[After some extremely BORING ass commercials, the show fades back in.]

Jayson: Welcome back to the ONLY show that's even WORTH fuckin' watchin' right now: The X-Treme Alliance's Corner. I've got my co-host Lance Sterling here, and for all you who saw Suicide, lemme tell ya.. it was awesome. Right Lance?

Lance: It sure was. And the best part was, CHRIS GOINGS was NOWHERE to be seen!

[Laughter from the crowd, and Jayson]

Lance: But enough of that, let's get down to business. It's time for "Sterling Says", where...well, Sterling says. Actually I'm gonna be doing a recap of this past week's Saturday Suicide, so uh..lets cut to the chase, as we say in Hollywood.

[Lance turns to face the camera, and the camera centers on him.]

Lance[trying to sound serious]: Suicide began with a clip of one Jonathan Storm, and I guess he was looking for a washed-up never-was named Blackjack. Why, I have no clue. He said something about getting respect by beating Blackjack, but..who cares about Blackjack in the first place? Guy bragged how he was gonna beat me, and I killed him with his own move. Anyways, ole' Jonny-boy went looking for the old buzzard, and didn't find him so he decided to try and get respect by messing with a REAL HWF legend...but that comes later.

Lance: After this little segment, finally some ACTION happened.

[Cut to show a recap of the night's dark match, Wrecking Crew vs. Warriors of the Rising Sun.]

Lance[v/o]: Great to see the Warriors back again, when they were here in the past I thought they had potential. Anyways, they fought a GREAT match against the Wrecking Crew. This match was a real spotfest, with the Warriors hitting a buncha impressive shit that even I can't pull off. The Warriors get the win in the end with a weird-hurricanrana type deal. I give this match...4 out of 5 stars on the Sterling-o-meter of Greatness!

[Jayson cocks an eyebrow as he mouths the words "..da fuck?" to the camera, but Lance doesn't see him. Slight laughter comes from the crowd, but Lance smiles as if they were laughing at his "meter of greatness" bit. Sterling then continues on.]

Lance: Then up next was the moment everyone was waiting for: My interview! I basically recapped the main event of the previous week's Suicide, when Michael, Renegade and myself showed the Extinct Heroes just how lame they are. For those of you who forget, we each hit our moves on them at the same time, and that was a wrap. THEN, just when I was gonna address the piece of trash known as J. Simon Rykopathe, who interupts but good old Jon Storm.

[Cut to a image of Jonathan Storm inturupting Sterling's interview at Suicide]

Lance: Seems since he couldnt find that loser Blackjack, he decided to come and start shit with a real hero, namely me. This boiled down into each of us putting up fifty grand in a special challenge match next week on Suicide. Don't miss it!

[Jayson rolls his eyes at the shameless Suicide plug.]

Lance: After Storm was removed from the ring for having the balls to interupt me, we moved onto the next match: Mayhem vs. Night Stalker, with the winner I guess getting a shot at the Canadian title.

[Cut to a still shot of Night Stalker hitting Mayhem with a Suplex into an X-Factor.]

Lance: Typical, good-quality match here. The Saint was shown in the crowd, which is good because that guy was the man...next to me that is. This match had me on the edge of my seat, so to speak. Very good showing from both these guys. Mayhem picks up the win with a top rope DDT.

[Image of Mayhem coming down with the top rope DDT, then to him making the cover on Night Stalker.]

Lance: Nasty-ass move. I hope I never get hit with that one..this match gets, again, 4 out of 5 stars on the Sterling-o-meter.

Lance: And up next was another one of those weird segments involving "Good Old What's His Name", and whoever the mystery guy was that kidnapped his "non-girlfriend" Claire. I would spoil Suicide for everybody, but..nah, I'll wait. Keeps ya in suspense. Anyways, this masked cretin kept trying to get Claire to believe Michael was a two-timing dirtbag, and all this other stuff that ins't really important. Skip to the next match-up, David Zakin vs. Spike for the Canadian Title!

[Cut to an image of Spike hitting a flipping neckbreaker on Zakin.]

Lance: Suicide's next matchup was for the Canadian title. The reigning champion, David Zakin, took on Spike. This was another pretty good match; both guys gave it their all.

[A pic of Zakin hitting that awesome hang-time Insider Splash on Spike]

Lance: And in the end, who else but good old Jon Storm came out AGAIN.

[Cuts to a picture of Storm hitting Zakin with "The Perfect Storm"]

Lance: I'm pretty sure this match was thrown out since like ten damn people ran down to get in on the rumble; thats what I would have done as the referee anyways. This one gets 3 out of 5.

Lance: Our next match was one big "schmozz", which is what we call those unruly brawl type matches.

[Pic of JD Brady and Renegade hitting Phoenix with a double bulldog]

Lance: Renegade and JD Brady took on the Extinct Heroes, and this match was a typical streetfight type match. Best part of it was the end. The lights went out and someone or something beat the livin' hell outta everybody. Now THAT was cool.

[It shows a shot of the mat, with the word "RAGE" written out on it in what seems like blood.]

Lance: After that huge clusterfuck, we had Kyle Solomon vs. Silky Palms in, get this, a match for the goddamn SWF title! This great little contest was pretty exciting, and the end had Chris Davison interfere, so Silky won by DQ.

[Shows a picture of Kyle getting superkicked dead in the jaw by Davidson.]

Jayson: Looks like Scott Farcas isn't the ONLY one who takes it on the chin! Hahahaha...

Lance: Hehe, yeah. This gets 5 out of 5 for the actual match, but a DUD for the idea behind the match. Not like anybody BUT those two care about the SWF title...

Lance: Our next match was a REAL great match..haha yeah right, with Gavin Coens fighting the one and only J. Rimon Psychopa..err I mean J. Simon Rykopathe.

[Pic of Rykopathe making his way to the ring with chair in hand.]

Lance: I don't even think I have to hint at who won this one..Gavin stomped a mudhole in Rykopathe's ass, and tried to hang him afterwards too! Too bad he didn't finish the job..anyways this match gets...I dunno we'll say 3 out of 5.

[Shows an image of Gavin hitting the Cardinal Syn, then getting the 3-count by the ref.]

Lance: Now for the BIG surprise. The big mystery man was none other than...LOST SOUL. I would say something now, but I would probably get my ass fired, so I'll keep quiet. Trey was pissed at Lost Soul, naturally, and proceed to whoop his ass all over the ring, finally killing him off with the Flash of Pain through a table and onto something nice and sharp.

