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HWA Havoc: Episode 15



Location: Indianapolis, Indiana

Arena: Lucas Oil Stadium

The show begins, with fireworks blasting throughout the arena. Play by Play commentator Gus Johnson, and his color commentator partner Cris Collinsworth are at their commentator table, ready to call this show.

Gus Johnson: Welcome to Havoc ladies and gentlemen! We are live from Lucas Oil Stadium, home of the Indianapolis Colts! We are coming off of two great shows...I seems like it's been years since the last episode of Havoc, and boy did a lot happen.

Cris Collinsworth: Hell, I can't even remember all that happened. I know we've went through a pay per view, and had an anniversary show. What happened after all of that though? Not many title changes...but we do have a very interesting new group...the Clique.

Gus: That's right, Cris. The Clique has made quite a strong presence in the last couple of weeks. They ruined the main event of Do or Die. Who knows what could happen next? They've even got Van Hooligan involved...and he was trying to reform dammit!

Cris: Well none the less, Hans Beerstein was somehow able to walk out of Do or Die with that championship still around his waist, but he didn't do it fairly. Thanks to Andy Amazing, Black Angel was taken out of the match. Then, Van Hooligan was distracted from all the commotion going on, and Beerstein snuck in a quick rollup.

Gus: I have a feeling that Black Angel isn't going to be too happy about Andy Amazing's little appearance...not one bit.

Cris: No he won't, but he's going to have to wait until next week to express his disapproval, because he's not here tonight. We're not sure exactly why he couldn't be here, but for whatever reason, it is important. I'm sure that knowing that, Andy Amazing is going to feel a lot more comfortable tonight.

Gus: Actually Gus, Andy Amazing isn't here tonight either...I've just been told that he was suspended for interfering in the main event match last week.

Cris: Really? Well...I guess I can see why. Andy Amazing was Broc's representative in that Do or Die match, so it would make sense for the our Chairman not to approve of anything to do with Andy Amazing.

Gus: Yeah...plus we all know that the history between Amazing and Sullivan goes back way farther than just Sunday. Those two have been at each other's necks from quite a long time. I can't ever see those two getting along.

Cris: Speaking about two guys getting along, how about Lazarus and DeOxin? Those two have hated each other ever since they joined HWA, but after their match at Do or Die, it appears they're...friends or something? They've actually registered themselves as an official tag team.

Gus: It's going to be interesting to see how those two work together, and we're going to see it right now folks! Lazarus and DeOxin will be fighting in a tag team match together. This match is actually really important, as it will show just how good or bad they will be as a team.

Cris: Well considering they aren't that great in singles competition, I think it's worth a try.

Lazarus and DeOxin vs Shawn and Princeton in a Tag Team Light-Tube Death Match



Lazarus and DeOxin are working together to give Shawn and Princeton quite a beating. Shattered glass and blood is everywhere in the ring, and Shawn and Princeton are in pain.

DeOxin takes another light tube, and wacks it right across the skull of Princeton. Princeton falls right to the ground, and before Shawn can do anything, Lazarus takes another light tube, and wacks him in the head with it. Both men are now on the ground, and losing a lot of blood.

Lazarus pins Shawn, and DeOxin pins Princeton. The referee doesn't know which pin to start counting first, but it really doesn't matter, so he just counts both. 1...2..3.

Winners: Lazarus and DeOxin

Gus: What a dominating performance. I mean, usually when we see these matches, everyone ends up coming out with stitches...but it looks like this time, only Shawn and Princeton will be getting some medical attention.

Cris: Did Lazarus and DeOxin even get hit by anything?

Gus: I think a piece of glass might have bounce off of DeOxin's arm...

Cris: Well we now know that these two can work together...they just kicked the living hell out of the former tag team champions.

Gus: Shawn and Princeton lost their championships at Do or Die. That means that every HWA Championship has managed to change hands at least once.

Cris: Well with that addition of Lazarus and DeOxin, I think the tag team division is going to become a lot more interesting. Let's take a commercial break...

