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((The camera cuts backstage, into the parking garage, where a long, sleek, black limo pulls in, idling in front of the camera for a moment.))
Eddie: Who's this?
Travis: Someone in a limo, obviously.
Eddie: If you're going to be a smartass, I'm out of here.
Travis: Go for it. I could carry the show myself!
((The door finally opens, as Autumn Lewis steps from the limo, wearing a black suit, putting her white Stetson on her head, and nodding to the limo driver, the crowd erupting in a mad frenzy of cheers, as Autumn walks toward the building, and into the building.))
Eddie: Autumn's here!
Travis: Oh no. Why is she here?! She's going to ruin another perfect night!
Eddie: Travis, she is your boss.
Travis: Oh, and, just because I'm not sucking up to her, that means something?
((The screen engulfs in fire burning quickly and leaving behind the burn remains of the blue HWC logo followed by the word "Brutality being spray painted over it. The image fades as the voice of Fred Drust is head saying, "If only we could fly!" Shots of Panthro, and Jericho, and Kidd are seen as My Generation starts to play followed by a shot of BloodLust Slayerz delivering the Slayerz Spear to Ace. As the song gets hard so does the images, such as The Tiger nailing Autumn, Panthro, Sarafan, and Jarred with a chair follwing by the beat down of The Tiger at the hand of Bad News. The song slows showing The Creeper and Blood Dragon staring each other down just before they go blow to blow with the song speeding up again. The shot changes to that of Celtic standing in the ring with his fist raised and another of him delivering a big boot to Vivian. Before the song ends shots of Jericho getting brutal with a cane, and B.D. beating away on Lucien are seen. As the song fades the images fade to black as a small spot light pans over a tattered broken blood covered belt, the back to black.))
(("Only in America" plays over the building's PA as Autumn walks down to the ring, up the ring steps, and into the ring itself, asking for a mic. One is handed to her, and Autumn waits for the cheers to calm.))
Eddie: These people are still cheering. It's been what, five minutes?
Travis: More like 8.
Eddie: Oh, big difference.
((The cheers finally calm, and Autumn raises the mic to her lips.))
Autumn: Hello, Raleigh! (The crowd erupts in cheers again, Autumn smiling broadly. After a few more moments, the crowd calms, and Autumn speaks again.) I'm only going to be out here for a little while, but I do have something to say. About a year ago, Martin Smalls weaseled him self into this company to make matches, and keep his kind of order. In that time, we saw the death and return, twice, of Sephiroth Du Lac. We saw Tiger and Harley go to prison, and we've seen our former commissioner, Obake, step down. We've also seen the supposed death, and return, of Blood Dragon. Recently, we've seen first, Tiger, then B.D., begin a crusade of assaulting athletes on the roster. These last two have convinced me that, as far as enforcing and keeping order, Martin Smalls lacks the ability. Now, Martin-
((Autumn is interrupted by "Whatever", as Smalls walks onto the stage, mic in hand.))
Smalls: Wait a minute! I've kept order! You just keep giving me morons to work with! What kind of security crew would allow Tiger to abduct Vivian? What kind of security would allow B.D. to assault people?
Autumn: Let me finish, Martin. Since you're so adamant about this being unfair, I'll make this fair. You have the rest of the night. If you can keep, and maintain, order for the rest of the night, no problem. But, if things get out of hand, then, Martin, tonight will be your last night, period, in the HWC.
Eddie: What?! Is she saying what I think she is?
Travis: She can't do that! Smalls makes this company!
Eddie: I would suggest you stop kissing his ass. He might not be your boss anymore, after tonight.
Smalls: You can't do that to me! If it wasn't for me, the HWC would still be some bottom-rung pile of monkey crap! You want me to accept this, fine. After I keep order, tonight, you give me COMPLETE control over Slaughter, Warzone, and any and all Pay-Per-Views!
((Autumn nods once.))
Autumn: You got it, Martin. Tonight, it's all or nothing.
Smalls: Good!
((Smalls turns on his heel, walking backstage, Autumn walking backstage herself, "Only in America" playing again.))
Eddie: This is incredible! If Smalls manages to keep, and maintain, order, he will have complete control over the HWC matches, but, if he doesn't, he's fired!
Travis: I can't think this is smart, on Smalls' side.
Eddie: Why not?
Travis: Because both Tiger and B.D. are in the building tonight, for matches. I think they'll go out of their way to screw up Smalls' chance.
Standard Match
Hans Kuhmann vs Bull
Eddie: After that announcement we just heard, tonight’s gonna be big!
Travis: Bah. Smalls is gonna make it. I have faith in him.
Eddie: Your bookie wouldn’t let you bet on that?
Travis: Exactly.
Jean Fortello: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Frankfurt, Germany, weighing in at 220 lbs, representing Die Zerstörer. . . HANS KUHMANN!!!
((Seek & Destroy plays on the PA, with white strobes flashing in the entrance way. As the main body of the song kicks in, there is a blast of pyro, and Hans steps out. Hans paces back and forth across the stage a couple of times, gesturing for the fans to get on their feet, then power walks to the ring. He vaults over the top rope, climbs the corner, and flashes the "crossed hammers" at the fans, then repeats at the opposite corner.))
Eddie: First match in, one of the returning German athletes in a singles match.
Travis: Bah. They need to get some better people, here.
Eddie: Why?
Travis: Because the Germans can’t even speak English!
Eddie: You’re a bigoted pig sometimes, you know that?
Jean Fortello: And his opponent, from Bendigo, Australia, weighing in at 300 lbs, being accompanied to the ring by Natasha. . . BULL!!!
((Hero of the day hits over the Pa system and the lights go out as strobe lights hit all over the arena and then Bull walks out a point to the sky and smiles when he looks back to the floor and begins to walk towards the ring and jumps up onto the ring apron and leap frogs over the top rope and lands in the ring where he stops and walks over to the turnbuckle and points to the sky again. As Bull gets down, from the turnbuckle, and turns around, he’s clotheslined hard, Bull falling back into the turnbuckle. Hans steps back, dropkicking Bull in the face. Hans grabs Bull in a side headlock, then steps back, running up the turnbuckle, and jumping over the top turnbuckle, and out of the ring, dropping Bull throat first on the top turnbuckle, then releasing, Bull ricocheting into the ring, Hans landing on his feet outside the ring. Hans turns, sliding into the ring again, dropping a leg on Bull’s throat.))
Eddie: Hans seems prepared for Bull, here.
Travis: Well, duh. Bull’s been playing hooky from his training.
Eddie: You’re just full of useless comments tonight, aren’t you?
Travis: Always. Full of information.
Eddie: Full of some other things too.
