HBK: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the new WCW's innagural Monday Nitro! Now without further a due the Vice President of WCW, Shane McMahon!

The No Chance in Hell theme picks up and the Baltimore Arena pops as the Vice President of WCW, Shane McMahon walks out. He walks to the ring as people reach out to touch him from inside the guardrails. Shane walks up the steps and looks out to the crowd and smiles. He steps through the ropes and walks over and shakes Shawn's hand. The music fades out and Shawn lifts the mic to his lips.

HBK: Ladies and gentlemen we just wanted to come out here and welcome you to the new era of World Championship Wrestling. The rude, crude, and violent era. (The crowd is going crazy.) You all enjoyed Norman Smiley screaming like a four year old girl but you were for damn sure enjoy Sabu and Al Snow beating the living hell out of each other! So ladies and gentlemen thank you and have a great night!

HBK and Shane start talking to each other, off mic, and head to the back to no music. The camera then fades to the announcers. An orange firey name bar shows up that says "Jim Ross" and "Bobby 'The Brain' Hennan."

JR: Welcome everyone to WCW Monday Nitro! I'm good ol' JR alongside Bobby "The Brain" Hennan. Tonight should be action packed. The former Outsiders Scott Hall and Kevin Nash will go one on one in the first round of the World Title Tournament.

Brain: That's right Jim. Tonight I can't wait for the hardcore bout. We'll have Sabu, making his WCW debut against Al Snow! We'll also have Rob Van Dam against the returning X-Pac!

JR: Tonight should with....

"One, Two.., Is this on Ha, Yo Jimmy hit me with that Triple H shit (Ha ha ha ha ha ha) Yeah, you let the music keep playing Mr. dumb shit" starts up as Triple H walks to the ring, geared with his water bottle in his left hand, and of course a microphone in the other. Hunter, getting heat from the announcers and chills from the crowd, as he calmly and smoothly slides up the stairs and ducks under the middle rope to enter the ring. Standing in front of him is none other than Michael Cole, who is waiting to get the interview. Triple H sizes Cole up and down, notices that Michael is also holding a microphone in his hand, then Hunter extends the microphone he is carrying to his lips and starts to speak..

Triple H: That microphone you are holding wont be nessacery, neither will you, see I brought my own mic as I have no clue what you do with yours. Now Cole, we've been friends for, well, umm, never so get your ass to the back and do what you do best and recap some shit that went down yesterday. I aint here to be second best to anybody and I aint being interviewed by no one. So for further notice, HBK and Shane McMahon, don't be giving me a signed person to be interviewed by, I am perfectly capable of coming to the ring and talking about what's on my mind. Now as for you Cole, get out of here for the last time before I teach you a wrestling lesson you will never forget.

Michael Cole drops the microphone with a look of disgust taking over his face as he heads to the back. Triple H keeps mocking and antagonizing Michael Cole until he finally disappears into the curtains. Triple H takes a breath, clinches the top rope with his fists and stands up on the bottom as he leans into the crowd, now Hunter gets back to speaking his mind, and continuing his interview..

Triple H: Now, later on tonight I have to face the self proclaimed "freak" Edge. Well, Edge you better give up the freaky attitude and learn how to fight, cause that high flying shit you do all the time aint gonna win over me. I am a well oiled machine as they say. I know your weaknesses and I will learn your strengths. Edge I have noticed you have a fairly good career under your belt, but dont be stupid, take the night off and take a loss. But see Edge I may be irragant but I am not stupid as I know you will head to that ring tonight so I have a little surprise for you. Now enough about Edge, onto the world title tournament, plenty of competition but only one winner. As of now I have few friends and no enemies, but that will soon be changed as competitors will learn to fear me and fans will love to hate me. I will align my self with the right crew and the strongest forces, but for now I go solo and Edge is my first target...

Triple H backs away from the ropes and stairs into the crowd as his music starts up and fans burst out with an arena of boos. Triple H, looks to the crowd as a huge grin emerges over his face and he exits the ring. Hunter then walks away down the aisle resisting the urge to slap members of the audience and he then disappears behind the curtain..

JR: Strong words from "The Game..."

