A capacity crowd roars as the deafening pyros resound around the Viking Hall, formerly known as the ECW Arena. The usual abundance of signs in the crowd are present, many telling Jackson to go die or other, more unpleasant things. One more noticable sign says "Where is Conner?" while another says "Judge is my daddy, Sawyer is my bitch". We switch to ringside with everyone's favourite announce team of Trent Brown and Keith Kincaid.
TB: Well look where we are THIS week folks! It's the old ECW Arena!
KK: Why on earth have we come here? This is the site of a failed promotion.
TB: Who cares about that, perhaps the HWA can supercede the demise of ECW. In any case, we're about to kick off with our first match. It's...
KK: Wait, wait a second..... I'm getting something in my headset..
TB: Ear wax?
The HWATron lights up as the crowd goes into euphory as they witness the arrival of Tristan Wolfe. The crowd starts a small "Tristan" chant as his name and reputation continues to sky-rocket amongst the HWA faithful. He was, no doubt, quickly becoming a huge fan favorite. Tristan walked down the backstage corridor with his beautiful sister, Skye, as the two appeared to be talking about something but, whatever it was, it wasn't loud enough for any to hear.
TB: Well there ya see him folks, 1/2 of the Tag Team Champions and a man who is quickly becoming very popular in the HWA.
KK: Forget Tristan, who's that hottie with him!?
The two continue walking and talking until Tristan's gaze floats up and is met by someone off-camera. Tristan immediatly stops and puts his arm out in front of his sister, stopping her as well. She looks over at Tristan and then follows his gaze as the camera pans over and we see David Jackson standing before the two, an angry expression on his face. The fans boo loudly at this sight as Jackson slowly approaches the two.
Tristan Wolfe: Well hey there "boss," how's the back healing up?
Tristan laughs to himself as Jackson continues to glare at him.
David Jackson: We need to talk Tristan.
Tristan Wolfe: Unless ye've come to accept mah challenge at a match, then neh... we got nothin' to talk about, come on Skye.
Tristan begins to walk past Jackson, with Skye's hand intwined in his, but Jackson reaches out his arm and grabs Tristan's other arm... the one that wasn't pulling Skye along. The crowd boos again as Tristan glances over at Jackson.
David Jackson: You forget who's in charge here Tristan, hell... if I wanted to, I could have you and your little friend here thrown out of the building.
Tristan moved towards Jackson but Jackson backed off, talking his way out of the situation.
David Jackson: Careful Tristan, you wouldn't want Syren to have to defend the Tag Titles by herself now... would you?
Tristan restrained himself, with a little help of Skye of course, as he stood still while a smug smirk came across his face.
Tristan Wolfe: What do ye want Jackson?
David Jackson: Just wanted to talk "laddie," that's all.
Tristan Wolfe: Well speak quickly, ah've got much better things to do then to deal with you.
David Jackson: What say you send your lady-friend off here so we can talk in private, eh?
Tristan turned and looked at Skye who looked back at him, her eyes pleading with her brother to let her stay but he nodded his head, silently telling her that he'll be okay. Frowning, Skye did as she was told as she continued her way down the corridor as Tristan watched after her until she disappeared, making absolute certain that she was safe from any of Jackson's henchmen. Once out of sight, Tristan turned back to Jackson.
Tristan Wolfe: Alright ye son-of-a-bitch, what do ye want?
The fans cheer loudly for Tristan's showmanship of defiance in the cruel dictator as Jackson reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a folded-up piece of paper. Unfolding it, he hands it over to Tristan as Tristan takes it and reads it over.
Tristan Wolfe: What the fuck is this!?
David Jackson: Forgot your reading glasses, eh? Well let me explain it to you then. It says that you are responsible for picking up my massage bill.
Tristan Wolfe: Ye're massage bill?
David Jackson: That's right Tristan, MY massage bill. Ever since you brutally assaulted me last week with the Wolfe's Bane, my back has been in severe amount of pain and in continous back spasms. I had to get a massage practically once a day because of you!
Tristan Wolfe: Well David, my heart bleeds for ye, it truly does... however...
Tristan straightens up the bill and then tears it apart as Jackson looks on in surprise.
Tristan Wolfe: ... ah ain't paying a fuckin' cent!
Tristan drops the pieces of paper to the ground as Jackson is fuming while the fans are loving it, the chants of "Tristan" going up from the crowd once more. Jackson seems to restrain himself, however, as he looks back up at Tristan with a smirk on his face.
David Jackson: Okay Tristan, have it your way. You don't want to pay for the bill, that's fine... I'll just have to raise the ticket prices of HWA events so that these pathetic fans who cheer for you can pay off the bill, since you're not responsible enough to do it yourself.
The fans booed loudly as Tristan glared at Jackson, doing everything in his power to restain himself from attacking his boss.
David Jackson: But that's another matter for another day, the reason I wanted to talk to you was to congradulate you.
Tristan Wolfe: Congradulate me? On what... fighting out of ye're pathetic trap and leavin' you and ye're two bitches lying?
David Jackson: No, that was merely a fluke Tristan, luck of the Irish if you will. No, I wanted to congradulate you on sealing the deal with Syren.
Jackson smirked over at Tristan as the fans went crazy for this.
TB: What!? Is that true!?
KK: It has to be, would Jackson ever lie!?
Tristan Wolfe: Ah dun't know what ye're talkin' about.
David Jackson: Oh come on Tristan, no need to be embarrassed. It's not like you had a bet going on with when you could score with her. Oh, by the way...
Jackson reached into his pants pocket again and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. He then proceeded to hand it over to Tristan.
David Jackson: ... figured I'd give that to you now before I forget. I must admit though, Tristan, I really didn't think you could do it. Must be that damn luck of the Irish thing again. I just hope your luck doesn't run out tonight in your Tag Title match... especially if Syren were to find out the truth about her "boyfriend."
Jackson walked off laughing as Tristan was left standing there, the hundred dollar bill in his hand. He appeared as shocked as the rest of the crowd as the all-too familiar boos rang out from the crowd, this time directed at Tristan and not Jackson. As if hearing these boos, Tristan crumpled up the hundred dollar bill and threw it aside, drawing a small chorus of cheers from the crowd.
