Scene opens up inside the loud Rose Garden in Portland Oregon where there are many fans ready for Sunday Night Survival. There are signs saying such things as “Tristan sold out”, “Kamkiaze = HWA” and “Dan Sawyer raped my dad”. Keith Kincaid and Trent Brown are seen at ringside.
TB: Welcome folks now I can’t wait to get started tonight!
KK: Too bad our first match between Corey Farmer, Brooklyn and Xavier Lawless is cancelled because they were all afraid to show up!
TB: Well who cares about them anyway let’s see our other match first—
The HWATron comes to life with an image of Tristan Wolfe walking down the hallway, a bundle of roses in hand. The crowd cheers loudly for the popular fan favorite as he continues down the hallway until he comes to a locker room reserved for the HWA World Champion, who just so happens to be Tristan's girlfriend. Turning the handle, Tristan walks into the locker room as his smile fades upon seeing the masked man lounging comfortably in his couch. Tristan glares at the masked man as he walks into the room, letting the door shut behind him. Tristan glances around, looking for Syren, but not finding her, his ears instead hearing that of running water, indicating that she was taking a pre-match shower. Tristan's eyes, once again, fall upon the masked man as the Irishman does his best to keep his hot temper under wraps.
Tristan Wolfe: What the hell do ye want!?
The masked man is sitting with a grin straight accross his face as he checks out the surroundings, impressed by what he sees.
Masked Man: Wow. You really have it good here dont you, Tristan? Nice comfortable seats. Walls filled with achievements. An incredibly hot, steamy.... mmmm... Where was I?
The fans can be heard booing for the masked man, as Tristans rage continues to grow while he gazes a hole straight through the masked man.
Tristan Wolfe: Listen ye son-of-a-bitch, ah dun't know who the hell ye are and, frankly, ah dun't give a damn. If ye ever touch Syren again, ah'll... wait, scratch that, if ye dun't leave the locker room this instant, ah'm goin' to kick yer arse right here, right now!
The masked man stays seated, the same cocky grin never leaving his face.
Masked Man: Well, Tris. You dont mind if I call you Tris do you? Good. Tris, im not leaving just yet but feel free to try kicking my ass.. we'll see where it gets you.
The masked man raches in to the fruit bowl by the side of the sofa, grabbing a grape and eating it.
Masked Man: You want one?
Tristan stares over at the fruit bowl as if contemplating accepting his offer. Instead, however, Tristan grabs the bowl and throws it against the wall, fruit and glass shards scattering every-which way.
Tristan Wolfe: Get up you son-of-a-bitch!
Masked Man: Woah. No need to get hasty here..
The man calmly gets to his feet and turns his head looking in the direction that the sound of water is coming from, he then looks back over to Tristan.
Masked Man: Where were we?
Tristan Wolfe: Ah believe ye were just leavin'.
The man laughs and then walks towards the cabinet to the left of the room, he looks down at Syrens' World Championship. Grabbing the title the man steams it up and then wipes it over with the sleeve of his jacket.
Masked Man: Love the bling bling, buddy. We know who wears the pants in this relationship.. or should I say Pant-ies...
The man laughs and then walks towards Tristan, those beeming red eyes staring right in to Tristans'. Tristan jokingly laughs along before he snatches the World Title out of the man's hands. Tristan tosses the championship and bundle of roses onto the couch as he gets right in the man's masked face.
Tristan Wolfe: Ye seem to talk a pretty big game but yer not foolin' anyone, especially not me. Ye see, yer nothin' more than a coward, just like Kamikaze. Except yer worse, ye hide yer face behind a mask. Or, perhaps, yer just so fuckin' ugly that ye need that mask just to go out in public, is that it? Well, no matter, yer still nothin' special laddie. Now ah really dun't want to have to waste my energy on kickin' yer arse because, quite frankly, ah'm savin' that for Kami. But dun't fuckin' push me mister. This is yer damn last chance to walk out of here on yer own two feet. What do ye say freak?
The masked man steps right in to Tristans face. Just as we think its going to explode, the masked man steps to the side and slips his hand twice on Tristans shoulder.
Masked Man: Make sure you tell Syren I said "Hi"...
The man laughs and then walks around Tristan, opening the door. Tristans face is twisted with intense anger. Tristan turns and looks after the masked man as he walks towards the door. It seems like his anger overwhelms him as he begins to step towards the man when a voice startles him.
Syren: Tristan? I thought I heard some sort of noise.