Brain: Did I sense some sarcasm when you addressed Mr. Helmsley? He's my pick to win the World Title Tourney by far. Mark my words JR...Triple H is going to win it all.

JR: Whatever you say Brain. Now let's get to our opening bout, RVD versus X-Pac!

X-Pac's music is reverberated throughout the Baltimore Arena. The crowd's reactions are mixed and subtle. X-Pac takes the mic.

X-Pac: If all of you don't respect me then I got two words for ya! Suck it!

The audience is now excited, for they know their favorite athelete and wrestler Rob Van Dam was about to enter. His music hits and the crowd begins to chant "The Whole Fuckin Show," "The Whole Fuckin Show." RVD walks out followed by his manager the man who calls it right down the middle Bill Alfonso. THey both walk to the ring very slowly in order to take all the time necessary to show off. RVD looks right into the camera, smiles, and says "I'm the Whole Fuckin Show"

JR: Rob Van Dam sending a message to Standards and Practices that they can't stop the people and they can't stop the new WCW. It's obvious that Rob Van Dam is one of the fan favorites here in WCW, carrying over from his days in ECW.

Brain: I've always liked Van Dam. His athleticism is unmatched and if he needs to, which isn't often, he's got no problem with cheating. That's my kind of guy.

Both men are now in the ring the match gets off to a fast start. Both men start off in a grapple which RVD dominates and throws X-Pac into the corner. RVD sneaks up behind X-Pac and performs an athletic belly to back suplex into a pin in which X-pac kicks out at 1. RVD throws X-pac into the ropes and on his return X-Pac misses with the spinning heel kick. RVD tries his own spinning heel kick but also misses. X-Pac retaliates with a series of punches and he then throws RVD into the ropes and on his return RVD jumps over with a form of a sunset flip. X-Pac kicks out at two.

The crowd now knows that this match is going to get intense. Two great athletes going at it one on one. Bill Alfonso is watching intently. The crowd claps and X-pac throws a series of punches while backing RVD up into the turnbuckle. X-pac sets RVD on the top turnbuckle and climbs up and performs a superplex. RVD bounces right back up and x-pac tries the hurrincanrana but RVD reverses it into a powerbomb. Alfonso throws a table into the ring. While x-pac is down, RVD sets up the table and puts x-pac on it after much resistance. RVD goes for a triple jump moonsault and puts X-Pac through.

RVD, being the consistant wrestler that he is, throws X-Pac outside of the ring and over the barricade. Both men are now standing in the crowd with Alfonso near by. Alfonso throws X-pac a chair attempting the Vandaminator but X-pac only uses it to his advantage and hits RVD in the head. While RVD is down in the crowd, X-Pac gets back into the ring and climbs the top turnbuckle and jumps into the crowd attempting to land on RVD but misses and falls hard into a pile of chairs. This match is heading no where until RVD picks up X-pac and throws him back into the ring. With both men in the ring now, Alfonso once again throws the chair to X-pac, this time RVD hits the vandaminator. The crowd starts chanting "RVD" "RVD." Rvd acends the top turnbuckle and hits the 5-STAR SPLASH! RVD goes for the pin and gets the 3 count

JR: That was one hell of an athletic display by Rob Van Dam! He is by far the most athletic wrestler I've ever seen in my many years of calling the game. Wait a minute folks...I'm getting something on my head set already....ok then let's go to the back!

The camera fades out, and fades back in inside of the parking garage where New Jack has just pulled up. He gets his duffel bag out of the trunk, locks up, and heads towards the arena.

J.R.: That's odd, New Jack isn't scheduled to have a match tonight. Why do you suppose he's here, Brain?

The Brain: He's without a doubt here to take some shots at Sabu. There's not a doubt in my mind that he came here to get his hands on Sabu who faces Al Snow later on.

New Jack goes to open the arena door and is immediately floored with a snow shovel to the head. Sabu and Tajiri come through the door and begin brutally beating New Jack.

JR: Tajiri! What the hell! My god! Can someone get back there!?

Pretty soon, referees come and break up the beating. As Sabu leaves, he screams, "You're going to pay for your insolence New Jack. You're going to pay!!"

The camera leaves the beaten New Jack and fades back to the announce table.

JR: The New Jack, Sabu fued just took another twist.