Gus: Nah, I don't really want to take a break right now.

Cris: Well Gus, you don't really get to decide when we take breaks.

Gus: A matter of fact, my contract states that I ca-

*Commercial break*

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Gus: And here comes the man who lost against Carlos Alberto Ramon at Do or Die for the Adrenaline Championship Brandon Medeiros.

Cris: Yeah it was a great match, back and forth the whole time, but Ramon came out on top.

Gus: Something tell's me he's going to want another shot at the Gold. I guess we will just have to see.

Cris: I just got a text...from someone I'm not too fond of.

*Medeiros is handed a mic and looks about to speak*

Brandon Medeiros: I had my shot....the ultimate chance...what I wanted, a shot at the Adrenaline Championship....I lost but I don't regret anything that I did at Do or Die. I gave it my all and so did Ramon there's no shame in giving something 100% effort and still coming up short I'm proud of the show I put on at the Pay-Per-View.

*Medeiros now quickly has a grin on his face*

BM: But that dosn't mean that I don't want one more chance at it.

*Crowd Pop*

BM: And yes I know......Someone else has earned themselves a shot...that man is Matt Christopher.

*Crowd Pop*

So right now I'm calling you out Matt I want your #1 Contenders Shot at the Title so get out here and let's talk things over.

*Medeiros then stands there waiting for Christopher*

As we can see by the HToTheCoreTron, Matt Christopher is in our presence, interrupting Brandon Medeiros. With the challenge just put in place by Medeiros, it should be interesting to see how Christopher responds. Matthew has a mic in his hand as he walks up the steps, enters the ring, and begins to stare down Mr. Medeiros.

Matt Christopher: Well, well. If it isn't Brandon Medeiros. You see Brandon, I know you want a second chance at Carlos, but truly, why do you deserve it anyway? I've already proven myself to be the true #1 contender for that title, so why should I risk it against the likes of you? Well Brandon, luckily for you, I'm in a good mood today.

Not only that, but you see, I want revenge. I want revenge on you, Brandon. A few weeks ago on Havoc, you cheep shotted your way to beating me, and that's unforgivable to me. You stole the #1 contender spot that I had, and then couldn't even win. Well Brandon, I'm not letting that slide. You embarrassed me, and now tonight, I'm going to embarrass you.

Brandon, I accept your challenge. Tonight I will prove why I deserve to be the Adrenaline Champion. So Carlos, I hope you take some notes tonight. Everything you see done to Mr. Mediocre over here, will be everything I do to you at Summerfest!

Carlos, at Summerfest, not only will I take your title, but I will embarrass you just like I will to Medeiros here tonight. I refuse to be anything but a champion here in HWA, and that is exactly what I plan on accomplishing at Summerfest!

And who else would be a better champion than me? I have it all! The look, the talent, I have everything! Neither Brandon or Carlos have these things. Brandon- You've always been mediocre. You were never anything special, even when you were in development.

And Carlos- you have to hide yourself behind 5 other men in order to be considered relevant. That's not what being a champion is about. It's about being here week in and week out getting the job done, and you're not doing that.

When I become champion, it will be all me. No stable, no little helpers, just me! Because that is what being a champion is all about.

So Carlos, Brandon, be prepared for the torture that lays in front of you, at the hands of the fallen one; Matt Christopher!

Brandon Medeiros: Aight Man right here right now I love Competion and I don't feel like losing.

*Medeiros Then drops the mic and is ready to go*

Matt Christopher vs. Brandon Medeiros (If Medeiros wins, he will be the number one contender instead of Christopher)



Christopher and Medeiros are in the middle of the ring exchanging blows. Christopher seems to get the advantage though, getting one or two more right fists in than Medeiros is.

Finally, Christopher takes complete control, as his punches take Medeiros to the ground. He is now on top of Medeiros, pounding away at him. Fist after fist to the face of Medeiros, eventually leads to a bloody nose. Now blood is pouring down Medeiros' face, and things gotten very bloody faster than anyone thought.

