(( The show begins with Travis Best and I2K sitting at the Warzone desk in the HWC studios...))

Travis: Welcome fans to another installment of Warzone!!! As promised, finally, our guest this week is none other that I2K!!

I2K: Great to be here Travis.

Travis: Of course....it's YOUR pleasure!! Anyways, enough talking, let's get to our first match!!

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The camera cuts to the ring as 187 begins to attack Super Crazy. 187 connects with a snap suplex followed up by a elbow to the chest. 187 then picks up Super Crazy and lifts him into the air with another snap suplex and then goes for another elbow only to have Super Crazy roll out of the way. Crazy then rolls onto the apron, waiting for 187 to stand up. As 187 stands Crazy jumps onto the top rope and flys in the air with a missile drop kick. Crazy then lifts 187 and whips him into the ropes jumping into the air and connecting with a flying head scissors. Crazy then gets onto the top turnbuckle and jumps off with a Swanton Bomb for the 1...2...he kicks out. 187 then gets to his feet grabbing Crazy and picks him up into the Cradle Piledriver. Crazy fights back tough and reverses it into his own move, the Crazynator for the 1..2..3!!

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Travis: Super Crazy gets his first win here in the HWC in impressive style against 187, who seems like quite a specimen in the ring.

I2K: We have a lot of new talent here, and I'm hoping that some of them will last.

Travis: Agreed. With all of the established stars leaving, it's great to know that men like Jaguar, yourself, and Brett Bruiser can carry the torch.

I2K: We also got some great talent in the tag team ranks too.

Travis: Without a doubt, in fact let's hear some words from one of those teams now....roll the film!!!

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:::The snow falls down of the BloodLust Slayerz' Tavern. It covers the sidewalk and the back ally way. Inside Pallimon stands and looks out the window watching the snow. At the back table Beowulf looks up from his meal. Bits of chicken hang from his mouth. Grabing his drink and gutzling he grows tired of watching Pallimon. Turning his head he grabs a punk and slug him hard enough that he falls to the floor with a thud. With a slightly chuckle Beowulf rips off a leg and walks over to Pallimon. They both stand there watching the snow fall till in the distance they hear the jingle of bells. They look oddy at each other for a moment then looking around they try to find where the sound is coming from. At the end of the street Beowulf sees a man in red walking towards their Tavern, around this ankles are bells. Tapping Pallimon on the shoulder he piont to the fat man in red. Pallimon watches and wounders. As they stand and stare the fat man in red stops and walks into their tavern. Once threw the door he greets all that are there. All the punks and gang bangers stare in shock.:::

Fatman in red: Ho Ho Ho Merry Xmas!

::: Pallimon and Beowulf just look at one another for a moment unsure what to think of him. With out another word the two men nod to each other and rush over to the fat man. They both grab him and take him out side and do a double slam to him on the side walk. The two laugh as they step back inside. The camera does a close up on Santa laying hurt in on the side way.:::

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Travis: We are back, and it seems Santa's not gonna have a good year this year (laughs).

I2K: Season's beatings as you might say. (both men laugh)

Travis: We got another match coming up, as Pulse tries to pull out a win against the newest member of Cypress Lavey's Highlords.

I2K: This should be a good match. Kash told me a lot about Lavey, and although I hate the man, he is a hell of a manager!!

Travis: So true....so let's get to the action in the ring!!!

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The match starts as Pulse and Johnny Rave begin to circle each other around the ring. Johnny starts it off with a kick to the gut and then a neck breaker. Pulse gets to his feet and is meet with a closed fist to the face and then a front face DDT. Johnny then goes for a leg drop but Pulse rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. As Johnny is getting up Pulse runs into the ropes bouncing off and connecting with a drop kick to Johnny’s face. Pulse then picks him up and cradle ddt’s him for a quick one count. As they get to there feet they put there hands together going for a test of strength. Pulse, being seven inches taller, wins but is meet with a kick to the gut and gets drop toe holed. As Johnny looks to the crowd with a cocky look on his face Pulse gets up and spins Johnny around connecting with the Pulsation for the 1...2...3 count and the win. Lavey runs out to the ring however, and hits Pulse with some weird looking staff, as Rave joins in.

