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((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, then back to black.))
Eddie: Welcome, everyone, to HWC Slaughter… We are LIVE from St. John’s, Newfoundland at the Mile One Stadium! I’m Eddie Daniels, and with me as always is…
Travis: Travis Best! You know, Eddie, we don’t have much to talk about tonight, do we?
Eddie: No, Travis, we don’t. The only thing on anyone’s mind is who pushed Seph down the stairs.
Travis: Whoever it was, they’re gonna be in for an ass-kicking.
Eddie: You are so right, Travis.
Standard Match
Jeff Wylde vs Shadow
Eddie: Well, folks, now, we have ourselves a match between Jeff Wylde and newcomer Shadow, who hasn’t been doing as well as he would probably like since coming to HWC.
Travis: No really ya think? He has yet to put on a decent showing!
Eddie: He is still new, Travis.
Travis: So. He is a total waste here. He needs to get something going or get lost.
Eddie: That maybe. We’ll find out if he can turn things around here tonight.
Jean Fortello: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 245 lbs... Shadow!!!
((The arena goes black. Red fog hits the entrance running down the ring. An explosion hits and “Out ta get Me” starts. Shadow walks out and does a pose and causes another explosion. Walks down and enters the ring. Gets on one of the top ropes and poses.))
Eddie: The fans are being less then receptive.
Travis: As they should!
Jean Fortello: And his opponent, from Sydney, Australia, weighing in at 280 lbs... JEFF WYLDE!!!
((As Bodies blasts over the PA, Jeff and Amy take the stage. Jeff walks to the edge of the stage and stands with his arms over his head looking back and forth over the crowd while Amy thrashes around in time to the song around him. Amy runs to the ring and slides in while Jeff just walks down and climbs in. The two take a moment to warm up before the match starts.))
Eddie: Jeff Wylde looking ready for action here tonight!
Travis: Good let’s hope he kills this waste Shadow.
(Jeff and Shadow start towards each other as the starting bell rings. The moment it does, Shadow starts a fast and hard charge against the much bigger man. A move that he regrets very much as Jeff connects with a solid right hand punch that takes him to the ground in a hurry. Shadow then rolls over to get back to his feet, another mistake as it turns out… Jeff connects with a field goal kick to Shadow’s face brings him snapping back to his feet only for his momentum to knock him onto his back, where he is on the receiving end of three hard kicks into his ribs by Jeff Wylde. Shadow manages to get back to his feet after this and away from Jeff… But only briefly. Jeff catches him, and drags him by force over to the turnbuckles where he repeatedly slams Shadow’s face into the top turnbuckle. After about eight or nine times, Jeff hooks an arm around Shadows neck and another grabbing his wrist, and lays him back out with a hard Russian Legsweep. Jeff gets back to his feet quickly, but Shadow remains on the mat. The ref, seeing this, starts to administer the knockout count. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... Shadow gets back to his feet before the count reaches ten. He with desperation and the way things are going lunges at Jeff. Only to get caught in a huge spinebuster that shakes the ring and nearly breaks Shadow’s spine. Jeff gets back to his feet, this time taking Shadow with him.))
Eddie: Well, once again things are not going too well for this young rookie known as Shadow.
Travis: Were you honestly expecting anything else, Eddie? First, he shows no promise at all in his first matches. Now he’s up against Jeff Wylde. This I think everyone saw coming.
Eddie: You’re probably right there, Travis. This young rookie never really stood a chance in this match coming in.
Travis: And it’s not over yet either. We can see this talentless hack get beaten even more!
((Jeff grabs Shadow and brings him down grabbing his neck, setting him up for a DDT of some sort. It turns out to be an Evenflow DDT that once again puts Shadow into a state of dazed confusion. Jeff capitalizes on Shadow’s rather poor state of being mounting him, and unleashing a long series of hard right hands into Shadow’s face. The ref after some time of this is able to pull Jeff off of Shadow, who slinks away, trying to think of a way, any way of getting something going.))