[Camera shows a still image of Trey hitting the trademark double arm DDT through the table. The screen then cuts back to Lance.]

Lance: Trey then went on to give this speech about how he loves Claire, and he asked her to marry him. Aw, do we really need ANOTHER wedding on HWF television? The match gets a 4 out of 5, the mushy stuff afterwards gets a DUD. And that ends this episode of "Sterling Says"!

[The audience applauds some for Lance, as the camera pans over and centers on Jayson again.]

Jayson: Thanks for that info on Suicide, Lance. And now, it's time for that contest I was tellin' ya'll about earlier. One lucky jabro..err.. person, will win this sweet ass Lance Sterling championship title belt.. worth a whole HELL of alot more money than I have in my pocket at the moment!

Lance: How much is that?

Jayson: A buck and a quarter.

[Laughs come from the crowd]

Jayson:[chuckling] Aw, go to hell.

Lance: Hehe..

Jayson: Anyway, let's get a shot of that title strap.

[The camera cuts to a shot of Lance's specially made world title belt. It's got diamonds encrusted ALL OVER the damn thing, a big "Lance Sterling" on the face, and pictures of Lance's face on the front and sides.]

Jayson: Hmmmm...

Lance: What?

Jayson: Hmm...

[Jayson looks at the picture of Lance on the belt, then at Lance himself. Then to the belt, then Lance. Then to the belt and to Lance once again.]

Jayson: It's true what they say after all..

Lance: Huh?

Jayson: Your nose DOES look ten times larger in real life!

Lance: !!!

[The crowd laughs]

Jayson: Hahaha..

Lance: FUCK YOU!!

Jayson: I'll pass.

Lance: Grrr....

Jayson: Anywho, here's how the contest works. During the rest of the show, we'll have people who can call in from home and try to answer a question correctly that I'm about to ask. If you get it right, you win this VERY fuckin' expensive peice of shit right here.

Lance: !!

Jayson: Down, boy. Anyway, when you think you've got the answer.. we'll give you a certain time to call in, and then we'll take your call live here in the studio so you can either embarrass yourself TOTALLY on national television by givin' a WRONG answer.. OR, you can become number one on everyone in your neighborhood's hit list by givin' the RIGHT answer! Sure, you'll have this belt to sport around ya waist, but how long will it be before everyone and their grandmother's tryin' to rob ya punk ass for it? Hahaha..

[Mixed reaction from the crowd.]

Jayson: So, here's the question...

[The words appear on the bottom of the screen..]

Lance: I'm part of them.

[Sterling flashes his smile.]

Jayson: Uh, no.

[Lance gives Jayson a dirty look, and Jayson smirks at him in response.]

Jayson: But, there's the question people. We want the two tag teams that debuted, and won the Tag Team titles the same nights they entered an HWF ring. Now, when you see this sign..

[Jayson points to the lower right corner of the screen, where on cue, a little picture appears of a "tXa" logo with a phone next to it.]

Jayson: Then you call the tXa's Corner hot line, at 1-800-TXA-2DAY. Then if you can get past the hundreds of other people callin' in like rabid wolves, and give the CORRECT answers, you'll win that sweet ass championship title.

Lance: Enough of all that, let's get to the GOOD shit!

Jayson: Da fuck? Calm ya happy ass down, Lance. We'll be right back, and when we come back, we'll have our first guest!

[Applause by the crowd, as the scene fades into another commercial break.]

[Fade back in]

Jayson: And now, without further delay.. HWF's very first Grand Slam champion, and fellow X-Treme Alliace member.. Michael fuckin' TREY!!

[Just then, the UNKLE Remix of "The World is Not Enough" hits the speakers, and the crowd gets to their feet. They start chanting "MI-CHAEL! MI-CHAEL!" as Michael Trey walks out from the back with Claire Matthews, and he raises his hands to the crowd. They cheer in response as Trey smiles. He and Claire then walk over to Jayson, as Jayson stands up to greet them. He gives Trey a firm handshake, and gives Claire a hug. They then go to two empty seats next to Sterling and take a seat. The music slowly dies down to nothing.]

Jayson: Yo Trey, what's up?

Michael: Jay... for the first time in awhile... NOTHING.

Michael: Other than the huge beating Lost Soul is going to get... Nothing.

Claire: ... I hate him.

Lance: I don't blame you. I hate him too!

Claire: It's just all the.... the mind games he played. I'm still trying to straighten things out.

Lance: The guy cuts interviews like this guy I used to work movies with...guy always talked like some kinda Dungeons and Dragons freak.

Jayson: Haha.. well alrighty then. Didn't he catch quite a mighty ass whoopin' LAST week by you though, Trey?

Michael: You betcha Jayson. In fact... I believe he was unconscious at least a couple minutes after that Flash of Pain onto the monitor....

Lance: You shoulda given him the Flash of Pain through...aw hell I dunno, throw the son of a bitch into the river or somethin' for all I care, just..KILL HIM!

Jayson: Yeah, really. So how long you intend on openin' these cans of ass whoopin' on his sorry ass? And more importantly, do you even HAVE that many cans??? You would think you'd save some space up in there for a box of cereal or a carton of OJ, or somethin'.

[Laughter comes from the crowd.]

Michael: He's gonna get the whole keg, for all the shit he did... right now, it's either him or me. I don't know what the fuckin' reason is that he decided to attack me first, but once of us has to go...

Lance: Send him back to wherever he came from! He's got a lot of goddamn nerve, coming back here thinking he's all big and bad. Just what DID that bitch do here the last time he was around..you know, a hundred years ago.

Jayson: Th' sad part was, Trey was still around at that time.

[Trey reaches over as if he's going to smack Jayson, but just fakes it.]

Michael: ... bastard. I was NOT. I'm not THAT old.

Jayson: Woah, watch it Mikey. This IS a table I'm leaning on, and you know what happens when we get near tables...

Michael: Sterling gets wood?

[The crowd busts out into laughter, then Claire slaps Michael, who laughs.]

Lance [imitating Buh Buh Ray Dudley]: JAYSON! Get the table!

Jayson: Hmmm.... hey Trey, can I start callin' you "Old man"?

[Jayson smirks]

Michael: If that means I'm Your Daddy, sure man. Hehehe

Jayson: Uhh... moving RIGHT THE FUCK ALONG...

Lance [imitating Dudley Boyz]: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssup?!?!?

Jayson: [looks to Sterling] Somebody smack him.

Lance: Bitch.