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Travis: What a match!!! Pulse with the big win, followed by Lavey hitting him with what looked like Skeletor's Staff!!

I2K: Pulse is someone to keep an eye on...

Travis: "By the power of Greyskull!!! I have the power!!!"

I2K: (laughing) Man, Kash told me you were a trip!!

Travis: How's the big man doing anyways??

I2K: He's doing great. He's resting well and is keeping a close eye on the happenings here. I'm just honored that he called me the next Kash Flagg.

Travis: Those are big words indeed. (gets handed a piece of paper) Oh god....we just got in this tape from what was described as a "extremely drunk old man in a pair of speedos"...that can only mean one thing..

I2K: Hulk Hogan wants to join the HWC?

Travis: No....another promo from the Von Hooch family...roll the film.

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Int-Large Training Center

We are inside of a large gymnasium. Free weights, machines, boxing equipment, medicine balls, treadmills, and various other equipment are dispersed throughout. In the center of the facility, Bruno Von Gotch Junior is inside of a wrestling ring doing situps while a large man wearing a cut off shirt with the word 'TRAINER' on it holds his legs. He counts off as Bruno does his workout. Sweat is dripping from his head every time he sits up.

Trainer: 72, 73, 74, 75 and rest.

An exhausted Bruno falls to his back and rests.

Trainer: Good. Good. Take a five minute break and we'll work on some moves.

As Bruno is lying motionless on the mat, Bruno Senior makes his way into the picture wearing a muscle shirt and sweatpants. He has cleaned up since we last saw him having trimmed his nails and cut his hair. It would appear that his brief bout with insanity is over. He leans over his son.

Bruno Senior: What's going on here? Who is this guy?

Bruno Junior is startled and immediately rises to his feet.

Bruno Junior: Dad! Uh, this is my new personal trainer Gus. I've hired him to get me into shape for my world title tournament match with Jaguar.

Bruno Senior: Gus, huh? What about me? You don't want me to be your trainer anymore?

Bruno Junior: No dad it's not that. I just thought that maybe I should look for some advice from someone else seeing as how I haven't really been doing all that well lately and you'd gone insane and all.

Bruno Senior: Insane? Nonsense! I'm as sane as an ox.

Takes a second to ponder what he just said.

Bruno Senior (Cont.): Yeah. Yeah. As sane as an ox and if you want to win this tournament, you'll listen to me.

Bruno Junior: But dad, Gus is a professional trainer. He's worked with...

Bruno Senior: Bah... What has he ever done inside the ring? look at all the things I've accomplished in my time. Fifty-seven time world heavyweight champion, I've had a baker's dozen reigns as tag champion, and let's not forget about the time when I stole Christmas in 1973.

Gus looks at Junior and shrugs his shoulders.

Bruno Senior: All this situp garbage won't help you win wrestling matches. The only way to get better at wrestling is to wrestle... something you haven't done much of lately. I've taken the liberty of booking a tune up match for you at Warzone... our show... the show we put on the map.

Bruno Junior: But dad...

Bruno Senior: Shush. You're going to wrestle right here and right now.

Bruno Junior notices the camera for the first time and shakes his head.

Bruno Senior (Cont.): But first, I'm going to show you a few moves we used to use back in the old days.

With that, Senior removes his sweatpants and shirt. He is now wearing only a pair of speedo trunks and wrestling boots. His huge beer gut and love handles are even more disgusting then his wrinkly skin which is comparable to that of a Shar-Pei puppy.

Bruno Senior: Ok bring out my opponent. Bring him out here.