TB: I don't understand this! It was a bet all along!?
KK: I knew Tristan was a low-life from the beginning! But enough about him, once Syren finds out the truth... she'll be single. And I'm saving her a special seat on my lap, in case she needs a shoulder to cry on.
TB: You're despicable Keith.
KK: Wait, Apparently, David Jackson has called a meeting backstage and he has fired The Mexican Dream, and Ryan Marshall!
TB: Oh well, I'm not surprised really. They'd been putting on rather sub standard performances lately.
KK: Criticism?! From YOU, Trent?! Will wonders never cease?!
TB: Anyway..... As I was saying, the first match this evening is upon us.
KK: No, no wait, I understand we've got a camera back there....
We're backstage in the ECW Arena and Jackson is standing before the entire HWA roster. several wrestlers are shaking their heads, some talking in whispers before somebody shouts: "Listen up". The roster look up to see Sett standing, his arms indicating the wrestlers should be quiet.
Sett: Jackson, this is bull shit and you know it. You can't just go around firing people like this. Neil would never have allowed this.
Jackson: Thats what you think Sett, remember that I was specifically chosen by Neil to do this job.
Sett: I gotta think that I wonder what the HELL Neil was doing when he hired you.
Jackson: Sett, what do you know about running a fed? I seem to remember your tenure at the top of this very federation being somewhat less than a raging success. Now listen, You guys may not know this, but it is almost a year to the day that I first entered the HWA, at Crash & burn: 12th January 2003 - it was a glorious day when.....
Judge: Shut the hell up, we don't care. Nobody wants you hear Jackson, take a hint and leave.
Jackson: Really Judge? I would've thought better of you.
Draven Masters: And you know where Judge goes I go, so don't....
eXiled: Hey Draven, how about you shut the hell up?
A hush descends upon the group. Nobody knowing what to say. Draven stares a hole right through eXiled. Sett takes a couple of small steps towards eXiled and puts a hand on his shoulder to calm him, but it's not enough. Almost simultaniously eXiled and Draven charge at each other, and the punches start flying. Quickly enough, Judge and Sett rush to grab their protoge's and try and hold them back along with a few other wrestlers. The camera zooms over to Jackson though who has tipped his head back slightly and laughing quietly to himself, enjoying the chaos that he has created.
TB: Jeez, Jackson has just stirred a hornets nest there. What is the man thinking? He'll rip the very shreads of the HWA apart if he's not careful. I mean, the tension around here is high enough as it is already, without him doing his best, or worst - whatever, to stir things up. Just think about what he's doing to Tristan Wolfe for yet another example.
KK: Well actually he's a very clever man. He now has eXiled, Masters, Judge and Sett totally on the edge, ready for their PPV match next week. Also, Jackson is a shrewd businessman. Did you know that HWA stock has risen 64% in the last 12 months alone, that shows you how much of a clever man Jackson is. He may have pissed off a lot of people, but think of the controversy, the passion and the fury that he has unleashed. THAT, Trent, is what sells. How the hell do you think the HWA can afford to pay all of these so-called Legends that keep re-appearing without having a HELL of a lot of money?
TB: Alright, so I concede, he is a smart businessman, but as a person? I'd rather make a deal with the devil himself than deal with David Jackson. Now, if I may, I'd like to announce the first match. That is unless you've anything else 'from the back' Keith?
KK: Well, that depends.
TB: Depends on what?
KK: Well, Jackson is announcing a few PPV matches.
TB: Can we get the feed back from in there please guys in the truck?
The scene is back in the room where the meeting is happening. Sett, eXiled, Judge and Draven Masters have all left now.
Jackson: Now, in the interest of fairness I am going to use this lottery machine to pick one or two matches for the upcoming Pay Per View. That'll give a few extra wrestlers the chance to get on the PPV card.
Jackson starts the machine and about 15 coloured balls start blowing around. Jackson sticks in his hand and pulls out....
Jackson: SETH RAINES.
TB: The new kid.
KK: The next champion.
TB: Whatever.
Jackson: versus KEVIN CONNER!
KK: WHAT A MATCH!!!! My personal current favourite versus my all-TIME favourite!!
TB: Jackson reach down into his balls again...
KK: Wh-what?
TB: Never mind...
Jackson: Oh look? Well I never..... two balls stuck together!
The assembled wrestlers share a good laugh to this.
Jackson: Well, I suppose whats to be is to be, so Tristan Wolfe, my good friend! You'll be taking on your name sake - Dylan Wolfe. I guess the two W's, Wankers? Will be put together, how sweet!
The camera settles on Tristan, who is clearly doing all he can to hide his rage. At this point Syren, sitting next to Tristan stands up.
Syren: Hey Jackson, I'm owed an International Title shot. How about it?
Jackson: For you Syren? No problem. Syren takes on Jason Craven at the PPV for the International Title.
Syren smiles and looks up at Tristan who is also standing at this point. He returns her look, presumably confident that both of them will win their respective matches.
Jackson: Oh there was just one more thing with your matches you two. Yes, let me think, what was it.... oh yeah. If either of you loses on the Pay Per View - Tristan's title shot which he is owed... becomes... null and void. Oh and yes, I think seeing how 'close' I really know you two little love birds to be, I'm going to upgrade the wolfe v wolfe match at Breakdown.... Yes, I think we ought to get our money's worth out of you Syren, considering you're so keen to volunteer. Yes, you can tag with your so-called boyfriend tristan, when he takes on, not onlt Dylan Wolfe, but his good friend Ryan Maxem too. Should be a great match! Oh, and the winners can have a shot at the Tag Team titles. I thank you ladies and Gentlemen of the HWA, that will be all.
TB: WHAT THE HELL?! That son-of-a-bitch just laid it on the line for Tristan. He is determined to make life as tough as possible for the Irishman.
KK: Well for Tristan and Syren things just go from bad to worse don't they? I mean, thanks to Jackson, they already got to face Breeze and Fudge tonight! An AWESOME combination, then at the Pay Per View, Tristan has to face Dylan Wolfe PLUS Ryan Maxem almost single handedly, since Syren will be beaten up for sure after her match with Craven. And if he doesn't win, he loses his title shot! My God! Jackson is a genius! An evil genius, but a genius none the less!