((Bull slides under the bottom rope, Natasha jumping onto the apron, distracting the referee. Bull grabs something from his pocket, sliding into the ring. As Hans turns, Bull tosses whatever it is into Hans’s eyes, appearing to be a white powder. Hans recoils, clutching at his eyes, Bull hitting a spear to the blinded Hans, then jumping onto the top turnbuckle, and jumping off.))
Eddie: Raging Bull! That’s Bull’s trademark!
Travis: Yeah, but you gotta figure, as soon as Bull goes for the pin, no amount of powder in his eyes will help Bull get a pinfall.
Eddie: If Hans can’t see, and gets dropped by a few well-placed hits, he might.
Travis: Yeah, but “if” is like a Russian whore. It sucks.
Eddie: That’s not even close to right, Travis.
((Bull hauls Hans to his feet, lifting Hans as though for an inverted atomic drop, resting Hans on the top turnbuckle, climbing the turnbuckle himself, behind Hans, and lifting Hans to stand on the ropes.))
Eddie: Bull going for his finisher, the Overkill.
Travis: And if he hits this, there’s a good chance that Hans will stay down for about a 2 count.
Eddie: You bet on Hans, didn’t you?
Travis: Hey, I needed at least one sure thing.
Eddie: Ah.
((As Bull lifts Hans for the inverted powerbomb that makes up his finisher, Hans hooks his knees around Bull’s waist, curling forward, in an inverted sunset flip, Bull hitting the mat hard. However, Natasha still has the referee distracted for the first 7 seconds of the pin, the referee finally threatening to bar her from ringside if she doesn’t get down. Natasha drops from the apron, the referee turning, to the pinfall attempt, and making the count. 1. . . 2. . . kickout.))
Eddie: Natasha using her feminine wiles to give her man the time to kick out of a move that would have cost him the match right there, as evidenced by his near ten second timeframe.
Travis: He probably figured he had the match won, so didn’t take into account Hans’ ring experience.
Eddie: Well, Hans had been questioning why he had been put in a match against Bull, but he’s been hard-pressed to keep Bull down for the prerequisite 3 count.
Travis: Because Natasha distracted the ref!
Eddie: Granted, but, as you’re fond of pointing out, that final three is all that matters.
Travis: You like using my words against me, don’t you?
Eddie: It is pretty fun.
((Hans slowly gets to his feet, leaning heavily against the turnbuckle, wiping at his eyes. Bull gets to his feet, shaking his head, to clear the cobwebs, then charges at Hans. Hans, using the crowd’s response, darts to the apron, as Bull’s charge carries him into the turnbuckle post. Hans grabs Bull, draping Bull’s throat over the top rope, then hitting a high, vaulting sunset flip, his hands on Bull’s head, instead of the top rope, snapping Bull backward from a standing position. Instead of going for the pin, however, Hans jumps to his feet, and moves to the opposite turnbuckle.))
Eddie: LUFTWAFFE DIVE!!! You’ve got to believe that this match is over.
Travis: I don’t have to believe anything, and I resent the implication that I have to!
Eddie: Shut up for once!
((Hans hooks Bull’s near leg. 1. . . 2. . . Hans’ ankle is pulled, by Natasha, attempting to pull Hans out of the ring. She gets a shove with a boot for her trouble, Hans returning to hooking Bull’s leg. 1. . . 2. . . 3!!!))
Eddie: HANS WINS!
Travis: Thanks. Now I’m deaf.
((The crowd cheers wildly for Hans as he climbs out of the ring and heads up the ramp, he ways to his fans when he stops half way up. Out from the back with no music to greet him comes Tank the Dwarf. He stands before Hans and looks up at him, before Hans can say anything, Tank rams one end of the slege into his gut while knocking him off his feet with the other. Then coming up from behind Tank lead by Air Raid comes Cushion, Mystic J, and The Lurker. As they make their way to the ring Lurker grabs the ankle of Hans and drags him back to the ring. Cushion is the first into the ring, he grabs Bull who is starting to come around and pulls him into a bear hug. Natasha Tries to get into the ring to help Bull but is kept back by Mystic J. After nearly crushing hos ribs to dust, Cushion hoists Bull over his head and throws him out sode the ring below. By now most of the Jobbers have entered the ring and Air has gotten a mic. before he can ever speak the crowd errupt into boos.))
Air Raid: QUIET! For to long we Jobbers have sat in the back and watch others with less talent get all their glory. For to long we have performed only in dark matches before the real show. For to long we have been looked over time and time again. Well enough is enough!. We wanted to strike so we too would get the same treatment as the rest of the roster, but we were told we are nobodies. We weren't union. Well we are now! But forget the strike, forget picket lines and over wind speaches. We are a Union of action! And we are going to prove we are just as Brutal as anyone else here. Even more so then your so called heros! (booing continues) You.... Look at you people, you won't even know who your booing. But that'll change, oh yea. After today you will never forget our faces!
((The booing grows even louder as they turn to leave. Lurker as the last to follow still dragging hurt Hans behind him by his ankle.))
Travis: Who pissed in their Wheeties?
Eddie: I think this is the clam before the storm. We need to take a break.
(Scene opens on a pay phone. A man walks up and picks up the reciver and dials zero.)
Voice: What the hell do you think you're doing?
(The man turns to see Kidd Rock walk up to him.)
Man: Making a collect call.
Kidd: By dialing zero? What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you know about 1-800-COLLECT?
Man: 1-800-COLLECT?
Kidd: Yeah. The easy way to make collect calls. Plus you'll save the people you call a buck or two. Just put 1-800 in front of collect.
Man: That's so easy, why didn't I think of that?
Kidd: Well, you'll remember for next time right?
Man: Sure.
Kidd: Cause if you don't I'll send them to your house.
(Kidd points and the man sees the entire HWC roster looking at him with their arms crossed and a few tapping their feet or pounding their fists into their hands.)
Announcer: 1-800-COLLECT. Use it and save a buck or two.
Standard Match
Zac K. vs Celtic Hyena
Eddie: This next match may prove to be a sleeper!
Travis: Yeah, It'll put everybody to sleep about thirty seconds in!
Eddie: That's not what I meant, and you know it!
Travis: Yadda yadda!
(("Welcome Burden" by Disturbed hits on the P.A. system. Zac K walks out from behind the curtains and stands at the top of the ramp and his fists shoot out of his sides like a crucifix position. While he's standing there his wife/manager Karen Walks out and up to his back and wraps her arms around him.))
Jean Fortello: The following match is scheduled for one fall. First, accompanied by his wife Karen, from Binghamton, New York, and weighing in at 200 pounds, Zac .K!!!
