Tim: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO YES 2 KARNAGE!!!

Jeff: Whoo! Finally, the HWF has come BACK to pay-per-view!

Tim: Yes, the Hardcore Wrestling Federation has decided it's time to shine for a pay-per-view extravaganza!!!

Jeff: We will crown our new World Heavyweight Champion, as well as see the Hardcore Title and the Tag Team titles defended here tonight!

(The pyro finally ends.)

Tim: What a way to kick off this night!

Jeff: You said it!

Tim: Lets go to the back.

(Scene opens in NYI's locker room where he and Tony Bradshaw are standing)

Tony: I'm standing here now with the special enforcer for the Hardcore Championship match, the originator of the Gates of Hell match, New York Islander. NYI, tonight are you going to be impartial? ICON seems paranoid about everything lately and Blackjack has publicly threatened to throw you
into the inferno if you get in his way.

NYI: Yeah, I'm gonna be impartial...unless Blackjack gets in my way. I don't need any punk, especially one like Blackjack, threatening me. You walk around here like you own the place with the Hardcore Title around your waist. Just because you have a belt doesn't make you a champion Blackjack. If you so much as look at me the wrong way tonight kid, I will disqualify you and hand the hardcore title to ICON.

Tony: Well it's also been set up by Superstar the new World Title tournament brackets. Tonight whether Blackjack wins or loses, you take him on in the opening round.

NYI: Yeah, when I get him in the ring tonight Y2K will be nothing compared to what I do to him. And as far as for...

(Blackjack then walks into NYI's locker room. They exchange a few words and then the camera man is knocked down and the scene goes fuzzy. When it gets back, NYI is standing over Blackjack with a chair in his hand. He then takes th Hardcore belt from him and says "You've got to earn this tonight". He then throws down the chair as the scene fades out.)

Tim: Did you see that!? New York Islander has just proved he will be biased here tonight! You can bet that Icon will be the new Hardcore champion, like it or not, courtesy of New York Islander.

Jeff: Whoa, whoa, whoa... I didn't see anything there that would send me to believe the Islander will be partial. You never know if Islander hit Blackjack...

Tim: WHAT?! You are completely NUTS!!!

Jeff: I believe it's YOU who is biased. You're the one singling out the Islander!

Tim: Oh, shut up!

Jeff: Well, now is the chance for you to eat your words!

***Hardcore Title: Gates of Hell Match, Special Guest Referee New York Islander***

**Blackjack defends against "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe**

Tim: Our first match promises to be unforgettable, as "The Icon" Rykopathe and Blackjack meet in a Gates of Hell Match, as made famous by New York Islander almost one year ago. New York Islander will be our special guest referee!!!

("Islander" interrupts as NYI appears in the entrance way. NYI walks towards the special Gates of Hell structure. NYI climbs the ladder and gets into the small ring.)

Jeff: New York Islander has gotten in the ring.

(The Icon walks out in his usual attire. He's pushing a cart with him filled with weapons. Black by Sevendust is blasting through the arena. The Icon gets in the small ring, and sits on the opposite turnbuckle. Some fans cheer "Icon...Icon..." as others are booing him.)

Tim: The Icon seems more than ready to fight here.

Oh Hell Yeah by H-BlockX blasts over the arena speakers. Blackjack waits for the chants of "Blackjack" until he enters the arena. He slowly walks towards the structure, examining it thoroughly. He climbs up the ladder and into the ring as the bell sounds.)

Jeff: Here we go.

(Suddenly, a large boom echoes through the arena as the inferno below is lit.)

Jeff: AHHHHHHHH!!!!

Tim: Calm down...

(Blackjack is quickly jumped by the Icon, who pounds away on him with rights and lefts. He backs the Hardcore Champion into the ropes and whips him across. Icon nails a clothesline taking down the champion. Icon brings Blackjack up and kicks him in the gut. Icon then DDT's Blackjack right onto the metal doors, leading to the flames below.)

Jeff: Good thing those doors are sturdy, or we'd be having some Icon & Blackjack BBQ right about now!

Tim: You're disgusting.

Jeff: Ah, well... I try.

(Blackjack has been busted open from the impact on the doors, as Icon gets to his feet. Icon runs to the ropes and returns with a leg drop. Icon quickly gets back up and climbs to the top rope.)

Jeff: Looks like Icon is getting risky.

(Icon dives off with a swan dive style senton bomb, but misses Blackjack as he moves out of the way. Icon's back smacks against the giant, steel doors as he screams in pain. Blackjack manages to use the ropes to get to his feet, wiping the blood from his eyes. He slowly gets towards Icon and pulls him to his feet. Blackjack then whips Icon to the ropes, but bends over too soon. Icon sees the set up and simply dropkicks Blackjack square in the face!)

Tim: Oh!

(Blackjack falls back, holding his nose. Icon moves to the doors, trying to open them. The doors begin to open as he struggles to pull the huge things open. Blackjack sneaks from behind with a low blow, as Icon drops the doors right on his fingers! He screams once again as he squeezes them out of the door. Blackjack goes straight for his hand, stomping on his fingers. Blackjack brings Icon up and applies a standing leg scissors. Blackjack tries to get Icon off the ground, but Icon reverses and back body drops Blackjack right on to the doors!)

Jeff: Those doors are really helping the assault on these guys!

(Icon quickly positions Blackjack in the center of the ring and demands NYI to get off the top rope, where he's been sitting for the entire match.)

Tim: Uh, oh... Could we see New York Islander get involved?

Jeff: I told you earlier, he's totally impartial.

Tim: Sure.

(Islander finally moves, allowing Icon to climb to the top rope. Icon attempts a moonsault, but Blackjack moves and Icon smacks against the doors.)

