(The Saddledome. We begin with an arial view of the stadium seing the last of the fans enter the arena. A voice from is heard over the picture. It is unmistakable. It is Rick Miller.)

Rick: Welcome fans across Canada and the U.S., and fans all across the world! The Saddledome is jam packed will fans ready to witness the greatest wrestling spectacle the NeWA has ever seen...

(A pause.)

Rick: WRESTLE WARS THREE!

(The shot blurs into a shot inside the darkened arena. Whistling and hooting are heard at random. Through the silence, a voice is heard.)

#Cut my life into pieces#
#This is my last resort#

(Then, right in the middle of the ring...)

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

BOOM!

(The loud white explosions cause the fans to burst into cheers. The lights return to normal as Papa Roach's "Last Resort" plays in the background.)

#Cut my life into pieces#
#I've reached my last resort, suffocation, no breathing#
#Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm, bleeding#
#Do you even care if I die bleeding#

(The camera's search the arena, focussing on various signs.)

#Cuz I'm losing my sight, Losing my mind#
#Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine#
#Losing my sight, losing my mind#
#Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine"

(The camera finally rests at the announce table with Rick, and his partner Eddie Reagan.)

Rick: To all of you who paid your hard earned money to see this show, you will not be disappointed, I guarantee you that!

Eddie: I'm not a person who knows a whole lot about wrestling... hell, I don't really understand how I got this job... but I know one thing. And that Rick is 100% right.

[With a flash, we're cut backstage. The arena fans pop as The Boog-man enters the arena with his bags.]

Rick: The IWA champ is here, ready to defend against Darrel Besolve!

[Suddenly, Besolve emerges from the shadows and cracks Boog's left knee with a lead pipe.]

Rick: Oh my god! Besolve just cheap-shotted Boog in a BIG way!

[Besolve winds up and takes a big swing, connecting with the unprotected ribs of the champion. Security is quick to rush in, but not before Besolve gets in another shot to the knee. Besolve lets himself be caught. He's dragged off laughing.]

Eddie: Besolve is gonna win! WOO!

Rick: He just damn near broke Boog's knee before their match!

Eddie: Strategy, Rick. Strategy.

Rick: If I had say, Besolve would automatically forfeit his match.

Eddie: But you don't. Hah!

[Medics rush in. Boog is screaming in pain, holding his left knee.]

Rick: This doesn't look good folks.

[After being carted on a stretcher, he is carried away, and we cut back to ringside. Rick is looking rather disgusted. Eddie, on the other hand, is smiling ear to ear.]

Rick: How can you be happy about not getting a fair main event?

Eddie: Because it benefits the man that truly deserves the IWA title! Besides, I got 200 bucks ridin' on this thing.

Rick: Oh man... Folks, our first match of the evening pits two men who have both built quite the reputations around the alliance. In one corner we have "The Immortal One" Diablo, a man who stands 7'4", the former NeWA North American champion. This man, I tell ya, he's a monster in the ring.

Eddie: Wow, is he ever! I mean, who could possibly agree to fight this guy??

Rick: Evan Hurley, that's who. A guy who's so gutsy he makes rambo look like he's got weak nerves...

Eddie: It's strange how he's cousin's with Adam Burke.

Rick: It is. It really is.

(. . .)

Rick: Anyway, Hurley is known to admire Diablo since their HCWF days.

Eddie: Who wouldn't admire a man who just swat humans like bugs?

Rick: Yes... But don't forget, this match isn't just an ordinary match. Because the winner of this match...

Eddie: Which match?

Rick: ...will get the next shot at the Extreme title against either Bell or Mann.

Eddie: Does that mean it's a hardcore match?

Rick: Of course!

Eddie: Nice! Uh, I mean... I knew that.

[Pyrotechnics rip throughout the arena, as metal rifts pound the arena walls! The lights turn red, and "The Immortal One" appears on the Tron, in between flicks of Diablo destroying opponents with his Killing Fields finisher.]

#Shriek the lips across the ragged tongue#
#Convulsing together singing violently#
#Move the jaw, cry out loud#
#Bound up the dead triumphantly#

[Diablo can now be seen just in front of the curtain, his back turned to the crowd. He's wearing his normal black trenchcoat, and his black boots. His normal pair of tights can't be seen, but they're on. His hair is stringy and wet, and falls upon his trenchcoat.]

Rick: This is Diablo's first ever match as an IWA member.

Eddie: No it isn't!

Rick: Oh, sorry. This entrance seems identical to the one when he debuts.

Eddie: Looks like somebody didn't strat.

(Rick and Eddie both look through the camera at Matt. Evil is in their eyes.)

#The ragged they come and the ragged they kill!#
#You pray so hard on bloody knees#
#The ragged the come and the ragged they kill!#
#Down in the cool air I can see#

[Boos erupt from the audience as they see Diablo appear from the curtain. Diablo begins to raise up his arms, his back still toward the ring.]

#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm the one that you wanted!#
#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm your Superbeast!#
#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm the one that you wanted!#
#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm your Superbeast!#

[Diablo drops his arms with force as flames explode from the ringposts. Fire lights run down the sides of the rampway, traveling at Diablo's pace, as he is now faced towards the ring, steadily walking. Diablo steps on the apron and steps over the top rope with ease]

Rick: He's just, so big.

Eddie: Yeah.

V/O Evan: Every Day . . .

(Through the thick smoke from the pyro we see the silhouette of a stocky powerfully built figure begin to emerge. Clad in a pair of glossy black tights and tall dark boots we see one half of the EWWA Tag Team Champions. ?Every Day? Evan Hurley emerge from the entranceway. With the gold belt grasped tightly his hand Evan and makes his way to the ring.)

Rick: What's he gotta be thinkin' about?

Eddie: He's probably taking consolation that he's still an EWWA Tag champ.

(Hurley, before entering grabs a chair, and tosses one to Diablo inside the ring. Diablo glares at him, as Hurley screams "Duel!")

Rick: Hurley slides into the ring, and gets slammed RIGHT away by Diablo!

Eddie: His own fault.

(Hurley doesn't fall, and instead smacks Diablo with his chair. Diablo doesn't fall either. Hurley swings.)

Rick: Hurley!

Eddie: Diablo!

Rick: Hurley!

Eddie: Diablo!

Rick: DOUBLE SHOT!

(Hurley and Diablo go down, but then stagger back to their feet. Diablo grabs a chair, and goes to the turnbuckle.)

Rick: The GIANT That is Diablo comes crashing down on the top of Evan Hurley's skull, and Diablo covers.

Eddie: One....Two....NO! We continue, woo.

Rick: Diablo, rolling outside of the ring, pulling out some tables! He's stacking them, and Hurley's back to his feet. Here comes Evan, but Diablo takes the groggy Hurley down with a fist to the throat! Evan laying next to the ring, those tables stacked up next to him.

(Diablo pulls out a ladder, and stomps at Hurley. Hurley stands, and Diablo and he exchange blows.)

Rick: Technical wrestling.

Eddie: Shut up.

(Diablo climbs the ladder, but Evan climbs up the other side, and they meet at the top.)

Rick: Behind Diablo, there's the cold steel of our enterance ramp, behind Evan, two stacked table, and hard ground.

Eddie: Woo-hoo!

Rick: BAM! DIABLO SENDS HURLEY CRASHING THROUGH TWO TABLES! EVAN'S DOWN! DIABLO COVERS, THIS HAS TO BE OVER! ONE...TWO...THREE!

Eddie: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOOOO! LONGER AND LONGER BABY!

(Diablo looks up furious, and he starts to move up the enterance ramp.)

Eddie: Just taking a breather.

Rick: Diablo getting away from Hurley, who just won't go down.

Eddie: Hurley stands, bleeding, wooden shards cutting his skin. He grabs a chair, and chases after him. Diablo and Hurley at the top of the enterance ramp, Hurley drops the chair, and his Diablo with a nice Dropkick. Need more weapons!

Rick: Well, there you go. Hurley picks up the chair, and smashes Diablo in the head several times. OW! Hurley drops the chair next to Diablo, and he's pointing up! What?

Eddie: He's gonna climb the big screen baby!

(Hurley begins climbing, slowly, until he reaches the top of the large tron. He stares at Diablo, who has yet to move, on the ground below.)

Rick: OH MY GOD! EVAN'S GOING TO JUMP!

Eddie: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

(Hurley salutes the crowd, and points his elbow at Diablo.)

Rick: Careful Evan!

Eddie: Jump you fool, jump!

Rick: AND HE DOES! 40 FEET OR MORE, EVAN HURLEY, OFF THE SIDE OF THE TITANTRON! ELBOW STRAIGHT TO THE HEART OF DIABLO!

(Hurley and Diablo lay motionless for a moment, until Hurley finally throws an arm over the chest of Diablo.)

ONE
TWO
THR-

Rick: DIABLO KICKED OUT, JESUS CHRIST, DIABLO KICKED OUT!

Eddie: This is one of the greatest moments of my life Rick. And we still got another one later! Woooooo!

(Diablo and Hurley lay motionless for a minute, their energy gone. In an attempt to give them a moment, we cut back to Rick and Eddie at the commentator's table.)

Rick: This match may be over now, and we apologize for not being able to decide a winner. We-

(Rick is cut off by a loud cheer, and we quickly move back to the two men, to see Evan Hurley beginning to get to his feet. He stands, wobbling, and lifts Diablo up.)

Eddie: We're back in action baby!

Rick: Evan and Diablo exchanging blows as they descend back down the ramp, towards the ring. Punch after punch, blow after blow, they are beating the hell out of each other, and they both slide into the ring.

Eddie: This . . . is . . . GREAT!

Rick: You got that right, I haven't seen Evan this jacked for a hardcore brawl since he and Burke's run in like a few months ago. And Diablo . . . well him being the lord of evil and everything kind of always put him in the hardcore state of mind.

Eddie: Don't you love saying that . . . lord of evil . . . Heh.

(Evan, his face starting to garner the proverbial crimson mask, circles Diablo and he does the same. After a sort rest The Immortal One lunges at Every Day and attempts a lock up, Evan deftly rolls out of the ring beginning to search under the ring.)

Eddie: I . . . LOVE . . . when they search under the ring!

Rick: And you should because Evan has pulled out a very large very ominous looking black box. He slides the box in ring under the bottom rope then goes under himself . . . Diablo is just standing there . . . watching.

(Evan smiles at Victor Mandrake and kicks open the lid of the box then with all his might pours the contents all over the nearest turnbuckle area. At the sight of the contents of the box the crowd goes bonkers, beginning an "EX-TREME EX-TREME" chant. The eye contact between the two combatants has yet to be broken.)

Rick: "Every Day" Evan Hurley just poured out a huge trunk full of . . . BROKEN GLASS AND TACKS!!!

Eddie: I think I just had an orgasm . . .

Rick: Ewww . . .

(Diablo cracks a small smile of approval, then approaches Evan.)

Rick: The two lock up . . . Evan garners the upper hand locking the monster in a side head lock! Diablo struggles but Evan makes his move with . . . a reverse DDT in the proverbial pile of pain!

Eddie: You mean the glass and tacks right?

Rick: Yea idiot . . . and damn are they ever in there. Victor has tacks and small shards of glass imbedded in his skull! And Evan the same with his back!

(The two struggle for a while but each stagger to their feet, Evan again is just a little faster than his much larger opponent. Evan whips Diablo into the corner through the pile of glass and tacks . . . Evan climbs up behind the bloody mass of man and signals the crowd that it's coming.)

Eddie: O sweet Jesus! He's going to do it in the glass!

Rick: VIOLENT ACT IN TO THE PILE OF BLOODY GLASS AND TACKS!!!

Eddie: Diablo just died . . . I know it! Woo!

(Evan looks up, and his face has dissapeared, replaced by blood, and lots of it. He drapes an arm over Diablo.)

ONE

TWO

THREE! DING DING DING!

Rick: EVAN HURLEY GETS THE SHOT! EVAN HURLEY!

Eddie: What an upset! How the hell did he beat this 7'4" beast?

Rick: Guts, Eddie. Guts!

Eddie: Now, who's he gonna face?

[We cut backstage.]

[New IWA interviewer, Sam Bricks, is with Super Shoink.]

Bricks: Ah, Super Shoink, glad to have you with us for this interview.

Shoink: Um, I thought you were a nervous fella. I'm surprised how calm you are.

Bricks: Oh, I'm only nervous around big stars.

Shoink: . . .

Bricks: . . .

[. . .]

Shoink: Alright, let's just keep this going.

Bricks: So, Mr. Shoink, how confident are you going into your IWA Cruiserweight defense against Simon Benson?

Shoink: Quite confidant, Sam. I've been in matches with this guy many more times than I'd like, so I have a good feeling what's going to happen.

Bricks: Sounds good. Do you think anyone really cares what's going to happen to you?

[Shoink looks at Sam disturbingly.]

Shoink: Actually, YES, I do. In fact, I have some very important investors investing in my success.

Brick: What? Who would do that?

Shoink: Well, the most important name would probably one Greedy McGreedGreed.

[An old, short, stout man in a fancy black business suit, top tap, monocle, and bushy mustache walks in.]

McGreedGreed: Ohhh, I'm SO greedy!

[Greedy McGreedGreed leaves.]

[Shoink looks very proud of himself.]

Bricks: Wow, that made absolutely no sense.

Shoink: Thank you!

Bricks: . . . Just leave now. Good luck in your match.

[As Shoink leaves, we suddenly cut somewhere else backstage, where a hot dog vendor is standing behind his stall, yawning from sheer boredom. He picks at his nails, rubs his eyes, and looks around in a daze. In the background, the figure of a man slowly slides backfirst against the wall until he is behind the man, still in the shadows.]

Vendor: Man, what a boring night...

[The figure in the shadow reaches into his pocket, and removes a small object. It lands on the floor in front of the vendor.]

Vendor: What's that?

[As the man leans over to the pick it up, the figure darts out of the shadows, steals a hot dog, and shoves it into his mouth.]

Shadowy Man: [mouth full] Hoo hah! Got one!

[The vendor spins around.]

Vendor: Stop right there!

Shadowy Man: [still muffled] Eep!

Vendor: You're going to pay for that!

Shadowy Man: [muffled] Lshhhmm hww ymh, whpmh vmmm tawl Shwwnk...

[The Shadowy Man swallows.]

Shadowy Man: Listen here you, I'm going to give a message to Super Shoink.

Vendor: Oh?

Shadowy Man: Less, and that message is to watch out, because I'm gonna pop him one with my little friend, here.

