((The blue HWC logo fades in the out as It's Going Down starts to play The Tiger is show riding in the parking lot on her bike then to Faygo and Wendell walk out the hall back stage. The stage and HWC-Tron are show as blue pyro works go off, the new Slaughter logo flashes for a few moments before showing Obake dressed to fight walking to ring to Chloe standing in the ring holding the Women's title up. Then onto Bulldozer choke slaming Ace-Man then Blood Dragon coming out and throwing Lumberjack threw the stage logo. The Slaughter logo comes up and flashes again this time spinning and flipping. It changes to the Finest besting up Smalls and Draven in his office to Mia standing on the ramp staring down Chaotica in the ring. It ends showing profiles of Seph and Soth, Amy, Rave and Enforcer. The Slaughter logo is showen one last time before fadeing out completely.))

((Camera opens up and standing in the ring is a dressed in baggy gray pants and a black tank top. The man's face os covered by a gray and black paintball mask. Then white pyro goes off in small blasts the Tank walk out from the back carring the slege hammer over his sholder. He then raises it above his head with both hands for a moment then brings it down on the floor before him. As he does so a large blast of red pyro exploids from behind him. Resting the hammer back over his shoulder he walks down to the ring getting a small pop.))

Eddie: It was decided eairly this morning from Autumn Lewis her self in a memo. A Jobber match will start off Slaughter from now on.

Travis: Which I find a wast of time, Smalls would never do anything like this.

Eddie: Well whether you like it or not Tank is taking on Air Raid, a new Jobber signed just a few days ago.

((Air look at Tank coming into the ring and points and laughs. Tank walks up to Air with his arms crossed when Air pushes him away causing him to trip and fall. Tank gets up and low blows Air, Air's eye cross and he bends over in pain. Tank takes this chance to hit a drop kick to Air's face, Air falls back now holding his jaw.))

Eddie: Rule number one, never laugh at a dwarf.

Travis: What's he going to do bite me in the knee caps?

((Tank goes over and grabs Air's leg to lock in an ankle lock but Air kicks him in the back of the head. Getting to his feet Air is brought down again by a leg sweet followed by a standing leg drop on Air's throat. Tank then climbs up top the ring post and waits for Air to get to his feet.))

Travis: He he Air is gasping for air.

((Air gets up and turns around looking for Tank but is hit with a flying headbutt. Air crumbles beneath it as Tank rolls to his feet. The crowd cheers for Tank.))

Eddie: Jobber or not the crowd seems to like Tank.

((Tank goes back over to Air who is still laying hurt on the mat and locks in a chinlock. Air struggles to get free but to no use. Just before Air can pass out from the pain Tank lets go and pulls him to his knees by his hair. Tank then hits the ropes and comes back hitting a burtal Rampage to the chest of Air. Air falls back not moving while Tank pins him. 1...2...3. The bell rings signaling the end of the match.))

Jean Fortello: Your winner..... TANK!!!!

Eddie: What a great way to start off Slaughter.

Travis: Says you!

Eddie: Who knows our next Superstar could come from one of these Jobbers.

Travis: That'll be the day.

((Possession by OTEP plays as out walks the BloodLust Slayerz to the deafening sound of boos. With them they are dragging someone behind them the persons head covered by a red cloth bag.))

Travis: Oh yes the match is starting early.

Eddie: This is not the match, but whos that they are dragging in.

Travis: Don't know, maybe they stole one of Faygo's corps. Who he was done with it.

Eddie: That was wrong and sick.

((Beowulf rolls the person into the ring and follows as Palimon grabs the mic away from Jean. The music cuts and all that can be heard is the booing from the crowd.))

Palimon: SHUT UP YOU BRAINLESS PEONS!!! I come to send a message not only to the Finest... oh wait I mean the HWC's Fowlest!

((The BLS are booed even more as Palimon laughs at it. Beowulf stands a few feet away holding up the covered man.))

Palimon: Yea I thought you would like that. Like I said I come to deliever a message to all. Now I have spent a week in one form or nother meeting oh I mean "beating" every member of the roster. And one thing I have noticed is we have anot of mask wearing freaks in this fed. As a vet I find this as an insult, we never had any wrestler that wore a mask and those that did were to cowardly to show their face, This started with someone calling him self "The Lurker" down to the HWC's Fowlest.

The crowd picks up the booing loudly again.)) Beowulf: SHUT UP!

Palimon: As I was saying, all these mask wearing freaks make me sick. And now this!

Beowulf pulls off the bag over the mans head showing it to be Air Raid the Jobber from eariler. Air seems more out of it then usal and is being held up by Beowulf.

Palimon: Another one of this mask wearing mindless monkeys. Due to the infulance of the Finest. How can you take pride in your country when your so heros are to scared to show you their face.