Christopher goes back into the corner, and waits for Medeiros to get up...and when he does...spear! After a bone crunching spear, Christopher covers him. 1...2...3.

Winner: Matt Christopher

Gus: Well Christopher had the balls to put his number one contendership on the line tonight, against the man who just lost to Ramon at Do or Die. That courage was well worth showing off, because he came out on top, looking stronger than ever.

Cris: Aint that the truth, huh Gus? I mean, I liked Christopher before...but I mean this perfomance tonight just blew my mind. I mean, I'm not sure if Medeiros was a little off because of having a weeks break, or if he was hurt, or what...but he looked like he was still wrestling down on Redemption.

Gus: Yeah, and Matt Christopher did what he does best, and took advantage of that. He beat him to a bloody pulp.

*Commercial break*

*The large screen in the arena flickers a little, accompanied by a buzzing, zapping noise, akin to that you'd hear when a particularly large mosquito hits an electric grate. The lights dim and upon the screen a dark room slowly fades into view, it becomes quickly apparent that this is the room in which we first saw Erebus and Jarvis Cole all those months ago. A creaking door, heavy footsteps and a grunting noise fill the airwaves as the hulk that is Erebus strides slowly into the room. The camera remains static, glaring at the chair that once confined this unfortunate creature, a huge hand comes to rest on one arm of the chair, tightening its grip on the chain link restraints bolted to the wood. Another set of footsteps filter into the scene, quieter, well placed and timed, a shadow moves out from behind the camera, Jarvis Cole.*


Cole: Take a seat, Erebus, we have much work to do.

*Erebus looks down at the chair, a flash of disobedience long silent in him seeps out from under his leather mask in the form of a low growl. Cole stares coldly at Erebus, the two engaging in a battle of wills. The doctor wins out, his steely gaze enough to strip Erebus of any ideas he may have formed about seizing Cole by his scrawny throat and snapping it in two. The large man releases the restraints and ambles into the chair, his eyes fixed firmly to the floor as fear begins to manifest, unsure of what Cole wants.*

Cole: Hand...

*Erebus looks up from the floor and raises his hand slowly to his face, looking back and forth between the hand and Cole.*

Cole: Your hand.. NOW!

*Erebus shudders as Coles loud, sharp voice echoes around the dirty, dark room. He extends his hand, placing it upon a small, crudely built workbench. Cole moves closer, inspect it closely, nodding and rubbing his chin in deep thought before chuckling quietly to himself. The doctor walks around Erebus and reaches into a drawer pulling out a an object, obscured by the shadows of the room.*

Cole: Do you know what I have here, beast? Do you know what this is? Of course you don't.. your intelligence is as big a myth as Santa Claus or The Easter Bunny. This.. is your new best friend.. this is the weapon that will transform the.. face.. of HWA..

*Cole barks out a laugh as he holds up a picture of Hanz Grubers bloodied and savaged face from just a few weeks back. He removes the dirty, stained gloved from Erebus' hand, replacing it with a new, studded gauntlet. A closer look at the gauntlet reveals that the palm is laden with shards of broken glass, this gauntlet is not designed to help Erebus so much as to disfigure his opponents.*

Cole: Ahh.. Hanz Gruber.. the men whom evolution left behind it seems. Weeks ago you bore witness to the destruction of my monster.. you experienced first hand the devastation that the mind of Jarvis Cole has brought into HWA. And yet.. here we are again, Hanz Gruber vs Erebus.. hardly a rematch.. but you will realise very shortly just how foolish you have been by challenging us once again.

*Cole examines the gauntlet, seemingly satisfied with his handiwork and ushers Erebus to his feet.*

Cole: Gruber.. your insolence will be your downfall, prepare yourself for your final night in HWA.. for once my creation is through, you will be nought but a husk, a useless heap of flesh and bone more suited to propping up a table than standing in a ring...

*Cole begins to laugh and marches Erebus from the room, the camera flickers again momentarily before fading to static on its own once more.*

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Gus: Wow...that was Erebus ladies and gentlemen, and he scares the shit out of me.