((They both walk down the ramp and Zac slides into the ring and Karen stays on the outside. Zac walks over to the ring rope and Karen climbs up onto the apron and gives Zac a kiss and then she hops down and Zac waits in the ring.))
Eddie: Zac is a talented wrestler, to be sure, but he had some pretty inflammatory things to say about Celtic Hyena in his promos.
Travis: You aren't kiddin'! You gotta know that Big Irish is gonna be pissed off and ready to throw some knuckles!
Eddie: We'll find out here in a moment!
((Zac's music fades. The arena darkens giving away to a strobe light effect with the start of Somewhere I Belong. On the tron clips of Celtic in training are shown. Just as the music starts to get hard Celtic steps out with Maggie at his side. He takes a moment to stand there and stare hard at his opponent.))
Jean: His opponent, accompanied by Maggie, from Limerick, Ireland, weighing in at 335 pounds, CELTIC HYENA!
((Before he continues on, Celtic shadow boxes for a moment throwing some mean punches. The strobe light effect gives away to a spot light that follows Celtic and Maggie all the way to the ring.))
Eddie: This match could, quite frankly, go either way tonight, depending on who dictates the speed.
Travis: No doubt. Zac is outweighed by 135 pounds, so he would be just plain stupid to try going toe-to-toe with Celtic. Zac needs to stick to his technical ability, 'cause if he tries to brawl with Big Irish, he's gonna get killed!
Eddie: A very succinct analysis by Travis Best!
Travis: Suck what?
Eddie: Never mind.
((Both combatants are in the ring, the music fades, and referee Doug Richards call for the bell, officially beginning the match. CH & Zac circle each other, then Zac moves in for the collar-and-elbow tie-up, only to get a big boot to the face. Zac tumbles over backwards, but comes up on one knee, looking a bit perplexed. CH just watches him while throwing a couple of punches in the air. Zac gets to his feet and the two circle again. Zac lunges in for a hold, but CH swats him aside.Zac, getting a bit peeved, bounces off the ropes and goes for a forearm shot, but CH catches him, Gorilla presses him into the air, holding him there or a moment, then drops him in a heap!))
Eddie: Zac's strategy thus far has been totally ineffective against the Celtic Hyena!
Travis: Thanks for the update, Captain Obvious! It's time for Zac to change tactics!
Eddie: What can he possibly do to someone like Hyena?
Travis: That's easy...buy him a beer! Then, while he's downing it, drill him in the back of the head with a steel chair!
Eddie: Somehow, I don't think Zac is going to buy him a beer, but a steel chair isn't out of the question!
((Zac has rolled out of the ring, and his wife Karen comes over to offer some encouragement. CH just stands in the center of the ring, shadow boxing while Maggie applauds from the other side and the referee begins the 10-count. After a short whispered conference with Karen, Zac finally slides back into the ring at about the count of 7. CH grabs for him, but Zac is ready, and hits a surprise German suplex! CH emits a distinct "Oh shit!" as he goes sailing ass-over-teakettle and lands flat on his back, feet tangles in the ropes!))
Eddie: Great move by Zac there! He has a real opportunity here!
Travis: No kidding! Zac needs to start stomping Celtic's guts out before he gets free!
Eddie: And he's doing just that!
((To a tremendous chorus of boos from the crowd, Zac stomps away on the virtually helpless CH, as the referee tries in vain to push him back. Karen cheers him on as Maggie makes her way around to that side. Zac shoves the referee back and continues to stomp, prompting the ref to call for the bell. Maggie reaches up to help CH get loose, but Karen grabs her and shoves her back. The booing turns to cheering as Maggie shoves her back, then the two women start brawling at ringside!))
Travis: WHOO HOO! Cat fight!
Eddie: The referee has called for the bell, no doubt disqualifying Zac, but this isn't over yet! The referee has had to physically restrain Zac, and now security is coming in to separate the two women!
Travis: But look, Celtic has gotten loose!
((Unbeknownst to the referee, who is now trying to help separate the women, or Zac, who is now cheering his wife on, Hyena has indeed freed himself, and has risen to his feet, waiting for Zac to turn. Eventually, Zac does turn, and CH charges and plants a Big Boot right in his face! Zac goes down hard, and CH raises his hand to the heavens, as if grasping something, which results in cheers from the fans, then hauls Zac to his feet, and clamps a large hand around his throat!))
Eddie: Zac goes up....and....
Travis: CHOKESLAM! Zac goes down!
Eddie: Now that the women have finally been separated, let's get the official decision from Jean Fortello!
Jean: The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification, CELTIC HYENA!
(("Somewhere I Belong" kicks in on the P.A. as Hyena stands over the fallen Zac, celebrating his victory. The camera cuts backstage, to where Beowulf is, again, making advances on a woman, this time a member of the stage crew.))
Eddie: What the-? Someone get him away from her!
Travis: I don't know that I like him near any women, let alone people that work on the HWC shows, to make them as good as possible.
Voice: HEY! BEOWULF!
((Beowulf turns toward the voice, the woman darting out from Beowulf's reach. The camera pulls back, then pans left, showing the speaker, the crowd cheering, oddly enough.))
Eddie: I never thought I'd see the day I'd be thankful to see B.D., of all people.
Travis: I wouldn't suggest you get too happy, yet, Eddie. He is B.D., after all.
((B.D. stands at the other end of the hall, chair in hand, the same crazed look in his eyes, paired with an equally crazed smile.))
B.D.: They told me you were looking for a good time. I'm bored.
((Before Beowulf can act, B.D. has covered the distance, and, placing the chair, folded, on his head, B.D. simply hits Beowulf with a sitdown jawbreaker. Beowulf falls back, onto his back, B.D. instantly straddling him, pressing the chair's top into Beowulf's throat.))
B.D.: Scream for me, little man. (Beowulf's sounds of choking are all that can be heard, something that appears to drive B.D. up the wall.) I SAID SCREAM!!!
((B.D. growls, standing, and cracking Beowulf in the face. By now, security, dispatched by Smalls, has arrived on the scene, and is attempting to get B.D. off of Beowulf. B.D. tosses the chair, flat, onto Beowulf's face, then walking off, only to stop a short distance away, and, uttering another one of his trademark maniacal laugh, jump onto a nearby table, and hit what appears to be a moonsault, only driving himself, vertically, into the chair on Beowulf's face. The crash is sickening and deafening all at once, the arena falling dead silent.))
Eddie: B.D.'s trying to kill Beowulf!
Travis: Trying to?! I think he just did. And look at that sick, insane freak. He's laughing about it.
((B.D.'s maniacal laughter echoes down the hall, as B.D. gets to his feet, grabbing the chair, again, and beginning to start cracking security guards in the head with it, for no better reason, it seems, than his boredom.))
