((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.))

((The arena goes dark as dim, white lights go to the back of the stage. "Every Breath You Take" by Sting begins to play as shots of Seph and Soth flash on the HWC-Tron.Their victories, the first Camelot Pit Fight they were in, Seph's win over his own brother. When Seph got the World Title, Sothren's wins, and him with the Light Heavyweight Title! The next shot is of the latest Camelot Pit Fight between the brothers, the destruction, the blood flow they had caused. The last shot is of the two brothers standing back to back. Creeper, Chloe, Malice, and Jreicho appear under the white lights, all wearing the Darkside T-shirts. All of them dressed in black, carrying a single red and white rose in their hands. They make their way to the ring and Jericho helps Chloe in. Malice and Creeper slide in and step into the middle of the ring with Chloe and Jericho. Chloe is tossed a mic as the music gently continues to play, but she passes it Malice, still to distraught to talk.))

Eddie: This is something that I thought I would never see.

Travis: Really though...I didn't they would ever die!

Eddie: That's not I meant!

((The music fades out and Malice holds the mic to her lips.))

Malice: I'm sorry to come out here and distrupt the show tonight...But this is something that has to be done! We are all here to remember the two men that have changed the face of the HWC. They weren't only great wrestlers, champions, they were also men that loved, and cared for what family they had left. Each other... Seph loved Chloe so much that he was willing to give his life for her. And Sothren, loved Tiger, no matter what anyone thinks. Sure he was a killer, but he still had a human side. Sephiroth, a soon to be husband, and father...I know Chloe is hurt, but she'll always have a part of him with her. With her, and her little ones that she is carring. I'm sure that they are watching over us all here tonight. I know we'll miss them both very much, and will never be forgotten.

((Tears stream down Malices face as she places the rose in the middle of the ring. Chloe drops her rose and hugs Malice sobbing deeply.))

Eddie: Is this one of the most touching things I've ever seen.

Travis: That it is...Chloe is heart broken...

Eddie: You're not going to make some smart ass comment?

Travis: (Wipes away a tear) Nope...

Malice: Their victories, their achivements, their debuts will be remembered here in the HWC...But let's not remember them just for that...They were more than wrestlers. They were family, friends, and lovers. They will remain special to us all in one way or another. If we could have a moment of silence in rememberance...

((The arena goes silence as the song starts to play again. And the scenes on the HWC Tron start to flash again. After a moment the lights go back up and Creeper and Jericho drop the roses they have in their hands before making their way out of the ring. Jericho helps Chloe out of the ring as Malice climbs out. They all stand in front of the ring, as the crowd begins to cheer.))

Malice: Thank you all so much...If they could see you cheering for their memories I'm sure they would be smiling now!

((They make their way backstage helping the distraught Chloe to the backstage area. Malice looks back once more as the crowd cheer for the brothers.))

Eddie: That was touching...

Travis: It really was Eddie...The Du Lac brother's maybe gone, but their memories will always remain with the members of the HWC, but with the fans as well.

Eddie: That's true...They will always be remembered here, and around the world, by millions of people that have come to know them...They will surely be missed...We'll be back after this…

((Camera opens up on a room with a man standing behind a table and another man bald sitting in front of it with two different subs before him. One toasted the other untoasted.)

Man: Which do you perfer, the toasted sub or the untoasted sub?

(The bald man sitting at the table smiles and nods and then reaches for the toasted sub. As he does so Obake comes running out screaming and spears the man in the chair. The camera switches to the toasted sub with the Quizno's logo above it.)

Announcer: We don't need hired muscle to sell our toasted subs.

(Camera cuts back to the room, Obake is sitting on the bald man eating the toasted sub.)

Bald Man: Can I have a bit?

(Obake turns from his food and growls at the man to sherk in fear before it fades.))

Standard Match
Malice vs Lucien Merriuci

Eddie: Well, our first match of the night is between Malice and Lucien Meriucci. Lucien has yet to make an impact like he would prefer, but tonight, he may have his chance.

Travis: He’s a stupid rookie that doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into.

Eddie: He might surprise you, Travis.

Travis: He’d better not win. I’ll knock him out if he hurts Malice!

Jean Fortello: This next match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 135 lbs, representing the Darkside. . . MALICE!!!

((The lights go as red spiral lights appear on the stage. The theme from American McGee's Alice begins to play as Malice appears with the flamingo shaped croquet mallet in hand. She makes her way to the ring in a trance like stare ignoring the crowds around her. She steps in the ring and faces the entrance to wait for her opponent.))

