((The blue HWC logo fades in then out as It's Going Down starts to play The Tiger is shown riding in the parking lot on her bike then Ace nearly running over Creeper. 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 the ring, then Chloe standing in the ring holding the Women's title up. Then onto Bulldozer choke slamming Ace-Man then Blood Dragon coming out and throwing Lumberjack through the stage logo. The Slaughter logo comes up and flashes again, this time spinning and flipping. It changes to the Finest beating up Smalls and Draven in his office to Amy and Jeff beating on each other then kissing. It ends showing profiles of Seph and Soth, Amy, and Enforcer. The Slaughter logo is shown one last time before fading out completely.))

Eddie: Welcome, everyone, to the last Slaughter before Unchained! We are live in Green Bay, Wisconsin! I'm Eddie Daniels...

Travis: And, as usual, I'm Travis Best. We are eight days away from what could be the most controversial Pay Per View in HWC history!

Eddie: Controversial?

Travis: Yeah... I heard a rumor Jarred Dylan was in the building tonight... *eeps*

Eddie: Well, that may well spell doom for someone. There are reports circulating that if he snaps, it could mean the end of someone's career, perhaps even their life. He himself admitted that he killed someone because he lost his temper.

Travis: That makes him dangerous. To everyone, not just the other wrestlers.

Eddie: You have a valid point... For once. Let's get right to the action, shall we?

Standard Match
Mia vs Natasha

Jean Fortello: The following is for one fall, to the ring from Bendigo Australia...... NATASHA!!!

((The arena goes dark and and a single spot light hits the stage and lighting stricks the stage and the whole time time all this is going on all that can be herd is breathing then a second Lighting bolt hit the stage and Hero of the day begins and the spot light shines on a man standing with his head down and a women right behind looking and smileing at the man then the 2 walk towards the ring and as they walk the lady ways a red flag in front of the man with seem to be making him angry. The 2 walk up the steps and get into the ring as the lady runns around the ring as the man charges at the red flag and they continue to do this till the opponent comes out to the ring.))

Travis: I'm telling you Eddie this is a perfect way to start of Slaughter. Beautiful women ripping each others closes of hopefuly.

Eddie: I'm surprised you never got a job with PlayBoy with your charm.

Travis: I know Eddie it's a damn shame.

Eddie: Tell me about it. Well if you tuned in at saw WarZone then you know at Unchained Smalls has booked Mia to defend her Women's Title against Cleo another member of the Darkside.

Travis: I know Eddie, I was there! If you ask me that's going to be the best match at Unchained.

((Hero Of The Day fades out as the video screen shows a vivid array of colors. All The Things She Said plays then it fades as the first vocals start to a picture of Mia through her eyes as the screen shows her in training and in the ring.))

Jean Fortello: And her opponent, she is the HWC Women's Champion...... MIA!!!

((She walks out with a somber dark expression as if in a trance with Sephiroth following. She climbs in the ring in a Stacy Keibler fashion and Seph smiles as she skips to the ring corners posing for all the fans, leaping finally to the center of the ring as Seph just smiles and applauds. The bell rings and Natasha comes at Mia from behind and delivers a bulldog. Natasha gets to her feet before Mia and pulls her up, Natasha tries to tie Mia up in the ropes but Mia kicks her away before she gets a chance. Mia starts knocking Natasha back with a few chops then whips her into the ropes hitting the other side herself. Mia comes at Natasha hitting her with a cross body block.. Once on her feet again Mia pulls Natasha up delivering a suplex. Mia then starts climbing up the turnbuckle steadying herself looking down at Natasha down below. Mia leaps off nailing a moonsault on Natasha followed by a cover. 1...2.. kick out by Natasha. Mia pulls Natash up by her hair and is met by blow after blow to the midsection from Natasha. Mia goes for a clothesline when Natasha ducks and spins behind Mia and kicks Mia in the back. Mia stumbles to her knees before Natasha starts kicking her in the ribs. Natasha pulls Mia up and into a suplex, Mia manages to drop behind and hits a super kick. Natasha is knocked into the rope giving Mia the chance to pull her into a roll up. 1...2... kick out.))

Eddie: Seph has done well in training Mia.

Travis: I could go for some training with Mia.

Eddie: I don't think Seph would go for that.

((Seph on the out side scouting directions for Mia, Mia nods and hits the ropes. Coming back on Natasha Mia hits a rolling thunder getting a large pop from the crowd. Mia climbs the turnbuckle again and leaps off for the Senton Top rope back flip, Natasha rolls out of the way at the last second. Natasha quickly leaps on her for the cover but is quickly kicked off. Seph shouts for her to get up while Natasha gets back to her feet.))

Eddie: This could be Mia's downfall.

Travis: She was set up!