Cris: Yeah Gus, I think he may be the scariest person on Havoc. I mean, out of all of them...Erebus is just, so frightening.

Gus: Well look at the bright side, at least we're not Hanz Gruber.

Cris: *Shivers* That'd be horrible Gus! I can't imagine lacking that much in-ring ability.

Gus: Well, I was talking more about having Erebus after us, but I guess you have a good point there too. Anyways, we have another match to watch. For the first time, Clarence Brody is going to have to fight in his first actual wrestling match, this one against Jack Nicholas.

Cris: And Nicholas needs a win. He's been in some slump recently, I mean he's been a little hot and cold over the last month or so, but he definitely needs a big win here tonight. Ever since losing his Adrenaline Championship, he's been in a big slump

Gus: So we're looking for two things...how Clarence Brody fights in an actual match, and if Nicholas can get out of his slump. Let's get things started.

Jack Nicholas vs. Clarence Brody



Brody is in the ring, using his in-ring Boxing training to avoid many strikes from Nicholas. Nicholas goes for a right hook, but it's quickly blocked by Brody, who responds with two large strikes to the face of Jack Nicholas. This brings Nicholas down to his knees, where he then meets another right hook from Brody.

Nicholas falls flat to the ground. Brody now waits...expecting the ref to start counting to ten. Apparently nobody informed him of how an actual wrestling match goes.

Fans at ringside are trying to help "Pin him! You need to cover him to win!".

Finally starting to realize what he needs to do, Brody slowly covers Nicholas.

1...2..

But the delay certainly helped, as Nicholas is able to get his shoulder up.

Brody waits till Nicholas gets up to his feet, then throws another punch at him. This one hits Nicholas right in the jaw, and Jack Nicholas falls back a little bit, struggling to stay on his feet. Brody hits him again with the left hand this time. Once again, Nicholas nearly falls backwards...but he stays on his feet.

One more time, Brody throws another punch...but his wrist is grabbed by Nicholas! Now Nicholas wraps his hands around the throat of Brody, lifts him up into the air, and slams him down onto the ring mat. Nicholas covers him.

1...2...3.

Winner: Jack Nicholas

Gus: What a match! I thought Brody was going to win it!

Cris: Brody nearly did win it, Gus! But the goof didn't even know he had to cover the guy...

Gus: Yeah, that's probably what costed him. It was close though, I have no idea how many strikes Nicholas took to the face, but it looked like it hurt.

Cris: But it looked like that chokeslam hurt even more. Clarence Brody is finally starting to figure out how a real wrestler feels.

Gus: Yeah, but sooner or later it's going to get even tougher...when he finds out how a HARDCORE wrestler feels.

Cris: I don't think this guy is going to be able to make it without fighting in a boxing match.

Gus: Well he couldn't even make it boxing either, Cris...why do you think he's here?

Cris: Good point, Gus.

*Commercial break*

*The camera focus' into the locker room and Van can be seen getting ready. A mixed response to say the least, boo's seem to just be overlapping the opposite side though. His ICW World Championship title is just to the side of him as he finishes putting on 1 boot and switches to the other when suddenly someone walks to the side of him*

???: You're right. That belt is shiny.

*Van recognises that voices and looks upwards before standing up.*

Van: Well bloody hell! *Van gives him the manliest hug ever given in HWA history* If it isn't the trainer himself, Gary "Coach" Smith. What in the hell are you doing here in the states?!

Gary: Well I'm glad you still remember the man who taught you everything.

Van: You're hard to forget with a fat belly like that *he slaps his stomach and it does make a quick ripple effect*

Gary: Ey! Easy lad.

Van: So what're you doing here?

Gary: I thought I'd check up on my most successful student. Hell, took me 7 years to get my first world championship and 10 years to get my second. You did it in 2 months and half a year!

Van: What can I say? I'm pretty fucking good, regardless of where I go.

Gary: Ya see, that's what I actually came to talk about. This "Click" thingy.