Eddie: Shadow clawing back over his corner to try and figure something out.
Travis: He should just give it up now, while there is still time.
((Jeff runs across the ring as Travis says this, crushing Shadow’s body with a hard avalanche into the corner. He then brings Shadow out of the corner and down to the mat again, with a long jumping bulldog out of the corner. Jeff gets up quickly again, having at this point barely broken a sweat in this match. He takes several steps back seeming to be giving Shadow room to get up… or maybe something more sinister… it turns out of course to be the something sinister, as the moment Shadow gets up, he gets leveled by a clothesline from Jeff that is as hard as any that has been seen in the HWC. Jeff picks Shadow up off the mat. Shadow can barely stand, as he leans on Jeff for support in his vain attempt. Jeff then hoists him into the air, in a show of strength, holding him high in the air two handed, before dropping him to the ground behind him from the high height he held him at, in a Gorilla press slam. Shadow lands hard on his chest, feeling the wind leave him. He rolls over in an attempt to get back to his feet. Jeff stands above him though, and drills him in the ribs with a hard place kick hard enough to sink a fifty yarder. The kick throws Shadow into the bottom ropes. Which he uses to climb back to his feet. He finds some source of energy that helps him push forward one final charge at Jeff, which proves inconsequential, as Jeff reacts quickly and appropriately to nail Shadow with a Samoan drop that shakes the ring, and sounds like it breaks a couple of Shadow’s ribs.)
Eddie: I think I just heard a few of Shadow’s ribs break!
Travis: Serves the punk right! Thinking he can just waltz in here and…
Eddie: Travis, just stop right there, Shadow’s gonna have enough on his plate after this performance tonight, without having to have you in his head too.
((By now, the match as everyone knows is as good as over. All that is needed is a pinfall to make it official. Jeff, however, doesn’t seem too worried about that small bit of a technicality. Instead of going for the pinfall after breaking a few of Shadow’s ribs with the Samoan Drop, he lifts him back to his feet. The only thing keeping Shadow on his feet is the fact that Jeff is holding him there. That doesn’t last too long at all, as he grabs Shadow by the throat one handed, and after a moment of holding him there, draining just a bit more energy out of him, bring him out into the air. After about three to five seconds of holding Shadow up, he slams him back down as hard as he can, chokeslammng Shadow into an unconscious state. Still not satisfied however, Jeff brings him back to his feet, puts an arm around his front as he ducks under his right arm. Lifting him up and slamming him back down.))
Eddie: WYLDE NIGHT! JEFF JUST HIT WYLDE NIGHT ON SHADOW!
Travis: Okay, now it is truly mercifully close to finally being over. So we can go on to see matches that may actually be good.
Eddie: You’re right, Travis, this is all but over now. Though I will not get into the second half of your statement.
((Jeff takes a moment to get back to his feet, as the impact of the move was enough that it dazed him a small bit. But that small bit last about a second, as Jeff gets back to his feet after that. He lifts Shadow back to his feet, and brings him into powerbomb position. After holding him there for a moment to let the cheering crowd know what is coming next, he starts the powerbomb, and hoist Shadow as he as he can reach up, before slamming him down as hard as he can. He then covers Shadow and the ref gives the count…1…2…3!!!))
Eddie: WYLDE RIDE!! Jeff just won this match with his patented finisher!!
Travis: About time. Now, on to matches that may actually be good…though I doubt it.
Eddie: Quiet you!
Jean Fortello: Here is your winner, JEFF WYLDE!!!
Eddie: Fans, don’t touch that dial… We’ll be right back with more action live from Newfoundland!
(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.
Standard Match
Mr. Meaner vs. The Creeper
Jean Fortello: the following match is scheduled for one fall!
((The lights die, A loud, booming, demonic voice laughs throughout the building, then segueing into "Go 2 Sleep". Lightning strikes the turnbuckles, all four bursting into pillars of flame, then dying, The Creeper standing on one of the turnbuckles, arms folded over his chest.))
