BOOM!

(Streaks of white pyro fire from the ring.)

BOOM!

(More streaks, this time blue.)

BOOM!

(White pyro again shoots from inside the ring.)

BOOOOOM!

(The final explosion is a massive one, red streaks of pyro shooting everywhere in Montreal's Molson Center, home of the Montreal Canadians.)

("Sliver" by Nirvana starts up on the PA.)

Rick: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Summer Sizzler, 2002! We are live from Montreal, and we are getting this night started right away!

Eddie: (Plainly) Cruiserweight tournament action. Yay.

(Spark steps out of the entrace way wearing a white 8XL t-shirt with a giant airbrushed picture of Hamtaro on it and a pair of a baggy satin pants that match the brown on Hamtaro. Spark begins to do what could be called dancing, he spins and shakes his arms out from side to side. He does this all the way to the ring and finally rolls in.)

Rick: The hard-working Spark is in the ring for his match against Jimmy O'Shields. Spark has gone through Barrett Sinclair and Derek Damon to earn himself entry to tonight's show. Eddie, even you can't deny that he is very deserving of this honor.

Eddie: Meh. Personally, I'm more excited about seeing our main event title match of Besolve and Burkey, and of course, Extreme title action. Barbwire frickin' cage match, people!

Rick: Those matches will almsot surely be great, but I'm a huge fan of these cruiserweights, and I am just psyched for the conclusion of this tournament.

(The open guitar riffs of Sabotage by the Beastie Boys fills the arena as Jimmy O'Shields reaches the entrance area wearing a black t-shirt with Jimmy O emblazoned across the front and his red and blue wrestling pants. The crowd responds with a solid mixture, as he pauses briefly and raises an arm. He slowly makes his way down to ring, high-fiving a few fans along the way. Jimmy stands up on the apron outside of the ring, facing the crowd, and raises one fist up into the air. The fans cheer a little louder. He steps through the ropes and awaits the bell.)

Eddie: O'Shields, wasn't he the RW Cruiserweight champion?

Rick: He certainly is. And what a exclamation point it would be to capture the IWA Cruiserweight belt tonight.

DING DING DING!

(The match starts with a traditional lockup. O'Shields turns it into a headlock. Moments later, Spark shoves him in the ropes. He drops down as Jimmy leaps over him. Spark gets up and leap frogs over Jimmy. But he turns around and is hit with a kick to the stomach. O'Shields grabs Spark and plants him face first into the mat.)

Rick: It's RW's O'Shields getting the first advantage here. Spark has returned to his feet and there he goes for the scoop slam.

(O'Shields blasts himself into the ropes, where he propels himself towards Spark and drops a firing legdrop. Spark rolls to his side, but is pulled on his back for the cover.)

Ref: ONE - - kickout!

(Jimmy yanks up Spark and whips him in the corner. He charges towards him, but Spark is quickly out and is able to lunge out for a shoulder to the gut of Jimmy.)

Rick: Spark came flying out of the corner there, catching O'Shields off guard.

(Spark shakes off his previous attack. Grabbing O'Shields by the head, he runs forward and swings him around for the neckbreaker.)

Rick: Nice offense. The cover! One! Two! Not yet.

(Both men return back to their feet. Spark retains the advantage with a spinning heel kick that knocks Jimmy into the ropes. O'Shields is then grabbed and planted with a tornado DDT. The fans love it.)

Eddie: Gotta admit, that was a good move.

Rick: Indeed it was.

(O'Shield's sort of stumbles to his feet. Jimmy is thrown into the corner. Spark follows in with the forearm to the forehead. Then, he chops away at him.)

Rick: Listen to those chops. They're sickening in thei--

Eddie: O'Shields with a spinebuster! Out of freaking nowhere!

Rick: And that ends Spark's efforts.

(The cover, 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . Spark gets the shoulder up. The crowd pops.)

Rick: O'Shields is back up, and he's looking at the crowd. I don't think he likes them cheering for Spark.

Eddie: For some reason, the crowd is, though.

(Jimmy hoists Spark up and whips him in the corner. O'Shields runs in with a splash. Spark is then pulled around and slammed into the mat. O'Shields wastes no time in climbing to the top rope. He looks at the crowd who is actually booing now.)

Rick: Listen to this... Jimmy O'Shields is usually loved by the fans!

(O'Shields leaps backwards with a moonsault... but Spark rolls out of harm's way.)

Eddie: And the crowd erupts! The crowd has completely turned on O'Shields during this match... why?

(Spark returns to his feet, rather hastly. Seeing O'Shields back up, he springboards off the second rope, leaping backwards and kicking Jimmy square in the face. Montreal cheers in unison.)

Rick: That's why! What precision that move requires.

(With Jimmy reeling, Spark grabs him in a front chancery, and plants a jumping DDT.)

Eddie: O'Shields just bounced like he was on a bed! That doesn't bode well for his skull, me thinks.

Rick: And now Spark is going to the top rope... the crowd is standing now... we all know what to expect here...

(His body facing the crowd, he is perched, waiting for Jimmy to return to his feet. O'Shields finally does, and Spark leaps in the air with a backflip, piercing into O'Shields with a flipping missile dropkick.)

Rick: The moonsault dropkick! Spark does not disappoint!

(The crowd is cheering loudly, but the cheers become even more impressive as he locks in the Sharpshooter.)

Rick: The Sharpshooter! He calls his variation the Jolt Lock! And Jimmy is tapping! This is over!

Rick: Spark moves on to the finals in impressive fashion! Will his opponent be Majik, or Shawn Hathaway?

(Cut. A shot of "The World's Original.")

(This is not the usual goings-on.)

(The match is pretty straightforward, but that is not what worries the World's Original.)

(There is something in the shadows...something familiar, and he cannot put his finger on it. Something sinister...hidden.)

(Boog pulls on his old pair of jean shorts, well worn from their use in the ring, and tightens the belt around them. He looks in the mirror of the locker room, and takes a deep breath.)

(This is one of the few times that Boog really doesn't know who or what to expect. Jeckel doesn't worry him - he's about as dyed-in-the-wool as they come - it's just that Boog knows that something is going to happen tonight, and he doesn't know how big.)

(Not that Boog is afraid....just...anxious. And what with Hyuk having troubles of his own, he doesn't know if he is going to have to stand alone tonight against an old threat that refuses to rear its ugly head...)

Boog: Jeckel vs. The Boog. Things are gonna get rough.

(Back to ringside.)

Rick: We�re back Fans�

Eddie: This is a Pay-Per-View, there are no commercial breaks Rick.

Rick: I�well the cameras on us now fans, and coming up now is some Cruiserweight action, Majik will�

Eddie: Lousy Cru�

Rick: Eddie.

Eddie: Uh, yeah?

(Rick grabs Eddie collar and starts screaming in his face.)

Rick: I LIKE CRUISERWEIGHTS! I�ve been listening to this crap for weeks now, and we all know how you feel, so just SHUT UP! GOT IT!

(Eddie is stunned.)

Eddie: Guh�yes�sir.

(Rick sits back down in his chair and goes back to normal.)

Rick: Great, all right wrestling fans, the tournament is drawing to close as we enter the semi-finals of the IWA Cruiserweight Championship Tournament. Right now we�ve got a man who wasn�t even supposed to be in this thing, Majik!

(The crowd begins to boo.)

Rick: Versus Shawn Hathaway.

("She Talks To Angels" by Black Crows plays. The crowd all turns their attention to the ramp, anticipating Hathaway's arrival. Shortly after, they get their wish. Shawn comes out, wearing black pants, with white stripes down the sides. His ribs are bandaged heavily. Hathaway heads to the ring, glancing back and forth at the silent crowd.)

Rick: Boy, Hathaway has taken a lot of punishment lately from Vince Everett, he still looks pretty hurt.

Eddie: Now that you mention it.

Rick: He�s come too far to lose it all because of Everett, damn it. He�s been doing too good.

Eddie: Robby Vane helped him beat Eddy Gracious remember? No one�s hands are clean here; it�s a tempest of pure evil, bwahahahaha!

Rick: You�re insane, but seriously, even with a little assistance, he�s really made a run for the money.

(Hathaway reaches the ring. He hops onto the apron and flips himself into the ring. When he lands he grabs his chest briefly, wincing, but quickly pulls himself together. The crowd watches and waits.)

(The �SS� Summer Sizzler logo fades away on the video screen and a large picture of Majik sneering appears in it�s place. Just his face annoys the hell out of the fans in attendance and they begin to boo, not for the first time no doubt during this match.)

(�You can�t bring me down� by Rocky George & Mike plays out over the sound-speakers as Majik confidently, and as arrogantly as ever strides down towards ringside, as his 'representative' Findley Martin walks out behind him dressed in an immaculate light blue suit, as perfect and crease-less as usual.)

#What the hell's going on around here?
#First off-let's take it from the start
#Straight out-can't change what's in my heart
#No one-can tear my beliefs apart, you can't bring me

Rick: Majik is coming out here in this IWA CW Title Semi-Final Tourney match, and as has been the case since his debut it seems he�s not gaining any friends or fans from the IWA faithful.

#Who the hell you calling crazy?
#You wouldn't know what crazy was if Charles Manson
#...was eating Fruit Loops on your front porch

(The crowd boos as Majik sneers towards them as he enters the ring, because he can, because he isn�t nice.)

Eddie: Yeah Majik baby, my little �Maverick Monster of Mayhem�!

Rick: *Grunts*

#And if I offended you, Oh I'm sorry
#But, maybe you needed to be offended
#But here's my apology and one more thing...Fuck you!
#Cause you can't bring me down
#Suicidal!!!!

Eddie: Majik earned his right to take place in this tournament and has beaten the likes of the OWC�s Alex Ozgoode and Scooter to get here tonight and I can�t see Shawn Hathaway stopping the juggernaut, the phenomenon that is Majik tonight!

Rick: Yeah he beat the best the OWC had to offer and our very own Scooter but you can�t say he earned his place in this tourney, with the way he took out Chris Saint in order to force his way into this thing.

(Findley takes his time disrobing his charge in the ring, Majik uses up every second in an effort to rile the fans, he succeeds, hence�.)

(Boo�s from the crowd.)

Eddie: That�s not been proven Rick, that�s a lie. Fierce gave him a shot and he�s taken it with both hands. State the facts Rick!

Rick: Your right I can�t prove it, but c�mon � everybody knows it was HIM!

Eddie: That�s unsubstantiated, you know that, please Majik told me himself he didn�t do it and he wouldn�t lie.

Rick: *coughs* Have you even met Majik before Eddie?

Eddie: Well err no but that doesn�t matter, if I had have met Majik that�s what he�d had told me, Majik does not lie Rick; he�s a professional wrestler.

Rick: I can�t break that impeccable logic.

Eddie: Yeah�impecc�able�DAMN STRAIGHT!

(Shawn is staring down Majik; all the while Majik flashes a brilliant, cocky smile his opponent as the music fades down.)

Rick: And there�s the bell!

Ding�Ding�Ding�

Rick: Semi-Final action coming right your way, Majik and Hathaway circling in the ring, waiting for an opportunity. Shawn goes for a grab, but gets a kick to the injured ribs instead.

(The crowd begins to boo like mad as Shawn collapses to one knee.)

Eddie: Now that�s smart wrestling right there.

Rick: That�s cheating you moron! (Mockingly)

Eddie: Oh no, Majik�s cheating, what ever will we do?

(Shawn starts to stand back up, but Majik�s ready with a good grapple, he gets by his side, and brings Shawn down with a Russian Leg Sweep.)

Rick: Majik stands up quickly and delivers a fierce elbow to those ribs that leaves Shawn reeling. Majik hooks the leg and goes for the two count�

1!
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Rick: One count, Hathaway with plenty of Spirit.

(Majik waits for Shawn to get up on his feet, then dropkicks him in the knee. Shawn takes a nasty fall to the face, but pops right back up again, to a big cheer from the empathetic fans.)

Rick: The crowd behind Shawn all the way tonight, as Shawn surprises Majik with a quick standing lariat that gives a little back to Majik.

Eddie: It just seemed t make him mad though, with Majik popping right back up himself.

(For a second the two just stare, then Majik rushes in, fakes going high for a head grapple, and swings in for a low blow.)

Rick: Oh god, Majik isn�t even trying to wrestle tonight, c�mon ref.

(Indeed the ref is getting a little tired of Majik�s style, and start threatening him. Majik just smiles, but is quickly surprised when Hathaway rolls him up.)

1!
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2!
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Rick: NO! Two count! That would�ve been pretty funny huh Eddie?

Eddie: Yeah�a real riot.

Rick: Majik is up and storming towards Hathaway, he nails a clothesline, but Shawn�s back up, and gets another clothesline. A Shawn pops back up, but is sent to the mat again, this time he stay downs.

Eddie: Majik is stomping away at Shawn Hathaway�s ribs, look at him scream.

(Majik stops, and picks up Shawn, and whips him into the ropes, Shawn bounces back and is taken down hard with a Hurricanrana.)

Rick: Good move by Majik, and he holds on for the pin�1�2�NO! Two count again, Majik picks up Hathaway, who is still grabbing his injured ribs, and sends Hathaway back to the mat with a quick DDT!

Eddie: Majik doesn�t stop there, but pick Shawn back up, nails a jawbreaker. Majik goes for the pin, and as the ref goes down for the count plants his feet p on the ropes for leverage, more smart play by Majik.

Rick: The ref hears the crowd�s reaction and sees Majik cheat, and immediately breaks the pin. Majik ignores the ref and picks Shawn up again, he whips him into the ropes, and ducks his head down, and is met with a kick to the face from Hathaway!

(Big cheers from the crowd as Hathaway strats getting some momentum, bringing down Majik with a belly-to-belly suplex. The crowd starts chanting �Hathaway! Hathaway! Hathaway!�)

Rick: Solid fan reaction for Hathaway, he goes over to Majik who is back on his feet. He kicks him in the stomach then lands a snap suplex. Shawn goes for the cover�1�2�NO! Majik rolls into a cover of his own, 1�2�And now Shawn has the cover again, 1�2�And Majik tosses him off!

(Both roll away and standing up, staring at each other, meanwhile the fans roar with approval.)

Rick: Some close calls there for both men, and both are circling each other again.

(Majik looks more intense than he did earlier, and unleashes on Hathaway some fierce jabs to the ribs, backing him into the turnbuckle, followed by swift stomps that get Hathaway on the ground.)

Eddie: Hah! He�s really feeling it now, and here comes Majik again.

(Majik picks Shawn up, who is grabbing onto his injuries in pain. Majik grapples from behind, and lifts Hathaway up onto his shoulders.)

Rick: This isn�t going to be good.

(Majik runs quickly to the nearest turnbuckle, then sends Hathaway slamming into the ropes, the ropes going straight into his chest. Hathaway lets out a terrifying scream of pain as he bounces back up, which Majik deftly uses to turn his rebound into a neck breaker. The fans are booing and cheering at the same time, booing for Majik�s cruelty, but at the same time cheering for the tremendous display.)

Rick: That�s some incredible impromptu work by Majik I have to say. He goes for the cover

1!
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Eddie: This is it!

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2!
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Eddie: Almost there!

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3!

Rick: NO! He kicked out, somehow Shawn Hathaway kicked out, he wants that title and he going to kill himself doing.

Eddie: He can�t fight to win this thing, why doesn�t he just die?

(Majik is momentarily stunned, but quickly turns Shawn over, and grabs his legs.)

Rick: Sharpshooter! Majik has it in really hard now, and Hathaway is already in incredible pain from that last move. He�s reaching for the ropes now, but their just at the end of his fingertips, he just can�t reach it!

Eddie: Just tap already!

(Shawn screams in pain as he squirms for every centimeter closer he can get to the ropes. The fans start their Hathaway chant again.)

Rick: He just needs a little bit longer�just an inch and he�s got it!

(Hathaway finds the energy in him to take one last lunge for the rope.)

Rick: This is it�

Eddie: No way he can�

Rick: He got it! The ref breaks the hold!