Michael [imitating w/ Sterling]: Waaaaaasssssssssaaa.... oh, damn, my bad. Hehehe..

Jayson: My god, it's contagious.

Claire: Ahem... uhm, boys?! What are we supposed to be discussing here, anyway?

Jayson: Ya know, I haven't a fuckin' clue. Hehehe...

Lance: Anything we want...because WE'RE TAKING OVER!

[Jayson then looks to Michael]

Jayson: SO, Trey.... still say you're just friends?

[Jayson smiles]

[Michael looks at Claire and the ring on her finger...]

Michael: .... yup.

[Sterling bursts out laughing]

[Michael smiles as Claire smacks him again and the crowd laughs.]

Jayson: Hahahaha.. she sure does love knockin' the eva-lovin' shit outta you, Trey. I can see this is gonna be one of those S&M relationships. With chains and whips and shit. Hehe..

Michael: Nah, that's just you and your blowup-doll girlfriends, Jay.

Lance: Ooooh...

[Jayson watches as Claire smacks Trey yet again.]

Lance [imitating Jim Ross]: Oh maw gawd! This is gunna be a slobbahrknockahr, fowks. Oh maw gawd! I cain't believe it, fowks. Oh maw gawd.

[EVERYONE starts dying laughing!]

Claire: Lance, you'd better not star in a movie where you need an accent...

Jayson: Hahahahahahahahahahaha! I never knew that Lance Sterling was such a fuckin' dipshit!

Michael: ... I did, Jay. Hehehe.

Lance: You rotten bastard! Not you Claire, that one over there. [points to Jayson]

Jayson: Aw... I'm not all that of a bad guy, am I?

[Jayson makes an innocent little face]

Michael: ....

[Michael busts out laughing.]

Michael: Sorry... I just couldn't be serious on that one Jay, hehehehe.

Jayson: Eh... I guess I'll let it slizide.

Claire: Once again... I'll try to get this thing back on track... Jay, when did the doctors say you can return to the ring? Any idea?

Jayson: Yeah, those rat bastards said I had some broken ribs and all this other dumb shit. Told me to lay off wrestlin' for like a month or so, so they can heal up. Then I'm free to go back and kill myself again!!

[Jayson cheeses from ear to ear]

Jayson: ANYWAYS, Claire... where do you see yourself and Good Ol' What's His Name here in say... like ten years?

Claire: Oh... god... I don't know. Hopefully he'll decide to quit by then and we can just settle, have a family, kids, picket fence, the whole bit. But... knowing him...

Lance: He'll kill himself long before that! [grins] Sorry!

Michael: Lance is probably right... tell me I didn't just agree with STERLING....

Lance: ...bastard

Jayson: Yeah, haha.. I can see Trey's kids now. He'll have triplets. Named Fire, Inferno, and Ember. Hehe..

Lance: What about Ash and Ice Box? hehe

Jayson: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

Michael [shakes head]: I hate ya'll... really, I hate ya'll!

Lance: Don't worry, the feeling's mutual....uh..what'd you say your name was again? I seem to have...forgotten. [smiles]

[Michael smiles wickedly.]

Jayson: I remember that show. "Good Ol' What's His Name". Hey, do we have a clip of that show? Let's see if we can get a clip of that rollin' real quick.

Michael: Then agian... at least my kids won't grow up seeing me in pornos... *cough*lancesterlingindirectorscunt*cough* ... hehehe [smiles]

Lance: ......jackass.

Jayson: MIKE! There's kids watchin'. Hehe...

Michael: WHAT?! I have a sore throat, I had to cough!

Lance: KIDS watch us?!? Good fuckin' GAWD! What is wrong with parents these days??

Claire: ... and I'm marrying this guy... what am I thinking?! [smiles]

Jayson: Haha, yeah. But hey, let's take a look at that clip now. Ya'll look at the monitor right there.

[Everyone turns to face the monitor, as a scene from "Good Ol' What's His Name" shows up...]

(Ice Box smacks Ash Trey upside the head)

Ash Trey: Oww! What'd you do that for?!

Ice Box: Stop being such a PUSSY!

Ash Trey: Pussy?

Ice Box: That's right.

Ash Trey: Hmph. I'll show you who's a pussy.

(Ash hops up from the couch and runs upstairs. Ice looks at the crowd and cocks an eyebrow. He walks over to the bottom of the steps, and looks up them.)

Ice Box: Eyo, what the fuck're y.....

(Ice Box's eyes suddenly get huge as hell)

Ice Box: OH SHIT!!

(Ice makes a fast break away from the stairs, just as a huge stream of fire shoots from up the stairs down to where he was just standing. Ice Box clears the couch and keeps running, as Ash Trey comes running down the stairs with a pack strapped to his back and a flame thrower in his hands. He begins pursuit on Ice.)

Ash Trey: Come back here motherfucker! I'll show you who's a pussy!

Ice Box: You insane fucking pyro! Cut that shit out!!!

Ash Trey: Stay still and fry, bitch!

(Ice Box scrambles over shit to get to safety, as his brother continues shooting blasts of fire from the flamethrower at him, setting random shit on fire in the process.)

[The clip then cuts off and cuts back to the studio.]

[Sterling dies laughing as soon as the clip comes to an end]

Lance: Not as much as our little skit where you dressed up as Blackjack. Now THAT was funny!

Michael: Yeah.... you guys are hilarious when you smoke crack!

Jayson: .........

Lance: ........

Jayson: Hey Trey, who was that girl I saw you with the other day.. all kissin' up on her and feelin' her ass and shit?? She had fire red hair and was a wrestler. It sure wasn't Claire!

[Jayson grins evily]

Lance: Hahaha...oh now THIS is gonna be good.

[Sterling pulls out a bucket of popcorn from seemingly out of nowhere, and starts to scarf it down]

Michael: .... hmm. I believe that'd be YOUR GIRL. Wait... you're too f'n ugly to GET a girl, so that can't be it. Damn... who was that?! Oh yeah, it musta been one of those hookers Sterling always has to buy himself. She musta wandered to me by mistake.

Lance: YOU FILTHY, ROTTEN, NO-GOOD, FIRE-BREATHING SON OF A...

[Claire eyes Michael up, trying to decide if he's serious. Meanwhile... the crowd dies laughing.]

Michael: Uhm... I mean... hookers? What're those?!

Lance: Hahaha, nice rebound there, Don Juan.

Jayson: Okay..... getting past the fact that I'm gonna kick your ass in the parking lot after this is through, you're admitting.. IN FRONT OF CLAIRE.. that you blatantly cheated on her?