Tristan turns to see Syren standing in nothing but a towel. He looks over at Syren before turning back to check on the status of the masked man. The door closes as Tristan is left standing there, his rage bubbling over inside of him.
Syren: Tristan, is everything alright?
Tristan keeps his back to Syren as his eyes stay fixed on the door, as if awaiting for the Masked Man to come back in at any second.
Tristan Wolfe: Yeah, everytin's fine.
Scene goes back to ringside.
TB: Well this should be an interesting match.
KK: The return of a HWA superstar and the match debut of soon to be Retirement Center…Warren G!
TB: First off Trent, it is The Legacy Department and he has been turned down by The Legacy Department. Stop using Kamikaze's catch phrases.
KK: Well they are just so catchy, that I sometimes cannot help myself.
Warren G's theme music hits as the fans mistaken him for the rapper, as he comes out the fans boo because he isn't the famous Warren G. Warren G walks down the ramp as he ignores the boos and slides in the ring awaiting Jason Craven.
KK: Wow seems like the fans really have it against Warren G.
TB: Well next is the long awaited…Jason Craven!
The titon tron shows Jason Craven's locker room. As Warren G starts looking at the titon tron. All of a sudden Craven's music hits as fans roar in excitement. His music is still playing and no Jason Craven.
KK: Where is Jason Craven?
TB: Yeah ask me Keith, like I got all the answers.
All of a sudden someone pops up from the audience and slides in the ring. The man takes off his hat, as it seems to be Jason Craven! Fans are peachy in excitement.
KK: Wow I don't even think that Warren even knows who is behind him.
TB: Well, we shall find out shall we?
Jason takes throws his cap, as he starts scaling Warren. Warren is still looking at the titon tron as he turns around and gets a vicious clothesline by Jason. Jason gets a huge pop as he picks up Warren from the mat as he Irish whips him into the ropes and rushes to him with a shoulder block.
KK: So far Jason is dominating this rookie Warren G.
TB: Jason doesn't even have any ring rust…where has he been all this time?
Jason is hyped up as he runs to the ropes and delivers a huge elbow drop straight to Warren G's forehead. Warren rolls out of the ring as Craven stares him down.
KK: Ha ha…Warren's giving up already?
TB: I just think he is getting a quick breath, Jason looks great tonight.
The referee starts to give the ring out count. 1….2……3……4. Jason goes outside the ring and nails Warren in the back of the head as Warren loses balance. Jason continues on nailing right and left hands to Warren as Warren seems to be feeling the side effects of the punches. Jason gets in the ring and gets out to restart the count as Warren nails a right punch to Jason as Jason blocks the punch and nails one of his own. Jason Irish whips Warren into the steel steps as Warren flips.
KK: Woah sounded like a train wreck.
TB: You're telling me…
KK: I don't think he'll ever feel the same after that attack.
TB: That is surely going to leave a mark inside of him.
Jason gets Warren inside of the ring as Jason gets on the apron. Warren starts to shake the cobwebs out of his head as Jason gets on the ropes and nails a missile dropkick as Warren puts the ref in the way. Jason looks at the ref and tries to wake him up as Warren nails a low blow to Jason. Warren than spits in Jason's face as he nails a DDT toward Jason. Warren pins Jason as the referee starts to recover. The ref makes the count… 1…2… Jason kicks out! The fans are relieved with cheers.
TB: Thank God, Warren did not win like that.
KK: I think that just upset Jason more.
Warren starts talking trash as he is picking up Jason. Warren picks up Jason as he Irish whips him to the ropes and goes for a clothesline. Jason ducks and gives him a clothesline of his own. Jason smiles as he lifts Warren up by his neck. Jason looks at Warren as he throws him to the turnbuckle and runs toward him as he delivers a huge body splash. Jason pushes Warren back to the turnbuckle as he starts punching him, left and right.
KK: Warren seems to be in La La Land.
TB: Jason could end it any minute.
Jason gets Warren out of the turnbuckle area. Jason kicks Warren in the stomach, as Jason lifts Warren up and nails a Jack-Knife Powerbomb as Warren is knocked out cold. Jason pins Warren 1….2… Jason gets off Warren!
KK: Seems like Jason wants to prove a point.
TB: I think he is already proving a point.
