(Really heavy, heavy metal, composed by IWA people, blares through the PA. The music is accompanied by the shot of a screaming crowd at the ACC. We get a shot of the NOT3 set. Two giant, evil looking pumpkins are on either side of the entranceway. Orange, red and black are this PPV's colors, it seems. We cut to Rick and Eddie.)

Rick: Welcome fans, to our first PPV of 2001!

Eddie: And our last!

Rick: That's true. Eddie, what was that with Vincent?

Eddie: Some dumbass playing a trick on the boss. Whoever it was, he should be fired.

Rick: No. I mean, he ran away from a little girl!! HA!

Eddie: Hey! That was a very frightening looking little girl, Rick. You and I would have done the same thing!

Rick: Yeah right. Well fans, we have a helluva PPV lined up. But you already know that. The big news we have is that Outkast has beaten Jason Ramsey for the NWA World title at Halloween Hell. Therefore, he will defend tonight against Byron Tanis.

Eddie: WOOOOOOO!!

(We cut to the back. Vincent is in tears in his office, cuddled in Nailz' arms.. Nailz is patting him on the back gently.)

Vincent: It was so scary. The monster was 12 feet tall, at least. It had big red eyes, like the fire of hell . . . and a skirt.

Nailz: There there. There there.

Rick: HE SPEAKS!

(Suddenly, Evan Hurley flies in the office.)

Evan: Vincent!

Vincent: What? Can't you see I'm busy?

(Vincent jumps out of Nailz' arms and fumbles with his papers, making an attempt to look occupied. Evan looks away in shame. This is his boss?)

Evan: Listen Vincent, I just got word from some reporter type guy. He said that Outkast isn't it, and won't be here!

Vincent: What??? That's absurd. He's not here now, but he will be. He is contracularly obligated!

Eddie: Big funny words.

Evan: The reporter said that the front office didn't notify Outkast of this defense.

Vincent: That's ridiculous! Now, if you'll excuse me...

(A tear forms in his eyes. His voice falls apart.)

Vincent: I have work to do.

(Vincent runs into Nailz' arms again. Hurley shakes his head, embarrased by the situation. He heads out of the office.)

Evan: Go to the IWA, he said. Vincent is the best, he said. Shit!

(Cut to ringside.)

Rick: Well, I don't know what to make of that.

Eddie: He's just a little emotional, Rick!

Rick: Not that, you fool! The rumors that Outkast won't show!

Eddie: Oh.

Rick: Well, I hope he does. Our fans paid good money for this show.

Eddie: Yeah yeah. HARDCORE MATCH!

Rick: Off we go!

(A brief Deja-Vu/Barcode history package plays, including scenes from Extreme title battle royal and their tag match, as well as the announcements of the stipulations. We return to ringside to find four flaming tables around ringside. A couple of officials open bags and throw around thumbtacks.)

Eddie: Rick . . . I'm gonna faint . . . I'm so excited . . .

Rick: Hehe. Yeah, me too.

(The lights dim down. We hear a voice begining to speak as thunder and lightning begins to fill the arena. People aren't sure exactly what to think of this man known simply as Deja Vu.)

Voice: Some of you in the IWA are going to find out first hand what the feeling of deja-vu is all about. The feeling that you have been in the ring with me once before but unable to figure out where, when, how, and why. But then there is a special message just for you

(More lightning and thunder )

Voice: I know that you are out there, I can feel you now. I know that you are afraid, you are afraid of me, you are afraid of change. I don't know the future, I didn't come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it is going to begin. I am going to show the people of the IWA what you don't want them to see, I am going to show them a world without you.

(Now the lightning flashes are striking the entrance ramp.)

Voice: A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries. A world where anything is possible. Where we go from there is a choice that I will leave up to you. That is when we finally do face each other

(At that point Deja Vu finally makes his way out from behind the curtain and down the entrance ramp. "What Will Become" by Fear Factory begins to play as the 6'5 270 pound masked wrestler makes his way towards the ring. His long black hair is hanging down to his shoulders from under his mask and he is also wearing long black pants with Deja Vu running down the sides. He finally enters the ring and the voice comes back on for one more thought to the people.)

Voice: Free your mind for I am already here

The bigscreen comes alive with "Free Your Mind"~Deja Vu November 18th 2001

Voice: The unveiling is closer than you could ever possibly know.

Rick: Tonight, Eddie. Tonight is the night we will know who Deja Vu is.

Eddie: It's Benson.

Rick: It's obviously not Benson, Eddie.

Eddie: No, it's pretty obviously Benson, actually.

Rick: There's just nothing I can say.

[The lights cut out. "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys slowly starts to fade into hearing range]

I can't stand it I know you planned it /But I'm gonna set it straight, this watergate /I can't stand rocking when I'm in here /Because your crystal ball /Ain't so crystal clear

[The lights flicker.]

So while you sit back and wonder why /I got this fucking thorn in my side /Oh my God, it's a mirage /I'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage

[The lights flicker faster. Bright. Dark. Brighter. Dark. Even Brighter. Dark. Then an explosion rocks the arena as the lights slowly grow brighter. Mike Barcode walks out, and stops at the top of the ramp. Baseball bat in hand, he breathes deep, and continues to the ring.]

So listen up 'cause you can't say nothin' /You'll shut me down with a push of your button? /But I'm out and I'm gone /I'll tell you now I keep it on and on

[Barcode enters the ring, jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle, and stares at the crowd. He gets back down, and stands center ring, ready to bash with the bat.]

DING DING DING!

Rick: And we are set!

Eddie: WOOO!

(Barcode spins the bat around, challenging Deja Vu. DV smiles and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a folding steel chair and slides back in. He swings it around, willing to duel it out. Barcode swings with the bat, but he misses. DV attacks but Barcode blocks with the bat. DV kicks Barcode in the stomach, causing him to drop his bat. DV drops Barcode with a stiff shot to the head. Barcode gets up, but is tossed into the ropes. He comes back, and DV with a go-behind. He applies a full-nelson and rams Barcode face first into the turnbuckle. Then, he drops Barcode with a side-Russian legsweep.)

Rick: Nice bit of wrestling there from the man known only as Deja Vu.

Eddie: And Dan Benson.

(Barcode rolls out of the ring. He takes a handful of thumbtacks from the ground and tosses them at Deja Vu's face. DV holds his face in pain. Barcode rolls back in the ring and grabs a hold of his bat. DV turns around and WHAM!)

Eddie: WHAM!

Rick: What a shot to the stomach. Brutal. Just brutal.

(Barcode swings with another shot, clipping Deja Vu's legs, and dropping him to the mat. He climbs to the top rope. Barcode glances at the crowd begin leaping backwards with a moonsault.)

Rick: Deja Vu gets the knees up! Barcode's in trouble.

(DV brings Barcode up. He slams him down in the center of the ring. DV places the chair on his body and begins climbing the ropes.)

Eddie: I've seen this before.

(Deja Vu leaps off with a legdrop, but Barcode shoves the chair in his face before rolling out of the way.)

Rick: Great counter from the Extreme champ.

(Barcode pulls Deja Vu up and tosses him over the top rope. DV lands hard on a pile of thumbtacks. He gets to his feet, revealing dozens of tacks stuck in his body.)

Eddie: Now THAT's what I like to see.

Rick: You're sick, Eddie.

Eddie: I sure am.

(Barcode smiles at his opponent's troubles. Barcode bounces off the ropes and charges. He leaps over the top rope with a suicide dive.)

Rick: Deja Vu catches him! POWERSLAM THROUGH A FLAMING TABLE!!!

Eddie: OH MY GOD! Look at Barcode squirm!!

(Barcode is lit on fire. The only thing he can do is stop drop and roll... on the thumbtacks! He puts out the flames, but receives a load of tacks in his body for his troubles.)

Rick: This is nuts. Who would sanction a match like this?

Eddie: The I-W-A!

(Deja Vu rolls Barcode in the ring. He slides in after, and covers.)

1...................2....................kickout.

(Deja Vu brings Barcode back up. He stuffs his head between his legs, hoists him up and powerbombs him to the mat. He again covers.)

ONE.................TWO................THR-kickout!

Rick: A couple nearfalls there. Almost had a winner already.

(Deja Vu again pulls his opponent up. He tosses Barcode into the ropes and follows with a charge. But Barcode counters with a back-body-drop over the top rope. Deja Vu lands awkwardly on his feet. Barcode with a baseball slide dropkick sends DV into the railing. Barcode rolls out of the ring and grabs a TV monitor. He nails DV in the head with a solid shot, sending him over the railing into the crowd. Barcode hops on top of the railing and leaps off connecting with a flying clothesline.)

Rick: These men have worked their way into the crowd.

Eddie: Bloody and all. Heh.

(Barcode grabs a chair and begins wailing away at Deja Vu. One shot after another, after another. Finally, he pulls DV back up and tosses him back to ringside. Barcode follows over. He brings Deja Vu to a second flaming table. Barcode hoists him over his head for a powerbomb, but DV squirms out. He shoves Barcode towards the table. Barcode knocks the table over, and in the process, puts out the flame.)