Jean Fortello: The first contestant, from the Second Tier of Hell, weighing 250 pounds, THE CREEPER!!!
Eddie: The Creeper definitely knows how to make an entrance...Travis, what are you doing down there?
Travis: (ducking back out from under the desk) Er, nothing, I dropped my pen! Yeah, that's it!
Eddie: Whatever you say, chicken little!
(("Go 2 Sleep" fades out, and is replaced a moment later by Mr. Meaner's music. It plays for several moments, but Mr. Meaner fails to appear. It fades out, then re-starts.))
Eddie :Well, I wonder if someone forgot to tell Mr Meaner that he's up next!
Travis: Either that, or he pissed himself and ran for the hills when he realized that he was facing the Creeper!
Eddie: That's not totally out of the question...and now Creeper is starting to get impatient!
Travis: And now the referee is telling Jean something!
Jean Fortello: I have just been informed by the referee that if Mr Meaner does not appear by the count of ten, he will forfeit the match to the Creeper! One! Two!
((The crowd counts along, and Creeper suddenly vanishes!))
Eddie: Now where's Creeper going?
Travis: Well I don't think he's looking for a cup of tea!
((Travis is right...because at the count of seven, the Creeper appears at the entrance, dragging behind him...))
Eddie: That's Mr Meaner!
Travis: And I'm guessing that Creeper isn't bringing him to the ring to ask him for an autograph!
((Travis is right again...wow, twice in a row...Creeper drags Meaner bodily up the metal stairs, shoves him under the bottom rope, and steps in behind him. The referee shrugs and signals for the bell to start the match.Creeper proceeds to hit in fairly all manner of high-impact moves, including Snap Suplex to Backbreaker, Tiger Driver, Chokeslam, Vertical Press to Inverted DDT,, finally followed about a minute later by....))
Eddie: The Death Rattle! Finally it ends!
Travis: Not so fast there, Eddie! Creeps ain't done yet!
((Third time in a row, Travis, you lucky dog...Creeper hoists Meaner up again, and hits a second Death Rattle. By now, the fans are cheering wildly for the well-deserved beat-down, for that is all this really is. Creeper makes as if to pin Meaner, but picks him up at two, manhandles him to his feet, and....))
Eddie: The King's Wrath! It just HAS to be over now...yes, the cover...1...2...3! Mercifully it ends!
Travis: The ref could have counted to three million, and Meaner wouldn't have moved!
Eddie: And here come the paramedics to check on Meaner!
Travis: Remind me to never stand up the Creeper!
Eddie: You and me both, Travis!
((Creeper disappears as quickly as he first arrived, as the paramedics wheel the stretcher to the ring and begin to check over the unmoving form of Mr Meaner.))
(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 applying various painful wrestling holds on them. The men grunt and groan and Autumn and Martin Smalls are standing in the doorway laughing and drinking Mountain 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.)
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Standard Match
Lucien Merriuci vs Blood Dragon
Eddie: Well, folks, Lucien and Blood Dragon are going to be going head to head, here, and, you have to think, if Blood Dragon wins this match, that would definitely move him into serious contention for the HWC DisasterPiece Title.
Travis: Yeah, but you know that, if Lucien wins, he’ll say it’s because God was with him, or something stupid like that.
Eddie: And how do you know he isn’t?
Travis: Hold on. You don’t actually believe that crap, do you?
Eddie: What? In God? Maybe.
Travis: Is everyone in the HWC going insane?!
Eddie: I don’t know.
((“King of My World” plays, all eyes going to the rampway. Tiger appears, and immediately walks to the announce position, sitting on the far side of Eddie, next to Travis, pulling on a headset.))
Eddie: Well, folks, we’re being joined, at this time, by the reigning IC champ, Tiger. Welcome, Tiger.
Tiger: Yeah.