Eddie: Quick thinking by Natasha to gain the upper hand in this match, but I wouldn't count out a member of the Darkside just yet.

((Natasha comes back over to Mia and pulls her to her feet, Mia tries to battle back with a few chopes but Natasha whips her hard into the corner. Natasha cames at Mia setting up for a Bronco Buster but Mia rolls out of the ring as Natasha hits the turnbuckle hard falls back. Seph comes up to Mia and motions for her to head up, Mia starts to climb up the out side of the ring post waiting for Natasha to get up.))

Eddie: Oh here we go....

Travis: Time for Mia to fly!

((Natasha, groggily, slowly gets to ger feet her back to Mia. Natasha turns around wondering where Mia is when she sees Mia leap off delivering the Otaku Assult to Natasha. Mia goes for a cover, 1...2...3. The bell rings as Mia throws up her hands in victory.))

Jean Fortello: You winner..... MIA!!!

Travis: My beautiful Mia won again!

Eddie: Seph is still here, ya know.

Travis: Drat it all! Two of the guys who can hurt me the most are in the arena tonight! This isn't fair!

Eddie: No comment. We'll be back after this.

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((The normal back stage murmur is heard but that is soon drowned out by the sudden loud bass rap music of ICP. The people near the locker room it seems to come from stop for a moment and just stare in wonder before returning to their work. The name plate on the locker room door reads "Panthro." What can be heard of the music that is not drowned by the bass talks about God, Hell, and Greed. Mia walks down the hall , hearing the loud bass coming from somewhere to her left. She stops in front of the door and opens it slowly. Inside Panthro can be seen dressed ready for his match thrashing around like a one man mosh pit. Every so often he would throw himself into the wall head or shoulder first. The music seems to have enchanted him to its dark bidding sending him to cause as much pain on himself as possible. Mia just smiles to herself slightly and sees the stereo sitting on a table. She turns it off , leaning against the wall.))

Mia: Think it was loud enough?

((Panthro regains his senses in mid-leap to the wall, crashing against it he blinks a moment before turning to see who's there.))

Panthro: Está ruidosamente la única manera verdadera de escuchar la música. [Loud is the only true way to listen to music.]

((Mia just smiles understanding what he's just said.))

Mia: I guess it paid to take Spanish in school.

Panthro: (Looks surprised and grins.) ¿Usted habla? Primero he satisfecho que hace. [You speak? First I have met that does.]

Mia: Not much...So could we stick with English please?

((She looks at him with her brown eyes and smiles innocently. Panthro steps over to her extending his hand to her.))

Panthro: Panthro.... and you are?

Mia: I'm the Otaku Angel Mia Lang...Part of the Darkside, and the Woman's champion...It's a pleasure to meet you... Good luck on your match against Patriot tonight...

Panthro: Thank you, I saw your match.........

((Panthro takes Mia's hand and presses his thumb into the center of her palm watching her eyes for any sign of pain. He wonders what her limit is.))

Mia: Yeah, Natasha had that coming...

((She looks at him and smiles not feeling hardly any pain not even flinching.))

Mia: Is that supposed to hurt? I've been through a lot and I can more than that...

Panthro: Unusual for a woman. (smiles) I like that. So you into music?

Mia: Of course I am! Are you crazy? I might be with the Darkside but I do have fun! I listen to everything I can get my hands on!

Panthro: You into ICP? and whats a... Darkside?

((Mia just laughs slightly and realizes he's new and hasn't met with anyone of the Darkside yet.))

Mia: Sorry...The Darkside is the group I belong to...ICP? You got to be kidding! I love ICP!

Panthro: That makes two.... all I listen to. I love dark rap.

Mia: I see...

((She smiles as adjusts the title on her shoulder.))

Mia: I have a feeling that the Darkside will be watching you...That is if you prove yourself in the ring...We're always looking for more members...

Panthro: Do I want this Darkside watching me?

Mia: We're the best of the best my dear Panthro...And if you're chosen you are one of the lucky ones...You won't get hurt like the rest...Just keep that in mind Panthro...I'll see you around...

((She turns and walks out of the room feeling Panthro's eyes on her.))

Panthro: ......But I like getting hurt.

No DQ
Panthro vs Patriot

Eddie: Tonight’s just barely begun, and already we’ve seen the HWC’s women’s champion, Mia, going up against Natasha.

Travis: At least this time, they put the women on first. Now I can take a nap.

Eddie: Travis, up next is Patriot going against the newcomer Panthro.

Travis: Yeah. Patriot’s got a cakewalk this week, in preparation for a PPV.

Eddie: Remember what happened the last time you wrote off a newcomer as not even a problem?

Travis: Yeah. You convinced me to stay up, and I got to watch some new punk get destroyed without really mounting much of an offense. I think I’ll take my nap, now.

Eddie: Okay, Travis. Good night. For the rest of us, here we go!