Eddie: HEY!

(Deja Vu grabs Barcode by the tights and tosses him back first against the ring. Now, DV grabs a handful of thumbtacks and stuffs them DOWN the back of Barcode's tights!)

Rick: Oh lord! What is he doing?

Eddie: And you say I'm sick!

(DV rolls him in the ring. Barcode holds his ass, obviously being pricked by the tacks. DV grabs Barcode in a full-nelson and slams him ass first into the mat. Barcode rolls onto his stomach, his hands firmly holding his rear. His tights slowly begin to stain a shade of red.)

Rick: That'll do it.

Eddie: I guess so!

(Deja Vu rolls out of the ring. He grabs a hold of one of the two remaining flaming tables, and pulls it to the other one, at the end of the entrance ramp. Both tables are placed directly next to each other.)

Rick: Well. That could become interesting.

(In the ring, Barcode removes the thumbtacks in his pants, one at a time, grimmacing for each one.)

Eddie: I feel his pain. I really do.

(Deja Vu climbs on the apron. Barcode quickly grabs his bat and nails him in the stomach. DV is still on the apron, however. Barcode drops his neck against the top rope, and DV hangs lifelessly. Barcode climbs to the top rope now. He points to Deja Vu, who hangs over the top rope. Barcode leaps off and nails a guillotine legdrop. Deja Vu is flung inside the ring.)

Rick: Beautiful legdrop.

Eddie: I agree. Where's my onion?

Rick: Huh?

Eddie: You know. The groupies and the hoopies!

Rick: Ahem. Back to the match.

(Barcode rolls out of the ring and grabs the ringsteps. He tosses them over the ropes. They land on top of Deja Vu. Barcode rolls in climbs to top rope. Deja Vu lays motionless on the mat as Barcode stares down upon him.)

Rick: Here we go!

(Barcode leaps off and splashes on top of the steps and Deja Vu. Clearly, it hurt him asweel. Both men are down.)

Eddie: What a foolish move.

Rick: I don't think it was . . . Barcode is crawling over . . . he tosses his arm over Deja Vu's chest!

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Eddie: That was close, Rick. Frickin' close.

(Barcode pulls DV back up. He goes for a DDT, but DV blocks and low blows Barcode. Both men drop to the mat.)

Rick: The always helpful lowblow.

Eddie: Always frroosh.

Rick: Always fresh.

Eddie: Always frroosh.

Rick: . . . I appologize, fans.

(Barcode returns to his feet first, followed by DV afterwards. Barcode swings, but it's ducked. Deja Vu with a belly-to-back suplex. He rolls out of the ring and pulls out a shopping cart from under the ring.)

Rick: Now where did that come from?

Eddie: Commisso's, Rick.

Rick: Okay.

(Deja Vu tosses it in the ring. He rolls in the ring, and Barcode tosses the cart at his head. Deja Vu goes down. Barcode in a football stance in the corner of the ring, waiting for DV to return to his feet.)

Rick: Barcode setting up for a spear, I imagine.

(DV gets to his feet, and Barcode charges. But Deja Vu leaps out of the way, and Barcode spears himself into the shopping cart. He's trapped.)

Eddie: WOOOOO! Hehe.

(Barcode runs around the ring, his upper body caught in the cart. Deja Vu takes the baseball bat, and nails Barcode! He is knocked back into the ropes. Barcode flings back into another shot, denting the cart again.)

Rick: Mike Barcode is in a LOAD of trouble here.

Eddie: Every single bat shot takes so much out of Barcode.

(Barcode falls to the mat after a third bat shot. He is lifeless, and still trapped. Deja Vu raises his arms and points to the two flaming tables. He pulls Barcode. Deja Vu hoists Barcode over his head, shopping cart and all, charges towards the ropes and tosses him over them. Barcode flies through the air magnificantly before crashing through both flaming tables.)

Rick: OH MY GOD! WHAT A SIGHT!

Eddie: Rick, I think he's dead!

Rick: He's not moving! He's not moving at all! The fire is engulfing him.

(The ref, seeing Barcode being burned by flames, yet remaining motionless, calls for the bell to end the brutality that is this match. Security at ringside rush towards him and put out the flames with fire extinguishers.)

Rick: Deja Vu wins the Extreme title!

Eddie: Amazing! I can't get over that last spot. That was insane looking. A man trapped in a shopping cart being hurled 15 feet in the air through a set of flaming tables.

Rick: That's definitely a sight, I won't soon forget.

Eddie: Dan Benson is our new Extreme champ.

Rick: IT'S NOT BENSON!

Eddie: . . . Sorry, Rick. Don't bite my ass.

Rick: Sorry. I'm just a bit edgy after seeing that match.

Eddie: Understandable.

(The scene changes to the inside of Chris Fury�s dressing room. He is sitting in a chair lacing up his boots and standing beside him is his friend Johnny Cocaine. Fury looks up towards Cocaine and starts talking to him.)

Chris Fury: Like I said earlier man, just stay in the back for the match. Only come out if some mother fucker wants to interfere and try to screw with me.

Johnny Cocaine: Ok. But are you sure?

Fury: I�m positive. No one out there wants to accept the fact that I am truly the IWA Cruiserweight Champion. I want to shut them up once and for all by beating Burke, and Saunders asses on my own tonight. Only come down if someone else gets involved.

Cocaine: Ok dude, if you insist.

Fury: I do.

(Johnny Cocaine nods and walks out of the room as Fury continues to tie his boots.)

(We return to ringside.)

Rick: Johny Cocaine, eh?

Eddie: Fury better watch out for those drug tests.

Rick: Maybe if he didn't party so much, he'd win more matches.

Eddie: Heheh. Well anyway, up next, Extreme title match!

Rick: Eddie, that just happened.

Eddie: I know, but I wanna see it again.

Rick: I see. But what REALLY is next is our International title match.

Eddie: Buzz Tyler. Ugh.

Rick: Yeah. Well, he's gonna go against former International champ, and a wrestler I really enjoy watching, in Logan.

Eddie: BIASSED!

Rick: Shut up, Eddie. You're biassed to the point where you bet on the damn matches...openly!

Eddie: Hey! I don't do that anymore. And you're right, anyway. Logan will win.

Rick: I didn't say that.

Eddie: Yes you did.

Rick: . . .

Eddie: You know, if Buzz wins this match, he'll become an IWA triple crown winner!!

Rick: Yeah. The only other wrestler to do so, to the best of my knowledge, is Dale Lewis.

Eddie: Ugh! Buzz can't win! It'll be a mockery to our sport!

Rick: Wrestling's not a sport, Eddie!

Eddie: Uh...

Rick: Oh.. I mean... shit! There's a pay cut.

Eddie: Ahem.

Rick: To the ring.

(The familiar rockin' guitar intro to Lenny Kravitz, "Are You Gonna Go My Way" blares over the PA. The boos are inevitable. Buzz Tyler steps out, soaked in water. Or sweat. Who knows what he does backstage.)

Eddie: GO AWAY BUZZ! GO AWAY BUZZ!

(Buzz slowly heads to the ring. The chant begins to pick up. Soon, the whole crowd chants along with Eddie.)

Eddie: GO AWAY BUZZ! GO AWAY BUZZ!

(Buzz laughs it off. He reaches ringside and enters the ring. Buzz is about to do a pose, before glancing over at Eddie.)

Eddie: Don't look at me, swine!

(Buzz slides out of the ring and stands in front of the announce table.)

Rick: Good job, Eddie. Bring him here.

(Buzz grabs Eddie by the collar and pulls him up close.)

Buzz: Listen, Ed! I've had about enough of you. It's time you pay your respect!

(Buzz pulls back to clock Eddie, when "What's This Life For" by Creed, rips through the PA. Buzz drops Eddie, and turns around. Logan is sprinting down the aisle.)

Rick: We're gonna start this quick!

(Logan runs around ringside and leaps at Buzz, tackling him down. The crowd cheers as Logan rocks Buzz with right hand after right hand. Eventually, Logan rolls in the ring. He raises his arms to a pop.)

Eddie: I hate Buzz Tyler!

Rick: Eddie . . . sit down! Where . . . where are you going?

(Eddie folds up his chair. He stands in front of Buzz, waiting for him to rise to his feet. When he does, Eddie CLOCKS him with the chair. The crowd bursts into cheers.)

Rick: Ha! That's how ya do it!

(Screaming at Buzz, Eddie picks him up and rolls him in the ring.) DING DING DING

(Logan is quick to cover.)

Rick: For the International Title!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! Buzz kicks out!

Eddie: (putting his headset back on) WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Rick: I don't like you as an aquaintance, a co-worker, or even person, Eddie. But that was a great thing you just did!

Eddie: Teach him to touch me!