Travis: Eddie, are you dumb?! You’re not supposed to talk like that to a legend! She’s a legend, Eddie. Thanks for being here, Tiger! (Tiger grunts, the camera, still focused on the announce position, showing Tiger not looking at either of the two announcers.
Jean Fortello: The following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Prague, in the Czech Republic, weighing in at 275 lbs, he is the reigning HWC DisasterPiece Champion. . . LUCIEN MERIUCCI!!!
((The arena goes pitch black as "The Call of Ktulu” starts. Lucien slowly, methodically walks to the ring as the lights come up to a dim, the DP title over his right shoulder. Lucien stands on the outside piercing a hole through his opponent with his eyes. The lights return to normal as Lucien steps into the ring.))
Eddie: And there, folks, we see a man who has, fairly recently, fallen into two titles, those of the tag titles and the DisasterPiece title.
Travis: I’m sure Tiger just loves this guy. After all, he beat the hell out of Celtic Hyena. (Travis laughs heartily, Tiger joining in, the camera doing a split-screen, showing Tiger slamming Travis’s face into the announce table)
Tiger: Dumbass.
Eddie: Thank you for that, Tiger. I’ve been wanting to do that for years.
Jean Fortello: And his opponent, from Melbourne, Florida, weighing in at 245 lbs. . . BLOOD DRAGON!!!
((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. Blood turns, ducking Lucien’s clothesline, and, quickly, drilling him with a belly to back suplex, getting to his feet, and pulling Lucien up, sort of, forcing Lucien onto his knees, then moving around him, and grabbing Lucien’s chin, leaning forward, after resting his shin over Lucien’s ankles, to prevent him from moving, putting stress on Lucien’s back, and neck with the move. Lucien fires an elbow back, into Blood’s kidneys, then loosing Blood’s hands from his chin, and turning, hitting Blood with a quick flip-over neckbreaker. Lucien steps back, picking Blood up slightly, so Blood is on his hands and knees, then backing up, and, as Blood begins to straighten, catching Blood with a vicious front dropkick to the face, Blood falling back onto his back. Blood begins to get to his feet, Lucien intercepting him, pulling him up the rest of the way, only to get drilled by an extremely short-range spear, Blood nearly flipping entirely over before Lucien hits the ground, simply by the angle and force of the spear.))
Eddie: Blood and Lucien appear very close in skill levels, here. This match may come down to who can hit their finisher first.
Travis: That hurt!
Tiger: Quit yar bitchin. Pansy.
((Blood gets to his feet quickly, as does Lucien, both men exchanging blows. Suddenly, Blood ducks under a right hand from Lucien, and ducks around Lucien himself, going for a dragon sleeper, Lucien, in a surprising display of athletic ability, flipping up, and over, dropping Blood in a sitdown reverse DDT. Lucien picks Blood up, going for the Unmaking, only to have Blood slip from Lucien’s hands, turning around, and hitting a high release german suplex, Lucien thrown with enough force to accordion off of the top rope, and land, hard, on his face, on the guardrail, before dropping into the crowd. The referee starts his count, Blood taking a few moments to regain his composure, before sliding outside the ring, and grabbing Lucien, tossing him into the ring, and following him in, quickly, going for a pin. 1. . . 2. . . kickout. Blood steps back, waiting on Lucien to begin to rise, then charging forward with another spear. This time, however, Lucien plants his feet, absorbing the entirety of the charge, and, before Blood can move away, Lucien jerks Blood into the air, drilling him with an Unmaking, before, quickly, going for a pin. 1. . . 2. . . 3!!!))
Eddie: Lucien’s pulled it out!
Travis: Bah!
Eddie: Well, it looks like Tiger is done out here now, as she’s leaving the announce position.
((Tiger steps away from the announce position, moving to the ring, and searching around under it, coming up with a seriously dented chair, with a few small blood spatters on it, sliding into the ring, and, as Lucien turns, drilling him with a Click Click Boom, intercepting him before he can fall, and throwing him into the ropes, hitting a Rider’s Hell, then grabbing a mic, and standing over Lucien, looking down at him.))