TB: Now Keith. Match? Please?
KK: HERE WE GO FOLKS!!! WHAT A NIGHT!! ANDTHE HWA IS JUST GETTING STARTED!!!!
KK: Indeed it should, Conner is one of my all time favourites as you well know Trent.
Kevin Conner's music plays, but he doesn't come out. They play his music again but once more he doesn't appear.
TB: It would seem we're having some, ah, technical difficulties right now. Can we get a camera in the back and see whats going on? Can you hear me back there guys?
We switch to the backstage area and we see Kevin Conner kicking the shit out of Seth Raines. Conner hits Raines with the super kick and Raines collapses in a heap.
TB: MY GOD! Conner just took out Raines before their PPV match. But why didn't he come out for his match with Craven?
KK: I think we have some footage from several minutes ago Trent, hold on.
The Titan-tron flickers to life and we see Seth Raines, sipping a coffee in the backstage area, talking to a couple of crew members, when all of a sudden Conner walks up.
Raines: Well well well, if it ain't the HWA's self proclaimed saviour.
Conner: You're looking at him Raines. Get used to it.
Raines: Oh really? You think you're that good d...
But thats all Raines got out because Conner tipped the coffee all down Raines. The shock and burning sensation on Raines's flesh gave Conner the millisecond advantage he needed to take out the baseball bat from behind him and whack Raines firmly on the shoulder, which audibly cracks. In the background we can hear Conner's music playing for the second time, coming from the stage area. A couple of crew come looking for Conner as obviously he is supposed to be in the ring by now. Conner just pushes them out of the way and beings to pummel Raines with blows to the head, arms, and that injured shoulder. Then, he stands Raines up against the wall, takes a few steps back and hits him with the superkick on that now badly injured shoulder.
TB: Oh... My... God!
KK: We haven't seen Conner with that intensity about him in months!
TB: What had Raines done to deserve that beat down?
KK: I don't know Trent, I guess wrong place wrong time.
TB: And Conner never even came out for his match!
KK: Thats a shame to be honest, as that could've been an awesome match between two of the HWA's finest.
We switch to the backstage area and David Jackson is in the locker room. A few wrestlers are wandering around. Jackson walks over to Breeze and holds out his hand which Breeze shakes.
Jackson: Breeze, now tonight my man, I need you to do a favour for me. I need you to work with Fudge ok? I know you hate the guy but hear me out. You hate Tristan wolfe don't you.
Breeze: Of course, he's an asshole. But if you think I'm working with THAT piece of shit(points over at Fudge who is staring a hole through Breeze) then no deal.
Jackson: Breeze, I know you're good, but Tristan and Syren make a good team, even you and I realise that. You NEED Fudge.
Breeze: I still say I'm not working with him.
Jackson: But I need....
Breeze: I know what you need David. Leave it to me.
Breeze drapes a towel over one shoulder and disappears towards the showers. Fudge stands up slowly and walks over to Jackson.
Fudge: What are you playing at Jackson? Whats your plan?
Jackson: Well lemme see now. I actually hate Tristan even more than I hate you Fudge. Now aint that something.
Fudge: (getting in Jackson's face) I don't know what you're playing at Jackson but you've got a fucked up mind, putting me and Breeze together. Thats gonna be all out war out there.
Jackson: Deal with it.
Fudge stares at Jackson for another few seconds before walking off shaking his head slowly.
"Rock Superstar" by Cypress Hill hits and Dan Sawyer makes his way down to the ring.
TB: So which 'Dan Sawyer' do we get this week Keith? The undead version, or the standard Dan Sawyer?
KK: Will the real Dan Sawyer please stand up.
TB: I think we're gonna have a problem here.
Sawyer enters the ring and rolls his shoulders. He takes two steps towards St Patrick, and then spits a great wad of phlem at St Patrick. This obviously pisses St Patrick off majorly, and so with no though to his game plan, st Patrick runs right at Sawyer, but Sawyer is too quick and side-steps past. St Patrick hits the turnbuckle and comes back dazed. Sawyer hits St Patrick with the big boot and pat goes to the ground. You can almost see the little birds twittering around St Pat's head at this point. Sawyer picks up pat and places him on the top turn buckle. Dan climbs the rope too and starts to pick up the limp form of St Patrick.
KK: Trent, I think Sawyer is going for the X-Plex right here.
Indeed, Sawyer picks up St Patrick and hits the X-Plex, a reversed, top rope suplex, which sends both men crashing to the floor. Just as Sawyer is about to go for the pin, "Hit The Floor" by Linkin Park hits and Alex Mysterio comes running full pelt down the ramp.
TB: What the hell is this all about?
Mysterio hits the Pinnacle Achievement (Screwdriver) on Sawyer, and sawyer falls onto St Patricks prone frame. The referee starts to count, as we get yet another interruption to the match. It's Evan Blane. By this time the referee has counted Sawyer as the winner of the match. He starts to stand Sawyer up for the crowd recognition, but Evan levels him with a solid steel chair. Then, Mysterio takes down Blane with the Pinnacle Achievement. Only Alex Mysterio is still standing at this stage, when somebody else runs into the ring.
TB: OH MY GOD - IT'S DANNY STARR!!!!!!!!
Starr picks up Alex Mysterio and slams him down to the floor. He kicks Evan Blane out of the way and picks up the lifeless form of Dan Sawyer. He puts Sawyer over his shoulder and carrys him to the edge of the ring. Starr gets out, and pulls Sawyer under the bottom rope before draping him over his shoulder. Starr starts to leave and is about to step over the crowd barrier when we hear:
Voice: WOAH WOAH WOAH WOOOAH!
KK: It's Judge.
TB: Thank God! Maybe we'll get some law and order around here!
Judge: Starr, what in the hell do you think you're doing? You're not employed here. Put Sawyer down and leave him.
Starr looks over towards Judge and shakes his head.