Tim: The Islander just took enough time to let Blackjack recover!

Jeff: WHAT?! You're the nutty one. You said he was on Icon's side earlier!

Tim: I don't know what to think of this guy.

(Blackjack gets to his feet and brings the Icon up too. Blackjack hooks Icon's arm and begins the suplex for the Blackjack Driver, but the Icon slips over the back of Blackjack. Out of no where, NYI nails Icon with a super kick, that lays him out on the mat!)

Tim: WHAT!?

Jeff: You were wrong! You were wrong! He was partial towards Blackjack, instead!

Tim: New York Islander has just cost the Icon the HWF Hardcore title!!

(Blackjack and NYI then begin to laugh, as it had been a set up all along. Blackjack then picks Icon up and shoves him towards the corner. NYI walks over, placing the Icon on the top turnbuckle.)

Jeff: The Islander is gonna hit the Long Island Drop!!!

Tim: If he does, on those doors, Icon will be killed!

(NYI climbs to the second rope, applying an odd standing head scissors on Icon. He locks his hands around the waist of Rykopathe and lifts, but Rykopathe grabs NYI's legs! NYI can't move or break the fall as the Icon basically spears the Islander right into the mat!! Blackjack is stunned and irate as he come over to attack Icon. Icon slips in a low blow. Icon lifts Blackjack on to his shoulders.)

Jeff: I can't believe it! Icon has just escaped the onslaught of New York Islander AND Blackjack!

(Icon stands up, with Blackjack in a fireman's carry. He then swings him around and nails a Michinoku Driver!)

Tim: THE ICON BOMB!!!

(Icon gets up, shoving Blackjack off of the doors. He struggles to open the doors, but finally gets one open. The blazing inferno below has turned the steel doors extremely hot, so Icon is lucky he still has on the gloves. He then slowly rolls Blackjack over and into the inferno!)

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!!!!

Tim: Blackjack has been barbecued!

(The bell sounds as Icon gets back to his feet. He is immediately met with a clothesline from NYI who has gotten a second wind. NYI completely goes nuts on Icon.)

Tim: That's enough! Get him out of there!

(Then, from the back of the arena, "The Legend" Hetfield appears. He quickly climbs the ladder to the Gates of Hell and jumps in the ring. Hetfield pulls NYI off of Icon, kicks him in the gut, and nails a DDT!)

Jeff: There's that goof, "The Legend" Hetfield! He just saved the Icon!

Tim: Hetfield has been pleading with the Icon to be his tag team partner.

(Hetfield and Icon exchange words, with Icon shoving Hetfield. The flames, meanwhile, have been extinguished by the HWF Riot Squad. A group of HWF suits have gathered around the structure, including Chaz Manson. An ambulance backs into the arena.)

Jeff: Man, Blackjack must be really hurt.

(Icon and Hetfield leave, still bickering. Icon picks up the Hardcore title on the way as they pass into the back. A camera follows them as they continue their argument. The camera view switches back into the arena, where the paramedics have loaded Blackjack on a stretcher and into the ambulance. NYI, still shaken up, tries to help but is retrained by police officers.)

Tim: This is just awful... Both times we've had this match, someone has gotten seriously hurt. Damion disappeared off the face of the planet in the first Gates of Hell match!

Jeff: You know that Hetfield guy?

Tim: Yeah...

Jeff: He keeps saying he and Chaz are tight friends... I talked to Chaz today. He's never even spoken to the guy before!

Tim: Hetfield is one nutcase, alright... He doesn't know who he is!

Jeff: That's pretty sad...

Tim: Well, the ambulance with Blackjack has left and they have cleared out, so the show must go on!

Jeff: You really wanted to say that, didn't you?

Tim: Well, I'd be lying if I said no. Anyway, let's get to our next match!

***HWF World Title Tournament, Round 1***

**Michael Trey vs. Malice**

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

Tim: Michael Trey is on fire here in the HWF, taking the show on last week's special--Thursday Suicide. He is one half of the tag champions and also one the Steel City Iron Match...

Jeff: This should be a good one.

(Fireworks go off as MALICE'S music blares over the PA. He walks out cocky as ever as the fans cheer and boo him. He gets in the ring climbs the turnbuckle , takes off his Ray Bans and looks out into the crowd and gives them all the finger.)

Tim: This crowd seems to favor Michael Trey...

Jeff: You think? I wonder what flipped... err, tipped you off?

Tim: There's the bell and these guys are going at it!

Jeff: There is a hatred between these two, that we've seen escalate into complete anarchy tonight.

(Malice takes the early advantage, backing Trey into the corner. Malice begins to chop at the chest of Trey, as the sound echoes throughout the arena. Malice hits two chops but Trey moves on the third. Trey then shoves Malice into the corner and begins to kick away. Michael stomps Malice right in the chest, knocking Malice to a sitting position. Michael pulls Malice up by his hair and lays in a right haymaker. Malice is knocked back into the ropes, but bounces right back into a kick to the gut. Michael Trey bends him over into a standing head scissors. Trey yells something to the crowd, who return with a big roar.)

Jeff: Did he just say that he's gonna lay Malice's ass out?

Tim: I believe that's the drift of it.

(Michael points to the outside, where the timekeeper's table is placed against the ring. The timekeepers, obviously, high-tail it out of there just as Trey begins to lift Malice.)

Jeff: I don't think Trey is big enough to lift Malice... Malice has about a fifty pound weight advantage.

(Trey cannot get Malice up, so he tries again. This time, Malice cleanly reverses and back body drops Trey right up and over the ropes and crashing through the table!)