Beowulf: So to show you want we think of your kind and your heros, were are going to take it out on him!

((Palimon tosses away the mic while Beowulf pulls him into a head lock pulling him off the floor. Palimon then starts being away on him like he was a punching bag. Air thrashed his legs trying to get free. Then the crowd started to roar in cheers. When Palimon finally turned around he saw Patriot purched on the ring post. He then leaped off and hit Plaimon with a flaying headbutt. Beowulf drops Air Raid and grabs Patriot by the throat, before he could hit a choke slam on Patriot Ace-Man drop kicks the back of Beowulf. As Beowulf starts to get to his feet the Finest hit a Justice Is Served, an Ace's Wild on Beowulf followed by a 5 star frog splash on Palimon. The crowd cheers loudly as they climb out of the ring leaving the hurt BLS behind.))

Eddie: Did you see that!

Travis: I wish I didn't

Eddie: The Slayerz just learned a hard lesson of what Americains are like!

((Camera cuts to a Hard Wear commercail.)

Annoucer: Show your saport for your country and your favoret HWC heros when you buy either a Patriot or Ace-Man mask.

(Camera close ups on the two masks laying with other HWC mercendise.)

Announcer: Just in time for the holidays, $8.00 each. Buy Yours Now!))

Standard Match
Amy Jensen vs Quinn DeMarco

Eddie: This is an interesting matchup... It was originally going to be Ryan Mavrick against Quinn tonight.

Travis: Who cares? Amy's in the ring this week!

((Eddie just shakes his head in disgust. After the tinny pianoish opening of Andrew WK's Ready to Die, the King of Shootfighters emerges from behind the curtain and stares down the ramp. He starts walking down the ramp towards the ring. Climbing in Quinn walks to the far end of the ring and calls for a microphone. He quickly recieves one, and looks at those in attendance.))

Quinn: Alright, in a few moments, I have a match with a ghost. That's fine and dandy, but you see there's a Pay Per View coming up, and I won't be on it. That's fine and dandy. However, the Slaughter after the PPV, I'm issuing an open challenge to anyone in the back, one on one. Don't all of you speak up at once. With that out of the way... Amy, haul your bony ass out here so I can kick it.

((Quinn tosses the microphone outside the ring, and gets ready to take on Amy Jensen. 'Goin Breakdown' kicks over the PA, Amy comes bursting through the curtain, headbanging in time to the beat. She will walk towards the ring, singing along with the vocals to the song as she slaps hands with the fans. She then baseball slides into the ring and hops up onto the nearest turnbuckle. She then throws her arms wide as she sings along with the theme. She then hops off the turnbuckle and stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for her opponent.))

Travis: She's drop-dead gorgeous...

Eddie: No comment, you sick freak.

((As soon as she gets into the ring, Amy tears into Quinn, snarling and throwing wild punches. This isn't her usual style... But then, things haven't been normal ever since Amy nearly died. The majority of the punches miss, and the few that land aren't very effective. Quinn turns and nails her with a standing lariat, dropping her to the mat. She chokes, grabbing at her throat. Quinn doesn't seem the type to take pity on someone, and he's not. Anyone who saw his conversation with Jericho Dylan in Galveston, Texas saw first-hand what his temper was like. He hauls the HWC's resident Hellcat to her feet, then hits her with a scoop slam. But he doesn't go for a cover... No, he picks her up and hits her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. That seems to wake her up... She responds with a howl and kick to the gut. For a brief moment, Amy's former self shines through, nailing Quinn with a standing dropkick. But Quinn isn't even fazed in the slightest. She batters him with open hands, trying to make him go down. With a laugh that only serves to anger her, he turns his back on her! She slams into his spine and he drops to one knee.))

Travis: Go, Amy!

((Almost as if she heard him, Amy opens up and lets go. But Quinn seems oblivious, until she slams her knee into his nose. She starts prancing around the ring, laughing at him. Bad move... Reacting to the laughter with a roar, Quinn leaps to his feet and nails her with a running clothesline. The crowd gasps loudly. Amy lies motionless on the mat... Quinn goes for the cover. 1... 2... 3. The bell rings.))

Jean Fortello: Your winner, Quinn DeMarco!

((Quinn ignores the fans' reaction and walks backstage. The camera seems to lift, then settle as the man behind it shrugs in confusion.))

Eddie: Something's wrong. Amy shouldn't have lost like that.

Travis: You're right, Eddie. I daresay she hasn't completely bounced back from last week.

Eddie: That sounds about right.

((Camera cuts to Soth's dressing room. Soth is lacing up his boots getting ready for his match, with him is his brother Seph. A knock comes to the door and before the can respond in walks Smalls. Seph stands exspecting trouble, while Soth pays him no mind.))