Creeper: B.D.!! You've made your statement. Playtime is over for now! Save it for our match!
((B.D. stops instantly, looking around, appearing to be deep in thought.))
B.D.: Match? Oh yes! Pain!!
((B.D. tilts his head to the side, appearing to be listening to some unheard voice. B.D.'s reaction is simply laughing maniacally, again, and walking off, through the mass of fallen people, medical personnel moving to check on Beowulf, lifting him, slowly, onto a stretcher, after wrapping his neck in a neck support, carrying Beowulf off-camera. The feed goes back to the announce position, where Eddie and Travis sit in stunned silence. After a few moments, Eddie quickly stumbles through a sentence to break the silence.))
Eddie: B.D. may have just killed Beowulf on camera. I can't believe this. If he would do that to someone that had nothing to do with his match tonight, I'd hate to think what B.D. plans to do to Sephiroth and Malice.
Travis: Uh. . . I think he might have done it because of last week. Beowulf tried to victimize Vivian.
Eddie: As much as I hate to say it, I think the only thing preventing B.D. from slaughtering the entire roster is The Creeper. I. . . he just. . . We need to go to a commercial.
(Blood Dragon is sitting at a Wendy's with Zoe. He's eating one of the new Wendy's salads.)
Zoe: What'cha got?
Blood: A Wendy's salad.
Man at next table (laughing): The big bad wrestler is eating a salad? (Laughs harder.) What a wimp! Only wimps eat salad!
(Suddenly we see the man flying across the Wendy's screaming, followed by a thud as he lands on the floor. Cut back to Zoe brushing her hands off.)
Zoe: No one calls my husband a wimp except me!
Blood: Thanks hon...HEY!
Announcer: Now Wendy's has great salads with under 5 grams of fat. Come to Wendy's. It's better here.
Tag Team Table Match
Sephiroth du Lac and Malice vs The Pyre
Eddie: Welcome back to HWC Slaughter! If you're just tuning in, shame on you!
Travis: You said it, Eddie! We've already had two incredible matches, and there are three more on the way!
Eddie: One of them is about to start... A Tag Team Table Match between Seph and Malice and The Pyre. Sephiroth thinks The Creeper betrayed him and may well use this as an opportunity to exact revenge.
Travis: I don't know about that, Eddie... I think it's the other way around. The Creeper may well think Sephiroth betrayed him!
Eddie: Good point, Travis. Let's go to Jean Fortello in the ring.
Jean Fortello: The following tag team match is a TABLE MATCH! Introducing first... By way of du Lac Manor in New York, being accompanied by the Sabbat Pack... Weighing in at 246 pounds... He is the Fallen One... He is SEPHIROTH DU LAC!
((The lights go out as a beautiful choir sings in Latin. The screen shows Seph's Symbol (A cross inside an eternal Pentagram) as the voices begin to fade. Finally lightning effects strike the stage area and blue pyro flames shoot up and the lights flicker on. "Whisper" by Evanescence begins to play as Seph and the Sabbat Pack walk to the ring. The crowd erupts in a tumult of cheers for the returned Sephiroth. Chloe looks around, then smiles and waves as they get into the ring. Sephiroth hops up onto one of the turnbuckles and roars at the crowd. They roar right back, like they did when he first returned.))
Jean Fortello: And his partner... She is the Herald of Darkness... She is MALICE!
((The lights go down and paper flowers begin to fall from the rafters as a purple search light begins to go over the crowd. The light comes to a stop at the back of the entrance ramp where a dark haired woman is dressed in a short black dress covered by a long black flowing robe. She walks to the ring as the paper flowers continue to fall around her. She enters the ring and removes the robe before moving to the center of the ring.))
Travis: Malice sure looks good...
Eddie: According to her biography, she used to be a supermodel.
Travis: Wow!
Jean Fortello: And their opponents... From the Second Tier of Hell... The Creeper and B.D... They are THE PYRE!
((The lights rapidly dim to darkness. After the intro, flames shoot up from the stage and the turnbuckles. As the flames die down, The Creeper is standing on one turnbuckle, the turnbuckles then beginning to smoke heavily, dying down after filling the ring, revealing B.D. standing on a turnbuckle parallel to his brother's. The Sabbat Pack slides out of the ring, leaving the wrestlers alone.))
Eddie: Four brilliant competitors in the same ring... Truly remarkable.
Travis: We're in for one hell of a match!
Eddie: You might want to watch what you say and who's around when you say it...
Travis: *rolling his eyes* Big deal. I didn't say anything bad!
((The bell rings and B.D. and Malice step out of the ring, leaving Sephiroth and The Creeper. The Creeper offers Sephiroth his hand, a gesture of respect. Seph looks at the hand, then sneers and spits in The Creeper's face. The crowd's "OOH!" is echoed by some of the folks watching in the back. Seph then kicks The Creeper in the stomach then nails a perfect Axe Kick. The Creeper gets up and smiles, then hauls back and punches Seph in the face. Seph staggers backward and falls back against the ropes. He's met by The Creeper's boot as he moves out from the ropes. The Creeper turns his back on Seph, a symbolic gesture. Seph nails him with a double axe handle, sending him into the ropes. He shouts at Malice to get a table. She hops off the apron and rummages under the ring for a table. Finding one, she slides it into the ring under the bottom rope. The Creeper turns around and charges toward Seph, who sneers and hits him with an incredible Shining Wizard!))
Eddie: WHOA!
Travis: What a move!
((The Creeper drops like a stone. Seph waves Malice into the ring and they set up the table. It takes both of them to get him up to where they can lift him... But The Creeper takes that opportunity to stand up, sending them both flying outside the ring. Malice lands near the steps, Seph landing nearer to the ramp. Seph gets back into the ring and dodges a clothesline that would have turned him inside out. He nails a perfect Standing Dropkick, then another. The table is getting closer and closer to The Creeper's legs... But at the last possible second, The Creeper whips Seph into an unblocked corner and avalanches him. He drags Seph back to his corner and does something nobody ever thought they'd see... He tags in B.D.! B.D. gets into the ring with a savage giggle, then hits Seph with a short-arm clothesline. Seph drops like a stone. B.D. and The Creeper, working in perfect unity, move him over to the table. But it isn't there anymore. Malice leaps off the turnbuckle, knocking them backward. The Creeper shrugs his shoulders and sends her flying backward. Seph rolls out of the ring to take a breather, which may have been a mistake. He's still on the outside while Malice kicks at the much bigger B.D. when a shadow detaches from the top of the ramp and comes flying down.))
Eddie: Wait a minute! What's he doing here?
