((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.))

((Camera opens up on Autumn Lewis standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand. All the lights are down except for a spotlight shining down in her. A hush falls over the arena as Autumn begins to speak.))

Autumn: June 15th is the date for the HWC Pay Per View 3rd Level of Hell. A Pay per view created by Martin Smalls. Well sad to say Smalls is still in the hospital from injeries from a TLC match at Desolation. Sad to some, others.... well it's hard to say. BloodLust Slayerz are still missing, but I will deal with them later. I am annoucing that I am taking control of Smalls Pay per view, Blood will still be the man to beat at the end of the touriment and all other pervious desission made by Martin Smalls will stay. It will still be three different Hardcore matches with 12 HWC superstars. The matches will be selected at random. And may god have mercy on them.... cause when the World Title is up for grabs no one else will.

Travis: Did you hear that?

Eddie: I'm sitting right here arn't I!

Travis: Man what crawled up your ass and died?!

Eddie: You.

Travis: Well, becides that I can't wait. I'm sure this will be the most brutal thing ever seen on TV.

Autumn: As for The Tiger....

The Tiger: As for me what!...

((With out theme music The Tiger steps out onto the stage over looking the ring. A spotlight shines down on her showing her dressed in a black leather Harley Davidson jacket with an orange stripe across the chest. She grins darkly at Autumn as the crowd starts to boo.))

The Tiger: By the way..... Hows yar head?!

Autumn: Tiger you have no respect this is my time. No one invited you!

The Tiger: Don't need to, but yas was goen talk bout. What ever ya have to say..... Ya can say it to my face!

Autumn: So be it Tiger. I can see now why you were locked away. And as punishment for your actions I can have you removed from the Tourament at 3rd Level of Hell.

The Tiger: Ya can't stop me from being in it!

Autumn: Oh but I can. You seem to forget I own and run this fed. But I will give you a chance. Tonight if you can beat Crusader in the ring... Fairly! When you can stay in it.

The Tiger: (scoffs) Is that all. Autumn ys make my job to easy. That belt will be mine in no time. Once again Autumn, yar as dumb as ya look!

((King of my world plays as Tiger turns to go. She pauses looking over her shoulder at Autumn and chuckles. In the ring Autumn look ready to exploid.))

Travis: 50,000 on Tiger tonight.

Eddie: I hope she mugs you out in the parking lot after the show!

Standard Match
Bull vs Seikan

Eddie: Well, first off, we have a match between Bull and Seikan. This will be interesting.

Travis: Two glorified jobbers. Great. Why do I always have to be out here for these jobber matches?

Eddie: Travis, bear in mind, Jarred is in the building.

Travis: Yipe! I’ll behave.

Jean Fortello: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Cameron, North Carolina, weighing in at 270 lbs, being accompanied to the ring by Joseph Moore. . . .SEIKAN!!

((The pyro explodes in a semi circle shape, then, Seikan walks out along with his manager, Joseph, and walks down the ring remaining in a normal attitude, when he gets into the ring, he gets on any turnbuckle and lifts his right hand into the air in a fist shape, he then brings it down, smirks, jumps from the turnbuckle and stands in the middle of the ring, his manager stepping out of it.))

Eddie: Seikan appears ready.

Travis: (Snoring)

Eddie: Travis, wake up!

Travis: Hey! You jabbed me with that pen!

Eddie: Then stay awake!

Jean Fortello: And his opponent, from Bendigo, Australia, weighing in at 286 lbs, accompanied to the ring by Natasha. . . . BULL!!!

((The arena goes dark and a single spot light hits the stage and lighting strikes the stage and the whole 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 smiling 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. Bull enters the ring, to take a kick to the face. Bull gets to his feet, in the corner. Seikan advances, Bull spinning, and slinging him into the corner, throwing punches in a series of flurries. Bull grabs Seikan, and goes for a Cutter, only to get dropped, hard, to his side. Seikan hits the top rope, then comes off with an elbowdrop, Bull moving. Bull gets to his feet, catching Seikan with a kick to the midsection, then lifting Seikan into the air, and hitting an awesome brain buster.))

Eddie: These two men are pulling out all stops, here.

Travis: Two damn jobbers.

Eddie: Shut up, Travis!