Smalls: Just the man I'm looking for.

Seph: What do you want.

Smalls: A brief word with you Seph about this pit fight match or what ever.

Seph: Camelot Pit Fight Match yea what about it. Oh you're not taking this away from me! You signed the....

Smalls: Whoa whoa whoa, relax no one is taking this match from you. No one wants to see Harley get hurt more then me. Infact this will be the first time I ever root for that loose cannon Tiger.

Seph: Okay, so why are you here?

Smalls: To add more insult to injuery I want you to put your belt on the line. That ways when she fails she knowns she will never see that World Title again.

Seph: I like the way you think.

((Soth acting like they were never in the same room with him, finishes getting ready and grabs his belt heading for the door.))

Soth: Got to go kill someone.

((Seph and Smalls stand there watching as Soth passes between the heading for his match. The two look back at each other.))

Smalls: He worries me.

Light Heavywieght Title
Sothren vs "Hollywood" Johnny Rave

Eddie: Well, what a night so far.

Travis: Yep, and it's just getting started. I can't wait for Tiger vs. Harley Quinn.

Eddie: Why's that, Travis?

Travis: Cause I can't wait to see Tiger humiliated by losing in her own type of match.

Eddie: Well that remains to be seen. Now, we've got a match for the Light Heavyweight title.

Travis: No, the Black Title according to Sothren!

Eddie: Oh yes I forgot.

((The lights fade slightly as the opening strains of 'The Beautiful People' play. White strobes swing towards the entrance as the guitar kicks in. An explosion of pyro erupts all the way down the aisle and 'Hollywood' Johnny Rave strides to the ring. Slapping the hands of fans as he runs to the ring.))

Jean Fortello: Coming to the ring at this time from San Diego, California. Representing the Black List. Weighing in at 232 lbs. "Hollywood" Johnny Rave!

Eddie: The fans love Johnny Rave even though he's jumped the fence and gone to the Black List.

Travis: I have a feeling, Edwardo! I have it in the pit of my stomach. Tonight is going to be a Black List night.

((The lights go out as "Slither" begins to play over the PA system. Pyro explodes in a huge wall of red flame on the stage and four columns of flame erupt from the ring posts. Sothren walks out as the lights turn a crimson red. He walks slowly down to the ring as flames burn on the stage. He climbs into the ring and stands in the center raising a hand to the sky. Columns of flame erupt from the ring posts as the lights raise and the flames on the stage die. ))

Jean Fortello: Now coming to the ring at this time. He is one-half of the Tag Team Champions, The Kindred. He is the current Lig… uh… Black Title Champion. Weighing in at 246 lbs. Sothren du Lac!

Eddie: That is an evil, vile, sadistic, creature.

Travis: And that's just his good points!

Eddie: Indeed, Johnny Rave better watch it tonight or he maybe dancing with the devil.

Travis: Like Sothren says 'he cannot be denied' and tonight he may just deny Johnny Rave the title.

((The bell sounds and Sothren immediately goes to the attack. He spears Johnny Rave to the ground and begins pummeling the hell out of the smaller superstar. The referee goes into warn Sothren about using the closed fists. Sothren pushes him away and threatens him then goes to choking the life out of Rave. The ref goes back to warning Sothren and is giving him a five count. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… that's it. The ref pulls Sothren off and Sothren intimidates the ref into the corner. Johnny Rave lifting to all fours now as Sothren turns around. Rave charges but Sothren turns away just in time for Rave to tattoo the referee in the corner. Sothren grabs Rave from behind and nails a jumping neckbreaker.))

Eddie: Ooo… bad ass move by the dark half of the du Lac's!

Travis: Ouch! I changed my mind. Maybe it ain't a Black List night!

((Sothren rolls back on top and with out the ref he begins to pummel the stuffing out of Johnny Rave once more. Rave's nose is busted, blood pours out and Sothren just continues. He rises up as Rave coughs blood running into his mouth. Sothren begins taunting him, slapping the top of his head and continually jeering him. Just then the fans go into an eruption of cheers as Sephiroth walks onto the rampway. Sothren looks up and his face is in shock as Sephiroth stands observing Sothren.))

Eddie: What's this? Why is Seph here?

Travis: I don't know but business is going to pick up.

((Sothren stands there as if mesmerized for a second before Sephiroth just nods to him in an almost observing way. A grin streaks across Sothren's face as the crowd begins to roar. Sothren hops out of the ring and then proceeds to reach under it. He pulls out a table first and throws it in the ring, next a chair tossing it in easily enough, then, finally, a trash can which also ends up in the ring. Sothren climbs in smiling almost sadistically as he puts a table on one of the corners away from the referee. Sothren picks up Rave and goes for an irish whip… Rave reverses… Sothren reverses the reversal and Rave smashes into the table shattering it. Rave lays there unmoving as Sothren stands and looks at Sephiroth.))

