! Jeff: But who's the champion!?! Tim: I still don't know!! [On one side of the ring, Collins grabs the World Title and runs it over to Blackjack. The men inside of the ring are livid as "Fame" by DMX hits the speakers once again. Not only do Bisc, Blackjack, and Collins leave with the World Title; but Bisc also grabs Claire Matthews by the arm and pulls her with him.] Tim: Hey, what are they doing!?! [Bisc starts to violently force Claire to the back, as Trey tries to run after her. He gets about halfway up the ramp, when he is leveled with the World Title from Blackjack. Bisc gives Claire a little spank on the ass for good measure, and then pulls her behind the curtain.] Tim: What's Bisc doing with Claire!?! [Trey gets up and starts stumbling to the back, as Sterling and Starr both hop out of the ring after him. The camera quickly switches to the back, where Johnny Drake is watching the action on a small television.] Johnny Drake: What the fuck... [Lance Sterling, definately pissed, walks to the back, storming straight for the Presidential Suite where Johnny Drake is residing. He comes up to the door...*knock, knock*] Johnny Drake: Yeah?! Who is it?! Lance Sterling: **In a girly voice** Ooooh, it's Michael, actually I forget my name! Johnny Drake: What?! [Drake comes over and opens the door, where Sterling is standing, FURIOUS...] Lance Sterling: OK, that's IT. Starr got screwed, simple. I didn't make the count. THEREFORE, einstein, Starr is STILL the champion. Johnny Drake: WHOA! Hold up sunshine. Collins made the count, he can do that when he sees fit. Lance Sterling: That is FUCKED though. I demand Starr and Blackjack for a rematch! Johnny Drake: Can't they speak for themselves?! Lance Sterling: Don't get smart with me! Johnny Drake: Who the hell do you think you are!? Lance Sterling: Oh, okay... Johnny Drake: Look, I've got an idea, next Suicide, this week in the HWF Arena: Canton - Ohio, we're gunna have that re-match, it IS however only fair. NEW HWF World Champion Blackjack.... [Lance cringes] Johnny Drake:.....VERSUS...Ex world champion, Jayson Starr. In some sort of sweet matchup, WITH, No Interference. That's FINAL, NO INTERFERENCE. Lance Sterling: Ok, that's fair enough. Jay doesn't need shit to help him anyway, he'll beat Blackjack with no trouble at all. [Lance turns and walks away, just as EMT Tori Stevenson comes up to Drake.] Tori Stevenson: Mr Drake sir, I have some bad news. Johnny Drake: What is it now?! Tori Stevenson: Well, we've just looked at Phoenix, he's definately got broken ribs, he's also got to have a punctured lung in there, he will not in any way be cleared to wrestle his insane match this Suicide, if anything, we regretfully will allow him to wrestle the next week though. Johnny Drake: Oh my, do anything to get him better. He's a top star in our company, we don't want him hurt too much, figuretively speaking. Okay, we'll reschudle "Death from Above" as the FOLLOWING Suicide's main event showdown, unless something else crops up. Anyway, give him some congrats from me, he put up a hell of a show earlier. Tori Stevenson: Will do sir, I'll see you around. [Tori leaves the room and Johnny attempts to shut the door. Somebody stops it however. Johnny opens the door back up, where you see Collins, Bisc, and Blackjack celebrating their victory. You hear Tim and Jeff chime in again.] Tim: There it is folks, an official ruling!! Jeff: Blackjack's the World Champion, but will he keep it after Suicide!?! Tim: Only time will tell... goodnight folks... [The camera follows Bisc, Blackjack, Collins, and Claire Matthews down the hallway; where they celebrate as they head for the exit. The camera slowly fades to black, where they play a promo for HWF's next Pay-Per-View entitled "Holy Night", taking place on Christmas Eve, December 24th. After the promo finishes, another idle HWF logo appear on the screen. The final copywright information appears on the screen, and everything fades out to black.]
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