Tim: Michael took a big chance and it backfired!

(Malice realizes what he has done, cracking a smile. He quickly slides to the outside and walks to the railing, picking up a steel chair.)

Jeff: Uh, oh...

(Malice folds the chair up, as Trey is struggling to get to his knees. Malice begins a "You stupid son of a..." making the last part the crack of the chair against Trey's skull! Trey falls back, staring at the ceiling. Malice holds the chair up by one leg as the crowd reluctantly gives him a small pop. He returns by giving them the finger, bringing on a whole load of jeers. Malice laughs as he goes back to the attack.)

Tim: That chair is mangled from Trey's head!

(Malice drops the chair and brings Michael to his feet. Trey sneaks in a low blow and Malice falls t his knees. Michael quickly grabs the chair and unfolds it. He places it near Malice and backs up a few steps. Malice manages to get up to his feet as Michael runs and catapults off of the chair into a cross body block. He connects and takes both to the floor. The crowd cheers for the move as Trey takes no time to continue the assault. He brings Malice to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Malice gets up, looking the opposite direction of Trey. Trey gets on to the apron, waiting for Malice to turn around. Malice turns as Trey springboards off and connects with a jumping neckbreaker (Buff Blockbuster)!!!)

Jeff: What ability by Michael Trey! He hit a move half of the roster wouldn't even attempt.

Tim: He nearly went out of the ring on the other side!

(Michael goes for the cover.)

(1.... Kickout!)

Jeff: Way too early, it seems.

Tim: Wait a minute! I've just gotten word that "The Icon" Simon Rykopathe has been jumped on his way back his locker room! He's not hurt, but the attacker STOLE the Hardcore Title!!!

Jeff: Who could've stolen it?

Tim: I'm being told that someone saw the man, but no one has seen him before...

Jeff: Hey! There's a match going on!

Tim: Oh? Oh yeah!

(Michael brings Malice up and DDT's him back to the mat. Trey goes to the corner, possibly for his moonsault finisher "Lights Out." Malice quickly gets up from the mat and dives to the ropes, knocking Trey off his perch. Trey gingerly lands on the top rope, then tumbles to the outside.)

Jeff: Ouch...

(Malice goes to the outside, circling around the ring towards Trey. Malice starts nailing Trey with lefts and rights, sending Trey back down. Malice picks Trey up and throws him into the ring. Malice then lifts up the Y2K-decorated-ring apron, pulling out a folding table. Malice slides it into the ring and follows after. To his surprise, Trey is up waiting for him. Trey kicks Malice in the gut and locks his arms. Trey gives Malice the Flash of Pain (Double Arm DDT) right onto the table! The table wasn't broken, since it wasn't even standing up.)

Tim: My god, Malice is out of it!

(Trey takes the table, positioning it near the center of the ring. He sets it up and brings the worn out Malice over. He rolls Malice on to the table, then points to the turnbuckle. The crowd screams as Trey begins his ascent to the top turnbuckle.)

Jeff: Could this be the Lights Out?

Tim: I think so!

(Trey screams, "LIGHTS OUT!!!" and begins the moonsault. Abruptly, the lights of the arena go out and the sound of impact in the ring can be heard. The lights come back on, with Michael Trey over top of Malice, and the broken table underneath! The ref quickly comes to make the count.)

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

Jeff: Michael Trey has won! I guess he really meant the lights were going out...

Tim: Jeff... Ugh, nevermind.

Jeff: Ok... well, Michael Trey moves on in the World Title Tournament to meet the winner of Maxx Powers and Lukas Williams!

Tim: That match is next!

(A hush falls over the crowd as the music of "Welcome to the Jungle" starts to play over the speakers. The arena lights focus on the aisle, and neon colored laser lights pulsate throughout the building. Just as the music really kicks in, fireworks shoot off from the ramp leading to the ring, and the crowd cheers as Maxx Powers walks out from the curtains. He casually walks down the aisle, pausing to give a hard, determined stare into the camera and also to slap hands with some fans who are leaning over the guardrails. Powers climbs the steps leading to the ring, and gets in the ring. The arena lights fade black as he does this, and spotlights pan around the ring, illuminating him. Powers walks over to the upper right turnbuckle and climbs it, and extends his arms out towards the fans, who cheer wildly again. Powers then climbs down and anxiously awaits his opponent as the music fades out)

Tim: "And here comes Maxx Powers. Damn look at that face, he looks determined to win this title tonight."

Jeff: "Sure does...."

(The lights go out, and "Sugar" by System of a Down hits the speakers as a spotlight points up at the ceiling, as Lukas, wearing a black leather jacket, comes down on a harness and lands in the ring. He then takes off his jacket and stands in the corner and spits into the crowd. The crowd boos him as he proceeds to get ready for the match.)

Tim: "That gets nastier every time I see him do that."

Jeff: "Do what? Spit in the crowd?"

Tim: "Yeah! That's freakin' nasty!"

Jeff: "Yeah, but shut up."

(The bell sounds and Maxx runs out at Lukas. Maxx goes for a clothesline as Lukas is just starting to turn around.)

Jeff: "The match just started and Maxx Powers has just taken Lukas' head off!"

(Maxx starts to stomp away on Lukas. Lukas, gets up a little and shakes his head, getting the cobwebs out and back sweeps Maxx. Maxx falls on his ass as Lukas jumps up and back peddles a little to get his surroundings. Maxx gets to his feet and the two look at each other, circling, waiting for the other one to make a move. Lukas finally puts his hand up to get a test of strength to going. Maxx starts to put his arms up as Lukas kicks him in the gut. Maxx hunches over as Lukas executes a DDT. Lukas then picks up Maxx again and DDT's him again.)