[Jayson smiles, waiting for Trey's answer]

Michael: Uhm.... no. It was a JOKE.... there was no redhead. Well... I guess Starr kinda looks like a red-headed stepchild when I beat his ass, but other than THAT redhead.... I haven't seen any.

Lance: Oooh....

Jayson: Okay BiTCH, it's about to PERMANTLY be Lights Out for your ass...

[Jayson tries to hop the desk to strangle Trey, but Sterling holds him back.]

Lance: Settle down there, biatch. Your lord and master commands it.

[Jayson eyes Lance, then smacks him clean upside his head for that stupid ass comment.. then sits back down behind the desk.]

Lance: Bastard.

[Jayson looks at the camera.]

Jayson: We'll be back after these punk ass commercials. Don't you hate those damn things?

Lance: Unless its something about me, yeah I do!

[Jayson rolls his eyes as the camera fades to MORE damn commercials about shit you couldn't give a rat's ass about.]

[The scene fades back in from commercial]

Jayson: Now everyone, please welcome the one rookie in the HWF who's managed to totally DOMINATE the Hardcore Title division since day one.... Phoenix!!!

["Close the Door" hits the speakers and Phoenix walks out through the curtain to a chorus of boos. He is wearing his black corduroy pants and Lasek's SHXT shirt while carrying the hardcore title over his right shoulder. He makes his way over to the Alliance, hardly noticing the crowd, and then shoots a cold glance at Trey before taking a seat.]

Jayson: Hey Lance... why didn't YOU bring YOUR title? Hmmmm?

Lance: Its in my limo, bitch.

Jayson: Uh huh... and right now, your limo driver's probably usin' it for an ash tray.

Lance: Jackass.

Jayson: Yes, you are.

Michael: That's about all it's worth while Sterling's got it anyways... hehehe.

Lance: You bastard. It was your ass I beat to get that title, Trey.

Jayson: Hey, what a coincidence! Me too.

[Michael sneers and looks Phoenix's direction.]

Michael: Oh... great... it's Phoenix, the rookie who thinks he can tell me how to run my life. How are YOU, any-damn-ways?!

Phoenix: I'm just fine. In fact, I'm better than fine now that you and her are back together again. I mean, how great is it to know that Lost Soul was responsible for this whole mess and he was working right along side of me the whole time. A man, so close to myself, responsible for taking you down Trey, it's just great.

Michael: I cannot believe you even allow yourself to be associated with trash like Rykopathe and sick demented bastards like Lost Soul. What's worse is that you aren't just happy. You're PROUD.

Claire: You're no better than Soul is....

Phoenix: Hmph. Maybe now, you can get back to what matters rather than this sham of a wedding.

Michael: Sham of a wedding?! You know... you're a damn talented kid but you don't know a THING about life, do you?

Phoenix: Alright maybe sham isn't the best word, but who really cares about this. It's great that you two will run off and live your happy little life in your happy little home, but what about the ring, Trey. Hell, that's what made you famous and you're forgetting all about that.

Claire: The ring? Yes... the ring. The same ring that I've seen nearly kill him. Three times.

[Phoenix glares at Claire, and ignores her comment.]

Phoenix: As for the Anti-Heroes, we've taken a few hits, but we're fine. Just trying to get over Trev's condition, that's all. Now with Lost Soul stepping up to take his place, it's only a matter of time before we get back on track to take your three asses down.

Lance: Bwa-hahahahahahahaha!

Jayson: That'll be the day.

Lance: My dear Phoenix, you seem to forget what happened when we fought. If I recall...WE KICKED YO' ASS!

Phoenix: Yeah, you did beat our asses last time, plain and simple. I'm not going to lie, you guys won, but that wasn't an even Alliance-Anti-Heroes fight. I do remember that little incident where your bitch, Robinson saved you from me driving you through those chairs and that announce table.

Lance: Yeah well, I didn't ask for his help, so that doesn't count. We still pinned your asses in the middle of the ring; that's all the proof that we need as to who's better.

Michael: Not to mention...

[Opens his coat a little, revealing his tag belt around his waist.]

Michael: ... the belts don't hurt our case either Sterling.

[Michael turns in his chair to face Phoenix.]

Michael: Let me tell you something, rookie. I still do my job, just like you do. I still won a match this past week. I'm still entertaining the fans. More importantly, my life OUTSIDE the ring is starting to get sorted out, just like inside the ring. Now... tell me this... What, OH WHAT... what makes you think that I have changed in the least bit?!

Phoenix: I'm real proud of you Trey. Wearing that tag belt which has yet to be defended against any of us. But so what? I'm focusing on wrestling, and wrestling alone right now and look what it's gotten me. I've been the only person to carry the hardcore belt since the beginning of last October which is way longer than you've had it....

Lance: Oooooh....

Phoenix: It's only a matter of time before I take down everything else you've accomplished by wrestling, not by worrying about other, pointless shit.

Claire: There's one thing you'll NEVER match of Michael's, Phoenix.

[Sterling and Jay get perverted looks on their faces.]

Claire: NOT THAT, SICK BASTARDS!

Michael: She means the fact that I won the World Title within weeks of entering the HWF.... right?

Claire: ... right.

Lance: Yeah..he won my title.

[Lance wipes a tear]

Michael: I do believe back then you had your chance... "Maxx"... didn't you get your ass kicked by that one guy, Lukas Williams?! HEHEHEHEHE.

Lance: You filthy son of a bitch! I'LL KILL YOU!

[Lance tries to jump Trey, but Jayson holds him back. Phoenix ignores this, and continues to address Trey directly.]

Phoenix: Yeah, that's what i'm talking about. You won the title so soon when you beat Rykopathe and you kept winning it when it got away from you. When something bad happened, you worked through it and made your way back to the top, not worrying about things that set you back. You aren't that man any more. You're different whether you like it or not. You haven't had that title in three months.......

Phoenix: What's happened to you?

Michael: I realized that I cannot be one-dimensional forever... I still had other goals just as important that I wanted to achieve. Oh yeah... and assholes like Bisc Limpkit, Shawn Collins, and YOUR STABLEMATE got involved in my business and personal life!

[Lance yawns and stretches, waiting for the next move in this battle of words, as Jayson leans forward on the desk.. really into this argument.]

Phoenix: But whatever happened to proving you were the better man? What happened to taking out your aggressions out in the ring? I don't remember the old Michael Trey going around and attempting to decapitate his best friend or attempting to murder someone with a damn crowbar. Bisc should be dead by now and so should she. How would that look? Three time HWF champion, two time murderer?