(In the ring, Logan picks up Buzz. He whips him into the corner. Logan charges, and connects with a splash. He grabs Buzz's arms and rolls back, shooting Buzz over him onto his back. Logan is quickly back up. He hops onto the second rope and leaps backwards with a moonsault. Buzz moves.)

Rick: He narrowly missed that one, Eddie.

Eddie: Yeah, I know. I AM watching, you know.

(Buzz returns to his feet, rattled from Eddie's chair shot. Logan follows. Buzz swings, connecting with a right hand. He goes for a second, but it's blocked. Logan throws a right of his own, wobbling Buzz. Logan whips Buzz into the ropes. The former International champ leaps for a dropkick, but Buzz catches him in mid-move. Buzz quickly drops him face first on the mat.)

Rick: What a counter. I'm not sure if I've ever seen someone counter a dropkick like that before.

(Buzz stomps away on Logan. He relinques and stares at the booing crowd. Deciding to piss off the crowd further, Buzz stomps away on Logan once more. Logan, however, fights to his feet. He blocks everything Buzz throws at him, and gains the upper hand with a stiff European uppercut. Logan hits a few knife-edge chops, knocking Buzz back a bit. But Buzz comes right back, raking the face of his opponent. He snapmares Logan to the mat. Buzz bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Logan in the back of the head. Logan falls fully onto his back. Buzz drops an elbow, and rolls out of the ring, pulling Logan partially out.)

Rick: Logan's head is hanging off the apron. Buzz with an elbow to the face. Vicious looking. And another.

Eddie: He's gonna break Logan's nose that way!

(Buzz pulls Logan out of the ring fully. He pulls Logan to his feet and whips him into the steel steps. Buzz smiles at a booing fan, before charging at Logan. Logan is ready though, and charges right back, spearing Buzz to the ground.)

Eddie: What a spot by Logan, getting out of that situation.

Rick: Now it's Buzz who is in trouble. Logan pulls Buzz to his feet, and smashes his head off the top of the guardrail. Again! Buzz is bleeding!

Eddie: Ha! Good.

(Logan grates Buzz's head over the railing, attempting to widen the cut. He rolls Buzz in the ring. Logan quickly hops to the top rope. He leaps off, and connects with a huge splash.)

Rick: What airtime! Here's a cover!

(1..........................2...................... kickout by Buzz.)

Eddie: Keep workin' him, Logan. You'll get him. He's not very good!

(Logan pulls Buzz up. He calls for the Amnesia.)

Rick: Logan's going for his finisher, the reverse tornado DDT!

(Logan spins Buzz's head around, and runs up the ropes. But Buzz counters, tossing Logan over the ropes to the outside. Logan crashes hard on the floor.)

Eddie: Damn! That didn't look pretty.

(Buzz regains his composure, while waiting for Logan to rise to his feet. He does, and Buzz attacks with a baseball slide dropkick. He connects, sending Logan crashing into the railing. Buzz now rips off the matting on the floor.)

Rick: What the hell is he doing? Is he trying to injure Logan?

Eddie: You can't figure that out by yourself?

Rick: Well, yeah. But...

Eddie: Budadada! Quiet!

(Buzz grabs Logan by the hair, pulling him up. He stuff's Logan's head under his arm. The ref tries to stop push. But no one notices. Buzz lifts Logan up for a vertical suplex, but Logan blocks. Logan punches Buzz in the stomach. He lifts Buzz in the air and drops him stomach first on the exposed concrete.)

Eddie: HA! That's the way to do things!

(Logan pulls Buzz up and rolls him back in the ring. He follows. Logan lets Buzz spend his energy, getting to his feet. He stomps Buzz in the stomach. Logan with a double-underhook. He hoists Buzz up, and drops him on the back of his head.)

Rick: Variation of a brainbuster there. Sweet lookin' one, at that.

(Logan hooks the legs.)

ONE!
TWO!
kickout

(He pulls Buzz up, and quickly DDT's him down. Logan points to the top rope, much to the crowd's satisfaction. He begins climbing.)

Rick: Logan wants to end this thing right now.

Eddie: He's taking to long. Don't play the crowd! Win the match!

(Logan doesn't listen. Probably because he didn't hear Eddie. Or he doesn't care. Either way, Buzz has time to get to his feet. Buzz walks up behind Logan, as he stands, facing the crowd on the top rope. Buzz hoists him up and drops him with a HUGE powerbomb off the top rope!)

Rick: Wow! What impact!

Eddie: He's going for the cover!

(Buzz covers, putting both his legs on the second rope for momentum.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Rick: He won! Buzz won the match! He's the International champion!

Eddie: No! He cheated! He cheated! NOOO!!!

Rick: Buzz Tyler does it, although not honorably.

Eddie: I demand a recount!

Rick: What?

Eddie: This is a sad, sad time.

(A shot of Buzz Tyler. He raises the International title high in the air. Boos follow. Logan slowly gets to his feet. Buzz grabs the title and clocks Logan in the skull. The impact sends Logan flying out of the ring.)

Rick: What the hell was that? You already won the match, Buzz! That was ridiculous!

Eddie: I hate Buzz Tyler!

(Cut backstage. There, we see Adam knight. The crowd cheers. Adam, The Revolution, is sitting peacefully, preparing for certain.)

(Then, a knock. In walks The Boog-man. Another pop. Adam stands. The two look at each other.)

Boog: That was a noble thing you did on Rush, Adam.

Adam: It was the only thing I could have done. And hey, friends are forever, right?

(Boog gets a half-smile.)

Boog: Sometimes. Hopefully, in our case, that will ring true.

(Adam smiles back. Boog pats him on the back, and turns around. Adam stops him.)

Adam: Good luck later on, Boog.

Boog: Yeah, same goes for you. You're gonna need it.

(The two chuckle. Boog walks out. Back to ringside.)

Rick: Mutual respect between the two. Despite Vincent's efforts, they're both very tight still. Perhaps even tighter.

Eddie: I hate them both. Mostly Boog.

Rick: Up next, the Cruiserweight title is on the line.

Eddie: SWEET! This is their time to shine!

(We return to the first Rush of the new era. The cruiserweight elimination match. We see Saunders pinning Blade, winning the Cruiserweight belt. Than, the following week, he successfully defends against Chris Fury. A few more bits follow, with Fury randomly attacking Saunders, the final of them being Fury costing Saunders the Cruiserweight title, in a match against Adam Burke, crowning Burke the new champ. To ringside.)

(The house lights of the arena dim and the whole arena becomes dark except for the entrance area, which is lit up with red lights.)

Eddie: This is scary!

Rick: Shut up Eddie�.

(Numbers now appear on the video screen and begin to count down as a voice says them.)

8, 7, 6, 6, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0�.

(Suddenly flaming bursts of pyro shoot up from the entrance area.)

Eddie: BOOM!!!

(�The Heretic Anthem� by Slipknot blasts over the speakers, and the whole arena is lit up with red and white strobe lights. Chris Fury walks into the arena, which suddenly is filled with hateful boo�s and shouts of profanity from the fans.)

Eddie: They better watch their mouth, they�re on TV!

Rick: You�re one to talk Eddie.

Eddie: Shut up.

Rick: And this is pay per view anyway. You can get away with saying anything.

Eddie: Fuck yes!

(Fury is wearing a black Soulfly tee shirt, and a pair of black wide leg pants. He begins to slowly walk to the ring as the fans boo at him and cuss him out. Fury just laughs to himself at their ignorance.)

Rick: Well for months we�ve heard Fury whining about how this title is his and he�s been getting screwed week after week. Tonight is his big opportunity; let�s see if he can back up his talk.

Eddie: Oh don�t worry Rick. He will! He will!

Rick: We will see.

# Word up son, word...

Rick: It's Showtime!

Eddie: That was so corny.

[The lights in the arena suddenly dim down to blackness. The fans begin to cheer at the sounds of the opening of the song. Soon there after there is a large white pyro that ignites at the top of the stage to go along with some fire works.]

[a Mixture of bass and fireworks shaks the arena.]

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

# Yeah, to all the killa's and the hundred dolla billa's
# For Ni**a's who ain't got no feelin's..

[Boom.]

# Check it out now.

[Out from the back walks Matt "Showtime" Saunders. He wears his tradition wrestling attire. He stands on top of the stage and begins to soak up the cheers from the crowd. He begins to nod his head a bit to the beat and walks towards the ring.]

# I got you stuck off the realness
# We be the infamous, ya heard of us
# Official Queensbridge murdera's

# The Mobb comes equipped forwarfare, beware
# Of my crime family with nuff shots to share
# For all those, who wanna profile and pose
# ROCK YOU IN FACE STAB your brain with your nose bone.

# You all alone in these streets cousin
# Everyman for they selves in this land we be gunnin'
# And keep then show crews runnin' like they supposed too
# They come around but they never come close too

# I can see it in side your face, you in the wrong place
# Cowards like you, just get they whole bodies laced up
# With bvulletholes and such
# Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched.