Two swinging doors open wide as a large man forcefully kicks them. This huge hulking individual stares towards the ring for a second before reaching back inside the doors and pulling out a small, elderly, Amish man. The large man escorts the smaller man to the ring by grasping the back of his collar. Reluctantly, the Amish man enters.

Bruno Senior: Alright old man, let's go.

Amish Man: You must have me mistaken for someone else. I am Amish, I... I do not fight.

Bruno Senior slaps him in the face.

Amsih Man: I am a peaceful man. I do not wish to fight you.

Bruno Senior low blows the elderly man this time sending him to the ground. After allowing him a second to catch his breath, Senior signals his large assistant to pick the man back up.

Bruno Senior: Fight back.

Amish Man: We are a peaceful people. Why are you doing this to me? I don't even know you.

Bruno Senior pays the man no attention. As he is talking, Senior pulls out some sort of paper and a lighter. He ignites the sheet creating a giant ball of flame which he hurls into the man's face. The poor defenseless Amish man crumbles to the ground and rolls around covering his face. All the while, Bruno Junior looks on in horror at the havoc his father is causing. Bruno Senior quickly locks on an Indian deathlock and wrenches hard on the old man's feeble legs.

Bruno Senior: Give up! Surrender!

Amish Man: I quit! I QUIT! Oh why have I been forsaken?

Senior relinquishes the hold and the man immediately rolls out of the ring. As soon as he hits the ground, a young Amish woman and two small Amish children run to his aid. Tears are flowing down their faces. Bruno Senior gets to his feet and the large man places a robe across his hideous body.

Bruno Senior: See there? That was a Greco Roman ball of flame to the face.

Bruno Junior: You're crazy dad. I'm getting out of here.

Junior starts to exit the ring but the large man blocks his path.

Bruno Senior: Not so fast son. I believe you still have a match. I've taken the liberty of booking you against a young up and comer that goes by the name of the Amish Assassin. I will go summon him.

Bruno Senior walks out of the ring and towards the double doors that we saw earlier. Gus the trainer makes his way over to Bruno Junior and puts his arm around his shoulder.

Trainer: Alright, he just wants to see you beat up on some defenseless Amish guy. Let's just get this over with as qickly and painlessly as possible and then we can all get out of here before this gets even more out of hand.

No sooner does Gus finish speaking then Gangsta's Paradise begins to play. Out of the double doors, an extremely large black gentleman with gold capped teeth wearing traditional Amish atire makes his way out pushing a wooden cart filled with assorted farm tools. He makes his way to the ring and immediately pulls out a pithfork which he enters with. As he stands across from Bruno, we can see the great size difference in the two men.

Bruno Junior: You're not Amish are...

The Amish Assassin never slows down as he immediately breaks the pitchfork over Bruno's head. Bruno collapses and rolls out of the ring only to be met with a flipping somersault over the top rope. With the two of them near the cart, Bruno's opponent reaches in and pulls out a buggy wheel which he slams across Bruno's back. Going back to the cart for another weapon, the Assassin pulls out a large butter churner that he heaves towards Bruno who narrowly avoids the possibly fatal blow by moving out of the way at the last second. As he gets to his feet, Bruno is caught with a wicked sidekick that sends him reeling up against the ring where he is stood up helpless as the Amish Assassin tees off with countless roundhouse backhands and spinkicks. As the camera moves away from the action, Bruno Senior is seen with an expressionless face.

Fade Out

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Travis: I swear I think Danniels has something to do with ruining my show...

I2K: Welcome back fans....as Travis is complaining about the last promo, let's get to a match between Wild Earp and Dean Everard.

Travis: .....not my fault the man has no personality...