Michael: I didn't do that to Bisc on purpose. I just was trying to hit his ribs and back, to knock him down a little while.... he moved... I didn't mean to put him into a coma! You KNOW that! And answer ME THIS: How would it look if I just abandoned my best friend in the ENTIRE world? Left her with a maniac, a lunatic?! Is that something a champion does? Does that prove I'm the better man?!

Lance: Now this is getting good. Hey Jay, popcorn?

Jayson: Sure. [grabs the box and takes it from Lance]

Lance: Hey!!

Jayson: Heh heh heh heh...[munch munch]

Phoenix: So it wasn't on purpose. That doesn't mean a thing. When a drunk driver runs down a little old lady who's walking two toddlers across the road, killing them all, was that on purpose? Of course not, but it still carries the same consequences. The same thing applies to you. Maybe you didn't try to destroy Bisc's life, but you did and now this whole mess is on your hands.........

[Michael stares hard at Phoenix.]

Jayson: [looks at the camera, as it focuses on his for a moment] For the record, tXa does NOT condone the EXTREMELY sick shit that's comin' outta Phoenix's mouth...

Lance [from behind Starr]: Yup

Phoenix: Don't condone it my ass. Hell, here you are sitting next to this sick blood thirsty murderous bastard and you're standing up for him. You guys work together with him so anything he does sticks with you guys too. If it wasn't for the fact that I don't think you've tried to kill anyone, you'd be no better than he is.

[The camera centers back on Trey and Phoenix now.]

Michael: No... this mess is on the hands of Bisc Limpkit, the hands of Shawn Collins, the hands of Silky Palms.... the hands of Lost Soul.

Phoenix: And as for abandoning her, Soul wasn't all that hard to find. He came out to talk to you before you nearly broke Claire's face and he openly admitted to what he did. All you would've had to do was ask him to step into the ring with you and I'm pretty sure he would have. There wasn't any need to drag the entire federation into your little problem.

Michael: Oh... but there was. Because I didn't know who did it. No idea.... and no matter what you say, Lost Soul was NOT openly admitting to the kidnapping until Claire escaped. I knew that I had to investigate everyone... it was like Jay said... what'd you say Jay, in the hospital last week?

Jayson: I said that you should suspect everyone. In this cut throat business, no one should really truly be trusted.

Michael: Exactly. And I followed that, and things all worked out, right?

Claire: Right.

Michael: So just WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM, Phoenix?!

Jayson: The question everyone's been waitin' for.

Lance: No fighting on the set, fellas. Don't make me get my bouncer out here to knock you both around!

[Just then, at the bottom of the screen, that logo of the "tXa" with the phone beside it appears.]

Phoenix: You wanna know what my problem is, I'll tell you. When I was scouting companies to join, I looked around and I came across the HWF. I saw this place as a haven for hardcore fighters like myself who wanted to do what it took to make the fans feel alive. I wasn't in it for the titles and I wasn't in it for the money. But the more I was here, the more I saw you three jackasses. You've lost touch with what it means to be a member of the HWF. You've forgotten what it was like to be on the wave of the hardcore revolution that this federation was. Instead, all three of you are guilty of forgetting what you're doing here in this place. We're here to impress fans. To make the fans enjoy themselves. Instead, you've all been guilty of falling into outside influences and politics rather than just going out there to put on a show. That's why I joined the Anti-Heroes. We want to stop this bullshit that you guys are spreading by running things your way. We want to bring this place back to its hardcore roots, not this theatrical production that you're putting on. It's you three that are destroying this place and we're here to stop the bleeding.

Lance: Oh please...dont give me that kayfabe bullshit. I've been impressing the fans when you were still learning the ropes! Let me tell you something, Phoenix, since you haven't been here long enough to know it yet. The three of us..we MADE the HWF. Before we came along, this place couldnt fill half the seats it is now. Thanks to us, this company has made waves throughout the wrestling world.

[Claire at this point has tears in her eyes, repulsed by hearing all of this. She stands abruptly and walks to Phoenix, face to face.]

Jayson: Hmmm?

[Phoenix stares back, a look of apathy in his face.]

Claire: You destroy the lives of other people, people you don't even know... all to "save" this federation? You.... fucking bastards. You.... you... [sobs]

[She slaps Phoenix SQUARE across the jaw, real hard. He begins to rub his jaw as she stomps offstage, yelling behind her.]

Jayson: WOOOOOOOOOAH!!!!!! And the fuckin' slap heard ROUND the world!!

Claire: Give that message to your stablemate... fucking bastards.... [sobs offstage]

Lance: I think she's a tad pissed, huh?

Jayson: Hey, Trey... shouldn't you go after her?

Michael: She needs a little time alone right now. Besides... I'm not done with Lost Soul's little friend here.

Jayson: [looks at the camera for a moment] .............well alright then.

Michael: He and his friends don't understand that everything Sterling said is true... and while we all built the HWF for different reasons, I have ALWAYS done it for the fans. ALWAYS.

Lance: Exactly. Thanks to US, not the kind of two-faced garbage you hang around. Rykopathe and his crew didn't do shit for this place, although they seemed to think they did.

Phoenix: You guys are legends. You guys did make this place. I can't argue with that because it's perfectly true. But your time is over. Hell, look at the Romans. They built the greatest empire known to man but by ruling it the same way, it collapsed and that is what you three are doing. You built this place up, but by focusing on what you want rather than what everyone wants, you're only going to force it back down to what it was. Maybe Rykopathe and Vic haven't done as much as you, but they have always done it in the brutal, ultraviolent, hardcore style that the HWF is known for. That's what we bring to the dance. Not any of this Hollywood glitz and glamour that you guys live off of.

Jayson: Damn Phoenix, you don't let up, do you?

Phoenix: I have no reason to.

[From offstage, you can hear Claire crying a damn river. And the crowd goes "awwww..."]

Lance: .........

Jayson: Trey, take your ass back there.

Michael: Yeah, I think you're right.

[Michael promptly gets up from his seat, and hurries off stage and into the back to talk to Claire. Jayson looks back to the audience.]

Jayson: Well anyway... let's take some questions from the fans. Kevin?

[In the audience, Krew member Kevin Bradley has a mic. A few audience fans raise their hands, and Kevin walks over to a young man with a shirt that says "Thunder: Feel the Thunder Bolt".]