Jason gets Warren up again. Jason kicks Warren in the stomach, as he lifts Warren up and slams Warren on the mat for another Jack-Knife. This time it seemed more effective than the first. Jason picks up Warren as he Irish whips him to the ropes and gets Warren in a sleeper. Warren taps out as Jason is declared the winner. Jason does not let go of the sleeper as he picks Warren up by his hair and picks him up over him as he throws him out of the ring. Jason gets out of the ring as he starts stomping on Warren. Refs and officials start running out to stop the fight. Jason jumps the barricade as he starts walking up the steps.
KK: What an ass beating, it's great to have Craven back! Trent…Craven is back!
TB: Well let's go onto our next match….
KK: And it’s quite a match. It will be Syren vs. Breeze, now that is the world champ versus the number one contender folks!
TB: Yeah matches don’t get bigger than that unless if they are for the belt, this is not as Syren just succesfully defended it against her rival Maxem but this is a precurser to the match next week which will be for the belt, and the winner of this decides stips!
"Paranoid" by Black Sabbath hits and out walks Breeze looking as determined as ever.
TB: My god look at his eyes . . . the one thing he wants, the world title, is just within his grasp.
KK: Yeah this isn’t for the belt but he knows being able to say the stips for the match is huge, not to mention it’s in his advantage to learn the champions style as he has never faced Syren one on one before. I predict Breeze wins both of these matches and goes on to a long reign as champ, Syren is great but Breeze is just a beast.
Breeze is in the ring and is getting loud cheers and also loud boos not so much that he is hated but Syren is loved. Then "Numb" by Linkin Park hits and Syren is walking out holding the title belt and the cheers are deafening.
TB: I think you’re nuts Keith Syren has basically defeated all comers since becoming champion, I really don’t know how she does it, she is severely out weighed in every match, not to mention she is a girl, not trying to be sexist but come on. It really is amazing. The only answer is she has heart and that can not be discounted no matter how talented Breeze is.
KK: Well we will see Breeze defeated her boyfriend Tristan Wolfe last week so we will see if she can get revenger or if Breeze can round out the couple.
Syren and Breeze are both in the ring and both look focused as the fans cheer them. The bell rings and they circle at first. Then Breeze goes in for a lockup knowing he is stronger but Syren is too fast and suddenly is behind him and she jumps up going for a sidekick to the head but Breeze blocks it, grabs her and hits snap suplex. Syren is back up quick and Breeze rushes her with a clothesline, she rolls away from it and gets up going for a quick dropkick to the knee but Breeze jumps over it. He grabs her up by the waist going for a quick German Suplex but she rolls with it landing on her feet. Breeze rushes going for a flying knee but she sidesteps and he falls into the ropes. Syren tries to attack from behind but Breeze hits a stray elbow to her face knocking her down and she slides out of the ring to recover.
TB: What a start to the match lot of reversals, but it looks like Breeze got the first good offense in.
Syren is outside the ring holding her face as she has been given a bloody lip. Breeze meanwhile wastes no time running and then jumping off the ropes and he hits a flying forearm smash on her outside the ring. The fans are chanting oh shit. Breeze pulls her up and whips her into the ring steps but she is able to try and jump over them but she still hits her knee on them.
TB: Ow look Syren is holding her knee in pain, that was an awkward collision.
KK: Yeah would have been better to hit it flush. She’s a kid and is showing she’s still inexperienced.
Breeze runs over and immediately grabs her by the leg and slams the leg into the steel ringpost and she is in pain. Breeze pulls her up and she is hurting and limping. He goes to slide her back into the ring but Syren stops it and rams Breeze’s head into the apron. He falls back dazed and is leaning on the steel railing, fans are patting him on the back and encouraging him. Syren is leaning against the apron opposite him as her leg hurts. Breeze is recovered and pushes off and goes for a hard clothesline on her but Syren puts her knee out and it goes right into Breeze’s groin area and the referee doesn’t notice at all. Breeze falls to the ground hurt.
KK: What! I have noticed that Syren goes for low blows in everyone one of her matches. What a cheater.
TB: She’s sneaky . . . she may bend the rules from time to time but tell me who in the HWA is a boy scout?
KK: I am.
TB: Girl scout maybe.
Cunningham the ref has been counting and it’s almost at ten so Syren grabs Breeze and tosses him into the ring with all her might. Suddenly though “Circles” by Incubus hits and Ryan Maxem is walking towards the ring to loud boos.
TB: What is this garbage? She beat him last week, Ryan you actually had three chances! And you couldn’t beat her so give it up and let Breeze have his chance!