(Majik still has plenty in him, and picks Hathaway up off of the mat.)

Rick: Majik chucks Hathaway into the turnbuckle!

Eddie: �Majik Clothesline!�

Rick: Hathaway's head pressed right against the metal ring post there.

(Majik grabs Hathaway�s head and climbs the turnbuckle.)

Rick: Is Majik going up top? We�ve not seen this before from him!

Eddie: Hurricanrana!

Rick: Hathaway�s head just hit the mat with a vicious impact, Majik pulling something out of the bag there.

Eddie: Well, he's now kicking Hathaway�s head. He's concentrating on that head and neck of Hathaway's for some reason.

(Majik walks away from Hathaway and climbs the turnbuckle once again.)

Eddie: High-Flying Maverick Monster of Mayhem!!!

Rick: He leaps!

(In mid-air Majik wields his right elbow.)

Eddie: Elbow Drop!

Rick: Onto the mat! He misses! Hathaway rolled out of the way! Majik who doesn�t usually do the high-flying stuff went to the well once to often there.

(Majik painfully gets back up and looks at Hathaway.)

Majik: That�s it, I�m finishing this.

Rick: What?

Eddie: Oh boy!

(Majik pulls the injured Hathaway into the middle of the ring, and lets a quick elbow drop to Shawn�s ribs keep him paralyzed there.)

Rick: Lay off the damn ribs!

Eddie: There, there Rick, its just strategy, pure and simple.

(Majik goes up on top of the turnbuckle again, and lets loose a particularly nasty looking smear, then leaps off as high he can go, At the apex of the leap he dives his forehead straight into Shawn Hathaway�s ribcage.)

Rick: Flying Head butt! This one�s going to be it!

WHAAAAAM!

Rick: OH DEAR GOD!

Eddie: SWEET! Shawn�s dead!

(Majik hooks the leg and a horrified ref makes the count. Meanwhile the crowd is going insane with boo�s.)

1!
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2!
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Rick: Not like this�

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THREE!

Eddie: Majik moves on!

Rick: So it's settled. Majik will face Spark in the finals of the Cruiserweight tournament. I am looking forward to this quite a bit, Eddie!

[Fade into the Red Scorpion. She slowly leads a cameraman down a dark hallway, and finally they come to the room of White Scorpion.]

White Scorpion: As you can all clearly see I am in the building. I know there are a lot of questions that have yet to be answered, but you shall all soon be shown the light.

[WS moves over to the light switch, and then flips it up. The lights then come on.]

White Scorpion: There are things that disgust me about the darkness, and then there are things that disgust me about the light. I really do not know which bothers me more. Just like Barcode and Hurley. They learned there first lesson once before, and they might just have to learn another one.

[WS signals for the cameraman to leave, and then we fade out.]

(Returning to ringside, we see the cage being lowered. The fans react with cheers.)

Rick: Fans, we all know what's coming up next.

Eddie: Potentially the most hardcore match in IWA history. Even possibly rivaling Bell vs. Mann 1.

Rick: It could very well rival that amazing match. Both these men are hardcore purists. And in an environ...

("Big Dumb Rocket" plays.)

Rick: What the... That's Adam Fierce's music.

(The fans respond with a mixed reaction, as Adam Fierce steps onto the ramp, wearing casual jeans and an IWA polo shirt.)

Eddie: It's the Vice President... what is Fierce doing here?

(Fierce walks down the aisle briskly, eyeing the cage as he does. Fierce reaches ringside and takes a seat next to Rick.)

Rick: Uh, hi, Adam.

Adam: Mornin' boys. If you're wondering why I'm down here, just look in front of you at my design, the Barbwire Cage, and you'll have your answer.

Eddie: Deep words.

Adam: And besides, in light of the first two cruiserweight semis, and how great they were, I can't bare to not see the rest of the show close up.

Rick: Well isn't that just great. Now to the match, shall we?

Adam: Hey, we're waiting for Hurley, here. Not me.

(The cage is in place and the crowd pops.)

Eddie: I'm gonna like this!

[Party Hard by Andrew WK erupts through the arena and the crowd goes completely nuts. Red letters on the titan tron above the stage area spell out one word . . . �Everyday� from the back stage area steps none other than Evan �Everyday� Hurley. Outfitted in tall glossy black boots and glossy red tights. His black hair falls down past his strong well-chiselled shoulders. Evan shoots the crowd a cocky smile and jogs down towards the ring. But he haults before the massive structure.]

Rick: I think Evan just now realizes what he's in for.

Eddie: Pain... and LOTS of it.

[Hurley enters the cage through the door, noticing the tables folded between the cage and the ring.]

. . .

[The music begins, softly, and slowly begins to grow. The crowd falls to a hush, as the music starts, and the the lights slowly dim The arena is covered in a blue light, as Sanitarium begins...]

#Welcome to where time stands still
#no one leaves and no one will
#Moon is full, never seems to change
#just labeled mentally deranged
#Dream the same thing every night
#I see our freedom in my sight
#No locked doors, No windows barred
#No things to make my brain seem scarred

[The last word is barely heard, when Mike Barcode and steps out from the locker room area. He is sporting, very proudly, the IWA Extreme Title. Barcode stands still at the start of the ramp, taking in the environment. The music has been playing, as he listens, and breathes, before departing down the ramp.]

#Whisper things into my brain
#assuring me that I'm insane
#They think our heads are in their hands
#but violent use brings violent plans
#Keep him tied, it makes him well
#he's getting better, can't you tell?

[Barcode paces the the ring, looking back and forth at his opponent and arch nemesis, Evan Hurley, and the deadly cage.]

Rick: This match fans - get this right - will put both these men's lives at stake.

Adam: That's right. These guys want to prove something to the world, and they want to rip each other apart. I've provided them with that opportunity.

Eddie: Not only will these guys have to overcome their opponent to win, but also the cage. This can go no other route than brutality... Folks, set your VCRs.

(Barcode enters the cage, staring vengefully at his hungry opponent. Behind them, the door is locked shut.)

DING

Eddie: Oh...

DING

Eddie: ...my...

DING

Eddie: ...god!

!!!

(Hurley lunges at Barcode, striking him with blows to the temple. Barcode is reeling early. Hurley is relentless, knocking Barcode down to one knee, then attacking him with elbows to the back of the head. Barcode falls on all fours. Hurley, taking a bit of a run, kicks Barcode in the ribs, sending the Extreme champion over onto his back. Hurley mounts him and feeds straight shots to his head. Barcode tries desperately to cover up, but most shots get through.)

Adam: Evan Hurley, I must say guys, is one of the most consistently "on" guys in the business. This guy is a blue chipper, no doubt.

Rick: Just look at him here.

(The crowd roars at Evan gets to his feet, acknowledging their presence. He circles the ring as Barcode pulls himself up using the ropes. But "Everyday" Hurley comes charging in, driving his weight across Barcode's back. Evan grabs Barcode and whips him in the ropes. Barcode bounces back and is taken down with a cross-body. Hurley is quickly back up, and Barcode sits up almost out of reflex. It proves to be a mistake, as Evan kicks him in the chin.)

Adam: Man, did that have some g-force behind it, or what?

Eddie: Tables! Tables! Tables!

(Evan smiles at Eddie, and reaches out of the ring, pulling a table into the ring.)

Eddie: That's what I'm talkin' about!

(Evan lays it on the mat, returning to Barcode who has returned to his feet. An Irish whip and the Extreme champ bounces back into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Now, he heads back to the table.)

Rick: It has been all Evan Hurley so far. And now that Barcode has been immobilized, he can capitalize with the table.

Adam: The table has been set up in the ring, and now we'll see how it will be used.

(Evan, satisfied by the setup, turns back around to Barcode.)

Rick: SPINEBUSTER THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

Eddie: Mike Barcode just came out of nowhere and broke Evan in half!

(Both men are down.)

Adam: That was Barcode's first bit of offense in this match. But let me tell ya, it probably took more out of Evan than all of Hurley's attacks thus far.

(Barcode sits up. He walks over to the cage, studying the barbwire that he must endure. Then, he grabs a hold. The pain is evident in Barcode's sick smile. But, Evan is stirring, and Barcode releases his grip. He looks at his palm, which is oozing blood slowly.)

Adam: You want Extreme? Well, I gave it to ya!

Rick: To win this match, you can't get lucky. You have to be one tough motherfucker!

Eddie: Rick swore! My lord!

Rick: It's the adrenaline... it must be.

(Barcode runs at Hurley with a boot in mind, but Evan catches him with a leglace takedown. Hurley mounts him quickly and pounds away as the crowd is once again riled up.)

Rick: Look at Evan go!

(But Barcode ends his outburst, propelling him through the ropes, going head-first into the barbwired cage. Evan tumbles onto the apron clenching his skull.)

Eddie: Well golly! That looked like a real onion, didn't it?

Adam: What the hell did he just say?

Rick: I don't know, but Barcode has a firm grip on the pace of this match right now. Evan will be feeling that for awhile.

(Barcode drags him up. He locks him in a full-nelson, spins him around, and plants him face-first into the mat. A moment later and Barcode drops a leg across Evan's neck. Now, Barcode reaches between the ring and the cage, grabbing a steel chair.)

Eddie: Hey! A chair! Hot diggity!

Adam: I'd say this is gonna get ugly, but that's a given.

(Barcode begins climbing the corner. But he pauses briefly, and hops down. Grabbing the chair, and whacks Evan with it.)

Rick: There's a shot!

(Content, he climbs back up the ropes. Once on top, Barcode stands tall, staring down at his battered opponent. Then, with the chair in his hand, he leaps.)

Eddie: WOO....

(Barcode slides the chair behind his back, and lands on Hurley's body chair-first.)

Eddie: ...OOOOO!!

Adam: What a damn innovative, yet painful experience that was.

Rick: This could be Barcode's chance!

(But he doesn't choose to take it. Barcode instead grabs a table and pulls it in the ring. Barcode sets it up in no time.)

Eddie: DOU-BLE TA-BLES! DOU-BLE TA-BLES!

(Eddie's chant is to no avail. Barcode grabs Evan, pulling him up and stuffing his head between his legs, right in front of the table.)

Rick: He's gonna go for a powerbomb through the table!!

(He lifts Evan up, but the challenger fights him off with punches to the head. Evan leaps off and grabs Barcode in a waist lock. He goes for a suplex through the table, but it's blocked and countered, as Barcode throws him hard into the cage wall. Evan seems to stick to it for a split second, before falling onto the ropes, then tumbling in the ring.)

Eddie: Ah jeez! These bleeps are insane to wrestle in this match!

Adam: Heh. You know it. That's why they get paid more money than you, Eddie.

(Barcode now heads to the cage wall. Carefully, he chooses an area to place his hand. Slowly, and calculatingly, he climbs the cage.)

Rick: Barcode is taking his time here, making sure not to grab barbwire unecessarily.

Adam: The cage is designed for very little leway, so there's no chance he can scale that thing without sacrifice.

Rick: But the least, the better.

(Barcode is halfway up, but it has taken him a long time. In which Evan has returned to his feet. Bleeding from his back and his skull, he walks over to Barcode. He climbs up onto the second rope, turns around and grabs Barcode by the waist.)

Rick: Oh boy...

(A moment later, a table is no more.)

Adam: HUGE F'N POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!!

Rick: Holy hell, that had height!

Eddie: Dabada...yabada...duh...

(Eddie is drooling. The crowd is roaring. Barcode is bleeding.)

Rick: And Evan is now climbing the cage... I will be shocked if he doesn't win it here.

(Evan climbs slowly as well, making sure to only subject himself to the piercing pain when there is no other way.)

Adam: Evan Hurley, the reigning IWA Tag champion with his cousin Adam Burke, is damn near garneshing a second IWA belt... and what a belt it would be.

(With each passing second, he grows closer to the peak of the cage. But Barcode grows closer to his feet as well.)

Rick: Barcode's stirring... he's up!

(But he falls back down, much to the crowd's liking.)

Eddie: Oh no! Barcode is down!

Adam: And Evan has a hand on the top of the cage... his hands will be scarred from this for sure... the top of that cage is nothing but barbwire... everywhere!

(Slowly, Evan reaches his other hand on the top. He begins pulling himself up, sucking up the agony he must be enduring.)

Rick: Look at Barcode! He knows he's about to lose!

(Barcode scrambles. Grabbing that steel chair, he tosses it in the air at Hurley. He connects with him, and Hurley loses part of his grip. But he's still holding on with two hands.)

Eddie: Hurley is hanging... and Barcode is grabbing that chair again... he throws it!

(Again, it hits Hurley. This time in the head. Evan releases his hold with one hand. Evan is dangling by one hand. Blood is trickling out of his other hand.)

Rick: My god! I don't know if he's hanging on by choice of if he's stuck!

Adam: Either way, that's 250 pounds of pressure on his hand... being shredded by the barbwire! There will be nothing left of his hand after this!

(Barcode grabs the chair again.)

Rick: If Barcode connects with this chair, Hurley is down... he can't hold on anymore... look at the blood oozing from his grip.

Eddie: This is sick in a beautiful, beautiful way!

(Barcode tosses it.)

(The crowd roars.)

Rick: Evan caught it! He caught the chair!

(Hurley throws the chair down at Barcode. Instinctively, he catches it. Quickly, Evan plants his feet in the cage, and backflips off near the top.)

(Evan flies...)

(...flies...)

(...and connects.)

Adam: OH MY GOD!!

Rick: Did you see that?

Eddie: He just did a moonsault from way the hell up there... and drove that chair into Barcode's face with 250 pounts falling from 15 feet!

Rick: Barcode must be finished now! He must be!

(Unfortunately for Evan, he took a lot of the impact as well, and both men are down.)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Rick: Can you believe this match? I don't know if these guys will have a career after this!

Eddie: They'll have left a legacy, that's for sure.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Adam: These fans are into this match like nothing else... it's great! I love the NWA... I love the IWA!

(It appears now that Evan is getting up. He has lost a lot of blood, and it seems he is having trouble.)

Rick: I don't know if Evan can muster up enough strength to climb that cage after all he's been through so far.

Eddie: This match has been a spotfest... we knew it would be... and we all wanted it to be! It sure as damn-hell has been delivering. But, Rick, I fear these guys will pass out before we get a finish.

(Just as he says that, Barcode pops to his feet, and his Evan with a twist-of-fate inverted neckbreaker.)

Eddie: ARMAGGEDON!!!

Adam: Mike Barcode, just when you think he's down, nails you with a move that ends matches regularly!

(Barcode stumbles to the ropes. He climbs up to the top and begins going up the cage.)

Rick: Barcode is moving slower then last time. Not because he's being more careful, but because he can't physically move any faster!

(Evan is down, he doesn't look to be moving any time soon.)

Rick: Barcode is nearing the top of the cage. I think he's gonna retain, fans!

Eddie: You gotta believe it!

(But now, Evan has begun moving.)

Adam: Hurley is stirring!

Rick: He's gonna have to hurry, Barcode is way up there now.

(Evan sits up. The crowd is getting behind him now. Evan is dazed.)

Eddie: He's not gonna make it on time! Barcode's nearly to the top!

(Evan looks up and sees his predictament.)

Adam: You're right, Eddie.

(Hurley grabs the chair and sits it up on the mat underneath Barcode.)

Rick: What's he doing! He has to climb! He has to stop Barcode!

Adam: Why doesn't he hit Barcode with the chair??

(Evan backs up. He takes a sprint, steps on the chair, then on the top rope, and leaps way up, grabbing onto the shoulders of Mike Barcode.)

Eddie: Oh no!

Rick: Barcode has to support both there weights! He must be writhing!

Adam: I can't believe what Evan just did! That was amazing!

Rick: And now look! He's climbing over Barcode!

(Barcode is just hanging on for dear life, as Evan climbs over top of him. Evan grabs a hold of the top of the cage with both hands.)

Adam: Barcode is totally immobilized right now! If he lets get, he falls! But he must be trying to just hold on, holding 500 pounds right now!