Eddie: My god! Sothren just ran Rave into that table head on!

Travis: And he's out!

((Sephiroth shakes his head as Sothren turns back to Rave. Sothren picks up the trash can setting it up in a certain way. Sothren picks up Rave who is pretty limp but still awake. Sothren sets him up and nails the "Devil's Dance" right on the trash can embedding Rave's face in the aluminum metal. Sothren rises smiling and looks at Seph.))

Travis: That's it! You blew it, Rave! You screwed up! You ruined the Black List perfect night, you asshole!

Eddie: But, the ref is still out. Rave knocked the ref out.

Travis: So, there is still a chance! Harley! Enforcer! Somebody! Get out here and help!

((Sephiroth nods again as Sothren moves to the chair. He sets it up and moves to Rave. He lifts Rave on his shoulders holding him in a reverse Torture Rack. He stands on the chair and looks at Sephiroth. Sephiroth nods and begins to smile himself. Sothren releases and drops into a stone cold stunner like move that drives the neck of Rave right into the back of the chair. Rave begins clutching his neck and coughing unable to breathe, unable to speak.))

Eddie: My god! What the hell was that?

Travis: Oh my god! That's going too far! Somebody come out here! Help!

((The ref wakes up unaware of the carnage that has just transpired and calls for the bell!))

Jean Fortello: Your winner as the result of a disqualification… SOTHREN DU LAC!!!

Eddie: Well thank god the match is over!

Travis: You called that a match! It was a massacre!

((Sephiroth begins to walk to the ring as Sothren bows on one knee before him. Sephiroth gets in the ring and stands before Sothren as Sothren bows his head like a knight unto his lord. Sephiroth puts his hand on Sothren's head. Sothren looks up at his brother and Sephiroth nods . Sothren rises and the two leave the ring as the ref calls for medical attention.))

Eddie: What was that all about?!

Travis: I don't know. Every week things just keep getting weirder and weirder. I have a good mind to complain!

Eddie: You do that Travis… we'll be back!

((The Cushion is seen sitting in the locker room, Mavrick walks up and sits next to him setting a coolier down at his feet. He bends down to open it as Cushion watches him.)

Cushion: What you got there cowboy?

Mavrick: Some ice cold Diet Pepsis. Want one?

Cushion: Well I make it a point not to touch anything diet but yea okay.

(Mavrick pulls one out of the coolier and hands it to Cushion. Cushion opens it and starts to chug.)

Mavrick: Why's that scared it will suck the fat out of you? Hold that though I have to get my bag.

(Mavrick walks out to get his duffle bag. Cushion finishes the Diet Pepsi and lets out a satified sigh. He then stands and walks away ro put the can in the trash. A fan wanders in, he looks like Cushion but much much thinner. He sees the Pepsis and sits down where Cushion was, he grabs a can and starts to drink. Mavrick returns and drops his bag and his jaw at the sight of the very thin Cushion. The fan doesn't notice him.)

Mavrick: You weren't kidding.... no more Diet Pepsis for you!))

Handicap Match
Armageddon vs BloodLust Slayerz

Jean Fortello: The following is a Handicap Match. First to ring.......

((A holy choir sounds over the PA as the arena is awash in yellowish light. As Disturbed pounds through PA, Armageddon steps from the back and walks to the ring. He is focused and steady, ever diligent to do God's work. Once the chorus kicks up, He throws his arms wide as if Heaven itself is speaking to him.))

Jean Fortello: ...ARMAGEDDON!!!

Eddie: This match should prove interesting. The burtal Armageddon takes on what is being called the "Two Man Horde."

Travis: Smalls always knows how to get the best talent and sign the best matches.

Eddie: This match could go either way.

Travis: As much as I love Armageddon's handy work i'm going to have to go with Smalls' new guns.

Jean Fortello: And his opponents from Norway, they are the....BLOODLUST SLAYERZ!!!!

((Armageddon's music fades as he stands in the middle of the ring waiting. The lights go out. Before the music plays a deep voice of Beowulf say "Summon The Drums of War." The beating of drums start as thier theme does, followed by the crwod brusting into boos. The HWC-Tron show scenes from battles some look like their are from LOTR and others of them leading the charge. As the music gets faster there is a large blast of red pyro going off like a cannon, before the smoke clears BLS come running to the ring threw it letting out a battle cry. They slide and or jump into the ring waving their weapons and trash talking the crowd feeding off their haterid. The ref aproched BLS and takes thier weapons from him. The bells rings as BLS circle around Armageddon who is still standing motionless.))