[The Shadowy Man whips up his left arm, and in it is a long, cylindrical object. It briefly comes out of the shadows, but the glimpse only reveals that it is white and has many holes in it.]

Vendor: But that's just a... hey, aren't you that guy, what's your name... oh, yeah! You're-

Shadowy Man: GYAAAH!

[The Shadowy Man hits the vendor with the object, and the Vendor falls backwards into the hot dog tray. The Shadowy Man makes a hasty retreat. Fade back to the commentaters.]

Rick: Who the hell was that? And what's he got against Super Shoink?

Eddie: A lot, I'm sure, just like the rest of us.

Rick: What's wrong with Super Shoink? He's made a great Cruiserweight champ thus far.

Eddie: Saunders was the only good Cruiserweight champ we've ever had. And maybe Nigasaki Shinzei and HSK.

[A light humming sound is heard as the lights dim down and a very chilling breeze totally engulfs the arena. The cold air hits the fans immediately and as many are unprepared for it...they begin to rub themselves to get warm]

Eddie: IT'S COLD! MIKE BELL IS HERE! WOO!

[Almost immediately fog begins to roll in and the entire entrance ramp is completely engulfed. It is so thick that you can cut through it with a knife]

[Not as loud as the humming sound but you can hear what sounds to be thunder off in a distance and lightning is seen through the fog at the roof of the arena]

[The thunder gets a little louder and just when you least expect it......]

[BONG]

[BONG]

[BONG]

[It is the erie ringing of a bell that is being heard. You know, the kind that you hear during horror movies]

[BONG]

[BONG]

[Then you hear a voice]

voice: For whom the bell tolls

[BOOM]

[BOOM]

[ZIP]

[ZIP]

[Loud explosions and pyro begin shooting all through the arena to the point that enough static electricity is generated to make the hair on the back of your neck stand up]

[Then "Sirius" by the Alan Parson's Project begins to play and the fans begin to cheer as they can see someone coming through the fog and down the entrance ramp. The cheers get even louder when it is seen as the IWA Extreme Champion "The Natural" Mike Bell who is standing at the base of the entrance ramp. The roar is almost deafening as he is standing there in his normal attire of long wrestling pants and a black and white DWA t-shirt that has a picture of the NeWA World Hardcore Title on it with "please save me" written underneath it. His long hair is pulled back into a pony tail and his IWA Extreme Title is over his shoulder. He then begins to make his way towards the ring and he stops just short of the ringsteps when he notices that a laser light has formed in the middle of the ring and it begins to rotate the words "The Natural" in a counter clockwise direction. He then enters the ring and is handed a house mic]

[The fans begin to cheer as Mike Bell lifts the mic up to speak]

Rick: What does the Extreme champ hav...

Eddie: QUIET! He's gonna talk...

Rick: Ugh.

Bell: Chris, it still isn't too late. It isn't too late to do the right thing and just walk away from this.

[He begins to pace the ring]

Bell: Chris, you and I go WAY back together. All the way back to the MIWF where you were the World Champion and I was just some flash in the pan rookie who was able to get a start in the business.

[He stops]

Bell: You saw something in me that no one else did. You saw potential in me where nobody else could. I never forgot the day that you actually took time out of your busy schedule to come and say a few nice words to the "rookie" who was just trying to catch a break in this business...and it meant alot to me. It was "those" words that has made me what I am today. So don't think for one minute that I am not greatful because I am. If it hadn't been for you then I would still probably be in the "Indy's" somewhere just scraping to get by.

[He gets a sentimental look on his face]

Bell: Chris, the World Title reigns, all of the success in this business....EVERYTHING....is owed to you. That is why I am giving you this one last opportunity to reconsider this Hell on Top of a Cell Match and to put it all behind us. You see, in a matter of just about 3 weeks I get to step into the ring with the paper champion Tyler Lee for the World Hardcore Title and I can't let anything get in the way of that. You see, it is one thing to be a World Heavyweight Champion, and it is one thing to be a World Hardcore Champion, but it is something totally different to be able to say that you have held them BOTH.

[The camera zooms in on his face]

Bell: Chris, I love you as I would a brother. Hell, you are the brother that I never had and I am asking....

[he stops]

Bell: No, I am begging you to not do this. Don't make me end your career right here tonight like I am going to do to Tyler Lee at Wrestle Classic 2002.

[He looks down and then back up again]

Bell: Chris, this is the last chance. The last time I am going to try to convince you to just step away from it. After this there won't be any turning back, there won't be any last second repreives. You and I will step foot into the Hell on Top of a Cell and we will go at it like no two wrestlers have ever done it before. There will be blood shed and there will be broken pieces of humanity everywhere that the eye can see.

[He taps the front plate of the IWA Extreme Title]

Bell: Chris, this right here is going to be my ticket to bringing the World Hardcore Title home to the IWA where it has always belonged. If winning the IWA Extreme Title means that much to you then by all means win it in a tournament after I bring home the World Hardcore Title...but GOD D@MNIT Chris, you can't win it if you're F*CKING in a hospital bed!!!!

[You can see the intensity on his face and the concern in his voice]

Bell: D@mnit, for once in you life listen to what I am saying Chris. You don't understand what I am talking about Chris but you will in the very near future. It isn't about you and me anymore. It is about championship gold, it is about status quo, and it is about where we all are in the grand scheme of things. You see Chris, tonight when we make it up to the top of the cage and you are looking out amoungst the masses from almost 20 feet up in the air. Realize that I did everything in the world that I could humanly do to get you to change your mind. I did everything in the world to get you to reconsider what you were doing and I did everything in the world to try to avoid all of this but you wouldn't listen.

[Bell hangs his head and is completely silent. The seconds start to tick by as he just continues to look down at the ring...not saying a thing. He then simply drops the mic and exits the ring. He heads back to the dressing room area without saying anything else or even acknowledging anyone and the scene shifts back to the announcers]

Rick: The Natural has become a desperate man.

Eddie: That's a shame really. But I personally hope Mann laughs at this last effort by Bell. I mean, this match has to take place. Rick, it HAS to take place!

Rick: I know what you mean.

Eddie: No, you don't! This could be the match of the freakin' year! Maybe even the match of the decade!!

Rick: Yeah, OK. I get it, Eddie.

(Eddie exhale's loudly.)

Eddie: You don't get it.

Rick: Fans, I think it's time to move on. Our next bout pits the reigning Cruiserweight champion, Super Shoink, against a man who has been a thorn in his side for the past month, Simon Benson. Forget the Extreme match for a second, this match could steal the show. Both these guys are incredibly talented.

Eddie: Simon is trying to build a legacy that surpasses his brother Dan. A win tonight could be the beginning of that legacy.

Rick: Now, to the ring!

("Simon says" by Drain STH begins to play. Simon and Sarah appear at the entrance. Simon opens his jacket a bit to show off his newly won title belt.)

Eddie: Hey! What's that there?

Rick: That would be the Louisiana State title he won last week.

Eddie: Ooh! How big it would be to win the Cruiserweight title tonight and become a double champion!

Rick: It would mean so much for his wrestling career, that's for sure.

(The pair decend down to the ring with the mixed reaction from the crowd. Simon hands his belt, and jacket to Sarah and hug before he gets into the ring.)

Eddie: Go Benson!

[Blur's "Song 2" hits]

WOOHOO!

[Green and Blue pyro goes off]

[Super Shoink walks out, proudly wearing his IWA Cruiserweight belt. He?s got on his green jersey with a blue 76 on the front, and blue "SHOINKSTAR" on the back. He's also in his blue wrestling tights, green "SUPER" running down his right leg, green "SHOINK" running down his left.]

[Dackles steps out to join Shoink.]

Eddie: Dackles is coming out with Shoink? Looks like Shoink wants the upper hand!

Rick: Simon has Sarah! Shoink probably just wants a little more insurance.

Eddie: HA! Shoink's the only man I know who needs purse insurance!

[Shoink steps up on the apron and flips over the ropes into the ring. He hands the IWA Cruiserweight belt away, and we're ready to go.]

DING DING DING

(The champion and the challenger lock up. Benson with his size advantage powers Shoink to his knees. Then, an elbow to the head takes him down. Benson drops the elbow but Super Shoink rolls out of the way. Shoink back up and blocks some right hands. He whips Benson in the corner and follows shortly behind. Benson propels himself over Shoink using the ropes, but Shoink runs up the turnbuckles and backflips over Benson. He drives his forearm into Benson's back repeatedly, then drops Benson with a full-nelson slam.)

Rick: Outstanding stuff from our Cruiserweight champ. This is why he become the champion.

Eddie: Super Shoink will forever be known as the man who put Ozmodious out for good when he beat him for the IWA Cruiserweight belt.

(Benson is back up and tastes a dropkick. It sends Benson in the corner. But he charges out and turns Shoink inside out with a clothesline.)

Eddie: Did you see that force? Beautiful stuff, really.

(Benson steps on the second turnbuckle and leaps off, planting his knee in the small of Shoink's back. Benson now begins pulling back on the head, putting strain on the neck. He quickly gives this attack up and smacks Shoink in the head.)

Eddie: It doesn't appear Benson has much respect for Super Shoink.

Rick: But he should. Super Shoink has got to be considered the favorite here. He's the more experienced wrestler in this battle.

(Shoink pulls himself up using the ropes. Benson charges at him but Shoink sends him to the floor with a back-body drop.)

Eddie: Benson let Shoink get up and paid for that choice.

Rick: Shoink now setting up for something... He springboards to the center of the top rope and leaps in the air. Flying crossbody!

(He lands hard, right on Benson. The crowd is way into this.)

Rick: This is definitely proving to be the great match we expected it to be.

(Shoink pulls Benson up. He tries for a belly-to-back, but Benson blocks and nails the Shoinkster with a mule kick.)

Eddie: Ooh!

Rick: Benson with a low-blow here.

Eddie: He's wellknown around the world for his low blows.

(Benson whips Shoink chest first into the ringpost. Then, he rolls Shoink in the ring. Benson hops on the apron and climbs to the top rope. He waits for Shoink to rise to his feet and leaps off with a double-axe handle. But Shoink hits him with a perfectly timed dropkick on the way down.)

Rick: That move amazes me every time. Such a precise a attack.

(Benson returns to his feet. He blocks a European uppercut, and the two men grapple up in the center of the ring. Shoink tries to whip Benson into the ropes, but Benson reverses, sending Shoink. Benson leans down as Shoink bounces back. Shoink sees this and leap frogs over him. Benson turns around to see Shoink jumping onto the ropes and back flipping towards him.)

Rick: Shoink off the ropes, trying to take Benson down!

(Benson shows some strength and catches Shoink in the air, now holding him upside down.)

Eddie: What strength by Benson! He's set Shoink up for a pile driver!

(Before Benson can perform the move, Super Shoink kicks around the air, off balancing Benson and sending him bending backwards. Shoink gets his feet on the ground and pulls himself upright, now holding Benson upside down.)

Rick: Great reverse by Shoink! He's turned the tables here!

(Shoink hits the piledriver.)

Rick: Outstanding!

(Shoink hooks the legs.)

. . . . . . . . . . 1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . Benson gets the shoulder up.

(Shoink pulls him up. He hits an atomic drop on Benson to stun him, then hops on the top turnbuckle. Shoink then walks on the top rope to the center.)

Rick: Incredible balance displayed by Super Shoink! He isn't holdin' no one's arm for help, folks!

(Then, Shoink dives out at Benson, flipping in the air. But Benson catches him and has him in the air ready to powerbomb him down.)

Rick: It backfired!

(Benson carries Shoink to the ropes and bounces him off. Carrying the momentum, he spins around and powerbombs Shoink in a huge way.)

Eddie: Wow! What a sick powerbomb! Shoink has been turned inside out!

(Benson holds the legs and makes the cover, putting his feet up on the second rope for leverage. The ref makes the count.)

. . . . . . . . . . one . . .
. . . . . . . . . . two . . .
. . . . . . . . . . stop

Rick: Whoops! The ref caught Benson with his feet on the ropes.

(The ref swats his feet off the ropes and the fans cheer. Benson is infuriated. He grabs the ref by the collar.)

Eddie: Don't do it, Simon! Think of the Cruiserweight title!

(Benson is contemplating it. But in the end, he decides not to. Simon shoves the ref away and turns around, eating a Shoink right hand.)

Rick: Shoink is coming back with a flurry of quick rights and...

(Wham! Another low blow.)

Rick: Damnit! Ref, what the hell are you doing?

Eddie: I think his glasses are fogged up.

Rick: He doesn't have glasses!

(Benson puts his leg over Shoink's head and drives it into the mat. Benson begins stomping furiously on his opponent.)

Eddie: That's it, Benson! Take out that anger! Take out that rage inside you!

(Suddenly, Shoink grabs the leg and takes Benson down with a drop-toe-hold, smacking Benson's face into the canvas.)

Rick: Ouch.

(Both men get back to their feet, and Benson is struck in the face.)

Rick: Shoink hits Benson with a big right! Benson turns around, dazed. And Shoink grabs him from behind!

Eddie: Shoink is trying to perform a belly-to-back suplex, but Benson is holding the ropes!

(Benson is able to get out of the hold, spin around Shoink, and grab him from behind.)

Rick: Benson got out of it and now has Shoink from behind!

(Benson throws Shoink over his head in a belly-to-back suplex.)

Eddie: There's the suplex!

Rick: But Shoink landed on his feet! Benson turns around...

(As Benson turns, he's surprised to see not only is Shoink up, but his foot is going right towards Benson's face.)

Rick: A high kick to the head of Benson, sending him down!

(Benson has Shoink in his arms, and he tosses him over the ring with a fallaway slam. Shoink crashes on the floor.)

Eddie: What a great move!

Rick: Simon utilizing his power advantage here.

(Benson raises his arms and gets a mixed reaction from the fans. Meanwhile on the outside, Sarah approaches Shoink. But Dackles comes in and Sarah backs away.)

Rick: Dackles wouldn't hurt her, would he?

Eddie: He probably couldn't.

(Dackles helps Shoink get to his feet. Shoink gets on the apron, but gets a shoulder to the gut from Benson. Then, Benson suplex's the Cruiserweight champ back in the ring.)

Rick: Great suplex. Now Benson is stomping away on Shoink. And he grabs the legs.

Eddie: Could we see the famous Sharpshooter?

(Benson twists the legs, but Shoink pokes him in the face before he could turn him over.)

Rick: No. Not yet, anyway.