Syren looks and is discouraged to see him walking towards the ring but she remembers and slides into the ring in time. Breeze is getting up still hurt by the low blow but Syren grans him and hits a jawbreaker out of nowhere and he falls down. Breeze is dazed and Syren sees her chance, she gets on the turnbuckle to possibly go for the Breakdown. The fans are going nuts as Breeze is not moving but then Maxem is there and he is on the apron and reaching up to stop Syren.
TB: This is bullshit!
Cunningham is getting in the way telling Maxem to get out of here but Syren is distracted. Breeze kips up to his feet and assesses the situation. He runs over and goes up the turnbuckle grabbing Syren and hooking both arms before she can react and he hits a massive Game Over off the turnbuckle.
KK: Good god!!!
Breeze covers Syren 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
TB: Well Breeze wins and gets to pick his stips, but not without a little help!
KK: Hey Syren cheated with the low blow so it cancels out.
Breeze is standing up and looking pleased with his win but he sees Maxem walking backward up the ramp and Maxem is nodding his head at him, Breeze just stares back intently.
KK: Why did Maxem help Syren? Maybe he wants Breeze to become champ but I don’t see why, Breeze is allies with Tristan who is in the LD, who are against the Militia . . . oh it’s all so confusing.
TB: You think too much, obviously Maxem is pissed he lost to Syren, he doesn’t even care about Breeze. Well what a match that was, but up next is our Main Event. It will be Tristan Wolfe vs. Kamikaze. Earlier today, our very own Erin Wallace had a chance to sit down with Tristan and get his thoughts on this match-up.
The HWATron flickers to life as we see an image of Erin Wallace and Tristan Wolfe sitting in, what looks to be, a backstage studio. Upon seeing Tristan, the fights light up with a huge response of cheers, despite the fact that they know its a taped segment and there is no possible way for him to respond. None-the-less, the fans are happy to see the Irish hearthrob as he comfortably sits in the chair next to Erin.
Erin Wallace: Tristan, first-off, I just want to thank you for sitting down with me and doing this interview. I know, with everything going on in your life right now, this has got to be a very hectic time with you. Let me just start off with what happened last week on Sunday Night Survival. Now only did you come up short in the #1 Contendership Match, you were then ambushed backstage by the Militia's Kamikaze. What are your thoughts on the match and, in a sense, the aftermath?
Tristan Wolfe: First off, ah have no excuses for last Sunday. Breeze beat me fair and square and major props to the lad for doin' so. But ah have to be honest with ye Erin, it doesn't even fuckin' bother me that Breeze beat me one... two... three! What bothers me is some punk-kid who thinks that he can make a name for himself here in the HWA by challengin' yours-truly to a match. But, in true Militia fashion, does so by ambushin' me backstage after a hard fought match. Well he wanted a fight, ah guess he's goin' to get one now, ain't he?
Erin Wallace: I must admit Tristan, I was just as apalled by Kamikaze's attack as you were. But because you are LD and he is Militia, some say that a confrontation was inevitable.
Tristan Wolfe: First off, the thing the lad needs to undestand is that ah never sold out to anybody. Sure, I'm a member of Legacy Department, but only by title. Ye don't see me hangin' out with those fuckers ever now, do ye? It's not like ah sit backstage with them, holdin' hands and smokin' Grimjack's "special stuff." If ah lost the respect of the fans because of my affiliation with the LD, then so be it. Ah still stick to mah belief that the HWA would be much better off with the LD in charge then the Militia. Maybe my judgement is clouded, maybe mah hate for Ryan Maxem is distorting fact from fiction. Just maybe, in some twisted reality, the Militia is better for the HWA, ah still wouldn't be caught dead alligning mahself with the likes of Ryan Maxem. As far as ah'm concerned, Maxem will pay for everythin' he's put Syren and mahself through, and that's a promise. As for Kamikaze, a confrontation was inevitable the moment he decided to cheap shot me backstage.
Erin Wallace: So are you saying that you want nothing to do with this whole Stable war between the Legacy Department and Militia?
Tristan Wolfe: Fuck 'em, ah could care less what the outcome is. Let the two factions destroy each other for all ah care. All ah care about is getting mah hands on Ryan Maxem.
Erin Wallace: Well before you can meet Maxem, you must meet his stablemate, Kamikaze.