Tim: "With those two DDT's in a row, I believe that would be the 3some DDT's wouldn't it?"

Jeff: "Of course it is you jackass, don't you follow any of these people?"

(Lukas throws his arms up in celebration as the crowd boos and cusses him. He smiles at the reaction as Maxx starts to get up. Lukas leaves the crowd alone and goes back to the work on Maxx. By this time, Maxx is getting up. Lukas pulls back to punch Maxx, but Maxx sneaks a quick punch of his own in. Lukas reels back as Maxx keeps punching away. Lukas falls back to the ropes, leaning back on them. Maxx runs at him and clotheslines him over the rope and to the outside. Lukas crashes to the mat as Maxx follows leaves the ring to continue the fight. Lukas gets up a little and backpedals away from Maxx. Maxx takes his time to walk over to Lukas as Lukas grabs a chair that's lying on the ground near him. He takes it and knocks Maxx in the gut with it. Lukas goes back, then runs back at Maxx with the chair ready to be swung. Maxx looks up and dropkicks the chair into Lukas' face. Lukas falls down and Maxx gets back in the ring.)

Tim: "Oh my! Maxx about took Lukas' head off again!"

Jeff: "That was a pretty sweet move."

(Maxx stands in the center of the ring, getting lower on the ground getting ready for Lukas. Lukas gets up from the chair shot and slides back in the ring. Maxx runs right at him with a fist but Lukas ducks and slides behind him. Lukas then spins Maxx around and drop kicks the back of his knee. Maxx falls a little but get back to fighting. Lukas swings wildly at Maxx, but he ducks and scoops Lukas up on his shoulders, then puts him in the DVD. Maxx picks up Lukas and swings him up and drops him back down in the Maxximizier.)

Jeff: "I think we know what's next."

Tim: "That would have to be the 'Power Surge' wouldn't it?"

Jeff: "Yes, yes, now you got it."

(Maxx picks up Lukas and brings him over to a nearby turnbuckle, then slides him in the crucifix powerbomb position. He puts out the arms and starts running to the opposite turnbuckle, but Lukas slides off. Maxx gets spun around by Lukas to catch a kick in the gut. Lukas puts Maxx's head under his legs, hooks the arms and puts him in a piledriver.)

Jeff: "Oh my god! Lukas reversed the Power Surge into the Lukas-Drop! He goes for the pin!"

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

(The bell sounds and Lukas raises his arms in triumph. The crowd boos but Lukas doesn't care.)

Tim: "What a reversal by Lukas which puts him in the second round."

**New York Islander vs. Blackjack**

Tim: Well, folks. We were supposed to have New York Islander and Blackjack meet in this match, but as a result of the Gates of Hell match being before this match, Blackjack has been taken to the hospital. Thus, he cannot compete in this match.

Jeff: Yeah, you forgot to add he went nuts at the hospital and did a few thousand dollars of damage...

Tim: I figured you'd handle it better.

Jeff: I did.

Tim: Okay... well, I guess we're going give New York Islander a bye...

**Black Ninja vs. "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe**

Tim: Our next match will be the last of the first round, as the HWF legend...

Jeff: *interrupting* Hetfield?

Tim: NO! Black Ninja!

Jeff: Oh...

Tim: Jeez... Black Ninja will meet the new HWF Hardcore Champion, "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe!

Jeff: Black Ninja is on a come back, but Icon is really on a roll...

Tim: It'll definitely be a match for the ages.

(The lights fade off and the crowd makes noise wondering what is going on. Then, a loud explosion is heard at the entranceway as "I'm A Soldier" hits the speakers as loud as they will allow. After the song gets fully in swing, the lights start to flicker different colors around the entranceway then the all over the building, the lights come on. Black Ninja and Brandy come from the entrance to a shower of cheers. Men cheer for Brandy, women cheer for Ninja. They get up to the ring as Brandy climbs in and Ninja jumps on the apron and jumps over the ropes and in the middle of the ring. He goes over to a turnbuckle and throws his arms up to more cheers.)

Jeff: Take a look at Brandy!!

Tim: You're looking enough for us both...

Jeff: Whoohoo!

("Black" by Sevendust hits the speakers as an irate "Icon" storms through the entranceway. "The Icon" walks to the ring, determined to hurt someone. Missing, of course, is the Hardcore strap. Rykopathe dives in the ring, nearly running into Brandy. Brandy runs to get out of the way as the match starts. The referee, more than willing, helps Brandy get out of the ring as she gets a few "cat calls." Ninja and Icon have already started to brawl.)

Tim: "The Icon" is pissed!

(The Icon backs Ninja into the corner, nailing him with stiff rights. Icon stops a second to take a breath as Ninja quickly kicks him in the gut. Ninja shoves Rykopathe back a few feet and nails a savate kick to the jaw of Icon!)

Jeff: That's two super kicks the Icon has had to take tonight!

Tim: He's really having a rough night...

(Ninja does a standing moonsault flip on to Rykopathe, as the ref comes in for the cover.)

(1)

Jeff: Ninja is just trying to wear out Rykopathe now.

(Ninja quickly gets to his feet as does Icon. Ninja tries for another kick, but Icon ducks under. Icon clobbers Ninja with a clothesline. Icon takes no time to drag Black Ninja back to his feet. Icon quickly applies a standing head scissors and hits a snap powerbomb! Ninja writhes in pain, stretching like a bow and arrow from the impact.)

Tim: Ninja is the lightest competitor in the ranks of the HWF, making him prime target for power moves like that.

Jeff: I bet everybody likes to wrestle him!