(The crowd is roaring as Evan puts on foot over the cage. Now free of the weight, Barcode grabs on to Evan's other leg.)

Eddie: Don't let go Barcode!

Adam: Hurley is kicking! Barcode can't hold on much longer!

(And he doesn't. Mike Barcode crashes to the mat.)

Rick: HE FELL! HURLEY'S GONNA WIN THIS THING!

(A moment later, Evan drops down to the floor, and collapses to his stomach. The crowd is roaring very loudly as the bell sounds.)

DING DING DING!

Rick: Evan Hurley finally gets his revenge on Mike Barcode, and in a big, big way!

Adam: What a historic match this is... this feud has went back almost a year to their HCWF days, and I have to think that tonight, Evan Hurley has finally put an end to it all, in a match that will be talked about for years to come.

Eddie: I'm not a fan of Evan Hurley. But tonight, he has earned my respect.

(Paramedics rush to ringside. Some tend to Barcode inside the cage, the others to the victor, and double champion, Evan Hurley.)

Rick: This is insane.

[Cut backstage. In front of an IWA backdrop, complete with two giant arms connected in an arm wrestling pose playing the role of an archway. Standing sluggishly, and looking around nervously, is IWA interviewer, Sam Bricks.]

Outside Whisper: Hey! Sam! You're on!

[Sam quickly stares into the camera.]

Sam: Hello you guys. Uh, the fans, I mean. Uh, well, I'm here to introduce a tag team that is joining the IWA. They, uh, well they are wrestlers. It's a tag team, and, uh...

[Sam fumbles with a piece of paper stuffed in his pocket for more information, when suddenly, he's cut off by the tag team, impatient and irritated.]

[They are two blond men. 6'3" Robby Vane and 6'1" Eddy Gracious.]

Vane: Alright, buddy. I don't care much for our intervier not knowing a damn thing about us!

Gracious: Yeah. And what kind of company would hire a crappy-ass interview guy like you, and put them on a big ass PPV like this, anyway?

[The camera briefly focusses on the IWA logo in the background.]

Vane: I'm sick of you. We are the biggest up-and-comers the NWA has in their roster of idiots and posers. We are Sex and Violence!

[They strike a pose. While in their picture-perfect stance, Sam is getting a message through his earpiece.]

Sam: Umm, sorry guys, but somethings happening back at ringside. We, uh, gotta cut this.

[Sex and Violence look at him, not pleasantly, either.]

Sam: Sorry guys.

(Back at ringside, a man in a white mask is in the cage, tossing around the medics.)

Rick: It's the White Scorpion, folks! And he's going nuts here, trying to get to Barcode!

Eddie: And he's got a chair!

Rick: Mike Barcode is unconcious, or damn close if not. We need help, quick!

(Without an ounce of concern, WS takes a big run and clocks the bloody body of Mike Barcode. The body twitches. The White Scorpion hits him again with similar results.)

Eddie: This is bad! You can't do this to a guy who just wrestled in a match like this! I mean, seriously!

(White Scorpion takes one more shot, much to the hatred of the crowd. Despite their dislike for Barcode, they are going too far. Now, WS takes off in a flash. Through the crowd, and he is lost in an instant. The medics return to him as the crowd is once again in a rustle.)

Rick: This is sick. Sometimes, wrestling is a very horrible place.

[Cut backstage again, and we find that same IWA backdrop to be dismantled and destroyed. Eddy Gracious, one half of Sex and Violence, is kicking and clubbing at the destroyed arms of the set, while his partner, "The Dream" Robby Vane holds a whimpering Sam Bricks by the throat.]

Vane: We're here one day, and this is what happens? Huh? Your little promotion wants to disrespect us like this? We're not important enough for you guys?

[Sam Bricks, serving as the symbolizing man of the IWA in this attack, is nearly in tears.]

Rick: What is wrong with this duo? They came from the PNW, just got a contract here, and now they are sacrificing it just like that?

Adam: I run this place! And I say they aren't gaining any points with me!

Gracious: Robby, this is whacked, man. This place can't treat us right, I think that's clear here.

Vane: Quiet, Eddy!

[Vane returns to his rantings, looking Bricks square in the eye.]

Vane: We can be worth millions to this company! You guys just don't know it yet! You guys can't grasp what you are toying with in disrespecting us!

[Vane sighs.]

Vane: I've had enough of this.

[With a loud crash, Vane sends Sam Bricks, the skinny little red-head, flying over one of the broken arms of the set.]

Eddie: Hah!

[Then, a fistful of security guard come in, and restrain the tag team duo. They don't fight them off. Robby Vane stares into the camera before he is taken away.]

Vane: Sex and Violence! Whether in the IWA or not, you'll be seeing a lot more of us!

[The security cart of Vane and his partner Eddy Gracious, before we head back to the announce desk. The area has been cleaned and the cage has been raised.]

Adam: Those boys are in a lot of trouble, let me just say. They've been here a day and already this. I don't think I like them much.

Eddie: They kinda seemed a little homosexual, to me.

Rick: Oh, jesus!

Eddie: What?

Rick: Nevermind! Let's just get to the next match, ok?

Eddie: That depends on what it is.

Rick: We've got Jeckel, the beast that he has shown to be, defending the International title against a former - and dominating, I might add - IWA Heavyweight champ.

Eddie: You mean Byron Tanis is back???

Rick: Ugh. I mean The Boog-man.

Adam: Heheh. You guys are great.

Rick: Since losing the title, Boog has been treading water, if you will. And tonight he plans on making a stance and taking back some of the thunder that President Vincent and you, Adam, stole from him. In my opinion, anyway.

Eddie: But yours never matters.

Rick: You're right. It doesn't. Your opinion matters to you, my opinion matters to me. Just like everyone's opinion matters to themselves.

Adam: By the way, I put IWA first, I didn't steal anything. Nothing that wasn't already stolen, anyway.

Rick: What was stolen??

Adam: IWA's ability to move forward... to grow! Boog is well over the hump, Rick. He held us back, and you know it.

Rick: That's BS!

Adam: But alas, we've argued over this too many times already. Jeckel and Boog should put on an excellent match here. Jeckel has only lost to Super Shoink, and some call that a fluke. Jeckel, in return has put Super Shoink on the sidelines, and there is no doubt that Jeckel is as scary as ever. Boog, as we stated is looking to impress here. He needs to if he wants to stay a focal point in our programming.

Rick: It's the former top dog against a potential soon-to-be top dog here. A meeting in the middle, if you will. This should be a helluva contest!

#Some for the Money
#Some for the show
#Some for the credit
#Some expect it from the get-go

#Some get bush-leagued
#Some win the rings
#Some get high-reflecting glory that the good Lord
brings

(Out walks Boog, a little contemplative, not pandering to the crowd all that much.)

Rick: The crowd is excited, as always, with "The World's Original". Now, how can you argue against this reaction?

Adam: I'm not saying the guy isn't an asset. I'm saying his prime has passed. His days of carrying a federation, are passed.

Rick: I think you're wrong. By God, I know you're wrong!

Eddie: Shut up, Rick!

Rick: No!

Adam: Do what the man says!

Rick: Ugh.

Eddie: Win won for the Gipper.

#Shortstop standing in the lurch
#Bridging faith and field research
#High-wire balance, every move is inspired
#Hedge your bets and Handicaps
#Shortstop's here to mind the gaps
#Lord, who will rise up when that number's retired

#Who will rise up? (Explosion)

Eddie: Gah!
#Who will rise up? (Explosion)

Eddie: Gah!
#Who will rise up? (Explosion)

Eddie: Gah!

(Boog jumps onto the ring, and non-typically steps through the ropes. He walks to his corner, and awaits what is to come, stretching out and warming up...)

#Some get lazy, fake like they're lame.
#Some warm benches, got no passion for the big game.
#Who's got spirit, who do you love?
#Whose right hand is firmly planted in a golden glove?

#Shortstop standing in the lurch
#Bridging faith and field research
#High-wire balance, every move is inspired
#Hedge your bets and Handicaps
#Shortstop's here to mind the gaps
#Lord, who will rise up when that number's retired
#Who will rise up?
#Who will rise up?
#Who will rise up?

#And the moral of the story
#And the moral of the story
#Never send a towel-snappin,' cup-adjusting,
glory-grabbin,' Full o' bologna,
sanctimony-spewing rookie in to do a big man's job
#Yessirree...bob
#Shortstop standing in the lurch
#Bridging faith and field research
#High-wire balance, every move is inspired
#Hedge your bets and Handicaps
#Shortstop's here to mind the gaps
#Lord, who will rise up when that number's retired
#Who will rise up?
#Who will rise up?
#Who will rise up?

Adam: You know he's ready. You just know, by the look in his eyes. If he can surpass the monster... that we will find out.

The Lights dim and everyone is prepared for what is next. You hear a mellow thunder storm in the backround but it quickly cuts out to a throaty chuckle and then eventually the voice of one man

[Jeckel]

Jeckel: I show no fear.

BOOM!!!

Rick: God Damnit he's gotta stop this!

Eddie: You'd think we'd be use to it by now?

Instrumental version of White Coma by Marilyn Manson plays.

Rick: A new theme song?

Adam: Yes this one is much slower and dark than Sweet Dreams.

Eddie: Dark. Slow. Those are good.

Jeckel steps from the curtains and slowly walks to the ring with pyro going off as he gets closer to the ring. The Boog-man respectfully exits the ring. Slowly Jeckel rises to the apron and ascends the turnbuckle and having one foot on the middle rope and the other on the top rope Jeckel raises one fist in the air and a Massive Explosion goes off scaring the crap out of pretty much the whole IWA crowd.

Rick: Sweet Jesus this man is going to put me into early retirement.

Jeckel leaps off the top turnbuckle into the ring which he walks to the ropes looking directly at the announce team giving them a hard, cold stare.

Eddie: I think you upset him...

Rick: Me? What did I do? I think he's looking at you, Fierce.

Adam: Ha! I sign his matches... he loves me!

Jeckel looks for a second more and turns away heading to the designated corner.

Rick: Whew! That was scary. And now that that is over... we can get this baby started!

DING - - - DING - - - DING!

(The crowd gives out a hard and steady cheer, continuous, as Boog and Jeckel stand face to face, toe to toe. The cheer holds as the two pour out their intensity. Jeckel with his intimidating smile; Boog with his solid-as-a-rock fierceness.)

Eddie: When's this gonna blow?

(The two are nose to nose, any closer and they would be one. Then, without a moment's notice, Boog strikes Jeckel with a shot. The crowd pops suddenly louder as the two begin exchanging shots, each man trying to knock the other off for a moment to set motion their strategies.)

Adam: Look at those blows. How can either of them not relent! These aren't normal men!

Rick: That much is definitely not debatable.

(Shot after shot after shot, and finally, an opening. The Boog-man slows down a fragment, and it cost him the advantage of the match. Jeckel rocks him with continuous shots faster than his opponent. First, Jeckel fires two to Boog's one. Then three, then four, until Boog finally goes down.)

Eddie: Man, that was just one damn sickening exchange of blows. I've never seen one like that in all my days.

(Boog is getting to his feet, but after that exchange, he doesn't even know he is. Jeckel knocks him back with a staggering forearm. Boog is whipped in the ropes, and a double-underhook belly-to-belly sends Boog back to the mat. As Jeckel mounts to his feet, it becomes apparent that he has been cut open on his right temple. A shot of Boog, once again rising to his feet, shows that he has been cut aswell.)

Rick: That took all of 30 seconds for these guys to bleed.

Adam: Those 30 seconds saw the release of at least 60 damned punches!

Eddie: Man, I love this damn fed!

(Jeckel knees Boog in the back, sending him face-first into the ropes. Boog clenches on as Jeckel clubs him with several forearms to the back. Jeckel runs off the opposite ropes, and drops his body weight across the back of The World's Original.)

Eddie: That's a big man crashing down on Boog, right there. Any more of those and Boog might be better off walking outta here.

Rick: He wouldn't do that even if both his arms were broke.

Adam: Well, he might need to, cuz Jeckel is gonna do it again.

(The monster named Jeckel is on a move, with Boog as his target. But at the last second, Boog drops down, pulling the top rope as low as his might allows. Jeckel is caught unprepared and tumbles over the top rope to the floor. The crowd pops.)

Rick: Excellent move! That's why Boog is the man, Fierce. He might not be quite as agile and strong as he was - though I doubt he lost any more than a fraction of either - but his knowledge and experience more than make up for it!

Adam: I'm not arguing over this anymore, Rick. Jeckel is the future. Boog is the past.

(Boog rolls to the floor. He wipes the small dose of blood on the side of his forehead before kicking down at the fallen Jeckel. Boog grabs his long dark hair and pulls him up. Jeckel instinctively elbows him in the chest, but he is still slow from the fall. Boog headbutts him, maintaining a firm advantage. Then, he locks in the double-underhook on the keeled over Jeckel, tossing him over his head with a suplex.)

Rick: Jeckel's back lands hard on the thin padding there.

Adam: That padding might as well not be there. It really doesn't relent any. I know from experience, too.

(Boog pulls Jeckel to his feet the same way. Using all his power, he fires The Phoenix only a few feet away where he crashes into the steel steps. Try as they had, the steps failed to stay in place.)

Eddie: That's gotta hurt.

Rick: The ref's trying to get this thing back in the ring... but it doesn't seem he's having much luck, does it?

Adam: I don't think so, no.

(Boog approaches his opponent, but the improvisational International champion tosses a section of the steps into the skull of The Boog-man. He drops down like a dead body.)

Eddie: Hoooo boy....

Adam: That's gonna leave an impression.

Rick: He means that literally, folks.

(Jeckel grabs a hold of the top of the guardrail and pulls himself up. He shakes off any remaining bugs and circles his shoulders, stretching. Then, as the challenger returns to his feet he charges towards him.)

Rick: Here he comes!

(Jeckel collides with Boog. The unprepared Boog-man is shot back, crashing into the ringpost.)

DING!

Eddie: Oh my-lanta!

(Boog falls forward and Jeckel catches him in a bearhug. Jeckel squeezes anything out of Boog that he can, then throws him into the ring. Boog is tossed all the way to the center.)

Rick: That must be the most unique way to enter the ring I've ever seen. Like a belly-to-belly entrance.

Adam: Jeckel's got power, that's for sure.

(The Phoenix wastes no time as he climbs to the ring apron. Scouting his fallen opponent, in the center of the ring, he climbs to the top rope relatively quick.)

Eddie: Jeckel's up high!

Rick: We don't see this very much.

Adam: And he's off . . .

(Jeckel flies through the air, arms and legs extended.)

Adam: . . . Big splash! He connected with the force of his entire great mass!

Rick: Jeckel's hooking the legs, and he might have it here . . .

ONE!

TWO!

. . .

(Boog pops the crowd, getting the shoulder up in time.)

Rick: The veteran isn't about to let this one end without being damn near killed, first!

Adam: I wouldn't be surprised if that were the way this one turned out.

Eddie: I'm actually willing to put money on that assumption.

Rick: You guys are horrible! When The Boog-man wins this match, and I strongly feel he will, you guys will eat those words.

Adam: Tsk, tsk, announcer boy.

(Jeckel wraps his arms around the body of Boog, and powers him up to his feet. He squeezes tightly, forcing the air out of The Boog-man's muscular body. Boog tries to battle free of the unforgiving hold, clubbing and scraping at The Phoenix's face. And just when it seems to be working, Jeckel throws himself back, slamming Boog's body on the mat.)

Eddie: Jeckel's style is that of Rick's pissed off wife. Unpredictable and deadly.

Rick: Yeah, and...HEY!

Adam: Oh you guys.

(Boog lays on his back, breathing heavily. Jeckel has returned to his feet. Staring down on his opponent, he drives his massive boot into his sternum. Boog flinches with each one, and eventually rolls to the outside to avoid further attack. This is for naught, however, as The Phoenix wastes not a second to follow him out.)

Rick: There's no getting away from this.. complex beast.