((Seikan stays down only long enough to struggle to his feet. As Bull stands, Seikan charges him, slamming him into the turnbuckle, then putting his shoulder into Bull’s stomach, then backing up, and hitting a hurracanrana out of the corner. Curling up, Bull rolls over, coming to his feet, and catching Seikan with a clothesline that nearly takes his head off. Seikan spins in midair, landing on his hands and knees, moving up behind Bull. As Bull turns, Seikan kicks him in the midsection.))

Eddie: DEATH SLAM!!

Travis: What?!

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

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

Travis: Hardly a way to start of this night.

Eddie: It was just the first match!

Travis: And a crapy one at that.

Eddie: We need to take a break and I need one from you!

((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!))

I Quit Match
Cleo vs Sarafan

Eddie: Now we have a match between Cleo and Sarafan. An I Quit match, no less.

Travis: Alright! Two women in the same ring! This night can’t get any better!

Eddie: Settle down, Travis.

Jean Fortello: This next match is an I Quit match. Introducing first, from Okinawa, Japan, weighing in at 115 lbs, accompanied to the ring by Johnny Cho. . . SARAFAN!!!

((At the back of the stage, a grey sphere rolls to the top of the ramp. As Queensryche blares over the airwaves, a laser beam strikes the sphere and cracks it open. Grey fog billows out, then rapidly disperses, revealing a lone figure. The figure moves forward, now identified as a striking female. Behind her and to her right, a man emerges in a black dress shirt and trousers. The lower half of her face is concealed by a black silk mask. The pants of her ring outfit are decorated with red embroidery. Her long black hair is pulled back in a braid to minimize the risks of her hair being pulled. She pads down to the ring, Johnny Cho behind her the whole way, not looking to either side as she goes. Once she gets to the ring, she sprinkles a handful of rice on the mat, then kneels in the far corner to await her opponent.))

Eddie: Sarafan looks set for battle, here.

Travis: Look at her a-

Eddie: Travis! I told you already! Keep your mind on the match and not the women in it!

((The lights go down almost into blackness, as gold spotlights search over the crowd, as soft woman’s voices are heard speaking in the ancient Egyptian tongue almost chanting, as if calling something into this world. A soft piano music begins to play as the word “Forever” is whispered. The song “Forever May Not Be Long Enough” by Live begins to blare through the arena as the two golden spotlights come together at the back of the entrance ramp. There are 4 men wearing what looks like ancient Egyptian slave attire with the crown of Osiris resting upon their heads, appear carrying a Royal carriage. There lays Cleo done in her usual ring attire with the scepters laying in her lap and the crown of Egypt on her head. Creeper is nowhere to be found.))

Travis: Hey Creeper isn't with her. Maybe she changed her mind and left him?

Eddie: I doubt that Travis!

Travis: Well where is he then?

Eddie: I'm not sure...

((When they reach the ring the carriage is set down and one of the guys helps Cleo to her feet and bows before her as she climbs into the ring. She raises her arms and gold sparkle falls from nowhere, as she hands the scepters and crown to one of the young men revealing that it's Mia! She climbs into the ring and is handed a mic, and smiles at her best friend.))

Eddie: What in the hell?

Travis: Mia? Oh my god! She looks so hot!

((The crowd cheers as she looks around the arena. She waves and pops a bubble with her gum. Sarafan just stands there looking confused, but smiles.))

Mia: I bet your all wondering what I'm doing beginning carried down here on that lovely barge, instead of Cleo? Well I always wanted to be carried by four handsome, strong guys on something like that...No, actually I'm here because Ms. Kane, Cleo as you know her, has asked me to do something for her. She has asked me to deliver a message to all of her fans, the members of the HWC, and you Sarafan...

Travis: Oh no! My sweet Queen is...

Eddie: It looks like your sweet Queen went AWOL!

Travis: NOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Mia: First of all to her fans, she regrets leaving you, she loves you all for your support that you have given her over these past months that she has been here, to perform for you, to show you that the ancient blood will never die!

((The crowd roars as Mia paces in the middle of the ring and occasionally look at Sarafan.))