Brain: Speaking of twists, it's time for the World Title tournaments first match between Triple H and Edge! I'm telling you JR, Triple H is gonna take the gold in this tourney.

The anticipation in the crowds eyes show as the colorful lights and noisy audience quickly silences and a deep blackness swallows the arena, the infamous "You think you know me" starts up as the camera scans the arena looking for Edge, with no luck on the 1st or second attempts it tries a third witch proves to be the charm as the camera catches Edge in the lower area of the top balcony walking his way to the ring, wearing his long trench coat and thick black glasses. Edge steps up a little bit and starts to do a mix of jogging and walking fast to the ring, hoping over the guardrail and standing on the closest turnbuckle. Flexing his torso as he jumps in the center of the ring and quickly unrobes while he awaits the arrival of his opponent.

"One, Two.., Is this on Ha..." Triple H is seen on the screen above the entrance way, With his music playing in the background Hunter looks bad ass as he carries his bottled water and looks dead ahead. Hunter, walking along the white halls draping his arm across the paint, before he enters through the curtain and walks into the crowds viewing, he stretches his arms behind his back for a bit. A mix of screams and cheers are heard as Hunter follows the WCW guards to the ring where his eyes meet with Edges. Hunter looks seriously into Edges eyes as the "freak" dusts him off with a grin. Hunter stretches his arms for the second time tonight then follows the stairs and enters the ring. Helmsly demands a microphone and Edge slides under the bottom rope to the outside as Triple H receives his demand and begins to talk..

Triple H: Edge, earlier I promised a surprise for you, well I changed my mind I will hold it for "next time". But I can guarantee that I will deliver the most catastrophic move on the face of the earth, yea the Pedigree, so get your punk ass in the ring and lets "dance."

Hunter Hearst Helmsly tosses the microphone across the ring. Edge hops on the apron then leaps over the ropes back into the battle field, Edge picks up the mic, takes a look at the crowd, HHH, back to the crowd, then once more at HHH and then Edge begins to speak..

Edge: Hunter Hearst Helmsly, "Game", or whatever you want to be called, you think you know me, but your game is OVER!

Edge turns his back to Helmsly as he drops the mic over the top turnbuckle and on to the outside floor as a WCW crew worker quickly scatters to pick it up. While Edges back is turned Hunter attacks his with a couple of fierce forearms into the back of the "Game."