(Jeckel has Boog by the head and smacks it off the ringpost. After this he throws Boog back in the ring. Jeckel rolls himself inside and returns to the attack. Boog is pulled up to his feet. He is thrown into the ropes. Jeckel catches Boog on the return with a side suplex. Boog, however much pain he might be in, climbs back up and is once again thrown into the ropes. Upon his return, Jeckel lays him back to the back with a stiff clothesline.)

Adam: The Boog-man is returning to his feet once again, whether consciously or not, that's a different story.

Rick: This Jeckel, ever since coming here, has ran through all his opponents. He's a monster in that ring, there's no denying it, but somehow, someway, I think Boog will pull through. This is a statement the Boog-man needs to make. There's too much stake in this match. And this is arguably Jeckel's toughest competition to date.

(Jeckel has once again grabbed hold of Boog's arm, ready to toss him in the ropes. He does this, but it seems to spark Boog, as he charges out full-throttle. He dives at his opponent, spearing him to the mat. The crowd erupts.)

Adam: The World's Original pulls it out of nowhere! And now both guys are down. But for how long?

(The answer comes quickly, as Jeckel rolls to his stomach. Shortly after, to his hands and knees. Boog is shortly behind him. Jeckel has reached his feet. He turns around and grabs Boog by the head as he is nearly up. But the former IWA champion is lightning quick to throw him on his back, and drive him down with a Death Valley Driver.)

Rick: The Boogster is mounting a comeback here.

(Both men are returning to their feet. This time, the Boog-man is in the lead. Having reached his feet, he makes a run at Jeckel, driving his knee deep into his chest, knocking him against the ropes. Boog, with the crowd firmly behind his every move, launches him in the ropes. Jeckel flies back and Boog uses his momentum to toss him over the ropes.)

Eddie: Jeckel lands on the apron! Boog thinks he's on the floor!

Rick: Uh oh.

(Jeckel reaches out to grab Boog's head. But, seemingly out of instinct, Boog grabs his extended arm and pulls it down over his shoulder. He holds on.)

Rick: Jeckel's in a bad place right now.

(Boog now spins himself around, holding the arm, and Jeckel has no choice but to follow, over the ropes and to the mat.)

Adam: He could have hyperextended that arm!

Rick: Boog drops down now, with his leg over Jeckel's arm, and he's twisting his wrist. He's starting to string these moves together now.

(Boog gets to his knees, still holding firm on the wrist. But Jeckel springs to his feet. He attacks with a lariat, but Boog ducks it. He then lifts Jeckel off his feet, carries him over to the ropes, and drapes him over the top rope between his legs.)

Eddie: C'mon! That's just like a low-blow!

Adam: And the ref, and myself actually, has no objections.

Eddie: But... but..

Rick: Shut up, Eddie! Boog is setting up for something here, eying Jeckel carefully as he hands on top of the ropes.

Adam: Now he's looking at the adjacent ropes... what's he thinking?

(Without further warning, The Boog-man runs at the ropes adjacent from Jeckel. He leaps up onto the top one, and propels his entire body in Jeckel's direction, driving his elbow into Jeckel's throat with all possible force.)

Rick: ELBOW OF ANNIHILATION!

Adam: That's a variation I haven't seen before!

Rick: But Jeckel has fallen to the floor! Boog can't make the cover.

(Boog rolls out to the floor. Once again he wipes the blood covering the right side of his face before pulling Jeckel up to his feet, and rolling him in the ring. Boog follows him in quickly, and hooks the legs. The ref slides into position.)

Eddie: No... please no!

(. . . . . ONE!)

Rick: He's gonna have him!

(. . . . . TWO!)

Rick: I told ya!

(KICKOUT!)

Adam: No! Only two! Rick, you're a little two quick there with your calls.

Rick: I was.... he had him! I can't believe he didn't get him!

(Boog-man displays his patience and maintains his composure. He grabs his opponent, the International champion, and walks him to the corner. Boog bounces Jeckel's head off the turnbuckle, before whipping him into the opposite corner. Jeckel stumbles out backwards.)

Rick: Jeckel falls right into Boog's arms... and there's a powerful German suplex!

Adam: Jeckel is left folded up!

(The Boog-man grabs Jeckel by his head and pulls him down so that he's lying on his back. Boog now begins his ascent up the ropes.)

Eddie: Looks like we might see a Boogsault, here!

Rick: Jeckel's getting up, though...

Adam: And quickly!

(As Boog stands facing the crowd, set up for his moonsault, Jeckel climbs up the corner rather fast and grabs Boog in a chicken-wing.)

Rick: OH jeezus...

(Not a second later, The Phoenix throws himself backwards, taking Boog with him, and driving Boog into the mat.)

Adam: THAT WAS THE GATES OF HEAVEN!!

Eddie: FROM THE MOTHERF... THE TOP ROPE!!!

Rick: But Jeckel took some of that impact! He's not moving! All he has to do is make the cover, and this match is finished!

(Jeckel shows little signs of making the cover.)

Eddie: C'mon, Jeckel!

Adam: He has to hurry! That move definitely took its toll on Boog, and he might not recover fully... but if Jeckel doesn't pin him soon, Boog will come to!

(At this point, Boog hasn't moved a muscle, save for his breathing. And now, Jeckel rolls over to his stomach. He is mere inches from the body of his challenger.)

Rick: He's not gonna make it in time!

(A breif pause follows, as the impact clearly affected the International champ.)

Eddie: PIN HIM!

(And with a throw of the arm, Boog is covered.)

. . .

OOOONNNNNEEE!!!!

. . .

TWWWWWOOOOOO!!!!

.

.

.

THHRREEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Eddie: JECKEL WINS! I TOLD YA, RICK!! I TOLD YA!

Adam: He did, Rick! Jeckel has bested the former NWA Superstar!

Rick: I... I don't know what to say!

Eddie: How about, Eddie, you're always right!

Rick: I really thought The Boog-man was gonna win. I know he has it in him, and I thought that he would be the one to derail this monster, the International champ, Jeckel.

Adam: Excellent match, as I predicted. And, as I predicted, Jeckel has won. He is on the rise, Rick, and Boog is on the fall.

Rick: You know what? Yeah, Jeckel is on the rise! Yeah, he won! But, damnit, Adam Fierce, The Boog-man is still as great as he's always been! Don't forget that he pinned you a couple months ago!

Adam: Yeah, but...

Rick: But nothing!

Eddie: Of course, Fierce hasn't wrestled in, what, 2 years? He can't be that good anymore.

(A pause.)

Eddie: Uh... I mean... with ring rust and everything. Sure, you're still better now than half the guys out there.

(. . .)

Eddie: Did I say half? Cuz I meant almost all.

(Back in the ring, Jeckel The Phoenix has regained his composure. He is visibly worn, but his presence still strikes fear in all who dwell near. The Boog-man, now, is also beginning to move. Jeckel is staring down at him as he begins his slow ascent back to his feet.)

Adam: Jeckel's eyes are the kind that can make you tremble, but don't allow you to look away. His stlye is the definition of beautiful chaos, and he is, the future of wrestling.

(As Boog turns around, he is scooped up by Jeckel.)

Rick: Not this...

(Jeckel pushes Boog's face out with his hand, and slams him down hard face first.)

Eddie: The future of wrestling has just decimated the past of wrestling with whatever the hell that was!

Rick: Damn it, get someone out here!

(Just then, the crowd begins to cheer. The cheers slowly get louder as more fans begin to realize, and Jeckel, instinctively turns to the ramp, waiting for whoever Boog's savior might be. Then, from behind, slides in the smallest wrestler of all.)

Adam: Hyuk Suh Kim! That little...

(Hyuk, who came from the audience, twists around Jeckel's arm. He holds on the arm, and in a moment bounces off the ropes, kicking Jeckel straight in the face.)

Rick: It's Hyuk Suh Kim and he's rippin' it up!

(Hyuk has the arm bar locked in, keeping Jeckel at bay. And with his foot, is pounding on Jeckel's face, causing what must be tremendous pain to the International champ.)

Eddie: He's a midgit! Just throw him or something!

(Then, the ruffling sound of a headset being thrown off.)

Rick: Adam, where are you...

(Adam Fierce is in the ring. He runs at Hyuk to drop an elbow.)

Rick: This isn't right!

Eddie: Yes it is!

(But Hyuk moves, and Jeckel is hit.)

Eddie: Now it ain't right!

(Fierce is back up, but Hyuk smacks his head off the top turnbuckle with a drop-toe hold. HSK is up top quickly, and hits Fierce with a missile dropkick.)

Rick: What execution!

(A bloodied and battered Boog-man has returned to his feet, and as Fierce stumbles back, Boog throws him out of the ring. The crowd is loving every second. Jeckel rolls out of the ring, aswell.)

Rick: Hyuk Suh Kim saves the Boog-man!

Eddie: Damn it, he's like a breakfast meal, he's so tiny! How can he save anyone?

(Jeckel is backing up the ramp, smiling at the men. Fierce, is trailing afterwards, bested by the two men in the ring.)

Rick: I love wrestling.

(In the ring, Boog falls to his knees, fatigued and hurt from his battle with Jeckel. HSK looks down at him.)

Rick: What's gonna happen now?

Eddie: Kick BOOG now!

(But he doesn't. Instead, he offers his hand. Boog accepts, and is pulled into an embrace.)

Rick: Now here's some class.

Eddie: Class?? More like, Class-A bullshit! Gawww-dammit!

Rick: Eddie, you're an idiot and a horrible commentator, but I love ya just the same.

(The crowd pops large as two figures appear on the IWA screen. Adam Burke and Evan Hurley.)

(A full-screen shot now, of the two, inside their assigned room, chatting.)

Burke: So I was at this bar the other night, and I'm recognized, ya know, being a famed wrestler and all, by this short stout man... kindly looked like Danny Davito but balder. Anyway, this guy, obviously drunk, has the nerve to laugh at me for attempting to beat Besolve, saying I have a better chance of catching a fish with my hands.

(Evan bumps in.)

Hurley: Well, you do, really.

(Burke ignores his comment. Either that or didn't even hear it, as he continues like Evan didn't open his mouth.)

Burke: His drunk buddies laughed at this comparison. I tell ya, being the but of jokes like that... I just snapped. I grabbed him by the collar, getting ready to punch him... but I stopped myself. Instead, I shoved him in his seat, sneered, and walked out. But man, his wal-mart boxers definitely needed a washin'.

(Everyday Evan has a look of astonishment on his face.)

Hurley: Adam, you've been so different these past days. I've never seen you like this before. You're actually a confident person right now. It's like I don't even know you.

Burke: I've never been so sure of myself in my life.

~~~

(We cut inside the halls of the Molson Center. Here, IWA reporter, Sam Bricks stands with a particularly large man, as the crowd boos immediately.)

Bricks: I'm here with Darrel Besolve. He's, ugh...

(Bricks looks over, and up at the giant red-haired warrior. He swallows.)

Bricks: He's big... and, ugh... scary.

Besolve: Do your job, rookie.

Bricks: Sorry, sir. I'm looking to hear your thoughts on tonight's main event.

Besolve: Burke, he's a less than formidable opponent. He is a cruiserweight, out of my league. He is a man who will be crushed.

(Besolve scratches his head. The quick movement of his arm causes Bricks to twitch. He screams.)

Bricks: Oh god!

(Besolve sighs.)

Besolve: But you see, I wanted to fight Adam. He is a man that I can toss around like a bag of fruit, or something. "The Tiger" will be my source of relief. For all the pain and hatred in my life right now. He has been chosen as the sacrificial lamb, and tonight is the slaughter.

(He pauses.)

Besolve: But tonight is also special for another reason. Special, because, I am the man that has gotten Burke so angry beyond anything he's ever endured in wrestling, that he's come out of his little insecure shell, and grown faith in himself. I toyed with his mind, torturing him until he's had it no more.. His confidence is up to the level of the highest mountain, and I will be the one to bring it down deeper than the depth of any ocean. His plunge will so be severe, that he will be broken, and he will never be the same again.

~~~

(Adam Burke seems to be growing angrier now. Hurley listens on to his ranting.)

Burke: I didn't know a man could get me this angry. The things he's done to me, to us. Back to when I had a shot at the IWA title, but he had so little respect that he attacked me beforehand, ending my chances before they began. His constant bullying of me, treating me like I was no one. And when he has pinning me down, forcing me to watch on helplessly as my great friend Super Shoink was injured by Jeckel... I couldn't take it. I just couldn't take it!

(Burke slams his fist on the brick walls of the dressing room. A thud resonates.)

~~~

(Sam Bricks asks another question.)

Bricks: You aren't the least bit worried that he might pull of the upset tonight?

(Besolve snickers.)

Besolve: Next question.

Bricks: He's the Worlds Cruiserweight Champion, and the IWA tag team champion.

Besolve: Please, Bricks. Being a Cruiserweight champion is meaningless against a heavyweight of my calliber. And the tag team division in the IWA isn't exactly something to be proud of.

Bricks: But he's also a former IWA International champion.

(Sam Bricks didn't take the hints, and Darrel doesn't appreciate it. He shoves Bricks off screen, grabbing the mic. He looks off-screen at Bricks, who, judging from Darrel's eyes, is lying on the floor.)

Besolve: You're nothing but an idiot, used by the IWA as fodder for the comedy-loving fans. You are the butt of jokes... you are a joke! As far as Burke goes, he is nothing my grandmother would worry about! And you know what?? You've gotten me a little riled up... and I'm gonna take him out, right now!

~~~

(Evan is trying to calm down his tag team partner.)

Hurley: Burke, save that adrenaline for the match. You'll need it, buddy. You'll need anything you can get here. And I mean anything.

Burke: You know what Evan? I know you don't believe in me. I know no one does. Not even Brandy believes in me. Everyone thinks this is a suicide act. But you know what else? This is the first time I believe in myself! And to prove to everyone that tonight's gonna be different, I'm gonna face Darrel right now!

~~~

(Darrel is strolling down the hallways, observing the names on the locker rooms as he passes.)

Darrel: Oh, Tiger! Here kitty kitty kitty...

~~~

(Evan has Adam by the arm.)

Hurley: Adam, please, don't go.

(Burke shoves him off.)

Burke: You can't stop me.

(Burke storms towards the door. He reaches out at the knob pulls the door open.)

("The Future" Darrel Besolve stands tall in front of him. A sinister smile grows on his face as he sees his much smaller opponent.)

Besolve: Hello, Adam. Just the kid I was looking for.

Burke: Kid? Kid??

(Darrel answers back, in a serious tone.)

Besolve: You don't like that? I'm sorry, really I am. I didn't mean that. How about, little girl?

Burke: You know what, Besolve? FUCK you!

(Besolve is mockingly shocked.)

Besolve: Ooh, the little unthreatening prick has grown some balls! you want to hit me, huh? You want to hit me, do ya? So, hit me. Hit me!

(Burke looks tempted.)

Besolve: DO IT!

(Burke rears back and is ready to fire, but he suddenly lets his arm go limp.)

Burke: In a few hours, Besolve. A few hours, and I will do more than that... much more.

(Besolve chuckles.)

Besolve: Well if you won't... I will!

(Besolve cracks him in the head with a right. Burke absorbs a tough shot, but comes back and fires his own. The two are about to go at it good, when Evan Hurley comes in with a chair, screaming.)

Hurley: GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, BESOLVE!!!

(The fight stops before it gets any worse. Darrel smiles, before looking back at Adam.)

Besolve: A few hours...

(He walks away, leaving Hurley and Burke. Evan drops the chair, as Burke and looks into the eyes of Burke.)

Hurley: That was a powerful sucker punch there, and you took it like a champ. You know what, I'm starting to gain confidence in you for this match... I really am.

(Burke says nothing. Evan puts his arm over his shoulder.)

Hurley: Adam, win the title tonight. Do it for Shoink. Do it for Brandy. Do it for me. More importantly, though, do it for yourself. You deserve it like no one else I know.

(With a conforting smile, Evan is off, out of the locker room. A still Adam Burke remains. He speaks to himself after a few seconds, oozing of confidence.)

Burke: I will... by god... I will!!