Van: It's "The Clique" and what about us.

Gary: Why have you of all people joined it? You don't need to be in a group to get to the top, you're good enough as it is.

Van: Oh I know I am. Fact is, every member of the Clique is good enough to get to the top of the mountain here. We're just skipping the middle man and uniting to take our rightful spots.

Gary: Really? What happened to you telling me and everyone else you were going to win stuff solo, you didn't need anyone's help to get to the top! That as long as you had breathe in your lungs you could still be a threat to whoever has the title! That regardless of the number you would man up and fight like a man, despite whatever the difficulty and numbers game. You know you're a cocky bastard, even you'll admit that. But you back-up nearly everything you say you do and you do that with pride.

Hooligan or not, you still have a great deal or respect and sportsmanship inside of you. Why in the hell would you join them?

Van: So that's what you really feel, hmm? Well...I can say this much at least. It was a nice surprise to see you gramps, but if you're jealous of everything I've accomplished already *Van grabs his ICW World Championship title.*then I just feel sorry for you. Just cause I have a shortcut to the top of this federation doesn't mean you have the right to tell me what I should do in my career! You won 3 English fed championships. I've won 2 World Championships and on my way to a 3rd here. Get with the fucking times!

*Van walks out of the camera zoom before returning for a few seconds*

Oh and by the way. I didn't join The Clique whatsoever. I'm the co-founder with Johnny Hot!

*He walks off and his old coach looks quite upset that it didn't go as he planned in his head*

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Gus: Van Hooligan may be in a difficult position right now, Cris...

Cris: Yeah, it looks like not everyone in his life is happy with his decisions, but he has to look past that. He has to do what he thinks is right for him, and not want his trainer, or anyone else thinks. With that being said, although Van seemed like it was staying with the Clique, he may start considering what he wants to do with himself after that conversation.

Gus: I think he's starting to question exactly what he wants to do...what path he wants to go down. Does he want to be a good guy, and earn the respect of his fans, and everyone around him? Or will he go throughout his career, cutting corners and burning bridges?

Cris: It's definitely something we're going to have to look out for as time goes on, Gus.

Gus: Well anyways, it's time for the next match. The Adrenaline Champion, Carlos Alberto Ramon, will have a bit of an easy night tonight, he's facing Arius.

Cris: What, is tonight jobber night or something? Why do I get the feeling that every match tonight will be dominated by only one side?

Gus: Don't count Arius out, Cris...he is tough. Who knows, he may just score a win over the Adrenaline Champion. If that happens, he'd definitely earn the respect of A LOT of people. In fact, he'd probably jump from the bottom of the barrel, right into the title race with guys like Christopher and Medeiros.

Cris: We'll I'll give him a chance...but I'm not putting any money on him, that's for sure.

Carlos Alberto Ramon vs Arius in a NO DQ non title match

*El Bandido’s music hit’s the stage and the crowd burst into life with boo’s and jeer’s! Carlos Alberto Ramon steps out from behind the curtain with his trademark cocky grin and swagger while wearing a Clique shirt with the slogan “ it’s all for us.. None for you!* on the back, and his Adrenaline title slung over his shoulder as he makes his way down too the ring*


Carlos Ramon: Ola Brendon! How are you feeling amigo? How does it feel knowing that you couldn’t beat me when I wasn’t even at my best?


*Ramon laughs as the crowd boo his every word*


CAR: I warned you chico! I said you would not beat me.. Let’s get real, You honestly believed that because you did okay on the developmental brand that you would be ready too face me? No chance bichano! And then too make it even worse… you lose too Matt Christopher for the chance too be number 1 contender!


*Ramon again starts too laugh*


CAR: So what’s next? I suppose you are going too keep coming out here.. Begging for another chance and telling these fans how amazing they are just like Jack Nicholas and Chris King did before you! Well I’m sick of it.. When will you people realise this is my title.. I’m not losing it anytime soon! Sure you can suck up too creative and get another chance, it makes no difference.. I will beat you again! Do you understand me? I WILL BEAT YOU OR ANYONE ELSE WHO TRIES TOO TAKE MY TITLE!