Tim: Yeah, at first. Then they realize he's also the most deadly high risk S.O.B. in the HWF!!!

Jeff: What, you got a thing for this guy?

Tim: SHUT UP!

Jeff: Haha... Tim & Ninja sittin` in a tree...

Tim: Hey, look. Brandy's come over.

Jeff: Yippee!!!

(Icon has Ninja in a tree of woe in the turnbuckle. He backs up a few feet and dives after Ninja, but Ninja uses his leg strength to pull himself up and away from the blow. Icon meets the steel post as Ninja gets out of the tree. Ninja takes Icon by the head and drags him to his feet. Ninja quickly snap mares the Icon over to the mat.)

Tim: Surprised he could get Icon over!

(Ninja then applies a triangle scissor lock on the head of Rykopathe.)

Jeff: Black Ninja is trying to squeeze the life out of Icon!

(Icon struggles with Ninja locked on his head, but manages to get up. Icon is standing with Ninja up on his head, but then drops down and incredibly nails a shoulder mount face first powerbomb on Ninja! The crowd goes nuts as Icon rolls over Ninja and covers.)

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

Tim: Rykopathe has won!

Jeff: What a night for "The Icon"! It isn't even close to over yet!

(Ninja has a disappointing look on his face and in his eyes as he kneels by the ropes, leaning on them, looking down and thinking about what has just happened. He takes a few breathes, trying to piece together what has happened as he looks up, asks for a mic. A crewman walks over and hands him one. Ninja grabs it and stands up slowly and talking into the mic.)

Ninja: "Well, I know now what I must do. I don't really want to do it, but I've just realized that the time has come for me to do this."

(The fans become quiet and attentive. Rykopathe stops and looks back at Ninja, wondering what he's talking about.)

Ninja: "I've been in this great fed in some capacity, for the whole running and not once did I win the World Title. I have a helluva chance to win what I've been searching for, for so long, and I blew it. But, It's become apparent to me and Brandy to, that I'm not the same as I once was. The same as when I used to come out every night and give 110% for you the fans (Fans cheer), and for myself. I don't have the same determination to compete and prove to everyone I am the best, that I can show that size doesn't matter."

(Ninja smiles as saying his famous quote. The fans give a small pop to the line, but still listen to Ninja.)

Ninja: "But, all good things come to an end, and this good thing is coming to his end....."

(The fans go in shock and some boo at Ninja's announcement.)

Ninja: "I know, it sucks, but why come out and wrestle if all I'm gonna do is hate doing it? I don't want to look like a fool out here, not showing up and not showing my face until the night of the card. That's not right, and I'm doing what I feel I have to do, to correct it.

I just want each and every one of you fans to know that I love the support you gave me every night I came out here and dazzled you with my high flying moves and cocky ass attitude. Your support has made my career a great one, and I will never forget you."

(The crowd cheers, giving Ninja the one of the best pops he's ever gotten.)

Ninja: "I also have to thank all the wrestlers I've known throughout my stay in the HWF, that have pushed me to and beyond each level of ability I've gotten to. Without them around to compete against, I wouldn't be the same person and I want to thank them.

Lastly, I want to thank the President of this company, but more importantly, my friend, for letting me to be able to compete in such a fine establishment. I don't imagine any federation could match or top this one, and I'm happy to say I had the distinction of participating in it and being one of the top draws to the company.

Thank you again, my fans for the support. Thanks for cheering me while others thought I was no good. I'm sorry I couldn't bring home the gold and go out on top like I wanted to, but you play the hand that was dealt to you. You have to control over these sort of things...."

(Ninja tosses the mic back to the person he got it from and grabs Brandy's hand and start to leave the ring to a standing ovation and shower of cheers. Ninja's eyes get glassy as he and Brandy leave the ring and shake hands with a few fans on the way back.)

Tim: This is such a horrible event... Black Ninja was a showman like no other and he will be missed like no other in the HWF... Good bye, Ninja.

Jeff: Definitely a showman...

Tim: Fans, I'm sure you too are shocked as we are. We must continue in this tournament, in the second round.

***HWF World Title Tournament; Round 2***

**Michael Trey vs. Lukas Williams**

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

Tim: Michael Trey is looking determined tonight.

(The lights go out, and "Sugar" by System of a Down hits the speakers as a spotlight points up at the ceiling, as Lukas, wearing a black leather jacket, comes down on a harness and lands in the ring. He then takes off his jacket and stands in the corner and spits into the crowd. The crowd boos him as he proceeds to get ready for the match.)

Jeff: Lukas and Michael Trey are already going at it!

(Lukas has the early advantage and pounds away on the back of Trey. Lukas whips Trey across the ring. Trey returns and ducks under a clothesline. Once again Trey is back and both go for a cross body block. They collide in mid-air with force that sends them both in opposite directions.)

Tim: Ouch!

(Both men are lying on the mat, clutching their ribs. Lukas is the first one to get up but Michael isn't far behind. Lukas dives at Trey with a clothesline but Trey ducks and catches him and drives him to the mat with a Rock Bottom style slam. The crowd goes nuts as Trey covers.)

(1....2)

Jeff: Close one.

(Michael Trey brings Lukas back up and sends him to the ropes. He kicks Lukas in the gut and quickly hooks his arms, dropping him with the Flash of Pain!!! The crowd roars as Trey rolls Williams over and makes the cover.)

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

Tim: Michael Trey wins! He advances to the finals!

Jeff: He's really showing he's not just a flash in the pain, tonight.

**New York Islander vs. "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe**

Tim: In our last second round match, we have New York Islander facing "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe!