Travis: Here we go!

Eddie: Armageddon my be burtal but I think he's out matched tonight.

((Palimon stands in front of Arm while Beowulf looms behind him. Palimon fakes a move while at the same time Beowulf grabs Arm in a bear hug from behind. Arm bends over pulling Beowulf off his feet from there he grabs Beowulf by the head and throws him from the hold and at Palimon who goes to rush Arm. Both men are knocked down as Arm stands looking down on them.))

Travis: Wow did you see that?

Eddie: I think Slayerz are out of their leage here.

((Now angered Beowulf gets to his feet and takes a swing at Arm but he doges the blow and punches Beowulf in the gut knocking the wind out of him. Once dazed Arm grabs Beowulf and pulls him into a Gorilla Press Slam. Palimon is next to his feet but Arm spins around and hits him with a closeline from hell. Palimon is left laying on the mat holding his throat. Arm shakes his head and pulls Beowulf to his feet and heads over to the turnbuckle.))

Travis: What already?

Eddie: Arm is ending this quickly.

((Arm climbs onto of the ring post with Beowulf and delivers the Last Rights. Arm then covers Beowulf with a weak pin. 1...2...3. The bell rings as the ref raises Armageddon's hand up.))

Jean Fortello: Your winner.... ARMAGEDDON!!!

Eddie: Armageddon just sent a burtal message to the back. I don't think anyone can face up against this big man with The Tiger by his side.

Barbwire Hardcore Match
The Tiger vs Harley Quinn

Eddie: Well here you are Travis, this will be the most burtal and blood match of the year so far.

Travis; And finaly bring forth the end of The Tiger:

Eddie: She's a cat and she has proven time and time again that this cat has more then nine lives.

Travis: I hate cats!

((The camera cuts back to the ring, where the ring crew is just finishing up stringing the razor-sharp barbed wire. There are already four metal trash cans in the ring, filled with various nasty-looking items, along with the referee.. The camera then cuts over to Eddie & Travis.))

Eddie: Folks, this next match, well, it's not going to be a pretty sight. You may want to send the kids to bed.

Travis: Oh come on, Eddie! This match has everything I could want! Two hot chicks doing their best to maim and mangle each other? I'm already excited!

Eddie: Try not to drool on your notes. Well, it looks like the ring crew is finished, and we're ready for this match. more or less. Let's take it to Jean Fortello!

((The camera switches to ring announcer Jean Fortello, who starts toward the ring, as usual, but stops when she sees the barbed wire. Instead, she opts to do her duties from beside the ring.))

Jean: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Hardcore Barbed Wire match. set for one fall!

((The lights go black as various searchlights go over the crowd. "Square Dance" by Eminem begins to play as a huge bright light comes from behind the four members of te mafioso. There silhouettes the only thing that shows until all the searchlights land on them. The lights raise as they all go down to the ring.))

Jean: Accompanied to the ring by the Mafioso, from the Black Light section of the Jersey Shore, weighing 165 pounds, the leader of the Black List, Harley Quinn!

((As they reach the ring, Reno & Rude carefully take hold of the barbed wire and pull it open, and Harley carefully climbs into the ring as her music fades.))

Eddie: I've got a bad feeling about this!

Travis: Don't say that! Didn't you see the Star Wars movies? Every time somebody said that, something bad happened!

Eddie: This is IS a hardcore barbed wire match, you know! Something bad is bound to happen!

Travis: Only if Harley looses! I've got a hundred riding on her!

(("Better Than You" by Metallica hits on the PA, with white & green lights flashing to the beat. The Tiger steps out onto the stage and shows her left side at first flexing her left arm showing her muscles and her tribal tattoo that goes from her shoulder to her wrist.))

Jean: Her opponent, from St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 175 pounds, The Tiger!

((At the sight of her opponent, Harley reaches into one of the trash cans and pulls out a 2x4 with one end wrapped in barbed wire. Tiger just glares up at her as Harley stands ready to swing. Tiger starts to climb up, and Harley forces her back with a swing from her deadly weapon. What Tiger doesnt' see are Reno & Rude, sneaking around toward her from either side. As Tiger again starts to climb into the ring, Reno & Rude suddenly charge and attack Tiger! She turns to Reno and launches her fist into his face, sending him reeling backwards. Rude clubs at her from behind, knocking her off balance. Reno comes back and kicks her in the midsection, and they both grab her and slam her face into the barbed wire! Already bleeding, the Tiger is then rolled into the ring by Reno & Rude, to the waiting Harley.))

Eddie: This isn't right! Reno & Rude aren't in this match!

Travis: Hardcore rules, Eddie boy! As you like to say, it's as legal as a top wristlock!