Eddie: Malice has become very disturbing, here. She has become a very frightening woman.

Travis: Still hot, though.

Eddie: I don’t know if I’ve told you this before, but you’re a pig, Travis.

Jean Fortello: And her opponent, from Prague, in the Czech Republic, weighing in at 275 lbs. . . LUCIEN MERIUCCI!!!

((The arena goes pitch black as "The Call of Ktulu starts. Lucien slowly methodically walks to the ring as the lights come up to a dim. Lucien stands on the outside piercing a hole through his opponent with his eyes. The lights return to normal as Lucien steps into the ring. Malice rushes Lucien, catching him off-guard with a well-placed boot, staggering Lucien backward, into the corner. Malice rushes Lucien again, running up him, then backflipping, her hands clasping together behind Lucien’s face, and driving him face-first into the mat, in a modified facebuster. Dragging him from the corner, Malice locks Lucien into a Boston crab, pulling hard.))

Travis: Look at her bend! She’s almost falling out of the top of her-

Eddie: Travis, if you finish that sentence, I’m going to stab you in the face with a protractor.

Travis: You don’t even have a protractor!

Eddie: What’s this then? (Eddie puts a protractor on the desk)

Travis: That’d be a protractor.

Eddie: Exactly. Shut your piehole.

((Lucien eventually powers out of the hold, sending Malice stumbling forward, her shoulder hitting the turnbuckle post. Lucien rolls Malice up, as she comes out.))

Eddie: Schoolboy!

((The ref gets into position. 1. . . 2. . . kickout. Malice backs away slightly, holding her wounded left shoulder. Lucien gets up, rushing her, and hitting a armdrag, further aggravating the pain in Malice’s shoulder. Malice, however, rolls to her feet, catching Lucien unawares with a clothesline, both dropping to the ground to recuperate.))

Travis: Move that camera! I want to see what color-

Eddie: Travis, remember the protractor?

Travis: I’ll be good.

Eddie: Good. Now put your hands on the desk.

Travis: AW! Kill my entire sex life.

Eddie: That’s what women are for, Travis.

Travis: We’ve been over this, Eddie. Ms. Lewis won’t let me bring hookers into the announce position.

Eddie: Shut up. Call the match.

((Malice struggles to her feet, both people on their feet at the same time. Lucien throws a punch, Malice countering with a punch of her own. The two exchange blows for several moments, before Malice ducks, grabbing Lucien, and hitting a bulldog on the unbalanced Lucien. The move, however, put further strain on Malice’s left shoulder.))

Eddie: That reversal, earlier, has prevented Malice from capitalizing on that move.

Travis: Look at her face! I’m sure she makes that face when she- OW! You just stabbed me with that protractor.

Eddie: I told you I would. Next time, it’ll be somewhere other than the shoulder.

((Malice gets to her feet, jumping high into the air, dropping a leg across the back of Lucien’s neck. Lucien gets up, groggily, locking Malice in an armbar, then dropping an elbow into Malice’s shoulder, doing so at least 6 times. Malice drops to the ground, and hurries to the ropes, using them to help her get her feet, again. Lucien, meanwhile, has templed his hands, and is apparently saying something. Malice gets to her feet, turning to Lucien, in time to see a light shine down on Lucien, from something that’s apparently not synthetic. Malice charges him, with a clothesline. As she enters the lit area, however, she flinches, and falls away, smoke rising from her arm. Malice writhes for a few moments, Lucien unmoving. Malice finally gets to her knees, blinking, looking at Lucien in confusion. Malice’s face shifts slightly, then she looks around, lost and confused.))

Eddie: What the. . . Wait! Mia’s back! That’s Mia!

Travis: Can’t be!

Eddie: It’s got to be!

((Lucien looks at Malice, blinks, and drops his hands, moving toward her, extending his hand to her. As he nears, however, Malice’s face changes entirely, again, and Malice catches Lucien with a low-blow. Moving quickly, Malice gets to the top turnbuckle, and jumps.))

Eddie: Down the Rabbit Hole! This is over!

Travis: I saw panty! OW!

Eddie: This protractor works well, as a silencer.

((The referee counts. 1. . . 2. . . .3!!!))

Eddie: Malice won! It looks like Lucien’s desire to save Malice cost him in the short run.

Travis: MEDIC!

Eddie: Oh, shut up, Travis. They’re flesh wounds! I’ve had scratches that were deeper than that!