Jeff: "The Icon" is on fire tonight as he is every event tonight. He has won the Hardcore title already and we'll see if he becomes a World or Tag champion later on. First, he must fight the Islander!

("Islander" hits the speakers as NYI walks out in his normal attire. He makes his way to the ring, hockey stick in hand.)

Tim: New York Islander looks a bit rusty...

("Black" by Sevendust hits the speakers once again as "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe begins his walk down the aisle. Still missing the Hardcore title belt, "The Icon" marches to the ring, intent on beating the ever living hell out of anyone who moves.)

Jeff: Whoever stole his belt is gonna be sorry if he's in this mood whenever they meet!

(Rykopathe slides into the ring and the bell sounds. NYI quickly stomps on Icon before he can get up. Icon is up and shoves away NYI. They then walk to each other staring down one another.)

Tim: The Islander has about a seven inch height advantage here...

Jeff: Yeah, everyone knows... Except the Icon.

(Icon nails a right to the head of NYI and continues with more punches. He backs the Islander into the ropes with a knee to the chest. He whips NYI across the ring then trips him with a drop toe hold. Icon quickly jumps to his feet and bounds off the ropes with an X-Pac like leg drop. He hooks the leg of NYI for the cover.)

(1...2)

Jeff: Islander kicks out in the nick of time.

(Icon brings the Islander up and takes him by the head, then rams him face first into the turnbuckle. NYI gets an elbow in and Icon backs off. NYI then nails a crossover clothesline that turns the Icon inside out!)

Tim: Jesus!

(NYI quickly goes to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top. He hits a moonsault that almost crushes the Icon!)

(1...2)

Tim: I'm surprised that the Icon could kick out!

(Islander gets up, arguing with the ref. He insists it was a three count. The ref shoves NYI to back off, making the Islander snap. Islander nails the referee with a right hand that sends the small ref into the corner. NYI picks the ref up and sets him on the top rope!)

Jeff: No... he isn't!

Tim: I think he's gonna try to give the poor referee the Long Island Drop!!!

(The Icon slowly comes to, as NYI taunts the referee with slaps. Icon sees this and rushes to the outside of the ring, picking up a chair. Icon quickly gets back in, just as NYI climbs to the second rope. Icon SMACKS the Islander with the chair right in the back of the head! Islander falls off the ropes and hits the mat hard. At about this time, a group of officials have gathered near the ring, assisting the injured ref.)

Jeff: New York Islander's head is busted open from that chair shot!

(Icon dives on top of NYI as a back up ref notices the cover and makes the count.)

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

Tim: Icon is the winner!

Jeff: He is on a roll tonight!

Jeff: Hey, look! That lunatic, Hetfield is coming out here!

Tim: He's carrying balloons!

(Hetfield carries the balloons into the ring, presenting them to Rykopathe. Rykopathe stares into his eyes, then brushes by and out of the ring. Hetfield scurries to The Icon's side as they argue down the aisle.)

Jeff: Hetfield is psycho! Don't you have to take a mental exam or something to get into this place?!

Tim: Afraid, not...

(Icon and Hetfield disappear behind the curtain.)

Jeff: So, that means Icon is in the finals with Michael Trey!

 Tim: What a minute, I'm getting something through my headset here... WHAT?! I've just gotten word that The Icon and The Legend have been attacked backstage by two other men!

(The camera cuts to the back, where the Icon and The Legend are lying on the floor! No one is around them, except paramedics.)

Jeff: Jesus, the HWF is probably gonna get a membership to the Philadelphia hospital!!

Tim: Who could've attacked them?

Jeff: Who knows... But will the Icon be ready to go in the Tournament and the Tag team title match?

Tim: I don't know, but it doesn't look good right now.

(The camera stays on Icon and Hetfield, who are being tied to backboards. Hetfield is overheard speaking to Icon.)

Hetfield: ...you like my car, right?

(Icon goes nuts, trying to get a hand on "the Legend", but is restrained by paramedics.)

Tim: "The Legend" seems to be quite the mental case...

Jeff: I guess so!

Tim: Well, the crew is bringing in the ladders for this ladder match... I guess we'll have to wait and see for the Icon.

***HWF Tag Title Match, Ladder Match***

**Malice & "The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe vs. Michael Trey & Maxx Powers**

(Fireworks go off as MALICE'S music blares over the PA. He walks out cocky as ever as the fans cheer and boo him. He gets in the ring climbs the turnbuckle, takes off his Ray Bans and looks out into the crowd and gives them the finger.)

Jeff: Malice is one brash character... He definitely has no limits.

("Black" by Sevendust hits.)

Tim: I guess the Icon is able to compete!

(As the music plays, the Icon doesn't appear. They stop the music, then start it again, but nothing. Malice looks at the entranceway, bewildered.)

Jeff: Malice probably doesn't even know the Icon was attacked!

Tim: Malice is forced to go in this handicap match!

Jeff: Hey, do you smell a conspiracy? Both times Michael Trey and Maxx Powers have fought for the titles, their opponents conveniently disappear or are injured?

Tim: Are you saying...

Jeff: Exactly. Those two mystery men who attacked Icon are obviously Trey and Powers!!

Tim: Jeff, you've made a great point... I just can't believe Trey and Powers would stoop so low!

Jeff: Believe it!

[A hush falls over the crowd as a remix "Welcome to the Jungle" and "The World is not Enough" starts to play over the speakers. The arena lights focus on the aisle, and neon colored laser lights pulsate throughout the building. Just as the music really kicks in, fireworks shoot off from the ramp leading to the ring, and the crowd cheers as Maxx Powers and Michael Trey walk out from the curtains. They walk side by side to the ring, the tag straps draped over their shoulders. Powers climbs the steps leading to the ring while Trey climbs in from the side.]

