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December 27, 2000

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[The scene opens up in the parking lot of the Commissioner’s Corner set. A black car pulls up and parks. A shadowy figure comes out of the car. The camera can’t make it out. Suddenly, a crash is heard and the camera falls to the ground. The scene goes to black.]

[The screen flashes on an HWF logo, then flashes back out again. The camera then shows a blue Holy Night logo with the words "December 24, 2000...what a holy night it was...". The camera then shows a picture of Lance Sterling yelling "WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO KID???" and a quick snapshot of Sterling hitting the Director's Cut on Extream. It then fades in to show Michael Trey glaring at the site of Claire's kidnapper brushing her cheek, and half fades into Trey hitting the Lights Out on J. Simon Rykopathe. It then cleats all images and shows Jonathan Storm doing a swanton bomb to Chris Davison over the ropes, and then half fades to Mayhem chokslamming Kyle Corman out of the ring. It then fades in to show the ring on fire during the Canadian title match, then shows Zakin's Suicidal Tendencies while on fire onto Chris Styles. The camera fades out once again, then shows Johnny Drake say "The newest staff member in the HWF..." and new staff member Tre Coleman come out getting a pop from the crowd. The camera fades out once again, and then shows Pat McKrotch coming out from the back and Michael Trey hitting Lights Out on Senior Bagofshit in the middle of the ring. A flash of Silky Palms with the SWF Title is shown, and then one of Kyle Solomon holding it. The camera fades these things out again, and then half fades in showing Lasek slamming Renegade into the electrified cage, and Renegade powerbombing Lasek onto the barbed wire and tacks. They both fade out, and then a dark sinister voice says lowly, "This is what you want to do? Is your life nothing but darkness and violence? Is it all emptyness? Or could it be more than you ever expected...?". It then shows Thrilla hitting the High School Massacre on Ethan Scruggs, and Spike getting a spinebuster off the top of the cage. It then fades out and comes up with the silhouette of the Hardcore Title, and shows Phoenix hitting Into The Ashes on JD Brady on the cement floor, then Phoenix jumping off the bell tower hitting Brady with a splash. It finally shows Extream frogsplash Sterling, then the amazing Lights Out/Directors Cut onto Extream and Rykopathe, and Sterling raise the title in victory. The camera then cuts out for a few seconds, and you hear a bell ringing...the camera then shows a zoomed in shot of the man that was at the top of the bell tower in the crucifix pose, and the words "WHERE IS YOUR SAVIOR NOW???" repeat over and over again, then the camera finally fades to black.]

[The scene fades into the HWF Commissioner Corner studio, as lightly over the background the song "Clubbed to Death" by Rob D is playing, the lights fade from black as a voice over is heard.]

Voice Over: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, please welcome the host of Commissioner's Corner - Your Canadian Commissioner, Shawn Collins!

[Collins is already sitting at his desk watching a monitor.]

Shawn: What the hell just happened back there?

[A cameraman makes a gesture, and Shawn jerks and straightens his face.]

Shawn: Oh, hey everyone! Welcome to another edition of Commissioner’s Corner. Coming off an amazing pay per view on Sunday, and looking forward to a tremendous award show on Saturday - we’ve got one hell of a holiday here in the HWF to look back on, and look forward to. After the show I’ll give you the results of the Holy Night match poll, and my “Of The Week’s”.

[Shawn then picks up a picture and holds it out to the audience. They pop louder than a group of monkeys with lit firecrackers in their asses. The picture is of Michael Trey.]

Shawn: If any of you see this man, make sure to tell him that he’s a dead man. I’m not through with Trey. Oh no. His journey to hell has just begun. You think he’s screwed up now? Wait till I’m through with him. Just because he won his contract back, it doesn’t mean I don’t have any booking power. But a promise is a promise. And I never go back on a promise, or a guarantee...

[Shawn smiles.]

Shawn: So next week, on the first Suicide back from the holidays, there will be a match to settle the undisputed Hardcore Wrestling Federation Tag Team CHAMPIONS! The champions... no scratch that. I’m just booking Teen Angst against Twisted Circle... against Lance Sterling and Michael Trey, the X-Treme Alliance!