With three chimes of the bell, the match starts with Edge counteracting Hunters attack by swinging him into the ropes, causing the two men to lock up. Edge with the leverage as he pushes Hunter into the turn buckle then backs off. Triple H sling shots towards Edge with an elbow to the side of the face. Edge falls into the ropes and slings towards HHH, who ducks the on coming Edge, and hits the ropes then catapults himself into Edges chest with an extended arm witch brings Edge to the ground with impact. Triple H, begins to repediatly stomp on the "freak" when he gets to his feet. After moments of beating Edge with his boot, Hunter brings Edge to his feet and executes a riveting DDT. Triple H takes a long look into the camera then blows a kiss towards it as a smile emerges on his face. Edge, lying on the ground shakes his head trying to clear the "cobwebs" out. Edge slowly gets to a standing position as Hunter nails him with three or four rights and lefts to the temple area. Triple H swings Edge into the ropes and connects with a clothesline. Hunter looks at the crowd and taunts them as Edge again shakes his head. Triple H stomps on the back of Edge and then brings the "freak" to his feet, but sending him to the mat a split second later at the hands of a fancy drop kick. Triple H goes to the middle rope and plunges into Edges chest with a well packed fist to greet him. Hunter again brings Edge to his feet and plummets him to the mat with another fierce series of lefts and rights. Helmsly showing no sign of mercy in his eyes, but when you look in Edges you see not an ounce of quit. Hunter drops on Edges left leg and twists, stretching the calve muscles beyond belief as Edge yelps in pain, Hunter reaches deep inside himself and keeps applying the pressure. Finally Edge captures a rope and Triple H is forced to break the hold, as Edge gathers himself and gets to his feet he is again savagely attacked by Hunter with a knee to the kidney area. Back on all fours as HHH rips his head in an upward motion then pounds it to the mat. Hunter yells "Give it up your nothing but a punk bitch!". At that moment Edge showed signs of fight with a series of elbows being delivered to Hunters ribs, Hunter buckles as Edge lifts the knee in the face and it is now Helmsly on the ground. Hunter is brought to his feet and lifted high in the crisp cool arena night then dropped with a gasp of air leaving his body then slowly reentering as Edge delivers a crucifying suplex. Edge quickly back to his feet delivering an elbow drop to the lower abdominal muscle. Edge then begins to stomp on Hunter as he yelps in pain, Edge getting all his frustrations out with every kick. Finally the "freak" stops along with Hunters pathetic cry's for help. Edge then rolls Helmsly on his stomach and saddles his back. Edge positions himself with Hunters arms dangling over his knees and Triple H's chin is his locked hands. Edge arches his back as loud cry's are heard screaming out of Helmsly's mouth who starts to spit nasty white saliva out and disgust the crowd. After a few moments of pain Hunter is relived when Edge drops his head and removes the arms. Edge stands up and then re-rolls Hunter to his back where he then applies a figure four leg lock in the center of the ring. With no place to go, the temptation for Helmsly to tap is at its strongest point, but after several minutes of hanging in there Edge decides to try a different attempt and breaks the hold. Edge folds and starts to think long and hard as he watches Hunter roll around in pain. Edge levitates from the ground to the air and hits a moonsalt off the center of the top rope. Edge pulls with all his might at Hunters hair until he finally reaches his feet, Edge hits the rope and sails through the air connecting with a huricanrrana. A bloody Helmsly looks helplessly into the camera, reaching for a friend as he is dragged once again to his feet and planted with a bodyslam. Edge once more picks Hunter Hearst Helmsly to his feet, who struggles to stand, when he finally manages to stand properly Hunter, dazed and confused, heads towards the ropes but gets nailed in the face with Edges elbow. A fallen Helmsly lays on the ground as Edge jumps out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, the ref proclaims to Edge if he uses the chair the match will be awarded to Hunter, Edge smiles at the ref then drops the chair and reenters the ring. A somewhat recuperated Hunter catches Edge with a drop kick sending the "freak" into the ref crashing to the mat. Both Edge and the ref are down. Hunter slides under the ring and grabs the chair, then rolls back in. Hunter places Edges leg between the steel chair and proceeds to pounce on it from the second rope. HHH jumps on the steel about 3 times then removes Edges leg and picks him to his feet. Hunter places the chair in the center of the ring and swings Edge to the ropes, as Edge comes towards Hunter, he kicks the "freak" in the gut causing him to double over, places Edges head between his legs, hooks the arms, and falls with force onto the steel chair. Helmsly removes the chair from the ring and slaps the ref a couple of times to awaken him who then makes the cover.. 1...2...3...! Hunter is announced the winner as he gets to his feet and his arm is raised in the air. Hunter looks in the crowd with amazement on each of their eyes and blood all over his he motions his arms back and forth around his waist in attempt to tell the world he will be the undisputed World Championship Wrestling's World Heavyweight Champion. Hunters music starts to play as he heads up the ramp and to the back, again a mix of emotions win out as some love him, some despise him, a couple don't care, but most simply hate the man known as the "Game." Helmsly slowly disappears into the black curtain with fireworks bursting and Helmslys music a blasting.

Brain: I told you! Triple H advances to the next round to walk over....to walk over...JR who's he fight?

JR: I have absolutley no clue Brain. The only people that know are those two brilliant men in the back Shane McMahon and Shawn Michaels.

** People are hanging by the rafters in the Baltimore as they wait for the next segment. Godsmack’s “Whatever” plays in the packed arena as the people jump to their feet. They look towards the entry way to see who or what is coming out. Scott Hall walks out to a roaring crowd. He is wearing a Cal Ripken jersey, as he raises his hands in the air. He holds a beer in one hand and puts his other hand through his hair as he walks toward the ring. He gives some people ringside the “too sweet” sign before climbing the stairs. He stands on the apron and toast’s the crowd before he gets in the ring. He scratches his rough chin and looks over the crowd. He finishes his beer and pulls a microphone out of his back pocket. The crowd waits in anticipation for those two famous words to be uttered. He holds the mic up to his mouth and takes a deep breath. **

Scott Hall: Hey Yo….