Judge: You don't wanna do that? Well thats too bad! I'll just get security down here and..... no, wait. I got a better idea. How about, since we got a HUGE Pay Per View next week, you bring your ass to that event, and you fight, say, Dan Sawyer?
The crowd give an enormous cheer for this idea. Starr frowns.
Judge: Yeah I know, you're not in the HWA, and believe me, If I had my way you never would be, but I know that ratings is ratings, and judging by that reaction just then, I would say the dans of the HWA would LOVE to see you kick Dan Sawyer's ass from one side of the arena to the other. Whaddya say?
But rather than giving an answer, Danny Starr just turns and steps over the crowd barrier, Sawyer still on his shoulder.
TB: So do we have this match or not?
KK: Who knows! I guess we'll find out come next Sunday Trent. One things for sure, Breakdown is definitely going to be one event you simply cannot miss folks! We've got a triple threat, triple cage match for the HWA World Title, where Thunder defends against Breeze and Masters!
TB: Talking of Masters, he's additionally taking on the eXiled to determine whether Judge or Sett will be Jackson's vice president!
KK: And then we've got Syren v Craven for the International Title, we've got Syren (again) AND Tristan versus Maxem and Dylan Wolfe - which of course was Jackson's doing!
TB: And NOW we find out we may have Danny Starr versus Dan Sawyer too! Thats along with YOUR favourite two wrestlers of all time Keith - Conner v Raines.
KK: WHAT AN EVENT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! AND!!! THERE'S MORE!! I've just heard in my headset that there will be a triple threat X-Treme Title match between Alex Mysterio, Evan Blane and St Patrick, based on tonights event's.
TB: Yes, unfortunately folks, after Danny Starr's attack we have learned that neither Mysterio nor Blane will be fit to take part in their match which was scheduled for alter tonight. Also, due to missing his flight, Morgoth could not be here tonight so I'm afraid that match has also been cancelled.
Backstage again, and breeze is seen stretching out for his match, when all of a sudden a man in a blue hoodie comes and clips Breeze from behind and stomps on him. You can't see the guys face. He walks away and then back in few and Breeze is on his knees and then out of no where the guy comes back and smokes Breeze in the face with a steel chair and Breeze falls down he's cut open and hurt.
Back out the front of the arena, the HWATron sparks to life as we see Tristan Wolfe sitting in his locker room, an anxious look on his face as a mixed reaction is given towards him, some of the fans still believing that Tristan has not changed and that he is still on the track of his evil ways.
Skye Wolfe: Ye better be tellin' me the truth brother.
Skye steps into the picture as she, too, appears anxious.
Tristan Wolfe: Ah'm telling ya sister, she loves me... she even said those exact words to me, though ah dun't think she realized it. But that dun't matter now, what matters is that she knows the truth.
Syren: And what is the truth?
The camera pans over and we see Syren step into the locker room, a loud ovation for her as she is dressed and ready for action later on tonight.
Tristan Wolfe: Sy...
Syren: Don't even Tristan, just tell me... is it true what Jackson said? Was I just a bet to you?
Tristan Wolfe: Jackson's only tryin' to divide us lass.
Syren: Well he's doing a pretty good job of it then.
Tristan Wolfe: Listen to me Sy, Jackson's only trying to distract us. He wants us to lose our Tag Team Titles...
Syren: Well he's in for a disappointing night because I'll be damned if I'm going to lose this Tag Team Title. As far as you go Tristan, we're tag partners tonight so I expect you to pull your own weight out there.
Tristan Wolfe: Sy let me...
Syren: As for this bet Tristan, I'm trusting your word on this. I just hope my trust is not misplaced.
And, with that, Syren turned and walked out the door, leaving Tristan standing there in shock. Just as Syren was leaving, she nearly bumped into St. Patrick who moved out of her way and then stepped into the locker room.
St. Patrick: Trouble in paradise lad?
Tristan Wolfe: Patrick, thank God ye're here. Ah need ye to do me a favor.
St. Patrick: Sure... what?
Tristan Wolfe: Stay with mah sister, ah need to go chase down Syren. She needs to know the truth.
St. Patrick: Okay, chase away lad.
Tristan bolted out the door and down in the direction Syren had departed, leaving St. Patrick and Skye Wolfe alone in the locker room.
St. Patrick: What was that all about?
Skye Wolfe: Syren found out about Tristan's bet.
St. Patrick: You mean, it really was a bet?
Skye Wolfe: I don't know Patrick, I don't know.
KK: I don't understand? So did Tristan make a bet or not?
TB: I hope, for his sake, that he didn't but it's going to be interesting to see if Tristan and Syren can make it over this hurdle and defeat two of the best in the HWA to retain their Tag Team Titles. We'll take a quick commercial break folks and we'll be right back with the action!
TB: You gotta be thinking, these two are a real team. I don’t know exactly how their opponents are going to survive in the same arena with each other never mind on the same team
KK: We’ll see now
‘Faint’ by Linkin Park plays and Breeze makes his way down the ring through smoke. The green lights flash and then drown. The crowd’s response to Breeze is mostly boos which he seems not to respond to in the slightest
KK: This man not only has a black heart but he seems to be made of steel
TB: He scares me, he seems to be completely focused
Breeze steps into the ring. Neither Syren or Tristan Wolfe gave him a warm smile
KK: You gotta be thinking Syren is still pissed about her being used as bait in one of Breeze’s sick plans
TB: Yeah, and you gotta be thinking Breeze is still pissed at Tristan Wolfe
KK: These two were born quite near each other
TB: Which is rare, there aren’t too many Celts in the HWA
‘Whisper’ by Evanescence hits and Fudge walks out to a roar of cheers. He wastes no time in getting to the ring, missing his customary showboating
Breeze and Fudge do not lose eye contact. Both using all their mental power to restrain themselves
KK: You gotta believe anything could set of this explosion
TB: After what Breeze did to Christine, Fudge has every right
KK: And the comments Breeze made were horrendous, you gotta think they had to have hurt Fudge no matter what he might say
The bell rang, Fudge kicked off the match with Tristan Wolfe
Both had a look of respect towards each other
They started off with a grapple before Wolfe overpowered Fudge. Wolfe whips Fudge into the ropes. Fudge comes back to Tristan who tries to hit a sidewalk slam. Fudge however has other ideas and flips himself over. He flicks his leg out and rotates for a spinning heel kick. Tristan ducks and catches him from behind. He lifts Fudge up but again Fudge counters by somersaulting out of it
KK: Fudge is athletically brilliant
Fudge runs off the ropes but gets stopped by a Breeze punch from the other side. Fudge tries to retaliate but Wolfe hooks him up and delivers a high angle backdrop
TB: What the hell is Breeze doing?