[The crowd goes berserk after the cheap attempt for another pop by the Jolly Commissioner.]

Shawn: So, with that said...

[Suddenly a man appears wearing a pair of jeans, a black leather jacket and a backwards hat with his back to the camera. It’s the man from the parking lot. Collins gets a small smile on his face as the man speaks directly to Collins.]

Man: Collins I saw you were a little upset that no one was coming on your little show here. Well I can understand why man. You just have a problem with cracking on people. They don't feel like getting a fine for slapping your little ass around. Me personally I could give a damn about a fine, so shut up and I will give you a little segment for your show.

[The man turns around to reveal that it is Extream. He is smiling at the camera as he turns around and starts to speak again, but this time it is to the HWF viewers.]

Extream: Fans I have to apologize to all of you for my lack of enthusiasm as of late. I just was in the dumps over loosing that honey you knew as Angel. She just didn't want to be in the spotlight as much as she was, so she dumped me. But hey what can I say it is probably for the better and I realize that now. But that’s not the reason I want to be here. I came out here to speak about a few things.

Extream: The first thing is that little punk Kyle Corman. CK man what the hell are you thinking, one of the few people who knew about my little breakup and you just plant my head into the mat with no remorse. Well you know from the years of hanging out with me I don't let shit like this slide. I never have and it isn't going to be any different for you. Without me what would you be doing right now, flipping burgers at your local Burger King up there in Canada. I taught you everything you know and this is the thanks I get, a double reverse DDT with no warning. But I am not mad... cause I don't get mad, I get even. I have already made a few phone calls and I think you will like what you see. Lets just say that there will be a three-way brawl between the three former members of the Outlawed Generation. And in the end the one with their hand in the air will be the one who gets the last laugh.

Extream: Then we have this ever growing fight for the world gold. More and more people think they deserve a shot at this prestigious title. Well everyone who has never held that title better back the fuck up cause I am back. That title is mine, and anyone who gets in my damn way will drop like flies. I am not in that playing mood anymore. I am all business. So just stay out of my way and you won't be the one receiving the chair shots.

Extream: Now Collins as much as you get on my damn nerves you have done some shit for me so I would like to give you a little gift. Hold on while I go grab it quick.

[Collins eyes lighten up like a little kid on Christmas morning while Extream disappears off camera. He comes back on camera wheeling a big wrapped box. Collins jumps up and runs over and starts to open the box as you see Extream in the background grabbing a steel chair. Collins opens the box and sees that it is empty. He turns around with a look of dismay as Extream hauls off and nails him in the head with the chair. Collins falls to the hard floor as Extream laughs. Extream looks back at the camera to speak once more.]

Extream: We better take you to a commercial break so Collins can wake up and try to hide the lump he is about to have on his forehead. We'll be right back.

[Extream gives a big fake smile as he walks off camera and it fades to numerous commercials.]

[Commercials.]

Shawn: Please give a warm Torontonian welcome to... Chris Davison and Tempest!

[The couple enters the stage, hand in hand, both wearing wide smiles. Both are getting cheered heavily as they take a seat next to the commissioner, Shawn Collins.]

Shawn: Welcome to Commissioner's Corner. How do you like Toronto? And, Tempest, how do you like the HWF?

[Tempest smiles.]

Tempest: Well Shawn, we must like Toronto a lot considering we live here! And so far I adore the HWF... well, except maybe for certain valet/managers who shall remain nameless.

[Her eyelids fluttered in irritation.]

[Chris chuckles to himself.]

Chris: Well, like Tempest said, we live here. We love Toronto. I mean, it's my birth city, after all.

[He smiles at the cheers.]

[Shawn gets off his chair as his jaw drops.]

Shawn: You two are from Toronto?!

Chris: [Smiles dryly.] Well, I just said that, didn't I?

[Shawn takes a seat again, and gives the couple a Collins-grin.]

Shawn: Well, I have a whole new respect for both of you now.

Tempest: [Grins.] Well, I'm sorta from here. I'm more from Hong Kong but I followed Chris home one day and he hasn't been able to get rid of me.