Eddie: That doesn't make it right....Harley now going to work on Tiger with that nasty looking 2x4, wailing away on Tiger's back! Tiger is struggling to get to her feet, but Harley is relentless...wait a minute, the Tiger is on one knee...she's got that look in her eyes!

Travis: Uh oh, I know that look! Run Harley!

((Tiger, seemingly oblivious of the blows to her back and the blood trickling down her face, forces herself to her feet. Harley steps back in utter shock as Tiger turns to face her with a rage boiling to the surface. Tiger roars and pounces on Harley, who drops the 2x4. Tiger begins raining blows down on Harley's head and face, screaming incoherently. After a good ten seconds, Tiger gets up, and raises her fists into the air with another roar, and the crowd, seeing the old Tiger now, cheers wildly.))

Eddie: Batten down the hatches, folks, the Original Wildcat is back!

Travis: And that's something to cheer about? I liked her better when she was walking around like a zombie! At least then she wasn't trying to kill everybody!

Eddie: Well I, for one, find it refreshing to see her showing some of her old fire... wait a minute, Harley is back on her feet...she grabs Tiger from behind...OH MY GOD! Inverted DDT on the 2x4! Tiger is bleeding like a stuck pig!

((Tiger is laying with her head on the 2x4, her blood almost gushing from the wound caused by the barbed wire. When Tiger tries to move, the barbed wire is actually stuck in the back of her head, and moves with her. Harley grabs Tiger by the hair and pulls her into a sitting position, and the barbed wire pulls free, taking some of Tiger's hair and a bit of flesh with it, causing her to bleed even more. Harley signals to Reno & Rude, then reaches into a trash can and pulls out a sledge hammer. Rude slides a folding metal chair onto the ring, and Harley sets it up in the middle of the ring and lays the sledge hammer nest to it. Then she turns and grabs Tiger by the hair and drags her to the chair, laying her head across the seat. The crowd boos loudly as she picks up the sledgehammer again.))

Eddie: Travis, I don't care what you say, this is just wrong! This has to stop!

Travis: Oh, lighten up, Eddie! Harley's just taking care of business as only she knows how!

Eddie: you're sick, Travis, just plain sick....Harley hefting the sledgehammer now... raising it up.....TIGER MOVED! TIGER MOVED!

((Tiger rolls out of the way at the last possible second, and the sledgehammer hits only the chair, making a loud CLANG and bending the chair hideously. Tiger suddenly leaps to her feet, to the roar of the fans, and starts slugging away on Harley, who drops the sledgehammer. Tiger grabs Harley and whips her to the barbed wire ropes, and Harley lets out a scream as the razor sharp wire digs into her back, and staggers forward, right to the waiting Tiger, sets herself and...))

Eddie: Click...Click...BOOM! Harley goes down! Tiger with the cover...1...2..No! Harley just got the shoulder up!

Travis: YES! Come on, Harley! Show this freak why you're the leader of the Black List!

Eddie: Tiger back to her feet, Harley up to one knee....Tiger going to a trash can...and dumping it out!

Travis: Not good...not good at all...unless Tiger's going to help clean up the arena after the show!

Eddie: I doubt that very seriously....Tiger is now wedging the trashcan in the corner... Harley now shakily to her feet....Tiger grabs Harley, goes for the Irish whip...Harley reverses...TIGER INTO THE TRASH CAN!

Travis: Right where the trash belongs! ((snickers))

((Tiger rebounds off the now-mashed trashcan and staggers, turning towards Harley. Harley executes a handspring, locks her legs around Tiger's neck, and nails a textbook Frankensteiner. Tiger bounces up, then collapses to the mat. Harley goes to another trashcan, reaches in and pulls out a small canvas bag. Reno, on a signal from Harley, reaches under the ring, pulls out a sheet of plywood, and slides it into the ring. Rude, meanwhile, is sliding another folding chair into the ring. Harley undoes the string on the bag, holds it aloft over Tiger for a moment, then dumps out it's contents on her... thousands of THUMBTACKS!))

Eddie: Oh my god! I'm really not liking where this is going! Travis: That's okay Eddie, I'll like it enough for both of us! GO FOR IT HARLEY!

Eddie: You are one sick puppy....Tiger now coated with thumbtacks...Harley laying that board on Tiger...and stomps it a few times! That woman is just pure evil!

Travis: Pure evil? You mean pure genius! This is gonna be great!

((After a few more stomps, Harley turns and dumps another trashcan. She then starts positioning the chair on top of the up-ended trashcan. What she doesn't see behind her is Tiger, starting to stir, grabbing the board on the edges and pushing her feet underneath her and peeking around the edge. Harley climbs carefully up first on the edge of the can, then, with an awesome show of balance, onto the chair! She signals to the crowd, then launches herself into a moonsault. Tiger, waiting for this, suddenly moves aside, taking the board with her and leaving a large pile of thumbtacks. Harley, not seeing this, expects to crash into the board, but instead lands face-down, RIGHT ON TOP OF THE THUMBTACKS, eliciting a "HOLY SHIT" chant from the fans.))