KK: I don’t think he can help himself
TB: But he’s costing himself the match. Breeze is renowned for doing anything for the victory
KK: Maybe some things are more important
TB: That’s hard to believe
KK: Believe it, its happening
Wolfe capitalizes with an elbow drop followed by a hard knee to the head of Fudge. Fudge tries to retaliate with fists but Wolfe again uses his knee to elevate into the ribs of Fudge. Fudge holds his ribs and stays on one knee. Wolfe grabs him and snap suplexes him. He holds on and repeats the process, each time Fudge hurting that much more. Wolfe stomps on Fudge before allowing him to stand up. Wolfe runs at Fudge and attempts a forearm smash but Fudge sidesteps him
TB: Fudge is too quick
KK: Mistake by Tristan, he should not have let someone like Fudge have a seconds rest
Fudge capitalizes and dropkicks Tristan from behind. Wolfe goes over the ropes. Breeze moves into the ring and clotheslines the tired Fudge. He stomps on him before leaving the ring
TB: This guy is truly sick
KK: No, he’s clever. There’s a difference
TB: He’s clever by helping the other team beat him?
KK: He’s thinking much more about Fudge than this victory
Wolfe slides back into the ring and clotheslines a staggering Fudge. He turns his attention to Breeze and surprise attacks him with a hard right fist knocking him down. Breeze slides into the ring and goes after Wolfe, furious. The referee has other ideas and holds him back. Fudge grabs Tristan from behind to hit a huge German suplex. Both men lie on the mat as the referee counts 1…2…3…4. Movement is shown by both men. Fudge and Wolfe both look not to be going for the tag
KK: It looks like these men don’t want to let their partners in
TB: Probably different reasons for both
Fudge makes it to his feet a little quicker and runs for a clothesline, Tristan moves out of the way. Fudge comes back hard but Tristan ducks down. Fudge flips over the tag champion
TB: Incredible
KK: I can’t disagree
Fudge looks to be getting into a flow of things but it is short lived as Breeze makes a tag to Fudge by slapping him hard on the back. Breeze steps into the ring and takes Wolfe down with a Harlem Side Kick. Wolfe is up quickly and the two men go toe to toe with each other. The fresh Breeze takes advantage with a European uppercut followed by a clean cut DDT. Breeze pins 1…2 kick-out as the referees hand hits the mat for 2
KK: So close
TB: Yet so far
Syren has climbed the top rope and leaps off at Breeze with a top rope missile dropkick. Breeze sees it coming and moves out of the way. This distraction causes Wolfe to be able to sweep Breeze from behind, Breeze falls back to the mat. He recovers quickly but Wolfe capitalizes on the situation and keeps him on his knees with swift kicks and punches to his head and arms. Tristan stalks Breeze. Breeze slowly gets up only to turn round to a super kick from Wolfe. Breeze swiftly avoids it only to be pulled by the hair from his supposed tag partner. He turns around to fend off Fudge but finds that Wolfe has another super kick on its way. Breeze falls down hard and moves back to his feet. He runs at Wolfe for a clothesline. Tristan ducks and catches him with the Wolfe’s Bane. He lifts and executes it perfectly. Wolfe pins Breeze
KK: No, no, no
TB: It could be over, that’s Wolfe’s trademark
The referee counts 1…2… Breeze lifts his foot to the ropes
TB: Breeze may be running out of places to go
Wolfe picks up Breeze and kicks him the gut, he signals for the Celtic Cutter and runs towards Breeze. Breeze throws Wolfe off and into the ropes. Wolfe comes back at Breeze only to receive a huge gore type move
KK: Lightening Strikes
TB: Damn
Breeze covers Wolfe
1…2… kick-out
TB: That’s resilience for you
Breeze picks up Wolfe and launches him off the ropes. Wolfe comes back with a hard knee to Breeze’s face knocking him down. Syren screams for the tag. Wolfe reluctantly lets her in the match. She climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a Breakdown. Breeze moves out of the way and quickly gets back on his feet. He tags in Fudge. Fudge’s expression is one of confusion and anger. Probably a continual anger towards Breeze
KK: Oh, that’s good
TB: That’s sneaky, making Fudge fight Syren. You know this won’t be helping the Fudge/Wolfe relationship
Fudge and Syren go at it, with many reversals and quick kicking. Syren takes advantage though with a kick to the knee of Fudge before running off the ropes and hitting her trademark Lasso kick. Fudge went down hard as Syren covered
1…2…
KK: This could be it
Fudge kicked out with a bit of power, throwing the 125lb’er across the ring
Fudge held nothing back with a huge dropkick staggering Syren back to her corner. Wolfe made a tag which Syren was not too pleased about. He and Fudge went toe to toe until Fudge missed a punch and slipped onto one knee. Wolfe capitalized with the Celtic Cutter
TB: Celtic Cutter! Celtic Cutter!
Breeze climbed to the top rope setting himself up to drop onto Wolfe but Syren had spotted him and moved to counter. She climbed up to the top rope with him as the referee counted 1……2……
As the referees hand was about to hit the mat for the final time in the match Breeze threw Syren off the top rope, she landed completely on the referee with only her foot hitting the head of Tristan Wolfe
KK: He just saved the match for his team
TB: It could be just temporarily, but I fear that the referee may be out for quite some time after that hit
Breeze dived off the top rope driving his head into the back of Wolfe. Wolfe rolled off of Fudge. Syren ran at Breeze and connected with a sweet leg lift into his jaw. He fell down hard. Syren grabbed him by the hair and brought him to his feet. She forearm smashes Breeze three times before jumping onto his shoulders for a hurricanrana. Breeze looked to have countered but Syren took the initiative and dropped down hitting Breeze with a face slam. Wolfe and Fudge both staggered up only to both look straight at each other and start fighting. Breeze and Syren still fought at the other side of the ring. Syren kicked Breeze in the head then delivered a clean DDT to him. She climbed to the top rope and signaled for the Breakdown. She leaped off the top rope only to hit an empty canvas. She lay there motionless.