Tristan Wolfe: First off Erin, Kamikaze's nothin' more then a punk kid. Ah can understand him wantin' to make a name for himself here in the HWA but the only name he's goin' to earn by attacking people backstage is "Coward." But, then again, that's exactly down the Militia's alley now, ain't it? Do they, somehow, believe that the fans want to see three men beat down on a helpless women? And another thin', ah love how Kamikaze has the nerve to call me a "Sell-Out" when the fans love me more-so then they'll ever love him.
Erin Wallace: Well you are one of the most popular HWA superstars today, however, as we all know, popularity doesn't win matches. If you knew that Kamikaze was watching this right now, what would you say to him?
Tristan smirked at this comment as he turned away from his interviewer and stared straight into the camera.
Tristan Wolfe: Kamikaze, ye think yer "Suicidal?" Well ye got that fuckin' right man, 'cause only a man with a death wish would challenge me in mah current condition. Ye can go ahead and impress me with all yer wrestling accolades because ah dun't give a damn! Ah'll admit to ye straight up Kami, ah'm not even a fuckin' wrestler. Ah'm a fighter. The only thin' ah need inside that ring is these babies...
Tristan holds up his two clenched fists as he glares into the camera.
Tristan Wolfe: ... so tonight, ah want ye to bring yer little arse down to that ring and ye might as well bring yer little steel chair and yer bitches too 'cause yer gonna need 'em laddie. Tonight Kamikaze, yer luck just ran out... and yer arse is mine!
Tristan begins to get up from the chair but then stops and seems to think about the comment a second. Smiling, Tristan sits back down into the chair and stairs into the camera once more.
Tristan Wolfe: Just to clarify that lad, ah meant that strictly in the non-sexual way so ye can stop gettin' yerself all excited. 'Cause as all the ladies know, Tristan Wolfe dun't go in for that sort of thing!
A loud cheer from the woman in the crowd is heard as Tristan gets serious once more.
Tristan Wolfe: But hey lad, seriously, what ye and Maxem and Dylan do in yer spare time is none of mah concern. Fuck man, quite frankly... ah dun't even think anybody wants to know what the hell ye three do in yer spare time. Ah think ye guys took that whole "ah got yer back" thing a little too seriously.
Tristan shivers from the thought as laughs are heard in the crowd.
Tristan Wolfe: But being serious now, ye bit off more then ye can chew laddie. And tonight, in that ring, this Wolfe is biting back.
The HWATron fades out with an intense glimpse at Tristan's eyes.
*COMMERCIAL BREAK*
TB: Well it’s time for our main event . . .
Suddenly “Cicatriz ESP” hits and out walks Grimjack holding a beer and a mic. The fans start booing and chanting asshole.
TB: What does he want? Why is he still in the HWA anyway?
Grimjack takes his sweet time getting to the ring and is there but still waiting and encouraging the fans to keep booing him and is mocking them. Finally it dies down.
Grimjack: I have a very special announcement to make. HWA hasn’t had a pay per view in a while. I get to announce one because Mental Mark can’t figure out how. In two weeks will be Infinity Minus One! Yeah that’s right the pay per view I created last year!
TB: That name never made sense to me.
Grimjack: Breeze will take on Syren for the World title and the winner tonight will decide the stips for it. Now as of recently there was a feud between the LD and the Militia. Well that feud is over. Obviously the Militia is in disarray and no longer exists, unless you count Kamikaze as a stable! Ha ha ha.
Loud booing and Maxem chants.
Grimjack: So the LD is victorious as usual. Actually it happens so much that it has become boring. We really are too powerful.
TB: Too powerful? Then where are the rest of his teammates?
Grimjack: In the interest of giving the rest of the HWA a chance I am going to whittle the LD down a little. Yeah we’re getting rid of some members. Has to be done. Yes so I’m kicking out Brooklyn, Chase and Conner.
KK: What that means it’s just him and Tristan! And Tristan doesn’t even want to be in the LD!
The fans are cheering at this wanting the LD to be weak.
Grimjack: Those three have become weak and therefore are no longer LD material.
Suddenly Blaze ya Dead Homie hits and out comes walking Mental Mark wearing a fine suit and looking dandy. He has a mic and gets in the ring as the fans cheer loudly.
M2: Grimjack I applaud you for realizing your LD was weak. It really did have to go.
Grimjack: Now wait just a –
M2: But it was unnecessary. Because from here on out I am making a new HWA law! Stables are outlawed! The LD and the Militia are disbanded!
KK: What he can’t do that!