Kevin: You have a question?

Fan: Yeah.. my question, rather comment, is for Phoenix. Phoenix, you say that tXa's doing nothing but destroying the HWF because they're for the fans. Well you need to think before you speak, man. If it wasn't for me, and people like me... if it wasn't for us, the fans, your sorry ass wouldn't be getting ANYTHING in terms of a paycheck. You'd be damn-near killing yourself every single week for NOTHING. See, the more happy we are, the more money we'll pay to see you. And the more money we pay to see you, the more money YOU get. So Phoenix, you should THANK us, because if it wasn't for us.. your paycheck would be the equivalent to two dollars and some pocket lint.

Jayson: Phoenix?

[Phoenix nods, as he looks at the fan]

Phoenix: That's exactly what I'm talking about. They say they're in this for the fans, but yet, they start talking about the money. Sure, you fans are the ones that end up paying the money that pays for our salaries, but it's so much more than that. You want to see blood and you want to see violence. You want to see people put their lives on the line every week. You don't want to pay for their seats just to sit there and listen to people like Starr and Sterling talking about how you made this place and how you used to be the greatest thing here.

[He looks at Jayson and Lance, and addresses them.]

Phoenix: Hell, we all know you three have made the HWF what it is, no doubt about that, but you've lost touch. You've fallen away from what the HWF stands for, pure, violent, hardcore wrestling, not a bunch of rich guys talking about their glory days. What us Anti-Heroes are trying to do is return this place to what it used to be. We are here to take this federation and put it back in the midst of the hardcore revolution that it once led. When was the last time you even thought about the fans as something other than a source of money? When was the last time you thought about going out there to the ring to put on the best damn show you could, just to hear the fans' reactions? It sure as hell hasn't been for awhile, but with us, we do that every damn week.

Jayson: Well personally, I do it everytime I lace up my boots. Sure, I love the big, fatass paycheck I get every week, but I do it for the fans just as much. If not more so.

[Lance nods.]

Jayson: Hey, let's take a caller on the tXa hotline. Or whatever the fuck it's called. Caller, you on the damn phone?

[Crowd laughs some]

Fan: Ummm... I wanted to know... if umm... Lance was gonna ever like... ya know... write a book or something.. that's like... based on his life?

Jayson: God, I hope not. Hehehe...

Lance: Bastard. As a matter of fact, theres a good chance that I might. But as of now, I still have more than half my life to live, and I won't be an idiot like some OTHER professional wrestlers who are authors, and write before all the juicy stuff has happened.

Jayson: Just make sure to omit th' porn part. [smirks]

[Lance smacks Jayson upside the head]

Lance: Fuck you.

Jayson: Bitch.

[He grabs a peice of paper sitting on his desk, and reads it.]

Jayson: Here's an email question. Supafly413@byteme.com asks: "Phoenix, where'd you get your name? Is it symbolic, or just some random name you picked that you thought'd be cool to have?"

Lance: My guess is, it comes from the fact that The Phoenix is mythological and doesn't exist. Just like Phoenix's wrestling skills.

[The crowd laughs, and Phoenix narrows his eyes at Sterling. Then he addresses the question.]

Phoenix: When I first began training over three years ago, my instructor was teaching me how to take falls and I never could get it right. I always landed wrong or on the wrong part of my body, but I could always get back up. Then, when I began to have regularly scheduled indy shows about two years ago, they tended to get rather violent. I did all sorts of things like falls count anywhere matches that would last for half an hour and go throughout the arena which basically meant I kept getting slammed on concrete for thirty minutes. But no matter how bad the fall looked or how badly I was hurt, I could always stand back up. It wasn't always pretty, but I could do it then and I can do it now. For that reason, my instructor gave me the name 'Phoenix' because I couldn't be killed or kept down.

Jayson: So, what was your name BEFORE that? Death Wish? Hahahaha....

Phoenix: Yeah very funny. Honestly, I just used to use my real name. No gimmicks, not messed up angles, no one telling me who to be, just me. Same as now, just with a different name. Just being myself and going out to do what I can is the only way I'd have it.

Jayson: Aight, cool. Now, we've got one of our cameras down on the streets tryin' to get some questions from some peeps on the street. Let's see what we've got.

[The camera cuts to a split-screen view of a kid about late-teens/early twenties and has a hat that says "Hard2TheF'nCore" on it.]

Fan: Hey, what's up? My question's for Lance.

Lance: Alright, go ahead.

Fan: Yeah, at what point in your life did you stop being Justin Storm's FUCK BOY and start actually generating ideas of your own and thinkin' for yourself?

[Lance's eyes widen in rage.]

Lance: FUCK YOU! You snot-nosed lil' motherfucker! For your information, Justin Storm and I both developed the angles that basically MADE the HWF. So, shut up you ignorant piece of gutter trash!

Jayson: Hahahahaha... a little peeved there, Lancy-boy? Anyway, let's see if we can't get someone else from the streets up on this sumbitch.

Lance: God, must we?

Jayson: Hahahaha...

[Camera cuts to another shot of a guy on the street. He has a pair of shades on, and a sleeveless shirt with the words "I am the way" on it.]

Fan: Yo, my name's Craig and I'm from Michigan. Phoenix, what got you started up in ya hardcore, suicidal-ass lifestyle of wrestling? [yelling in the background] DETROIT, WHAT?! DETROIT, WHAT!!!

[Jayson shoots the camera a look that clearly says "...da fuck?", then he turns to face Phoenix.]

Phoenix: Basically, the only reason I do this hardcore suicidal shit is because I can't do much else. You've seen my matches. You've seen that technical wrestling is not my strong point. All I can do is take beatings and put up with pain. And for the most part, this is all I've know. I got my ass kicked as a kid, I got my ass kicked in AIW, and I got my ass kicked in the HWF. The only difference is that I've actually been able to come out on the winning end of matches over here. And besides, I've taken those sick beatings and all that blood and pain for so long that it doesn't bother me anymore. I know there's a good chance I'm going to get hurt doing things the way I do them, but it just doesn't phase me anymore. It's not like I have anything or anyone else to worry about so I have nothing to lose taking those risks or the pain.

[Kevin walks up to another fan in the audience. It's a young lady who looks pretty good, and she's wearing a Phoenix halter top.]

Fan: Hello, my question's for Phoenix. I wanted to know, if you had any wrestling idols in your life? Like who you looked up to and said "I wanna be like him when I grow up".