[Tempest snickers as the crowd laughs.]

Chris: [Chris laughs.] As if I would ever try?

[Shawn lifts his hand up. His palm facing the couple.]

Shawn: Let's not get in to that. Davison... you had a match at Holy Night. You were in a Battle Royal for the number one contendership of MY title - The Canadian Title. What are your thoughts on that match? And the winner - Jonathan Storm?

[Davison sighed as he bit his lower lip.]

Chris: Well, honestly? I think Storm's got a tainted victory and if he beats Zakin, a tainted title reign. I could say so many more harsh things, but I'd rather not go into them...

[Shawn gives another Collins-smile to the camera.]

Shawn: This IS uncensored. Speak all your heart's desires!

[Davison's eyebrow raises.]

Chris: He's one of the biggest fuckin' wusses that I've ever seen. He tucks his fuckin' tail between his legs. Someone help him if I ever get my hands on him one on one.

[Tempest puts her hand over his and pats lightly.]

Tempest: Aw, it's ok, cuz I bet you will get him one on one... and this time [eyes gleam] his help won't be as effective, cuz I'll be there.

Shawn: Are you talking about Casey? Cause if you are, let me get this straight... she's a manager. You, Tempest, are a wrestler. Are you going to take advantage of a helpless young woman like that?!

Tempest: [looks thoughtful] She's not a wrestler?

[Shawn scratches his head.]

Shawn: She doesn't look like one...

Tempest: [Wide eyed look of confusion] Well gee Shawn I coulda sworn I saw her put her hands on a wrestler, namely Chris. Now why would she do that if she isn't a wrestler?

Shawn: You make a lovely point... So are we looking at a bitch fig... err... cat figh.... err... so Davison, you're gunning for Storm now?

[Shawn wipes his forehead and sighs.]

[Davison chuckled at the commissioner's correcting himself.]

Chris: Yeah, Storm's in my sights. And I want his ass in a rematch. If I lose, fine, I'm not one to bitch and whine and moan over a fair loss. But when shit like that happens, well, I get revenge.

[Tempest smiles sweetly as her eyes narrow ever so slightly.]

Tempest: What we're looking at is a simple situation, where wrestlers wrestle and managers don't. I can only hope Casey feels... discouraged about her prospects as a wrestler.

[Tempest smiles toward Chris]

Chris: [Chris smiles.] And I'm sure Tempest can give an excellent crash course to Casey about such a thing.

Shawn: This sounds like an interesting ventu... I mean, matchup. I'll keep it in mind while reading other bribes... REQUESTS on matches I should set up for the next Suicide. Haha!

Chris: [Chris chuckles.] Suicide's pretty far off. You must get a lot of "requests" in that time.

Shawn: You wouldn't believe! I mean, just yesterday, Diablo was begging me for a shot at Lance Sterling. But I had to shut him down. I told him, straight up, "You just haven't made a large enough mark for yourself." Actually, I just flat out told him he sucks. He cried. I felt bad.

Tempest: [chuckles] Well, I'm not good with bribes unless ya like really hot food. But it hardly matters since you're way to smart not to promote some of the best new talent in the HWF like Chris and me.

[Tempest winks to the camera.]

Chris: [Chris laughs.] Of course, we'd never be forgotten. I mean I've only missed two Suicides.

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Shawn: Well, Tempest is new here. No one really knows about you two. Why don't you both introduce yourselves formally, to the HWF?

[Chris tilts his head.]

Chris: Well, formally, I'm Chris Davison.

[He gives a slight grin.]

Tempest: [snickers] And were you gonna tell the nice people anythng else or keep them in terrible suspense?

[Tempest bats her eyes in a playfully dramatic way.]

Chris: [Chris ponders this.] Well... let's see. I was born February 20th, I play guitar, I'm a six-time World Champion, I haven't updated my commentary since December 4th... hmm...

[Shawn slaps his head.]

Shawn: You and Tempest. The HWF doesn't know about you. Explain your relations, how did you guys meet? What's the deal? You know? Sm Stop being a smart-ass!

[Shawn chuckles.]

Shawn: Now, tell all!