Travis: This is insane! It's supposed to be a tag team table match! He shouldn't be here!
((The "he" they're both referring to is Blood Dragon. He comes barreling down the ramp and avalanches the woozy Seph into the ringpost. The Creeper has the table set up again for B.D. when they both become aware of Blood Dragon beating the living hell out of Sephiroth on the outside. Blood has a kendo stick in one hand and a lead pipe in the other. They shrug at each other and go back to Malice, only to find her flying their way again.))
Eddie: Malice sure likes to fly, doesn't she?
Travis: I wonder if you get Frequent Flyer Miles for doing that.
Eddie: Good question. Blood Dragon is still beating on Sephiroth, and I can't figure out why.
Travis: It's simple. Blood sees Seph as an enemy. I don't think he's ever gotten over Seph leading the Darkside.
Eddie: That may be the simplest, and most logical, explanation anyone could ever give me for what I'm seeing right now.
((Malice actually made B.D. stagger backward that time, but it doesn't last. She goes for a hurricanrana, only to get thrown out of the ring like she was a bag of garbage. Blood is using that lead pipe on Seph now... He gives one final swing... CRACK! Right across the face! Seph drops like a bag of overcooked spaghetti. Blood drops the kendo stick and heaves Seph up onto the apron, then rolls him into the ring. Malice chases Blood away, then slides into the ring to check on Seph. She doesn't see The Creeper and B.D. look at each other, then grab a steel chair. The Creeper hands it to B.D. and stands back. B.D. giggles insanely and uses the chair to execute that dangerous diving headbutt of his. Malice drops like a stone, slumped across the still unconscious Seph. The Creeper gets a second table and sets it up beside the first one. He grabs Malice and B.D. lifts Seph and they drag them over to the tables. With a nod, they haul their limp opponents up and hit them with tandem powerslams through the tables. The bell rings, signalling an end to the carnage.))
Jean Fortello: Here are your winners... THE PYRE!
Eddie: If it hadn't been for Blood Dragon, I honestly think Seph and Malice might have been able to win that match.
Travis: For once, Eddie, we are in complete agreement.
Eddie: Folks, we'll be back after this with the first ever Scaffold Match between Lucien Merriuci and Matthew Montey.
Travis: So stay tuned! There's plenty more action on the way!
(Two men are standing in a locker room.)
First man: Are you sure we should be doing this?
Second man: Of course. What could possibly go wrong?
First man: I don't know. This isn't what I had in mind.
(The door opens and Autumn Lewis sticks her head in.)
Autumn: You boys ready?
(They nod.)
Autumn: Come and get em girls!
(She throws the door open and Tiger and Harley charge into the room grabbing the men and are seen appying various painful wrestling holds on them. The men grunt and groan and Autumn and Martin Smalls are standing in the doorway laughing and drinking Moutain Dew Code Reds.)
Announcer: No cheap dates. Mountain Dew Code Red. Live by the code.
(Cut to a shot of Tiger with the Crossface on one of the men and him tapping out on the floor.)
Announcer: Now for a limited time, on specially marked bottles of Moutain Dew Code Red, you could instantly win tickets to a free HWC event and meet your favorite wrester. Check the cap to see if you're an instant winner, or win hundreds of other prizes including HWC merchandise.)
((King of my World plays as The Tiger strolls out from the back and down to the ring with a mic in a hand. Before she climbs into the rings she stops and turns to the fans, Tiger glares at them as they shout insults. Tiger merely growls at them before climbing into the ring. She waits as her music fades.))
The Tiger: CREEPER! I have something of yars. Now if ya want it back ya will HAVE TO FACE ME. I know yar back there Creeps, make things easy on everyone and get yar ass out here now and accept my challenge once and for all. Ya and me..... one on one at Riot. Put the belt on the line don't put the belt on the line. I don't care all I want is YOU!
((Without fanfare, or music, the turnbuckle posts erupt upward, The Creeper stepping from the fire before it's died down, moving to stand right behind Tiger, glaring down at her.))
((Tiger turns aroudn and smirks at Creeper.))
The Tiger: The time has come Creeper, for far to long ya have ingored me. Fight me or never see Vivan again.
((The Creeper doesn't move, simply glaring at her.))
Creeper: You've gone to the wrong length for a fight, Tiger. All that awaits you at my hands is a simple, yet long and painful, death.
((The Creeper moves back, standing in a turnbuckle.))
The Tiger: Don't turn yar back on me! I will not be ignored!
((The Creeper makes no move toward the mic))
Creeper: You won't be ignored? Fine. Then keep talking.
The Tiger: Fight me or only worse is to come! Fight me! Or are you going let all thses people believe yar coward and to afriad to face The Tiger?!
((The Creeper laughs.))
Creeper: You are the only one deluded to that extreme. Everyone else realizes that, now, more than ever-
(("Whatever" plays over the PA as Smalls appears on the stage, flanked by a sea of security guards and policemen.))
Smalls: Tiger, due to your abduction of Vivian last week, I have hereby banned you from HWC TV and this arena, until your match later tonight. Gentlemen?
The Tiger: No! I will not leave till Creeper agrees to face me!
((The police officers and security move to the ring, escorting Tiger from the ring area, the crowd booing simply by virtue of a brawl stopped before it started.))
((Tiger fighst against the cops as she is dragged away, as she does so she yells loud enough for most to here. Her yells directed to Creeper who is still in the ring.))
The Tiger: NNNOOOO!!! HEAR ME OUT! YAR GOEN LISTEN TO ME LIKE IT OR NOT! DON'T TURN YAR BACK ON ME I WILL NOT BE IGNNOOORRREDDD!!!!!
((The Creeper watches Tiger go, then looks at Smalls.))
Creeper: Let her go, Smalls. I haven't yet run my fingers through her blood.
((Smalls makes a face.))
Smalls: I suggest you get backstage, Creeper. You have a match to get ready for.
((Smalls turns on his heel, walking backstage, The Creeper sliding out of the ring, moving toward Smalls, the cops having already dragged Tiger off of the main pathway. Tiger reaches out and tries to lung at Creeper but is quickly pulled away and dragged back stage. Once out of site of all the cops escourt her out of the building mainly by force. The Creeper follows Smalls backstage, intending to get his hands on Smalls, and wring his neck, then seeming to think the better of it, and walk back to his lockerroom.))
(A man is walking down the street and he sees a massage parlor. He rubs his sore back and walks inside.)
Woman: Can I help you?
Man: My back is killing me!
Woman: Right this way.
(We cut to the man laying on a massage table facedown with a towel covering him from the waist down. A masseuse walks in showing a generous amount of clevage.)
Massesuse: Just relax, sir.