KK: She’s gotta be hurt
Fudge threw himself straight at Wolfe but Tristan ducked sending Fudge flying through the middle rope and landing hard on the outside. Breeze picked up the motionless Syren and set her up for Game Over. He hooked the arms but could not execute as he received a clean clothesline from Wolfe. Breeze fell down and then staggered up using the ropes. He fell back into the ropes as Wolfe ran off the others. Wolfe connected with a flying clothesline sending both men outside of the ring. Fudge moved back into the ring and saw the motionless Syren. He climbed the turnbuckle and leapt off with the Fudge Splash. He covered Syren as the referee regained consciousness. He counted 1…2
KK: It’s gotta be it
…
Wolfe grabbed the foot of Syren and placed it on the ropes. Fudge looked at the referee in confusion before realizing what had happened. He picked up Syren and DDT’d her. Wolfe looked to be rolling back into the ring but Breeze grabbed his foot and pulled him back outside. He grabbed Wolfe and whipped him into the ring post. Wolfe went flying off it. Breeze slid back into the ring. Fudge was stomping on Syren with the referee restricting him. Breeze stalked Fudge and as he turned round ran at him for the Lightening Strike. Fudge jumped in the air and did the splits, narrowly missing Breeze. Breeze flew straight into the referee who fell awkwardly onto the mat. Breeze got up and turned round straight into a Fudge U
KK: Damn, that was one hard hit
TB: This isn’t a tag match, it’s a three way fight
Breeze fell down and lay there, not moving. Fudge was about to inflict even more damage but Wolfe had entered the ring as was descending upon him quickly. Fudge and Wolfe again went toe to toe. It ended with a hard right from Fudge and then a whip into the corner. Fudge followed it up with a clothesline and then placed Wolfe onto the top turnbuckle. He climbed it, set up and then delivered an explosive suplexplex. Both men lay on the floor. Wolfe rolled out of the ring as Fudge staggered back up
KK: Fudge feeling the effects of that suplex as well
TB: Wolfe not so much though
Tristan grabbed a steel chair and slid into the ring with it
KK: Fudge shouldn’t be surprised. Wolfe has never been shy of the fact he likes to use a chair
Tristan was about to smash Fudge with the chair but Syren grabbed it off of him and then threw it over to the other side of the ring. Tristan looked confused
TB: I don’t think Syren is happy about Tristan using a chair on Fudge
KK: This is wrestling, a competitive sport
TB: Shut up, Syren has fair play about her
Syren and Tristan turned to Fudge and tried for a double clothesline, Fudge rolled underneath the attempt and grabbed the chair quickly before rising to his feet. Wolfe ran directly at him onto to receive a chair shot to the head. Fudge threw the chair onto the floor and then ran and super-kicked Syren to the floor. Fudge climbed the top rope and paused for a second
TB: Time for a Fudge Splash
Fudge flew off the top rope… And landed, straight onto Breeze
KK: What the hell!?
TB laughing: What a turn of events
Fudge held his torso then staggered upon his feet. The referee was still knocked out so Fudge could not cover Wolfe who has been laid out from the chair. Syren had recovered sufficiently and she and Fudge again continued their previous fight. Syren took the advantage first with a huge spinning wheel kick knocking Fudge completely off his feet. The fight continued to the outside. Fudge controlled Syren with fast paced movements before whipping her into the barrier. Wolfe and Breeze recovered inside the ring and went toe to toe, Breeze took advantage with a blatant low blow. Wolfe fell onto his knees. Breeze was about to set him up for the Game Over but Wolfe showed he too would play dirty if he had to and hit a low blow of his own. Fudge rolled back into the ring and picked up the chair
KK: Oh no, I don’t know who he’s going to hit with that
TB: Probably both
Fudge stalked Breeze, and both the fallen wrestlers made their way to their feet. Fudge ran and swung the chair at Breeze. Breeze countered by throwing himself to the ground. Fudge sent the chair colliding into Tristan Wolfe. Wolfe fell down
KK: Yes!
TB: No!
Breeze collected the fallen chair and when Fudge staggered back up Breeze did not hesitate in taking him cleanly out with it. Syren re-entered the ring and ran at Breeze who side stepped her and hit her in the gut with the side of the chair. He set up and delivered the Game Over
KK: Game Over!
TB: You don’t hit a woman with a chair
KK: You do, Breeze just proved that
Breeze grabbed Fudge and threw him over Wolfe. He threw the chair out of the ring on his way to his own corner. The referee gradually recovered enough to make the count
1…2…3
The bell rang
KK: New Tag Champions
TB: This is not right
KK: It never is for you
The belts were slid into the ring. Breeze collected both and threw them over his shoulder. He picked up Fudge but Fudge did not waste any time in retaliating. Both Breeze and Fudge carried on with a fist fight all the way to the backstage area.
KK: Will this ever stop?
TB: Don’t count on Fudge backing down The fight was split up by many referees. Both Wolfe and Syren recovered shortly and made their way backstage to a huge round of cheers. Neither sustaining injuries from the carnage that had just took place.
All of a sudden, Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix hits and out comes Jackson with a Mike.
Jackson: Tristan, tristan tristan...... I DID warn you not to mess with me didn't I! I told you I would make your life a living hell, and I have. This, tonight, losing the tag team title belts is only a small part of what I am going to do to mess your head up. You see, making someone go clinically insane is a long term deal, I should know!
TB: By this time, Tristan had gone running up the ramp and had ALMOST reached him, when Maxem and Dylan Wolfe came out from behind the curtain and blocked the way.
Jackson: Now what are you going to do Tristan? There's nobody that can help you now!
Breeze: Actually there is!
Tristan: What?