Jean Fortello: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from our nation’s capitol, Washington, D.C., weighing in at 280 lbs, accompanied by Miss America. . . . THE PATRIOT!!!!!

(( The lights in the arena dim and then fade completely to black as Jimi Hendrix's version of the National Anthem begins to blast in the arena. Red, white, and blue pyro go off, then as the lights go back on Patriot is standing on stage waving Old Glory. He salutes it before continuing on down to the ring to chants of "USA...USA...USA" ))

Eddie: Patriot looking good tonight, ready to add another victory to the books. (( Travis snores. )) More superb color commentary from the great Travis Best.

Jean Fortello: And his opponent, making his debut here in the HWC, from Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at 173 lbs. . . . PANTHRO!!!

(( The National Anthem fades completely, replaced by a Mexican Hip Hop Song, Panthro steps out from the back and walks quickly to the ring. He points over the crowd before crossing himself and sliding into the ring. The two men lock up, Patriot getting the early advantage, locking Panthro in a side headlock. ))

Eddie: Patriot and Panthro going to traditional methods.

Travis(Still sleeping): Yeah, Amy. Take it off. . . (A splash sounds)

Eddie: Travis, wake up. Jeff and Amy are in the building tonight, and your talking in your sleep, into a headset.

Travis: What? You don’t think they heard me, do you?

Eddie: Probably.

(( Panthro brings his right foot up, curling it around, to kick Patriot in the back of the head. Patriot drops the hold, bouncing off the ropes, and hitting Panthro with a hard shoulder. ))

Eddie: Panthro showing a great deal of skill, here, although I don’t know how advisable it was for him to try to overpower Patriot. The man outweighs him by 127 pounds, at least half of it pure muscle.

Travis: You woke me up to watch this garbage? I was having a good dream!

Eddie: About Amy stripping.

Travis: Yeah!

Eddie: I’m sure Jeff loves to know that.

Travis: Me too.

Eddie: Where’re you going, Travis?

Travis: Uh. . . I gotta use the bathroom.

Eddie: That can wait until the commercial. Sit down.

(( Patriot drops an elbow to the back of Panthro’s head, followed by two more. Panthro gets to the ropes, climbing to his feet. Patriot pursues, grabbing Panthro’s head, Panthro shooting an elbow backwards, into Patriot’s midsection, then climbing to the top rope, dropping to a seated position on the top rope, springboarding off of the top rope, spinning in the air, and smashing Patriot in the face with his boot. Patriot staggers back, Panthro clutching at his knee. ))

Eddie: That’s the thing about Patriot’s mask. It does more than just protect Patriot’s identity, it also protects Patriot’s face from any real damage.

Travis: And gives Panthro’s knees a good beating.

Eddie: Yeah. You’ve got to feel for this young man. Making his debut against Patriot, and that mask.

Travis: I don’t got to feel for anyone! I got two grand on Patriot winning!

Eddie: I figured you’d have money on this match.

(( Patriot picks Panthro up, Panthro smacking Patriot’s arms away, and throwing a few hard rights into Patriot’s mask, then pulling his hand back, and shaking it out. ))

Eddie: Panthro’s got a lot of fire, here, but you have to wonder how much actual intelligence he has, to keep hitting Patriot’s mask.

Travis: And Patriot’s just taking it. You can see his smile. He’s enjoying this.

(( Panthro looks bewildered a moment, then reaches far back, throwing another punch. ))

Eddie: Again, Panthro’s going for another punch to the face.

Travis: Someone buy this guy a clue!

(( Panthro’s hand connects, this time under the mask, in Patriot’s throat. Patriot staggers back, Panthro kicking him in the midsection, grabbing Patriot, and hitting a Double-Arm DDT. ))

Eddie: Panthro finally learning how to use Patriot’s mask against him.

Travis: Someone gave him a braincell, finally.

(( Patriot gets up clutching at his mask, falling into the corner. Panthro stalks into the corner, Patriot grabbing the middle rope, pulling himself out, and kicking Panthro in the midsection. Patriot grabs Panthro in a DDT position on the right, spins to his right, lifting Panthro into the air, and hitting a spinning Implant DDT. Without missing a beat, Patriot moves to Panthro’s legs, locking him into a Boston Crab. ))

Eddie: Patriot looking to get a victory by making this young man submit here.

Travis: I feel richer already!

(( Panthro begins to flex his legs, Patriot cinching in the hold. As a last ditch effort, Panthro reaches back, locking his hands under Patriot’s chin, pulling him backwards, then re-flexing his legs. Patriot, thusly stretched, releases the hold, Panthro doing the same, and rolling out of the ring. Patriot follows Panthro, only to have Panthro crawl under the ring. ))

Eddie: Where is he going? He’s got to get back out here if he’s going to win this match!