Phoenix: I've never had any idols, ever. All idols are a waste of time to me. You look at them and you say to yourself, 'someday, I want to be that person.' But that will never happen. I'm not anyone else and I can never be anyone else. No matter how much you try to shadow someone and try to become just like them, you will never do it because you aren't them. In the end, you'll just end up wishing you were that good when you might even be better and not see it. Instead, I've just tried to live my life as me and do what I want to do without someone else's influence. So, no, I don't have any idols and I don't want to and have not become someone else, but I am me. I do things how I think they should best be done instead of what someone else has done. I am not that idol, I am me and personally, I think that is the best you can be.

Jayson: Cool... cool. We've got another caller. Caller, you're on tXa's Corner. What'dya want?

Caller: Oh shit, am I on? Word, It's your best buddy Blackjack! Just chillin holding down the Dirty South. So Jayson! Didn't I beat you twice in a row? Whats up with that?

Jayson: Oh god.... Blackjackass, what do you want? We're kinda busy here. Besides, the only reason you beat me was cause of a fuckin' fluke. As soon as I get better, bring your Buff Bagwell-lookin ass back and I'll be glad to hand it back to you. And anyways, you quit after Sterling whooped you and beat you with your own move. What's up with THAT? Hmm??

Lance: You mean he's still alive? Jesus fuckin' Christ, I thought he would have comitted suicide or something, after I BEAT him at Suicide. Heh, heh, heh. Hey, Blackjack, how's retired life treatin ya? Aint the same when you're not getting a big, fat paycheck from the HWF, is it?

Blackjack: [Ignoring Sterling completely] I've never heard of two flukes in a row Jayson. And, I'll be back, you can count on that.

[He abruptly hangs up the phone.]

Jayson: ..................rrrright. ANYway, let's check out another one of these emails.

[He yoinks up another peice of paper from the desk and reads it aloud.]

Jayson: Okay, here it is. SexyL2000@yahoo.com says, and I quote: "My name's Linda. I think Phoenix is sooooooo cute! Will he ever consider doing pictures for Playgirl or something in the future?"

Lance: Ugh... couldn't we've skipped that one?

Jayson: Yeah.. I'm kinda wishin' we would've.

Phoenix: She really wants to see me in Playgirl? I've been told I'm messed up in head for who knows how long. Hell, even right after I debuted in the HWF, Jeff Robinson was calling me a deranged psycho for a month so I think I know a little about screwed up brains. But never have I ever came across someone as twisted as this Linda person. So, no, there is no way in hell I'd do that shit. Besides, I have scars all over my body, a huge scarred gash under my eye and only one damn front tooth. I don't know who in the right mind would want to see me naked. I'll think I'll do us all a favor and keep my clothes on.

Jayson: Good thing, too. But, we've got another caller. Hey, what's up? And this BETTER not be Blackjack again!

Fan: Yeah everybody, what's UP?! I gots somethin' for Sterling.

Lance: ............

Fan: Man, I think you're GOD! You should ditch those bitches Trey and Jayson and go wrestle singles. You could RULE the HWF!!

[Lance grins from ear to ear]

Jayson: ....answer carefully, Lance. Your fate depends on it.

Lance: Well, as much as I would have to agree with you partially, I can do a lot more when I'm fighting alongside Jayson and Trey, than fighting against them. Together we DO rule the HWF, despite what anyone else says, and contrary to the internet rumors I am NOT leaving anytime soon.

Jayson: I bet you're glad. Cause if you ever double-crossed us......

[Lance cocks an eyebrow]

Jayson: [grinning] ...Let's just say they wouldn't find the body.

[Laughs from the crowd, as Lance flips Jayson off. Kevin walks up to a guy in the audience. He has a buzzcut, a purple hat, and a shirt that says "FOW" on it. Lance looks at the kid..]

Lance: Oh, god.. no....

Fan: Heeeeey dudes.... my names like.. Paul... and stuff.... and I'm like sayin'..... why don't you like.... bring Chris Goings back? He ruuuuules man... and like... he's the man.. and some shit.....[trails off]

EVERY SINGLE PERSON in the studio: WHAT!?!?!?

Lance: Security, have that dipshit removed from the premises IMMEDIATELY!!

[Sure enough, a security guard actually comes up, grabs the individual by the arm, and escorts him out of the studio.]

Lance: Can we uh, strike that comment from the show?

Jayson: Hahaha... no.

[Kevin goes up to a teen with a fucked up hairstyle and Trevor Lasek's "SHXT" shirt on. He stands up.]

Fan: Yeah, I wanna know... why the fuck are you tXa BITCHES even opposing the Anti-Heroes?! They're veterans, and they've got more hardcore experience in one of their pinky fingers than all three of you whores put TOGETHER! You can't fuck with them!!!

Jayson: WHAT!?!

Lance: BRONSON!!

Fan: Huh?

[From the back, Keith Bronson comes out and approaches the kid.]

Lance: Bronson, remove that son of a bitch, and rough him up a bit too.

[Bronson smiles as he cracks his knuckles and advances on the teen. The teen gets a scared look on his face and runs. Bronson keeps after him and chases him off camera and off-stage. The audience laughs as this happens.]

Jayson: Hehehehe... this shit is insane. Anyway, I think that's enough damn questions for today. BUT, we're not done with the calls yet.

Lance: Eh?

Jayson: Yep. That's right. It's time for the tXa's Corner contest of the month! Where you could win Lance's cool, yet grotesque, LS Championship Title!

Lance: Grrr...

[It shows a picture of the belt again]

Jayson: So call RIGHT NOW, 1-800-TXA-2DAY and you'd BETTER answer right! Hehehe... we'll be right back.

[Fade into stupid ass commercials.]

Jayson: 'Kay, we're back. And I think we 'ave our first caller on the line. Yo, you there??

Caller: Hello?

Jayson: Yo, what up? What's ya name and where ya from?

Caller: Oh, hi. My name's Mark, and I'm from Toronto, Ontario, Canada.

Jayson: Aight, and what's your answers?

Caller: Umm... is it, School House Rocks and The Starr Jammerz?

Jayson: Uh, no.

Lance: Starr Jammerz? Who the hell where they? Sounds like a couple of j-birds....

Jayson: [smacking Lance] ANyway.. no, it wasn't the Starr Jammerz cause I'm a part of them and I didn't just debut in the HWF at Born 2 Bleed last October. And School House Rocks? Pfft! Next!

Lance: Well, that guy missed the answer. Contest over. Nobody gets my prized belt I guess.

Jayson: IT'S NOT OVER, STUPID!

