(The lights flicker off and on, and the FCW Taylor-tron lights up with "WFWA World" a set of red fireworks errupt, and the Taylor-tron is smeared red with blood, that drops into "Hardcore Championship". The camera cuts to the announcers booth were FCW President Taylor and WFWA President Darryl Marin, are sitting up talking to eachother.)

Taylor: So whats the format?

Marin: Well, considering its your fed, and I granted you the championship, you decide how it should be.

Taylor: Hmm.. Well since we are alone in Sacramento, alone in the Arco, why not have an eight man, last man standing match?

Marin: Sounds good to me. When do you want it to start?

Taylor: Right now!

(Taylor calls a maintainace crew member over to where he and Marin are sitting.)

Crew Member: Yeah?

Taylor: Go to the wrestler area, tell those guys that they have 5 minutes to be out here, and ready to go.

Crew Member: Okay, no problem.

(The crew member leaves the room, and down to the locker area.)

Taylor: So, where do you want to sit for this?

Marin: Ringside?

Taylor: No way, with those screw jobs! We'd be dead!

Marin: ...ah...good point. Here's fine.

Taylor: Thats what I thought.

Marin: Look! Someone's down there already!

Taylor: Its Link!

WFWA World Hardcore Title Match
Empty Arena - Last Man Standing

Dark§tar
Hell Raiser
The Missing Link
Micheal Lennox
John Katz
Luscious Sweet
Firebomb
Karnak

(The Missing Link slowly begins walking out of a concession booth, but from behind, Karnak nails him with a bag of popcorn!)

Taylor: Ah...

(Link rams a mouthful of popcorn into his mouth, then he picks up a wooden stool, and slams it over Karnak's forehead!)

Marin: Theres Lennox, and Hell Raiser!

Taylor: Katz, Sweet, Firebomb!

Marin: They are all here!

Taylor: No there not, where's Dark...

(Dark§tar appears at the main entrance way to the ring carrying a large black crow bar. Katz attacks him, but Dark§tar nails him with crow bar, then tosses Katz into the empty seats!)

Marin: Temper, temper!

(Firebomb and Sweet attack eachother, but Firebomb gains the upper hand with a low blow, and he tosses Sweet head first into a pop machine. The pop machine tumbles over, and coke cans litter the floor. Sweet picks one up, and tosses one at Firebomb, but Firebomb quickly ducks out of the way. From behind, Lennox grabs Firebomb, and drops him backwards onto a trash can with a side suplex. In the back ground, Link can be seen sneaking up on Sweet, but Karnak grabs him, and whips him towards a brick wall. Link reverses the toss, and slams Karnak face first into the rough brick.)

Taylor: ouch.

Marin: When do we know they are not getting up?

Taylor: Well, its safe to say Karnak isn't anymore.

Marin: How about if we can count to three without them moving, there out?

Taylor: Sounds good. Lets count on Karnak.

Marin: 1....

Taylor: Get up!

Marin: 2....

Taylor: ....um.. I think he's dead...

Marin: 3!!

*Karnak has been eliminated!!*

Taylor: Back to the action!

(Dark§tar and Hell Raiser are battling close to the ring, and slowly, Firebomb creeps up with a steel chair.

WWWHHHHAAAAMMMMM!!!

Marin: Damn, Hell Raiser is hurting now!

(Dark§tar turns on Firebomb, but Firebomb blocks the crow bar shot with chair, and boots Dark§tar in the stomach. Hell Raiser slowly gets up, but

WHHHHAAAAMMMM!!!!

Taylor: Firebomb nailed him again!!!

Marin: The count!

Taylor: 1....

Marin: 2....

Taylor: .....3!!!!

*Hell Raiser has been eliminated*

Marin: Look at Link!

(Link nails Sweet with a wooden stick, snapping it in two, and sending splinters everywhere! Link lifts Sweet to his feet, and sets him up onto of a merchandise table, but Lennox nails Link from behind with a cookie sheet. Dark§tar comes into view, and he can be seen holding Katz by the hair, and ramming him face first off of a garbage can lid. Firebomb charges at Lennox, but Lennox ducks down, and backbody drops Firebomb right onto Sweet lying on the table! The table cracks in half, and both men don't stir!

Marin: 1....

Taylor: 2....

Marin: ...3!!! Wait Firebombs up!

Taylor: Ha, hah! Sweet isn't!

*Luscious Sweet has been eliminated!*

Lennox lifts Firebomb back to his feet, and drags him over towards the fire exit, but Link cuts him off, and nails Lennox with a broom handle. Link stomps away on Firebomb, before Lennox gets back to his feet, and nails him with a spear!)

Marin: Cool!

(Dark§tar and Katz trade shots with cookie sheets, and both men slowly stumble into the kitchen area.)

Taylor: Follow this one!

(Dark§tar grabs Katz by the hair, and tosses him onto a platter table, and he begins nailing the stand for the hanging utensils.)

Marin: Dark§tar is crazy! He's trying to drop all those pots and pans onto Katz!

(Katz rolls off the table, and grabs a muffin tray, and laces Dark§tar with a hard shot across the forehead. Dark§tar flinches, and dodges out of the way of another muffin sheet shot. Katz is too slow to turn, and Dark§tar hammers him over the head with a ceramic pot, shattering it to pieces. Dark§tar turns on a stove burner, and lets it heat up. He grabs for Katz, but Katz blocks and hammers Dark§tar face off of the kitchen counter. Dark§tar's nose slowly begins to bleed.)