Grimjack: What in the—
M2: I have full authority from Neil to do this. So learn to deal!
The fans are loving it when suddenly “Circles” hits and out comes walking Maxem and Kamikaze and chants of “MILITIA” are heard.
Maxem: Now just wait a second Mark you can make all the damn laws you want but it won’t stop me and Kamikaze from kicking ass together.
M2: No you can’t fight together anymore if you refuse you will be fired. In fact I am making a match for next week to ensure this. It will be Maxem vs. Kamikaze!
Boos at this and Maxem and Kamikaze are furious. Grimjack is laughing about it.
M2: Keep laughing Grimjack but I’d say the LD is disbanded already, Tristan said he only joined to keep the Militia from getting powerful well I just ended them so let’s see how long he stays allied with you!
Grimjack is pissed and he rushes Mark and clotheslines him down. The fans are booing as Grimjack stomps on Mark but Kamikaze and Maxem double clothesline Grimjack out of the ring and the fans love it. Then suddenly "The Enemy" by Sevendust hits and the fans go nuts as Tristan Wolfe comes walking out.
TB: Well I guess it’s time to start this match!
Tristan slides into the ring and Cunningham is there and making everyone but Kamikaze and Tristan leave the ring. The bell rings and they immediately lock up as the fans are going nuts. Tristan irish whips Kamikaze and hits a clothesline as he comes back.
KK: Well Kamikaze wanted a big match well he got it let’s see how he deals with it.
Kamikaze gets back up and Tristan is yelling at him to bring it. Kamikaze rushes him and Tristan goes for a hip toss but Kamikaze somehow lands on his feet. Kamikaze kicks Tristan in the gut and hits a massive spinning DDT. Meanwhile Grimjack gets on the ring apron and is yelling at Kamikaze. But Maxem runs over real quick and pulls Grimjack off the apron and chokeslams him on the hard floor as the fans love it.
TB: Maxem laying down the law.
Back in the ring Tristan is slowly getting to his feet and Kamikaze has mounted the turnbuckle. Kamikaze jumps off going for a flying clothesline but Tristan jumps up and hits a drop kick right to the face devastating Kamikaze and the fans are chanting on shit.
TB: What a counter move!
Kamikaze is down hurt and Tristan slowly gets up as it has taken a lot out of him. Tristan walks over to Kamikaze and starts pulling him to his feet. But Kamikaze starts battling back with punches to Tristan’s gut. They’re both standing and they are trading hard punches and the fans haven’t stopped going nuts once during the match.
KK: These guys both can taste it.
TB: Taste what?
KK: Your wife’s pussy.
Kamikaze goes to irish whip Tristan but Tristan reverses it and Kamikaze falls right into Cunningham the ref and the ref is out cold.
KK: Cheating!
The HWAtron comes on showing Jason Craven looking at a monitor which displays what's going on in the ring.
TB: Wait what’s this?
The camera begins to zoom in as Jason turns to face it. He has a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eye.
Jason: Oh, Kamikaze...
Kamikaze focuses on the HWAtron.
Jason: Yeah, up here jackass.
The crowd begins to boo Jason.
Jason: I've been paying attention to the HWA and one thing that got to me was you and your mouth. See you keep talking about how you beat me and you constantly attacked Caleb, that's when I realized that you have a complex. You like to feel like you're in control, like you're a dominant force who should be feared. Truth is, you're just a scared little boy trying to act tough. You picked on Caleb because he was a rookie and you knew you could take him apart in the ring. You constantly talked about how you beat me, because I wasn't here. Well - I'm here now and I'm coming after you. Kamikaze is a great name for you, because in talking about me you've commited suicide.
While Kamikaze is focused on Jason's ranting, Peter Octavian comes out form under the ring and slides a chair into the ring along with himself.
Jason: Do you have any idea who I am? Do you think because you beat me on one of my off nights that it makes you any good? That was nothing more than a fluke and it will not happen again.
Peter stands a distance behind Kamikaze with the chair, then rushes at him and smacks him in the back of the head with a devastating blow. Jason turns and goes back to the monitor to watch at Peter begins hitting Kamikaze with the chair over and over again. Maxem slides into the ring pissed and charges Peter but Peter slides out of the ring and escapes through the crowd. Maxem goes to leave the ring stepping over the top rope as he is tall enough to do this but Grimjack is there and he shakes the ropes up and down and Maxem crothes himself and falls out of the ring holding his groin.