(Shoink gets back to his feet and rocks Benson with a right. The Cruiserweight champ springboards off the second rope and catches Benson with a flying elbow, taking him down. Shoink now climbs to the top rope. He points down at his enemy and leaps forward, spinning backwards.)

Eddie: SHOOTING STAR PRESS . . .

Rick: CONNECTS!

(The crowd bursts into cheers as Shoink hooks the legs.)

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- NO!

Rick: Benson kicked out of the Shooting Star Press!

Eddie: How??

(Shoink is slow to get up. He takes a short time to breath and grabs Benson by the hair. But, Simon sneaks in a low blow.)

Rick: Oh come on! Is that even illegal anymore??? The ref was right there!

Eddie: Hey! I didn't see nothin'.

Rick: Ugh.

(Benson grabs Shoink and Irish whips him in the corner. Shoink stumbles out as Benson bounces off the ropes. He grabs Super Shoink by the head and bulldogs him down. Shoink goes for the cover. 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . kickout.)

Rick: Big bulldog nearly had Shoink that time.

(A shot of ringside. Sarah is creeping up behind Dackles. Reaching into her purse, she pulls out her brick.)

Eddie: Wuh-oh.

(CRACK!)

Rick: Sarah Benson just decked Dackles!

Eddie: Now what's she doing??

(Sarah slides the brick in the ring and quickly mounts the apron, attracting the attention of the ref. Simon Benson is quick to grab the brick.)

Rick: Oh no! Don't tell me he's gonna win like this!

(Super Shoink gets up. Dazed, he stumbles around to face Benson, and... *CRACK*... The brick to Shoink's head takes him down. Benson throws the brick out of the ring as Sarah drops down.)

Eddie: What a win this will be!

(The ref slides into position.)

Rick: No! Not like this!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Rick: SHOINK KICKED OUT!

Eddie: WHAT??? I can't believe it!

Rick: Neither can Benson!

(Benson kicks the ropes, frustrated. Then, he picks up Shoink. He hits an atomic drop, then bounces off the ropes for momenturm and clotheslining Shoink down. Shoink drags himself back up and eats a forearm. Benson whips him in the ropes. Super Shoink comes back and spots a back-body drop attempt. He kicks Benson in the chest, bounces off the ropes and leaps with a cross-body block.)

Rick: Benson catches him! And he drops Shoink with a twisting shoulderbreaker!

Eddie: Wow! What a unique way to use a power advantage.

(Benson pulls Shoink back up. He scoops him by the waist and goes for a powerbomb, but Shoink punches him in the head a few times then takes him down with a hurricanrana.)

Eddie: The goofball counters the powerbomb! That was out of desperation.

(Both men are down now. The fans start clapping, trying to get Shoink back into it. He managaes to get up, but not before Benson. Simon charges with a lariat, but it's ducked and countered by a Shoink DDT.)

Rick: DDT on Benson! But he pops right back up.

(Benson being whipped in the corner and he hits hard. Shoink charges towards him, but Benson is able to move out of the way. Shoink turns around with a right hand but it's blocked. Benson begins with a series of right hands.)

Eddie: Look at Simon go! He's got a second... or even a third wind here!

(But Shoink is able to block one of the shots and sneak in a stunning left jab. Shoink begins unwailing on his opponent and the crowd loves it. Shoink now winds up and releases a big right.)

(WHAM!)

Rick: Benson ducks! And the ref has been decked!

Eddie: And he means DECKED!

(Shoink stares at the ref, stunned. Benson uses the opportunity to sneak up behind and throw the Cruiserweight champ to the mat with a German suplex. Benson sees the knocked out ref and chuckles.)

Rick: No respect.

Eddie: For the ref? That so very very replacable ref??

(Benson pulls Shoink to his feet, and Shoink sneaks in a low blow much to the crowd's approval.)

Rick: Yes! That's what I'm talkin' about! Benson got a little taste of his own medicine there!

(Now, in one furious motion, Super Shoink DDT's the skull of Benson into the mat.)

Rick: What a great move from Shoink.

(Suddenly, a disturbance at the entrance ramp causes the crowd to look over that way.)

Rick: What is this?

(At the entrance, a skinny man wearing a brown paper bag over his head with a smiley face drawn on it and carrying a box of roses is walking to the ring.)

Eddie: ...I'm not sure what to make of this.

Rick: This strange man is walking to the ring, and he climbs up onto the apron.

(Meanwhile in the ring, Shoink has Benson's legs crossed and locked. He digs his knee into the small of Benson's back and begins wrenching on the neck.)

Rick: The Shoink Side Stretch! Benson's tapping!!! This should be over!!

Eddie: Ah, but no ref means no win! It's great how that works, isn't it?

(Shoink keeps the hold on as Benson continues to tap, but he soon notices the man on the apron and starts looking at him strangely.)

Eddie: The man pointing to Shoink... could this be that shadowy fellow from earlier?

Rick: Well he's climbing through the ropes...

(The man in the brown-paper-bag-smiley-face-mask climbs through the ropes. Shoink releases the Side Stretch as the strange man reaches into the box, pulling out a rose. The man bows and hands it to Shoink.)

Eddie: Shoink looking at the flower, seeming a little dumbfounded.

(The man in the smiley-face-endowed-recycled-grocery-bag-disguise walks behind Shoink, and reaches into the rose box and pulls out a bigger object.)

Rick: Wait, what is that...

Eddie: Oh my God, it's a... a... WIFFLEBAT!

(The man drops the box of roses, rears back with the wifflebat, and clocks Shoink over the head.)

Rick: WIFFLEBAT SHOT! WIFFLEBAT SHOT!

Eddie: Rick, only one man I know uses a wifflebat as a weapon...

(Shoink spins around, looks at his attacker, and shoves him.)

Eddie: The two men fighting, and Shoink pulls off the mask...

Rick: IT'S SCOOTER!

(Those in the crowd who recognize Scooter cheer.)

Eddie: But what is he doing in the IWA...

(Shoink blinks at Scooter, who then smashes him across the face with the wifflebat and runs out of the ring.)

Rick: I don't believe my eyes, Shoink stunned, and here comes Simon Benson from behind...

(Swinging neckbreaker.)

Eddie: What a great move! And now it looks like he's going for the Sharpshooter!

Rick: All he has to do is turn him over, and Shoink is not fighting it at this point!

(Benson turns him over and sits way back. Shoink begins screaming in pain.)

Eddie: The ref is getting up! Shoink is in trouble!

(The ref crawls over to his position. He asks Shoink if he is done, and Shoink shakes his head.)

Rick: Super Shoink won't tap! For the love of god, I hope he doesn't! Benson can't win! Not like this!

Eddie: Shoink can't hold out forever, Rick!

(Super Shoink sure tries. He refuses to tap, even though he's in considerable pain. Shoink attempts to make the ropes, but can't come close.)

Eddie: Tap already! Damn!

Rick: How is Shoink fighting through this?

Eddie: TAP!

(He doesn't tap. Defying his body he tries to bare with the pain until he finds a way out. Shoink tries frantically and desperately to reverse the sharpshooter, but Benson has it locked on too well. Slowly, Super Shoink's arm raises into the air.)

Eddie: YES! YES!

Rick: NO! NO!

(He slams it down.)

DING DING DING!

Rick: Super Shoink tapped! Simon Benson steals this one!

Eddie: Yes! Goofball Number Two loses his title! The IWA is a better place!

Rick: It didn't take much, either. First, a brick to the face, then a couple wifflebat shots from that Scooter character. Not to mention the countless low blows and eye gouges...

Eddie: Stop your complaining, Rick! What's done is done.

Rick: I'm afraid you're right.

(The scene cuts to Adam�s locker room, which is now shared by �Every Day� Evan Hurley and Super Shoink, who is not around. Thusly the room is quite large, well furnished, and has lots of really good food. A T.V. near some leather couches plays the Pay-Per-View in progress. Hurley and Brandy are sitting down, watching as Adam enters the room from the showers, he�s dressed for the match, black military boots, black tights with blue stripes down the side overlapped by a stalking silver, blue, and black tiger. He�s wearing an open short-sleeved button up black shirt with blue flames and Japanese writing. On the back of the shirt is a stalking Chinese style tiger. He�s wearing black leather fingerless gloves, black elbow pads, and his hair is messed up, in a purposeful kind of way. Hurley and Brandy hear him enter, and turn around.)

Hurley: Bad news, man. Shoink lost.

Burke: To Simon Benson?? How?

Hurley: A brick, some low-blows, and some guy named Scooter!

Burke: Scooter? He's here? He cost Shoink the title? That little bastard!

(Burke raises his fist in the air.)

Eddie: Shake harder, boy.

Hurley: What a way to lose the Cruiserweight title. How can a guy like Simon Benson be champion? Uh.

(Hurley changes the subject.)

Hurley: Adam�are you ready?

(Adam looks up from where he had been looking at he floor.)

Burke: I guess so; to be honest I�ve never been so scared.

(Adam opens a nearby gym bag and pulls out a freshly polished IWA International Title belt from the bag and places it over his shoulder.)

Burke: I really don�t want to lose this, I�ve been on kind of a losing streak lately, you know I haven�t been without a title since September.

Hurley: You can do this one man, this it, you�re going to turn around.

Brandy: Yeah, now�s the time to get out of that funk you�ve been in lately, take it to him Adam!

Burke: Heh, I�ll try. Still, I�m really scared. I mean my god, I�m locked in an electrified cage with a mad man, this is worse than the time I was on the Rosie O�Donnell show.

(Adam�s face fills with horror as he shudders.)

Burke: Let us never speak of that show again.

Hurley: Gotta get pumped for this one man, you can beat him.

(Adam starts hopping on either foot to get the blood going, punching and kicking intermittently.)

Burke: Yeah, I can do this; I�m a big scary man.

Hurley: Uh�yeah�a man.

Burke: A big, scary, non-effeminate man,

Brandy: Getting there, hun.

Burke: I�m going to be�not very nice.

Hurley: Try harder.

Burke: I�m�going to�be the�guy that defeats him!

Hurley: Uh�Yeah!

(Suddenly, Super Shoink staggers in. He looks tired, and angry.)

Shoink: I lost to Simon Benson!

Hurley: Don't worry man, you'll get that title back! It's yours. You were robbed!

Shoink: That Scooter guy is gonna pay. And he's gonna pay huge!

(Shoink raises his fist in the air this time. Moments pass. Then, Shoink turns to Burke, who is pumping himself up.)

Burke: ...And then I�ll kick him when he�s down! And throw dirt in his eyes and kick him in the groin!

Shoink: Wow. I haven't seen him like this in awhile.

Hurley: He's gonna win, man. He's gonna make it 2 for 3 for us tonight.

Burke: I'll rip out his hair and burn it with a lighter! I'll pull out his eye sockets and feed them to wolves!

Hurley: Oookay...

Burke: And then�get some Dr. Pepper, cold refreshing Dr. Pepper, the choice of a new generation.

Shoink: That�s Pepsi.

Burke: Damn.

Eddie: Freaks. All of 'em.

[We cut to a darkened locker room, with IWA Tag Team Champion Mike Barcode sitting still on a bench, eyes closed, his head leaning against a locker door. His IWA Tag Team Title is draped across his lap, slow, relaxing, music playing in the background. As we focus on Barcode, the lights flip on.)

Barcode: [Groggily] Wha?

Riggs: We're up in a few minutes, just making sure you're ready to go.

Barcode: Yeah, yeah.

(Barcode stands up, and stretches, but Riggs sucker punches Barcode in the gut. Barcode falls back down onto the bench. We see his face, and he's laughing a bit. Riggs helps him to his feet, but Barcode slugs him with a right to the side of his face.)

Riggs: [Laughing] Joys of insanity, nothing better. We have to help these people now Mike. It's time

Barcode: Heh heh heh, that was great. We're ready, we're pumped, and those titles belong around our waists. I say lets go prove it.

(Barcode and Riggs laugh as they leave the room, and slam the door.)

Rick: ....oooook.

Eddie: Frickin' wackos.

Rick: Alright, it's time for our next match. And this one should be a doozy...

(The arena is darkened as the steel cell is being lowered down to the ring.)

Rick: The cage is coming down for the first time tonight. And when Jeckel and Adam Burke are both locked in that cage, 15,000 volts of electricity will run through it!

Eddie: Making it very bad to touch it.

Rick: Very good, Eddie.

Eddie: Thanks.

(The cage touches the ground. Ring crew begin locking it in place.)

Rick: As you can see there is a couple feet between the ropes and the cage, which gives our combatants a little leway in this match.

Eddie: But not much.

Rick: No, not much at all.

[The lights dim and red and silver strobe lights flicker.]

Eddie: Here comes Jeckel...

[Jeckel steps out from behind the entrance curtain with and stands at the ramp. The fans greet him with a mixed reaction.]

Rick: It seems some fans are sure taking a liking to him, but Burke is quite the competitor, don't count him out of this one.

[Jeckel walks down to the ring calmly and quietly.]

Rick: What an opportunity for Jeckel. A win here would be huge!

Eddie: Well of course! He'd be the International champion, genious!

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

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

(Blue fireworks blast and the lights fade up to reveal �The Tiger� Adam Burke, the IWA International belt on his shoulder, and Brandy McMillan on the entrance ramp.)

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

(The arena fills with applause as Adam lifts the belt above his head as fireworks blast.)

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

(Adam has an unusual look of determination mixed with fear on his face. The two walk down the ramp, meanwhile gold fireworks arch overhead, forming an archway of gold.)

Rising up to the challenge of our rival

(Burke calmly hands his belt to Brandy, stares at Jeckel on the other side of ringside briefly, then enters the door of the cage. He stands in the center, prepping himself for the match.)

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

Rick: These two had a battle a few weeks back, with Jeckel getting a DQ win at the hands of The Hardcore Contingent. But let me tell ya, Eddie. Jeckel came so close to winning the title, even kicking out of TWO Tiger's Claws.

Eddie: This guy is dangerous. Adam Burke's had a nice title run, but it's over. Jeckel is unbeatable.

Rick: He has proved to be unbeatable thus far. But, you gotta believe Burke is in this to win. He's got heart like no one else. If anyone can end Jeckel's streak, it's Adam Burke.

Eddie: Plus, Jeckel destroyed Burke's car. And you know that'll give Burke that extra bit of fury that might put him over.

(With that, Jeckel enters the cage, along with the poor ref. The cage door is locked. With Jeckel and Burke standing in the middle of the ring, staring at each other, the power is turned. Burke and Jeckel don't take their eyes off each other for a second. Then, the bell sounds.)

DING - DING - DING

Rick: There's the bell! Get ready for a wild one!