Mia: Next, to all the members of the HWC, she'll miss only a few. She wishes she would have had a chance to challenge each and every one of us! To Smalls, all she has to say is, kiss her Royal ass, and to Ms. Lewis, thank you for giving her a chance to prove herself.

Travis: She didn't thank me?

Eddie: Why would she Travis? You've just drooled over her the whole time she was here!

Travis: (Sniffs) I know...

((Mia walks to Sarafan and stands in front of her laying a hand on her shoulder and smiles.))

Mia: And to you Sarafan, she apologizes that she could not be here... She did want to be here for this match, but she couldn't stand it any longer. Something has to be done. But that's not the only news I have to give to all of you...

((The crowd starts to cheer slightly and Mia has tears streaming down her face, as she looks at Sarafan.))

Mia: The other reason I am out here, is to give my goodbye's as well...With everything that has happened it is time I go home to Japan. I have many things to sort out, and I just need some time before I will return... To the fans that are here tonight, and at home, I will miss you most of all. It'll be hard for me to say how, much you mean to me...You've stuck by me through everything, given me a home in the spotlight... The Otaku Angel is spreading her wings! To all those in the back, it was nice kicking your asses all over this ring... But to my best friend Sarafan...I thank, and will miss most of all... You saved me, brought me back from the depths of hell...And now I have to leave you again...

((Sarafan looks at her with a saddened look on her face, and hugs her. The mic hits the mat, as "Simple and Clean" begins to play. Sarfan raises Mia's hand as the crowd erupts into cheers. Mia looks around and the tears still stream down her face, as Sarafan and her hug once more.))

Travis: This is so touching...

Eddie: Indeed it is. Two more members of the Darkside are gone.

Travis: The two pretty ones...Why did they have to go?

Eddie: Maybe it was their time?

Travis: Yeah, but not mine!

((Sarfan and Mia hop out of the ring and head backstage, as cherry blossoms start to fall. The Toyko Angels together for one last time. They look back at the crowd and seem to disappear in a white mist.))

Travis: What an exit!

Eddie: That is the last time you'll see Mia Lang folks. Whatever Ms. Lang does, we here at the HWC send her all the best of luck, and best wishes. We'll be back after this.

((Camera opens up on a prision guard sitting at his desk with his feet up. As he relaxes he bites into a Snickers candy bar. The camera starts to pan back as the sound of yelling and a siren goes off. As the camera pans back a prison riot can bee seen breaking out. Things are thrown and fights start, all the while the guard doesn't seem to notice it one bite. The camera comes to a stop seeing the cause of the fight as The Tiger and Harley Quinn are seen going blow for blow.)

Announcer: Lazyness.... another side effect of hunger. Try Snickers to get you threw that long day.))

((Camera cuts back stage to Panthro and Chimaira arguing over their performance at last weeks Tag Battle Royal. Most of the words yelled back and forth is in their native tunge, Spanish. The mood turns to brooding rage when Chimaira pushes Panthro.))

Panthro: Touch me again, and you will feel pain like no other!

Chimaira: I'm so scared! Take your threats and shove them up your ass!

Panthro: Why they let you in this fed I have no clue. You have no talent. And it's cause of that and your "I'm so great" attitude is what costed us the match and the Tag Titles!

Chimaira: Oh and you think you could of done better?!

Panthro: I KNOW I could have done better then you!

Chimaira: Yea? Prove it!

Panthro: Fine!

Chimaira: Any match any where!

Panthro: Hardcore match!.... at a Walmart!

Chimaira: What ever pain boy!

((The two stare each other down for a moment before Panthro turns and storms off. Chimaira watches him go and smirks at him. Once Panthro is out of sight Chamaira pulls out his cell phone and makes a call.))

Hardcore Title Match
Creeper(c) vs Jarred Dylan

Eddie: Well, next up, we have a match between one half of the tag champs, Jarred Dylan, and the reigning Hardcore champion, The Creeper.

Travis: After The Creeper lost Cleo, earlier tonight, I think he’s going to be more scary.

Eddie: You seem to have gotten more reserved now.

Travis: Jarred’s going to be out here soon.

Eddie: Makes sense.

Jean Fortello: The following match is for the HWC Hardcore championship, and is set for one fall. Introducing first, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 225lbs, accompanied to the ring by Eric Taylor, one half of the HWC Tag Team champions. . . JARRED DYLAN!!!!