Tiger: Get up... GET UP! You think yar one of the strong? Ya think yar the better man cause ya managed to throw me over the top rope at Oblivion? Only those who follow Austin can be considered the strong! I will rid the HWC of the weak! Like ya! ........And this is for fucken with my Irish kin!
((Tiger walks off, to the chair, grabbing the chair, and moving over to Lucien, beating him savagely with the chair itself, stopping only when Lucien is bleeding profusely, and coughing up blood, Tiger smiling, and blasting Lucien, again, with the chair, before backing off, and walking up the ramp, stopping at the top to hold the chair high, the crowd booing.))
Eddie: Tiger has just made one hell of a statement on Lucien, and with Lucien, right here.
Travis: She’s got taste.
(Scene opens on a pay phone. A man walks up and picks up the receiver 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.
Main Event
Steel Cage Match
Kidd Rock vs The Saint
Eddie: Well, now it’s time for our main event, a steel cage match between former XAW talent The Saint and Kidd Rock.
Travis: Any guy that realizes that the church is a bunch of crap is a good guy in my book.
Eddie: Well, all things considered, The Saint may very well end up on the wrong end of Lucien, which could be a very interesting matchup. A religious individual going against an anti-religious individual.
Travis: Yeah, but, now, we have a match between Kidd Rock and The Saint, remember?
Eddie: I know this, Travis.
Jean Fortello: The following match is a Steel Cage match. Introducing first, from Louisville, Kentucky, weighing in at 230 lbs . . . KIDD ROCK!!!
((The lights dim as "Bahwidabah" starts on the PA. On the HWC Tron, scenes of a deserted wrestling arena, with a solitary figure standing in the center of the ring, then fades to a dim gym, with the same figure working out hard and heavy. When the song reaches the part that goes "My Name Is KIIIIIIIIIIID", the lights go out, and "My Name Is" flashes across the HWC Tron. Then, when the song bursts out with "KID ROCK!", a HUGE blast of pyro rocks the arena, and the lights flash around the arena in gold and white. Kidd Rock steps out, striding back and forth across the stage, pumping his fists at the fans, then strides down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope, then mounts each corner, raising his fists.))
Eddie: Kidd looking surprisingly primed, here.
Travis: He’s nothing. He’d better get ready to lose. I predict The Saint will win.
Eddie: Bet on The Saint, did you?
Travis: That’s right. He’s a former multiple champion.
Jean Fortello: And his opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 258 lbs, THE SAINT!!!
((The lights in the arena die down. A green spotlight hits center stage. Nobody's Listening hits the PA. White sparklers shoot out of the stage straight up in the air. The spot light is killed. A figure can be seen step in between the two sets of sparklers. The spotlight hits center stage again but this time red. The lone figure lets out a loud yell with his hands and feet spread out to make an X. A red puff of smoke shoots out of the stage in an X shape. The lone figure walks down to the ring ignoring the boos of the crowd. The Saint steps onto the apron and, after a moment, vaults over the top rope, going for a springboard dropkick, hitting Kidd full on, sending Kidd rolling across the ring, and into the cage wall. Kidd hits the ground, standing, and looking at The Saint in the ring with a raised eyebrow. The Saint smiles nonchalantly, shrugging slightly, Kidd running at The Saint with a clothesline, TS ducking the clothesline attempt, and turning it into a crossface. After a moment, Kidd manages to work his free arm over the back of his head, grabbing TS, and rolling to the side, turning the crossface into a schoolboy-esque pin, TS essentially defenseless. Kidd fires off a number of left punches to TS’s face, TS finally releasing the hold itself, Kidd stepping back, holding his right arm.))
Eddie: Kidd getting free of that crossface relatively quickly, but you have to think that the damage is done.
