[Fireworks are shooting off in all directions as the official Friday Night Fever theme is booming across the PA system. Cameras are wildly panning around the arena picking up several noticeable signs and fans. Some of them are holding up home man signs such as: �Shark 9:11, ya better call somebody!� and �Curse me King!�. A few other, in attendance, have gone shirtless and have the �IWF 4 LIFE� spelt across their chests. The mood is just right for a promising first event.]

[Cameras slowly focus in on the announcers table at ringside where the two IWF commentators sit; Jim Collins and Vince Richards]

Collins [Yelling to be heard over the crowd]: WOW! Listen to this crowd, Vince, this is incredible!

Richards [Just as loud]: Tell me about it! This place is packed to capacity and is extremely ready and rowdy for the very first ever IWF Friday Night Fever!

Collins: Thetas right, first ever. And do we have a tremendous show planned for tonight. Isn�t that correct, Vince?

Richards: Absolutely! We got a top notch tag match between two fine teams; the Crag Brothers and Thunder and Lightning. Also tonight, we�ll have for you two extremely talented Cruiserweights duke it out, as DA Bitch Niger takes on Crimson Dragon!
And the main event this evening will be something special to watch as Mark �The Shark� Helper, the fan favorite, will meet his challenger...

Collins: And what a challenger that is!

Richards [Giving Jim a serious glare]: ... Randy The Rattlesnake.

Collins: There you have it. This is shaping up to be a very entertaining two hour evening.
Now, to start off the show, here is your beloved IWF Owner, Jon Gerke!

PA System: Sacramento California, please give a warm welcome to your IWF Owner, Jon Gerke!

[As he appears at the top of the entrance ramp, cameras are flashing like crazy, people are screaming like caged animals, and signs are popping up across the audience. This is a truly great ovation.]

Gerke [Now in the ring, reaches for a microphone from one of the stage crew]: Thank you! Thank You! Truly, I thank you for such a warm welcome and ovation. Now I would like to welcome you all to the Inaugural IWF Friday Night Fever!

[Once again the audience erupts with cheers and screams coming from all directions]

Gerke: We have a great show planned for tonight, and it should be a memorable one as should each and every event.
I know you�re all eagerly anticipating the show, so...

[Looking all around the arena]

... Sacramento, California, make some noise and lets get the Fever flowing!

[Commercial Break]

Richards: Welcome back!
So, Jim, what did you think of Mr. Gerke�s opening speech?

Collins: Electrifying! He really got the crowd on their feet. So, without further ado, lets begin the first match.

Richards: Yeah, this one promises to be a real gut-wrencher. The Iceman has really been poking some fun at "The Truck", but I don't know if that was the right thing to do.
Here comes our ring announcer, Kelly Williams, and the head referee, Scottie Willis, so we're about to get underway.

[The scene switches to show the lovely Kelly Williams standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in her hand.]

Williams: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and welcome to the very first IWF official match!

[The crowd claps and cheers in response.]

Williams: Our first match for this evening is a one-fall, no-time-limit contest. Coming down the aisle, hailing from, Myrtle Beach and weighing in at 220... ICE MAN!

["The Glacier", Iceman's theme song, blares over the PA system. There are dark blue lights flashing around, and mist is rising from the entrance ramp.]

Collins: Well, here comes Ice Man. This man has been bragging for awhile, now its time to put up or shut up.

Williams: And his opponent, from Pottsville, Pennsylvania, weighing in at a broad 242 pounds, MATT �THE TRUCK� FOLEY!

["Come With Me" by Puff Daddy, blasts over the speakers. White lasers are shooting around everywhere, and there is a picture of a white bulldog on the jumbotron]

[Matt storms down the ramp, furious with vengeance]

Richards: Business is about to pick up right now. The Truck is looking a just bit pissed off.