(The man sees her and smiles laying his head down. The man suddenly opens his eyes and groans as his back cracks. We see Draven Masters working over the man's back with pounding blows while the masseuse massages his shoulders. The camera gets a closeup of Draven grinning as he continues to work over the man's back, as we hear the man grunting and groaning and the sound of his back cracking. Finally we see Draven walk away and pull a Snicker's Cruncher bar out of his pocket. He takes a bite and grins.)
Announcer: There's no crunch more satisfying than that of a Snicker's Cruncher.
(Behind Draven the man comes walking out bent over and groaning in pain. The masseuse comes up and gives him a Snicker's Cruncher too. He takes a bite and grins as he walks off.)
Announcer: Snicker's Cruncher. A satisfying crunch.
Scaffold Match for a shot at the DisasterPiece Title
Lucien Merriuci vs Matthew Montey
Eddie: And now, ladies and gentlemen, a Scaffold Match. The winner of this match will get a shot at Draven Masters' DisasterPiece Title.
Travis: You'd think this would be a standard scaffold match, wouldn't you?
Eddie: I would. But it's not a standard scaffold match... The competitors have ten minutes to get to the scaffold at the top of the ramp here. Then they have another ten minutes to either knock their opponent out or shove them off to the mats below.
Travis: Whose bright idea was this match anyway?
Eddie: I believe it was Commissioner Novak's. This marks the official beginning of the Insanity Division.
Travis: In that case, I think I'll keep my mouth shut.
Eddie: Good idea. Because I heard a rumor that Jericho Dylan and The Tiger are around here somewhere... And Jericho is in a foul mood.
Travis: Not as much as Tiger is now. I hate it when he's in a foul mood... Dressing rooms get trashed!
Eddie: But when Tiger is in one people end up hurt.
Jean Fortello: The following is a Scaffold Match, marking the launch of the HWC's Insanity Division, and has a twenty minute time limit. The winner of this match will become the Number One Contender to the DisasterPiece Title. Introducing first, from Prague in the Czech Republic... LUCIEN MERRIUCI!
((The arena goes pitch black as "The Call of Ktulu" starts. Lucien slowly methodically walk 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 (metaphorically speaking of course). The lights return to normal as Lucien steps into the ring.))
Jean Fortello: And his opponent... MATTHEW MONTEY!
((I'm Back hits the PA. The lights dim down. Spot lights hit the arena looking for whoever it is. All of a sudden a blast of pyros shoot out of the middle of the stage and up flies the new guy. Wait. It's not a new guy. IT'S LONE GOTH. HE'S BACK. Lone Goth walks down to the ring and gets in. He looks at the scaffold and gets a puzzled look on his face. There's an identical look on Lucien's face...))
Jean Fortello: The rules are as follows, gentlemen... You have ten minutes to get from here to the scaffold at the top of the ramp. Then you have another ten to either knock your opponent off the scaffold, or knock them out. Whoever is still standing at the end of ten minutes is the winner.
((They look at her as if she's crazy, then shrug and turn to each other. The bell rings, signalling the start of the match and the counter. The counter appears on the HWC-Tron, ticking steadily down from ten minutes. Lucien and Matthew start slugging it out, seeing who can get to the scaffold first. Matthew bounces Lucien's face off the top turnbuckle and slides out of the ring, but Lucien hits him with a baseball slide. The match spills outside of the ring, quickly degenerating into an all-out brawl. Merriuci gets a Stop sign from under the ring and slams it off Montey's head. Montey retaliates by whipping Lucien into the ringpost. Lucien hits hard, eliciting an "OOH!" from the crowd.))
Eddie: Matthew Montey wasting little time here... I guess he wants that title shot.
Travis: Don't count Lucien out yet. If there's anything I've learned sitting here beside you, it's that you can never be sure the underdog is going to stay down.
Eddie: Well put, Travis. But they still have eight minutes before they have to be on the scaffold. Who's going to get there first?
Travis: Good question. I... Wait a minute! Look at Lucien!
((Travis is referring to Lucien Merriuci grabbing a table and slamming it into Matthew Montey's back. Montey goes down on his knees, badly winded by that shot. Lucien drops the table and rotates his arm, trying to restore the feeling in his shoulder. Then he stumbles past Montey and heads for the scaffold. Montey sticks out his foot and trips Lucien, sending him sprawling. Both men stay where they are, trying to recover enough to move up the ladder onto the scaffold.))
Travis: They can't take too long... There's only 7 minutes left.
Eddie: Both men exerting an incredible desire to win this match. But they may have done too much too soon. If they get to the scaffold, they won't have anything left.
Travis: There is that. I hope they come to their senses soon. This is the first ever Scaffold Match here in the HWC.
Eddie: And Lucien is first to his feet with six and a half minutes left in the first ten minutes of this match.
((Lucien turns around and kicks Montey in the face, then swings around to go up the ladder onto the scaffold. He literally crawls up the ladder, stopping halfway to untangle his pantleg. It takes him long enough to get Montey on the move again. Montey scales the ladder and hurls Lucien backward onto the unforgiving steel ramp. The fans wince at the impact. So do many of the wrestlers watching backstage. Lucien lies there, gasping for breath, the wind knocked clear out of his lungs. Montey turns around and does something nobody was expecting... He hits Lucien with a Guillotine Legdrop from the ladder!))
Eddie: My GOD!
Travis: Funny you should mention that... Both men are quite religious.
Eddie: It was worth saying. What an impact! Lucien is writhing in pain and Montey could care less!
((Montey turns to go back up the ladder, only to be stopped short by a steel chair to his face. But it wasn't B.D. who did it... It was...))
Travis: RAYNE MERRIUCI?!?
Eddie: What's she doing?
((Rayne goes to Lucien's side and helps him stand, patting his back so he can breathe again. When he's able to do so, he looks at her and does a double take. He'd thought she was in federal custody! But when in Rome... He shrugs, then thanks her with a sincere smile. She waves it off, then disappears backstage. Lucien gets a glimpse of the counter and curses before scaling the ladder up to the scaffold.))
Eddie: Rayne Merriuci may have cost Matthew Montey this match, Travis.
Travis: She just might have. And I... Uh-oh. He's up again.
((Matthew Montey sees Lucien up on the scaffold and scowls. Then he sees the counter ticking down from three minutes. He yelps and hauls himself up the ladder. The moment his feet touch the scaffold, the counter re-sets at ten minutes. But it doesn't start yet...))
Jean Fortello: There will now be a one minute rest period, by order of Commissioner Novak.
((The men on the scaffold take full advantage of the lull to grab bottles of water from the cooler placed nearby. They do their best to regain their breath and balance. Lucien works his shoulder to see if it will hold up. The cooler gets moved out of range, then a low tone echoes.))