Tim: I hope you're not right about these two...

Jeff: I'm right! I'm telling you that they beat up the Icon!

(Malice quickly takes a defensive stance as Trey and Powers look on. Malice charges at Trey as they battle back and forth with punches. Powers stands, allowing the two to fight. Trey fires back with a big left hand that sends Malice backwards. Powers then begins to walk towards the fight, as Trey applies a side headlock on Malice but Malice quickly pushes Trey off and into the ropes. Trey comes back with a shoulder block, but Malice ducks the move. He turns around, right into a kick from Maxx. Maxx quickly applies a standing head scissors and hooks Malice's arms.)

Tim: Malice is fighting a losing battle here.

(Maxx quickly drops to his knees with a double arm face buster. Michael Trey is back up and quickly stomps on Malice, even before Maxx can let go of his arms. Trey picks Malice up by the hair and begins to tauntingly scream at him.)

Jeff: Michael Trey and Malice have definitely made this feud personal!!

(Suddenly, the camera shot switches backstage outside of "The Icon's" locker room. A Coke machine has been shoved in front of the doors as the sounds of an irate Icon pour from inside.)

Tim: Look! "The Icon" wasn't hurt! He's been locked in his dressing room!

Jeff: I can't believe the depths Maxx and Michael will go!

Tim: I can't believe Maxx and Michael would even commit this act!

(The camera shot of Rykopathe fades back into the match. Trey nails Malice with a short arm clothesline that knocks Malice out of his boots. Maxx backs off more, realizing Trey wants to settle the fight. Trey quickly picks Malice up and drops him with the Flash of Pain {Double Arm DDT}.)

Tim: The Flash of Pain! Powers and Trey have this match won already...

(Trey turns to Powers, pointing to the ladder. Powers nods and positions the ladder under the tag team titles. Slowly he arrogantly climbs the ladder, laughing the whole way. Trey has taken a seat on the turnbuckle as Powers reaches the final step. He raises his arms to the crowd, as they shower him with cheers. He then grabs for the titles. Incredibly, the titles are pulled out of his reach! The crowd begins to boo as Powers and Trey look to each other, puzzled.)

Jeff: What the...

(Suddenly, Malice jumps from his opossum like stance and shoves over the ladder! Powers falls off and goes crashing though the Turkish announce table!!!)

Tim: Mohammed and Mohar!!!

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!! Or... in their case MO MY MOD!!!

Tim: Turkish people don't speak like that...

Jeff: I know, but my Turkish Handbook hasn't come in the mail yet!

Tim: Oh...

(Michael Trey jumps from his perch and tackles Malice, destroying any hopes that Malice had to get the belts. Trey quickly slams Malice down and climbs to the turnbuckle. He screams, "LIGHTS OUT!!!" The lights go out once again as before and a loud crash is heard.)

Jeff: Damnit, he did it again!!!

(The lights return to a shocking scene! In the ring, Malice and another man have the tag team belts! Michael Trey is lying in the rubble of the Turkish announce booth along side Powers!!!)

Tim: What the hell!?!?

Jeff: Who is that guy?!

Tim: I don't know, but he and Malice are the new tag champs!!!

(Malice grabs a mic from a ringside assistant.)

MALICE: Ha! All you Philly idiots didn't see it coming did ya?

(Crowd boos)

MALICE: You didn't think MALICE would come into this match without a plan did you? The man that stands next to me as co-holder of these Tag titles is none other than one of my close friends. His name you will come to know and fear. He is the Kris "The Executioner" Taylor. We will start a reign of terror in the HWF like no one has ever seen. No one is safe.

Trey, your constant trash talking backfired. Who got the last laugh Bitch!?!?

Right now I'm inviting anyone who wants to join to become a member of AmeriKa's Most Wanted - Malice and Executioner's stable. We will rule the HWF and whoever wants to be a part of it, well bring it on.

(Malice turns the mic over to The Executioner.)

Kris Taylor: "Well, I told everyone that I was coming to the HWF, and that everyone would know my name. I am Kris Taylor, the Executioner, and I have arrived. And to whoever wins the World Title tonight, just be aware of one thing: I've got you in my sights, and YOU WILL BE EXECUTED!!!"

(The instrumental version of "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns 'N Roses kicks in as the new tag team champions leave the ring.)

Tim: I'm stunned!!!

Jeff: So, Malice and this Kris Taylor have formed "AmeriKa's Most Wanted" and are now the tag champs!?!? Good God!!!

Tim: Wait a minute, Jeff... Maxx Powers and Michael Trey didn't attack the Icon, it was Malice and "The Executioner"!

Jeff: Are you sure?

Tim: UGH!!!

Jeff: Settle down, peppy.

Tim: Peppy??? Fans, I've been told that "The Legend" Hetfield and a number of HWF officials have freed "The Icon" from his locker room and he's coming out NOW!!!

***HWF World Title Tournament, Round 3***

**"The Icon" J. Simon Rykopathe vs. Michael Trey**

("Black" by Sevendust blasts on the speakers too late as the Icon is already half down the aisle. He runs around the ring, to the rubble of the Turkish announce table. He tackles Michael Trey, who was just being helped to his feet by even more of these "HWF officials." Icon punches away, but is stopped by Maxx Powers, who was still at ringside. Powers quickly applies a standing head scissors and picks Icon on to his shoulder, holding out his arms. Powers runs and throws Icon right through the American announce table!! The sounds of microphone cables being ripped from their sockets and television monitors being bounced across the cement can be heard, along with the cries of Jeff and Tim.)

Tim: Get out of here!