*The crowd answers back with a “Hey Yo” before cheering*

Scott Hall: You guys like the new music? (He puts his hand through his hair again) So I hear a new Sheriff’s in town and that Sheriffs name is Shawn Micheals.

*The crowd pops when Micheals name is mentioned*

Scott Hall: (He speaks sarcastically)Well, Shawn as long as I get my belt you and me won’t ever have to see each other(he smiles and laughs to himself). And I won’t have to smack you around like a little girl. But tonight I have a little problem. And that little problem is Big Sexy Kevin Nash.

*The crowd has a mixed reaction to Nash, some cheer, some boo*

Scott Hall: Kevin you may be Big Sexy but I’m Super Sexy, and there are many girls down there that could tell you why.(Hall cracks a half smile). Big Sexy you know I’ve smacked you around so many times you can’t even count to three. But, I don’t if you ever knew how to count that high. (He puts his hand through his hair again) So tonight it’s you Nash then next week it’s some other monkey trying to beat Scott Hall.

*He starts to walk out the ring but he stops himself at the ropes. He smiles and gets his hair out of his face as he walks back to the center of the ring.*

Scott Hall: Hey Micheals, I got two words for you…

*The crowd yells “Suck It!”*

Scott Hall: No,no,no. Not those words these two words… (he points at the camera as if his hand was a gun)…Kliq, Kliq.

**Godsmack plays as Hall tosses his microphone to the ring announcer. He climbs out of the ring as the crowd pops. Hall is handed a beer by a fan and gives him a “too sweet” sign. He continues walking towards the back as he drinks his beer**

JR: Some very strong words from Scott Hall to his former best friend Kevin Nash.

Brain: Yeah but some very strong words for for the boss too. What does he mean by "Kliq Kliq."

JR: That's one thing that I can't answer. But it's now time for the first round of the Hardcore Title tournament with the suicidal, homocidal, genocidal, Sabu taking on the "Crowned Prince of Hardcore" Al Snow.

The lights in the arena drop to blackness. The crowd, excited about the night of fantastic wrestling that WCW has to offer, squirms in their seat in anticipation. With an explosion of orange light, accompanied by the drumming of System of a Down's "Know," the homicidal, suicidal, and genocidal Sabu enters the arena through the curtain. His face is set and determined. The more sadistic fans spring to their feet. They are well aware that Sabu is here in Baltimore for a hardcore tournament match. The fans, as always, are here to see a disaster, and they are positive Sabu will provide this. He walks purposefully down the steel ramp, a look of malevolence burned into his visage. His muscular body is crisscrossed with scars from years of Deathmatches in Japan's IWA. He gets to the ring, hops gracefully and easily over the ropes. He drops to a knee, with his dark hair hanging down into his face. Sabu waits for his opponent.

Al Snow's music fires up, and the "Crowned Prince of Hardcore" makes his way to the ring. Snow carries head under his arm. With a sudden motion, Snow holds Head high into the air, displaying "her" for the cheering fans. Snow slides belly-down into the ring. Sets Head in the corner, and awaits the bell.

J.R.: Dear God. I can't believe that Shawn Micheals and Shane McMahon would allow these two psychopaths in the ring together. The carnage that is sure to follow is going to be one of the bloodiest matches WCW has ever seen. It appears that Micheals and McMahon only care about profit, and not the physical savagery that these two men will undoubtedly inflict upon each other and themselves.

The Brain: Very true, J.R. Al Snow, as we all know, was the long-standing Hardcore champ of the extinct ICW federation. Sadly, he just doesn't seem to be the same. His edge is gone. Sabu, the newcomer to WCW, I believe, embodies all of the qualities of a Hardcore champion that Al Snow used to have. I think we're in for a good match, but my money is on Sabu.