TB: This match is falling apart.
KK: What do you mean.
TB: Kamikaze got hit with a chair!
The ref slowly is getting up. Tristan pulls Kamikaze to his feet and signals for the Celtic Cutter and hits it. He covers him 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
KK: What a match! Kamikaze showed some things but I guess he is still just a rook.
TB: What Peter Octavian ruined this there should be a rematch. Well I think its safe to say that Tristan got his point accross tonight...
KK: Yeah, but I dont think it ends here. I mean now you have The Militia and The LD, both are going to want to get the other back for tonights events, I dont see their feud ending for a while.
TB: I think thats pretty obvious, Keith.
Tristan is resting against the bottom turnbuckle as Kamikaze gets to his feet and starts walking towards Tristan. Tristan is in a lot of pain from the match, and seems to be defenseless. Kamikaze is just about to lay the boots to Tristan when, from the side of the ramp, runs the same masked man that we saw earlier in Tristan Wolfe's dressing room and also the man who has attacked Kamikaze and the Militia for two straight weeks.
KK: What the hell does this guy want?!
TB: I honestly don't know anymore!
The masked man slides in to the ring and straight through Kamikazes legs, spinning around. Kamikaze turns and gets greeted with a huge right hand and then gets whipped to the corner. The man follows him in and starts to hit lefts and rights, one after another, followed by some stiff kicks, taking Kamikaze down. The man drops to his knees and starts pounding away at Kamikaze.
TB: This is too confusing. First he pisses Tristan off, and now hes helping him?
KK: More like doing what hes done for the past two weeks...
Tristan shakes off the effects of the exhausting match as he pushes himself up to his feet. Staggering over to the corner, Tristan grabs the Masked Man by the collar and throws him down to the mat.
KK: Hey! What was that!? He just helped Tristan and that's how Tristan thanks him!?
TB: Well there is the small fact that he kissed Tristan's girl last Sunday, and you saw what happened earlier tonight between these two!
The Masked Man glares up at Tristan, his red eyes flaring, as Tristan stares straight back down at the Masked Man, yelling for him to get up to his feet.
KK: I think we learned earlier that this guy wont back down.
The Masked Man gets to his feet and stares Tristan dead in the eye taking a couple of steps away from Kamikazes beaten down body. As Tristan and the Masked Man bad mouth each other, Kamikaze starts to get to his feet, still dazed from the assault.
TB: Is he some sort of an idiot? Roll out of the ring, they're going to kick your ass!
As Kamikaze reaches his feet Tristan and the Masked Man both turn their head before nailing a perfectly timed double superkick, sending Kamikaze over the top rope!
TB: Oh my God, did you see that Keith!?
KK: See it, I FELT it!
The fans were going crazy at this as Tristan and the Masked Man slowly turned and faced each other, both appearing amazed that they had just mirrored each other perfectly and, thus, doing twice the damage to Kamikaze. But this seemed to spark up their heated conversation again as the two men continued spewing obsentities at each other while the fans started up a small "Holy Shit" chant at the sight of the Double Superkick shot. Finally, as if having had enough of the Masked Man's lip, Tristan lunged into the masked figure with a hard right hand which echoed throughout the entire arena. The sound of the impact brought the crowd to a shocked silence as the man's head hung to one side, while Tristan firmly stood his ground, awaiting for the retaliation.
TB: Oh man, this is an explosive situation here!
The Masked Man slowly turns his head back to Tristan and then lunges in with a hard right of his own!
KK: This is goin' to explode right here, right now!
Tristan stumbles with the force of the blow, but springs back with a right of his own. The Masked Man responds with a left, and then a right to the body of Tristan. Tristan deals a hard right to the body of the man and then a hard left to the body, following up with a european uppercut sending the man stumbling back into the ropes, as the fans begin to scream!
TB: Tristan's a fighter! Whats this guy thinking getting in to a brawl with him?!
Tristan then hits a stiff kick to the mans gut, keeling him over. The man, however, hits a left-right combo to the body of Tristan and then takes it upstairs with two rights and a left combo sending Tristan to the middle of the ring.
KK: He isnt doin' too badly, Trent.
The man follows Tristan to the center of the ring and nails another right to the face, staggering Tristan and sending him into the ropes. Tristan bounces off the ropes and spears the man to the mat, unloading with some rights before the man reverses the situation and nails some rights and lefts of his own.
TB: These men arent even fighting.. it is literally a brawl!