Chris: [Chris laughs.] Oh! Well, lessee. First, I'd won the IWEF World Heavyweight Title, which was my key to attracting both good and bad attention. So one day, I was walking down the hall, when...

[He looks to Tempest.]

Tempest: [giggles] When I just sorta dropped in on him! And as for telling all, well... [leans close to Collins] Well, you couldn't possibly handle it all. [crowd whistles] But that was a year ago and now...

[She smiles broadly as she looks to Chris]

Chris: [He smiles.] Well, now we're engaged after a long, happy, wonderful year. And I couldn't be happier, to tell the truth.

Tempest: So the whole HWF is invited to the wedding! [cheers] Once we figure out when it is anyway...[laughs]

Shawn: A wedding? This could be interesting. The second wedding to ever grace the HWF. So, Chris, when did you propose? How did you do it?

[Collins pulls on his "beard" and smiles.]

Chris: [Chris smiles.] Well... Tempest and I went to the place where we first met, via horse-drawn sleigh. Then after we got there and had fun, I just went down on one knee and presented the ring to her.

[Chris smiles fondly as he takes her hand.]

Chris: It was the happiest moment of my life when she accepted.

Shawn: I bet it was.

[Shawn rolls his eyes.]

[Tempest raises her eyebrow.]

Tempest: Aw, whattsa matter Shawn? Nothing quite that happy in your life?

Shawn: MY life? You don't want to get into my life! My life is more complicated than you could imagine... and I'd rather not talk about it.

Tempest: Aww...[sympathetic look, glances at the audience till they join in]

Shawn: I don't need you sarcasm... or your "sympathy"!

Chris: Oh, come on, Shawn. Where's your Christmas spirit? Aren't you just a little happy that someone wants to help?

[Chris smiles encouragingly.]

[Shawn gives Davison a dirty look.]

Shawn: So Tempest... you know my good friend Michael Trey, correct?

Tempest: [smiles] Why yes! I met him, or rather faced him, in Thrillfest and even though we had to fight, we hit it off real well.

Shawn: I'm sure you hit it off... What do you... think... of him?

Tempest: [friendly smile] Well Michael's so talented and a really nice guy. I mean, it's really him you have to thank for me and Chris coming to the HWF.

Chris: [Chris nods.] I haven't really talked to Trey all that much, but what I know about him, he's a decent guy,

Shawn: A nice guy... decent... He put my friend in a hospital.

[Chris looks at Collins levelly.]

Chris: I've put people in the hospital before. In fact, my own best friend was one of them.

Tempest: [frowns] Last i checked your friend was trying to destroy him and had kidnapped his best friend in the whole world.

[Tempest folds her arms over chest.]

Shawn: Was nearly killing him worth it? Where's his "best friend" now? It did nothing for him! But you know what... this is quite interesting... I enjoy your comments and opinions. Interesting...

Chris: [Chris raises an eyebrow.] Interesting? How's it interesting, exactly?

[Collins smiles arrogantly.]

Shawn: Nice having you on the show, Davison, Tempest. Thanks for joining us here today.

[Davison furrows his brow.]

Chris: No answer, huh?

Shawn: Tempest, it was a pleasure meeting you. Davison... Suicide, you got a match!

Tempest: And besides, I understand... [Smiles, and sticks out her hand] Thanks you for having us Shawn. I just know we're gonna love working for you.

[Shawn takes Tempest's hand and lays a kiss on it, as a sign of respect.]

Shawn: I'm sure you will...

[Collins gives another arrogant smile, directed at Davison, and then another at Tempest.]

[Commercials.]

Shawn: Alright, time to close this sucka. I’m gonna give you my “Best of the week”. And we’re outta here.

Song Of The Week: “One” by Metallica.

Game Of The Week: SHEEP!

Anime Of The Week: Perfect Blue

Wrestler Of The Week: Jack Daddy... The guy’s improving!

Match Of The Week: Teen Angst vs. Twisted Circle at Holy Night... Runner up by one vote was the main event.

Shawn: That’s all for this week folks. We’ll see you at the Awards!

[The scene fades out to the HWF Logo.]