The bell rings and Snow rushes head-first into Sabu. The spear catches Sabu unaware as it drives him back into the turnbuckle. Sabu is sandwiched between Al Snow and the turnbuckle as all of the air is knocked out of him. Snow grabs the ropes on either side of Sabu and pulls himself inward as he brings up his knee. Snow's knee lands squarely in Sabu's breadbasket, further expelling air from the former IWA member. Snow, grabbing Sabu by the hair, throws him over the ropes, crashing to the mat below. Snow grabs onto the ropes and hurls himself over, setting up for a big splash. Sabu, regaining his composure, puts up his knees as Snow rushed towards him. The impact of Snow's chest upon Sabu's knees causes the entire audience to wince in pain. Snow screams as he rolls onto his back, clutching his chest. Sabu gets to his feet and grabs a chair. Quickly, Sabu turns the instrument of sitting into an instrument of pain as he brings the steel chair down onto Snow's head with concussive force. The busts open Snow's eyebrow, which starts to bleed just as Sabu brings the chair down for another blow. This time, Snow develops a laceration in his forehead. Blood flows slowly out of Al Snow's head as Sabu climbs up onto the metal crowd partition. Sabu executes the guillotine leg drop and rolls Snow up for the pin.

1…..2..kickout!!!

that he will actually have to try, Sabu lifts Snow's bleeding form to its feet. With a spin, Sabu sends Snow hurtling into the metal ring partition via an Irish Whip. As Snow collapses to a sitting position, he opens his eyes to see Sabu executing a missile dropkick directly between his eyes. Snow's field of vision blurs and grows steadily grayer as he dips towards unconsciousness, and falls onto his back. Sabu climbs the ropes, ascends the turnbuckle, and faces the center of the ring. He lifts his arms in a triumphic gesture, appealing to the crowd. During this brief lapse in offense, Snow fights to regain his mental acuity. Then, with a tremendous backflip, Sabu performs a Moonsault, and comes speeding down towards his opponent…who promptly rolls out of the way. Sabu's head snaps back with the impact of the floor. Laying motionless, Snow puts a plan into action. The Crown Prince of Hardcore lifts one of the large, protective, rubber mats and casts it to the side. He then lifts the still motionless Sabu and walks him over to the unprotected cement floor. With a kick to the stomach to double Sabu over, Snow sets him up for a huge powerbomb. With a snap of his arms, Snow sends Sabu right onto his back onto the cold cement. The audience is visually sickened at the site of this. Snow continues his onslaught. He lifts Sabu to his feet, and walks him up the steel ramp. Snow proceeds to lock arms with Sabu, and issues his trademark headbutts. Sabu drops to the ground, weakened. Snow goes back into the ring, and picks up Head. Snow dances around, and holds Head high in the air, to the cheers of his fans. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Snow. Sabu, bruised and weak, fights to his feet. Standing, a little uncertainly at first, he waits for Snow to return. Snow, bleeding badly, turns to see Sabu getting to his feet. He slides under the bottom rope, Head in hand, and sprints straight at Sabu. Raising Head in an offensive position, Snow prepares to bring down Head as Sabu crouches. Throwing his legs out, and twisting, Sabu executes the drop-toe hold on Snow, who goes crashing nose-first into the unforgiving steel of the ramp. The impact crushes Snow's cartilage, causing a torrent of blood to spurt out, staining the steel of the ramp. Sabu, lifting the bleeding Snow to his feet, circles around behind and locks up around Snow's waist. With a heave, Sabu lifts snow up and over his head, in a German suplex pin.

1…..2…..kickout!

Snow, lying face down, precariously close to the edge of the ramp, is breathing heavily. He is weak, nearby, lying on his back, Sabu rapidly attempts to catch his breath. Both men struggle to their feet, almost simultaneously. As both wrestlers get their bearings, they assault each other with punches, blocks and counters are thrown and received. The competitors battle up the ramp, and continue to duke it out on the platform, 15 feet in the air. Snow ducks a vicious right hook from Sabu, and uppercuts him, squarely in the jaw. Snow grabs him around the head, and issues Sabu a strong DDT right into the steel of the ramp. Sabu's forehead is severely cut, pouring blood. The ensanguined Snow lifts the bloody and dizzied Sabu up for the Snowplow. Snow, holding Sabu in the air, takes two steps back towards the edge of the 15 foot tall platform. His plan is clear. He is going to Snowplow Sabu, and allow him to fall the 15 feet, unconscious and defenseless. But then, Sabu begins moving his legs. With a sway of the legs, Sabu sends Snow's momentum backwards, making it appear as though Snow were executing a vertical Suplex. Sabu continues the falling momentum as he hooks an arm around the neck of Snow, in a neck-breaker. As Snow's back hits the platform, and Sabu continues to fall the 15 feet, the homicidal and suicidal maniac finishes his brutal neck-breaker, twisting Snow's neck in a horridly obscene fashion. Sabu falls the next 15 feet onto his back, and crashes right through a table covered in bottles of water.