(Suddenly a hockey stick comes swinging through the doorway, striking Adam over the head. The stick shatters in two. A moment later, as the crowd is boing loudly, Majik walks in. He looks at the downed World Cruiserweight champion. Majik speaks in his arrogant, british voice.)

Majik: Tonight I win the IWA Cruiserweight belt. After, that, you're title, Burke... it will be mine!

(Majik turns around to the doorway, and is suddenly speared back inside. As the crowd is cheering, Spark hops to his feet.)

Spark: OK, that's enough. Don't want to push it, now.

(Spark runs away, and we cut to ringside.)

Rick: Oh man, I don't know where to begin with that!

Eddie: Interesting series of events, no?

Rick: Yeah, definitely. Darrel and Burke just showed how much they want to hurt each other.

Eddie: Not much of a surprise from Darrel's standpoint, but Burke... heh...

Rick: I really thought things would gonna explode, but Hurley managed to keep things smei-calm there. Then, Majik figures into the picture. Burke has been so focused on Besolve, and in comes Majik at the worst possible time. He could have just ruined that important focus of Adam's. Spark sure showed him, though.

Eddie: Well, if the focus is gone, then tonight's main event is even more hopeless for "The Tiger".

Rick: And I to question Majik's logic. Adam's very focused, and I hope he doesn't let this get to him... and least not until after his title match in tonight's main event. But if it does get to him, he could exact revenge by costing Majik his Cruiserweight title tonight.

Eddie: I don't think Burke will, quite frankly. He can't afford to... his match is directly after Majik's bout. He can't afford to get involved. And I think Majik knows that. He's a smart one, you know.

Rick: He certainly is. But his opponent in tonight's Cruiserweight final is Spark, a man with more heart than nearly any man I know. It's hidden, but by-gawd, it's there.

Eddie: He's got that cowardly heart kindy deal, as we just saw from his little attack just now.

Rick: Spark can be a ground wrestler, and can be a risk-taker. And after defeating O'Shields tonight, he has made the finals. His time could very well be now. This match, folks, should be a classic.

Eddie: Meh.

Rick: Stop saying that! I hate that word!

[�You can�t bring me down� by Rocky George & Mike plays out over the soundspeakers as Majik confidently, and as arrogantly as ever strides down towards ringside, as his 'representative' Findley Martin walks out behind him dressed in an immaculate light blue suit.]

#What the hell's going on around here?
#First off-let's take it from the start
#Straight out-can't change what's in my heart
#No one-can tear my beliefs apart, you can't bring me

Rick: Majik is coming out here first in this, what should be an amazing finals match.

#Who the hell you calling crazy?
#You wouldn't know what crazy was if Charles Manson
#...was eating Fruit Loops on your front porch

[Crowd boo as Majik sneers towards them as he enters the ring.]

Eddie: Majik looks a little bit warn down from his previous match. But, he's had most of the show to recouperate, so we'll see how much it affects his performance.

Rick: I can tell you right now, it doesn't matter how much he's went through against Hathaway, because this is the finals for the IWA Cruiserweight title. Whatever he has in him is coming out for this match.

#And if I offended you, Oh I'm sorry
#But, maybe you needed to be offended
#But here's my apology and one more thing...Fuck you!
#Cause you can't bring me down
#Suicidal!!!!

[Findley takes his time disrobing his charge in the ring, before finally throwing his black and red flamed leather jacket off.]

Rick: Majik is set, now we await Spark.

(The them from "Captain Bucky O'Hare and the Toad Wars" starts up and Spark walks out with green hair wearing an red t-shirt with a yellow star on it along with a pair of baggy red satin pants that are tucked into yellow boots that come almost up to his knee. He begins to run, and circles the ring, tapping both announcers on the head before finally turning and diving into the ring.)

Eddie: What the...

Rick: Spark just... oh forget it!

Eddie: Well that does it. I am officially rooting for Majik to end this man's life.

Rick: Cuz he tapped you on the head?

Eddie: Yes.

Rick: OK, then.

(Spark mounts a turnbuckle and raises his arms to a crowd pop.)

Rick: These fans here in Montreal are definitely pro-Spark, and...

(Suddenly, Majik takes him off the turnbuckles, and powerbombs him to the mat.)

Eddie: OH MY! That's right, baby!

Rick: Majik has started this match early... and it could be over just as quick!

DING DING DING

(Majik folds him for the cover.)

ONE!

(Majik puts his feet on the ropes for momentum.)

TWO!

Rick: FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Kickout!

Rick: Oh boy, that was too close for my likings.

(Majik makes a quick motion of disgust directed at the IWA official, then focuses his efforts on his challenger, the one man standing in his way for the IWA Cruiserweight belt.)

Rick: Majik has begun to work on Spark with an armbar submission. He's really wrenching that arm. Majik wants to hurt Spark and keep him off his feet before he even gets a chance to get on them.

Eddie: Now Majik is pulling Spark up, still wrenching that arm. With Spark back up, he applies... some other move, I think.

Rick: That's called an abdominal stretch, and Majik is talking trash into Spark's ear as we speak!

(Spark makes an attempt at an escape, but it's foiled as Majik pulls him to the mat with a neckbreaker. Spark pulls himself up slowly, only to be met with an onslaught of kicks that send Spark reeling into the ropes. Majik hits a final kick to the gut before launching him into the opposite corner. Majik follows up running, but Spark has catapulted himself over Majik. But, a mule kick saves the day.)

Eddie: The ref didn't see that.

Rick: Not like it matters it he did, though. For those of you who don't know, we order our officials from local optomatrists offices, required that they be at least partially blind.

Eddie: What, seriously??

Rick: Ugh.

(Majik grabs Spark, falling down so that Spark goes face first into the turnbuckle. Spark stumbles backwards and is rolled up.)

Rick: A rollup! ONE . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . Spark barely kicks out there!

(Majik sneers at the fans before returning to Spark. He grabs his legs spreading them apart. The ref warns him off. But Majik pays little mind, and low-blows Spark blantantly.)

Eddie: Ooh! I hope Spark already has a kid, cuz he ain't gonna be able to make another one.

Rick: You say that like he's baking a cake, Eddie. But I digress, the ref isn't gonna DQ Majik on the account of that in an important matchup like this one.

(Majik mounts to the second rope. He leaps off, planting a firm elbow into the sternum of his opponent. The he makes another cover.)

Rick: Majik with a lateral press... only gets two. He can't make covers like that if he expects to win this thing.

(Majik yanks Spark up to his feet. He whips him in the ropes. Spark returns to find Majik bent over looking for the back-body. Spark stops and kicks him in the chest, sending Majik upright. Spark begins to fire some rights, getting the crowd behind him.)

Rick: Spark's making the comeback here! He might finally get an advantage in this matchup.

(But just as quickly as that, Majik pokes him in the eye, and powers him to the mat with a stiff lariat, silencing the crowd.)

Rick: No. Majik, using his unfair tactics ends the attempt.

Eddie: Go unfair tactics!

(Majik, clearly disliking Spark's attempts to mount a comeback, climbs on his opponent, and fires in stiff rights.)

Eddie: Look at Majik, relentless, cold.

(Majik now grabs Spark's legs and spins him around into a Boston crab.)

Rick: And Majik continues stretching Spark up, this time putting much strain on the lower back of his opponent.

Eddie: Spark is his last obstacle to the Cruiserweight belt, and that doesn't bode well for the luny freak.

(Spark reaching frantically for the ropes, but Majik is in firm control. Unforntunately for Majik, though, he relents momentarily to get a better grip, and Spark ceases the opportunity, flipping around and tossing Majik through the ropes with his legstrength.)

Rick: What a counter! But Majik is on the apron... Spark turns around and gets a shoulder in the gut for his troubles.

Eddie: Majik is pounding on the lower back of his opponent, here. He's loosening him up, but for what?

(A moment later, Majik grabs Spark by the waist from over the ropes.)

Rick: Could this be a sunset flip we're about to see?

(It is foiled quickly, as Majik shoulderblocks him. Then, he leaps into the air and catches Majik with a kick to the head.)

Rick: My god, what a kick! And Majik is hanging on the ropes now... inches from falling to the floor.

(Spark grabs him in a front chancery. With a rough jolt, Majik is lifted back inside the ring, held up vertically.)

Eddie: Spark is showing some uncanny power here.

Rick: But what's he gonna do with him?

(Down with a vicious brainbuster.)

Eddie: Oyvin!

Rick: That answers my question. And Spark hooks the legs... this one is over!

1 . . . . . . . . . .

2 . . . . . . . . . .

(The ref is pulled out of the ring.)

Rick: That's Findley Martin, Majik's assistant! Spark had this match won!

(Spark gets up and heads to the ropes. He reaches out for Findley's hair, but Martin backs away. Spark turns back around for Majik and sees him on his feet. He locks Majik in for a Northern lights suplex. But before he can execute it, Majik hits a low blow.)

Rick: A low blow, and the ref is still wrapped up, warning Findley on the outside!

Eddie: Not like it matters, though.

(Majik sneers towards his opponent, before whipping him in the corner. The ref has slid back in as Majik walks up to Spark. And, viciously, he chops the throat of Spark.)

Rick: My god, that's gotta hurt! And Spark is hopping frantically, but a European uppercut puts an end to that. Now, Majik is setting up for something... a piledriver! What execution! This could be it!

(Majik with the cover and the ref slides in to place.)

(One.)

(Two.)

(KICKOUT!)

Rick: Spark ain't done! He didn't go through Barrett Sinclair, Derek Damon, and Jimmy O'Shields to get die yet!

(Suddenly, a sinister look appears on Majik's face. He grabs Spark by the legs and drags him near a corner. Majik rolls outside and grabs a hold of the legs again, each one on either side of the ringpost.)

Rick: Oh no.

Eddie: Think of the children!

(The ref tries to prevent it, but Findley Martin spins him around. And then, a loud thud represents the many years Spark will face coping with the incapability of reproducing.)

Rick: Damn, man!

(Then, Majik locks on the figure-four around the ringpost.)

Rick: Now this hurts in many ways!

Eddie: Especially after your soldier boys were just shot down.

(The ref counts, 1-2-3-4- Majik releases the hold.)

Rick: Majik listened to the ref this time... there's a first.

Eddie: But there he goes, applying it once more.

(The ref counts, 1-2-3-4- Majik releases again, and the ref threatens for the DQ. Majik chuckles arrogantly. He lets Spark be preoccupied with his injury, while he grabs a section of mat on the floor, ripping it from it's layout.)

Rick: He's exposing the concrete floor! I don't like this!

Eddie: What the hell is he gonna do?

Rick: Is that concern I hear in your voice?

Eddie: More like anticipation of hurt. After the Barbwire Cage match we witnessed, I don't think anything will get me concerned.

(Majik grabs Spark, pulling him to the floor. Majik is smiling eerily as he grabs Spark again, and pulls him to his feet. Spark still nursing his groin.)

Rick: Get in there, ref!

(But the ref is small, and weak, and can't do much against the muscled up pros. Majik pays no attention to the ref and stuffs Spark's head between his legs.)

Rick: Don't do this, Majik!

(Majik hoists him up around his shoulders.)

Rick: I beg of you.... don't!

(But he does. With a sickening smack, Spark's back meets the concrete of the Molson Center. The crowd shares Spark's pain.)

Eddie: Did you see... Did... OUCH!!!

(The ref doesn't DQ easy in such an important match, but regardless, he tells Majik he has one more chance. Majik, of course, pays no mind, and rolls Spark in. All that remains is the cover.)

Rick: It's over.

ONE!

Eddie: NEW...

TWO!

Eddie: CHAMPION...

KICKOUT!

Rick: A KICKOUT??? My god, Spark is still in this!

(The crowd erupted with that.)

Eddie: Wow... I gotta say, he's a tough bugger.

(Majik is more than angry at this and stomps on his opponent, letting his rage seap. He grabs Spark and yanks him up. Grabbing Spark's head, he shoves it under his arm in a front chancery.)

Rick: Looks to be going for a DDT, maybe. But he's taking a long time here, playing the crowd.

(Majik yells out a prophecy of being the next Cruiserweight champ and enjoys the crowd's jeers towards it. Then, he drops Spark with a vicious DDT.)

- NO!

(It's blocked, and Spark counters with his Northern Lights suplex slam, driving the air out of his opponent and a rush of cheer from the crowd.)

Rick: THE KINDLER...GENTLER FINISHER! SPARK HAS THIS!

(The cover ensues.)

Rick: ONE!

Eddie: This is it!

Rick: TWO!

Eddie: I think...

Rick: THREE!

(Kickout.)

Rick: Oh mercy on me! Majik kicked out, and this match isn't over yet!

Eddie: Well sweet jesus, this match is great!

Rick: I knew it! You love this division, don't you?

Eddie: Don't put words in my mouth, Ricky!

(Majik returns to his feet, shaken from the encounter. He decides to make Spark suffer for the sudden attack. He yanks Spark to his wobbly feet and lock on a double-underhook which the end result is Spark being thrown upside-down in the corner. He bounces to the mat where Majik quickly leaps on him, wrenching back with a recliner.)

Rick: You don't see things like that suplex into the corner, and Spark's feeling that for sure. And look at Majik, not taking the chance of taking his time that nearly just cost him the match.

(Majik yells to the ref to see if Spark taps. Spark is shaking his head, and Majik accuses him of lying. When applying more pressure, Spark yelps and reaches around frantically. Thankfully for him, the ropes are close enough and are grabbed.)

Rick: Majik doesn't want to release the hold... but finally, he does.

Eddie: Don't think Majik is done his attack... no, far from it.

(Majik pulls Spark up. He hits an atomic drop, and points to the ropes, then his elbow.)

Rick: He's calling for a leaping elbow, that has been the source of many concussions throughout the years.

(Majik bounces off the ropes with a freight train of momentum. But, somehow Spark is ready and sidesteps the attack. He aids Majik's momentum and tosses him over the ropes, where he lands on the exposed concrete.)

Eddie: Man! The thud was ruthless!

Rick: Spark's collapsed on his knees. He doesn't have much left. But listen to the crowd getting behind the wacky Spark!

(A small cheer is snow-balling. Growing larger and larger by the second. After no time, the entire audience is on their feet cheering Spark.)

Eddie: I think Spark's beginning to feel this energy.

Rick: It's almost surreal, but Spark is feeling this crowd... and he is on his feet...

(Spark releases a yell of energy.)

Rick: And he's pumped!

(Spark runs into the ropes and is preparing for a plancha.)

Rick: Here we go!

(But, Findley Martin, Majik's assistant, hops on the ring apron, getting in the way. Spark stops to massive boos.)

Eddie: That little bastard!

Rick: Even Eddie is getting behind Spark here.

Eddie: Shh!

(Then, Spark grabs Martin. He pulls him in the air, spinning him around for a sitdown powerbomb that leaves the crowd cheering madly.)

Rick: Martin finally gets what he deserves!

(But all the comotion has given Majik time to return to the ring. And as Spark turns around, Spark is hoisted over Majik's shoulders.)

Rick: Oh no! The running death valley driver!

(But Spark is able to weisel off, countering with a neckbreaker.)

Eddie: What a beautiful counter!

(With the crowd roaring, Spark mounts to the top rope. He's facing the crowd, and they respond with a massive cheer.)

Rick: Spark's waiting for Majik to get to his feet... and I know what for...

(As Majik stumbles up to his feet seemingly unknowingly, Spark leaps off the top ropes with a backflip, catching Majik in the chest with a dropkick that sends him crashing down gasping for air.)

Rick: The moonsault-dropkick! That's unbelievable! Spark has won matches with this in the past!

Eddie: And he's now going for the cover!

(He indeed is. The ref slids into place as the crowd counts loudly with him.)

Crowd: ONE!

. . .

Crowd: TWO!

. . .

Crowd: THREE!

DING DING DING!

Rick: Spark wins! Spark wins! The tournament is over!

Eddie: Spark wins! He wins this amazing tournament!

Rick: I knew it! You DO love this division!

Eddie: OK, I do, alright? I do! And Spark is its champion!