Travis: That’s just it! He doesn’t want to win. He wants to run away!

(( Patriot lifts the apron, a kendo stick coming out from under the ring, cracking Patriot in the head, breaking in half, in the process. Panthro comes out from under the ring, discarding the other half of the kendo stick, a smile crossing his face. Panthro steps back, and then kicks Patriot hard, in the rear. ))

Eddie: Panthro just kicked Patriot in the ass! (( Travis is heard laughing. ))

Travis: That was priceless! Do it again, Panthro! I like this guy!

(( Panthro disappears under the ring again, Patriot retrieving a chair, then lifting the apron. Panthro, however, is already out from under the ring, on the other side. As Patriot looks for Panthro under the ring, Panthro darts into the ring under the bottom rope, off the near ropes, then, into the other side, hitting a low dropkick into the top of Patriot’s head. Patriot staggers back, hitting the guardrail. Panthro stands, and goes for an Asai Moonsault. As he descends, Patriot shoots the chair, folded up, top-first, into Panthro’s midsection, Panthro’s momentum carrying him further into the chair than normal. As Panthro falls, his body, wrapped around the chair, now, rips the chair from Patriot’s hands. Patriot picks up the chair, tossing Panthro in the ring, then climbing to the top. Patriot tosses the chair onto Panthro, following it with Old Glory splash. ))

Eddie: This looks like the end!

Travis: ALRIGHT! I’m two grand richer! Finally!

(( At the last second, Panthro moves, leaving Patriot to crash, alone, into the chair. Patriot writhes in pain, Panthro jumping to the top rope quickly. ))

Travis: DAMMIT! Get up, Patriot! Don’t let him beat you! I don’t want to lose any money on this match again!

Eddie: Here’s a thought. Stop betting on the matches!

Travis: I will when I break even.

Eddie: How far are you from that?

Travis: If I lose this match, I’m in the hole five grand.

Eddie: Then stop betting on longshots!

Travis: I did! Patriot was the odds-on favorite!

Eddie: Well, that makes sense.

(( Before Patriot can get to his feet, Panthro is already airborne. ))

Eddie: Panthro-sault!!

Travis: What kind of salt?

Eddie: Panthro-sault, Travis. It’s the name of Panthro’s finisher.

Travis: Oh. That’s boring. Give me kosher salt any day.

Eddie: Travis, would you get off the salt topic already?!

(( Panthro hooks the far leg. 1. . . . 2. . . . 3!!!! ))

Jean Fortello: The winner of this match, as a result of a pinfall. . . PANTHRO!!!

Eddie: What a great debut for this young man!

Travis: NOOOOO! I’m out two grand! DAMMIT!

Eddie: Well, folks, Travis finally bet on what was supposed to be a sure thing, and it ended up not being such a sure thing. Let that be a lesson to all of you-

Travis: Don’t bet on Patriot’s no-talent, mask wearing ass!

Eddie: Just don’t bet. We’ll be back with Sothren going against Bull.

((The Cushion is seen sitting in the locker room, Mavrick walks up and sits next to him setting a cooler 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 cooler 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!

(("Click Click Boom" hits and the song plays all the way up to the chorus and on the word "Boom" a huge wall of pyro shoots up. When it dies down, the Enforcer, Draven and PitBull are standing on the stage, Scott emerges from the back and heads to the ring, the members of Bad News falling in behind him. Once they reach the ring, Scott grabs a mic and waits for the music to die down.))

Eddie: Well, we're not sure why the members of Bad News are out here, all we know is that they've requested this time to make an important announcement.

Scott: Now right off the bat, you may notice something is not right with this picture. Blood Dragon and Zoe are not here and there is a perfectly good reason for that. After the events of the past couple of months or so, he's not exactly in tip-top shape. So on advice from his doctors and us, he's taking some time off to get himself back together. But fear not faithful fans, because we are not without a plan. A plan that would've gone through even if Blood was here and at 100%. But don't thank me for this plan. Thank Draven.

((Scott hands the mic to Draven.))

Draven: That's right. Now when I first introuduced this idea to the guys they were a bit apprehensive about what I had planned and my initial introduction of this idea was met with outright hostility on all sides. However, after pleading my case and bringing up the important factors involved, all sides saw my point and agreed to work with me on this. Because this will not only affect us, this will also affect the Darkside, and you know how much we love those idiots. Now, I could stand up here and take full credit for all that's happened with this war. I could say it's because we had Blood Dragon join Bad News, and then the Creeper joined the Darkside, and then Pit joined the News, and then Cleo joined the Darkside and then Mia, and then Jarred Dylan joined the Finest, but I don't feel like blowing smoke up anyone's ass. That's not why I'm out here. I'm out here to introduce you to the newest member of Bad News. Now like Scott said, even if Blood were at 100%, we'd still be doing this, because just like the Dorkside, we understand the importance of the numbers game and with our recent run of bad luck, we could use a little boost right about now. Now like I said, this idea was met with a bit of resistance on all sides, but once I pleaded my case and made all the relevant points, my point was seen, and the newest member of Bad News has officially been singed and here he is, "The Wyldeman" Jeff Wylde!