J.R.: DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN!! Both Sabu and Al Snow may be dead!! That was the most brutal neck-breaker I've ever witnessed in my history of commentary! Sabu has sacrificed himself to injure Al Snow!!

The Brain: I concur J.R., that was probably the most depraved maneuver I've ever witnessed.

Both men simply lie there, motionless. Their breathing is rapid. Snow is almost paralyzed from the pulling of the tendons in his neck. He is covered in his own blood, and care barely move. Sabu is covered with the table cloth of the table he fell through. His breathing is rapid. Blood flows freely from his forehead and soaks into the table cloth. He begins to stir. The entire house is on his feet as Sabu stands.

J.R.: DEAR MOTHER OF GOD!!!! There is no way that Sabu is getting up after that!! Someone needs to stop this match before someone dies!!

Sabu stands, and immediately stumbles. He crashes sidelong into a speaker, which supports him. Clutching his back and shoulder, he hobbles his way up the steel ramp. His dripping blood leaves a distinct trail up the ramp. Snow begins to stir as Sabu nears the platform. When Sabu arrives, Snow is up, but he is looking towards the floor for the injured Sabu. Sabu walks towards the curtains, and turns to face Al Snow. With his last ounces of energy, he lifts his arms and lets out a scream of unadulterated primal rage. Snow whips around just in time to see Sabu racing towards him. He puts up his arms and ducks, but it's too late. Sabu leaps in the air, as he flips, and sails over Snow's ducking head. As he passes, Sabu hooks Snow around the waist, while Sabu himself is upside-down. The sunset-flip powerbomb forces the whole audience to cringe. Young children cry, mothers cover their pubescent boys' eyes, and old people clutch their chest. Sabu and Snow plummet 15 feet, and Snow's back is driven through a table to the cold cement floor below, and Sabu lands in a sitting position. Snow falls onto his back, completely unconscious. Sabu, wincing from the obvious pain, rolls onto Snow, and covers him.

1…..2……3!!

Sabu falls onto his back, trying to catch his breath. His good friend Tajiri comes out from behind the curtain, and helps him to his feet. Both men go backstage. As they walk up the ramp, they are passed by several EMTs who are rushing to Al Snow's aid.

J.R.: Well, it looks like Sabu, through torturous self-sacrifice, and pure insanity has advanced to the next round of the hardcore tournament. If you ask me, he deserves it. That was truly the most hardcore performance I have ever had the fortune, and at the same time misfortune, to witness.

The Brain: I hear you, J.R. Sabu has rightly earned his spot in the second bracket of the tournament. I know from an earlier interview that Sabu is hoping New Jack struggles his way to a victory, so that he and New Jack can settle their differences once and for all. The interview ended with Sabu saying, and I quote, "I hope that ugly son of a bitch chokes on his own feces." Harsh words from a harsh man. Now, onto the next match

**The crowd knows its time for the main event and are already on their feet. The camera pans across the crowd and catches some people holding up their signs. Some read “Scott Hall drank my Beer” another reads “Big Sexy is Too Sweet!!”. The howl of the wolf is heard throughout the arena. The arena fills with cheers and boo’s as Kevin Nash steps out on the ramp and raises his hands slowly forming the Wolfpac sign. He is wearing his regular attire except on his stomach it reads “Nash” now instead of “Outsiders”. He starts to walk down the aisle pushing his hair out of his face. He steps up onto the ring apron and climbs in over the top rope. He throws up one arm and flashes up the Wolfpac sign one more time. He takes the microphone from the ring announcer and pulls his hair out of his face once more.**

Kevin Nash: Scott you came out here and say….