((The cameras cut to the backstage area, catching Autumn Lewis walking down the hall. The fans cheer at the sight of their beloved HWC president. Autumn stops one of the crew and asks if they've seen him. She gets a shrug and a silent headshake. She thanks them and continues on her way. She suddenly stops and watches someone walking down the hall. They're about the same height as the one she's waiting for... When they get closer, their identity is revealed as...))

Autumn Lewis: Jericho Dylan!

Jericho: President Lewis, what a pleasant surprise! What can I do for you this fine evening?

Autumn: You can start by signing this brand spanking new contract I have in my hands! But you're not the only one... I have Tiger doing a big signing later on tonight.

((He grins and sets down his duffel bag, then takes the clipboard. He peruses the content, chuckling here and there, then finds the dotted line. She hands him a pen and he scrawls "Jericho Dylan" with a flourish.))

Jericho: There you are, Ms. Lewis... One signature.

Autumn: Thank you, Jericho. Before I let you go to get ready for your match, I have a few things I need you to clear up.

Jericho: Ask away. I'll answer them if I can.

Autumn: Good enough. First of all, who pushed the ladder that hit Martin Smalls?

Jericho: That's an easy one. It was Beowulf.

Autumn: Thank you. He'll be dealt with. Now I want to know what your relationship is with the Creeper.

Jericho: I'll be honest with you. He's teaching me to reach my ultimate potential. But it isn't something that can be done in any gym.

Autumn: Can you elaborate?

Jericho: He's helping me walk his path.

Autumn: *eyes narrowed* I don't know if that's such a good idea, Jericho.

Jericho: Good idea or not, it's out of my hands. I've begun the journey and I have to complete it. Even if it kills me!

Autumn: I'll talk to you about that later. One more.

Jericho: Go for it.

Autumn: Are you or are you not a part of the Darkside?

Jericho: I can't answer that. Not now. You'd have to ask Sephiroth. If you can find him. And don't bother looking for Sothren. You won't find him.

((Before Autumn can respond to that, he shoulders his duffel bag and walks on. When he reaches his dressing room, he shoots her an eerie smile and walks in. The door closes with no sound whatsoever, lights gleaming off the gold plaque that reads, simply, "Jericho Dylan". Autumn pauses by his door, then walks on, shaking her head. Then the camera cuts back to the ringside area.))

Eddie: Odd comments from the returning Jericho Dylan.

Travis: Odd isn't the word for it. Those comments were downright screwy!

Eddie: Where there's one Dylan, there's bound to be the other.

Travis: *yelping* I'll behave!

Eddie: I thought so. Folks, don't go anywhere... We've got an action-packed night ahead for you! Jericho Dylan, the man we just saw signing a new HWC contract, is facing Panthro in a Table Match!

Travis: Also tonight we have a Back Alley Brawl between Bull and The Enforcer of Bad News! We are coming right back, folks... So don't touch that dial!

((The AOL simbol pops up and then cuts showing Creeper sitting in front of a compture looking fusstrated.))

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Creeper: AOL? Try A-O-Hell!

(Creeper then stand clam in front of the computer and pushes it out the open window it sits in front of. He sticks his head out and watches as it smashes below.)

Creeper: Process that Bitch!))

((The Creeper is shown walking the halls, the reason for his wandering unknown. The Creeper stops, the camera moving to show what The Creeper's looking at, the focus of his gaze that of Panthro. Panthro walks down the halls wearing only yellow cammo pants and wrestling boots. His ears are covered by head phones of his disc man his mind lost in the dark rap music of ICP. He walks down the hall ignoring all heading for his match. The Creeper simply stands, waiting for Panthro, standing in front of Panthro, so Panthro'd run into The Creeper if he didn't stop himself in time. Panthro glances at Creeper before stepping aisde to walk past him. The Creeper's right hand snaps out, grabbing Panthro's arm, stopping him.))

Panthro: Watch it man!

Creeper: What are your intentions for your match tonight?

Panthro: To cause pain and win.

Creeper: And there's nothing beyond those two aspects you hope to achieve tonight?

Panthro: What are you getting at?

((The Creeper finally turns his head to look at Panthro.))

Creeper: You are attempting to win over Malice. We both know it. Those announcers out there know it.

Panthro: So let the whole world know, she thinks I'm some fake. But'll show here the Darkness has been in me longer then it has been in her. Show her or kill her in the prosses!