Jean Fortello: Begin the countdown!
Eddie: Now the danger comes into play here...
Travis: That it does. Kids, what you see the men and women doing here on TV is very painful. They're trained athletes who know what they're doing. Please, if you see something like this on TV, leave it there. You could seriously hurt yourself or others. Or worse.
Eddie: Well said, Travis. For those that didn't quite understand what he said, I'll sum it up in five words. Don't try this at home!
Travis: Thank you.
Eddie: You're welcome.
((Up on the scaffold, Montey grabs Lucien's numb hand and starts jerking on it. Lucien swings his other hand around and punches Montey right in the mouth. Montey lets go of his arm and puts his hands over his now bloody lips. Lucien kicks Montey in the stomach, then tries to shove him off the scaffold. Montey grabs the side railing and swings his feet around, locking in a vicious head scissors.))
Eddie: It looks like the chair shot from Rayne Merriuci didn't do that much damage.
Travis: I don't think it's registered yet that Matthew has to be on the scaffold to win if Lucien falls off!
((Montey realizes this and lets go of the head scissors, swinging back up onto the narrow platform. Then he shoves at Lucien, trying to push him off. Lucien grabs Montey and slams his head into the steel framework that holds up the HWC-Tron. Montey tries to get loose and gets a fist in the mouth for his trouble.))
Eddie: Lucien's remembered that you can knock your opponent out to win. That steel framework is very unforgiving, folks...
Travis: And if you're ever in an HWC ring, please be careful.
((The counter now reads "7:32" and ticks steadily down toward zero. Montey finally gets loose and shoves Lucien into that steel framework. It has no give whatsoever... Lucien drops to one knee, gasping heavily as he rotates his arm. Montey cradles his head in his hands as he leans on the framework to stay upright.))
Eddie: Looks like that chair shot's finally kicking in...
Travis: I know. Lucien bouncing his head off the HWC-Tron's framework didn't help matters any.
Eddie: No it didn't. And they're both trying to recover enough to continue. Which may be a smart move here. But I have to wonder what would happen if it ended in a draw.
Travis: Interesting notion. I imagine the Commissioner would have to make a decision.
Eddie: She probably would.
((Up on the scaffold, Lucien is the first to renew his assault. He whips Montey off the framework, but he doesn't quite fall off... Montey pulls himself back onto the scaffold and holds on with one hand. Lucien kicks Montey's hand off and pushes with all he has left. It isn't going to be enough... Montey has the presence of mind to grab the railing on the way down!))
Eddie: Would you look at that?? Matthew Montey grabbed the railing! He's still in this!
Travis: What a smart thing to do! What's Lucien going to do?
((Lucien does the only thing he can do... He stomps on Montey's hand. Then he kicks at his arm. He's trying to knock him off the scaffold.))
Eddie: He's trying to break Montey's fingers so he can't hang on!
Travis: I don't know what's going to happen here, Eddie... I'm still in shock from the Table Match!
Eddie: Me too, Travis... I had no idea that was going to happen! Wait! It looks like... YES! Lucien Merriuci found a way to loosen Matthew Montey's fingers!
((Lucien found a feather and is now reaching down to use it. He gets to Montey's armpit and starts tickling him! Montey's hand can't hold him while he's laughing, so he lets go and falls fifteen feet to the huge pile of mats below. On impact, the bell rings and the counter stops, frozen at "4:23".))
Jean Fortello: Here is your winner, and Number One Contender to the DisasterPiece Title... LUCIEN MERRIUCI!
((Lucien slowly climbs down the ladder to the ramp and promptly collapses. Two teams of EMT's come out, one for each man. Matthew Montey is able to walk to the back with some assistance, so one of the EMT's comes to help with Lucien. A slender hand moves the backboard under Lucien and into position so they can tie him down. One of the EMT's is a woman, so they don't think anything of it. They put Lucien on the stretcher and wheel him to the back for further medical assistance. But when the female EMT goes to the back, the camera catches sight of something on the ramp. It zooms in for a closer look, revealing...))
Eddie: A black lily!
Travis: Sarafan was the female EMT??
Eddie: Looks that way, Travis. Folks, we'll be back after this with our main event... A Back Alley Brawl between Jericho Dylan and The Tiger!
Travis: So don't you DARE go anywhere! We're coming right back!
((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 BloodDragon 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
The Tiger vs Jericho Dylan
Eddie: Now, we have the Back Alley Brawl between Jericho and Tiger, that is our main event. They’re both back there already.
Travis: Tiger’s been out there the whole time.
Eddie: Granted.
((The camera cuts back to where Jericho and Tiger are, both of them already trading blows. Jericho swings, again, Tiger ducking, and coming up with a quick Click Click Boom, flooring Jericho, Tiger immediately going for the pin. 1. . . kickout. Jericho gets, slowly, to his feet, as Tiger darts off, returning with a chair, swinging hard at Jericho’s head. Jericho rolls forward, the chair crashing against the concrete, Jericho getting to his feet, and catching the slightly shellshocked Tiger with a hard clothesline, flooring her. Jericho grabs the chair, dropping it onto Tiger’s stomach, then dropping a fist into the chair, before rising and walking off.))
Eddie: These two were once close friends, but Tiger turned on Jericho, and, since then, the two have been little more than passing associates, if that.
Travis: And earlier, Tiger got on the wrong side of Smalls.
Eddie: Good point.
((Jericho returns, bearing a length of pipe, bringing it up, then down, with the visible intent of hitting Tiger in the face. Tiger rolls to the side, walking off, and returning with a pipe of her own. Tiger swings the pipe across, to knock Jericho off of his feet, Jericho blocking the swing with the pipe in his hand, as though it were a sword, then lunging forward, kicking Tiger in the midsection, setting her up for a DDT, resting the pipe across Tiger’s throat, before dropping her to the concrete again. Jericho walks off, again, this time not returning. Tiger gets to her feet, slowly, looking around, calling for Jericho. Tiger grabs a fire extinguisher, and, looking underneath a few cars, finds a pair of feet. Tiger runs around the car, discharging the fire extinguisher in the area behind the cars. A whistle sounds, causing Tiger to look up, finding Jericho standing on top of someone’s minivan. Jericho flips forward, then grabbing Tiger, and DDTing her, again, into the concrete.))
Eddie: Jericho using Tiger’s skill in Back Alley Brawls against her, here.
Travis: He’s just outsmarting her, period.