[As soon as "The Truck" enters the ring, he is met with furious rights and lefts from The Iceman. Matt, looking like this doesn't faze him a bit, returns the blows with a quick right to the midsection, doubling the Iceman over. Matt, thinking quickly, delivers a bone-cracking swinging neckbreaker.]

Collins: Oh My God!, this crowd is going nuts. This is like Wrestlemania.

[Matt, sensing the opportunity to take a big lead, trys to go for a spear, but The Iceman, thinking ahead, moves out of the way, and "The Truck" gets a mouthful of the mat. Iceman, finally with some momentum, trys and delivers a stunning DDT. The Iceman, now sensing he is firmly in the lead, delivers a quick German suplex. The count, ONE, TWO, KICKOUT!]

Richards: The Truck just won't quit. What a match!

[Iceman, now just trying to slow "The Truck" down, clamps on an arm bar. Matt, not willing to give up yet, uses his massive strength to his advantage, a breaks the hold easily. The Truck, looking furious, delivers a ring-shattering bodyslam. The crowd is going wild. Matt, still peeved about the Iceman's comments, grabs Iceman's legs, and puts on a Boston Crab. The Iceman, in quite a bit of pain, is trying to reach the ropes.]

Collins: Well Vince, I don�t think he can make it.

Richards: No Jim, it doesn�t look that way. There is no way he can grab the ropes from there.

[The referee, sensing that its over, is asking the Iceman if he submits. The Iceman, not willing to submit yet, is still trying to reach the ropes]

Collins: Vince, look at that. Who is that walking down the ramp?

Richards: Its the Doctor. He has a pair of brass knuckles!

(The Doctor quietly enters the ring, and punches Matt right in the head with the knuckles)

Collins: What a cheap shot. I cant believe the ref didn't see that.

[The Doctor quietly sneaks out into the crowd, while The Iceman covers "The Truck"]

Collins: Its got to be over. What a poor way for Matt to lost his first match.

[The count, ONE, TWO, THRE..... KICKOUT!!!!]

Richards: No way! He just kicked out.

["The Truck", still trying to clear his head after the cheap shot, tries to knock the Iceman down with punches to the midsection. The Iceman, laughing because the punches are so weak, they don�t hurt, quickly knees Matt in the stomach and delivers a bone-breaking, POWERBOMB!!!]

Collins: This is it for "The Truck", The Iceman is signaling for the ICE SPLASH!!!

[The Iceman, still laughing at Matt, yells out, "FEEL THE WRATH OF ICE!!!" He jumps and begins his 680 degree flip. He lands JUST AS MATT ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!!]

Richards: The Truck had enough left in him to roll out!!! What a match!!!

[The Truck, sensing its time to win it, kicks Iceman in the stomach, and delivers a DDT]

Collins: THATS THE SETUP!!! Look out, its time for THE MACK TRUCK!!

[Matt, climbs the rope and jumps. He does a clothesline, yet still holds on to THE ICEMAN'S NECK!! The Iceman lands in a heap of pain!]

Richards: I could hear his neck crack all the way out here!

[Matt, looking for the ref to make the count, goes for the pin. ONE, TWO, THREE!]

Richards: "The Truck" has done it, he finally has shut up Iceman.

Collins: Yeah, but what a match. If this is what we are going to see all night tonight, I can't wait for the rest of the matches.

["The Truck" happy with the victory, celebrates in the ring. He watches The Iceman closely as The Doctor comes to help him away]

Richards: You have to watch those two, you never know what they are gonna do.

[Matt, still with his hands raised, leaves the ring, goes up the ramp, and disappears through the curtains]

Collins: What a match, and again, Matt "The Truck" Foley victorious.

[Commercial Break]

Collins: Welcome back, and now its time for our second match. Right now we�re just waiting for Turbo to arrive at ringside for his match with The Doctor.

[The Doctor, waits patiently in the ring for his opponent to arrive.]

PA System: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have just received word that Turbo will be unable to compete in his match tonight do to an injury he has sustained earlier this week. Thank you.