Creeper: You are a fool, letting your desire to satisfy your lust to 'get your rocks off' overwhelm your desire to truly be one with your darkness. She is of the same Darkness you seek to make your own. You are not enemies. You are destined- (The Creeper stops, his hand falling from Panthro's arm) I believe you have a match to get to.

((The Creeper stands aside.))

Panthro: I know and I'll show Jericho what everyone else already knows about me.... that I'm twisted. ~leans in close to Creeper) But you try telling Malice that we are on the same side!

((With that Panthro ajust his head phones and walks off. The Creeper shakes his head, laughing.))

Creeper: That she knows, Panthro. That she knows.

((The Creeper walks off in the opposite direction.))

Table Match
Panthro vs Jericho Dylan

Eddie: It's been some night so far. With the loss of Sephiroth and Sothren du Lac, it's hard for the Darkside to come out here and do what they have to do. Malice started the night off with what could have been a heay heart, but we're not sure...Now Jericho...Will the loss affect his match here tonight?

Travis: Who knows... But Malice seemed all right to me...

Eddie: You're probably right, but deep down she's probably hurting...But you got what you wanted though didn't you? You got to see her here tonight...

Travis: Yep! One of the stipulations of this match is that if Panthro wins he get's a date with Malice.

Eddie: I bet that puts a damper on your spirits here tonight.

Travis: Not really. Panthro is going to lose...And he'll never get her!

Eddie: We'll see Travis...

((Silence. Unending silence. After a while, a soft buzzing sound is heard. Then a man’s voice rips across the PA system: “Like dominoes, you SHALL FALL!” At the sound of the last word, pyrotechnics explode, ripping across the ramp entrance. “Mmmm… Yeah…” The prelude to Rob Zombie’s “Never Gonna Stop” causes the fans to look around a bit. Fog billows out from vents in the ramp, flooding the entrance area. When it dies down, the song is in full swing. Standing at the top of the ramp is a man with his arms stretched to the roof of the arena. When he brings his arms down, more pyro goes off, then the lights come up. That man is Jericho Dylan! He comes bounding down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans. When he gets to the ring, he leaps up to the apron without any support or assistance.))

Jean Fortello: Makin his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 225lbs, from New Orleans, Louisiana, Jericho Dylan!

((Once inside the ring, he bounces up on the turnbuckles, throwing his arms back, much to the delight of the female fans. Hopping off the last turnbuckle, he starts bouncing on his toes. He’s just itching for some in-ring action, and it shows!))

Eddie: Jericho's back and he's ready to take anyone down that will step in that ring with him.

Travis: Yeah and Panthro is going to get it!

Eddie: Don't you ever think any thing you don't say?

Travis: Yeah all of the time! Like last night, when I saw this real hot girl walking down the street, I said to myself, my god she has must be a minx in the bed!

Eddie: I really didn't need to know that...

((The lights go down as the "Mexican Hip Hop song" begins to play. Panthro steps out from the back and walks quickly to the ring.))

Jean Fortello: And his opponent weighing in at 173lbs, from Mexico City, Panthro!

((He points over the crowd before crossing himself and sliding into the ring.))

Eddie: I think Panthro's ready to take Jericho on here tonight! He has something to look forward to if he wins.

Travis: And if he loses I get to keep Malice.

Eddie: She was never your's to begin with!

Travis: In my mind she is...

Eddie: I figured as much...

((Panthro and Jericho stare each other down as the bell sounds. They lock up and Panthro takes Jericho down with an arm drag. Panthro goes to the turnbuckle and goes for a frog splash, and misses as Jericho rolls out of the way. Panthro las on the mat in pain, as Jericho picks him up and goes for a sidewalk slam. Panthero goes down again and Jericho slides out of the ring to get the table. He slides the table back into the ring not noticing that Panthro is on his feet and table in hand. He hits Jericho over the back of the head with it trying to keep him down.))

Eddie: Panthero wants this win bad doesn't he?

Travis: It's just because he wants a date with Malice!

Eddie: That maybe so, but he's not letting Jericho get the upper hand here.

Travis: That's true! But I got money riding on Jericho! He has to win!

((Panthro tosses the table aside for now and grabs Jericho and goes for a chin lock. He doesn't let go, until the ref finally pulls Panthero off him. Jericho lays on the mat and Panthero just smirks and drags Jericho to the corner. He goes for a bronco buster landing right on Jericho's face.))

Travis: That's not right!

Eddie: If it was two girls then it would?

Travis: Damn right it would be!

Eddie: You're hopeless Travis!

Travis: Just wait until I get the Commissioner's job! I'll come up with ideas that will change the HWC!