((As the lights dim, a rolling fog cascades over the ramp, obscuring the entrance from view. Hovering lights can be seen, made ever eerie by the haunting music provided by Queensryche. When Geoff Tate's voice first screams "one more time around", the fog lifts to reveal Jarred Dylan and his young companion, Eric Taylor. They make their way to the ring, Eric trying not to show his awe at being this side of the ring barrier.))

Eddie: There’s Jarred. Looking surprisingly intense.

Travis: He was intense to begin with, Eddie.

Eddie: Good point. But this seems like a far more. . . sinister type of intensity.

Jean Fortello: And his opponent, the reigning HWC Hardcore champion, from the Second Tier of Hell, weighing in at 250 lbs. . . THE CREEPER!!!

((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. The Creeper drops from the turnbuckle, the bell ringing, The Creeper walking toward Jarred, making a motion for Jarred to come toward him.))

Eddie: Neither of these two men seems ready to back down.

Travis: The Creeper’s going down!

Eddie: Why do you say that?

Travis: Because, Jarred’s got that weird intensity you were talking about.

Eddie: So he does, but that’s an intensity that The Creeper has always had. This match may very well be one of the closest ones of the night.

((Jarred punches The Creeper in the jaw, following it up with a kick to the midsection, and transitioning to a flowing DDT. The Creeper stays down for a few moments, then stands, giving Jarred an approving smile, before the two men lock up again.))

Eddie: It’s like The Creeper’s not even trying here.

Travis: He’s trying, but he’s just not good enough.

Eddie: So what was that smile, then, Travis?

Travis: The Creeper is a masochist.

Eddie: Masochist. Look that one up especially for this match?

Travis: I’m not stupid, Eddie!

((Jarred locks The Creeper’s right arm in an armbar, tightening it, then slamming his elbow into The Creeper’s shoulderblade repeatedly, before turning the move into a Fujiwara armbar. Surprising everyone, most of all Jarred, The Creeper uses his left arm to push himself nearly horizontal, then curling his feet up underneath him, and standing, turning the armbar into a backbreaker.))

Eddie: Look at the power, there!

Travis: He cheated!

Eddie: He did not! You want to go tell The Creeper?

Travis: Uh. . . no.

Eddie: At this rate, The Creeper will simply outlast Jarred.

((The Creeper picks Jarred up, tossing him toward the ropes, the referee getting clipped by one of Jarred’s elbows, the referee stumbling through the ropes outside the ring, unconscious. The Creeper simply moves to the side, looking at the referee.))

Eddie: The referee’s down!

Travis: The Creeper did that on purpose!

Eddie: I’m sure he did, Travis. The Creeper wanted to take out the ref because the ref was preventing him from winning this match.

Travis: You see it too?!

((The Creeper shrugs, turning back to the match at hand. Lifting Jarred for a bodyslam, The Creeper spins Jarred slightly, going for a DDT, only to have Jarred plant his feet, and stop the DDT from connecting. Again, The Creeper seems amused by that. From behind The Creeper, a chair crashes into the back of his head.))

Eddie: That’s Tiger! What is she doing out here?!

Travis: I don’t know. But Jarred’ll take advantage of her interference!

((Tiger rears back, to swing, again, only to find The Creeper facing her suddenly, holding the chair from striking. Plucking the chair from her hand, The Creeper piefaces her to the outside, turning to Jarred. The referee stands, finally, holding his head. After a moment, the ref slides into the ring. The Creeper glances at the ref, then two pillars of fire appear in the ring. When the fire disappears, so too, have Jarred and The Creeper.))

Jean Fortello: Uh. . . as a result of a no contest, this match has been thrown out.

Travis: I feel robbed! Come back here and kill each other!

Eddie: Shut up and sit down!

((Mia is gathering up her stuff and listening to "Imaginary" by Evanescence. She doesn't hear the knock at the door. Panthro grows tired of knocking and already angered by Chimaira, he kicks open the door. Mia has her back to him, Panthro walks right up to her and pulls off her head phones, he throws them angerly across the room. Mia looks back at him with a shocked look, and almost falls over her own feet.))

Mia: What did you do that for?