(("Bodies" by Drowning Pool hits and Jeff Wylde and Amy Jensen emerge out onto the stage, both wearing Bad News shirts. Amy is a few steps ahead off Jeff thrashing in time to the music, and Jeff stands on the stage behind her with his arms raised. Amy charges down to the ring and slides in and Jeff walks down climbing in. He exchanges high fives with Pit, Draven and the Enforcer and shakes Scott's hand. He takes the mic from Draven as the music fades out.))

Jeff: I know, I know. What in the world am I doing with these guys? Considering that in the past couple of weeks all we've been doing is fighting. Well like Draven said, he made some very good points. Mainly the fact that I should hook up with these guys for the same reason Blood Dragon did. A common enemy. The Darkside. That's right, I'm sure little Mia is breaking her arm trying to pat herself on the back for handing me my first loss here in the HWC. Well Mia, just remember, a pat on the back is just a few inches away from a kick in the ass. There's a first time for everything, and you will not be that lucky again. You see, if anyone knows anything about me, you'll know that I'm a firm believer in strength in numbers. I started out my career as one half of a tag-team and part of a stable. Even after I went solo in TPW I ended up joining a stable, and after going solo in GCW, I was approached to be in a stable. I understand strength in numbers, and the importance of having people with the same goal as myself to watch my back. And plus the Enforcer and I are willing to let bygones be bygones. The past is just that...the past. We're concentrating on the here and now. And the here and now is this war. This war between us, the Darkside, the Finest and the BloodLust Slayerz. Mainly us and the Darkside. I'm here to add my skills and ablities to this war, a war that Bad News will win.

((A cheer goes up as Jeff hands the mic back to Scott.))

Scott: Now on a few final notes. With Unchained fast approaching we've decided that there is a matter between us and the Dorkside that needs to be settled, and that is the matter of some stolen property. Those being the HWC world and Hardcore titles. Now seeing as how Blood Dragon is on the mend and will not be able to take on the Creeper, I figured we'd send the best Hardcore champion of all time to take the belt back. That man being the Enforcer. So Creeper, simply put, we're issuing a challenge for Unchained, you and the Enforcer for the HWC Hardcore title. And because we are such generous individuals, and since Jeff so graciously joined our ranks, we're going to let him have at you Seph! That's right, Jeff Wylde vs Sephiroth du Lac for the HWC world heavyweight title! Now seeing as how we're in somewhat of a good mood tonight, we'll give you one full week to make up your mind. You have until the beginning of Unchained to answer this challenge. And you have two choices of what you can do. You can either accept our challenges and meet us at Unchained, or you can spend every single day between now and Unchained looking over your shoulders wondering where and when we're going to strike. Because we will. Because you see, Darkside, this is a war, and in war, people get hurt.

((The Enforcer takes the mic next.))

Enforcer: And depending on what kind of mood we're in, if you don't accept, one of three things will happen. One: We will attack Sephiroth and the Creeper anywhere from two to three times between now and the PPV, and if after those beatings you still don't accept, then we cripple you and end up taking the titles anyway. Two: We beat up everyone in the Darkside, EXCEPT for you two, and if you still don't accept, we cripple them. Three: If the Creeper and Seph do not accept our challenge you will never, ever see Cleo or Chloe again. That is not a threat...that is a promise. Seph, Creeper, decide what is more important to you. Keeping your titles, or keeping your women. Decide quickly. You have one week.

((The Enforcer drops the mic and "Click Click Boom" starts back up as they leave the ring.))

Eddie: Huge news there, Bad News has added Jeff Wylde and Amy Jensen to their ranks and have issued challenges to the Creeper and Seph for the Hardcore and World titles at Unchained! This is huge!

Travis: Indeed it is, and now with all those guys around, I'll never get a chance at Amy! Life is so unfair!

Standard Match
Bull vs Soth

Jean Fortello: This match is a standard match, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Bendigo, Australia... BULL!

((The arena goes dark and and a single spot light hits the stage and lightning strikes the stage and the whole time time all this is going on all that can be herd is breathing then a second Lightning bolt hit the stage and Hero of the day begins and the spot light shines on a man standing with his head down and a woman right behind looking and smiling at the man then the 2 walk towards the ring and as they walk the lady waves a red flag in front of the man with seem to be making him angry. The 2 walk up the steps and get into the ring as the lady runns around the ring as the man charges at the red flag and they continue to do this till the opponent comes out to the ring.))