Taylor: Don't you just love violence?

(Katz grabs for Dark§tar, but Dark§tar blocks it with a throat strike, and rams Katz face off the hot burner! Katz screams in pain, but Dark§tar quickly grabs him, and piledrives Katz off of the tiled floor!)

Marin: Ah.. I think we should count him now.

Taylor: ah.. Your right.

Marin: 1...

Taylor: 2..3..

*John Katz has been eliminated*

Marin: Why the fast count?

Taylor: Look at Katz, no more please!

(The camera switches to Link, Firebomb and Lennox fighting in the second level of seating.)

Marin: What the hell are they doing up there?

(Dark§tar appears at the entrance way again, and he slowly makes his way up to the where the fighting is. Link and Firebomb are trading rights and lefts, but Link quickly blocks a right from Firebomb, and drops Firebomb across a seat, with a DDT! Lennox comes over, but Dark§tar grabs him from behind, and tosses him into the gaurdrail!)

Taylor: Holy shit! Lennox almost fell like ten feet to the bottom level of seating!

Marin: That would have been cool!

(Dark§tar reaches for Lennox, but "The Wolverine" meets Dark§tar with a boot to the midsection. Lennox grabs into a bearhug hold, and runs with him towards the press booth!)

Taylor: What are they doing?

Marin: There coming this way!

(Lennox charging toward the door while holding Dark§tar, hammers it hard, smashing the door open, and sending both men to the floor!)

Taylor: Lennox just used Dark§tar as a battering ram to open up that door!

(Lennox gets up first, and he lifts Dark§tar to his feet. Lennox tosses Dark§tar into a circuit panel, shorting out fuses, and cutting half the lights to the building! Dark§tar drops to the floor again, but the unrelenting Lennox lifts him back to his feet! Lennox grabs Dark§tar, and turns him towards the large window over looking the arena floor.)

Marin: No not that. That window is to expensive!

(Lennox whips Dark§tar towards the window, but Dark§tar reverses! Sending Lennox crashing through, and hard to the concrete below!)

Taylor: Luckily that is only a ten foot drop, or Lennox would be dead!

Marin: Count him!






Taylor: 1...




Marin: 2....




Taylor: 3!!! *Micheal Lennox has been eliminated*

Taylor: Was this such a good idea?

Marin: What?

Taylor: Adding in a hardcore division? Look at these guys, there nuts!

(Firebomb and Link have made there way up towards the rafters of the building, and Firebomb has Link by his "Misfits" t-shirt around Link's neck, choking him out. Link reaches up, and grabs Firebombs head, and sits down hard, dropping Firebombs chin hard across Link's shoulder in an ace crusher variation. Link slowly walks along the "standing room only" area of the arena, and grabs a large garbage can. Firebomb gets up, but Link rams the can over Firebombs head! Firebomb struggles to pull the can off, but Link nails Firebomb with a kick, sendind Firebomb, tumbling inside the can down the upper flight of stairs!)

Taylor: Wah!!! Call the ambulance!

Marin: Is he.. dead?

Taylor: .....




Marin: 1!!!




Taylor: 2!!!!!




Marin: 3!!!!

*Firebomb has been eliminated*

Marin: Now call the ambulance!

Taylor: Not yet, Link and Dark§tar are the only men left!

(At the top of the arena, in the standing room area, both men finally come face to face with eachother. Link slowly paces toward Dark§tar , but Dark§tar grabs a camera wire, and charges at Link. Link ducks under a right from Dark§tar, and nails him with cresent kick to the chest. Dark§tar falls back towards the wall, and Link swings at him with a right, only ending up with a handful of concrete wall. Dark§tar rolls around behind Link, and wraps the extension cord around his neck, and applies pressure!)

Taylor: Is that legal?

Marin: Only in a few states. Strangling in California happens to be legal!

Taylor: Serious?

Marin: No!

(Link slowly begins losing his concsiousness, but both men are dangerously close to the stairway, which leads all the way down to the arena floor.)

Taylor: Watch your step guys!

Marin: Fall, fall, fall!!!

Taylor: No wonder you wanted this division, you like this don't you?

Marin: ah.. its okay I guess.

(Link finally stops struggling, and Dark§tar releases the strangling the grip. Dark§tar stands up and raises his hands in victory.)

Taylor: Count'em!






Marin: 1...




Taylor: 2....




Marin: ....3!

Taylor: LOOK!!! Link is up!!

*Link: PPPPPPAAAAAAAINNNNNNNNN!!!!!!

(Link gets back to his feet, and tackles Dark§tar from behind!)

Marin: NOO!!!!

Taylor: LOOK OUT!!!

(Link and Dark§tar both tumble down the flights of stairs leading to the arena floor. Finally after at least 100 steps, both men come crashing down hard ontop of eachother.)




Marin:......




Taylor: ......




Marin: .....I guess we have to count.





Taylor: ...okay.





Marin: 1....





Taylor: 2....





Marin:.... c'mon some one get up...





...





...





3!!!

Taylor: What? What now?

Marin: Well, I guess Link and Dark§tar will have to meet again at a new date.

Taylor: Thats if there not dead!!

WFWA 2000