(As the two stare down, Burke is seen swallowing hard.)

Eddie: Think he's a little nervous about this match?

Rick: I sure would be.

(Digging the courage from deep within, Burke strikes first with a forearm to the skull. Jeckel staggers back and Burke rocks him with another forearm. Then, a third. But this time it's ducked. Jeckel sprints off the ropes and plows through Burke.)

Rick: What force that had!

Eddie: Burke gives a fairly considerable amount of size to Jeckel. I'm tellin' ya, these Cruiserweights are useless.

Rick: What? How can you say that?

Eddie: I speak the truth.

(Burke is back up and whipped into the ropes. He holds on as Jeckel prepares for a back-body drop. Burke hops to the second rope and leaps off, dropkicking Jeckel. "The Phoenix" shrugs it off and leaps at Burke with a spear. Burke barely dodges it and Jeckel nearly leaps through the ropes into the cage.)

Rick: Whoa! Jeckel stopped just short of that electrified cage.

(Jeckel turns back around and sees Burke charging. Jeckel is quick to act, taking him down with a drop-toe hld. Jeckel, mounted on his opponent, digs his forearm into the throat of Burke.)

Rick: Jeckel is choking Burke! He's making Burke pay for being here!

(Jeckel returns back up. Burke lays in pain until he's stomped in the chest repeatedly.)

Eddie: Boots to the chest. Jeckel could break Burke's liver here.

Rick: Do you know anything?

(Jeckel brings the champion up to his feet. With a European uppercut, Burke is staggering. Jeckel lifts him up, and drops him stomach-first onto his knee. Burke rolls off to the mat, clenching his stomach. Jeckel leaps in the air with a splash, but Burke is barely able to escape the clutches of his enemy.)

Rick: Now, The Tiger is back to his feet, and what a stiff kick to the arm of Jeckel! Burke with a sweep and Jeckel goes down. The International champ comin' down on Jeckel with a knee to the body. And look at those elbows to the side of the head!

Eddie: Burke knows that if he wants to beat Jeckel, he'll have to dish out everything he's got.

(The Tiger emerges off his opponent and springs himself to the top rope. Jeckel gets to his feet in time to have Burke crash into him with a top rope shoulderblock. The force sends Jeckel out of the ring.)

ZZZT!

(Jeckel rolls away from the cage and lays on the floor.)

Eddie: Smell that? It's burning flesh!

Rick: You're sick.

(Burke stands in the middle of the ring, almost mortified by the shock, knowing he will most likely be in the same position at some point. He shrugs off his thoughts and reaches through the ropes to Jeckel. But "The Phoenix" was waiting.)

ZZZT!

Rick: Oh my god! Jeckel just sent Burke headfirst into the cage!

Eddie: GAH! That's gotta hurt!

(Burke, after his fears were realized, falls limp to the mat behind him. Jeckel now enters the ring. He pulls a still stunned Burke up. Then, he nails a T-bone suplex.)

Rick: What a suplex! Devastating move! But Jeckel's not going for the cover just yet!

(Jeckel picks Burke up. A backbreaker later, Jeckel is going for the pin.)

Rick: Now, here's the first cover... it could be the last!

ONE . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . shoulder up.

Eddie: Burke may be a coward and a wuss and a goofball, and a weakling... and a...

Rick: Do you have a point?

Eddie: I might have had a point.

Rick: Ugh.

(Jeckel pulls Burke up. He whips Burke into the ropes. Burke flies back and is caught in a bearhug before being slammed furiously to the mat. Grounded, Jeckel begins headbutting his opponent.)

Rick: "The Phoenix" is certainly out to win this, and it shows.

Eddie: He's not even close to done, Rick.

(Jeckel rises to his feet after seven or so headbutts. Burke pulls himself out. Jeckel charges at him and drives his knee into Burke's face, sending the champ back to the mat.)

Eddie: Jeckel is just too strong for Burke.

Rick: You might be right, Eddie.

(Burke again pulls himself up. Jeckel charges with another knee in mind, but Burke shoves his elbow into the challenger's face. Burke leaps to his feet and kicks Jeckel rapidly. Then, he spins around, planting Jeckel with a Tai roundhouse kick.)

Rick: Burke takes Jeckel back down! The Tiger has heart, Eddie. I know you can see it.

Eddie: Bah! I see a fruit.

(Burke wastes no time mounting the top rope. He measures up his opponent and leaps off.)

Rick: Senton bomb! It connects! Burke could have it here!

1.......................2............... not yet....

Eddie: Jeckel easily gets the shoulder up.

Rick: I wouldn't say easily.

Eddie: I would.

(Jeckel tries to get to his feet, but Burke stomps away at him in an attempt to keep him down. It fails, as Jeckel sneaks it a face rake. Then, he tosses Burke into the ropes. Burke wisely grabs on, avoiding an attack.)

Rick: Jeckel charging after Burke in full force, and Adam...starts running away?

Eddie: I knew it the whole time, he is coward.

Rick: You really think so?

Eddie: Do German�s love David Hasselhof?

(Adam sprints as fast as he can towards to a nearby turnbuckle, with Jeckel in full charge after him. He doesn�t slow down as he gets closer, and when he�s right in front, plants one leg on it, then another on the top, somersaulting over head of Jeckel as Jeckel slams into the turnbuckle.)

Rick: My god! He flew right over him!

Eddie: The cowards pulling Matrix shit!

Rick: And Adam is sprinting to the opposite turnbuckle now, and he hops up top and is waiting.

(Jeckel isn�t stunned for long and quickly turns around, only to see Adam flying through the air with a missile dropkick that sends Jeckel flying into the cage. Sparks fly everywhere after a massive pop of electrical energy courses through Jeckel, who quickly bounces of the ropes and falls to the mat.)

Rick: Sweet Jesus I think that took them both out!

(Burke climbs up, favoring his right leg. Seeing Jeckel on the mat in a heap, he makes a run for the ropes. Burke springboards backwards off the second and lands on the target.)

Rick: Lionsault! And another pin attempt!

One....
Two....
Thr-no!

Rick: Burke can't put him away!

(The champ picks Jeckel up. He hits The Phoenix with a couple rights before tossing him into the ropes. But it's reversed and Burke is sent bouncing off the ropes, right into Jeckel's boot.)

Eddie: And Jeckel is again on top! He comes back from everything!

(Jeckel shrugs off the pain he must be feeling and pulls Burke up. But the champion is ready this time, and nails Jeckel with a DVD.)

Rick: THE DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Another cover!

Eddie: ONE . . . . TWO . . . no! Jeckel again powers out!

Rick: Burke is giving it his all, but his all hasn't worked yet.

(Jeckel begins fighting up and receives a kick to the stomach, sending him back a bit. Burke rears back and fires another kick to the stomach, nearly knocking Jeckel out of the ring. But he holds on and pulls himself up. Burke meets him with a European uppercut. Then, Burke grabs Jeckel by the hair and throws him head first into the cage, sending sparks everywhere.)

Eddie: Oh jeez!

Rick: Jeckel is hurt! He's standing, but barely!

Eddie: The car's on, but no one's drivin'!

(Then, Burke bounces off the ropes, taking big steps towards his enemy, and...)

WHAM!

Rick: THE TIGER'S CLAW!!!

(Burke drops on his opponent and goes for the cover.)

Crowd: ONE!

Eddie: Uh oh...

Crowd: TWO!

Eddie: No!

Crowd: THREE!

Rick: Kickout!! How?!?!

Eddie: Yes!

(Burke gets up and pounds his fist on the turnbuckles.)

Rick: The International champ is clearly very frustrated, with his finisher not finishing his opponent like it's "finisher" title suggests.

Eddie: It ain't the first time Jeckel's kicked out of that, so don't act TOO surprised.

(Burke looks down at Jeckel. A look of desperation and fear dominate. Then, he returns to his enemey and pulls him up.)

Rick: Burke with an Irish whip... no! He pulls Jeckel back... and what a great neckbreaker!

Eddie: It was a pretty good neckbreaker, anyway.

Rick: Burke is now pounding away with right hands! We've seen this before!

Eddie: It's called "I don't know what else to do so I'll just punch him repeatedbly."

Rick: You're probably right, Eddie.

(Burke lays in shot after shot after shot, ultimately leaving Jeckel bloody. Burke gets back to his feet, garneshing a pop for his actions. Jeckel is amazingly getting back to his feet when Burke stomps him in the face, sending him back down. Burke now begins stomping furiously on Jeckel, rage building inside him.)

Rick: Look at Burke go! Jeckel will be torn to pieces after this!

(Exhausted by his maniac-like attack, Burke backs off to take a breather. Leaning against the corner, he sees Jeckel trying to pull himself back up.)

Rick: You got to be kidding me!

Eddie: A normal man would be torn to pieces. Not Jeckel!

(Burke hurries to his opponent and whips him in the ropes. Jeckel comes back and falls victim to a belly-to-belly suplex.)

Rick: And a big belly-to-belly suplex. Now Burke is picking Jeckel back up, and he plants Jeckel with a German suplex!

Eddie: He's holding on... rolling Jeckel back up, and there's the second German suplex.

Rick: Looks like he's going for a third... GOT IT! Maybe that's enough to put Jeckel away.

(Burke doesn't seem to think so, as he climbs to the top rope.)

Rick: Burke's up top! He's gonna try and put this thing away for good!

(He's perched up top while Jeckel again climbs to his feet. One he's up, Jeckel turns around. Burke leaps off, planting both his feet into the face of his opponent.)

Rick: HUGE DROPKICK TO THE FACE FROM BURKE!!!

Eddie: WOW! I THINK IT MIGHT BE OVER!

(The cover.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Eddie: AH!! He kicked out! Rick... how'd he kick out??

Rick: I have no idea!

(Burke is unquestionably upset now, with the lack of effectiveness in his offense. He pulls what should be a dead man up to his feet, and with a spinebuster, sends Jeckel to the mat.)

Rick: And Jeckel is back down! Burke put some effort into that one, and looks tired.

Eddie: Adam can�t keep this up, Rick.

(Adam is resting his hands on his knees, while motioning Jeckel to get up. Jeckel slowly starts to rise up off of the mat, and staggers to his feet, still a little woozy. As he does this Adam pulls back then steps in and hits a HUGE superkick. Jeckel smashes into the cage with an impact as sparks fly everywhere.)

Rick: ANOTHER TIGER'S CLAW!!! He nailed it! Jeckel�s head jerked back painfully there, but wait a second! Adam kept his foot up, and it is now at Jeckel�s throat, pinning him against the cage!

Eddie: Oh man, even Jeckel is screaming now, Adam�s gone insane!

Rick: I don�t know how much more Jeckel can take, he�s starting to convulse!

(Adam�s face begins to look more and more demonic as he pushes his foot into Jeckel�s throat. Despite the current running through his body, Jeckel slowly, painfully, reaches his hands up to Burke�s leg. Burke notices this and pushes in even farther, making it where Jeckel can�t even breathe.)

Rick: My God! Adam is going to kill Jeckel!

(Despite everything Jeckel gets a gripon his leg, and manages to twist it around.)

Rick: A Dragon Screw! I can�t believe Jeckel pulled that off!

Eddie: Listen to that crowd!

(The arena goes alive, chanting "Holy Shit! Holy Shit!" Meanwhile, both Jeckel and Burke are down on the ground.)

Rick: This has been a much different match than the last time these two men. Burke has been unleashing all he's got at Jeckel. But Jeckel seems to be some sort of superman! He just will not stay down!

(As if on cue, Jeckel gets to his hands and knees.)

Eddie: This is scary, Rick.

(Burke aswell is moving. He sees Jeckel nearly up and hurries to his feet. Burke lunges at Jeckel with a big kick, but it's caught. Jeckel pulls him down into an ankle lock.)

Rick: Oh no! Burke hurt that ankle earlier in this match! He's in DEEP here!

(Right in the center of the ring, Burke has no place to go. He screams in agony as a bloody Jeckel twists his ankle in sickening ways.)

Eddie: SNAP IT! SNAP IT!

(Burke will not tap. As a result, more pressure.)

Rick: I don't know how much more Burke can take!

(He tries to pull himself to the corner, but Jeckel won't let him move an inch.)

Eddie: SNAP IT!!!

(Burke raises his arm in the air. He's about ready to tap, it seems.)

Eddie: He's gonna give! Burke can't take the pain.

(He tries, though. Burke fights it with everything he's got, not letting that hand slam to the mat in defeat.)

Rick: Fight it Burke!

(He's fighting.)

Eddie: TAP!

(Fighting...)

Eddie: He's gonna do it! Jeckel's gonna win!

(Suddenly, Burke grabs Jeckel's ankle and pulls him down. Burke quickly applies pressure with his own anklelock.)

Eddie: What??

Rick: The tables have turned! It's Burke's turn!

(Jeckel inches to the ropes, but Burke pulls him right back to the center of the ring. Then, Burke collapses to the mat, clenching his right ankle.)

Eddie: Aww... does it hurt? HAHAH!

(Both men begin to pull themselves back up. Jeckel up first, he swings with a right hand. The quicker Burke is able to duck it. He kicks Jeckel in the stomach and DDT's him down.)

Rick: Solid DDT! And now Burke is going back up top.

(Before he climbs, he signals for the end.)

Eddie: What's he doing?

Rick: I think he's going for... The Tiger-Rana!

Eddie: Huh??

Rick: A new move he's picked up from Japan. It has beaten many a man. Maybe... just maybe he can finish it with this.

(Burke remains perched on the top rope waiting for Jeckel to rise for the final blow. Jeckel is rumbling. Then, he pulls himself up. He staggers around as Burke leaps off, crashing onto Jeckel's shoulders.)

Rick: Oh no! Jeckel caught him!

(Jeckel holds his ground firm. And with Burke over his shoulders, he staggers to the edge of the ring.)

Rick: Uh oh...

(Jeckel tosses Burke into the cage with incredible power.)

NZZZTTT!!!

(The sparks fly everywhere, and Burke crumbles, falling onto the ropes. He hangs there, limp.)

Eddie: WOW! Did you see that???

Rick: I did!!! This is insane!!

(Jeckel now stuffs Burke's head between his legs. He locks on the double-underhook. Jeckel lifts Burke high into the air, and powerbombs him down.)

Rick: THE TICKET TO HELL!!!

Eddie: That's Jeckel's finisher!! It's over!

(Jeckel makes the cover.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Rick: We have a new...WAIT!!! BURKE KICKED OUT!!!

Eddie: WHAAAAA???

(Jeckel himself can't believe it, nor can the fans, who have popped big for their favorite goofy champion.)