Eddie: I can't wait...

((Jericho manges to toss Panthro off and sends him to his back on the mat. Jericho manges to pull himself to his feet and heads to the top rope. Jericho goes for a moonsault and lands on the mat, as Panthro rolled out of the way! Jericho holds his ribs as he walks over to the table and starts to set it up as Panthro gets to his feet slowly. Jericho sighs and stops setting up the table and walks over to Panthro and goes for a fallaway slam. Panthro hits the mat again, and Jericho goes back to the table.))

Travis: C'mon Jericho!

Eddie: You must have a lot riding on this!

Travis: You better believe I do!

((Panthro tries to get to his feet again and manges to after using a Euopean Upper cut on Jericho. Jericho hits the mat and Panthro goes for a flying leg drop and comes right down on top of Jericho. Panthro sets the table up and places Jericho on it.He goes to the turnbuckle and gets himself ready to pull off his Panthro-sault only to have Jericho roll off the table. Panthro goes through the table and the bell sounds.))

Jean Fortello: And here is your winner, Jericho Dylan!

Travis: Yeah! I won some big bucks thanks to him!

((Jericho makes his way backstage as Panthro gets to his feet, and watches him walk off.))

Eddie: I think Panthro is disappointed here!

Travis: Yeah! He's not going to get that date with Malice now...

Eddie: I guess not...We'll be back after this!

((Camera opens up on someone putting on a pare of Nike's, the camera follows them around only showing the shoes. It goes from the person walking then suddenly running. It then cuts to the same someone doing a kick flip on a skate board and then kicking someone in the balls followed by stomping some bald head thug's head. The camera pans up showing Amy standing over the broken guy holding her skate board.)

Amy: Hey just do it...... No not that prev..

(Amy the kicks the camera and the scene goes black.))

((Malice walks down the hall with tears falling down her face after the memorial for Seph and Soth. She wipes them away as she walks through the hallway back to the locker room. Panthro reaches his locker room and kick the door open. Once inside he slumps in a chair and buries his face in his hands thinking how he lost.Malice walks by and stops in front of his door. She knocks gently and looks in at him.))

Malice: Hey...

Panthro: (doesnt look up) What do you want? Come to talk more how I'm not part of the Darkness?! Man you know nothing of where I've been!

((Malice walks into the room and sits beside him, tears still sliding down her face.))

Malice: No...I just came to tell you your match was unfair, and the ref is blind.You should've won!

Panthro: Should of but didn't (moves his hands and looks at her) You okay?

Malice: I'm fine...Just crying my eyes out over the loss of two great warriors... They're gone...Leaving the Darkside in the hands of Creeper...The White Knight and the Athar gone...

Panthro: I'm sorry (doesnt know what else to say)

((Malice just looks at him wiping away the tears. A small smile forms on her lips as she gets up.))

Malice: About that whole date thing...I know that you lost and everything...How about we do it anyway?

Panthro: You know nows not a time to mess with me.

Malice: I'm serious! I want to do it! I mean you and I...Who knows...We might hit it off...Come on...

Panthro doesn't need to be told twice. Leaping up he grabs his things

Panthro: Well Lets go.

Malice: Let's paint the town red!

((She laughs still with that evil laugh as they head out of the room, shutting the door behind them.))

Travis: NOOOOO!!! My Malice is taken!

Eddie: There's still fish in the sea that you can watch, and hope you'll get them you know!

Travis: It's not the same...Malice was my last shot...

Standard Match
Crusader vs Creeper

Eddie: This is going to be one for the ages, folks! Creeper and Crusader...

Travis: Can it, wouldja?

Eddie: Ignore the moron, folks. Crusader's gotten off to a very controversial start here... He's been making the moves on Cleo.

Travis: I'd love to make the moves on her...

Eddie: Yeah, and get your arms ripped off!

((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.))

Eddie: The Creeper looks ready to go, and...

((The screen shows the interior of Max's home, where he is laying in his bed. Satin sheets cover his body, as he smiles and looks in the camera.))

Max: Hello Creep! How's it going? Sorry I couldn't be there, but I've been a bit detained! I know it's my debut match, and everything, and all these people are here to see me. But I had something that had to be done! So I guess I'm going to have to forfeit and have an official loss. Don't think it's because I'm scared, but I think it'll even out! Because you see I know something you don't know! See, while you're there handling business, I'm here with her!

((Just then the covers move, and Cleo pops her head out looking up at the screen.))

Cleo: Hi Creeper!