Richards: WOW! This is shocking! Neither of us had received any word of any injury to Turbo. This must have happened sometime today before the show.
If we find out any further details, we�ll let you know immediately any information that may have led to this injury that Turbo has adhered to.

[The Doctor is slowly escorted backstage laughing hideously, and uttering some nonsense that is not understandable.]

Collins [Wide-eyed]: Well, that was surely disappointing. I was really looking forward to that match. That Doctor character is a real psycho. I am just wondering what he is like in the ring.

Richards: Well Jim, looks like you�ll just have to wait till another event.
But now, its time for the next event. Here we�ll see the Crag Brothers face Thunder and Lightning in the first ever tag team match.

[The lights go out, and "Bradshaw�s Theme" begins to play over the PA system. As the Crag Brothers begin to make their way down to the ring, they start spinning their lassoes wildly whipping the ground in front of them.]

[The lights come back on and their hats come off and are tossed nonchalantly in the air.]

[Once again the lights dim, and thunder and lightning can be heard booming across the arena. Suddenly a gigantic lightning bolt laser strikes down from up above and then The Kliq music begins to play. Soon Thunder and Lightning appear and are escorted to ringside by Cindy, their manager. They are wearing Kliq T-Shirts and their usual trunks.]

[DING, DING, DING! The match begins. Jack and Lightning start the fight off for their respected teams. Quickly they go into a lock up, and begin to shove each other around the ring from side to side until Lightning breaks it and executes a powerful shoulder throw.]

[Jack swiftly gets himself back to his feet and being acting like a brawler hitting Lightning with a series of mighty lefts and rights to the midsection. Then he takes his weaken opponent and performs a powerslam on him. Then he goes for the cover. ONE, TWO... KICKOUT!!! Both men get up and tag in their partners. They both waste no time going at each other as they exchange blows to the body. But Thunder showing his strength gets the upper hand and goes for a powerbomb but it is reversed and Jake puts the power and bomb on Thunder! Jake then picks put his man and tags in his team mate.]

[After a bit of double teaming, Jack puts Thunder into a tremendous vertical suplex, and delivers! Next, he climbs the ropes and trys to render a moonsault and Thunder craws off to the side tags in his friend and now Jack is feeling the misfortune of missing the moonsault.]

[Lightning takes his opponent and gets him in a devastating ab-stretch. As Jack screams in pain Jake comes in and kicks Lightning in the face forcing him to break the hold. The ref walks over, not paying attention to the fight, to give Jake a warning. While he is talking Thunder takes a Singapore Cane that he had stowed under the ring and tosses it to Lightning. CRRRACK!!!! A shattering blow to the back of Jack leaving him bleeding and in severe pain. Then, when the ref turns around, Lightning pitches the cane and sets Jack up for the pile driver, a set up to their finisher. BANG!!!! Then he tags in his team mate.]

[Meanwhile, Jake is going wild in the opposite corner, protesting to the ref what had just had happened. But it is hopeless, as Thunder and Lightning set up their finisher The Storm. Lightning pulls the opponent up off the mat and picks him up. While Thunder goes to the top rope. Lightning, when Thunder is ready, throws the opponent in the air. Thunder jumps off the top rope and spears him to the mat. Lightning for the pin ... ONE, TWO, THREE!!!! Its over!!!]

PA System: Here is your winners, Thunder and Lightning!

[Booing and catcalls abruptly erupt from the spectators showing their disapproval.]

Richards: Did you see that?

Collins: See what?

Richards: Thunder ... the Singapore Cane ... THEY CHEATED! They should have been disqualified!

Collins: Well what I saw was that Thunder and Lightning won, and thats the bottom line. It doesn�t matter how you get it done, does it? Well, DON�T ANSWER ME! On to our next match.