Eddie: DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN!!! Harley just turned herself into a human pin cushion!

Travis: (Cringing) I guess I can kiss that hundred bucks goodbye!

Eddie: you may be right, after a move like that...Harley is writhing in agony....Tiger is picking up the folding chair, and now SHE'S climbing onto the trashcan! Harley struggling to her feet....Tiger throws the chair at Harley and leaps....HARLEY SIDESTEPPED! TIGER LANDED ON THE BARBED WIRE!!!! Tiger's plan backfired, big time!

((Tiger lays draped across the top strand of barbed wire, and is now bleeding profusely from several cuts. Harley takes a moment to brush away some of the thumbtacks, and each one she brushes away leaves a small bloody circle in her skin. She then turns hate-filled eyes to the prostrate Tiger. She gets a maniacal gleam in her eyes, and turns to the last intact trashcan. She turns it upside down, and once again climbs on top, with the chair in her hands, all the while eyeing the Tiger.))

Eddie: Oh no, she's not! This is too much!

Travis: Oh yes she is! GO FOR IT HARLEY!!!!

Eddie: The Tiger is trying in vain to free herself from the barbed wire....Harley leaps... OH MY GOD!!!!!!!

((Harley, The chair in both hands, leaps off the trash can and lands full force across Tiger's back. The force of her crashing down and their combined weight is too much, and the barbed wire snaps, sending both contestants crashing to the floor. The barbed wire instantly coils up, lashing itself around both wrestlers and cutting them savagely. They both lay motionless at ringside. Rude & Reno stand stunned at the actions of their boss.))

Eddie: Dear god in heaven! This is horrendous! The referee begins the count...1...2...3... 4...5...6...7...8...9...10!!! A double count out!

Travis: For the first time in a very long time, I don't know what to say!

Eddie: And for the first time in a very long time, I agree!

((The referee signals to the back, and paramedics come out and begin to gingerly extract the two warriors from the tangled mass of barbed wire. Reno & Rude stand by, looking helpless. Johnny Starr comes around, trying to get some sign of consciousness from Harley. Obake hurries down, yelling at the paramedics to hurry up and get them out, then the scene fades to commercial.))

((A small vignette for Christmas Chaos is shown. It shows chaotic shots of Amy Jensen doing various moves as Saliva's 'Always' is played in the background. It shows her face when Hans read the diary, and then shows a shot of Amy in a dessicated warehouse. She is wearing all black, with black fishnet stockings. Josey's Scott's vocals are heard like a ghost's voice)

Saliva: I love you, I hate you, I just can't get around you, I love you, I hate you I just can't live without you, I breathe you, I taste you, I can't take this life of solitude..

(It then segues into shots of Jeff in past matches, showing him delivering moves like the Wylde Ride, clotheslining foes, getting pinfalls as the song continues. It then shows him staring at Amy as she passes by, after a particularly vicious prank. It then shows a shot of Jeff walking up to Amy in the warehouse. Josey's voice is heard as Amy looks away from Jeff as he stares into her)

Saliva: I love you, I hate you, I just can't live without you, I just can't take anymore, this life of solitude, I pick myself up off the floor, and now I'm done with you....

(The camera fades into a ad for Christmas Chaos, sponsored by Subway Sandwiches and Mountain Dew. See the Sibling Rivalry blow up only on PPV!))

World Title
Enforcer vs Faygo Joe

Eddie: Well, folks, it's time for the main event here on Saturday Slaughter... Faygo Joe defends against The Enforcer.

Travis: A worthier candidate I have yet to see.

Eddie: I have to agree with you there, Travis. The Enforcer deserves this match.

((Travis just grins, finding no fault with Eddie's statement, for once. Saliva's "Click Click Boom" rips across the airwaves, making the crowd jump to its feet and start boo'ing. But it's half-hearted at best, for The Enforcer is an amazing competitor. The Enforcer walks out onto the stage, glares at the crowd as he pauses at the top of the ramp and then focuses on the referee and steadily stalks to the ring never breaking eye contact until he's in the ring. He's pacing like a caged animal, his Hardcore title glinting in the arena lights.))

Eddie: Enforcer ready for a fight here, Travis...

Travis: Yes, he is. I hope he wins.