Rick: Burke is still in this!!!

(Jeckel pulls him back up and stuffs his head between his legs.)

Eddie: Jeckel's going for a second Ticket To Hell! Two of them, and it's SURELY over!

(With the double-underhook locked, Burke is lifted up. But no. He blocks it.)

Rick: Burke blocked! The Tiger's lifting Jeckel up in the air... NO! Jeckel is pounding on his back! And Burke drops Jeckel!

(Jeckel quickly applies the double-underhook again. He lifts Burke in the air and a second powerbomb takes him down.)

Eddie: YES! THE SECOND TICKET TO HELL!!!

(Jeckel drops down and makes the cover.)

Rick: It's GOT to be over now!

1!

2!

3!

DING DING DING!!

Eddie: WOOO!!! JECKEL WINS!!

Rick: Burke gave it EVERYTHING he's got. I thought he was gonna squeeze by on several occasions, but Jeckel proved to be too resilient.

(The crowd is loud. Boos, cheers. Just loud as the ref hands Jeckel his new International title. He holds it high in the air, before collapsing down.)

Rick: Before he just fell, I was questioning him being human! But, he's obviously taken a brutal and painful ride, that he'll be feeling for a long time!

Eddie: Woo! Goofball number one lost his title, goofball number two lost his earlier to Benson... this is great!

Rick: This goofball just put on one spectacular match! Show your respect!

Eddie: Bah! Respect is for the weak!

Rick: Eddie, Burke did what no one else has yet. He went head-to-head with Jeckel, and controlled this match! He hit Jeckel with so much offense, and even kicked out of The Ticket To Hell...

Eddie: But he couldn't put him away! And that's what counts.

Rick: You're right, that's what DOES count. Adam Burke, for the first time in 6 months, is without a title.

Eddie: It's just so beautiful!

Rick: Alright fans, we're...

(Rick is getting a message from the back via his headset.)

Rick: I don't believe this...

Eddie: What? WHAT?

Rick: It appears we're gonna have a bonus match next!

Eddie: Really? Who? WHO?

Rick: Mr. Sinsation versus.... a chicken! A giant chicken, I'm told.

Eddie: Huh?

Rick: You heard me, Eddie. A giant chicken.

Eddie: Oooookay.

(Mr Sinsation comes out from the back as we will rock you plays. Sinsation stomps and claps to the song. Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap.)

Rick: Here he is! The one, the only... Mister Sinsation!

(Stomp, stomp, clap. Stomp, stomp, clap.)

Eddie: What a man, he is.

(Sinsation wobbles to the ring and rolls in. The ref helps him back to his feet and he waits for his opponent.)

BAWWWKKKKKK!!

(A chicken begins squeaking so pleasantly. Then, out comes the giant chicken.)

Rick: That's just a man in a chicken suit!

Eddie: Did you expect a really big chicken??

(The chicken noises continue, as this man in the chicken suit, complete with strap-on beak, tries to fly to ringside. Eventually, the chicken enters the ring.)

Rick: Who's your money on, Eddie?

Eddie: I like the chicken's chances, personally.

DING DING DING

(Sinsation and the chicken lock up. Sinsation gains the advantage and backs the chicken into the corner. But, Sinsation suddenly has a cramp in his side, and takes a breather. Then, the chicken jumps on Sinsation's back.)

Rick: Whoa! It looks like the chicken has Mr Sinsation in a sleeper hold.

Eddie: But look at Sinsation struggle!

(Sinsation drags himself across the ring and falls over. The chicken's head hits the turnbuckle post and knocks the beek right off, revealing a white ski mask.)

Eddie: Sinsation is literately tearing this giant chicken to pieces!

Rick: This MAN in a chicken suit. It's not even a real chicken. Hmph.

(Sinsation now crawls and makes the tag.)

Eddie: It looks like the ref's the legal man.

(The ref is shocked as Sinsation crawls away and goes to stand on the apron. The crowd begins to cheer the ref on as he looks at the chicken on the mat. The ref shrugs and begins stomping away at the chicken.)

Eddie: LOOK AT THIS!

Rick: The ref is kicking the man in the chicken suit! He can't do that!

Eddie: He was tagged in!

(The ref goes back and tags Sinsation, while the crowd pops large for the previous actions. Sinsation climbs to the top rope, and measures up his opponent chicken.)

Rick: Looks like Sinsation's gonna go high-risk!

(Suddenly, Sinsaiton sneezes. He loses his balance and falls to the floor with a thud.)

Rick: Oh. Sinsation gambled, but it did not pay off this time.

Eddie: Haha! I love this!

(The man in the chicken suit gets to his feet. He sees his opponent on the floor and takes a run. The chicken dives through the ropes, but the suit is too big, and he gets stuck.)

Eddie: Oh boy! The chicken is in trouble...

(Sinsation pulls himself to his feet using the railing. He checks his lip for blood, and discovers some. Sinsation begins to whimper.)

Rick: I'm not a wrestler or anything, but I think Sinsation should try and capitalize on this opportunity, with his giant chicken of an opponent stuck between the ropes.

(A shot of the chicken. His feet and wings are wobbling frantically.)

Eddie: My money's still on the chicken.

(Then, a man with a goatee in the front row screams out.)

Fan: HEY SINSATION! I'LL BUY YOUR RIGHT SHOE FOR A DOLLAR!

(Sinsation smiles and starts hopping up and down, clapping his hands. Then, he quickly removes his left shoe and hands it to his customer.)

Fan: Hey man, I said the right one... Ah, nevermind.

(The fan hands Sinsation a shiny nickel. Sinsation is overjoyed. He shoves the coin down his cleavage. It stays in place.)

Eddie: What a businessman.

Rick: I sometimes feel sorry for his daughter.

Eddie: Speaking of Jen, where is she tonight?

Rick: Who knows. Drinking out of a sewer somewhere, maybe.

(With the man in the chicken costume still trapped between the ropes, Sinsation utilizes the weapons-friendly ringside rule and grabs a steel chair. He approaches his enemy with his weapon of choice.)

Mr Sinsation: see u in hello u lobster!

(Sinsation swings, but misses by a couple feet.)

Eddie: Ooh, so close.

(Sinsation swings again, but sadly misses.)

Eddie: Almost that time.

(He tries a third time.)

CLANK!

(The chair has flown out of his hand and has struck the ringpost.)

Eddie: I thought he had it there...

(Sinsation drapes his hands over his face repeatedly like Curly and grabs the chair. He takes one last attempt...)

SMACK!

(He connects.)

Rick: And the man in the chicken suit has been struck in the skull! His wings and legs are no longer wailing miserably. I think the chicken, has been knocked out!

Eddie: All Sinsation has to do is make the cover and this could be over!

(Sinsation slides in the ring. He rolls the chicken onto his stomach and makes the cover.)

. . .

Rick: Uh...

Eddie: C'mon ref, get in there!

(The ref whispers in Sinsation's ear. Sinsation nods, and turns the chicken over on his back, then makes the cover again.)

Rick: There we go...

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

Eddie: Sinsation wins!

DING DING DING

(Sinsation now grabs the chicken's mask. He looks at the crowd and they start cheering, hoping for him to rip off the mask.)

Eddie: Do it! Unmask this chicken!

(Sinsation rips off the mask in one jerk. The man behind the mask . . . isn't a man at all. It's a woman.)

Rick: It's Jen! Sinsation's own daughter!!

Eddie: Oh no!

Rick: Sinsation told Jen on Rush that he she wasn't allowed to wrestle, and she went behind his back!

(Sinsation has a very sad look on his face as he holds his unconscious daughters head in his arms. Then, he scoops her in his arms and exits the ring.)

Eddie: On the bright side, Sinsation wins his first match.

(Then, WHAM! Sinsation is struck in the head with a shoe, and his daughter flies out of his hands. The shoe appears to be his own.)

Fan: There's no pockets in that shoe, Sinsation! Teach you to sell me faulty items!

Eddie: No pockets?? How could he?

(Sinsation scoops up his daughter and runs to the back, taking a short break every 5 seconds or so. Tears stream down his face.)

Rick: It's a sad, sad day in the world of the Sinsational Ones.

(We cut to an empty hallway, with a door in view. The door opens, and outstep Michael Lennox and Ulfric, wearing their tag belts, on their way to the ring.)

Rick: The World Tag Team Champions!

Lennox: Let's go.

(Ulfric nods, and the tag champs start walking, but Barcode and Riggs run out from behind the corner at the end of the hall way, and knock Lennox and Ulfric down.)

Rick: The IWA Tag Champs are trying to prove a point to the NeWA Tag Champs, moments before their huge matchup!

Barcode: We'll see you in the ring gentleman, I hope you've enjoyed your taste of the joys of insanity, because it's about to get even better.

(Riggs kicks Lennox in the side, and spits on him, as he and Barcode leave the tag champs in a heap.)

Eddie: THC is in!

Rick: Damnit, Eddie. Watch your mouth. We can't afford another lawsuit.

Eddie: What? What'd I say?

(Cut backstage. The crowd boos as we see Vincent in his office. He's smiling widly. Then, we zoom out and see Levin sitting next to him.)

Eddie: All hail the President!

Vincent: Aaron... it's gonna happen tonight.

Levin: What is, sir?

Vincent: Tonight, is the night Boog finally loses the IWA title. Tonight, the title will be on a man who I can be proud of! Darrel Besolve!

(The crowd boos again.)

Levin: That wasn't fair what Darrel did, Vincent. I know it benefits you, but it's just not right. It's not good business.

(Vincent raises his voice.)

Vincent: Screw business for a second! This has grown way past just business, Aaron! This is personal beyond anything I've ever experienced! My hatred for The Boog-man is unparalleled.

(Just then, Adam Fierce storms in, angrily. The crowd pops. Fierce looks Vincent right in the eye.)

Fierce: Vincent! How can you let Besolve get away with this?? What kind of president are you? You're suppose to lead these guys! And this is the example you set???

(Vincent smiles and looks aside.)

Vincent: This doesn't concern you, Adam.

Fierce: TO HELL IT DOESN'T!

Rick: Whoah!

Fierce: In case you don't remember, I am the Vice President of this company! It concerns me greatly! That's why I'm gonna deal with it personally!

(Fierce storms out. Vincent looks at Commish Levin, slightly distressed.)

Vincent: How could you have signed him as the VP?? What's wrong with you??

(Levin smiles a fake smile, then shrugs. And we cut back to ringside.)

Eddie: What the hell does Fierce mean, "I'm gonna deal with it personally!"?

Rick: I really have no idea.

Eddie: He better not do anything stupid.

Rick: Regardless of what he was talking about, it's time for us to go to our next match. And what a HUGE match this is! Former World champion, Michael Lennox, comes back to Canada as one half of the World tag team champions with Ulfric!

Eddie: They defend against IWA's best tag team, The Hardcore Contingent!

Rick: Let's go to 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 Steve Riggs step out from the locker room area. Each is draped with an IWA Tag Team Title, and stand still at the start of the ramp, taking in the environment, ready to fight. The music has been playing, as they listen, and breathe, before departing down the ramp.]

Eddie: These guys own the IWA tag team division! Now it's time for them to own the entire NeWA tag division!

Rick: Don't forget about Hurley and Burke. The two cousins got that big win over Bell and Mann on Rush.

Eddie: Forget about them! It's THC's time!

#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?

[The two enter the ring, and hand the belts to ringside. The knock heads, and laugh as the music stops.]

Rick: Huge opportunity here. Riggs and Barcode want this. You know they want this very bad!

[Smoke begins to pour down the entrance ramp as the heavy guitar laden opening rift of "Time Does Not Heal" by Dark Angel blares from the house PA system. The lights dim, and as a blue glow emenates from somewhere deep inside the for, the haunting cords give way to equally chilling words.]

"It's always darkest before it goes completely black
I'm older now so I should know, you can never look back
But the scars of childhood memories dominate my head
The inner pain I've vowed to keep until the day I'm dead"

[A dark shadow can be seen through the fog's thick blue haze.]

"You can't see, the life I was forced to lead
What it's like to die daily
You can't feel, the thoughts I've learned to steal
Survivals my reality"

[A series of blue pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric steps through the fog, his long blue/black hair hanging loose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black/gold New Orleans Saints t-shirt, and motorcycle boots with "Lucifer", his black barbed wire wrapped baseball bat strung over his left shoulder like a guitar while carrying his NWA World Tag Team Championship belt as he looks around at the crowd strangely.]

Rick: This is the IWA's first glimpse at the enigma known as Ulfric.

Eddie: Hey Rick. You know this guy hears voices??

Rick: Yes, I did. That's why he wrestles. It keeps the voices away.

Eddie: Ooh. Sounds fun.

"When I was young I lived in fear
The hands of doom forever drawing near
I wonder how I earned to perservere
As time advanced deceit was my life's truth
Spurred on by the peace I never knew"

[He pauses midway down the ramp to remove his t-shirt which he throws into the crowd before raising the bat in one hand and the belt in the other and bangs his head in time to the music. Ulfric drops the bat and waits outside of the ring as the ominous beat of the highhat rings out through the arena.]

*BUUUM*
*CRASH*

[The heavy guitar laden first riff of AC/DC's "Back In Black" roars through the arena, accompanied by a flash of brilliant red pyrotechnics while a video package of previous matches plays on the JumboTron.]

*BA-BA-BUUM*
*CRASH* *CRASH* *CRASH*

[The next heavy riffs roar out, with more amazing fire flashes. The crowd rises to their feet to cheer the man, but unable to tear themselves away from the magnificent show.]

#Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know I'm...]
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild#

[Red and White pyro streamers, burning bright ignite and engulf the entrance area in a bath of fire and brimstone. The crowd is on their feet and whipped into fury as they give The Wolverine an amazing ovation at the entrance area.]

Rick: Former NeWA World Heavyweight champion! "The Wolverine" Michael Lennox!

Eddie: I feel all gitty and such.

#Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
Yes, I'm in a bang
With a gang
They've got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I'm back on the track

[Just as that all important phrase is said, two rockets fly down from the ceiling and blast into the top of the entranceway. This draws the audience's attention there for a moment, and when they look back at the entrance, the enigma is there. "The Wolverine" Micheal Lennox. He stands on the platform, with a focused look on his face when he pours water over his head as he walks down the aisle dressed in ripped blue jeans, combat boots, taped fists and a black/gold New Orleans Saints jersey and a black leather jacket and his NWA World Tag Team Championship belt around his waist. His long tangled hair hanging down in his face while he walks down the aisle. Lennox smacks hands with the fans before he joins Ulfric before they rush into the ring and jump onto opposing turnbuckles.]