# You could put your whole army....against my team and...
# I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin.

[Saunders is now at the ring. He steps inside and climbs up the turnbuckle. He raises both his arms high to another ovation for the crowd.]

Eddie: Elimination style means more wrestling action for us.

Rick: And for Vincent! He'll be at that computer for hours.

Eddie: What computer?

(The lights go completely black, filling the arena with darkness. It last for a few seconds, when the roar of a tiger fills the ears of all in the arena. Suddenly blue light pulsates to the opening riffs of �Eye of the Tiger� by Survivor.)

Risin' up, back on the street / Did my time, took my chances / Went the distance now I'm back on my feet / Just a man and his will to survive

(Blue fireworks blast and the lights fade up to reveal �The Tiger� Adam Burke on the entrance ramp, with Brandy once again at his side.)

So many times it happens too fast / You trade your passion for glory / Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past / You must fight just to keep them alive

(The arena fills with applause as the rising new rookie unfastens the IWA Cruiserweight Title from around his waist and raises it far above his head.)

It's the eye of the tiger / It's the thrill of the fight

(Adam hands the belt to Brandy and walks his down the ring, as usual, high fiving the fans on the way down.)

Rising up to the challenge of our rival

(Burke grabs the belt back from Brandy and rolls under the ropes. He jumps to the top of the turnbuckle and raises it up with one hand, and blue fireworks cascade down from the rafters.)

And the last known survivor / Stalks his prey in the night / And he's watching us all with the eye, of the tiger

DING DING DING

(Fury pounces at Saunders, clubbing him with the force of a polar bear. Apparently, it's a baby polar bear, as Saunders remains on his feet to slug right back. Fury gains the upper hand with a knee to the midsection. He drops Saunders to the mat with a gutwrench suplex. Burke clotheslines him to the ground as he turns around. Burke stomps away at Fury, then at Saunders. He backs off and leans in the corner.)

Rick: Fury returns to his feet. He's not happy toward Burke. He's attacking . . . no! Saunders sweeps his legs. He mounts Fury.

Eddie: Look at those right hands! Fury's gonna have a broken nose!

(Saunders lays in shot after shot. Slowly, Burke sneaks up behind Saunders, and locks in a sleeper hold. Adam pulls Saunders up in the air. Saunders is hanging in the air, feet off the ground. Burke slams him down on his back.)

Rick: So far, Burke has gotten the better of both guys, with his lay low strategy.

(Burke pulls Fury to his feet. He stuffs Fury's head between his legs and hoists him over his shoulder. But Fury slides off, right out of the ring. Fury reaches under the ring for something. Burke bounces off the ropes and leaps over the top rope head first.)

Rick: Suicide dive!!

(WHACK!)

Eddie: Fury just greeted Adam Burke with a steel chair shot to the head!

Rick: He must have grabbed that from under the ring.

(Fury drops the chair, which is only legal on the outside, and slides back in the ring. Saunders greets him with a kick to the stomach followed by a DDT. The former HCWF Heavyweight champ drops down for the cover.)

ONE! . . . . . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . kickout.

(Saunders now springboards off the second rope and nails Fury with a dropkick to the head. He locks him in a figure-four leglock.)

Eddie: Saunders is trying to end this one early, folks!

Rick: I don't know if he is. I think he's trying to keep Fury grounded. By taking out his legs, Fury can't do what he does best . . . fly.

(Fury is nowhere near the ropes, but it's too early in the match, and he has lots of fight left in him. Fury begins trying to reverse the hold.)

Rick: He can't do it.

Eddie: He can do it! And he is!

(He just did! Fury reverses the hold. He releases it and climbs to his feet. Saunders follows, but is speared down to his feet. Fury quickly hops on the top rope. He points down at his opponent and leaps off.)

Rick: Frogsplash! He connects! Saunders is gone!

1........................2........................NO!

Eddie: Saunders is still in this.

Rick: Here comes Burke.

(Burke slides in. He has regained composure from that brutal chair shot. Burke and Fury stair at each other from opposite sides of the ring. They approach and lock up. Burke backs Fury into the corner. Knife-edge chop. And another. Fury counters. He throws a chop. WOOO from the crowd.)

Eddie: WOOOO!!

(Oh. And Eddie.)

Eddie: Damn right.

(Fury kicks Burke in the stomach and grabs his head. He runs up the ropes going for a tornado DDT, but Burke throws Fury across the ring. Fury lands and bounces into the ropes.)

Rick: That . . . looked painful.

(Saunders is up now and slams Burke down with a German suplex. He rolls him back up and hits a second German suplex, and stops it there. Saunders brings Burke back up and launches him in the corner. He walks up to him and climbs to the second rope. Looking down on Burke, he begins punching. ONE, TWO, THREE, the crowd counting along, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, but not Eddie, EIGHT NINE . . . TEN!)

Rick: Wooo?

Eddie: WOOOO!

(Saunders drops down. Burke remains on his feet, but in his head he's swimming in a pool in downtown Tokyo. Saunders pulls Fury up. He swings, but it's blocked. Fury swings, but Saunders blocks. The two stop suddenly, and glance at Burke.)

Eddie: Both men start running at Burke.

Rick: This could be it for Burke if they both start double teaming him.

(Fury and Suanders run after Burke, but Adam leaps up on top of the at the last minute, causing Saunders to crash into the turnbuckle, and Fury running into him. The rebound causes both to bounce back, when Burke leaps off with a sidekick.)

Rick: Burke barely avoided defeat right there, and is coming back with some big offence, the crowd is on their feet!

(Burke leaps off and nails a missile dropkick to the back of Saunders� head. The impact causes him to fly forward, head butting Fury in face, busting him wide open.)

Rick: Oh man. That's brutal. We're talkin' concussion here. Well, probably not, but still.

(Fury and Saunders remain on their feet. Burke charges and takes Saunders out of the ring with a clothesline. He turns his attention to Fury. Burke bounces off the ropes and bulldogs Fury to the mat. Burke now leaps onto the second rope and springboards backwards with an Asai moonsault, catching Fury in the mid-section.)

Rick: What a great Lionsault from Adam Burke.

Eddie: COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-kickout!

Rick: We were almost down to a rematch for the Cruiserweight title, with Burke facing the man he beat for the belt in controversial fashion.

(Burke rises to his feet, as Fury remains on the mat. He hops to the second rope. The Tiger leaps off with a huge elbow drop, but Fury gets the boot up and catches Burke in the throat. Fury pounces up, wipes some blood off his face, and kicks Burke in the stomach.)

Eddie: Looks like Fury might be trying for a powerbomb, here.

Rick: He lifts Burke up . . . Fury charging . . . running powerbomb! Burke is down. What impact!

1

2

shoulder up

(Saunders jumps on the apron, and throws Fury down by his hair. He shoots himself over the ropes, splashing onto Fury. He covers, 1.....................2................... kickout. Saunders is up, and a bloodied Fury is soon to follow. Saunders applies a rear chin-lock. Fury counters with a jawbreaker, and Saunders drops to his back. Fury pulls Burke to his feet.)

Rick: Fury grabs Burke by the hair and tosses him out of the ring to the floor!

Eddie: If it's out of the ring, than of course it's to the floor.

Rick: Yeah, but...

Eddie: BAH! No buts. Dumb ass.

(Saunders charges towards Fury and at the last second Fury notices him and kicks Saunders between the legs.)

Eddie: That�s gotta hurt!

Rick: The ref had his eye on Burke and Fury gets away with a damn low blow! Not like he'd care, or anything.

Eddie: Rick, this is the moment Chris Fury has been waiting for . . . he has Saunders alone in the ring! I think it's time for the Unwilling Denial!

(Fury stuffs Saunders' head under his arm, hooks the leg and lifts Saunders in the air. Saunders is suspended in the air for a couple seconds before he's dropped head first in the UD.)

Rick: He nailed it! Fury is gonna eliminate Matt Saunders!

Eddie: He�s going for the cover!

1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3!

Rick: No! Burke breaks the pin at the last second!

(The fans cheer as Burke lifts Fury back up to his feet but as Burke pulls him up Fury gets a low blow in on him.)

Rick: Another low blow!

Eddie: And the ref missed it. Where do we find these guys?

Rick: Well actually, we found this particular guy chewing on a can of milk in an alley just last night.

Eddie: A can of milk??

Rick: Yeah, that's right.

(Fury delivers a few fists to Burke�s face then Irish whips him into a corner.)

Rick: Fury sits Burke up on top of the ring post and now he�s climbing the ropes.

Eddie: I like where this is going! (Fury climbs to the top rope and salutes the fans with two middle fingers, then delivers a hurricanrana off the top rope to Burke. Burke's body goes flying and crashes on top of Saunders.)

Eddie: Holy shit! What a fucking move!

Rick: An amazing move by Fury!

Eddie: I can�t fucking believe it!

Rick: Eddie! The language! Goddamn it! You gotta watch that shit! You fucker.