And Breeze, from behing Tristan, grabs him and suplexes him on the steel rampway. The four men then lay into Tristan's writhing body. Dylan, Maxem, Breeze and Jackson all competing for kicks it seemed. Back in the ring, Syren looks on in horror at what is happening. She looks over at Fudge. Fudge returns her look. Neither knowing how to read the other.
Syren: Fudge! Help him!
Fudge: I.... I....
Fudge looks down at the tag team belt in his hand which formerly belonged to Syren. He looks back at her, not knowing what to do. Syren gave Fudge a look of disgust and ran up the ramp to help Tristan, but before long, she too was being given the boots by the Jackson and his gang too.
TB: Somebody has GOT to stop this, this has just gotten totally out of hand.
Suddenly Draven Masters and Judge come running out the two of them go straight for Breeze, Maxem and Jackson, evening the odds just a little bit. Eventually the two sides part and all that is left is a bloody heap where Tristan Wolfe and Syren are lying.
KK: Jesus Trent, look at the state of them.
The medical crew run down and load the two up onto stretchers and then into an ambulance where they are taken to a local hospital.
TB: That David Jackson needs to be stopped, whatever the cost. Syren and Tristan, they could.... they could be DEAD!
TB: Right you are, and what a match we have up next, the HWA World Champion Blue Thunder pairing up with Draven Masters to go against eXiled, and the latest return to the HWA, Ryan Maxem.
KK: What an impact Ryan Maxem had last week, and what an impact I'm sure this match will have tonight, in just a few minutes.
TB: Well, as we can see our first team is already inside the squared-circle here tonight, eXiled and Ryan Maxem are circling the ring in anticipation for their enemies. They look ready and aggressive.
"Room To Breathe" by Project Wyze hits the PA and the crowd respond. They know who this is. Draven Masters emerges at the top of the ramp and stands, cracking his knuckles and smirking. He makes his way down the ramp and into the ring.
KK: Look at this guy, he's cockier than anyone I've ever seen before.
TB: Even you?
KK: Oh, very funny. But look at him.
TB: I am, I see a good solid, hard working competitor. He's fought for everything he has.
KK: Yeah, yeah, whatever...
The lights go out and darkness consumes the arena for a few seconds before "Fear" by Disturbed hits.
TB: Well, I think we all know who this is. Our Champion, Blue Thunder.
Thunder emerges from backstage, the championship belt wrapped around his waist, and casually walks down the ramp before slowly sliding into the ring.
KK: Thunder looks abnormally calm tonight. Especially since he lost to Fudge last week, and Thunder rarely loses.
TB: I'm not so sure it was as much of a loss as we think, Thunder made no effort to kick out and although he did get the tar kicked out of him afterwards, it seemed like Thunder almost wanted to give Fudge a chance to be closer to the title.
KK: You and your conspiracy theories.
TB: Well, whatever it was it doesn't seem to have effected Thunder, and while we're on the subject of last week, eXiled missed out on a match with Morgoth and got bumped into a main event the following week. How lucky is that?
KK: It's not luck, clearly someone saw some raw talent in the guy.
TB: Well, referee Wallace Cunningham is checking all the competitors and the bell is rung. We're away.
Draven steps onto the apron, as does eXiled, leaving Blue Thunder and Ryan Maxem in the ring. They circle each other menacingly. Ryan lunges and they grapple, Ryan knees Thunder in the gut and DDTs the big man. He falls hard but is up again quickly, but Ryan is waiting with a hard punch to the temple. Thunder responds with an elbow to Ryan's stomach, which winds Ryan. Thunder stands, tall and intimidating over Ryan. He grabs Ryan by the throat and lifts.
TB: He's going for the Thunder Storm!
KK: This soon into the match?!
Thunder lifts Ryan high, but drops him when eXiled delivers a knee to the back of Thunder and runs back to the apron quickly.
KK: Ow, that's gotta hurt.
TB: Wow, Ryan looks pissed now.
Ryan sends Thunder reeling with a chop to the chest, followed by another hard punch to the head. Thunder falls to his knees, and Ryan gets him in a headlock. Ryan repeatedly punches Thunder's face, before Thunder gets the strength to resist. Thunder stands up, lifting Ryan and reversing the headlock into a backdrop.
TB: Wow, what a move by Thunder. That's a new one.
Thunder kicks Ryan one more time before moving to his corner and tagging in Draven Masters. Draven quickly moves from the apron to where Ryan lays and stomps him. Thunder stands Ryan up and shoves him right into a leg sweep by Draven. Ryan hits the ground hard.
TB: Nice teamwork between Thunder and Draven. I wouldn't've thought these two would get along.
KK: Shows your trust in people.
Referee Wallace Cunningham is forcing Thunder to leave the ring, and Thunder moves to the apron. In the opposite corner, eXiled reaches for Ryan unsuccessfully. He can't wait to get inside the ring. Draven picks Ryan up yet again but is met with a punch to the gut. Ryan sets Draven up for a suplex, raises him and drops him hard. Ryan moves to stand over Draven, he sits on him and begins a series of grueling punches to Draven's face.
TB: How is this still legal?! This is brutal!
Ryan picks Draven up, Irish Whip, and Draven reverses by coming off the ropes and hitting Ryan full-on with a clothesline. Ryan hits the mat, but Draven wastes no time in picking him up and bodyslamming him back down. He stomps Ryan's face for good measure. Draven goes to the ropes, rebounds and falls right on Ryan with an elbow drop.
TB: Incredible tenacity from Draven tonight. He's on fire.
KK: Sadly, I'm gonna have to agree with you on that one. The kid's pumped up.
eXiled runs in and grapples with Draven, he manages a couple of knees to the gut and a punch to the jaw before Wallace Cunningham gets him away and back onto the apron, but the damage has been done, Draven kneels, clutching his abdomen. Ryan takes this oppertunity, he stands and although looking weathered, he runs at Draven and delivers a jumping knee to the face.
KK: The Shining Wizard! I haven't seen that move in years!
Ryan raises his arm, victorious, and tags in eXiled. Ryan moves onto the apron, as eXiled leaps into the ring and pounces on Draven, connecting with a flury of punches and stomps. He picks Draven up and whips him into the ropes, as he come back, eXiled hits a roundhouse kick to Draven's head, sending Draven flying.