Max: So all in all, it's a victory either way! And if you want this.

((He holds up Cleo's pendant.))

Max: Come and take it from me!

((All of a sudden the screen cuts off leaving Creeper standing in the middle of the ring furious. He goes to stalk off to the back, only to stop and look at the top of the ramp in annoyance. But it isn't B.D. he sees... It's Jericho! Jericho walks to the ring and speaks in a low voice. Creeper looks at his new pupil in annoyance, then a smile cuts across his face. It's a smile that does NOT bode well for Crusader... Jericho's face has a similar smile. They walk backstage together, Creeper talking animatedly to his student of Darkness. Jericho listens raptly, absorbing all his teacher has to tell him.))

Travis: What a ripoff! No Cleo!

Eddie: Now we know why. She was in the Crusader's bed!

Travis: It's not fair...

Eddie: And on top of all that, Creeper was smiling at whatever Jericho told him! This can't be good for Crusader...

Travis: For once, I'm going to say the smart thing. Whatever Creeper does to Crusader, he'll have deserved it.

Eddie: I'm sure you're right. But did you see the smile on Jericho's face?

Travis: *shuddering* I certainly did. His brain ain't firing on all cylinders!

Eddie: No argument here. We'll be back after this.

((Sceen fades and goes to commercail.))

((Camera opens in a complete white room, whispers are heard in the back ground. The whispers grow loudly turning to shouts and cheers, sounds of stomping feet are also hearded. Enfrocer, Kidd Rock, and Spoon are shown dressed in street clothes and come running for their lives, theu look behind them before running out of site. Not far behind them comes dozens and dozens of screaming fans. One stops and pulls a bottle out of his pocket, the guy appearnce is very close to Kidd's. The camera goes a close up on the bottle it reads, "Obsession")

Announcer: Obsession, by Kalvin Clone.))

Back Alley Brawl
Enforcer vs Bull

Eddie: Well, now we have a match between Enforcer and Bull.

Travis: A back alley brawl. It’s going to be a party!

Eddie: What about the fact that Enforcer and The Creeper were in the same place, same hallway, this past week, saw each other, but neither man attacked the other. Enforcer and The Creeper have made no secret of the fact that neither man likes the other.

Travis: They may not like each other, but they probably have learned to respect one another, at this point.

Eddie: Maybe, but to have those two, who have made their biggest impacts, and matches, against each other, just walk away from an instance that could have cost either of them, or both of them, their matches tonight.

Travis: The Creeper would have destroyed him. Enforcer knows that. That’s why he didn’t attack.

Eddie: Okay, why didn’t The Creeper attack him, then?

Travis: Evil.

Eddie: What?

Travis: How evil is it to not give Enforcer an ass-whooping, when he expects it, and wants it? Really evil.

Eddie: Okay, whatever you’re smoking is apparently some real bad stuff.

Travis: I don’t smoke.

Eddie: Well, the two men are already, apparently, starting.

((The camera moves to the parking garage, where Enforcer has already gotten the upper hand, and is now raining fists onto Bull’s form. Enforcer picks Bull up, tossing him like a dart into one of the walls of the garage. Bull gets to his knees, grabbing a packing crate, and flinging it at Enforcer, like a discus. Enforcer knocks the crate to the side, looking back toward where Bull had been. Bull had disappeared. Enforcer turns, at a squeak, seeing a garbage dumpster hurtling toward him. Enforcer rolls to the side, coming up in a low crouch, taking a chair shot to the head.))

Eddie: Bull’s playing some serious mindgames, here, with Enforcer. But Enforcer is as tough as they come.

Travis: He’s also a loser. Bring back Malice!

Eddie: Travis, I’m sure I can find Jarred in the building.

Travis: Okay, being good now.

((True to form, Enforcer takes the first shot, simply looking at Bull like he’s lost his mind, Bull smashing him in the head, again, with the chair. In the end, it takes at least six chair shots to drop Enforcer, Bull not letting that opportunity pass him by, continuing the chair assault. Enforcer finally rolls away, getting to his feet, and sending Bull into the wall, causing Bull to drop the chair. Enforcer grabs the chair himself, smashing Bull in the back with the chair. A figure appears on the outskirts of the camera. The camera moves slightly, showing Tiger standing just off-camera, watching the match with her arms folded over her chest. Enforcer sees her, shouting at her. When Enforcer turns back to Bull, Bull launches himself at Enforcer, headbutting the chair into Enforcer’s chest, dropping Enforcer to the ground, Bull starting to shake his head, in an attempt to clear the cobwebs.))