(Fury stands tall in the ring, both his opponents lying on the mat together. The crowd boos Fury as he climbs back to the top rope.)

Rick: Fury wants to end this now!

Eddie: Just imagine if he pulls this off! Whatever he's gonna do.

(Fury stands on the top turnbuckle, staring down at his fallen opponents. He raises a fist in the air and leaps forward, spinning backwards.)

Rick: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

(Burke rolls out of the way. And in the nick of time, so does Saunders.)

Eddie: No one's home, Chris!

Rick: This place looks like a train wreck!

(Saunders returns to his feet, a little shaky. Burke follows, while Fury remains near dead, the blood pouring out of his wounds. Saunders leaps over Fury and spears Burke to the mat. He returns up and pulls The Tiger to his feet. Saunders lifts him off his feet, and hangs him over his shoulder. And with the force of an elastic breaking apart, Burke is flung down, crashing onto Fury.)

Eddie: Spinebuster!

Rick: For Fury, that was a Ribcrusher! Did you see Burke that impact him? Wow.

(Saunders still holds Burke. He pulls him back up, and with a scream, slams him on top of Fury. The force causes a clump of blood to shoot out Fury's mouth.)

Eddie: That was sickningly awesome!

Rick: Is he dead? Get the medics!

(Saunders, still with a grip, hoists a broken Adam Burke over his shoulder. Saunders runs across the ring, and drops Burke to the mat with a running Death Valley Driver.)

Rick: THE AGONY OF DEFEAT!!!

(He covers.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!!!

Eddie: Burke got his foot on the rope! I can't believe it!

Rick: Eddie, this is insane.

(Saunders shakes his head. He leaves Burke and heads to Fury. Saunders grabs Fury's hair, but Fury, out of nowhere, rolls him up in a craddle.)

ONE............TWO.............THREE!!!

Rick: NO! He kicked out! Holy shit!

Eddie: Oh, we all thought that was it.

(Saunders stomps on Fury, angrily. He pulls Chris to his feet. Saunders launches him in the corner hard. He springboards off the ropes with a dropkick, but Fury ducks it and Saunders falls to the mat awkwardly. A messy looking Fury rolls out of the ring. He grabs Saunders' legs and crotches him against the corner post. Fury now pulls Saunders out of the ring. He takes Saunders' head and throws him against the guard rail. Fury now takes the ringsteps and repeatedly smashes Saunders with it.)

Eddie: Fury is bursting with an onslaught here.

Rick: These two hate each other, there's no doubt about that.

(Fury rolls back in the ring. Burke meets him with a face-rake. The Tiger drops Fury with a DDT. He now climbs up to the top rope. Burke clances over at Fury, then at Saunders.)

Rick: Who's he gonna go for?

(He sees Saunders slowly getting to his feet, and makes his decision. Burke leaps outside the ring with a wide splash. The impact sends a now bloody Saunders crashing on the ground, and Burke rolling into the guardrail.)

Rick: That might prove costly to Burke.

(Fury now rolls out of the ring. He grabs Saunders and rolls him in the ring, kicking Burke a few times on his way. Fury now rolls him in the ring.)

Eddie: Saunders is hurt.

Rick: That new wound on his head speaks for itself.

(Chris Fury grabs Saunders and pulls him to his feet. He stuffs Saunders' head under his arm, hooks his leg and lifts him in the air, before dropping him head first for another Unwilling Denial.)

Rick: He hit it!

Eddie: No way Fury's gonna kick out of this one!

ONE...............................TWO..............................THREE!

Rick: He got him! Chris Fury just eliminated Matt Saunders!

Eddie: YES! YES! Fury got his revenge!

Rick: Fury got HIS revenge? What did Saunders do?

Eddie: He stole Fury's Cruiserweight title! And now Fury stole Saunders' chances of taking the belt.

(Fury stomps on Saunders.)

Rick: C'mon, he's out of the match!

(Burke rolls in the ring. He hits Fury with an axe-handle smash. Saunders rolls himself to the floor.)

Rick: Burke with the save.

Eddie: Not on purpose, I'm sure.

(Fury and Burke exchange right hands. Burke gains the upper hand. He hits an Atomic drop. Burke follows with a flapjack. He drops down and locks in an ankle lock.)

Rick: The ankle lock! And this late in the match... Fury's in a tight spot.

Eddie: Look at Fury squirm! He's gonna make the ropes . . . he does!

Rick: Burke doesn't want to go any further.

(Burke pulls Fury away from the ropes to reapply the ankle lock in the center of the ring, but Fury escapes and heads to the outside.)

Eddie: The Cruiserweight title has long avoided Fury. But tonight...it goes where it belongs.

(Fury circles the ring, as Burke calls him in. Fury hops on the apron and Burke charges, but Fury drops down quickly. He grabs Burke's legs and pulls him out of the ring. Fury throws Burke in the air, and he lands face first into the announcers' table.)

Eddie: It's a good thing Burke isn't bleeding. I don't want blood on my table!

(Fury smashes his head in the table a few times. Burke with an elbow to counter. He grabs Fury's head and smacks it against the table leaving a nice blood spot.)

Eddie: Oh, great! Thanks!

(Burke tries it again, but Fury blocks and counters with his own elbow. He takes Burke's head and smacks it against the table one more time, getting his own blood on Burke's forehead. Fury now grabs a chair. He swings at Burke, but he ducks. Burke grabs the chair and rips it away from Fury. He swings the chair . . . no, Fury kicks him in the stomach first. He pulls the chair back and nails The Tiger in the head with it.)

Eddie: There we go.

(Fury drops the chair and rolls in the ring. He wipes more blood from his forehead. Fury takes a quick breather before climbing the turnbuckle again.)

Rick: What now?

Eddie: Something hardcore, for sure!

(Burke slowly - really slowly - gets back to his feet. Fury leaps off like a crazed person and nails Burke with a giant kick to the chest. Fury lands on his other leg and then falls to his back, while Burke crashes backwards into Rick and Eddie's booth again.)

Rick: Oh my god! Fury is insane! That almost surely would have backfired. He got lucky. Really lucky.

(Fury gets back up, raking in the boos from the crowd. He rolls Burke back in the ring and follows. Fury calls for the UD.)

Rick: Fury wants the cruiserweight title! And if he nails the Unwilling Denial . . . he'll get it!

(Fury stuffs Burke's head under his arm and hooks the leg with his other arm.)

Eddie: No! Burke blocks it! He shoves Fury into the ropes.

Rick: Burke raises the boot, but Fury ducks it. Fury spins around with a heelkick! Right in the stomach!

(He sets up for the UD once again. Fury hoists him in the air and drops him head first!)

Rick: He nailed it!

Eddie: Cover him!

(Fury crawls over and makes the cover.)

. . . . . . . . . . . . ONE!

. . . . . . . . . . . . TWO!

. . . . . . . . . . . . THREE!

Eddie: He got him!!!

Rick: No! He didn't! The ref is indicating two! SOMEHOW, Burke kicked out of that! Unbelievable!

(Fury gets up to his feet and kicks the ropes repeatedly, furiously. He pulls Burke up again, and calls for the UD once again.)

Eddie: Do it again, Fury! You'll get him this time.

(Fury sets up. But, this time, Burke hits a lowblow. He tosses Fury into the ropes. Fury comes back right into a superkick.)

Rick: THE TIGER'S CLAW! That's Burke's finisher! Burke with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Rick: My goddamn lord! He kicked out! Fury kicked out!

Eddie: Holy hell.

(Burke pulls Fury back up. Burke lets out a scream, as he stuffs Fury's head under his arm. Burke hooks Fury's leg and lifts him in the air. The Tiger holds him there, then drops him on his skull.)

Rick: THE UNWILLING DENIAL! Burke nailed Fury with his own move!

Eddie: He's going for the cover!

1!

2!

3!

Rick: Burke got it! Burke won the match! Burke keeps the title!!!

Eddie: Wow.

Rick: Is that all you can say?

Eddie: Wow. I'll leave it at that. Wow.

Rick: What an outstanding match.

(We cut to an add for sprinkles. You know, the ones on donuts. The IWA makes them.)

(Now, we again cut backstage. Antoine Murrain and Anthony Cosgrove, the tag team, Paradox, are walking around aimlessly, chit-chatting.)

Anthony: I just got off the phone with Greg Pautsch.

Antoine: Oh yeah. You two played T-Ball together, right?

Anthony: Not T-Ball, Antoine. Football. As a kid. We talk every now and then.

Antoine: Oh? So what'd he say?

Anthony: He told me that Outkast's gonna no-show tonight.

Antoine: Really? I thought Hurley was foolin'.

Anthony: Guess not.

(The two, oblivious to all around them, walk right past Mike Vincent, who was endulging in some fruitsnacks. He looks shocked of the news.)

Vincent: Greg Pautch said that? I gotta get to the bottom of this.

(Vincent heads off. Cut to ringside.)

Rick: Jesus. I hope that ain't true. I really was lookin' forward to that contest.