Jean Fortello: And his opponent, representing the Darkside -

((Jean is cut off by Sothren sliding into the ring and charging Bull from behind. The bell rings and the match is officially underway. Soth gets an early advantage by hitting Bull with a clothesline that makes him spin in a complete circle before hitting the mat. Bull gets to his feet quickly enough, only to be met with a running lariat. Soth, a wily veteran in his own right, crouches and watches Bull struggle to his feet. Bull whips around and charges Soth, catching him with a forearm. Soth bounces off the ropes and gets hit with a clothesline. Bull drops down for a cover. 1... 2... Soth kicks out with authority.))

Eddie: Sothren is too fresh for Bull to be trying something like that so soon.

Travis: I know. And if Bull does manage to get Sothren down, he'd better make sure he STAYS down! Besides, I have $2500 riding on this match.

Eddie: *sighing a bit* Who'd you bet on this time?

Travis: The only logical choice... Sothren!

Eddie: Well, you'd be cutting your gambling debt in half, that's for sure...

Travis: Yeah! And I got bets pending on the matches at Unchained. I have a feeling Jarred's going to be involved somehow.

Eddie: You and me both. That young man has a lot on his mind, that's for sure. There is a rumor going around that Jericho's been speaking with Sepiroth about the Darkside. And if that's true, then Jarred's loyalties are going to be divided. On the one hand, he's signed with the HWC's resident superheroes, the Finest. And on the other, he'll have his own flesh and blood in a group looking to conquer the HWC. You have to have some sort of sympathy for him...

Travis: I do, Eddie. I really do. I think him breaking my arm was the best thing to happen to me. It's made me realize that sometimes you have to do the right thing, regardless of the outcome. Which is why, after Unchained, I will not be placing any more bets.

Eddie: You mean any more LARGE bets.

Travis: That depends on your definition of large.

Eddie: *rolling his eyes* Anything over $250.

Travis: Exactly. Nothing over $250 after Unchained. Minimize my risks that way, I do.

((Eddie just nods as Sothren scoops Bull up and hits a Tilt-a-Whirl Slam. He goes for a cover. 1... 2... Bull kicks out. But Sothren takes it all in stride and watches. Bull charges as if he saw a red flag, looking to hit Sothren with a move eerily similar to the Gore. But, as noted before, Sothren is a wily ring veteran and simply... steps out of the way. Bull crashes down on the mats outside the ring. Soth looks around, then grabs the top rope and catapults himself over onto Bull, taking both men down. Sothren is the first to get to his feet, pulling Bull up with him. Sothren rolls Bull into the ring and follows closely. The sooner you follow someone into the ring, the less chance they have of mounting an offense. And that's what's happening here. Sothren came in so close, Bull wasn't able to kick him in the ribs. But Bull isn't one to be put down so easily... He manages to get Sothren trapped in a standing side headlock. Soth just laughs maniacally and hits Bull with repeated elbow shots to the ribs. Bull stumbles backward and bounces off the ropes. He recovers enough to duck a clothesline, but when he turns around to charge again, Sothren cuts him off with a boot to the face. Bull falls back to the mat, holding his nose.))

Eddie: I think Sothren broke Bull's nose with that kick!

Travis: I think you're right!

((Back in the ring, Sothren lifts Bull to his feet and grins wickedly before hitting him with a swinging neckbreaker. Bull hits the mat and lies there, dazed and disoriented. Sothren climbs the ropes and executes a flawless Shooting Star Press, much to the amazement and delight of the crowd. He goes for a cover. 1... 2... 3! The bell rings and the referee hoists Soth's hand in victory.))

Jean Fortello: Your winner... SOTHREN DU LAC!

((Sothren bows with a flourish of one hand, then rolls out of the ring. He heads up the ramp, Seph applauding from the top. Two members of the Darkside seen tonight... And two victories. There is a third Darkside match to be seen later on in the evening...))

Eddie: Travis, did you see that?

Travis: Yeah... Sothren du Lac can FLY! Oh, and I won the bet I made.

Eddie: For once, you have your priorities in order. We'll be back with the main event after this.

((The camera pans out in the backstage area, and picks up some strangely familiar audio. Voices. But whose? That question quickly has an answer when one of the newest, and by far one of the most popular, members of the HWC roster comes into view with his traveling companion... Jarred Dylan and Eric Taylor! Eric has an animated look on his face as he talks.))

Eric: But Jarred, can you honestly say you've never felt more alive?

Jarred: Nope. But I haven't felt any less alive either!

Eric: I still can't believe what Martin Smalls tried to do...

((Jarred's face turns into a thundercloud at the mention of that name.))

Jarred: Don't remind me!