Panthro: Why are you leaving!

Mia: I have to! I can't explain why! It's just something I have to do!

((She turns from him and walks over to where the headphones sit.))

Mia: You wouldn't understand!

Panthro: I don't understand?! What I don't understand is hoen you can just up and leave with no thought! .......I thought you cared Mia but I guess your going to treat me the same way you treated Mystic J!

((She turns around and slaps him across the face. Tears stream down her face, as she looks at him. Her brown eyes filled with saddness and rage.))

Mia: Never mention that name around me! I do care for you...Come with me... The two of us can step out of the spotlight for a while! Just live normal lives!

Panthro: And do what? I have no other skills!

Mia: I don't know...All I know is I have to go! With the dark influence around her Malice has a chance of coming back!

((She walks back to her bag and sighs wiping away the tears))

Mia: If she comes back, alot more people are going to get hurt!

Panthro: You walk threw that door..... and we are over!

Mia: Did you even care? Malice was a horrible...

((She looks at him and sighs grabbing her bag.))

Mia: Fine...Then I guess this is it! See ya around Panthro...

((She slips the head phones bck on her ears, as the song "Everybody's Fool begins to play in her ears.))

Panthro: Goodbye Mia........ How do you know Malice still isn't in control? You did only care for your self!

((The batteries seem to die in the walkman and she looks back at the room where Panthro stands alone.))

Mia: Farwell Panthro-San...Until we meet again...

((She continues to walk on and soon disappears.))

Panthro: May pain never let you find peace, and may you rot in hell!

((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.))

Standard Match
The Tiger vs Crusader

Eddie: Well, after a great bunch of matches thus far tonight, now we have a match between Crusader and Tiger.

Travis: Crazy biker chick coming through!

Eddie: Yes, but let’s see you say that to her face.

Jean Fortello: This next match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 180 lbs. . . THE TIGER!!!

((King of My World plays followed by a explotions of fire like pyro around the stage. Smoke fills the stage from the fire and out from the smoke walks The Tiger. She broods as she walks slowly to the ring, climbing it she enters threw the middle rope. Tiger steps out into the middle of the ring and holds out her arms from her sides with her first clentched. She turns and looks to the stage before dropping her arms waiting for the match to start.))

Eddie: She’s looking a bit more unhinged every week.

Travis: Yet she still looks good! Damn. Fate is a cruel mistress!

Jean Fortello: And her opponent, from Rome, Italy, weighing in at 468 lbs, accompanied to the ring by the Maenads. . . CRUSADER!!!

((O Fortuna plays as Crusader and the Maenads walk out and stand on the stage. Before they can move anywhere beyond the stage, Tiger is already upon him, tackling him into the wall behind him, then pulling him back slightly, saying something to him, and proceeding to ram him headfirst into the wall under the large screen. Tiger grabs Max again, tossing him into the side of the entranceway, where he collides, and falls away.))

Eddie: Tiger’s lost her mind!

Travis: It wasn’t much there to begin with!

((Tiger goes toward the ring, coming back with a chair, setting it up on the top of the ramp, then kicking Max in the midsection, DDT-ing him into the unfolded chair, obliterating the chair itself. One of the Maenads approaches, to stop the assault. Tiger’s head snaps to the Maenad, giving the Maenad a moment to realize what a mistake she made, before Tiger is upon her, hitting the Maenad with clubbing blows.))

Eddie: Tiger is beating on that poor woman!

Travis: Security! Someone get some men here with a straitjacket! She’s lost her mind completely!

(( Tiger climbs from the now-unconscious woman, a contented smile on her face, until she notices the other four Maenads, walking toward one menacingly, waiting for the Maenad to near the edge of the stage, Tiger rushing forward, picking her up, and snapping said Maenad down, in a harsh spinebuster, sending the Maenad down, to thud against the ground. Tiger turned, looking at the still-conscious three, one of them grabbing the discarded, and nearly forgotten, spear from the ground. Tiger moves toward that one, grabbing the haft of the spear herself, pulling it toward her, the Maenad resisting. Tiger turns the spear slightly, then slamming it back, the spear’s wooden haft cracking in half as Tiger forces it to bend over the Maenad’s head. The Maenad crumples to the floor, the remaining two Maenads fleeing. Tiger laughs, looking at the barely-moving Crusader.))