Eddie: HOLY CRAP! What was that?!

Travis(Laughing): Must have been the Bull charge.

Eddie: That was crazy!

Travis: Not like anything more could be done to Bull’s mind.

((Enforcer gets to his feet only when Bull hauls him to his feet. Bull grabs Enforcer, lifting him for a bodyslam, then turning it, and dropping Enforcer head-first into the fallen chair. Bull kicks Enforcer off the now-dented chair, picking it up, and, again, beating Enforcer with the chair. The chair eventually becomes a useless hunk of metal, Bull tossing it aside. Enforcer catches Bull in the midsection, hitting a DDT to the concrete.))

Eddie: Tiger is making Enforcer’s life difficult, here.

Travis: He’s just an idiot. He needs to keep his mind on the match!

Eddie: Would you be able to do that, Travis?

Travis: Of course not. But I wouldn’t be trying to fight her. Unless she liked that.

Eddie: You do realize that she would cut your balls off and keep them in a jar by her bed, right?

Travis: Yeah, but what a way to go.

Eddie: You need clinical help.

((Enforcer hauls Bull to his feet, tossing him onto a SUV parked in the parking garage, following him up.))

Eddie: ENFORCING THE LAW!!

Travis: DAMMIT!

Eddie: Did you have money on Bull?

Travis: No! That was my SUV! Why is it always my car?!

Eddie: It’s called luck, Travis.

((Enforcer pins Bull on the now-destroyed roof of the SUV, the referee standing, and administering the count on the hood of the SUV. 1. . . 2. . . .3!!!))

Eddie: Enforcer has won, but he was taken to task, here, tonight.

Travis: I’ve got to admit, Bull surprised me, here.

((The camera moves to Tiger. Tiger rolls her eyes, makes a dismissive motion with her hand, and spits in Enforcer’s direction, walking off.))

((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.))

Cage Match
Blood Dragon vs Vivian

Eddie: This is what we've all been waiting for!

Travis: I get to see that new chick Vivian!

Eddie: That's not what I meant!

Travis: Yes it is!

((The driving intro to the song cuts through the crowd, silencing them all as one. The lights dim, to flicker in a strobe light's haze. Walking down, eyes fixed on the ring itself, she nears, clipboard in hand, entering the ring extremely slowly.))

Jean Fortello: Making her way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 225lbs, from the Creeper's compound, Vivian!

Travis: Damn she's good looking!

Eddie: Keep your mind on the match!

Travis: I will!

Eddie: Yeah right!

(("Downfall comes over the pa, as the arena pitches into darkness. Two or three blood red spotlights start searching through the crowd bathing all the fans in the deep red light. When they finally come together it is the center of the ring, where Blood is standing with arms raised, and his head bowed as if in prayer. Suddenly red pyro shoots off from the four ring posts to meet above Blood's now raised head in the shape of a Dragon.))

Jean Fortello: And his opponent, weighing in at 245lbs, from Melbourne Florida, Blood Dragon!

Travis: Go Vivian!

Eddie: You have money riding on her don't you?

Travis: No...I just want to look up her ski...

Eddie: Don't even say it!

((Vivian and Blood stare at each other as the cage door is closed behind them. The bell sounds and Blood takes down Vivian with an arm drag. Vivian hits the mat and she lays there for a minute, until Blood grabs her and goes for a DDT. She hits the mat again and Blood goes to climb the cage. Vivian gets to her feet slowly and shakes the cage making him fall back on to the mat. When he hits the mat she picks Blood up and goes for a snap suplex. Blood hits the mat again and Vivian goes to climb the cage, only to have her foot grabbed by Blood.))

Travis: I almost got a look...

Eddie: Get your mind out of the gutter Travis, and keep it on the match please!

Travis: I'm trying Eddie! I really am!

((She tries to shake Blood off her foot, but is dragged down to the mat face first against the cage, scratching her face. She screams in agony as she finally hits the mat. Blood grabs her and for a T-Bone suplex. Vivian tries to get out of it, and manges to kicking Blood in the midsection before he hits it. She falls back as he lets go. She goes for the Rescheduling and hits it. Blood hits the mat and she goes for the door.))

Travis: She's taking Blood to the cleaners in there!

Eddie: She's determined to make Creeper proud I guess.

Travis: Well if she doesn't that's fine...I'll take her in...