((Jericho picks Tiger up, slinging her into a car, then rolling her up in an inside cradle. 1. . . 2. . . kickout. Tiger gets to her feet, vaulting onto the roof of a nearby car. Jericho gets onto the hood of the car, then tackling Tiger, rushing, with her in his grip, to sandwich Tiger between his shoulder and the brick wall, then stepping back. Tiger comes off the wall with a swift kick in Jericho’s nether regions, then instantly lifting him into the air with the same uncommon strength, for a woman, powerbombing Jericho into, and through, the car hood, the entire hood caving in, and ‘burying’ Jericho. Tiger puts her foot in the ‘grave’ created by the roof’s cave-in, the referee counting. 1. . . 2. . . Tiger is attacked from behind by-))
Eddie: That’s Jericho! What?! How did he get out of the car that quickly?
Travis: Maybe it’s a look-alike.
Eddie: Oh yeah, that makes a whole pantsload of sense.
Travis: Does anything the Dylans do make sense?
Eddie: Yes. You, on the other hand, don’t.
Travis: Well, thank you.
((Jericho’s attack sends Tiger spilling from the top of the broken car, Jericho standing atop the wreckage like the King of the Junkheap, then quickly hitting Shooting star press with a double revolution, landing hard on. . . nothing, Tiger having rolled to the side.))
Eddie: Jericho may have seriously injured himself, there.
Travis: Yeah. Hey, guess what I just remembered, Eddie?
Eddie: You bet on this match too, didn’t you?
Travis: Yeah, but that’s not it. That car out there. The piece of junk?
Eddie: Yeah?
Travis: That’s Murphy’s hunk of junk.
((Both men laugh, as both Jericho and Tiger slowly begin pulling themselves from the floor. Tiger fishes in her pockets, coming up with a tazer.))
Eddie: Come on! This can’t be right, even in this match!
Travis: Right, probably not. But still legal.
((Smalls appears on camera, struggling to get the tazer away from Tiger, then, suddenly, just jumping, and falling to the ground, twitching. Tiger laughs, charging at Jericho with a spear, Jericho leaning against the side of the broken car, only to move at the last second, sending Tiger flying into the window, making contact with the metal now in between the seats, and stumbling backward. Jericho moves up behind Tiger, rolling her up in a schoolboy. The referee moves into position, making the count. 1. . . 2. . . kickout, with authority, by Tiger. Tiger gets to her feet abruptly, hauled to her feet by Jericho, Jericho hooking both of Tiger’s arms behind her, setting her up for some variation of a double underhook, spinning slightly, lifting Tiger, and driving her, shoulder first, into the ground, floating over, and hooking the leg. 1. . .2. . . kickout, again, this time with more authority than the last time.))
Eddie: Tiger just will not quit!
Travis: She wants to make her presence felt, here.
Eddie: That may be, but she might end up getting seriously hurt, here.
((Jericho picks Tiger up again, once more underhooking the arms, hitting a double under hook backbreaker, only to find Tiger landing in a back bridge, avoiding the impact entirely, Tiger then straightening slightly, on her hands, putting a foot on either side of Jericho’s head, then ‘hopping’ with her hands, curling slightly, hitting a head scissors to Jericho. Tiger gets to her feet, grabbing a chair, and waiting. As Jericho gets to his feet, Tiger tosses him the chair, then kicking off of the car behind her, hitting a dropkick into the chair itself. Tiger goes for a pin.))
Smalls: WAIT A SECOND!
((Smalls gets to his feet slowly, pointing at Tiger, then at the referee.))
Smalls: Ring the bell! This match is over! She did that on purpose. This match is going to be thrown out. It never happened!
((The referee looks blankly at Smalls.))
Smalls: Do you like being employed? (The ref nods) Then ring the damn bell!
((The referee calls for the bell, Smalls walking off, to the boos of the crowd.))
Eddie: Okay, what? What the hell was that?
Travis: Our VP keeping order, like he said. Great call, I think.
Eddie: That’s order?
((Smalls walks into Autumn's office, a smile on his face, despite his nerve endings still flaring. Autumn looks up from her discussion on the phone.))
Autumn: I'll call you back. (Autumn hangs up, looking at Smalls.) Hello, Martin.
Smalls: I told you I could keep order. Now, if you'll just sign over all power to make matches to me, I'll be on my way.
Autumn: You'll be on your way, Martin, but not in the HWC. (The crowd goes mental in their cheers.)
Smalls: What?! You can't do this! I met your conditions!
Autumn: Oh? Let me see here. (Autumn grabs a paper on her desk, holding it up, and looking at it.) Oh yes. The assault and battery of Hans Kuhmann and Bull after their match. And there's another. (Autumn picks up another paper, looking at it.) Oh, look. B.D. hospitalizing Beowulf. That was very quickly stopped, wasn't it, Martin? And then, you removed Tiger from the building.
Smalls: She's a convicted felon!
Autumn: Irregardless, Martin, you handled that extremely poorly.
Smalls: What did you want? Tiger left in the building, so she could continue to put others at risk?! Who knows what she did to Vivian!
Autumn: I wanted, Martin, a man I put my trust in, to enforce order, to do so in a professional manner. Escorting her out of the building, that was just your way of getting revenge for everything she ever did to you, isn't it? (Autumn holds up a hand) Don't answer that. It's a rhetorical question. And what was that? Out there, in the parking garage? Was that order? You throwing out a match that the people wanted to see, and paid money to see? Was that order?
Smalls: I took care of what needed to be taken care of.
Autumn: And it needed to be taken care of in that fashion? Just because you were accidentally hit with a tazer dart, you felt it necessary to end the match?
Smalls: Accidentally? She did it on purpose!
Autumn: I don't want to hear it. You have three minutes to get your things, Martin. Turn in all of the assorted paraphernalia of your former job. As a matter of fact, put it on my desk now.
((Smalls blinks, then realizing that Autumn was being serious. Smalls moves forward, complying, then walking down the hall, to his former office, grabbing a box, and beginning to gather his things. The sound of a thud is heard as the door opens, the camera panning to the right to show the people entering as Draven and Ravin Masters.))
Draven: Hey, cuz. You know, I was watching that whole mess backstage, and, remembering that we're family and all, we just couldn't help but feel for you.
Smalls: Thank you, Draven.
Ravin: We never said we felt pity.
Draven: Yeah. Good riddance, Martin! We'd miss you, if you weren't such a jackass!
((The Masters siblings leave the room, joking about their cousin's misfortune. Smalls finishes gathering his things, then walking out of his office, down the hall, and into the parking garage, toward his car.))
Voice: Leavin', Martin?
((Smalls jumps, looking up at the speaker, finding Tiger sitting on the hood of his car, a crowbar in hand. The camera pans back, to show Smalls looking pitiful.))
((The transmission dies and as the scene fades.Copyright 2003, Hardcore Wrestling Corp.))