Eddie: Outkast best show up. What kind of World champ no-shows his first defense.

Rick: In all fairness, I don't think it was his fault. From what Hurley said, the NeWA front office failed to notify him after he won the World title.

Eddie: Bah! Bah, I say, bah!

Rick: We'll just have to wait and see, I guess. Well fans, you know what time it is.

Eddie: It's 10:22.

Rick: Eddie, that's not what I meant.

Eddie: I just answered your question.

Rick: I meant, it's time for our first main event. For the IWA Heavyweight Championship belt!

Eddie: Oh . . . WOOOOOO!!!

(The Knight/Boog history package. First, we see Knight edging the Ultimate Package. Then Boog beating Zulias. Next, it's Knight pinning Buzz Tyler in the first round. And Boog pinning Seth Christopher. Semi-finals: Knight pins Adam Burke, and Boog beats Darrel Besolve in an Ironman match.)

(Now, both men are on the screen, in a still picture. Knight on the left, Boog on the right.)

(Cut to Rush on the 12th. Adam and James Knight vs. Boog-man. Knight is laying down. Boog covers with his foot. James Knight breaks the count. Adam, swinging at his brother misses and hits Boog. Boog retaliates, clotheslining Adam to the mat. Later on, Adam sets up Boog for the KnightFall. But, instead he drops Boog and plows his brother down. Adam helps Boog up. The two embrace.)

(Friend versus friend for the IWA title.)

(We return to ringside, to a shot of the IWA Heavyweight title, hanging nostolgically above the ring.)

Rick: Ceasar Naissance, Byron Tanis, Venom, Light, Widowmaker . . . who will be added to that great list? Boog-man...

Eddie: No.

Rick: Or Adam Knight.

Eddie: No.

Rick: It has to be one of them, Eddie.

Eddie: Damn you! I pick me! ME!

Rick: OK, Eddie. You know what, Eddie? If Boog wins, he will join the triple crown club with Dale Lewis and Buzz Tyler. That would be two entries in one night!

Eddie: Not gonna happen.

Rick: It might. And, without further ado, let's hit the ring.

Ring announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the first of out main events - a ladder match for the IWA Heavyweight Championship!

(Crowd pop.)

Ring announcer: Introducing first..weighing in at 297lbs, from Queens New York... The Revolution...ADAM KNIGHT!!

[The fans cheer at this, and in reply the lights black out to darkness without warning. If you look closely, you can begin to see a slow smoke rising from the entranceway. A small light flashes to the side of the entrance, on a side stage, we notice for the first time. Various instruments are set up there, and several men walk out on to the stage. It is hard to tell, but the hardcore metal purists will recognize the man in the lead to be none other then Ozzy Osbourne, who takes his stand at the microphone. In the background, low music begins to play, piano, piped in from the speakers]

[And suddenly, the piano gives way to a loud explosion of blue fire at the entranceway. The music changes dramatically as well, the driving metal Ozzy is famous for taking over, and he grabs the mic furiously, smoke still covering the entrance]

#I�m not the kind of person
#You think I am
#Im not the antichrist or,
#The Ironman...

#I have a vision that I
#Just cant control
#I feel Ive lost my spirit
#And sold my soul

#Got no control

[The beat continues, the smoke beginning to clear all the while. The lights are lit only at the stage, and now at the entrance, but still dim, just enough to see. And when it finally does, the form of the Revolution can be seen. Adam Knight is here...

#I try to entertain you
#The best I can
#I wish I�d started walking
#Before I ran

[His appearance is as usual. Black leather longcoat nearly reaching the floor, dark blue jeans, black boots and black sleeveless t-shirt. Dressed to fight, nothing more, nothing less. He stands there, arms at his side, tensed for battle, soaking in the atmosphere around him]

#but I still love the feeling
#I get from you
#I hope you never stop cause
#It gets me Through...

#It gets me through...

[Knight takes a look to his side, to the rock legend that is singing him to the ring, exchanging a quick look, before he begins walking down the rampway, making his way to the ring, the spotlights following him as he goes]

#The feelings that I hide behind...
#Sometimes reality�s unkind
#The nightmares start for me at night...
#I thank the lord...
#For lonely nights

[The guitar break takes over, Ozzy holding the mic away from his lips for several moments. Knight climbs up to the apron, then steps over the top rope entering the ring. He walks to the opposite ring corner, and climbs to the second rope. raising both of his arms to the cheering crowd. In the midst of their roar, Ozzy returns to the mic]

#I�m not the kind of person
#You think I am
#I�m not the antichrist or
#The Ironman

#But I still love the feeling
#I get from you
#I hope you never stop cause
#It gets me Through...

[Knight climbs down from the turnbuckles, and walks to the center of the ring, stripping off his jacket and tossing it into the corner. He leans down slightly crouched, his hands on his knees, eyes locked on the entranceway, anxious for this match to begin, anxious to begin the way he knows it will be, and what may be the end of his career. As the song winds down now to the end, so may this man's life]

#I�m... just trying to live...

#I�m...just trying to live...

[Close up on Knight, his eyes blazing their fire as he looks to the entrance, awaiting the World's Original]

#I�m...just trying to live....

#I�m... just trying to live...

[And as the song comes to a close, the lights return to normal. Ozzy leaves with the other, giving a final one fisted salute to Knight in the ring. Knight meanwhile is still crouched low, waiting for Boog...]

Rick: Impressive entrance.

Eddie: Indeed.

(Silence in the arena. Then, the choppy guitar of "Shortstop.")

(Next, Steve Taylor's odd voice fills the arena. All eyes are on the ramp. On the Rush Screen, nothing but static. Then, The World's Original comes out.)

Ring announcer: And his opponent, weighing in at 260 pounds... from Baton Rouge, Louisiana... The World's Original.... THE BOOG-MAN!

(Another crowd pop. Boog is all pumped up. He skips to the ring, keeping his adrenaline flowling. Boog slides in the ring and climbs up on the turnbuckles. Another pop. Boog steps down and stands face to face with his opponent.)

Rick: This match means a whole lot, Eddie.

Eddie: It sure does.

(The two shake hands.)

DING

DING

DING

Rick: And here we go!

(The two men lock up. Knight, the stronger of the two, backs Boog into the ropes. Boog slides behind Knight. He tries to roll him up, but Knight holds the ropes and Boog rolls backwards, and back to his feet. Knight charges with a clothesline, but Boog ducks it, running into the ropes. He bounces back and plows right through Adam Knight. Knight pops back up and falls victim to an atomic drop. Boog with a go-behind. He attempts a German suplex, but it's blocked. Knight with a firm elbow to Boog's head, loosening his grib. Adam bounces off the ropes and rocks Boog to the mat. Boog now pops back up. He blocks a right hand, and swings his own right, but it's blocked. The two now begin exchanging solid rights. Boog gets the upper hand. He launches Knight into the ropes. Knight with a leapfrog. He comes back off the next set and misses with a clothesline. Knight continues, bouncing off the next set. Both men leap in the air, both hitting nothing with dropkick attempts. They return to their feet in a stand off. The crowd is into it.)

Rick: Solid, solid wrestling from these two.

Eddie: These two are very well matched, it seems.

Rick: It does, doesn't it.

(Again, the two lock up. Boog with hammerlock. Knight snapmares him over his shoulder into a headlock. Boog fights to his feet, and counters with elbows to the body. Boog bounces off the ropes and leaps with a spear attempt, but Knight jumps over him. Boog flies through the ropes to the outside.)

Rick: Costly mistake there.

Eddie: He's not very smart, is he.

Rick: Actually, I know him pretty well. He's very intelligent.

Eddie: That's like a bowl of maneuer calling a cup of piss tasty.

Rick: Shut up. Just, shut up.

(Knight rolls out of the ring. He pulls Boog up to his feet. He tries to throw Boog in the ring, but Boog-man blocks with his foot. He elbows Knight in the head and throws him against the ring. Knight stumbles back into a spinebuster on the outside mats.)

Eddie: That probably hurt. Well, I doubt it actually.

(Knight is pulled up to his feet. Boog rocks him with a European uppercut before throwing him in the ring. Boog hops on the apron and to the top rope. He sits, waiting for The Revolution to rise to his feet, then leaps off with a missile dropkick. It finds its target.)

Rick: Boog connects with a missile dropkick. He covers!

Eddie: You can't win with a pin! It's a ladder match! Title match!

(Boog pulls Knight to his feet. He sets up for a pumphandle slam, and lifts Knight up, but Adam slides off Boog's back. He shoves Boog into the ropes face first. Boog bounces back into a vicious looking neckbreaker.)

Eddie: What a vicious looking neckbreaker.

Rick: Ugh. Vincent, it's not funny when you have Eddie repeat exactly what just happened.

Vincent: Hey, shut up Rick. I'm doing the best I can.