((Blood grabs Vivian's foot again and makes her fall to the mat. He gets up and steps on her back as he makes his way to the door. He manages to get it open, but Vivian is on her feet and with her hands on the door. She brings the door towards them and cracks Blood in the face, sending him backwards. Vivian kicks him a few times and goes for the Tantrum. She hits it, but Blood brings his knees up catching her in the midsection. Both are in pain as they crawl towards the door.))

Travis: C'mon Vivian! You can beat Blood Dragon!

Eddie: You don't have money riding on her huh?

Travis: Nope!

Eddie: I'm sure!

((Blood manages to get to the door first and starts to make his way out. He's hit from behind by Vivian and dragged back from the door. She climbs out of the ring and out through the door as the bell sounds.))

Jean Fortello: And here is your winner, Vivian!

Travis: I knew she could do it!

Eddie: How much did you win?

Travis: 2 grand! Hey!

((Vivian's music begins to play as she makes her way backstage. Blood just lays in the middle of the ring as the ref checks to see if he's alright.))

Eddie: This has been some night! And it’s not over yet.

Travis: What’s left?

Eddie: We still have the big contract signing with The Tiger up next.

Travis: The ex- con? No one wants her back. This will be pointless and boring!

Eddie: Either way it’s next!

((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!))

((The camera opens up back in the ring, the red carpet has been put out over the ring and the ramp. In the ring Autumn Lewis stands looking over the cheering crowd of what if to come. In her hand is a clip board with a few papers, Autumn sets the clip board down on the table and picks up a mic.))

Autumn: The past three months have been long but not as long as it has felt for The Tiger. But let me put rest to the many rumors floating around sense Desolation. The Tiger did not escape from prison, she has made parole and up for a contract renewal. Which is the point of this night and why I am going all out for The Tiger’s return. So please everyone stand and welcome back ….. THE TIGER!

((The lights lower while the whole arena leaps to their feet and rock the arena with cheers. On the HWC-Tron shows a radio dail as Don’t Treat On Me starts before it changes to Break Stuff then to Tear Away only to changing to Better The You. The radio dail changes one last time as King of My World plays by Saliva. A large blast of red pyro goes off, once the fire clears The Tiger is seen slowly walking down the ramp headed to the ring. Her hair’s now black and long, having a full head of hair for a change. She is dressed in blue jeans and blue button down shirt worn open with a plan white shirt under it. She climbs into the ring and pauses looking over the crowd as if seeing them for the first time. She hears their cheers and chants and throws her arms stair out as if to knowledge them.))

Eddie: The Tiger is back in the HWC! The Hardcore Icon will no doubt be running wildly like before.

Travis: And this of any interest to me?

((Tiger looks over the crowd as the lights come up and her song fades. The cheers of her name continue on. Tiger merely grins and takes a seat on a folding chair behind the desk, she leans back and kicks her feet up. After a few moments it finally quiets down enough for Autumn to speak.))

Autumn: Let me be the first Tiger to welcome you back.

((Tiger grins at her crossing her arms over her chest and nods.))

Autumn: And now that your back I have a contract here promising you a job here for the next three years.

((Tiger nods again looking impressed and glances over the crowd as they break out into loud cheers again. Autumn comes to stand at Tiger’s side placing the clip board before her. Autumn looks at Tiger and holds out a pen to her.))

Autumn: What you say, you sign this and make your return official?

((Tiger stands and looks at Autumn then down at the contract for a moment. Looking back up at Autumn Tiger rubs her face grinning again taking the pen and signing the contract.))

Autumn: Let this moment go down in history, this is the start of a new era in the HWC….

((Tiger looks away from Autumn and nods to her words before grabbing the chair she was sitting it and spinning quickly slamming it down on Autumn’s head. The cheers turn to boos and Tiger stands over Autumn looking down on her still holding the chair.))

Travis: YES! At last The Tiger just did something intelligent!

Eddie: Tiger just hit our President with a steel chair! What could of caused her to do something so fowl and twisted!

((Tiger leans down and grabs the mic from Autumn’s hand. Tiger looks over the crowd now booing at her.))

The Tiger: Autumn had one thing right…… This is a new era, for me. Like I have brought new meaning to the word hardcore in this fed, I will now bring a whole new meaning to the word….. Bad!

((Tiger lowers the mic and just sneers as the crowd breaks into boos of “You Suck!”))

Travis: Tiger just got 10 shades of a lot cooler in my eyes.

Eddie: Your sick Travis, just like The Tiger. Well I must say this, a dark cloud has now fallen over the HWC as no one is safe from this twisted psycho!

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