Eddie: What does she have in mind?

Travis: Whatever it is, it’s not good for Crusader.

Eddie: Anything goes, right now. The bell hasn’t yet rung!

((Tiger moves to Crusader, and begins beating him with the spear haft, then leaning down, and choking Crusader with the haft. Tiger lets Crusader rest a moment, on his hands and knees, before bringing the haft down, across the back of his neck, driving him into the steel rampway. Tiger puts her left boot on Crusader’s back, bringing the haft down, into Crusader’s kidneys over and over, her foot on his back preventing him from curling up to get away. As he puts his arm down, to block the attacks, she hits his wrist hard enough to create a crack that could be heard throughout the arena. Tiger resumes her assault on Crusader’s kidney, then picking him up again, to a seated position, splitting the haft across Crusader’s face. Crusader falls back, clutching his face, as Tiger discards both ends of the broken haft, picking Crusader up, and dragging him toward the ring.))

Eddie: There isn’t anything that Crusader can do right now.

Travis: I doubt he’s even still conscious.

Eddie: Tiger is voracious, here. She’s assaulting Crusader like he’s the only thing keeping her out of prison!

Travis: She’s pretty hot for a jailbird. I wonder if she was fresh meat?

Eddie: I’m thinking she probably beat everyone in the prison to a bloody pulp, and enjoyed every minute of it.

Travis: So, she’s probably into the S&M thing, then?

Eddie: I don’t know, Travis. Why don’t you ask her after this match?

Travis: Because, I’m sure she’d rip my stuff off, and make me eat it!

Eddie: You’re probably right about that one.

((Crusader, once inside the ring, catches Tiger with a move oddly reminiscent of Tiger’s own Click Click Boom. Tiger reels, then drops to the ground. Crusader picks Tiger up, as the referee calls for the bell. That momentary distraction is the only opportunity Tiger needs, as she hits a low blow, to Crusader, standing, and, apparently, in an endeavor to show Crusader how it’s done, steps back slightly, and hits the Click Click Boom, the move too fast for the crowd to chime in, but the move getting a thunderous round of applause. Crusader drops like a stone, Tiger moving to pin him, hooking the leg. 1. . . 2. . . . 3!!!))

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

Eddie: Tiger simply ripped into Crusader, like a piranha.

Travis: But a piranha with a sweet a-

Eddie: Don’t say it, Travis.

((Camera fades to a commercial. Camera opens up on a Walmart, the cuts to inside. BloodDragon is seen walking up and down the ailes of the store wearing the HWC World Title belt. Heading to check out he goes to register 3. Putting his idems on before the checker he notices something odd about the checker. The checker turns to face him turning out to be a HWC Ref. Then suddenly Do You Call My Name by Ra plays as cage like bars come down over the exits. The sound of yelling can be heard as HWC wrestlers come from every where and attack Blood Dragon.)

Announcer: Walmart persent HWC 3rd Level of Hell. June 15 from Las Vegas.

(Blood beats his fists into the face of Celtic as Vivan hangs onto his back trying to bring him down. From off the top of a sheilf Panthro delivers a drop kick to Blood knocking him down and into the camrea.))

No Holds Bar Match
Blood Dragon vs B.D.

Eddie: What a night so far...

Travis: Yeah...I lost Cleo and Mia...Both of my beauties are gone!

Eddie: I'm sure they'll be back someday...

Travis: Yeah right...I'll have no one to look at...

Eddie: Yes you will...Don't complain... Our next match is going to be something folks. Anything goes here tonight!

((As the song "(Can't Be) Fixed" fades in, the lights slowly dim, then die out completely. The explosion of sound from the PA accompanied by a equal explosion from the pyros around the rampway, as well as the ringposts, the ringposts then smoking heavily, looking like a mistake, the smoke filling the ring, then, once the ring is filled, the smoke dissipates, revealing B.D. sitting on a turnbuckle across from his opponent, or to the immediate left, if his opponent is yet to appear, his chin resting on his hand, his elbow on his knee, looking at his opponent like they're out of their mind for stepping into the ring with him. ))

Jean Fortello: Making his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 260 lbs., from the Second Tier of Hell, B.D!