(Adam Knight gets to his feet, and Boog is quick to follow. Knight swings with a right, but it's blocked. Boog rocks Knight with a shot to the head. He goes for an inverted neckbreaker, but Knight shoves him in the corner. Knight charges, and receives a boot to his face for the effort. Boog with a hard knife-edge chop, and another, and another. He whips Knight into the opposite corner.)

Rick: Boog charging . . . but Knight springboards off the top rope . . . he takes Boog down with a flying clothesline. Beautiful counter.

Eddie: Meh, kinda.

(Knight pulls Boog up. He calls for the KnightFall.)

Rick: He's gonna end it here!

Eddie: He might do it! Well, most likely not.

Rick: Will you stop saying that?

(Boog's head is stuffed between his legs. Knight with the double-underhook. But Boog sweeps Knight's legs, taking him down.)

Eddie: I told ya!

(Boog now applies a Liontamer.)

Rick: Liontamer on Adam Knight! This could be the beginning of the end for Knight.

Eddie: I doub...

Rick: SHUT UP!

(Knight, with his supperb leg strength, overpowers Boog, and sends him flying out of the ring.)

Rick: Amazing show of strength.

Eddie: That was...

Rick: If you say anything stupid, I'm gonna punch you!

Eddie: That was a good counter! Rick!

(Adam Knight circles the ring, waiting for Boog to rise to his feet on the outside. Once he does, Knight charges with a baseball slide. He connects with Boog, sending him crashing into the guardrail.)

Rick: The Boog-Man is in trouble here.

Eddie: Look at those hard rights from Knight. These two are friends, but it's all on the line tonight.

Rick: Knight whips Boog into the guardrail . . . no, it's countered! Adam Knight slams backfirst into the rail. Boog charging . . . Knight with a backbody-drop! Boog goes into the crowd!

Eddie: That probably hurt. Yeah, I'd say that one did.

(Adam Knight turns around. He measures Boog, and leaps over the railing, splashing onto Boog-man. Knight brings Boog up to his feet and through the screaming crowd. Knight whips Boog into a merchandise vendor. The booth rocks a little. He grabs Boog by the hair, but The World's Original punches him in the face. Boog with a stiff Euro uppercut, then he hops on top of the vendor. Knight turns around, and is hit with a front-flip from the Boog-man. The crowd gives out a big pop.)

Rick: Boog pulling out all the stops! That was incredible!

Eddie: He coulda broke his neck!

(Boog-man screams, and the crowd does aswell. He pulls Knight back up to his feet. Boog begins dragging Knight back through the crowd, but Knight isn't done. He hits Boog in the gut, and rams him back first into the vendor. Knight grabs a "Violence: Evan Hurley" T-shirt and beings choking Boog with it.)

Eddie: Friends, huh?

Rick: The IWA title, Eddie.

(Knight eventually relinquishes, much to the delight of the ref. The ref tries to direct them to the ring, but he seems to be mistaken for an audience member. Knight now grabs Boog by the arm. He hurls him toward ringside, but holds on, spinning him right around before letting him go. Boog crashes into the vendor, sending it toppling over. Adam Knight grabs a handful of his own T-shirts, and throws them in the air. The crowd scrambles for the t-shirts.)

Rick: Vincent ain't gonna like that.

Eddie: Speaking of Vincent, where the hell is he? Shouldn't he be out at ringside?

Rick: He's watching backstage, I'm sure.

Eddie: Maybe he'll interfere.

Rick: HE WON'T INTERFERE!

Eddie: Why are you screaming at me?

Rick: I'm sorry. It's Vincent typing, you know. And HE WON'T INTERFERE!

(Knight grabs Boog. Finally, he throws him back to ringside. Knight sets up a chair. He clears a running path. Knight charges and leaps off the chair, over the railing, and tackles Boog to the mat. The crowd loves it.)

Eddie: WOOO!! These two suck horribly. But they are great wrestlers.

Rick: . . .

Eddie: What?

Rick: Are you on drugs?

Eddie: Not right now.

(Knight grabs Boog by the hair and rolls him in the ring. Knight climbs to the top rope now.)

Rick: Here we go . . . top rope elbowdrop!

Eddie: Knight's won many matches with this puppy.

Rick: But, this is a ladder match! Can't win by pinfall.

(Knight is about to leap off, when Boog rolls out of the way. Boog gets to his feet and Knight leaps off now. Boog catches him. He carries Knight around the ring, before throwing him over the ropes with a fallaway slam.)

Rick: Holy tartoogan!

Eddie: I'm 'sposta say the stupid things!

Rick: What a move.

(Boog rolls out of the ring. He reaches under the ropes and grabs the ladder. The crowd pops.)

Eddie: It's about frickin' time.

(Boog slides the ladder in the ring. He enters and sets it up. Boog begins climbing it rapidly. But, Knight has gotten to his feet, and in the ring. He grabs Boog and powerbombs him off the ladder. Boog rolls around in pain. Knight begins climbing the ladder now.)

Rick: Here we go...it could be over.

(Knight is close, really close. But Boog is on his feet. He stands himself underneath the ladder. Boog, using his back, lifts the ladder off its legs. He begins to hobble around the ring, the ladder - and Adam Knight - on his back.)

Rick: Boog-man is now displaying his impressive strength!

Eddie: And toughness. That ladder has to be digging into his back.

(Knight is worried atop the ladder. Boog stumbles around the ring, before dumbing the ladder with Knight, over the tope rope. Knight falls hard through Rick and Eddie's table.)

(CRASH!)

Eddie: My table! My beautiful table!

Rick: To hell with the table! Did you see that?? WOW!

Eddie: If only Boog didn't throw the ladder over the ropes too, he might win right now.

(Boog is breathing heavy. As the crowd chants "HOLY SHIT," Boog sets up for another HS worthy chant. He climbs up to the top rope.)

Rick: What's he doing? Is he gonna leap into this wreckage?

Eddie: I hope he gets stabbed by some wood!

Rick: I'd say the chances that he doesn't kill himself here and pretty slim!

(Boog points out to the fans, indicating this is for them. He leaps off with a huge elbowdrop, connceting with the back of Adam Knight. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!)

Rick: LONG WAY DOWN! Boog just destroyed whatever was left of Adam with the Long Way Down! His own move!

Eddie: Now, Boog is gonna take this!

(Boog-man gets to his feet, then collapses.)

Eddie: Or not.

(He quickly gets back up. He takes the ladder and slides it back in the ring, following right after. Boog sets up the ladder, but he's very slow. Now, he begins climbing, even slower. Blood drips down from waist.)

Rick: Boog injured himself from that, I think.

Eddie: You're the quick one, Rick.

(Boog takes another step towards the belt. He's close... VERY close. He can almost touch it... he does touch it.)

Rick: The belt is swaying back and forth! It's gonna be over!

Eddie: Knight's just NOW getting up! It's SO over!

(Knight sees Boog inches away from the victory. He knows he cannot reach him in time.)

Rick: BOOG IS GONNA WIN!

(Quickly, Knight grabs a chair and throws it in the ring. It narrowly misses Boog. Boog-man takes notice, drawing his attention away from the belt.)

Eddie: What the hell is this mad man tring to do?

(Knight grabs a second chair and tosses it in the ring. It nails Boog in the back. Boog falls hard down to the mat in pain.)

Rick: I'm guessing that!

(Knight rolls back in the ring. He grabs the two chairs that he threw in, and sets them up about ten feet apart in the center of the ring.)

Rick: I don't like where this is going...

(Knight grabs the ladder, and places both ends on the chairs. He takes Boog and places him on top of the ladder.)

Eddie: I LOVE where this is going.

(Knight now climbs to the top rope. He points down at Boog.)

Rick: He gonna kill Boog with this!

(Knight leaps off with a gigantic splash!)

Rick: HERE HE COMES!

Eddie: BOOG MOVES!

(CRACK!)

Rick: OH MY GOD! Adam Knight just put himself THROUGH that goddamn ladder! HE BROKE IT IN TWO PIECES!!!

Eddie: That was purely insane!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

(Boog climbs to his feet. Knight isn't moving. At all.)

Rick: Is he dead?

Eddie: No! Wrestlers' don't die in the ring.

Rick: What about Venom???

Eddie: . . .

Rick and Eddie: Oh crap!

(Boog grabs the parts of the ladder. He comes to the conclusion that it's useless. Boog tosses them out of the ring and slides out. He grabs a second ladder from under the ring.)

Eddie: Boog won, Rick. It's over.

(Boog slides the ladder in the ring, and follows inside. He sets it up, glancing at Adam Knight, who probably is dead.)

Rick: Knight isn't moving yet! I think we need paramedics!

Eddie: Boog is climbing again! He's gonna become champ!

(Suddenly, Adam Knight sits up, Undertaker style. His fans burst into cheers.)

Rick: HE'S ALIVE!!!

(Adam, trying desperately not to pass out, pulls himself up using the ropes. Boog sees him and scrambles up the ladder. Adam stumbles over to the ladder and starts climbing the opposite side. He grabs a hold of Boog's leg, and pulls him down a couple steps until they're even.)