Jeff: Are we dead?!

Tim: Shut up Jeff!!!

(The Icon has just been powerbombed through the table by Maxx Powers, with the crucifix powerbomb that "Total Power" calls the Power Surge. Tim and Jeff have scurried out of the way, managing to keep their headsets on. Although they continue, static becomes more dense making them hard to hear.)

Tim: If you fans can here us, we're ok...

Jeff: Yeah, like those morons care about us.

Tim: Well, on any account, Rykopathe has been thrown through what once was our table by a very upset Maxx Powers.

(Powers is surrounded by the HWF Riot Squad and is persuaded to the back. Michael Trey crawls over from the Turkish table to the American table and falls across the body of "The Icon". The referee dives to make the cover.)

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

Jeff: He kicked out! He kicked out!

Tim: I can't believe it!

(The crowd cheers in appreciation for "The Icon's" showmanship. Michael Trey isn't so enthusiastic about not winning, managing to stand up. Rykopathe begins to show some life as Trey grabs "The Icon's" short blond hair and drags him to his feet. Trey whips the Icon against the steel railing. Trey dives with a clothesline and they pile over the railing. Suddenly, the up-until-now absent ring announcer, Howard Penzer, begins to speak over the PA.)

Howard: Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you, the SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE!!!!

Jeff: WHAT!?!?!

Tim: What is he talking about?!

Howard: "VICIOUS" VIC WILLIAMS!!!

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!

(The crowd erupts with an incredible pop as Limp Bizkit's "Pollution" hits the speakers. The crowd begins a "H-W-F! H-W-F!" chant as they wait for the arrival of Vic Williams. Finally, he arrives in the entranceway. He has two titles belts, one on each shoulder. Vic has a mic and begins to speak as Michael Trey and "The Icon" continue to battle further into the crowd.)

Vic: I'm back!!!

(Crowd pops.)

Vic: You know, the new generation of the HWF is great... But there's one thing I think should be added. That would be me being the number one contender!!!

(The crowd pops again in approval.)

Vic: So, before I go ref this match, let me just do something first...

(Vic takes one belt off of his shoulder.)

Vic: This would be the old HWF title... A title I once held.

(Vic then takes off the other.)

Vic: This is the NEW HWF title... A title that I WILL hold!!!

(Crowd cheers.)

Vic: So, I am now unifying the two belts making the new HWF title as prestigious as the old HWF title... Now, I must go referee this match!

(Vic begins his walk down the aisle, making his way to the ring. He sets both titles in the ring and then circles around to the direction Michael Trey and Icon were last seen. He jumps over the rail and makes his way through the crowd, following the points of the crowd. Finally, he and the camera both find the two fighting near a concession stand.)

Tim: Vic is back and has just unified the two HWF World titles!

Jeff: Forget about that! We've got a World Title match to watch!

(Michael Trey evidently has the advantage as he slams the Icon into the wall. Trey grabs the shirt of Icon and begins to pull him towards the stairs. The two continue to punch and kick while they ever so slowly make their way up the stairway.)

Jeff: Where are they going?!

Tim: Who knows!?

(The camera man trips over the stairs and loses the camera shot. A new one from back in the arena replaces it as it focuses on the upper balcony, where the two should come out.)

Jeff: Boy, we couldn't have coordinated cameramen...

(Finally, Trey and Rykopathe come into view as they burst through the door in the upper balcony. The fans go nuts, trying to get themselves on television. Rykopathe throws Michael Trey down the stairs. Trey hits every single step and smashes into the barrier, keeping him from falling back down to ground level. Vic Williams comes into view, keeping a close eye on the action.)

Tim: These guys are getting awfully close to that barrier...

("The Icon" walks down the steps, followed by Vic. The Icon comes at Trey with a double ax handle but Trey elbows him in the gut. Trey quickly grabs the shirt of Icon and throws him over the edge! The crowd screams but Icon hangs on. He climbs up, hanging onto the side. He grabs Trey's black shirt forcing Trey to climb over the barrier.)

Jeff: I don't have a good feeling about this.

Tim: Me either... They're a good 15 feet above the ground there.

Jeff: It looks like there is a bunch of tables below, I can't really tell from here.

(Icon and Trey begin to nail each other with elbows, trying to get the other off. After a few bouts of their little game, Michael Trey lands an elbow right to the jaw of "The Icon." Rykopathe falls backwards off of the balcony's barrier and falls right through at least three stacked tables!!! The crowd begins the HWF chant once more as Michael Trey ponders his next move.)

Tim: Icon has fallen 15 feet!

Jeff: He's gotta be dead!!!

Tim: Please, Jeff. This is no time for jokes.

(Michael Trey instantly knows what he's going to do. Without thinking twice he launches himself backwards and moonsaults right on top of Rykopathe!!! The crowd goes insane with a "MICH-AEL" chant.)

Jeff: OH MY GOD!!!!!

(Vic Williams quickly runs to the nearest group of seats and begins to climb over and down the cage-like barrier. He jumps the last 5-8 feet or so, then quickly runs to make the count.)

Vic: *along with crowd* ONE........TWO.......THREE!!!!!

Tim: Michael Trey has won the World Title!!!

(Vic quickly drags Michael Trey up by his arm, raising it as a sign of victory. He quickly jerks Trey into position for the 3D and the crowd screams. He then stops and lets Trey go, grinning from ear to ear. Michael Trey and Vic stare each other down.)

Tim: Fans, Michael Trey is our new World champion and Vic Williams has returned!!!

Jeff: We'll see you on Suicide!

(Trey and Williams continue to stare one another down as the crowd continues to cheer. The show finally goes off the air.)