Richards: You�re a sick sick man Jim. I don�t think you�re right in the head, and I�m absolutely sure our viewers feel the same way. But before this next match we have a report on what has occurred to Turbo leaving him unable to compete tonight. We have received word that while training for tonight�s competition, he had sprained his lower back while lifting weights. The extent of the injury has been not been determined yet. I guess we�ll just have to wait till later to discovery what has transpired.

Collins: Anyway we now head to the ring where Miss Williams is ready to announce the next competitors.

[In the ring]

Williams: This next match is scheduled for a one-fall, no-time-limit contest. Now entering the arena, from the Middle East and weighing in at 205 pounds, he�s a truly awesome force, ... CRIMSON DRAGON!

[First, the lights start to dim and there is a dragon�s roar and then �Crimson Fire�, his theme, begins to blast throughout the arena. Next, as he is walking down, flames start to shoot along the sides of the ramp. Then, while is he is the middle of the ring, Dragon does an impressive sword show.]

[The lights slowly flicker until they are back to full strength.]

Williams: And now his opponent. Straight from the Ghetto, weighing a beefy 215 pounds and standing 6�2�, a man that claims, �I don�t love dem hoes!�, ... DA BITCH NIGGA!

[The audience is going berserk as Da Bitch Nigga drives his classic, black hummer down to ringside firing a bunch of automatic gunshots from two gun posts on the top.]

[DING, DING, DING! The match begins.]

[The two opponents quickly circle from left to right around the ring trying to size each other and looking for their weak points. First it is Dragon that makes his first move. He grabs Da Bitch Nigga and they lock up, each trying to wear the other down, but it is Crimson Dragon that prevails and he delivers a devastating DDT.]

Collins: Look at the Dragon�s strength! This guy has come to fight!

[Then Crimson Dragon grabs a hold of Da Bitch Nigga�s fuzzy, black, Negro hair and lifts him to his feet. He then proceeds to drive a big knee to the face. The Bitch Nigga shakes it off and looks up when The Dragon spits nastily in his face.]

Richards: Da Bitch Nigga is looking pretty worn out. I don�t know if he�s got it in him to fight back.

Collins: Wait, look at this!

[Dragon then attempts a running leg sweep off the ropes, but Da Bitch Nigga picks up on it right away and executes a back flip over his opponent. He then turns and slugs Crimson Dragon in the mid-section three times, leaving him winded.]

Collins: WOW! HE�S GOING FOR IT! IT�S THE ASS BLASTER, HIS PATENTED MOVE!

Richards: Oh My God! What a turn around!

[After the Ass Blaster is delivered, Da Bitch Nigga is left feeling pretty confident and goes for the cover. ONE, TWO, ..... KICKOUT!!!]

[Then The Dragon is hoisted up into the powerbomb position and... BANG! His body is driven excruitatingly into the mat. Sensing the moment, Da Bitch Nigga goes for the jugular. He scales the turnbuckle and climbs to the second rope. Then he signals for his finisher, The Cronic Stomp!]

Richards: Oh No! This match is over!

[Flying off the rope with such force, Da Bitch Nigga attempts the leg drop. But Crimson Dragon showing much fatigue spins out of the way, leaving his opponent rolling in pain from his mistake.]

[Now it is The Dragon�s turn to deliver. He climbs outside the ring and rising to the top of the turn buckle and performs a critical 360 degree back flip landing on his opponent in the perfect cover position. ONE, TWO, THR..... KICKOUT!!!]

Richards: This is amazing Jim! Neither of them want to submit!

Collins: Don�t worry, I got a feeling that this match is in the Dragon�s hands now.

[Crimson Dragon, showing such tiredness and fatigue, looks at his wounded adversary laying motionless on the ground. Then, with his last bit of energy, picks up his man, stands him up, bounces off the ropes behind him and delivers his Triple Dragon Kick while running spryly toward him.]

[ONE, TWO, THREE!!! That fans go crazy as The Dragon�s music is blaring throughout the arena.]

Richards: Its over! Dragon wins!