#And I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way

[Lennox and Ulfric climb down from the turnbuckles and stand ready to fight and when the bell finally rings to start the match.]

DING DING DING!

Rick: And here we go, for the NeWA World Tag Team Title! It looks like Lennox and Riggs are starting things off.

(Lennox charges at Riggs and knocks him down with a clothesline. Lennox picks Riggs back up by the hair but Riggs counters with a chop to the chest before whipping Lennox to the ropes. Riggs goes for another clothesline but Lennox ducks under and sends Riggs to the mat with a double leg takedown before locking on a violent anklelock.)

Rick: And Lennox immediately goes to work with that devastating anklelock maneuver.

Eddie: Barcode will have none of it! He breaks the hold. Good job, Mike!

(Ulfic quickly leaps on the top rope. He leaps off catching Barcode with a missile dropkick, taking the IWA tag champ out of the ring. Ulfric rolls out and begins working on Barcode on the outside. Back in, Lennox rocks Riggs with a stiff uppercut. He whips Riggs into the corner with authority and charges after, but eats an elbow. Riggs now hops on the second rope. Grabbing Lennox's head, he leaps over and nails a neckbreaker.)

Rick: Great move from Riggs!

Eddie: Barcode and Ulfric are going at it on the outside, Rick!

(A shot on the outside and we see Barcode whipping Ulfric into the guardrail. Ulfric storms out and plows through Barcode. Then, he returns to his corner.)

Rick: It's about time!

(Back in the ring, Lennox has an armbar on Riggs. But he reverses it and takes Lennox down with stiff elbows. Riggs then hits an atomic drop. He goes for the tag, but Barcode is just getting up. Riggs turns back around and receives a big kick to the face.)

Eddie: Oy!

Rick: Lennox making the tag, and here comes Ulfric!

(Ulfric hurries in and drops Riggs with a swinging neckbreaker. He makes the cover, but gets a mere one count. Ulfric brings Riggs up, but Riggs with a face rake. He spinebusters Ulfric down.)

Rick: Did you hear that shot? It was power, right there!

(Riggs grabs Ulfric, and sends him into the corner before pummeling away with rights and left. Riggs pauses, playing to the crowd for a second. Ulfric turns Riggs around and throws him into the corner before stomping away at the midsection, then going for a blatant choke while the ref starts the count.)

1.. 2.. 3.. 4..

(He releases Riggs.)

Rick: This could be a brutal match. All four of these guys are no stranger to hardcore.

(Ulfric grabs a hold of Riggs before making the tag to Lennox. Both of them whip Riggs into the ropes before putting him straight down with a super spinebuster.)

Eddie: They just shook the ring on that shot.

Rick: That will make your liver quiver and lip go numb, that's for damn sure.

(Riggs begins crawling to his corner for the tag, but Lennox cuts him off. ennox extends Riggs's arm before dropping numerous kneedrops to the shoulder before locking on a Wakigatame armbar.)

Eddie: What kind of painful move is that?

Rick: It's a Wakigatame armbar! Can't you read?

(Riggs fights to the ropes, forcing the break. He pulls himself up and Lennox rocks him with a right. But Riggs rakes The Wolverine's eyes and lunges out to tag former IWA Extreme champ, Mike Barcode.)

Eddie: Oh boy! Barcode's finally the legal man! And he's pissed!

(Barcode gets in the face. He stands tall with a smile. Lennox looks down to see Barcode extend his hand.)

Rick: He wants to shake hands, does he?

Eddie: He's a nice guy.

(The crowd boos Barcode's request. Lennox smiles sadistically and cracks Barcode in the jaw, knocking him down. The crowd pops.)

Eddie: Lennox doesn't think so, Rick.

(Barcode gets back up furious. Barcode charges but Lennox grabs him in a waistlock and tosses him to the mat. Barcode is sent rolling out of the ring. But he lands on his feet on the outside. Barcode grabs Ulfric, standing on the apron and tosses him crashing into the guardrail. Barcode dives back in to a chorus of boos.)

Rick: Not so nice that time.

(Lennox begins stomping on Barcode, but he manages to get to his feet. Barcode is lauched into the ropes but he comes flying back with a forearm to the side of the head, taking Lennox down. Barcode begins stomping on him, then allows him back up. Barcode scoops him in his arms and drops him with tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Then, Ulfric slides in the ring angrily but the ref cuts him off.)

Rick: Uh oh! Riggs is grabing that steel chair! He's back on the apron now...

(Barcode grabs Lennox by the legs and falls backwards, slingshoting him in the air.)

SMACK!

Eddie: Lennox just flew head first into that chair!

Rick: Not to mention the chair flying into Lennox's head! I don't like it, but it's excellent team work.

(Barcode rolls Lennox into a package and calls for the ref. He quickly slides into position.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE--

KICKOUT!

Eddie: Freakin' close!

(Barcode tags in Riggs, who mounts to the top rope after disposing of the chair. Measuring up Lennox he leaps off, nailing him with a big frog splash. Riggs then pulls him up and executes a snap suplex. He hurries to his feet and drops precise elbows. Lennox pulls himself up and chops Riggs a couple times. But Riggs shrugs them off and kicks him in the gut. Riggs stuffs Lennox's head under his arm and lifts him vertical in the air.)

Rick: Wow! Steve Riggs is showin' his power here.

(Finally, he drops Lennox, bouncing him off the ropes and to the floor.)

Eddie: Uh oh! He don't wanna be there with our rules!

Rick: Or does he??

(Riggs is quick to slide out of the ring. He grabs the two IWA tag belts and tosses one to Barcode, taking advantage of the weapons-friendly ringside rule. Riggs holds out the belt and takes a run at Lennox.)

SMACK!

Rick: Lennox just dented a steel chair on Riggs' head!

Eddie: Where did he pull that from??

Rick: Barcode doesn't like it, and he's going after Lennox.

Eddie: Uh oh... Ulfric!

(The crowd is on their feet and Barcode knows something's up. He turns around and sees Ulfric leaping off the top rope with a missile dropkick, sending the IWA tag title into his face. Calgary cheers.)

Rick: Did you see that?? That's a 6'5" man!

(Ulfric throws his arms out and lets out a scream, igniting another pop. Meanwhile, Lennox rolls Riggs in the ring, and he makes the cover in all the chaos.)

Eddie: THIS COULD BE IT!

(ONE!)

(TWO!)

(Kickout!)

Rick: No! No! It isn't! Oh boy!

(Lennox slowly mounts back to his feet. Riggs follows behind. Lennox grabs him from behind, going for a neckbreaker, but Riggs counters with a jawbreaker, then DDTs Lennox down.)

Eddie: Ooh.. That might've hurt!

(Riggs whips Lennox into the corner and charges, splashing onto his opponent. Lennox stumbles out, into a gutwrench powerbomb. Riggs folds him for the cover.)

. . . . . one
. . . . . two
. . . . . kickout

(Now, Riggs goes to his corner. He makes the tag to Barcode, who climbs in the ring.)

Rick: Barcode's still woozy from that title belt in the face!

Eddie: I think you're right.

(Barcode comes out and receives a Spicolli driver from Lennox.)

Rick: Great move! Lennox leaps out, and Ulfric is tagged in!

(Ulfric starts pounding away on Barcode. Sick shots to the face in the mounted position. Barcode takes shot after shot, until finally blood emerges. Ulfric gets off him. Barcode backs away. A smile emerges on his far away face.)

Eddie: The joys...

(Ulfric pulls Barcode up and tosses him in the corner. Barcode flies back into a flying clothesline from the NeWA tag champ. Ulfric is quick up taking Barcode with him. Then, he nails a T-bone suplex, sending him across the ring. Then, he calls out to Lennox, and each of them mount a corner.)

Rick: Both World tag champs are standin' tall on the top rope!

(Lennox and Ulfric look to each other before leaping off opposing top turnbuckles with a flying elbowdrop and Swan Dive Headbutt, respectively. Barcode is crushed, and Ulfric goes for the cover.)

Eddie: THIS IS IT!!!

Rick: ONE!

(Here comes Riggs.)

Rick: TWO!

(But Lennox clotheslines him down.)

Rick: THREE!

(Not yet.)

Eddie: Wow!! I thought it was over there! I really... really did!

(Lennox exits the ring as Ulfric picks up Barcode. Suddenly, Barcode strikes with a Death Valley Driver, and both men are down.)

Rick: DVD outta nowhere by Barcode, and he has to make the tag to Riggs!

(Barcode begins inching for the tag. Ulfric pulls himself to his feet and leaps for the cutoff, but it's too late. Riggs springs over the ropes and tackles Ulfric down.)

Rick: It's Steve Riggs' turn layin' in those punches! Eddie, this is turnin' in to be something special.

Eddie: The whole of Wrestle Wars 3 is special, Rick!

(Riggs whips Ulfric in the corner. He charges and dives his shoulder into Ulfric's gut. Having caused considerable damange, he strikes again. And again. Riggs moves aside as Ulfric falls to his knees. Then, Riggs stuffs Ulfric's head between his legs. He lifts Ulfric in the air and drops him with a sitdown piledriver.)

Rick: PILEDRIVER!! I've seen many titles change hands with that! This could be it!

(Riggs hooks the legs. Lennox tries to make the save, but Barcode cuts him off.)

Eddie: ONE . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . THR--NO! Oh my god, no!

(Riggs shakes his head in disbelief, then tags in Barcode once everything settles back down. The former Extreme champ enters the ring, and pulls a near limp Ulfric up. Barcode whips him in the ropes. Ulfric comes back and tackles Barcode with a Thesz Press.)

Rick: Ulfric comes out of nowhere with that! And he's suddenly got the advantage!

(Barcode takes a few more shots, then tosses Ulfric off of him. He returns to his feet and drops Ulfric with a double-underhook DDT.)

Eddie: And right back to Barcode.

(Barcode brings Ulfric up and and powerslams him back down. He looks over to before sucker punching Lennox. Lennox falls off the apron, only to rage back up. But, he is cut off. Barcode quickly takes Ulfric back up. Riggs takes something out of his pocket, as Barcode tosses Ulfric his way. Then, Riggs clocks him and Ulfric goes down.)

Rick: Riggs just clocked Ulfric with those brass-knux!!!

Rick: BEAUTIFUL TEAMWORK!!! BRING THE GOLD HOME!!!

(Barcode rolls him up.)

(ONE..........)

(TWO..........)

(THR----Lennox plows in for the save!)

Rick: WOW! So very close!

(The illegal men exit the ring and Barcode scoops Ulfric back up. He carries him around the ring before dropping him with a sidewalk slam. Barcode now begins digging his elbow into Ulfric's face.)

Eddie: That's sick!

Rick: Tell me about it! I can't watch!

Eddie: Oh I can still watch!

(Then Barcode gets up. The crowd boos as he smiles. Then, he reaches down to pick up Barcode when Ulfric sneaks in the low blow.)

Rick: Ulfric snuck in that low blow. That saved him! But he's drained, Eddie.

Eddie: I know. If he doesn't make the tag, he's finished!

(Ulfric begins crawling over to Lennox as Barcode suffers in pain. Ulfric is very close, but Barcode begins moving. Then, he's up to his feet, and he shakes off his head, and tumbles into the ref. Then...)

WHACK!

(Riggs nails Lennox in the back with a steel chair. Lennox falls limp off the apron.)

Rick: Riggs just took out Ulfric's partner!

(Ulfric leaps for the tag. But there's no one there!)

Eddie: OH BOY!! This is how Riggs and Barcode won the IWA Tag Belts in the first place!

(Ulfric pulls himself up. Near lifeless, he stumbles around and into the swinging reverse neckbreaker from Barcode.)

Rick: THE ARMAGGEDON FROM BARCODE!! THAT'S HIS FINISHER!

(Barcode makes the cover.)

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Rick: NEW WORLD TAG CHAMPS!!!

(. . .)

Rick: Wait no! The ref is saying two!!! This match isn't over!!

Eddie: I can't believe it!

(Barcode gets up. He's completely stunned, along with the crowd.)

Eddie: I was POSITIVE it was over! It just made so much sense!

(Riggs returns to his corner and receives the tag. Barcode screams out loud.)

Riggs: IT'S OVER!

Rick: I think I know what's up!

Eddie: The joys of insanity! DO IT FOR THE IWA!!!

(Riggs pulls a broken Ulfric up. He stuffs his head between his legs as Barcode begins to mount to the top rope.)

Eddie: Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!

(Riggs hoists Ulfric in a piledriver position. Barcode stands tall, setting up for his shooting star press onto Ulfric's torso, in his partner's arms.)

Eddie: Here we go!!

(Suddenly, Lennox leaps onto the apron, and quickly jumps up to meet Barcode on the top rope. Grabbing Barcode's head, he leaps off and Diamondcutters him to the mat.)

Rick: THE BOURBON STREET WRECKER OFF THE TOP ROPE!!!

Eddie: Ah dang it!

(Meanwhile, Ulfric has rolled Riggs to the mat. Ulfric dives on him, locking his arm in between his legs. Ulfric grabs Riggs' head and yanks back. Way back.)

Rick: There's the Crippler Crossface!! Ulfric came back from the dead!!!

(The crowd is on their feet as Ulfric continues to apply substantial amounts of pressure. Lennox stands tall over Barcode, keeping guard.)

(But Riggs won't tap.)

Rick: Look at this man! How is he taking this pain??

Eddie: I don't know, but he's doin' it like a champ!

(Riggs tries inching to the ropes, but can barely move at all. He continues to fight through the pain.)

Rick: Tap, for chrissake! Eddie, he's gonna be seriously injured, here!

(Then, from all the pain, Riggs passes out. The ref calls for the bell.)

DING DING DING!

Rick: He's out! Lennox and Ulfric win this thing!

Eddie: Damn it all! The Hardcore Contingent deserve to win this!

Rick: It was close! I thought they had it.

Eddie: It's not even that. Riggs never tapped! I demand a rematch!

Rick: Eddie, I have a feeling you'll get your rematch soon enough.

(The crowd is going berzerk as Lennox grabs both NeWA World tag belts. He hands one to his partner, who crumbles to the mat, beaten after this battle.)

(Then, we fade to an outside shot of the Saddledome, decorated in lights. She's a beaut'. In the background, thunder is heard. Then, a streak of lightning illuminates the night sky. That is all.)

(We cut back to ringside to find a respirator has mysteriously appeared next to Eddie.)

Rick: Eddie, what's this?