*Ramon holds his title in there air taunting the crowd while wearing his trademark cocky grin*


CAR: That brings me onto Matt Christopher! So you are next in line are you chico? Is this how bad it’s got.. That anyone can now walk into this company and challenge the best wrestler on the planet for his title! I hope creative realise that if it wasn’t for the pay check I’m getting I would have walked out of this company a long time ago with the way I have been treated, but it’s okay.. Now that the clique is here.. Things are going too change!


*Ramon points too his Clique shirt as the majority of fans boo with a small section trying too start a Clique chant!*


CAR: Well listen up Matt.. Once you step onto the Mat with me

* Ramon winks at the crowd while smiling*

CAR: Then we will see how good you really are! I have a feeling how the outcome will play out… it will result in me hitting the Money Maker..1..2...3 and with me still your ADRENALINE CHAMPION!!!!!!

*Ramon drops the mic and begins too smirk while continuing too taunt the crowd. Just then, Arius' music hits as he runs out to the ring, signaling the start of the match.*



What a shocker, Ramon is dominating the match. He probably could have ended this match thirty seconds in, after he hit a huge DDT, but after that he decided he was going to play with Arius like some sort of toy. He's throwing Arius all over the ring as if he were a doll.

Ramon throws Arius towards the ropes, Arius goes flying off the ropes and back towards Ramon, who hits Arius with a gigantic spinebuster.

Ramon picks Arius up, and hits another DDT.

Now Ramon exists the ring, and grabs a steel chair. This match is a NO DQ match, so that chair is completely legal. Ramon re-enters the ring, and waits for Arius to slowly get up. When he finally does, Ramon knocks him back down with a steel chair shot to the back of the head. Than, Ramon starts beating the back of Arius with the steel chair, leaving his completely incapacitated.

He picks Arius up, and hits another DDT on him, this one straight onto the steel chair.

He covers him now.

1...2...3.

Winner: Carlos Alberto Ramon

Gus: Well I guess you were right, Cris...this was a dominating match.

Cris: This was more than a dominating match, Gus...this was...this shouldn't have even been called a match at all. It looked like Ramon trespassed into a camp for the blind, and then ran down all the kids with his car.

Gus: Well that's a bit of a dark way of looking at it...but it was a very dominating and impressive performance from Alberto Ramon.

Cris: Yeah...so much for Arius proving something...


Gus: Well we just got word that Dave Sullivan will have something to say later on tonight. Rumor has it, that he invited his cousin Broc to Havoc tonight.

Cris: Oh my, that's going to be interesting.

Gus: Yeah, the feud between Sullivan and Broc has surel-

*Hanz Gruber walks out to the ring in street clothes *

Hanz: *talking to a ring attendant* Get me a fucking microphone unless you want a repeat of what happened last week

*The attendant rushes to get Hanz a mic*

Now get the fuck out of here. As I stated not too long ago, I came back to HWA on a mission- to win a fucking title. And in my first match back- I actually won a title shot. Sure, I came out in defeat, but it was a hell of a match. Then the following week I get traded to a second rate HWA show, then I find myself on a fucking losing streak. I'm not really upset with losing that boxing match to be honest.

I'm not a fucking boxer. But my lose against that freak Erebus, that shit is just eating away at me. It's a match I never should have lost. I know I'm better than that. And according to HWA doctors, well they said I wouldn't be cleared to wrestle for quite awhile- which is funny, EWNCW and EWA officials cleared me with flying colours. Needless to say, last week, well I changed their minds. And I got to say, that felt good last week. Losing to that freak Erebus woke something up in me- my sadistic side and there is only one thing left for me to do. End the bastards career- so Erebus, get your ass out here now- I want to show the world that the real fucking Hanz Gruber is back...

*Jarvis Cole appears on the screen*

Cole: Hanz...Erebus will accept your challenge...but...you must meet him the parking lot of the arena.