Rick: This one's coming down to the wire, folks!

(Knight takes a step up, and Boog does. Boog takes another step, Knight does too. They are both within inches of the title belt. Boog rocks Knight with a right hand. Knight is holding on with one arm. Boog with another shot, but Knight ducks it. Knight hits not one, not two, but three hard rights at Boog. Boog is wobbly. Knight grabs Boog in a double-underhook.)

Eddie: Holy bleeding hell!

(Knight pulls Boog - 15 feet off the ring - and tosses him down! Boog crashes in a heap on the mat.)

Rick: HOLY DEAR LORD! PRAY FOR BOOG'S LIFE!

Eddie: Knight just hit the KnightFall! OFF THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!!

Rick: KNIGHT IS GONNA WIN!

(With his last ounce of strength, Knight reaches up. He touches the belt with his fingertips. Knight attempts to take the final step towards victory, but he becomes light-headed, and tumbles to the mat.)

Rick: NO! Knight falls down!

Eddie: He was gonna win! There was no stopping him! Holy hell!

(Both men are down. Their survival is questionable.)

Eddie: Rick, if I never see another wrestling match in my life, I will still be satisfied.

Rick: This is just... my god... these two won't be walking for weeks!

(Knight begins moving, but not much. Boog is still down.)

Rick: Looks like Knight will be up first.

(He is. Knight stumbles around. The only thing keeping him standing is the ropes. Knight regains his composure and begins climbing the ladder.)

Eddie: It's GOTTA be over now!

(Boog begins moving.)

Rick: Boog had returned! But is he too late?

(He seems that way. Knight is moving up, step by step. Boog finally gets to his feet. He sees Knight close to the title.)

Eddie: Oh boy!

(Boog grabs the ladder and pulls it back just before Knight grabs the title. Now, Knight is several feet away from the belt.)

Rick: Smart move, Boog.

(Now Boog climbs up the ladder on Knight's side. He grabs Knight in a waistlock, but Knight holds on to the ladder firmly. Knight attempts to knock him off, but unsuccessfully. Now, Boog grabs Knight's head and rams it into the ladder repeatedly.)

Eddie: This...is...close!

(Knight is out of it. Boog tries to throw him off, but he has a firm grip. Boog decides to climb over him.)

Rick: Boog is going over top Knight!

Eddie: But why? The title is too far away!

(Boog reaches the top of the ladder with his arms. He pulls himself the remainder of the way. Knight is still wobbly. Boog reaches out as far as possible but is nowhere near the belt.)

Rick: This is intense!

(With one last ounce of strength, Boog leaps off the ladder towards the title!)

Eddie: AHHH!!!

(He grabs a hold of it, and Knight grabs a hold of Boog's legs! Both men hanging from the rope. Knight makes a last ditch effort to climb up Boog's body to reach the belt, but Boog pulls the belt loose. Both men tumble to the mat.)

DING DING DING!!!

Rick: Boog wins! Boog wins!

Eddie: Boog's dead! Boog's dead!

Ring Announcer: YOUR WINNER, IN 31:33, AND NEW IWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION . . . THE BOOG-MAN!!!

Rick: I can't believe what I just witnessed! That was the greatest match I've seen in a LONG time!

Eddie: Only in the IWA, Rick. Only in the IWA!

(In the ring, the ref aids Boog to his feet and hands him the IWA title. Boog holds the title high in the air, before stumbling to the mat. He returns to his feet and holds the belt up again, for the crowd. Then, he turns to Adam. Boog extends his arm. Adam grabs it and is pulled up. The two embrace. Adam raises Boog's arm with the title. Then, the two tumble down on the mat.)

Rick: Fans, these two are two of the toughest competitors I've seen in awhile. What a performance.

(We get a shot of Knight, laying on the mat, breathing heavily. Then Boog, also breathing heavily. The belt still firmly in his grasp.)

(We cut to the back. Vincent is there, in his office. He's on the phone.)

Vincent: I have a PPV main event here! You can't screw me out of this! . . . no, you listen! It's MY money at stake! Not yours! This is MY PPV! . . . I don't care . . . Damnit! You sons of bitches owe me HUGE! I mean, epic proportions here! . . . Yeah, fuck you!

(CLICK! Vincent stares at the camera.)

Vincent: Ladies and gentlemen, the rumors have been confirmed. Outkast is unavaible to compete tonight.

(HUGE BOOS.)

Vincent: As a matter of fact, neither is Ramsey, the injured bastard! That said, we our out of a main event. Sorry fans, you're going home early tonight.

(More boos. Vincent shakes his head. He's upset, just like the fans. We cut back to ringside.)

Rick: What a shame, Eddie.

Eddie: Pathetic! Something MAJOR needs to be done about the NWA. This place is hell! Since we came back, Rick, it just hasn't been the same.

Rick: That much is for damn sure. Well fans, it looks like we're done toni. . .

["Symphony of Destruction (remix)" by MegaDeath/NIN.]

Eddie: TANIS! I knew he'd come out!

[Toronto fans at the ACC boo. Some. Others cheer. They don't want to go home yet. Byron Tanis emerges, and is on his way.]

#You take a mortal man
#And put him in control

[Byron is pissed. Clearly, very pissed. He storms to the ring.]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[Byron pays no attention to his pyro. He continues his rapid marching to the ring.]

#Watch him become a God
#Watch people's heads a'roll

[Byron slides in the ring.]

Tanis: Cut the music!

(It does not cut.)

Tanis: I said cut the fucking music!!

(There we go.)

Tanis: I have things to say! First, the NWA SUCKS!

(Boos.)

Rick: What?

Tanis: Because of front office problems in the NWA, I am out of a fucking title match tonight. A WORLD TITLE MATCH! I deserve this damn match! But I don't get it, because the champion is "unavaible"!

(The crowd, along with Rick and Eddie, listen up.)

Tanis: I DEMAND MY TITLE MATCH! I DEMAND OUTKAST!

(Nothing. No World Title match. No Outkast.)

Tanis: Vincent! I know you've been doin' what you can with this. But all I want is my goddamn World Title! It's mine! Everyone knows it! I AM THE NWA!

(The crowd boos. Loud.)

Tanis: This place NEEDS me to be its champion! I can return the glory to the NWA! I will. . .

(Something has stolen Tanis' attention. We pan to the entrance ramp to reveal Jason Ramsey standing there, grin on his face.)

Rick: JASON RAMSEY IS HERE! He was scheduled to face Tanis, but he lost the title to Outkast!

Tanis: Well, well. If it isn't Jason Ramsey. The poorest NWA Champion of all-time!

(Ramsey laughs. He knows not to take in anything Tanis says.)

Ramsey: Byron Tanis. The oldest looking 28 year old in NWA history.

(The crowd laughs, then cheers.)

Tanis: It's a good thing you're here, Ramsey. I have some anger to take out. You're no World Champion, but you will be a fine aggression absorber.

Ramsey: As much as I'd love to...I can't. You see, I can hardly stand, Byron. I did just take part in a best-of-three-falls matchup at Halloween Hell. With the new World Champ.

Tanis: If you're not here to fight me ... than why the hell are you here?

(Ramsey laughs. He takes his time, pulling the mic to his mouth.)

Eddie: TANIS, LOOK OUT!

Ramsey: This is why...

(From behind, Tanis is clubbed with a baseball bat. The blow to the side of the causes Tanis to fall to the mat in a heap.)

Rick: IT'S DEJA VU! DEJA VU JUST LAYED OUT TANIS!

(Ramsey heads to the back, smile on his face. He pauses momentarily to speak.)

Ramsey: See you around, Tanis.

(Deja Vu pulls Tanis to his feet. He throws him in the corner. Tanis is out. The ropes are the only thing keeping him up. With another swing of the bat, Tanis' stomach is crushed. He tumbles to the mat, not moving an inch.)

Eddie: Oh, it hurts!

(Dja Vu stands over Tanis' body. The crowd is on their feet, watching on, as Deja Vu reaches for the base of his mask.)

Rick: Eddie, we're gonna find out who this man really is!

(Deja Vu slowly, amanzingly slowly, pulls the mask off his face.)

Rick: Oh my god...

(Deja Vu rips the mask off completely and throws it in the crowd. Everyone in the ACC is on their feet cheering.)

Eddie: IT'S . . .

(Mike Bell.)

Rick: THE NATURAL MIKE BELL!!! FORMER NWA WORLD CHAMP, MIKE BELL!!!

Eddie: Unbelievable!!

(The audience is cheering so loud, Rick and Eddie are barely audible. Mike Bell stands tall in the ring, a huge smile as he soaks in the fans' cheers.)

Rick: Everything makes sense now! Eddie... say something!

Eddie: Unbelievable!!

(Mike Bell raises both fists high in the air. We get a brief closeup of the former World champion, before the scene fades.)

(IWA Logo. Black. End of show.)