((What he doesn't say is that this would seal the deal for the Black List to be on top of the HWC. "Double X Minus" hits the PA and Faygo Joe come strolling out into the arena, pushing a wheelbarrow. In the wheelbarrow is Faygo's manager, Bridget Morgan. Bridget is the pale-skinned hottie that Faygo Joe met one fateful night at an old cemetary. The two have been together ever since. Joe wheel's his barrow down the ramp and parks it next to the ring. He gives his companion a loving kiss on the cheek before entering the ring and hopping around like a jackass. The Enforcer nails him with an arm to the back of his head and the bell rings. The Enforcer gives him a standing clothesline that drops him like a stone, much like the same move did to Amy earlier in the night. The HWC World Title belt gleams in the wheel barrow, draped carefully around Bridget's dead and decomposing waist. Enforcer slams Faygo into the ringpost, then howls and goes in for the kill. But Faygo somehow manages to wriggle away from the assault, sneaking up behind him. With a tap on the Enforcer's shoulder, Faygo Joe hits him with knife-edge chops. The crowd "WOO!"'s with each one. Somehow, The Enforcer winds up outside the ring near the wheelbarrow. Faygo eep's and slides out to stop The Enforcer from harming his lovely Bridget. Enforcer turns and rolls Faygo back into the ring after hitting him with an open hand upside the head. Back in the ring, Faygo gets up fairly quickly and nails Enforcer with a standing dropkick that sends him windmilling backward, hitting the ropes. Faygo meets him halfway with a clothesline across the throat. Enforcer starts coughing and choking.))

Eddie: I don't care if he's in the Black List... That's got to HURT!

Travis: Agreed. I just hope he can recover and win the match.

((Eddie just shakes his head, silently agreeing with the jackass he's been saddled with as a broadcast partner. The Enforcer is still coughing and trying to clear his throat. Faygo presses his advantage, homing in on that damaged windpipe. But Enforcer gets to his feet, and surprisingly, the crowd gives him a moderate cheer! He blinks and looks around, then goes back to work on Faygo's back, which he was able to hit with a solid kick. Both men give it their all, Enforcer finally getting the upper hand. He drops for a cover. 1... 2... Faygo gets his shoulder up. Not one to let this set him back, Enforcer continues the assault, again only getting a 2 count. Still keeping his cool, he tries again. But yet again, Faygo somehow gets his shoulder up! NOW he's getting frustrated... He cuts loose and makes Faygo drop to his knees, crying and begging for mercy. He snarls something that comes across as "Mercy is for the weak, FUCKFACE!" and continues his assault. While the referee's back is turned, trying to keep Faygo in the ring, The Enforcer seems to say "Fuck it!" and beckons toward the back. Out comes good old Scott Mercer, brandishing a 2x4. While The Enforcer keeps the referee occupied, Scott brains Faygo with the plank. Faygo drops like a stone, in the middle of the ring. Enforcer goes for a cover, but...))

Eddie: FAYGO JOE KICKED OUT!!!

Travis: HOLY SHIT! HOW'D HE MANAGE THAT?!?

((Good question. How DID he kick out of a brain-shot with a 2x4? It's quite simple, really. Scott missed, and only hit Faygo's shoulder. Faygo resorts to a simple move and fells the big man with a drop toehold. Grabbing a handful of tights, he holds him in place. 1... 2... 3! By using one of the oldest tricks in the book, Faygo Joe somehow manages to keep the HWC World Title!))

Jean Fortello: Your winner, and STILL HWC World Champion, FAYGO JOE!

((Faygo hops around in the ring like a total jackass, belt held above his head. He wheels Bridget to the back, hooting and hollering as he goes. Back in the ring, however, it's a different story. The Enforcer stands in the middle of the ring, holding the Hardcore Title in one hand. He rolls out of the ring and walks very slowly to the top of the ramp. Looking back over his left shoulder, he heaves a huge sigh and seems to deflate. The camera focuses on his right hand, the one with his belt. As if in slow motion, the fingers on his right hand open, one at a time, letting the belt go. It hits the ramp in a flurry of leather and gold, title panel glinting mockingly in the lights of the arena. The camera zooms in on the fallen belt, not catching The Enforcer's departure. He just walks through the back, paying nobody any heed. Other wrestlers call out to him, only to be ignored. They're left standing there, scratching their heads in wonderment. Back at ringside, Eddie and Travis just look at each other.))

Eddie: You have to wonder what he's thinking right now, Travis.

Travis: I know... I still can't believe he lost.

Eddie: I don't think it's sunk in for the rest of us either.

Travis: This has been one STRANGE night here, folks. And I think that's putting it mildly.

Eddie: For Travis Best, and the rest of the HWC, I'm Eddie Daniels. Goodnight and we'll see you at the Pay Per View.

Close this off how you will...

(The transmission dies and as the scene fades.Copyright 2002, Hardcore Wrestling Corp.)