Rick: Majik put out a fabulous effort getting this far - especially considering his controversial entrance into the tournament subbing for the injured Chris Saint who had been attacked "mysteriously" - and came very close tonight. But the fans rallied Spark along, and he has finally gained well-deserved gold in the IWA.

[Cut.]

(Besolve again picks up the champ dragging him around the ring, apparently to trying to get across the point he truly is the dominant man in this match. But Burke gets the jump on him reaching up to trip the massive man sending Besolve into the ropes. Burke is about to capitalize when we see a familiar figure in the entry way.)

Eddie: IT�S MATT SHOWTIME SAUNDERS!!!

Rick: And he�s got a friggin chair! Look at him go, he�s running to the ring with a purpose!

(At this point Burke has Darrel on the mat next to the ropes and is stomping away. Saunders jumps on the apron and rears back to hit Burke square in the face. But Besolve finally reaches his feet and Saunders makes contact with The Future.)

Rick: O MY GOD MATT SAUNDERS JUST HIT DARREL BESOLVE IN THE FACE WITH A CHAIR!!!

(Beslove falls back completely out on the mat, Saunders gets a look of complete shock on his face as Burke goes for the pin. Saunders is so completely shocked he hops dopwn to ring side and watches as Adam Burke gets one of the biggest upsets ever played out.)

Rick: 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!!

Eddie: BURKE RETAINS! HOLY JUMPING JIMMYS!

(Darrel bounces off the ropes and runs at Burke with a clothesline. Burke, in a daze, is nailed HARD. He collapses to the floor. Darrel follows out.)

Rick: Back to the outside. Now, things might get ugly!

(Besolve heads to the timekeepers table and grabs the IWA Heavyweight title. arrel heads back to Adam. Besolve takes a run at The Tiger, just getting to his feet. But Burke kicks him in the gut first. The belt flies out of Darrel's hands and Burke catches it. Without hesitation, he strikes Darrel in the head, knocking him down.)

Rick: And the tides have turned once again!

(Now, Burke looks at the IWA Heavyweight title. Just as he does, a glimmer of joy emerges on his face. And shortly after, a smile.)

Eddie: I think... I think he's in love!

(Burke returns his attention to Besolve, but it's too late. Darrel strikes him with a low blow. Then, he reaches under the ring and retrieves a sledge hammer.)

Rick: Oh no! Not this!

(Suddenly, the crowd lets out a pop.)

Rick: EVAN HURLEY AND SUPER SHOINK! THEY'RE HERE FOR REVENGE!!! Besolve, helped by Adam Fierce, attacked the Triad earlier tonight.

(Shoink and Hurley are sprinting down the aisle. Having reached ringside, Besolve shoves Burke aside and holds off Shoink and Hurley with the sledge hammer.)

Eddie: This isn't fair! Three on one!

(But just then, the crowd's cheers are silenced. Two more men have joined ringside.)

Eddie: IT'S THE HARDCORE CONTINGENT!

(Mike Barcode, heavily bandaged, and Steve Riggs are coming down ringside, each wielding a steel chair. Barcode nears Hurley. Evan doesn't see him and continues approaching Besolve with caution.) *SMACK*

(Riggs swings with the chair, but it's ducked. Shoink kicks him in the stomach. But Darrel clubs Shoink from behind, and Barcode and Riggs jump him and start feeding him shots.)

Rick: This isn't good, folks!

(Now, Burke has got the IWA title. Besolve returns his attention to The Tiger.)

Rick: TITLE TO THE FACE! BESOLVE IS CUT WIDE OPEN!

(Burke slides him in the ring. Besolve lays motionless as Burke starts the slow climb to the top rope. Finally, Burke reaches his destination. Facing Besolve, he leaps off, spining backwards.)

Rick: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!!

(But Darrel moves.)

Eddie: NO GOOD! YES!

(Both men are down now.)

Rick: This is very important! This deep into the match, the advantage is very crutial!

(Burke is the first up. Then Besolve. Burke swings, but it's blocked! Besolve swings next, but it's ducked. Adam with a kick to the stomach. He goes for a DDT, but it's blocked, too. Now, Besolve shoves Adam into the ropes. Burke bounces back into a boot in the stomach. Besolve now grabs Burke, lifting him way up for a brainbuster, and quickly converting it into a MONSTROUS DDT!)

Rick: THE LIGHT OF JUDGEMENT!

Eddie: YES!!

(Besolve drops down, and makes the cover.)

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Eddie: Darrel Besolve retains the IWA title! WOO!

Rick: Besolve and Jeckel have shown no respect towards Burke at all during this match.

Eddie: Which is funny, cuz Burke has called it right down the middle.

Rick: The winner of this match will be IWA champion, and will defend against Burke at Summer Sizzler 2002... and look at Darrel right now.

(Darrel raises his arm to strike Burke, but smiles and instead kicks Jeckel. Darrel pulls him up to his feet, and hits another Atomic knee breaker, and Jeckel is barely up, leaning against the ropes. Besolve takes a run at Jeckel.)

Eddie: Here comes the freight train!

(But Jeckel pulls Burke in his place. Darrel mistakenly powers through the much smaller Burke, sending both men over the ropes and crashing through a table.)

Rick: OH MY GOD! Jeckel just pulled Burke in his place, and as a result, both Besolve and Burke went through the wood!

(Jeckel stands alone in the ring as the crowd is in a frenzy. Suddenly, the frenzy turns into loud cheers.)

Rick: SUPER SHOINK! SUPER SHOINK IS COMING OUT!

(Shoink is sprinting down to the ring. He dives in the ring. Jeckel doesn't see him, but hears the crowd. He turns around and Shoink kicks him in the skull beautifully.)

Eddie: Damn this goofy son of a bitch!

(Shoink stomps away on Jeckel and the crowd is loving it. Shoink springboards off the ropes and lands a big dropkick on Jeckel, and he is down. The crowd still cheering loudly as Super Shoink mounts to the top rope.)

Eddie: I don't like where this is heading...

(Shoink leaps off the top ropes . . . )

(But Jeckel catches him.)

Rick: Oh no.

(A moment later, Shoink is powerslammed down hard.)

(Jeckel mounts Shoink. He smiles as he's about to strike. But Burke rolls in the ring for the save.)

Rick: Adam Burke is coming in... oh no...

(But Besolve is back, and drops Burke with a German suplex. Darrel climbs on Burke's back and wrenches back on his head. Jeckel, meanwhile, has Shoink in the air. He locks in the Chicken-wing and slams him down with the Gates of Heaven, while Burke is forced to watch.)

Eddie: This is cool! The goofs are being f(beep)ed up!

(Besolve is enjoying making Burke watch, despite the match taking place. Jeckel grabs Shoink one more time in the chicken-wing. He carries him to the ropes.)

Rick: Oh, please don't...

(Besolve smiles as Jeckel lifts him up and sends Shoink crashing through a table with the Gates of Heaven.)

Eddie: WOOOOOO!!!

Rick: Shoink is broken! He is broken!

(Jeckel stares down at Super Shoink, laying on his arm in a heap. A smile grows on his face. Besolve is up, and Adam Burke has rolled to the floor, where a broken table lays. He is in a ton of pain, and is seething. In the ring, Jeckel turns around, and finds Darrel Besolve waiting.)

Eddie: BESOLVE SPIKE!

(CRASH!)

Eddie: THROUGH A TABLE!!!

Rick: Darrel Besolve capitalizes again!

(But Burke has a chair and slides in the ring. Darrel turns around.)

(CRACK!)

Eddie: MY GOD!

(Darrel doesn't go down. He pays for it.)

(CRACK!)

Rick: Darrel Besolve has been layed out by Adam Burke! All hell has broken loose!

(Adam Burke is very, very angry. He is nearly shaking.)

Eddie: Is he... not scared???

Rick: He's more than not scared... he's furious, Eddie! He's been pushed too far!

(Burke rolls out of the ring. He checks on Shoink. His arm seems to be nearly broken. In a rage, Burke smacks the chair off Jeckel's back.)

("The Tiger" grabs Jeckel and rolls him in the ring. He follows, chair in hand. Darrel Besolve and Jeckel both lay motionless at his feet. Burke stares at both of them.)

(WHACK! A chair shot for Besolve. WHACK! One for Jeckel. WHACK! Another for Besolve! WHACK! Another for Jeckel.)

Rick: This is madness.

(Burke looks to his triad partner, in anguish. Super Shoink holds his arm in pain.)

(WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!)

Eddie: Adam Burke has lost it! He's f(beep)ing lost it! (Burke looks at the fallen Besolve, and the fallen Jeckel. He throws the chair away, and observes the combatants. Neither is moving.)

Rick: What's he doing? (Burke stares at them, much hatred for both of these men. A look of intensity, and utter madness is on Burke's face. Then, he grabs Darrel's limp arm and places it over Jeckel's body.)

Eddie: What the..

(Burke drops for the count.)

ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . . . .

THREE!!!

Eddie: What did he just do???

Rick: I'll tell you what he just did... he wants Darrel Besolve at Summer Sizzler!

(Medics have rushed down. They break through the wreckage of tables, and tend to Super Shoink.)

Rick: I'm speechless... Adam Burke... has lost his mind!!!

(Instantly the lights completely cut out, leaving the arena in utter darkness. The crowd starts some scattered cheers, when a deafening fireworks blast thunder through the arena to a bright white flash on the entrance ramp.)

#Ooh ah ah ah ah!

(Blue strobe lights set off on the entranceway, highlighting a black figure walking slowly into the arena, two belts are held in his hands. Disturbed�s �Down With the Sickness� hits the arena�s sound system)

#Drowning deep in my sea of loathing

Broken your servant I kneel

(Will you give it to me?)#

(Burke walks out into the blue light above the ramp on the stage. He raises up the IWA Tag Team Title in one hand, then the NeWA World Cruiserweight Title in the other, receiving a huge pop from the fans.)

Rick: Fans, this one's gonna be a fight.

Eddie: I can't believe I'm saying this, but, it will be. With the events that have transpired over the past weeks, Burke is looking to kill.

#It seems what's left of my human side Is slowly changing ... in me (Will you give it to me?)#

(Burke puts the titles back on either shoulder, slowly marching down the ramp to the ring.)

#Looking at my own reflection When suddenly it changes Violently it changes Oh no, There is no turning back now You've woken up the demon ... in me#

(Burke steps between the ropes and enters the ring, the ascends the nearest turnbuckle, and slowly raises either belt in the air, followed by an explosion of fireworks in the rafters, the blue remnants falling down all over the ring.)

#Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Open up your hate, and let it flow into me#

(Burke gets down and hands the titles to the ref, then walks around the ring, breathing deeply.)

#Get up, come on get down with the sickness You mother get up Come on get down with the sickness You fucker get up Come on get down with the sickness Madness is the gift, that has been given to me#

(Silence. Followed shortly by darkness.)

Eddie: And now... for MY favorite part of the show!

Rick: It is time, for who many say is the best wrestler in the world - and quite frankly I have a hard time arguing - "The Future of professional wrestler"!

(The base drum. BPPT! BPPT! BPPT! BPPT!)

(The crowd begins in a frenzy.)

(Then the distorted guitar, making its decent through the musical tones. Starting back up, and decending once again. Then again, until finally...)

#I AM IRONMAN!

(Despite his heel status, Besolve receives a huge ovation, but only momentarily. Then, it is replaced by a symphony of jeers, as the man himself steps out.)

Eddie: There he is! My hero!

(At the top of the entrance ramp, silver and gold laser lights spray around the arena. Besolve is clad in his trademark black robe with white sequins. They gather in the back to spell out THE FUTURE. The IWA Heavyweight Championship belt is strapped over the robe, around his waist. He marches to the ring with a look of intensity, but also anticipation and hunger, etched into his face.)

Rick: He is almost unstoppable, Eddie. He is without a doubt one of the best in the world... one of the best of all-time.

Eddie: Ya don't ya to tell me!

(Darrel enters the ring. Staring at Burke, he removes his robe, revealing his muscled physique.)

Rick: It's as though Darrel's trying to intimidate Burke.

Eddie: I can't believe it, but I don't think it's working!

(The definition in Darrel's legs is apparent even under the thick, black wrestling tights. Shooting down the leg of the tights is white lettering spelling out THE FUTURE. Darrel grabs the top rope and pulls to stretch his shoulder. There is a jagged, thin scar across his chest from that faithful night in the OWC.)

Rick: Remnants of a night that will never die. Besolve is a tough bastard. And Burke will have his damn hands full.

(The ref holds the IWA title high in the air, before putting it aside. Then...)

DING

DING

DING!

Rick: Here we go! The biggest match the IWA has seen in a long damn time!

(The two men step up to each other. Darrel is at least 3 inches taller than his challenger. And at least 50 pounds heavier.)

Eddie: "The Tiger" is at a huge weight disadvantage here... Besolve will have his way if Burke can't utilize his speed and agility.

Rick: Even so, for a man of Darrel's size, he doesn't lack any speed of agility, either!

(The crowd is on their feet, hooting and hollering, in anticipation. The two men stare at each other. Besolve, a look of calmness, fearlessness, and even cockiness. Burke is breathing heavily, rage seeping from his eyes.)

Rick: Adam Burke is showing that he isn't scared of Besolve at all.

(Not a word is said between the two. Burke cracks his neck as he inches a step closer. The cockiness in Darrel's face has dissipated, and he is growing with anger. The crowd is building up still. But still, not a word is said.)

Eddie: Listen to these French bastards... they can't wait for this one to explode.

Rick: And it will, any damn time.

(But neither strike first. The intensity grows with the crowd. Grows, grows, grows. Until... Burke backs off.)

Eddie: Besolve has intimated him! Burke has broken back down!

(The cocky grin has returned on Darrel's face as Burke looks down at the mat. The crowd is voicing their disapproval.)

(SMACK!)

Rick: Burke just cracked Darrel with a big right hand! Besolve has been knocked back with an Adam Burke punch!

(The crowd has exploded. Burke has fooled Darrel, who is fuming. Darrel comes back in a hurry with a lariat carrying more than just his weight.)

Rick: "The Tiger" has ducked the lariat... and he is chopping away Besolve's chest! Listen to them chops! The crowd is into this huge!

(Besolve bounces off the ropes with each loud chop. Burke, in a huge fit of emotion, is able to toss the much more powerful Besolve into the ropes. Darrel comes back into a dropkick, sending him to the mat. Burke gets to his feet and lets out a scream.)

Eddie: This damn kid is rippin' it up!

(He is now stompind away at Besolve, who tries to protect himself from the shots. Darrel is attempting to get to his feet now, and he's met with an array of stiff kicks to the sides, arms and legs from "The Tiger". Burke spins and catches Besolve with a roundhouse to the stomach, knocking him in the corner. Burke wastes no time and mounts him in the corner. He raises his arm and starts firing.)

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE!

Rick: Adam Burke is simply on fire! Besolve hasn't gotten a single bit of offense in this match!

Crowd: SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NIN-

CRASH!

Rick: Oh my lord! Besolve just tossed Burke over his head, crashing sternum first onto the guardrail! And things have changed all of a sudden!

(The crowd is oohing, feeling the crash, before beginning a chorus of boos directed at the IWA champion.)

Eddie: I knew it. All those attacks did was to anger the champ, "The Future". Darrel ain't happy no more.

(Besolve marches around the ring, claiming it as his own. The crowd is booing as he breathes heavily, his lips pinched angrily. Outside the ring, Burke has gotten back up. He is trying to catch his breath, and grabs on to the second rope to pull himself up, but Darrel comes sliding in with a dropkick, knocking Burke back into the guardrail.)

Rick: And out comes the methodical Darrel Besolve. He has Burke by the hair, and he tosses him against the side of the ring. Darrel now rolls him back inside. Besolve climbs in following Burke.

Eddie: And so the beating begins.

(Burke stumbles to his feet, but is simply shoved into the corner. He walks out but is shoved back in. Burke again comes out and this time is rocked with a right fist to the skull, knocking him firmly in the corner. Besolve begins speaking to his opponent, so all can hear.)