((Smalls opens the door and walks out of his office running into Jarred and Eric. He freezes a bit as the two stand face to face. Eric looks at Jarred, then eep's, rather LOUDLY, and hides somewhere nearby. Jarred looks at Smalls, then speaks in a voice that's too calm to be believed.))

Jarred: Step into a sewer and encounter a rat. How fitting.

Smalls: (narrows his eyes) Excuse me!? Oh I'm sorry you must me speaking about your brother.

Jarred: *determined to keep cool* Actually, I was referring to you.

Smalls: From you that's a compliment!

Jarred: I'd think so. Only a flea-infested, worm-riddled gasbag vermin like you could come up with a Back Alley Brawl!

Smalls: (gets nose to nose to nose with him) You better watch your mouth speaking to me that way!

Jarred: Or what, little man?

Smalls: If BloodLust Slayerz didn't have more important things to do, you would quickly find your self in a handicap match at Unchained. But seeing how they are going to put an end to your super hero friends......

Jarred: Make it fast. Your breath is making me nauseous.

Smalls: Why don't you be gone boy before they catch wind of you...... Unless you have something to say to me. You wouldn't want to end up hurt like your brother..... or worse!

((Jarred's eyes narrow at Smalls' reference to Jericho's injury. Another sudden flash of insight, and he knows how that match came to be. Totally forgetting himself, he grabs Smalls' suit in both hands and slams him against the wall.))

Jarred: You sick son of a bitch! It was YOU! YOU booked that Gauntlet Match with Kash Flagg! I tell you what, Slimebag. You want to see me in action at Unchained? How about you put your filthy money where your loud mouth is?

((Smalls looks scared at first as he is slammed but looks at Jarred as his eyes quickly narrow. He nods before he speaks.))

Smalls: So be it! I'll end your career... just like your brother's for your actions!

((Jarred shakes Smalls a bit, then lets him drop to the floor. But before he walks away, he makes one final comment...))

Jarred: Just so you know, Smalls... Jericho's coming back. And at Unchained? You're going to see why they called me Untouchable!

((He stalks away, looking for someone or something. Eric trails along behind with an EEP!, not even looking back at Smalls.))

((The shot fades in on the eight ball on a pool table. The shot pulls back to reveal Jeff Wylde, he leans down over the table and sinks the eight ball. The shot pulls back further to reveal he's playing pool with Terry Bradshaw.)

Jeff: Yes! I win again. (Bradshaw groans) I wish everything were that easy.

Terry: Yeah, like 10-10-220.

Guy at next table #1: Yeah, I use that all the time. All my calls up to 20 minutes are only 99 cents.

Terry: And just seven cents a minute after that.

Guy at next table #2: That sounds like a good deal. How do I sign up for that?

Jeff: That's the best part! You don't have to sign up.

Terry: Yeah, just dial 10-10-220, then one, then the number.

Jeff: So what do you say Bradshaw? Another game?

Terry: No. But I'll play ya at checkers!

Jeff: You're on!

(Cuts to 10-10-220 logo with Jeff and Bradshaw playing checkers in the background.)

Announcer: Dial 10-10-220.

Hardcore Title
Creeper vs Gregr

Eddie: Well the night is coming to an end Travis!

Travis: Yeah I know… What a night…Natasha and Mia in that match at the first of the night, and now I got Cleo with Creeper…The night has been good!

Eddie: Yeah that’s true…and the unexpected match between Mia and Mystic J was truly a sight to see.

Travis: Damn right it was! Mystic J broke her heart and she was ready and willing to take out her revenge on his sorry ass!

Eddie: Ok…Well why don’t we get on to our last match of the night?

((The lights die, A loud, booming, demonic voice laughs throughout the building, then segueing into "Go 2 Sleep". Lightning strikes the turnbuckles, all four bursting into pillars of flame, then dying, The Creeper standing on one of the turnbuckles, arms folded over his chest. ))

Jean Fortello: Making his way to the ring at this time weighing in at 250lbs from the Second Tier of Hell, accompanied by Cleopatra Queen of the Nile, the HWC Hardcore Champion The Creeper!

Travis: My god look at Cleo…Damn…

Eddie: Just keep your eyes on the match if you can…

((The “Economic Rap" kicks in, and Mr. Gregr waltzes down to the ring with a different type of shirt and tie on each week. He gets into the ring and shows his stuff))

Jean Fortello: And his opponent, weighing in at 125lbs, from Prague in the Czech Republic, accompanied by Ford, Mr. Gregr!

Travis: Creeper is going to keep his title guaranteed tonight! There’s no chance that Mr. Gregr is going to get that title!

Eddie: You look optimistic! You actually want Creeper to win? Wait a minute! You have money riding on this don’t you?

Travis: Maybe…

Eddie: I give up!