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Wild Earp is standing in the ring as Dean makes his way down. Earp gets out of the ring jumping off the apron connecting with a rolling clothesline. Earp then connects with a splash on Dean as the ref begins to count 1...2...3... Dean then struggles to his feet and is thrown into the ring, Earp following him. Earp then picks up Dean again but is reversed with a drop kick to the head and rolling in the air into a leg drop. Dean then runs into the ropes, as Earp is getting up, and hits a bulldog on him. Dean and Earp then both get up and begin to trade punches. Earp hits a closed fist, then body slamming Dean and calling for the end. Earp then gets onto the top rope and jumps off hitting a frog splash for the 1...2...kickout! Earp gets up with a frustrated look on his face picking up Dean with him. Earp then throws him into the ropes but is reversed and Dean connects with The Hellraizer for the 1...2...3! Dean then gets to his feet and the ref raises his hand into the air in victory. As Dean gets onto the top rope and throws his hands into the air Lavey appears from out of the crowd and throws Dean off. Earp then gets up and sees Lavey pounding Dean and joins in with him.

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Travis: WOW!!! Lavey attacks again!!! Is this another alliance of the Satanic one and the dead cowboy??

I2K: It looks that way....boy was Everard impressive though...a future star in the making.

Travis: He sure is....(looks at the clock) judging by the clock, it's time for us to do one more promo and scoot. I2K, it was your plesure to work with me and hope to see you again soon.

I2K: I enjoyed it, I'll tell Kash you said hi.

Travis: Do that!!! Also, could you tell him to come co-host the show?? We need the ratings, and Desert Storm is co-hosting next week.

I2K: (laughing) I'll see what i can do.

Travis: Thanks buddy, and good luck in the World title tourny!!

I2K: Thanks Travis.

Travis: For I2K, I'm Travis Best, saying goodnight and see you on saturday!!!

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* The camera cuts outside of what looks to be a mansion. The camera man and Chris Murphy then goes down the walk way and gets onto the porch of the house. The door opens and a butler leads them around the house. The butler then stops at a door and opens it, letting them in it. As they walks inside Brett, Storm, Hellraizer, and Gravedigger are all sitting in chairs in a simi-circle. *

Brett: Sit down, but don’t touch anything!

Chris: All right. OK lets get down the business. Destruction Inc., you are one of the newest groups in HWC yet you say you are the tightest, how is that?

Brett: You ask us how it is Destruction Inc. is the closest stable in wrestling. Well that is simple, we fit so well together.

Storm: That’s right. We all fit together. Hardcore, Hellraizer. Highflyer, Gravedigger. Technical grace, Storm. I mean, we are the greatest!

Chris: Ok, how would you describe your most lethal enemy, the Elite Playerz.

Gravedigger: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. We are the real elite team around here. Lets see Whirlwind, jobber, Scorpion, jobber, Daddy J a want to be, Jaguar the man who thinks he is the best IC champion of all time but lost it!

Hellraizer: I just want to say right now that at NYDD when we get all of you in that war games cage it is going to end our little fude because we will end your careers! Because the Hellraizer said so.

Chris: Alright I didn’t want to have to say this but it keeps bugging me. Brett, what’s up with your hair?!

Brett: What? My hair, oh you are a funny man. You know good and well that Jaguar caused this. Jaguar is just an ass kissing sob who couldn’t take me on a bad day. He thinks he is something but its just in his imagination! And Chris if you say one more word about that I am going to get up and kick your ass right in my house!

Chris: I’m sorry....Um...Storm how do you fell going into your match with Desert Storm after the fall at the cage match.

Storm: I am just fine because like Gravedigger said they are just jobbers. You see Drastic Measures is going to take that match in record time. Its going to be Drastic Bomb and pin. Because we are that damn good. Scorpion and Whirlwind are just little children who have to resort to calling names to get anything done and that’s all it is.

Hellraizer: I think he has asked enough questions for now so Chris, get you’re ass out of here!

Destruction Inc.: When we get into the ring, its nothing but Destruction!

* Brett gets out of his chair and pulls Chris our of his. Brett then pulls Chris out of the room with him, carrying him by the collar. The camera follows as Brett throws Chris out of the door and pushes the camera man with him. Brett slams the door as the camera fades to black. *

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