Besolve: So you want to be the man, huh, Burke? You want to beat the man?

(Darrel strikes him again.)

Besolve: You still want this, Burke? I hope so!

(Another massive strike. And a small cut has appeared above Burke's left eyebrow.)

Eddie: Burke's busted open! Already!

Besolve: Well go right ahead, Burke! Beat me!

(Burke immediately takes the advice, hoisting Besolve in the air and dropping him face-first onto the turnbuckle much to the enjoyment of the fans. Besolve turns around, clenching his face, and is tossed across the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex. The momentum rolls Darrel out of the ring to the floor. Now it is Burke's turn to be the man of the ring. He kicks the ropes, caught up in the moment and the fans respond positively.)

Rick: This is amazing! I don't think there's a single fan in this building who isn't on Adam Burke's side!

Eddie: Me! I'm not!

Rick: You don'd count, Eddie. Wait a sec... Burke's planning something!

(Scouting Besolve on the outside, "The Tiger" makes a run towards the ropes and summersaults over the top rope, taking Besolve down on the floor.)

Rick: Amazing! Burke is putting his body on the line! It certainly paid off this time!

Eddie: He has to. This one's for everything! Pride, revenge, glory.. and foremost, the IWA Heavyweight Championship.

(Burke has risen to his feet. Besolve is up shortly after, but is far from stable at this point. "The Tiger" grabs Besolve from behind, hoists him in the air, before slamming him over his head on the thinly padded concrete.)

Rick: German suplex on the outside. Burke is showing a phenomenal amount of strength. He's not the biggest man, especially next to Darrel Besolve, but when his adrenaline is running, he can impress.

(Burke is mounted on Besolve's back and is clubbing him to the side of the head. Darrel is trying to protect himself, but is failing. In a last ditch effort, he spins around, tossing Burke off of him. But Adam is quickly on the attack once more, going for a big kick. Darrel, however, is able to counter with a dragon-screw legwhip that sends "The Tiger" headfirst into the ringpost.)

Rick: My lord, did you hear that, Eddie? Burke might very well have a concussion after that blow.

Eddie: I sure as hell saw it! I saw it coming, too. With Besolve, you're never in charge.

(Besolve mounts to his feet. He glances Burke, who is clenching his skull while on the floor. Besolve pulls him up violently, scoops him in his arms, and charges for the ringpost. Burke's back makes contact in a bad way. But it's not over, for Besolve tosses Burke over his head with a fallaway slam that sends Burke crashing onto the concrete entranceway.)

Eddie: Now this is where Besolve is dangerous. He's angry, and nothing can get in his way. Come to think of it, Darrel's always dangerous, really.

(Besolve grabs Burke's hair, pulling him up level. With a grunt, Darrel tosses him inside the ring.)

Rick: "The Future" wants this thing back in the ring, and there is where it will go.

(Darrel hops onto the apron, and steps through, entering the ring. But Burke has gotten a burst of adrenaline. He meets Besolve with an array of fast kicks that has the champ reeling.)

Rick: Burke is coming back on the attack.

(Burke bounces off the ropes, and charges towards Darrel, leaping with a cross-body. But Darrel catches him, and powerslams him on the mat.)

Rick: And just like that, it's over.

Eddie: Any offense Adam Burke does get in only serves to anger the champ more and more. Which in turn, is quite the bad thing.

(Darrel pulls Burke up, and throws him over his shoulder. He carries Burke around briefly, displaying his awesome power, before dropping him shoulder first over his knee.)

Rick: Shoulderbreaker from "The Future"... and he's not done yet... Burke is pulled back up, and a second shoulderbreaker... and he's going for a third... no! Besolve throws Burke over his shoulder. Darrel grabs Burke's head... reverse neckbreaker!

Eddie: Darrel's not relenting at all... he's pulling Burke back up... and there's an Irish whip into the corner.

("The Future" raises his arm in the arm with a smirk, before charging out towards the challenger. A moment later, Burke is sanwiched between the turnbuckles and Besolve's near-300 pound frame.)

Rick: Man... Burke looks like he has hit by a truck!

("The Tiger" stumbles out of the corner. He keels over, but right into Besolve's arms. Darrel tosses him right back in the corner. Besolve lunges in, jamming Burke's ribs with a big right hand. Burke doesn�t have time to recover before getting hit with another body shot, this time a left hook. A final uppercut sends Burke off the ground, where he crashes on the mat on his rear end.)

Eddie: Darrel is a former Golden Gloves boxer, and as you can plainly see, his punches do damage.

(The IWA champ grabs a hold of the top rope, and drives his foot into Burke's throat. Adam's feet wave and kick frantically as he gasps for breath. The ref intervenes and forces Besolve to break the choke.)

Rick: Darrel isn't exactly playing by the rules here, but we knew not to expect that. And here he goes again...

(The foot in the throat and Burke is helpless. The ref again intervenes, throwing himself in between the two combatants. Besolves backs off with his arms out as if to say he's innocent. Besolve waits on as Burke climbs to his feet. When Burke does, "The Tiger" lunges out in a hurry.)

Eddie: Burke's going for a spear...

(But Darrel is able to sidestep it, and aids Burke's momentum, sending him crashing shoulder first into the ringpost. Burke stumbles backwards, clenching his shoulder. A release German suplex later, and "The Tiger" Adam Burke is laying motionless on the mat.)

Rick: Undoubtedly, Adam Burke is in a bad spot now.

(Darrel drops a big elbow on Burke. Back up, and another quick elbow. Besolve makes a cover.)

Rick: The ref in position... 1........2... shoulder up.

(Darrel pulls his opponent up to his feet with him. Burke is whipped into the ropes, where he flies off into a Besolve powerslam, rocking the Molson Center. Besolve gets up, and heads for the corner.)

Eddie: Darrel's going up top! What's he up to?

(Besolve steps on the first turbuckle, then the second, then the third. He turns around, perched. Measuring up Burke he leaps off for a splash.)

Rick: Burke has sprung to his feet! He catches Besolve in the gut with a dropkick on his way down! What a counter!

(The two men are down. Stirring begins. Both men begin pulling themselves up. They see each other at the same moment. And lunge towards the other.)

Rick: Burke runs under a lariat.. he spins around and catches Besolve with a kick to side of Darrel's head!

Eddie: That actually has him rocking.

Rick: And now Burke is going to work with those lightning fast kicks. Besolve is staggering... he's about to go down...

(Burke sweeps the legs right underneath Besolve, and red-headed IWA champ goes down.)

Rick: Yes! Besolve is down! Burke into the ropes now.. split-legged moonsault! Beautiful!

(He connects. The crowd erupts as he hooks the legs.)

. . . . . . . . . . . . 1!

. . . . . . . . . . . . 2!

. . . Besolve tosses Burke off of him.

Eddie: Holy herniated disk! Besolve threw Burke like a ragdoll!

(Burke is back up, to meet Besolve back on his feet. Burke immediately goes for a DDT, but it's countered as Besolve throws him over his shoulders before dropping him with a Death Valley Driver.)

Eddie: DVD! What a frickin' move!

Rick: And the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP!

Eddie: Burke isn't done... yet.

(Darrel is on his feet. He shakes off the remaining cobwebs, before grabbing hold of Burke's legs. He intertwines them with his arm and spins him over.)

Rick: The Deal Breaker! The Texas Cloverleaf variation! All Darrel has to do is put down his knee over Burke's head and this match is as good as over!

Eddie: Burke, he's scrambling hard!

Rick: And he reaches the ropes! That was a close one, folks.

(Besolve still holds Burke's legs. Then, he pulls hard, taking Burke into the air and slamming him back first on the mat.)

Rick: Oh man! Darrel Besolve just yanked Burke off the ropes and straight into a powerbomb!

Eddie: The greatest wrestler in the world... Darrel Besolve!

(Burke rolls around in agony. Besolve stands over him breathing heavily. Then, he drops down, mounting his challenger. And with his forearm, digs into Burke's forehead.)

Rick: Darrel is now trying to tear apart Burke's wound even more. Burke isn't bleeding much right now, but that could all change.

Eddie: The more blood Burke loses, the less aware he'll be.

Rick: That's true. I've seen many wrestlers who've lost matches because of incoherence due to bloodloss. If you lose enough, you won't even know where you are.

(Besolve pulls his arm away. The cut looks to be extending. Then, Burke is struck with several punches to his forehead. Besolve mounts back to his feet and stares at the jeering fans.)

Eddie: Man, listen to this crowd. Are they into this thing, or what?

(Burke is pulling himself up using the top rope. The blood is coming out quicker now. He is up, but facing the wrong direction in the corner. In comes Besolve with a big splash in the corner.)

Rick: Adam Burke has been crushed!

Eddie: His ribs are broken... I swear to god, they're broken.

Rick: They might just be, Eddie.

(Burke falls backwards into the clenches of his opponent. Besolve applies a bearhug.)

Eddie: "The Future" is squeezing the life out of Adam Burke, Rick.

Rick: Burke is holding on, but he's fading, you can see it.

(The crowd is rallying behind Burke, trying to give him some adrenaline. But it is of use, as Besolve slams him stomach-first on the mat. The bearhug is still firmly applied.)

Eddie: That sure silenced this crowd. Burke is nearly out... check him, ref!

(Without hearing Eddie, the ref does just that. Burke's arm is raised once. The ref lets go. And it falls to the mat.)

Rick: That's once.

(Again, the arm is raised in the air. The ref lets it go, but it doesn't fall. Instead, Burke holds it as high in the air as he can.)

Rick: It doesn't get to fall twice... Burke is still with us!

(Besolve sees the arm in the air, and vows to do something about it. He squeezes hard with his massive arms, grinding his teeth. Moments later, the arm falls again.)

Eddie: Not for long! That's twice!

(Again the ref raises Burke's arm. When he releases, if the arm falls, this match is over. The ref lets go.)

Rick: Burke grabbed the ref's arm! He holding that arm tightly!

(The ref tries to pull himself free, but Burke holds on tight. He is still in the match and crowd acknowledges with a large pop.)

Eddie: That's cheating! Let go of the arm!

Rick: It's not cheating, Eddie. "The Tiger" is still conscious, and this match is going to continue.

(The ref pulls and pulls some more, finally breaking free. After he does, Burke tries to mount to his feet. Besolve tries to put an end to his attempts, applying more pressure. But it only encourages Burke to fight harder. He gets to his hands and knees, and is able to rake Darrel's face. "The Future" still has the hold on, but has loosened his grip slightly. Even for Burke to pop to his feet. He continues his fight with elbows to the head.)

Rick: Burke is fighting hard here!

Eddie: But it's useless!

(A few more elbows and he's free. The crowd loves it.)

Rick: He's out, he's out!

(Burke bounces off the ropes and makes a run at Besolve. But Darrel makes a run at him, and powers him down with a devastating clothesline, silencing the Molson Center.)

Rick: No! Besolve maintains the upper hand!

Eddie: I told you it was useless.

Rick: I don't know what it's gonna take to beat Darrel Besolve. Adam Burke certainly will try everything he's got.

Eddie: But that still won't be enough.

(Darrel grabs Burke by the hair. He pulls him in a sitting position, says a few words to him, that we can assume aren't pleasantries, then boots him in the chest with all his might. The crowd even felt that.)

Rick: Darrel just kicked the air right out of Burke's body! Adam is clenching his chest... that, my friends, is gonna leave a mark.

(Darrel grabs his opponent by the chest, pulling him to the center of the ring. Then, he grabs both feet, one under each arm.)

Rick: Looks to me like a slingshot here.

(Rick is correct. Burke is flung over, smacking his head off the top turnbuckle. But "The Future" isn't done. Still holding on to the legs, he rolls through, and drags Burke in the center of the ring and leans back, applying the Boston crab.)

Rick: The Boston crab! Burke is in the Boston crab, right in the center of the ring!

Eddie: That was a set of moves ya don't see often. A slingshot into a crab.

Rick: Forget that right now... Burke is in trouble!

(The crowd is in a frenzy, as Darrel Besolve seems to be in firm control of this match. Burke is reaching around, trying to grab Besolve's ankle, but Darrel keeps them out of reach. An attempt to reach the ropes fails, as Besolve is simply too powerful. The crowd is beginning to sense an end to this match.)

Eddie: Burke is screwed! Screw-didly-ewd!

(Burke raises his arm in the air, ready to tap.)

Rick: He's losing it! This move hurts way too much!

(But instead, he reaches it around, and despite the incredible pain, is able to twist just enough to grab on the ankle. With all his might, he yanks Besolve's leg enough so he has to release the hold to maintain balance.)

Rick: Burke escapes! And it seems to be in the very knick of time!

(Besolve turns around and chases after Burke, who wisely rolls to the floor, escaping the grasp of the IWA champ.)

Eddie: The coward has returned.

Rick: Being cowardly is one thing, Eddie. Being smart is completely different. Burke needs to regain his composure.

Eddie: Besolve won't let him! He's exiting the ring!

(Burke turns around and fires a shot at Besolve, but Darrel backs away from it. Burke is still visibly shaken, and hasn't recovered. Besolve grabs him by the arm, and throws him across ringside, where he crashes into the announcer's desk. The momentum sends him rolling onto the table.)

Eddie: Oy! Go away! Shoo!

(Eddie makes shooing motions, as the announce team backs away. Besolve comes in.)

Rick: I'm not sure I like where this is going.

(Besolve grabs Burke, and smacks his head off the desk.)

Eddie: Gah! Good work, Darrel.

(Smack. An imprint of blood is left on the desk.)

Eddie: Gah!

(Besolve now rolls him in the ring, following after.)

Eddie: Ah geez... blood!

Rick: Thought you like blood.

Eddie: Not when it's smeered on my desk!

Rick: Heh. Ironic, really.

(Besolve climbs to the apron. He sticks his head through the ropes to reenter it, but finds himself kicked square in the head.)

Rick: Jeezus... did you see that? Besolve doesn't know where he is right now!

(Burke is still in a daze, it seems. But he's still a wrestler in his sleep, and seeing Besolve in this position, he has a bright idea.)

Eddie: What's he...

("The Tiger" makes a run towards where Besolve is bent over, leaps over the ropes and grabs on to Darrel's waist while in the air. Burke lands on the floor on his feet and carries the momentum over, powerbombing "The Future" right on the floor with a sickening thud.)

Eddie: AH! What a damn powerbomb right in front of us!!

Rick: Darrel Besolve has been broken!

(The crowd is loud. "Holy Shit - Holy Shit," they chant.)

Rick: Just when you think he's out, Adam Burke is still right in this thing.

(Both men lay on the floor in near ruins. Neither is moving the slightest, save for their breathing. The ref is counting, very slowly, not wanting this match to end, for he will surely get a beating when he leaves the building if he does. But wait... movement. It's Darrel. His arm is in the air. And now Burke is moving. He's rolled to his stomach. Adam has gotten to his hands and knees. Darrel has sat up.)

Rick: It's a race to their feet. Both men need to get in the first attack at this crucial time.

(And it's Darrel who is to his feet first. Burke is up shortly after. Besolve fires a right that shakes the challenger. Then, Burke is subject to an Irish whip into the guardrail. Burke screams upon impact.)

Eddie: Look at the anguish in Burke's face. It's almost like he's been shot three times in his testicles.

Rick: Not quite THAT bad, but he's certainly in pain. And here comes a charging Darrel Besolve...

(But the attack backfires, as Burke, in the last possible moment, bends himself over and catapolts Besolve onto a pile of empty chairs, where fans fearful of their lives had scattered from.)

Eddie: My lord.

Rick: That wasn't no pretty landing, folks. But Burke needs to really pile it on now, if he wants a chance at the gold.

(Burke is on his knees, trying to recouperate. He climbs to his feet, and turns around to see his opponent rolling in agony. A smile emerges on The Tiger's face.)

Eddie: What the... he can't be liking this!

(Burke grabs a steel chair, and sets it up near the railing where Besolve is. Then, taking a run, he propels himself over the railing with a summersault, and catches Darrel just returning to his feet. The crowd starts screaming in delight.)