Travis: Isn’t Kidd right handed?
Eddie: Yeah. I think so, at least.
Travis: Then Kidd might be screwed, here.
Eddie: How do you mean?
Travis: Kidd is right handed, and he uses his right hand to hit his finisher. If Kidd can’t finish Saint, then Saint’s got a cakewalk.
Eddie: Good point.
((The Saint gets to his feet, rushing at Kidd, lifting Kidd onto his shoulder, and taking Kidd into the cage with a shoulder charge, then turning the move into a standing armbar, working on that right arm again. Kidd reacts simply, catching TS with a low blow, then a standing side kick, before moving to the turnbuckle, jumping up, and reaching up, to grab the top of the cage, and make the ascent, made slower by his injured arm, making it to the top of the cage easily enough, TS having gotten to his feet, and beaten Kidd to the top of the cage. Standing atop the cage, both men begin trading blows, at the top of the cage, both men balancing precariously on the limited standing space at the top of the cage. After several shots, Kidd falters, teetering very close to falling outside the ring, TS grabbing him, and holding him up.))
Eddie: These two men are so close to victory that it’s almost painful. And if Kidd had fallen from the cage, even though he may have been in need of hospitalization, he would also have won the match. A good strategy, by The Saint.
Travis: Yeah, and, now, all this Saint kid has to do is toss Kidd into the ring, and he’ll be able to climb down, and walk away with a victory.
Eddie: You may have a point, Travis.
((TS grabs Kidd, going for a powerbomb. At the top of the powerbomb, however, Kidd begins squirming, and in a move that many watching would call stupid, reckless, and insane, Kidd manages to flip backward, off of TS’s shoulders. However, on the way down, Kidd wraps his arms around TS’s neck, and falls into the ring, hitting what appears to be a elevated form of the Kidd Cruncher from the top of the cage, both men rebounding violently, almost as if they had been shot, close range, with a bazooka. Chants of “HOLY SHIT” break out in the crowd, as both men simply lay on the mat, appearing to be attempting to regain their composure and/or consciousness. After a minute, Kidd gets to his feet, leaning heavily on his left side, then looks around, visibly addled, staggering backward, and falling back again, now within 4 feet of the cage door. The crowd’s chants instantly shift to “KIDD!” over and over again, turning, again, this time to boos, as TS begins to get to his feet. TS gets up fully, moving toward the cage door. TS gets his left foot through the ropes, moving to go through the ropes, only to get stopped short by Kidd’s hand on his ankle. TS looks at Kidd, then walks into the ring, picking Kidd up, and running toward the cage with Kidd in hand, Kidd stopping short just shy of the ropes, shoving TS into the cage headfirst, TS rebounding from the cage, and turning, Kidd, again, hitting TS with a Kidd Cruncher.))
Eddie: Kidd with another Kidd Cruncher to The Saint. You have to wonder if Kidd has enough left to get out of the ring before The Saint gets up.
Travis: Well, we didn’t really expect Kidd to hit the Kidd Cruncher on his left, but I guess we should have.
Eddie: Got that right.
((Kidd, after several long, tense moments, the crowd itself cheering Kidd on fervently, begins the long climb to his feet, using the ropes to help him up to his knees, where Kidd is forced to pull several extra breaths, before making it to his feet entirely, TS already on the way to his feet as well. Kidd gets to his feet, and, seeing TS standing, rushes at TS with a clothesline, with his sore arm, TS ducking, and coming back with one of his own, which Kidd ducks, and, without stopping, keeps moving forward, diving through the middle rope to the floor outside, the bell ringing. TS realizes what’s just happened, and begins shouting at the referees positioned outside, a very beautiful woman bolting to the ringside area.))
Eddie: That’s Kidd’s girlfriend, Rayven.
Travis: What?! What did that loser of an old fart do to deserve a woman THAT hot?!
Eddie: Who knows? But they’re together. Deal with it.