KK: Wheres my Beer hat?! Thats all I need to make this perfect!
As the fans continue screaming, Tristan pushes his feet in to the mans chest area, he then grabs the mans head and flips him over. The man gets to his feet as does Tristan and they both once again start a fist fight. The two men lunge at each other again as they both, at the same time, connect with a right hand! The impact is enough to make them both stagger backwards a bit but they both quickly shake off the effects as they lunge at each other again, connecting again at the same time!
TB: These two men are going to tear each other apart!
Tristan cuts the fist fight short as he goes downstairs to the Masked Man's gut with a brutal kick, doubling the man over. Tristan kneels down and lifts the Masked Man up onto his shoulders as he looks out at the crowd, who greet him with a rousing ovation.
TB: Could be a Death Valley Driver here!
Tristan pushes the man's feet up over him as he tries to drop him on his head but the man, somehow, uses his momentum to land on his feet, rather then his head!
KK: Whoa! How'd he do that!
TB: What tremendous agility!
Tristan pushes himself up off the mat and looks over at the Masked Man in shock as the man seems to smirk at him. This man shakes his head "no" and waves his finger at Tristan, indicating that he won't be able to take him down that way. Not impressed in the least, Tristan looks out at the crowd to see their reaction as they are booing the Masked Man. Tristan turns back towards the man and gives his own finger gesture as he lifts both his middle fingers up at him, flicking him off as the crowd nearly explode in cheers.
TB: I shudder to think what this is going to be reduced to!
KK: I'm not sure it can get much worse Trent!
In the first dign of anger that we see from the man he loses the grin and sprints straight at Tristan, who lowers his body and grabs the mans legs elevating him into the air with a back body drop. The man grabs his back in pain as Tristan turns and lifts the man to his feet. Tristan whips the man in towards the ropes and follows him in, but the man ducks as Tristan attempts to clothesline him.
KK: What the hell?! Its like he saw that coming...
TB: Well the HWATron is right in front of him.
Tristan turns around as the man burries a boot deep to the abdoman and then lands a vicious forearm shot to Tristans' back. Tristan drops to a knee, but nails a brutal kidney shot forcing the man back. Tristan gets to his feet and runs at the man, who raises his foot and tries for a spin kick.
TB: If Tristan wouldnt have ducked he would have just lost his head!
KK: This is great!
Tristan greets the man with a hard shot to the stamach as he turns around. Tristan then looks to nail the man with the Celtic Cutter, but the man quickly pushes Tristan away and drops down on to his back, rolling out of the ring!
TB: I didnt see that coming!
KK: Who'd have thought he would have been the one backing down?
The man holds his jaw and looks back at Tristan as he grins and points a finger. Tristan seems highly pissed off that he couldnt finish this thing, but satisfied that he at least got his hands on the man. As Tristan stands in the ring, the man walks straight to the top of the rampway.
TB: I guess its time to see what todays letter is, Big Bird.
KK: Huh?
The man takes his spray paint out and begins spraying the ramp, as usual we cannot see what the man is spraying. When the man finsihes he turns back and looks at Tristan. The two stare holes in each other as we see the pure hatred brewing inside both men.
TB: Oh I cant wait till this guy reveals himself, hes going to have hell to pay!
KK: And the cost of all the ramp cleaners we have had to pay!
The man and Tristan break their stare as the man grins and walks away. The camera pans away to see the letter 'L' sprayed on the ramp.
TB: Ok, so now we have 'H' and 'E' and now 'L'.
KK: I got nothing...
TB: We'll see.
Once the Masked Man is gone, Tristan looks out at the crowd with a smirk on his face as the crowd starts up a "Tristan" chant. He walks over to one of the turnbuckles and pulls himself up onto it as he holds his arms straight up in the air. Flashbulbs go off as Tristan begins calling to one of the stagehands at ringside for some beers.
TB: What an amazing night folks, but in two weeks time... on May 2nd, 2004... the HWA will be returning to Infinity Minus One! And the Main Event has already been signed! It will be the challenger, James Breeze, versus the HWA World Champion, Syren!
KK: Not to mention that, no matter who it is, we will have a new International Champion!
TB: Next week will be our last stop before HWA IMO so be sure to tune in to check out all your favorite HWA superstars before the huge May PPV. Because, as experience has taught me ladies and gentlemen, in the HWA... anything can happen!
The scene fades to black as Tristan celebrates a beer with the fans.