Eddie: Isn't it time for the "Over The Edge" match with Mike Bell defending the Extreme title against Chris Mann?

Rick: Why yes, it is.

Eddie: Than I'll be needing this.

Rick: Heh. I don't doubt it.

["Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent begins to play, and the crowd stands up and immediately begins to look back towards the entrance ramp as Chris Mann appears. "The Rougue Horseman" is wearing jeans and an old DWA t-shirt. Chris Mann begins walking towards the ring, towards the cage.]

Rick: This will be brutal... this will be bloody... this will be Extreme title action at its finest!

Eddie: OH SWEET LORD!!

[Mann reaches ringside. He looks to the top of the cage, where he must throw Mike Bell off if he wishes to win the match. Mann breathes out heavily and enters the ring through the cage door.]

Eddie: Ooh baby ooh baby ooh baby...

[A light humming sound is heard as the lights dim down and a very chilling breeze totally engulfs the arena. The cold air hits the fans immediately and as many are unprepared for it...they begin to rub themselves to get warm]

[Almost immediately fog begins to roll in and the entire entrance ramp is completely engulfed. It is so thick that you can cut through it with a knife]

[Not as loud as the humming sound but you can hear what sounds to be thunder off in a distance and lightning is seen through the fog at the roof of the arena]

[The thunder gets a little louder and just when you least expect it......]

[BONG]

[BONG]

[BONG]

[It is the erie ringing of a bell that is being heard. You know, the kind that you hear during horror movies]

[BONG]

[BONG]

[Then you hear a voice]

Voice: For whom the bell tolls

[BOOM]

[BOOM]

[ZIP]

[ZIP]

[Loud explosions and pyro begin shooting all through the arena to the point that enough static electricity is generated to make the hair on the back of your neck stand up]

[Then "Sirius" by the Alan Parson's Project begins to play and the fans begin to cheer as they can see someone coming through the fog and down the entrance ramp. The cheers get even louder when it is seen as the IWA Extreme Champion "The Natural" Mike Bell who is standing at the base of the entrance ramp. The roar is almost deafening as he is standing there in his normal attire of long wrestling pants and a black and white DWA t-shirt that has a picture of the NeWA World Hardcore Title on it with "please save me" written underneath it. His long hair is pulled back into a pony tail and his IWA Extreme Title is over his shoulder. He then begins to make his way towards the ring and he stops just short of the ringsteps when he notices that a laser light has formed in the middle of the ring and it begins to rotate the words "The Natural" in a counter clockwise direction. He then enters the cage through the door. He stares across the ring at Chris Mann.]

Rick: In case you fans don't remember the rules, I'll say them again. This match will start inside the ring. But at the time of their chosing, they will have to climb to the top of this cell, because there is only two ways of winning this. One is to knock your opponent out. And two, the more frightening of the two, is to throw your opponent off the top of the cell 20 feet to the floor below!

Eddie: Set your VCR's folks... this will be a doozy!

DING!
DING!
DING!

Rick: Here we go. It wasn't that long ago that these two men tore the roof off of the arena with one of the best hardcore matches in the history of the IWA. Eddie: It's just like "Deja-Vu" huh?

(Rick catches the intended pun.)

Rick: I guess you're right, Eddie.

(Mike Bell is face to face with Chris Mann. Bell begins to say something to Mann in the effect of trying to convince him one last time to just walk away. Chris Mann shakes his head no and they immediately go into a collar and elbow lockup.)

Rick: Bell and Mann are jocking for position here... Bell gains the advantage backing Mann into the ropes, but look at Mann coming back. The Rogue Horseman has Bell in a waistlock, and he tosses the Extreme champ to the mat.

(Bell is quick to his feet. He shakes off the attack and the two lock up once again. This time, Bell tosses Mann into the ropes. Mann bounces back and ducks a flying clothesline attempt. Bell springs to his feet and is taken down with a should-tackle. Mann drops an elbow, but Bell rolls out of the way. Both men back up and Mann swings with a right, but Bell ducks it and counters with a neckbreaker.)

Rick: What a neckbreaker from The Natural.

Eddie: Bah! Get hardcore already. This is PPV!!

(The Extreme champ pulls Mann back up and Irish whips him in the corner. Mann slows to a halt and propels himself over a charging Bell. Now from behind, The Horseman hits a belly-to-back suplex. Mann stomps on Bell and slides out of the ring.)

Eddie: Ooh! He's going under the ring!

(Mann pulls out his first goody: a trash can.)

Rick: Mann's back in the ring with the trash can.

WHAM

Eddie: And Bell dropkicks it into his face!

(As Mann hits the ground and the trash can flies out of his hands, silverware falls out.)

Rick: Oh boy. There's forks and spoons everywhere!

Eddie: Ever bleed from a fork, Rick?

Rick: No, why?

(Mike Bell grabs a couple forks.)

Eddie: Cuz it hurts!

(Bell lunges towards his opponent and mounts him. Bell tries to drive a fork into Mann's skull, but the Rogue Horseman fights it off frantically, and eventually tosses Bell off of himself. Mann returns to his feet and hits Bell with an atomic drop. Mann lifts him up, and spinebusters him on the silverware. Bell rolls onto his stomach immediately, and we see his back scratched up.)

Eddie: Well, not quite what I had in mind, but it works all the same.

(Mann grabs the trash can and begins pounding away on Bell. Shot after shot after shot, each one more gruesome than the last.)

Rick: Chris Mann is just tearing away at Bell! Look at those shots!

Eddie: That'll drain your energy..

(After a final shot, Mann tosses the trash can away. He leaves the ring again, this time pulling a table from underneath. He slides the table under the bottom rope and enters. Mann immediately climbs to the top rope. He measures up as Bell begins to return to his feet, and leaps off with a missile dropkick, taking the Extreme champ back down.)

Eddie: In order to win, one man has to throw the other off the top of this cell! That means that they gotta get up there! Rick, I don't think either will be able to climb the cage later in this match.

Rick: They're gonna half to if they wanna win.

(Mann tries to set up the table, but Bell from behind rolls him up.)

Rick: Victory roll from Bell! But, no pinfalls in this first ever "Over The Edge" match.

(Bell quickly releases Mann and stands up. He stands with his fists up, waiting for Mann to get to his feet. When he does, Bell unleashes with a flurry of rights and lefts. Mann tries desperately to block them but after one sneaks by, more follow through. Mann is knocked into the corner. Bell picks him up in a Gorilla press, and drops him onto the trash can.)

Eddie: Ah. The simplistic beauty that resonates from a human crashing into a trashcan.

Rick: . . .

(Bell grabs the table and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He pulls The Rogue Horseman to his feet, but Mann rakes the face to gain the upperhand. It is short-lived, however, as Bell blocks a forearm attempt, and counters with a left jab. He stuns Mann with an atomic drop, and tosses him face first into the cage. Mann bounces back into Bell's hands and is tosses once again face first into the cage. He again stumbles back at Bell. And with more force then the previous times, he sends Mann's face striking the cage, and this time he falls to the mat holding his face. The crowd pops.)

Rick: Three consecutive times his face connects with the cage. Mann has got to be feelin' that!

Eddie: For sure.

(The Natural reaches down and pulls Mann back up. Blood has appeared on Mann's face.)

Eddie: BLOOD! WOO!

(Bell rolls Mann on the table, and begins climbing the ropes.)

Rick: He's going up top! We could see something huge!

(Bell measures up Mann and is about to leap off when The Rogue Horseman rolls off the table to the mat.)

Eddie: Ah dang it.

(Bell hops down. He quickly exits the ring and reaches under the corner for some stored goodies. He pulls out a roll of duct tape and slides back in.)

Rick: The Extreme champ's got the duct tape, but what's he gonna use it for?

(Bell picks Mann up and lays him back on the table. Then he takes the tape and begins to wrap it around the table.)

Eddie: Mike Bell is taping Mann to that table!

Rick: Wow... ya don't see that too often...

(Satisfied after six or seven times around, Bell tosses the tape away and heads back up the turnbuckle. Mann comes to and tries to move. He quickly realizes his situation and struggles frantically, with no luck.)

Eddie: Ha! This is great!

(Holding himself up against the corner of the cage on the top rope, The Natural raises his arm in the air. The crowd responds with a cheer. Then, Bell leaps high into the air. Arms and feet extended way out, he crashes through Mann, and through the chair. Pieces of debris fly everywhere.)

Eddie: YES!!!

Rick: What a splash by Mike Bell! And we have seen our first broken table of the match!

(The blood thirsty crowd is in an uproar. Bell begins to get back to his feet. He slides out of the ring, and out the cage door. He begins walking around ringside, searching the fans.)

Eddie: What's he doin'? Mann's in the ring, Mikey!

(Bell approaches a male teenager and smiles. He says something to the fan, and in response the kid hands him a couple of his hand-made signs. Bell takes the signs and enters the cage. We get a glimpse of the signs. One reads, "I-W-A" in bold letters, while the other reads "Look Mom, I'm on TV.")

Eddie: What the hell does Bell want with those signs?

Rick: We're gonna have to wait and see, Eddie.

(Back in the ring, Bell drops the cardboard signs and reaches at Mann, when he is struck in the side of the face with a piece of the broken table.)

Rick: Ouch! Talk about a slap in the face.

(Mann gets back to his feet and quickly stuffs Bell's head between his legs. He lifts him way up and takes a run across the ring, finally hurling Bell well into the air. Bell flies and smacks his head off the top turnbuckle as he crashes to the mat.)

Rick: Running powerbomb! Bell could have a concussion from that!

Eddie: Can't be the first time.

Rick: Definitely not.

(Mann drags what seems to be an unconcious Mike Bell to the center of the ring. Mann grabs the dented trash can and takes a few more shots at an unprotected Bell.)

Rick: Those shots are right on everytime! Bell can't do a thing about this!

(Finally content with his beating, he places the trashcan on top of Bell and begins climbing the cage.)

Eddie: Where is he going? There's a top on this cage!

Rick: I don't have a frickin' clue, Eddie.

(Having reached the cage ceiling of the cell, Mann begins climbing to the center.)

Rick: Chris Mann is just dangling from the top of this cage!

(One hand at a time, Mann centers himself in the center of the ceiling right above Mike Bell, with the trash can still over his body.)

Eddie: Oh boy...

(With the crowd in an uproar, Mann releases his grip and falls way down, stomping on the trash can with a LOUD smack, before falling to his hands and knees.)

Eddie: OH MY SWEET ASS!!

Rick: Chris Mann just fell from the ceiling of this cage and stomped that trashcan right into Mike Bell's chest cavity! That's over 250 pounds crashing down from over 10 feet, Eddie!

Eddie: (chanting with the crowd) HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

(Bell is rolling around frantically holding his stomach. Mann pulls himself back up to his feet. He pulls Bell up, but the Extreme champ collapses back down. Mann pulls up the champ again and nails a snap suplex before rolling out between the cage and the ring. Reaching under the ring at the corner where Bell looked earlier, he pulls out a small leather bag. He tosses it in the ring and reaches back underneath.)

Eddie: Is Mann raiding Bell's weapon stash??

Rick: Maybe. But he's allowed.

(Mann pulls out a staple gun.)

Eddie: Whoa boy!

(Mann rolls back in and gets up. He walks over to Mann and drops his knee on his chest. Then, he drapes his knee across Bell's throat to hold him down, and brings the staplegun to his forehead.)

Rick: This is looking bad!

(Mann squeezes the trigger, but Bell is able to shove his attacker off of him in the nick of time. Both men back to their feet. Bell blocks a right and rocks Mann with a shot. He rears back and lets a huge shot go, but The Rogue Horseman ducked. He kicks Bell in the stomach and quickly Pedigree's him down.)

Eddie: Mann almost lost that upper hand, and the chance to use whatever's in that bag.

(Mann now grabs the bag and holds it up.)

Eddie: Ooh! What is it?

(He opens it and turns it upside down. Hundreds of shiny little objects fall all over the section of the ring.)

Eddie: Thumbtacks!

Rick: Oh my...

(Mann pulls Bell back up. He whips the Extreme champ in the ropes. Bell comes back and is sent high in the air with a back-body drop and crashing onto the tacks. He lifts his back in pain.)

Eddie: Bell's got so many tacks stuck in him!! He's a freakin' pin cushion!

(Now, Mann grabs Bell by the legs.)

Rick: What now??

(The Rogue Horseman turns him around in a Liontamer. Bell's face is pressed against the thumbtacks.)

Rick: Mann with that Boston Crab variation. BELL'S FACE IS BEING JAMMED ONTO THE TACKS! I can't watch!

Eddie: THIS IS SICKENINGLY AWESOME!

(Bell is in considerable pain as Mann has him locked in the submission. Then, Bell reaches through the thumbtacks and grabs the staplegun. He brings it to Mann's leg and fires a shot in him.)

Eddie: THE NATURAL JUST FIRED A STAPLE IN MANN'S LEG!!

Rick: I never thought I'd say this, but thank God for that, because it got Bell out of that horrible predictament.

(Mann has scrambled to a corner and holds his left leg while Bell rolls to less painful grounds. Bell pulls himself to his knees and stares blankly at the camera. Three thumbtacks are stuck in the side of his face.)

Eddie: Wow. That's a magazine cover, right there.

Rick: Ugh! That's sick!

(The Extreme champ pulls himself back. He drags himself over to Mann who just pulled the stable out of his leg. Bell grabs him by the hair and pulls him up violently.)

Eddie: It's payback time!

(Bell shoves Mann's head under his arm, and with a quick spurt, snap suplex's him down. Bell holds him and rolls him back up. Again he nails Mann with a snap suplex, this time on some thumbtacks.)

Rick: Ouch! How can these guys do this willingly?

(Bell rolls him back up and hits a third snap suplex, then a fourth, and finally a fifth one. Bell gets to his feet, a lot bloodier now. The crowd pops as he shows some intensity, stomping madly on opponent.)

Eddie: These guys are like brothers, eh?

Rick: Bell's been forced into this environment. It's what he's gotta do.

(Content, Bell leaves his opponent and grabs those two signs he got earlier. He stuffs then both in the horribly disfigured trash can. He heads back down to his treasury under the ring. Bell pulls out...)

Eddie: Matches!

Rick: And a gas can!

(Bell pours liquid, we presume it is gas, into the trash can. He lips the can, and throws it away. Then, he strikes a match and drops it in the can. The signs inside go up in flames.)

Rick: The trash is on fire, but now what?

(Mann has stumbled back up. Bell grabs the firey trash can, and dumps it over Mann's head. Mann starts running around frantically.)