((TS scowls, leaving the ring, and grabbing Rayven, moving up the ramp, stopping at the top of the ramp, flipping off the crowd in attendance, catching Rayven with a punch to the stomach, then setting her up for a powerbomb. The camera pans back, suddenly, revealing a very prepared, and very lost looking, B.D. standing behind The Saint, his chair in hand. The crowd cheers loudly, B.D. raising an eyebrow, looking at the crowd, The Saint turning around, seeing B.D. looking confused, and unprepared, and drops Rayven to the mat, catching B.D. with a flying forearm shot to the head, B.D. staggering backward, dropping his chair. The Saint picks the chair up, blasting B.D. with the chair, sandwiching B.D.’s face between the chair and one of the metal support poles for the entranceway. Despite the force of the move, however, B.D. isn’t even slightly busted open, The Saint stepping back, smashing B.D. twice more with the chair, before stepping back again, and moving back toward Rayven, again going for a powerbomb to Rayven, Kidd already beginning to move, but too slowly to save his girlfriend. Oddly enough, Kidd doesn’t need to. As TS prepares to lift Rayven, he’s stopped by an all-too-familiar maniacal giggle. TS shrugs, smiling evilly, and begins to lift Rayven anyway, the camera, again, pulling back, revealing B.D. standing on the bottom of the HWC-Tron’s screen support. B.D. giggles again, after dropping down to hang upside down from the support, TS pausing, and looking to his left, at the upside down B.D. B.D. giggles again, grabbing TS, and throwing him into the support, grabbing Rayven as she teeters on the edge of falling, and straightening slightly, putting her on the bottom of the support, and rolling back around to hang upside down again, grabbing TS, and hitting what appears to be an upside down military press, dropping TS through the tables set up at the side of the stage, then moving around to sit on the support, throwing his arms into the air, the crowd cheering, up until B.D. looks up.))
Eddie: What is this looney toon going to do here?!
Travis: Maybe he figures that, since the elevator doesn’t go all the way up for him, mentally, he should compensate for that by going all the way up.
((B.D. begins to climb the supports, to the top of the Tron, Kidd, now standing, shouting at B.D. to come down. B.D. stops at the top of the Tron, looking around, Kidd redoubling his efforts to get B.D. down before he does something stupid. B.D., however, ignores the pleas, and, backing up, jumps FROM THE TOP OF THE TRON, to flip repeatedly, all the way down to where TS was, medical staff scattering as B.D. crashes into the remaining tables and TS.))
Eddie: OH MY GOD! THIS MAN IS CERTIFIABLE! HE NEEDS HELP! He may have just killed The Saint!
Travis: Nah. The Saint won’t die. He wouldn’t give those biblethumpers the joy. But B.D. is a BFD in any kind of match that there is a possibility of something approaching crazy.
Eddie: Well, I’m being told that The Saint has a few minor fractures, nothing that will cause him to miss any ring time, he’s just out cold, at this point. And B.D.- (The camera shows B.D. standing, and, with a giggle, walking over to the stage, grabbing his chair, moving to run toward the edge of the stage, as if to hit The Saint with the chair as he gets up, only to get yanked back by Kidd and Rayven.) Well, B.D.’s never been all there to begin with.
((A camera moves in close to where Rayven and Kidd are attempting to prevent B.D. from going back to attack The Saint further, B.D. making it very difficult.))
Kidd: B.D.! Chill! I’ll get you a cookie if you calm down and go backstage!
((B.D. calms instantly, as if he had been shot with a tranquilizer dart. The camera moves to the end of the stage, where The Saint, now conscious, apparently, is fighting to get off of the stretcher, The Saint getting off of the stretcher, and walking backstage on his own free will, a camera following him, showing him walking haltingly, clutching his ribs. Slaughter fades to black with the crowd simply being stricken into silence with the toughness shown by TS and Kidd.))
((The scene dies as the transmission fades. Copyright Hardcore Wrestling Corporation 2004.))