[Crimson Dragon, accepts the victory and slowly walks out of the ring, past the hummer, and then backstage with all the pride in the world.]

Collins: What a match! Once again, Crimson Dragon is victorious over Da Bitch Nigga.

Richards: What a hell of a fight that was. Now, we will go on to the next match, Mr. Superstar vs. King Soloman.

[In the background, stage crew is removing the hummer and they are also helping Da Bitch Nigga backstage.]

Collins: Yes, this match does have promise to be one of the best matches on tonight's card. This is the setup match for tonight's main event, which features Randy "The Rattlesnake" vs. Mark "Da Shark" Hepler.

[The camera scans over the crowd, picking up signs saying "I'm Cursed 4 Life", "Gerke 4 Prez", "I'm A Part of The Truck Clan", and "When You Hear the Glass, Its Time To Open Up a Can of Whoop Ass".]

Collins: Well, Its time for the fight.

[The lights go out, and "Ghetto Superstar" begins to play over the PA system. There is a short laser show, and then Mr. Superstar walks out.]

[As Mr. Superstar walks down to the ring to a long fireworks display.]

[Mr. Superstar stands impatiently in the ring, while he awaits the arrival of King Soloman.]

Collins: Well, where is the King??

[All of a sudden, you hear a voice over the PA system call out the name Mr. Superstar.]

Richards: Hey. I know that voice. It's Jon Gerke, the IWF Owner. If he is here to say something, it must be very important.

PA System: Mr. Superstar, I am here to inform you that your match tonight has been pushed back to a later date, due to an unfortunate accident that happened to King Soloman in the weight room today. Your match has therefore been postponed until next Friday.

[Severe booing and obscene gestures fill the arena with disgust.]

Collins: The crowd is really angry at King here, I wonder how this accident occurred?

Richards: I�d like to know myself. That makes two injuries for tonight.
Well, after this short commercial break we�ll have the match of the evening as Mark "The Shark" Hepler is set to meet Randy "The Rattlesnake".

[Commercial Break]

Collins: Welcome back viewers! Now is the moment that you all have been waiting for, tonight�s Main Event!
So, lets head down to the ring where the owner of the IWF is set to announce the competitors.

[All cameras pan around so that they can get a better shot of Mr. Gerke.]

Gerke: Ladies and Gentlemen, children of all ages, it is now time for this evening�s main event!

[Total chaos fills the arena as Mr. Gerke is set to announce the two men.]

Gerke: This watch is more than just for a win, this is a match for pride, dignity, and this is a match to prove who has what it takes to be the IWF�s number wrestler!
Now making his way to the ring, being escorted by the BOC along with his manager, Alexis Diamond, ... he weighs in at a buff 270 pounds, and he asks the question, �Are you ready for my revenge?�, he is... RRRRRRANDY THE RRRRRRATTLESNAKE!

[Randy and the Brothers of Chaos make their way down to ring while Randy is carrying a bat just for a little protection. His music is blazing and bright, white flares are being set off in all directions around the figures.]

Gerke: And his opponent, the current AWF Television Champion and a man that will lay down for no one, he is weighing in at 252 pounds and is hailing from Cressona, Pennsylvania, he is ... MARK �THE SHHHHARRRK� HEPLER!

[�Hell Frozen Over� blasts out over the PA System as the fans are going wild. Then, a long, black limo pulls up at ringside. Several people get out including Jay Leno host of The Tonight Show.]

Leno [Pointing at the limo]: Your AWF TV Champion, Mark �Da Shark� Hepler!!!!!!

[Randy is scanning the car, with his eyes, along with the BOC, from front to back. But no Hepler. He is in complete shock.]

Collins: Where is Hepler!?!?

Richards: Wait a moment. There he is!

[Hepler then pops up from under the ring and jumps in the ring and pounces on Randy, delivering rights and lefts to his cowering body. Randy is then lifted up and is thrown into the ropes where Hepler catches him and executes a devastating swinging neck breaker.]