((Gregr and Creeper stare each other down taking in everything they can before the match begins. The bell sounds and they lock up. Creeper takes Gregr down with an arm bar and sends him to the mat before he jumps out of the ring and starts to gather up all the goodies that is under the ring. Stop signs fly into the ring, trash cans, a couple of chairs, 2X4’s, a couple of kendo sticks, and just for good measure a table. Cleo whispers something into Creeper’s ear and smiles as he climbs back in the ring with a chair in hand. He starts to beat Gregr with the chair as he tries to get up. Gregr struggles against Creeper and the chair that he has in hand. Gregr catches the chair as it comes down for another blow , and kicks Creeper away. ))

Travis: No…C’mon Creeper you can take a punk like Gregr!

Eddie: I’ve never seen you like this before…Wait! Yes I have…Anytime you see Cleo or any other female that comes out here.

Travis: That’s not true!

((Gregr has gained control of the match and walks over to Creeper who is in the corner almost doubled over. Cleo cheering on from the sidelines and smiles as she sees Ford coming towards her with his own chair. She gives him a kick to the face and sends him to the floor landing on top of the chair, and turns her attention back to Creeper. Gregr gets a few hits in the chair in his hand sending Creeper to his knees. Gregr goes for another hit but Creeper catches him unaware with a punch to the face. Gregr stumbles back and Creeper grabs him going for a powerbomb right on top of the chair. Creeper goes for the pin.1…2…Gregr gets the shoulder up and Creeper grabs one of the kendo sticks laying beside him, and starts beating Gregr down once more. Gregr flinches with each hit of the kendo stick but manages to roll out of the way of the last blow and into Cleo’s waiting hands. She pulls him out of the ring and smiles as she kicks him in the midsection and uses her two scepters to beat him across the back.))

Travis: Why doesn’t Cleo come and sit on my lap?

Eddie: She’s a little busy right now…

Travis: Yeah but she doesn’t have to help him…I need help more than he does!

Eddie: That’s for sure!

((Creeper climbs out of the ring and picks Gregr up tossing him back in the ring kissing Cleo before he does for luck. He doesn’t see Gregr grab a 2X4 and turns around getting hit in the head with it. Creeper just stands there and shakes his head before climbing back in. Gregr goes for another hit but Creeper just keeps coming with an evil grin on his face. The 2X4 breaks in half and Gregr tosses it away and goes for a spear to Creeper’s midsection. Creeper doubles over and falls to his knees once again. Gregr goes for a DDT and Creeper hits the mat. Gregr goes for the pin. 1…2…Cleo gets in the ring and brings down a foot right into the middle of Gregr’s back breaking the count. Gregr gets up and turns his attention to Cleo while Creeper is down. He grabs her by the arm and just smiles slapping her across the face.))

Travis: He can’t do that to Cleo!

Eddie: I don’t think it matters right now Travis. She did get involved in the match.

Travis: And I guess that Gregr didn’t see Creeper grab that other chair either.

((Creeper swings at Gregr with the chair and sends him to the floor and looks at Cleo whispering something to her before she climbs out. A few seconds later she comes back with a sledge hammer in hand and smiles handing it to Creeper. She then climbs out only to be jumped by Ford who has finally come to. She tosses him off and kicks him a few times making sure he doesn’t go anywhere. Creeper smiles as he starts to hit Gregr with hit and misses only once coming inches from Gregr’s head. Creeper goes for the Epiphany and brings Gregr down to the mat once more. Creeper goes for the pin. 1…2…Gregr gets the shoulder up and Creeper can not believe it. Creeper pulls Gregr to his feet and goes for a chokeslam but is hit in the midsection by Gregr. Gregr looks at Creeper and goes for a stunner putting him to the mat and sets up for Eastern European Economic. He goes for it only to hit the mat as Creeper rolls out of the way!))

Eddie: Ohhhh…That’s got to have hurt!

Travis: Yeah! But Creeper is going to win!

Eddie: How can you be so sure of that?

Travis: I’m not…I just have a feeling!

((Creeper rolls to where Cleo is standing and she hands him something. No one can see what it is until BOOM! Creeper’s right hand connects with Gregr’s face. It’s a pair of brass knucks! Creeper goes for the pin. 1…2…3! And the bell sounds.))

Jean Fortello: And here is your winner and still Hardcore Champion The Creeper!

Travis: I told you he could do it…

Eddie: Yeah with the help of those brass knucks that Cleo had hidden somewhere…

Travis: I would have loved to have frisked her to find them!

((Creeper’s music begins to play and he and Cleo head back stage with the Hardcore Title hanging off Creeper’s shoulder.))

Eddie: Well I bet you would’ve but we’re all out of matches and time for tonight! This is Eddie Daniels and Travis Best saying goodnight and tune in next week for the big PPV…

((The transmission dies and as the scene fades. Copyright 2003, Hardcore Wrestling Corp.))