*He is interrupted by an unseen Scott Hall*

Scott Hall: Hey Yo…

*The crowd gives a “Hey Yo” back, Scott Hall then walks down the ramp wearing his regular red and black attire. He also wears a Outsiders T-shirt with the s torn off, so it just reads Outsider.*

Scott Hall: Big Sexy don’t even try to sound like a hard-ass. Cause in the back you were crawling up to me, asking if we could get back together and reform the Outsiders. And do you remember what I said to you Nash.

Kevin Nash: What’s that?

Scott Hall: I said I don’t want to carry your ass any more.

*At that remark Nash climbs over the ropes and runs towards Hall. Scott ducks a punch from Nash and hits him with the microphone. Hall then gets a few punches in and staggers Nash back towards the ring. Hall grabs a beer from an audience member and takes a sip before throwing it in Nash’s face. Hall grabs Kevin’s hair and guides him back to the ring. Scott grabs Nash by the arm and tries to whip him into the stairs but he reverses and Hall is sent into the stairs. Scott hits his shoulder with a large thud before falling to the cold floor. Nash picks up Scott by his wet hair and rolls him in the ring, he then climbs back into the ring*

Ding…Ding…Ding…

The ref signal for the bell and the match has finally started. Nash has the advantage of the hurt Hall. Kevin runs and kicks Hall right on the hurt left shoulder, making Scott wince in pain. Nash picks him up and hits him with an elbow across the face followed by a reverse atomic drop. Hall jumps up and down holding himself. Nash then pulls Hall’s shirt over his head. The blind Hall staggers around the ring trying to get the shirt off. Nash laughs as Scott hits the ropes and then the turnbuckle.

Hall finally gets the shirt off and throws it into the crowd. He looks ominously across the ring at Nash. Kevin holds up his arms and forms the Wolfpac signs with his hands. Hall shoots out of the corner towards Nash with a vengeance. Kevin catches Hall with a big boot, flipping him over. Hall seems semi-conscious as Nash picks him up and pushes him into the corner.

Nash measures Hall up and delivers a elbow to Scott’s face, then another and another. Kevin then chokes Hall with his boot and the ref starts the five count. 1….2….3….4….at five the ref pushes Nash off of Hall. Kevin starts pushing around the ref as Hall tries to get his bearings back. Nash continues to argue with the ref and pushes him into the corner. Hall sneaks up behind Nash and school boys him. The ref makes the count.

1…2..kick-out! Scott picks up Nash and grabs his hair. He slams Nash’s head into the turnbuckle then paintbrushes the back of his head. Scott lets go and laughs at Nash and slaps his knee. Nash doesn’t think it’s very funny and charges at Hall with a full head of steam. Scott moves at the last second and Kevin runs over the ref knocking him out of the ring. Hall takes advantage and clotheslines Nash out of the ring.

Nash lands on the mats near the ref, he holds his head in pain. Hall slides out and grabs a chair and tosses it into the ring. Kevin tries to stand up but is met with a kick from Hall. Scott drags Nash back into the ring and sets the chair up. Hall picks up Nash preparing for his patented fall away slam. Nash slips out and gets the cheap shot, knocking Hall to his feet. Nash shakes off the effect of the clothesline and grabs Hall by his hair.

Nash pulls off the straps of his top and puts up the Wolfpac sign once more, signaling for the Jack-knife Powerbomb. Nash positions himself so he can powerbomb Hall onto the chair. Nash gets ready to Jack-knife Hall, but Scott back body drops Nash onto the chair. Nash holds his back in pain as Hall stomps the chair trying to flatten it out again. The ref finally crawls back into the ring as Hall signals for the Outsiders Edge!

Hall puts Kevin’s head between his legs. Hall sticks his arms straight out signaling for the Outsiders Edge. Hall puts his arms down and then points at the flattened chair. He picks up Nash over his shoulders in the crucifix position and moves towards the chair. He throws Nash onto the chair head first. Nash’s head makes a crack on the chair when it hits. Hall makes the cover and the ref counts.1…2…3…

Ding…Ding…Ding…

* The ref holds up Halls arms and points to the victor. Hall does his celebration taunt then spits on Nash. The crowd cheers him on as “Whatever” plays throughout the arena. Hall rolls out of the ring and heads towards the back giving “too sweet” signs as he heads towards the back.*