Travis: This is going to be a fun match to watch!

Eddie: It's going to be deadly if nothing else.

Travis: Yeah and I got money riding on it to!

Eddie: Figures!

((As Downfall comes over the speakers, 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 in the center of the ring, where Blood is standing with his arms raised, and his head lowered as if in prayer. Suddenly red pyro shoots off from the four ringposts to meet above Blood's, now raised, head in the shape of a red Dragon.))

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

Eddie: Our World Champion here folks! Taking on a member of the Darkside!

Travis: You know it's to bad it's not for the title, B.D would kick his ass for it!

((The two of them lock up and stare each other down. B.D seems to have a smug look on his face as he looks at Blood. The bell sounds and Blood takes B.D down with an arm drag, sending him to the mat. Blood then slides out of the ring and starts tossing a few things in, that just happen to be under there. Trash cans, lead pipes, stop signs, kendo sticks, 2X4's soon follow behind, and are tossed into the ring. B.D grabs a lead pipe and Blood doesn't see him coming at him, sliding out of the ring with lead pipe in hand. Blood hits the floor, and B.D starts to work on Blood with it.))

Travis: Yeah! This is what I call a match!

Eddie: No one's been busted open yet, so that's a good sign.

Travis: Not yet! Remember you said anything goes Eddie!

((Blood manges to grab the lead pipe as B.D comes down for another hit, and jerks it out of B.D's hand, and starts beating him with it. The lead pipe bends in half, and Blood tosses it away and starts headingup the ramp way, with B.D following behind. Blood starts to climb up the HWC Tron and reaches the top. He looks down at B.D and does a Five Star Frog splash and misses B.D when he steps out of the way landing on the metal of the stage.))

Travis: That has got to hurt...

Eddie: I bet it did...

((B.D is going for the pin. 1...2...Blood gets the shoulder up and B.D picks him up and rams him into the the wall on the HWC tron. Blood cries out in pain, as he slumps against the wall. B.D goes for a standing powerslam in hopes that it will keep Blood down. He hits it and Blood is on the floor below the stage, clutching his back, but slowly getting to his feet.))

Travis: How in the hell did he live through that?

Eddie: I'm not sure, but it looks like he's in a lot of pain. But he's still going.

Travis: That'll change soon...

((B.D hops off the stage and lands in front of Blood only to be hit with a kick to the stomach followed by a 2X4 to the face, sending B.D flying backwards and hits the side of the stage. He hits the wall and slumps to the floor. Blood starts working on B.D with the 2X4 splitting it into a few pieces. He tosses the pieces away and goes for the pin. 1...2...B.D gets the shoulder up and sits up tossing Blood off of him, and sends him stumbling into a lighting post. B.D slowly gets to his feet and nearly gets hit with the light that Blood has in his hand. B.D grabs it from him and brings it right across his face, sending Blood flying once more.))

Travis: WOW!!! THAT WAS COOL!

Eddie: Figures you would enjoy that...

((As Blood gets to his feet blood starts to pour down his face. B.D just laughs seeing the blood drip down his opponents face. B.D rushes him and uses a spear putting him to the floor. B.D gets Blood to his feet and starts to haul him backstage, and towards the parking lot hitting Blood's head in the cases, the walls, and the doors. Finally they reach the parking lot and, Blood gets loose from B.D's grip. Blood gets on top of a car and goes for a top rope Drop Kick. He misses B.D and hits the cement floor. B.D smiles and laughs as he picks Blood up off the floor and goes for the Plague. He hits it and sends Blood to the floor again ripping his face all to pieces. B.D goes for the pin. 1...2...3! The bell sounds and B.D's music starts to play.))

Jean Fortello: And here is your winner! B.D!

Travis: YES! I won money!!

Eddie: I figured you would be on the champion!

Travis: What? That loser? Ha! I'm insulted!

Eddie: It wouldn't take much would it?

Travis: No, hey!

((B.D heads back stage and leaving Blood Dragon laying battered and beaten in the middle of the parking lot.))

Eddie: Well we've had some night here folks and we hope to see you all next week! As always I'm Eddie Daniels, with Travis Best. Goodnight folks.

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