Rick: Did you see that? That was amazing! Burke just risked his everything just now!

Eddie: This cowardly kid is a real daredevil... yeah, that makes no sense.

(Burke climbs to his feet. He wipes his face with a fan's shirt. The fan cheers this. Then, Burke clocks Besolve with a forearm. And a second forearm sends The Future falling into a seated chair. Burke grabs a fan's drink and dumps it in Besolve's face.)

Rick: I think that was beer.

Eddie: Yeah, that's punishment. Give him a cold one.

(Burke grabs his arm and tosses him back over the railing to ringside. He follows over. Besolve catches him with a punch to the gut, but it doesn't pack its normal punch. Adam retains his upper hand with a knee to the chest, followed by a DDT to the floor.)

Eddie: Nice DDT! Hey Rick, what's DDT stand for?

Rick: Uh... I...

Eddie: Some announcer you are.

(Burke eyes some cables on the floor. He grabs them in his hand.)

Rick: He's got some cables... and he's choking Besolve! This is a viciousness we haven't seen from Adam Burke before!

Eddie: Stop this, ref!

(Finally, Burke stops on his own. He stares into the crowd, who cheer massively.)

Rick: Now Burke is grabbing a steel chair! This one's turning uglier, Eddie!

(Besolve slowly pulls himself up. He turns around, and Adam swings.)

[CRACK!]

Eddie: Darrel didn't go down! He didn't go down!

(He should have.)

[CRACK!]

Rick: Two stiff f'n chair shots, and Darrel is down! I don't think I've seen anything like this in Burke before, Eddie!

Eddie: I know... he's actually WINNING!

(Adam is pumped up, and in turn, so is the crowd. He grabs Besolve, and drags him to a more ideal location, before setting the chair on top of his face.)

Eddie: Umm... I don't know if I like this.

Rick: He's setting up for something big here, Eddie.

(Burke takes a run, hops over Darrel's body, and leaps onto the top of the railing. He propels himself backwards through the air before landing stomach first on Darrel's face.)

Rick: LIONSAULT!

Eddie: ON THE F'N CHAIR!

Rick: The end result is Besolve with a chair in the face! But Burke took a lot of that too... he's hurt, Eddie.

(Burke is rolling around on the floor grasping his stomach. Meanwhile, Besolve lays still with the chair askew on his face. The crowd is in a frenzy at this point.)

Rick: This match, Eddie, has been something. And we all knew it would be. Burke went into it as a confident challenger for the first time, and Besolve and he had more hatred for each other than most people have for anyone.

Eddie: Tell me about it. Darrel is haven't a bad time in his life, with his wife's condition... and not to mention the hole in his frickin' shoulder at the hands of Adam Knight.

Rick: Indeed, Eddie. So we knew we were in for something special. And right away, Burke showed his confidence, and went toe-to-toe with Darrel. But confidence alone can't take down the monster champ, Darrel Besolve, as he brought it all to Burke early on. Adam did everything he could to the champ, but Darrel has been too strong and has used it to hurt Adam dearly.

Eddie: Which, again, we were expecting.

(Both men are still motionless. The ref has long ago given up counting, and has went to the aid of the compatants. He removes the chair over Darrel's face. Blood is there. Lots of it.)

Rick: That all changed, though, as soon as we got to the outside. It has been all Burke here. From a summersault into the crowd, to choking Besolve with cables, to two brisk chair shots to the head, to an Asai moonsault onto a chair, Burke has given it his all.

Eddie: But has it been too much? Cuz it seems to me, that Burke isn't in a good position right now.

(At this point Darrel is beginning to stir. While Burke is pulling himself up by the announce table.)

Eddie: Shoo! Shoo, fly, shoo!

Rick: Burke is up first. Darrel is still struggling. And the Tiger is on his way over...

(Adam grabs Besolve by the hair. He walks him over to the ringpost. And in a shove, sends Darrel head first into the post.)

Eddie: Darrel's gonna have a frickin' concussion!

(Burke tries it again, but Besolve blocks it, and shoves Burke aside.)

Rick: Darrel's now trying to run away, into the ring... Darrel is RUNNING AWAY!

Eddie: This can't be happening!

(The crowd boos this action. But Burke saves the day, pulling him back to the outside before he can't fully enter. A moment later, Besolve is on the mat after a snap suplex.)

Rick: I can't believe what I just saw! Darrel Besolve, the man, the Future, running away from Adam Burke!

Eddie: That didn't happen. That didn't happen!!

(Now, Burke is reaching under the ring, producing a table. The crowd pops as he begins to set it up.)

Rick: Oh boy, this can't be pretty.

(Burke has it set up, but it has given Besolve enough time to enter the ring to relative safety. The crowd is booing. Burke shakes his head before entering the ring. Besolve is up, but not for long as Adam hits him with a roundhouse, sending him bouncing off the ropes. Until return, Darrel is subject to a flapjack, which ends him up on his back in the middle of the ring.)

Rick: This match is finally in the ring, and it looks like Burke won't be relenting his efforts anytime soon.

Eddie: Burke is eyeing the champ now... and now the ropes... Rick, you know what he's planning.

Rick: I think it's a second Lionsault! Burke could be looking to end this match!

Eddie: This thing could be over if he nails it!

Rick: Burke is running to the ropes... he leaps... but Darrel has sprung to his feet! He catches Burke in midair!!! And he...

(With a step and a throw, Burke is hurling high in the air, over the top rope, before crashing through the table he himself placed at ringside.)

Rick: THAT DIDN'T JUST HAPPEN!!

Eddie: IT DID! IT DID!! Rick... NEVER count Darrel Besolve out! WOOOOOO!!

(The crowd begins their ritual "Holy Shit" chant. Darrel mounts the corner and raises his arms, roaring in his sudden burst of adrenaline, as the blood soaks his face. Darrel still is the boss, and he knows it.)

Rick: That was amazing, Eddie! Adam Burke is lying in a heap!

(Darrel now has dropped back to the mat, and is on his knees, breathing heavily. Burke has taken a lot out of him. But, after 10 seconds or so, he seems to be capable enough to continue the attack. Rolling out of the ring he grabs Burke by the hair. He pulls up his challenger and rolls him in the ring. Besolve follows in slowly.)

Eddie: Take it to him, Darrel! Show him who's the IWA fuckin' champion!

(Darrel has Burke up now. And now, he's in a front chancery.)

Rick: What's he doing now?

Eddie: I think I know...

(Besolve lifts Burke high in the air, virtically. Then, he jumps back, planting Burke's head into the mat with his brainbuster DDT.)

Rick: THE LIGHT OF JUDGEMENT!!!!

Eddie: THIS ONE IS OVER!!!

(Burke hooks the legs. The count is merely regulation at this point.)

Rick: ONE!!!

Eddie: Woo!

Rick: TWO!!!

Eddie: Woo!

Rick: THREE!! NEW CHAMPION!

Eddie: WOOO! -- Wait! NO! NO! NOOOOO!

Rick: FOOT ON THE ROPES! BURKE HAS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!! MY GOD, THIS ISN'T OVER!

(Besolve pops up, standing on his knees, eyes as wide as humanly possible.)

Eddie: I can't believe this! Adam Burke... he's... GAW!!

Rick: Look at "The Future"... he's shocked and pissed as hell! He's tired, beaten, and wants this over.

(Besolve drags Burke up to his feet.)

Eddie: And now he's gonna beat Burke to a pulp, like only the best wrestler in the world can.

(Besolve lands a hard snap suplex. But he doesn't release it. Instead he rolls Burke to a standing position. Taking a short moment to catch his breath, he grounds Burke with a second snap suplex. Again, he's not done though. He rolls them back up, slower this time. But he brings Burke closer to the corner, Darrel facing away.)

Rick: Two snap suplexes, and Besolve ain't done.

(A third snap suplex. But different. Burke is snapped back, where his lower back slams into the top turnbuckle.)

Eddie: OW!

(Burke hangs off the top turnbuckle and Besolve's shoulder. Then, Darrel hoists him high in the air, takes a few steps, and tosses him across the ring.)

Rick: What incredible power shown by Darrel Besolve! Even after the duration of this brutal battle, his power is uncanny.

(Besolve stalks over to his prey. He drags Burke up, his muscles bulging, being overworked, and whips him into the ropes. The Tiger comes running back into a Darrel Besolve clothesline. Burke does a complete 3/4 flip, landing on his stomach.)

Eddie: Did you... That was... Burke is...

Rick: Decapitated? Heavens, Besolve is famous for his clotheslines, and that right there, is why.

(He is nowhere near done. Darrel drops a series of three elbows, each one driving his massive 280-plus frame into Burke's chest. Then, he mounts the challenger and pounds away . Each individual shot sends blood and sweat flying off of Darrel's face.)

Rick: Stop this, ref! Those are heavy shots!

Eddie: He's trying to... but how do you stop Darrel Besolve??

(Eventually, Darrel ends the shots on his own will, possibly due to fatigue. But he stands tall overtop his opponent, breathing heavily as the blood from his face drips onto his massive chest. Boos all around.)

Eddie: Rick... Darrel Besolve can't be beaten.

(Burke rolls to his stomach, then gets to his knees. He fires a weak shot into Besolve's stomach, that makes him chuckle. Another shot, and Darrel shoves him away. But Burke comes crawling back, and swings another depleted punch.)

Rick: Adam Burke is not giving up! This kis has the heart of a legion of men!

Eddie: Yeah, but it won't do him any good here.

(Darrel then pulls him up to his feet. Grabbing his arm, he whips him into the corner. Burke's back smacks hard. Darrel calmly walks to the opposite corner. He raises an arm to spark jeers from the crowd. Then, he faces his opponent. And starts running.)

Rick: Besolve's going for a splash!

(Suddenly, Burke pops out of the corner and catches Darrel with a sidekick to the jaw.)

Rick: THE TIGER'S CLAW!

Eddie: I can't believe it!

Rick: Burke came out of the corner with a fury, and two men collided at full force, with Besolve's jaw taking the brunt! Burke just has to make the cover!

(Burke crawls over to Besolve. He's nearly there... and now he makes the cover, hooking the legs. The ref counts, with the crowd in a frenzy.)

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

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

...........

...........

.......THREE!

---KICKOUT!

Rick: NOOO!! ONLY TWO!

Eddie: Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! Darrel kicked the hell out!

(The crowd in unison is swey from disbelief. Burke lays on his stomach motionless, while Besolve slowly returns to his feet. Once he's up, he falls back to his knees. But, the tough bastard gets right back up. He sees Burke, and begins stomping on him, pouring out his resentment. Burke, showing signs of immortality, begins fighting through the stomps, pulling himself up using the ropes.)

Rick: Look at this... Besolve is kicking away, but Burke is STILL getting up.

(More stomps, but Burke is getting up. Then, on his feet, Besolve pounds him with a right. Burke takes it hard, then turns back over to the champion. But Darrel isn't kidding. He kicks him in the stomach. Locks on a gut-wrench, pulls him up into the air. And with a yell, powerbombs him to the mat.)

Eddie: Gutwrench powerbomb!

Rick: And Burke is down hard again! Besolve now, what's he doing? He's... going to the top rope? This is not usual Darrel Besolve, folks.

(Darrel is indeed climbing to the top rope, albeit slowly, meanwhile the crowd is rallying behind Burke. Besolve is up to the first rope, second rope, then he turns around.)

Rick: You gotta be kidding me... Burke is up again! And he's climbing the ropes! He fires a punch at Darrel!

Eddie: Where's he pullin' this stuff from?

Rick: He's feeding off this crowd, Eddie!

(Another punch, and Burke actually has Besolve reeling. Now, he is standing on the second rope, and is setting up for something big.)

Eddie: Burke's going for... a superplex, it seems! He can't hit it, Besolve is too big!

(He tries, but Besolve blocks it.)

Rick: You might be right!

(Another try, another block.)

Rick: Burke's reaching way down...

(Then...)

Rick: BESOLVE SPIKE! OFF THE TOP ROPE!!

Eddie: YES! WHAT A MOVE!

(Besolve drops down and immediately makes the cover.)

1!

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2!

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.
.

THR---KICKOUT!

Eddie: What? WHAT??

Rick: Adam Burke kicked out, fans! I can't believe it either!

Eddie: Look at Besolve... he's ready to murder someone. And I bet you can guess who that someone is!

(Besolve is up. He's almost foaming at the mouth. He crosses his arms in the air and swings them to the side, indicating the end of this match.)

Rick: Darrel wants to end this thing right now, Eddie.

Eddie: And I don't blame him.

(Darrel pulls up the challenger, one last time. Locking in the front chancery, he is set for the Light of Judgement.)

Eddie: There he goes... Burke in the air...

Rick: NO! Burke carries over! Darrel turns around...

[SMACK!]

Rick: TIGER'S CLAW! A SECOND TIGER'S CLAW!

Eddie: AWWW!!

Rick: What's he doing? He's not going for the pin! Damnit, Burke. Don't be a fool!

(Burke is climbing to the top rope. The crowd is all standing on their feet, as he stands facing Darrel Besolve, high above the ring.)

Eddie: Oh boy...

(Adam Burke leaps forward, soaring majestically through the air, while flipping backwards.)

Rick: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

(He lands it as perfect as perfect can be. Wasting no time, he hooks the legs.)

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

ONE!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

TWO!

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

THREE!!!

(And the crowd explodes, releasing more energy than a thousand atomic weapons.)

Rick: NEW IWA CHAMPION!! NEW IWA CHAMPION!!!

Eddie: Did that just happen? No, it didn't. Adam Burke didn't beat Darrel Besolve.

Rick: ADAM BURKE HAS DONE THE IMPOSSIBLE!

Eddie: No! Adam Burke CAN'T beat Darrel Besolve!

Rick: He can, and he did! This is truly a historic night! WOW!

(In the ring, Adam Burke cannot believe himself. The ref is handing him the title, but he begins saying that it's not his.)

Rick: Look at this... Burke can't even believe he won! It's amazing! What a night!

(Finally, he accepts the title with a smile. He raises it to a monstrous pop, only to collapse on the mat.)

Rick: Look, Eddie!

(At the entrance ramp, Super Shoink and Evan Hurley emerge. Shoink's arm is in a cast, while Hurley is bandaged up pretty much from head to toe. They head down to the ring, Hurley limping.)

Eddie: What are they doing out here?

Rick: To celebrate the biggest win of Burke's career, Eddie!

(They are at ringside, and enter the ring. The two men aid Shoink to their feet. Meanwhile, Darrel Besolve has gotten up. A look of utter disbelief on his face.)

Rick: Darrel is the furthest from being happy as possible right now. And you can tell he wants to tear it to all three of these guys... the Triad.

(Besolve stares at all of them, specifically Burke, as the blood drips. Seconds pass slowly, and the tension builds.)

Rick: He's not gonna rush them, is he?

Eddie: Even for Besolve, that would be a bad decision.

(Then, Darrel smiles reluctantly, before rolling out of the ring. He walks up the ramp, not looking back for a second.)

Eddie: Man, I can't believe this happened. I really can't.

Rick: It's almost surreal, but it DID happen, Eddie.

(In the ring, Burke's bloody face is smiling. Shoink and Hurley hold up the new IWA champion, while he wraps the belt around his waist.)

Rick: Darrel Besolve is no longer the future of proffesional wrestling, fans. Adam Burke, is now... the Future of Proffesional Wrestling!

(The show ends, with Burke raising his triumphant arms in the air, while the now blood-covered IWA belt shimmers in the lights. The crowd is on their feet giving "The Tiger" a standing ovation that he has earned so well.)

Rick: From Montreal, this is Rick Miller and Eddie Reagan saying, goodnight!

(Fade to black. Then, the IWA logo appears over the black. It holds for several seconds...until...)

Rick: Man, can you seriously believe this match?

Eddie: I really can't. I was serious, Rick! I...

(Both men turn to the camera.)

Rick: What? Are we still on?? Why the hell are we on? The show's over?

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