*Crowd pop*

Hanz: Even better! That freak of yours better be ready for a fight!

*Hanz drops the microphone, and quickly leaves the ring, sprinting to the back*

*Commercial Break*

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Gus: Well ladies and gentlemen before the break, Hanz Gruber came out and challenged Erebus to a match. Then, Jarvis Cole appeared on the big screen, and said that Erebus will only accept that challenge on one condition...they fight in the parking lot. Immediately afterwards, Gruber ran out towards the parking lot.

Cris: I'm excited! I can't wait for this...a parking lot brawl, tonight? I hope they beat the hell out of each other! This might be the first good match of the night, and I have to say...it's about damn time.

Gus: Hanz Gruber has been humiliated by Erebus week after week, and now he's looking for some revenge. What better setting than a parking lot?

Cris: And here he is!

Gruber bursts through the parking lot doors, to see Erebus standing right in the middle of it all...things about about to get violent.

Hanz Gruber vs. Erebus in a Parking Lot Brawl



Erebus and Gruber are beating the hell out of each other in this parking lot. Gruber grabs Erebus, and throws him into a car window. He goes into the trunk of that car, and grabs a crowbar. He takes the crowbar, and whips it towards the legs of Erebus, sending him down to the ground.

"How do you like that, you ugly son of a bitch?" says Gruber, as he continues to pound at the body of Erebus with that iron crowbar.

Gruber picks Erebus up again, and throws him at another car, smashing it's windshield. Both men are bloodied and battered, but only one will win...and right now, it looks like Gruber is finally going to get some justice for all of the humiliation Erebus has given him for the last month.

Erebus is in the middle of the parking lot, trying to get up to his feet, when Gruber gets into a nearby pickup truck. He starts the car up, and starts burning out the tires, waiting until Erebus gets up. When he finally does, Gruber lets go of the brake. The car goes speed forward, flying right into Erebus. The car smashes right into a Mack truck on the other side of the parking lot, sending Erebus going right through the bed of the truck.

Gruber gets out of the car, much more beat up than he was when he enter, and starts stumbling his way towards the rubble from the crash. Erebus' beat down body is somewhere there, but it's impossible to see where with all the smoke and broken metal. Gruber can't find him anywhere, he continues to search all throughout the parking lot, looking for Erebus. He goes right back into the bed of the truck. Right when he goes to look into the dark, broken down bed of the truck, Erebus appears out of nowhere, forcing his hand onto the face of Gruber. He's got the claw locked in, and Gruber has nowhere to go! Blood is pouring out from under the hand of Erebus, that is still locked onto Gruber's face.

He holds it for nearly a whole minute, until he throws Gruber with full force into another car. Gruber's body smacks off of the windshield, as he rolls down onto the ground...

Erebus puts his foot on Gruber...

1...2...3.

Winner: Erebus

Gus: And again, Erebus is the dominant winner! That may have been on of the best matches on Havoc that I've ever seen. Wow, that was...that was brutal?

Cris: This wasn't the main event? Wow, is Gruber OK?

Gus: Well if by some miracle his body is, there is no way that kid's self esteem hasn't been destroyed after that match. Yet again, Erebus dominates Gruber, and no matter how hard he tries, Hanz can't do anything about it?

Cris: That's got to be frustrating. You keep pushing and pushing yourself to win, and yet you're almost there...and out of nowhere, Erebus comes in with that frightening Claw finisher, and takes everyone out. That's just...it's brutal.

*Commercial break*

*Dingo walks out looking slightly confused about things. He hasn't bought Bazza out with him and he doesn't appear to be in his usual drunken state. He walks down to theming and asks for a mic. He gets The mic and rolls into the ring. He climbs up and sits on the turnbuckle in the corner. He raises the microphone to his mouth.*

Dingo: ...

*He says nothing, he shakes his head and lowers the mic. Dingo scratches his head and thinks for a minute before bringing the microphone back up to his mouth once again.*

Dingo: Anonymous? ...