Lance: Aw...

Jayson: Dat belt is goin' bye-bye, bwah.

Lance: BiTCH. Okay, lets take our next caller.

[A clicking sound is heard]

Jayson: Yo, what up? You're on tXa's mothafuckin' Corner.

Caller: Am I on?

Jayson: ...........didn't I just fuckin' say that?

Caller: Who is this?

Jayson: What? Bitch, you called US, who da fuck is THIS?!

Caller: Ian.

Jayson: Well.. IAN.. you got a guess for our contest?

Caller: .....contest?

Jayson: Arrgh.

Lance: This guy's a real moron

[Jayson hangs up on the caller]

Jayson: Yo, you're on tXa's Corner. What up?

Caller: Yeah, can I get a large.. extra cheese.. sausa..

[Click!]

Jayson: NEXT!

Lance: Why do we get all the morons. Watch, next IT will make a call.

Caller: Hello?

Lance: tXa Corner, yo ass on th' spotlight. Whats th' dilly, yo?

Caller: Yeah, uh... is it Espionage and Storm Warning?

Lance: Espionage? Who the hell are they?

Jayson: Oooh... close, but nope. Good guess, though.

Caller: Fuck.

Jayson: Yeah, I'll say.

[Click]

Jayson: Yo, what da fuck ya want?

Caller: Yeah!! Wh'zup, it's Vinn...err... umm.... I mean... [changes voice].. my name's Wayne, and I want to answer the question..

[Jayson narrows his eyes, knowing who it is.]

Lance: I ain't giving him that belt!

Caller: The answer's...

[Click]

Jayson: Stay off the fuckin' phone, Vinny!

[Goes to next caller]

Jayson: Yo, you're on tXa's Corner. Who dis?

Caller: Robert.

Jayson: Yo, Robbie, you got the answer?

Caller: Is it AmeriKa's Most Wanted and The Heavenly Hansons?

Jayson: Fuck no!

Lance: The WHAT?!?

Jayson: No idea.

Lance: NEXT!

[Click]

Jayson: Whu'dup?

Caller: Is this tXa's Corner?

Lance: Nope, its the Lance Sterling Show!

Caller: Oh. I must have the wrong number...

Jayson: No no no... this is tXa's Corner. Lance's just being stupid. What's up?

Caller: Hi, my name's Angie. Is the answer Magnum Force and Storm Warning?

Jayson: YES! YOU GOT IT!

Angie: WHOOOOO!!

Jayson: Kiss ya belt goodbye, Lance.

[Angie is screaming like mad on the phone]

Jayson: I think she's happy.

Lance: Ya think?

Jayson: Yo Angie, stay on the line. One of our little j-bird operators'll tell ya what to do next. Aight? And congrats.

Angie: [calming down some] ...alright, thanks.

Jayson: No prob. [looks to the camera] Don't move a fuckin' MUSCLE, we'll be RIGHT back with Linkin Park!!

[The crowd cheers, and they fade into more FUCKING commericals!!!!! ARRRRRRRGH!!!!! *breaks shit*]

[Fade back into tXa's Corner]

Jayson: Okay welcome back to tXa's Corner. Now direct your attention to the right. Performing right now, here LIVE, doing a hit song from their debut album.. entitled "Hybrid Theory", please welcome.. LINKIN PARK!!!

[The crowd cheers and applauds as the lights dim down, and the camera pans over to the right side of the stage, where Linkin Park stands.. set up and ready to play.]

~Forfeit the game

~Before somebody else

~Takes you out of the frame

~Puts your name to shame

~Cover up your face

~You can’t run the race

~The pace is too fast

~You just won’t last

[With that, Linkin Park explodes with " Points of Authority". The audience is clapping in rhythm to the music as it goes on, and Jayson is bobbing his head to the music in his seat.]

Crowd [to the music]: LIN-KIN PARK!! LIN-KIN PARK!!

~You like to think you're never wrong...(you live what you've learned)

~You have to act like you're someone...(you live what you've learned)

~You want someone to hurt like you...(you live what you've learned)

~You want to share what you've been through...

~You live.. what.. you've.. LEARNED!

[After a few more moments of instrumental, the song finally comes to an end. The audience applauds and gives them a standing ovation for their performance. The lights come back on and the camera pans back over to Jayson.]

Jayson: Man, was that AWESOME or WHAT?!? Let's give it up one more time for Linkin Park!!

[The crowd cheers and applauds once more for them.]

Jayson: Yo, we'll be right back with my Top Ten and the "Of the Week"s!

[Scene fades out into commercials.]

[Fade back into Jayson in the studio, he has a little index card in his hand.]

Jayson: Here's my Top Ten for this week. This week's topic:

#10: Because his therapist said it was all in his head.

#9: He only THINKS he is, cause of his low self-esteem.

#8: UGH!

#7: Because Silky Palms' lawers say otherwise.

[Laughs come from the crowd]

Jayson: Hehehehe... number six...

#6: Because Claire said "he's not the man he used to be".

["Ooooooooh"s come from the crowd]

Jayson: Heh... hey, I don't make 'em, I just read 'em.

[Laughs]

#5: (see reason #8)

#4: Because TheRapist said it was all in HIS head!

[The crowd busts out laughing]

#3: (see reason #5)

#2: Because being in contact with so much damn fire all his life has "Stunted his growth", if ya know what I mean...

[More laughs]

Jayson: And the Number One reason Why Trey's NOT So Damn Sexy...

#1: Who?

[The crowd DIES laughing! Jayson smiles and throws the card in the air and it lands behind him somewhere.]

Jayson: Hey hey folks, tonight's been one CRAZY ass night to say the least. I'd like to thank everyone who showed up tonight on the show: Michael Trey and Claire, Phoenix, Linkin Park, and my co-host Lance Sterling. Now here's the list for the "...Of the Week"s:

Movie/Anime of the Week: Outlaw Star
Song of the Week: "Fuck the Police" by Dope
Game of the Week: Final Fantasy IX
Wrestler of the Week: Mayhem (That top rope DDT was WICKED!)
Match of the Week: Kyle Solomon Vs. Silky Palms
Phrase of the Week: "Uh, no."

Jayson: Damn, Mayhem! That's the second week in a row you've won Wrestler of the Week. You're on the ball, man! Anyway, catch ya'll this Saturday at Suicide. You BETTER watch it! I'm Jayson Starr, and I'm outta here!

[The crowd applauds as the scene fades out to the CC and tXa's Corner logos.]