TB: My God! That looked lethal! Is Draven okay?!
eXiled grabs Draven by the head and raises him up, connects with a knee to the gut and DDTs Draven back down.
TB: eXiled sure isn't wasting any time tonight!
KK: He's fired up from not having a match last week. I bet he has some built up energy.
eXiled runs against the ropes, returns and frog splashes onto Draven.
TB: Here's the first cover....
1......2.......No, Draven kicks out with authority. He jumps to his feet and the two meet eye-to-eye. They grapple, but this time Draven comes out on top and suplexes eXiled. Draven jumps to his feet again, as does eXiled and once again the two are on the same level. Draven connects with a huge fist to the jaw of eXiled, followed-up by a knee to the jaw and a headlock. Draven masterfully turns the headlock into a bulldog and slams eXiled's face into the mat.
TB: Now, THAT was a nice move!
KK: I've seen better.
TB: Sure you have, Keith.
Draven enthusiastically moves to his corner and tags in Blue Thunder, and the two close in on eXiled, pairing up to deliver a massive double DDT.
TB: Once again, I'm impressed by the teamwork here, surely it can't last...can it?
KK: We'll just have to wait and see. I'm sure it'll rupture before Draven demands his shot at the title. Or at least before he GETS his shot.
Draven moves back to the apron, as Blue Thunder continues his assault of kicks to eXiled's stomach. Thunder raises him up, off the mat, and grabs eXiled by the throat. He raises him.
TB: He's trying the Thunder Storm again! Will he get it this time?!
Thunder slowly turns while holding eXiled high above his head to address every corner of the crowd. With his back turned, he doesn't see Ryan step inside the ring and sneak up on him. But Ryan's plan is derailed by Draven running in and clotheslining Ryan down before he could stop Thunder.
TB: Amazing! He's gonna get it!
With more force than ever seen before, Thunder slams eXiled's now fairly limp body into the mat.
KK: My God! I'm suprised that didn't leave a dent in the ring!
TB: It's been much too long since I've seen the Thunder Storm. I'd forgotten how amazing it was.
Thunder covers eXiled for the pin. 1....2......NO! Ryan, seemingly with the last surge of energy he had, pushed Draven down and broke up the pin. All 4 men are in the ring now, and it's becoming chaos.
TB: It's pandemonium here! And the crowd are loving it!
Wallace Cunningham breaks up Draven and Ryan, who are fighting viciously, and forces each of them to retreat to their corners. They do. Thunder and eXiled are back, alone in the ring, but eXiled has yet to get up from the Thunder Storm. Thunder stumbles to his feet. He raises eXiled up and pushes him over to a turnbuckle.
TB: Oh my god. He's not going to....no, he can't...
KK: I think he is.
He moves eXiled onto the top of the turnbuckle and steps over the ropes, onto the apron. Thunder reaches up to grab eXiled's throat.
TB: He's Going For the Top-Rope Chokeslam! With the state eXiled is in now, it'll KILL him!
Thunder prepares himself. His grip tightens and eXiled's eyes are glazed. This is it.
TB: Wait! It's Sett! Sett from ringside pulls Thunder's legs and the big man topples down onto the mat! Whats this all about?!
KK: Well obviously Sett is protecting his investment for the PPV.
TB: But he can't and SHOULDN'T be doing that to the world champion.
KK: Perhaps Sett's loyalties are to himself and his potential Vice Presidency.
But now Sett has been flattened by Draven Masters who had leapt over the security rail and clotheslined Sett down in one almost seamless move.
TB: Draven is STILL after Sett and eXiled....
Meanwhile outside the ring, Maxem is working on Blue Thunder. Blue Thunder is busted wide open by now, and Maxem sends Thunder head-first into the ring post several times, before Thunder goes down in a heap. Maxem, also cut open rests against the crowd barrier for a few moments.
KK: It's Draven Masters and eXiled back in the ring, eXiled against the ropes, and Draven Irish whips him to the other side. eXiled bounces off the rope and into - the - OH SHIT!
TB: Masters has eXiled in the arm-breaker Choke slam! He LAUNCHES eXiled into the air, and eXiled comes crashing down, right onto his arm! HAS HE BROKEN HIS ARM?!?!? Draven Masters attempts the pin, 1.... 2... 3.... It's over. Maxem couldn't get back intoo the ring to break it up in time.
KK: I hope this isn't a forecast of what we are to see in the VP's match next week!
TB: Why not? I'd love to see Judge stay on in power. Or Sett for that matter. Either way, we'll get a great match! And what a Pay Per View it is shaping up to be! Some HUGE matches! What about Tristan + Syren v Maxem + Dylan Wolfe!? KK: Or Dan Sawyer v Dan Randolph! Not forgetting the TRIPLE CAGE, TRIPLE THREAT WORLD TITLE MATCH!!!!
TB: MY God it's going to be SOME event! Wait, there's something happening in the ring...
Blue Thunder and Draven Masters are standing in the ring staring at each other. Then the lights go out. The lights go back on and the two are brawling. Then the man in the blue hoodie comes running threw the crowd with a steel chair. Blue Thunder hits a big boot on on Masters and The Man gets in the ring and hits Thunder in the back and then in his stomach and then he gets cracked over the skull droping the chair. Masters gest back up and the man hits him as well. He then takes the knocked out Thunder and lays him on Masters. He then goes to the top and hits a high hard frog splash! The man gets up and takes off his hood. The man Kevin Conner. With a big smile. He gets a microphone.
Conner: "That's right, all you bitches in Phily should know that tthey are going to watch 3 of the most terribles wrestlers in our history battle for the most important prize in the HWA and to me! The World Title. But don't worry it wont last for long, cause I did not get my rematch that I am entitled to! So after the PPV Breeze, Masters, Thunder, one of you will be facing me. Cause I am next in line and I will become the HWA World Heavyweight Champion!" See I've got this piece of paper here, signed by Grimjack to say after I lost the World title I would get my rematch. So you guys here, right now? You're on borrowed time. See you at Breakdown, girls!
The Show fades......