[Hepler goes right for the pin. ONE, TWO, ..... KICKOUT!!! Mark then walks around the ring being careful to keep away from the BOC outside the ring. Then when Randy gets up, Hepler continues to keep the momentum in his favor and puts him into a wicked Vertical Suplex. He then attempts to bounce off the ropes when his leg is grabbed by Ice Man outside the ring. Mark just shakes it off and gives him the finger.]

[Meanwhile, Randy is just getting up and his wife Alexis is distracting the ref. Then when Hepler is not looking The Rattlesnake gives him a running clothesline that knocks him outside the ring. There the Doctor and the rest of the BOC dismantle Hepler with chairs and steel steps, leaving him bloody from head to toe.]

Richards: OH THE CARNAGE! This is a bloodfest! Turn around ref! Look at this!

Collins: What are you talking about, this is great! The Shark is finally getting what he deserves.

[Collins leaves the table and proceeds to pick up a chair and smash it over Hepler�s head, leaving he barely conscious.]

Collins [Now back in his seat.]: That felt good! Go get em BOC!

Richards: MY GOD! YOU ARE A SICK MAN!

[Then the ref turns around shocked at what has happened behind his back. Randy is just sitting in the ring cheering his fellow mates on. Then Hepler�s tattered, bloody carcass is tossed back in the ring.]

Ref [To Hepler]: Can you continue son? Or should I call the match.
[No answer.]
Son, should I call the match?

Mark �The Shark�: Oh Hell No!

[Randy then continues to pick Hepler up and powerslams him into the mat. Blood splashes everywhere. Then he goes for the pin. ONE, TWO, THRE..... KICKOUT!!! The Rattlesnake then puts Hepler into Head Lock which is quickly broken. He then takes The Shark and uses his strength to toss him into the corner and then attempts a splash.]

[Hepler, with little energy that he has, moves out of the way and Randy hits the corner, HARD!!! Both men are down. But Hepler uses the ropes and climbs to his feet shocking everyone in the arena. Dripping with blood he lifts The Rattlesnake and places him against the turnbuckle and delivers punishing kicks and punches right in the gut. Directly after performing that Hepler performs a Sidewalk Slam which leaves Randy The Rattlesnake is severe pain, but not half as bad at what Hepler is feeling.]

Collins: This is amazing! The Shark is working on pure adrenaline!

[Hepler then falls down on top of his opponent to try to get the pin for the win. ONE, TWO, ..... KICKOUT!!! Both men get up and lock up. Then Randy, with more energy, pushes Hepler in the ropes where Alexis Diamond gives him a low blow. Hepler now facing near death if he continues is dragged out to the middle of the ring and stood up.]

[Then Ice Man yells to the ref to distract him and the Doctor gets into the ring with Randy�s Louisville Slugger and takes a powerful swing at Hepler. But he ducks and the swing hits Randy knocking him to the mat.]

[The Doctor, stunned, looks down at the bat. Bad decision. Hepler then takes him and tosses him on top of the other BOC members trying to get into the ring.]

Richards: Unbelievable, this guy just won�t quit!

Collins: Oh my, look at this. He�s climbing the ropes! Its time for the Bottom Line!

[With the last bit of his energy, the Shark flys off the rope with a combination of grace and power.]

Richards: Oh! Perfectly executed! ONE, TWO, THREE!!! SHARK WINS, SHARK WINS!!!

[Shark�s music begins to play, but can hardly be heard because of the noise from the crowd. A righteously enormous hurrah for such a great fight.]

PA System: The winner of this match, ... MARK �THE SHARK� HEPLER!!!!!!

[Now racing down the ramp comes the Kliq, led by Mr. Superstar to come to Hepler�s aid. Soon both stables begin to quarrel.]

Collins: All Hell has broken loose! Thats it for tonight! See you all next time! Good Night and Good Fight!
[Fading out]..... oh my god..... he�s got a chair.....

[End of Telecast]