*Dingo lowers the mic again and as before scratches his head for a few moments while he thinks.*

Dingo: I thought Anonymous was a group of Internet geeks... Apparently it's a twenty foot giant with a mask who attacks wrestlers? WHat the fuck IS UP WITH that mate? I'm told that your a big deal mate. I don't see anything that great about you, you're the equivalent of giant Gonzalez; a freakshow at best! Well big man, you made a mistake by coming back to HWA, you made the mistake of trying to make your return at my expense. Yeah you got the shock factor Over me...

Hold up I have to laugh at PAUL PHAROAH FOR A MOMENT ... You may have been a surprise last week, but you wont be getting the best of me again. Anonymous, get the fuck out here right now! Your return has already gone on for way too long. Now it's time for me to put your giant ass down mate and I am not going to wait to do it!

*DINGO throws down the microphone and stares at the entrance ramp in anticipation...

But then, the lights go out.

After about 15 seconds, the lights come back on, and in the ring is a hooded figure*

Dingo: You son of a bitch...you think you scare me? Huh...you think you scare me?!?!

Dingo throws a punch at the hooded figure, but when he does, the robe collapses in thin air, apparently nobody was in it! Dingo backs up now, apparently frightened of what just happened. Dingo slowly leaves the ring, and heads into the back.

Gus: Wow, that was scary.

Cris: What the hell was that thing? Obviously some sort of trick from Anonymous...

Gus: I think it might take awhile to shake this one off, but I have a feel next week, Dingo will be back to trying to get some revenge for the tricks Anonymous has been playing.

*Commercial Break*

[Sully]

Gus: We are live from Indianapolis, Indiana...in Lucas Oil Stadium! Home of the Indianapolis Colts.





This stadium was the host of Superbowl 46, and boy was that a good Superbowl.

Cris: I was commentating that game, Gus...with Al Michaels. That was a great game too, with the Giants winning it all the way. I think the last three times the Giants and Patriots played each other, the games have ended the exact same way, each time...very strange.

Gus: So Cris, how do you think the Colts are looking for this upcoming season?

Cris: Well right now that division is beginning to look like one of the weaker ones of the league. Houston will probably take it by a mile this year, but I can see the Jags giving them a fight. The problem is, Jacksonville doesn't have a Quarterback. Then there is Tennessee, but I don't think they have all the offensive weapons to put a winning season together either.

Gus: It's obvious that Houston will win that division, and if they stay healthy, they're a possible Superbowl contender, but we talked about all of this last Havoc.

Cris: Right, and now to get back to Havoc. The show is almost over...but Dave Sullivan has invited Broc here tonight...and let's cut backstage, as Broc is arriving in his own car now.

A black pick up truck pulls into the arena. Broc gets out wearing his usual Steeler shirt and sweat pants...

He is greeted by two big men, wearing black suits and sunglasses. They shake hands, as they begin to walk towards the ring area. All of a sudden, two more men wearing suits come up behind Broc. All four men are now beating Broc down, one even wielding a steel pipe.

Gus: What the hell! Not this again! They're attacking Broc, Sullivan had this planned!

Cris: We need to get someone back there.

All four men are brutally attacked Broc, and he's in pain. The beating continues, with no one coming to help. Broc is hit repeatedly with numerous punches, kicks, and stomps. To add to it all, he's getting beat down in several places with that steel pipe. One crack from that pipe to the head, caused Broc's skull to bust open. Another swing of that pipe to the chest of Broc, might have broken his ribs.

After a good ten minutes of a pure, interrupted beating, the men finally stop. They all walk away simultaneously, as the show ends.

[Giddy]

Redemption is brought to us this week by Mr. T Cereal!



I pity the fool who doesn't taste this awesome cereal!

[Giddy]

GOD DAMMIT!

I miss page 100 by one page... Unless...

[Giddy]

Van, Chainz, J-Hot, Carlos, & Alex Kidd

Face it- we're better than you

[Giddy]

It's time for Green-emption folks!

What? That wasn't funny?

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