Rick: OH NO!!!

(Quickly, he shoves the burning trash can away. The signs still attack him and he swats them away. Then, Bell spears him down. The crowd pops the whole thing.)

Eddie: This is great! I love this, Rick!

Rick: I think I'm gonna throw up.

(Bell then exits the ring, and leaves the cell through the cage door.)

Eddie: Bell's back out here now.

(The Natural walks past Rick and Eddie right to the french commentators' table. Reaching beside them, Bell wheels out a wheelbarrel full of boxes.)

Rick: Bell's got a wheelbarrel... with about 15 boxes of florescent lights!!

Eddie: Sweet!!

(Bell wheels the stuff around ringside and parks the wheelbarrel by the bottom of the ramp. Seeing Mann back on his feet in the ring, Bell begins to climb up the cage.)

Rick: Finally, it looks like Bell wants to end this thing.

Eddie: He never wanted this thing in the first place!

(Mann exits through the cell door and begins climbing up the other side. Both men climb slowly, as they are battered and bloodied to hell.)

Rick: These guys are climbing the same cage that earlier tonight fried Adam Burke and the new International champion, Jeckel, nearly to death.

Eddie: Now it's Bell and Mann's turn to fill us fans with joy through sickening violence.

Rick: I'm really just shocked that they can even climb that cage after all they've been through.

Eddie: These guys are definitely marvelous athletes.

(Bell reaches the top and rolls onto the roof of the cage. He meets Mann as he is reaching the top. Bell starts kicking at Mann, trying to knock him down.)

Eddie: Does that count if Mann falls from there?

Rick: I guess so...

(Mann sways away from the attack. He climbs over a few feet, but Bell just steps over and tries to kick him off. Then, Mann climbs down a few feet. As a result, Bell stands up and backs off.)

Eddie: Bell just wants to hurry this up. I don't think either man can take much more.

(Mann trusts Bell and climbs over the top. Both men are on the cage standing tall. They approach each other and lock-up right in the center as the crowd is roaring.)

Rick: Bell trying to power Mann to the side, and he's doing a good job. Mann's nearing the edge... but he rakes the face. Mann with a right hand. He picks Bell up over his shoulders and drops him with a death valley driver! Wow!

Eddie: Bell's head hit the top of that cage hard! It's a wonder the cage didn't bust apart.

(Bell pulls himself back up. Mann rocks him with a right. Another right, and Bell is teetering near the edge.)

Eddie: WHOA BOY! Bell could go over here.

(Mann winds up and swings a big one, but Bell ducks it. He quickly goes around Mann and German suplex's down.)

Rick: Bell comes back. This is intense, Eddie. Intense!

Eddie: I knew it would be! The IWA Extreme title is on the line, Rick!

(Bell mounts Mann and begins laying in hard rights to his head. Then, he pulls Mann up and throws him towards the edge. Mann stops just short and Bell charges as a result, but eats a boot to the face.)

Rick: That was close to disaster right there!

Eddie: Not close enough...

Rick: You sick freak!

(Chris Mann kicks Bell in the gut, then picks him up in a powerbomb position.)

Rick: Mann is trying to powerbomb Bell off the cage! He'll be killed!

Eddie: It's the only way to win!!

(With Bell in the air, Mann tries to drop him over the edge of the cage, but The Natural grabs hold of Mann's arm. The weight of Bell takes Mann off his feet, half over the edge, with Bell holding on for dear life.)

Rick: Mike Bell is in a WORLD of trouble, Eddie! He knows that if he falls his title reign comes to an end.

Eddie: AHHHH!!!!

(Bell is desperately trying to pull himself up as he has a hold of the top of the cage with one hand and a hold of Chris Mann with the other. Then you hear a voice over the loudspeaker.)

Voice: TTO, is all you need to know.

Rick: What the...

("Refuse to Lose" by Liquid Gang begins to play in the arena. Moments later, both members of the Texas Outlaws begin to make their way down towards ringside.)

Rick: This doesn't look good.

Eddie: We may have to get security out here!

(Back in the ring, Mike Bell is still struggling to pull himself up and feels his hand begin to slip from the top of the cage. He grabs onto Chris Mann even tighter but begins to feel the body of Chris Mann starting to slip aswell.)

Eddie: Rick... I think I'm scared! Someone's gonna die!

(Suddenly, Chris Mann slips over the edge and the fans let out a huge gasp as he catches the top of the cage at the last second.)

Eddie: AHH!

Rick: Oh lord!

(Now both are hanging from the top. They try to pull themselves up as they exchange blows and kicks.)

Eddie: AHH!

Rick: What action! Somebody is going to walk out of here with the Extreme Title around their waist!

(The Texas Outlaws reach ringside and watch the carnage unfold.)

Rick: Why are the Texas Outlaws here? What do these former World Tag champs want?

Eddie: Forget about that for a second! Someone might fall!

(Chris Mann makes another attempt to pull himself up as he is in a race with Bell to get back on top of the cage. Both men reach one leg over the top. With one last effort, Bell rolls on top of the cage.)

Rick: Safety, finally!

(Mann is just about to climb completely back up, when Bell leaps over Mann with a sunset flip, catching Mann by the waist. Bell dangles underneath Mann, as The Rogue Horseman holds on with everything he's got.)

Rick: OH MY GOD! BELL'S TRYING TO... POWERBOMB MANN OFF THE CAGE!!!

Eddie: Mann is holding on! Look at Bell try to wiggle him free!

(The fans in unison are holding their breaths as Mann holds on with the weight of both men. Slowly, one hand slips off.)

Eddie: Mother...

(Then... the other.)

Rick: OH DEER GOD!

(Mike Bell falls the height of the cage with Mann held in a sit-down powerbomb.)

(WHAM!)

(CRASH!)

(Both Rick and Eddie scramble from the carnage.)

(The chants start up.)

[HOLY SHIT]

[HOLY SHIT]

Rick: MY GOD!!!!! THEY ARE BOTH DEAD!!!!

Eddie: DID YOU SEE THAT?????

Rick: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.....MIKE BELL JUST KILLED THEM BOTH!!!!!

(The announcers table is shattered into a thousand pieces. The Texas Outlaws just stare in total disbelief. The EMT's are quick to arrive on the scene, and begin to tend to the combatants.)

Rick: Mike Bell was the one who powerbombed Chris Mann off of the top... does that mean he just won??

(Eddie is in total shock, and has decided to utilize the resporator he brought.)

Eddie: (muffled from the mask) Look at them Rick. How can you call EITHER of them a winner?

Rick: Wait... wait a second...

(Rick is getting a message from the back.)

Rick: You gotta be kidding me!

Eddie: What? WHAT???

Rick: This match isn't done!

Eddie: What???

(As the EMTs begin to load both men on stretchers, the ring announcer gets on the mic.)

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, President Vincent has informed me that due to both men falling over the edge... this match will CONTINUE!

(The crowd pops huge. HUGE.)

Announcer: The first man to climb back to the top of the cell with be declared IWA Extreme Champion!

Rick: What? How can Vincent do this?? These guys are dead! They can't climb back up!!

(The EMTs stand in shock at the announcement. They look at each other, and decide to ignore Vincent's message, and continue to load the broken and bloodied men. But in come the Texas Outlaws to shove the EMTs out of the way. TTO threaten to beat the EMTs up, and they scatter to the back.)

Rick: The medics tried to help these poor wrestlers, but The Texas Outlaws... who still I don't know why are out here... have chased them away!

Eddie: They're enjoying this just as much as us!

(The Texas Outlaws step back. Then, in what is the first sign of life in awhile, Mike Bell rolls to his stomach.)

Eddie: Bell is moving! Do you think he heard the announcement??

Rick: I'm not sure! I don't know anything anymore, Eddie! This is insane!

(Bell manages to get to his hands and knees. He sees Mann lying still, and pulls himself up to his feet, only to stumble back to his knees.)

Rick: Bell is almost dead! How does he plan to climb this cage??

(Bell is back on his feet, and he stumbles to the cage. Bell begins to climb up the wall slowly. Very slowly.)

Eddie: Rick... Chris Mann is moving!

(Mann has rolled out of the debris right beside the cage. He stares up at Bell who is about halfway up the cage.)

Rick: Chris Mann's just lying there staring at Bell!

Eddie: I don't think he knows what he's staring at!

(Then, Mann shows signs of coherence as he sits up and begins eying the top of the cage.)

Rick: He better hurry!

(Mann begins climbing to the top. His face is literately completely red, as is half of his body. Then, Bell reaches his hand over the top of the cage.)

Eddie: Bell's gonna win this thing!

Rick: Mann still wants this, and he's not done, miraculously!

(Mann reaches up and grabs Bell's foot. Bell is holding on to the top of the cage with both hands as Mann releases the cage, trying to pull Bell down with his body weight.)

Rick: Mann's trying to take Bell down! Bell can't hold on for much longer!

Eddie: He's slipping, Rick!

(Slowly, one hand slips away. Bell is somehow hanging on by one hand. Then...)

(Slip.)

Rick: Oh my god! Chris Mann just lost his grip! He plummets to the ground!

(Mann crashes to the floor from several feet up. He lies in a heap. An unconscious heap. The crowd has begun to cheer wildly as Mike Bell reaches back with his other hand. With one final burst of energy, Bell pulls himself on top of the cage, and rolls on his back.)

DING!
DING!
DING!

Rick: BELL WINS IT! MY GOD, HOW DID HE CLIMB THAT CAGE???

Eddie: WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A FREAKING MATCH!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

(The audience is cheering beyond belief as both combatants lay motionless, with Bell on top of the cage, the victor. Both Texas Outlaws applaud.)

Rick: The former World Tag champs showing their respect here for both these men, in what will unquestionably go down as one of the sickest, most brutal matches EVER in the NeWA.

Eddie: The NeWA Hardcore title has been put to shame, Rick. I can't even comprehend properly what I just witnessed.

Rick: I hear ya.

Eddie: Rick, look! Mike Bell is coming to!

(On top of the cage, The Natural has pulled himself back to his feet. He is drenched in his own blood and sweat. Barely able to stand, Bell soaks in the cheers from the thousands of fans packing the Saddledome. Another shot of the Texas Outlaws staring up at Bell, applauding. Bell stares down at them.)

Rick: The Texas Outlaws nearly ended Bell's career last year at the International Incident PPV. Why the hell are they here??

(Suddenly...)

ZZZZTT!!!

(With a sickening zap, the electricity in the cage is turned on, sending a fried Bell hurling over the edge through the air and crashing onto the multiple boxes of lights in the wheel barrel.)

CRASH!!!

(The force easily knocks the wheelbarrel over, with Bell falling on the floor in a big pile of glass.)

Rick: OH MY GOD!! THE CAGE WAS TURNED ON!

Eddie: BELL JUST FELL TWENTY FEET INTO A PILE OF GLASS AS A RESULT!!

(The Texas Outlaws, as well as the fans in the aren, stare at a fallen and broken Mike Bell, shocked beyond belief. Bell lies in the glass as a pool of blood begins to form around him. Quickly, the EMTs rush to ringside.)

Rick: Someone turned on the cage!! Who the hell turned on the electricity, Eddie?

Eddie: I don't know! But they damn near killed the Extreme champ!

(The medics first load Bell onto the stretcher. Blood is oozing out multiple areas of his body. The EMTs try as best they can to stop the bleeding, but it's a lost cause. They haul Bell to the back as the fans stare mortified.)

Rick: Mike Bell just went through 30 minutes of agonizing pain and horror to win this match, and what does he get in return? A giant shock and glass stuck all through his body! Bell might be seriously injured, folks. First, that devilish sit-down powerbomb through our table, then this...

Eddie: I tell ya. If he's out for more than a show, I'm gonna personally kill who ever is responsible for this...

(Cut backstage. "The Future" Darrel Besolve is in his dressing room, preparing for his match.)

Rick: There's Besolve, gearin' up for his title bout up next.

Eddie: Which he'll win, of course.

(There's a knock at the door.)

Eddie: I ain't gettin' that!

(Besolve stands. He walks to the door. Hesitant to open the door, he calls out.)

Besolve: Who's there?

Voice: Uh... it's Sam Bricks, Mr. Besolve... uh, sir.

Besolve: Well what the hell do you want?

(Bricks clears his throat from the other side of the door and answers the man's question.)

Bricks: Uh.. A few moments of your time for an interview.

Besolve: Motherf*ck.

(Besolve opens the door, and there, stands the little Sam Bricks holding a mic.)

Besolve: I have a match in a couple minutes, you know. You could have came at a better time.

(Bricks stares blankly. Besolve sighs.)

Besolve: Just come in a make this quick.

(Besolve steps aside as Sam enters the room. Then, with both men's backs tunred, a third individual sneaks in the room with a baseball bat.)

Rick: It's Adam Fierce!!

Eddie: What's he doing there?

(Besolve stares at Sam, waiting for the nervous wreck to ask something. Then, Fierce winds up and cracks Darrel in the skull. Besolve falls to the ground quickly.)

Eddie: WHAT THE HELL? He can't do that!!

(Fierce stands over Besolve as the crowd is cheering.)

Fierce: You like sneak attacks, huh, Darrel?? You like to injure your opponents before big matches? Well you just got a taste of your own medicine, Darrel! Consider the odds evened!

(Fierce walks out of the room. Bricks, shakingly uncontrollably, looks into the camera.)

Bricks: Uh... I'm Sam Bricks.... See you next week!

(Cut back to ringside. Rick is smiling. Eddie, is not.)

Rick: Darrel got what he deserved, Eddie. Adam Fierce is a fair man, and he showed Besolve who's the boss.

Eddie: Vincent's the boss! And he wouldn't aprove of this!

Rick: Now maybe we'll have a fair match.

Eddie: A fair match? He's probably got a severe concussion!

Rick: He got what was coming to him.

(Now we get a shot of the ring. It's still being cleaned from the Extreme title match earlier.)

Rick: This might take awhile...

(The scene is engulfed in darkness. Silence takes over soon after. Then, text begins to scroll up the screen. It reads:)

"Once a year, the world's toughest men, the world's strongest gladiators, the world's greatest warriors, they collide together in one epic event known as..."

"Wrestling Classic"

"March 31, 2002"

(The date scrolls up the screen, until it disappears for good.)

(Cut back to ringside.)

Rick: Alright fans! Put aside every amazing thing you've witnessed tonight. Because, it's time... it's time...

Eddie: Fierce is a bastard! Besolve had this thing in the bag!

Rick: It's MAIN EVENT TIME!

(The familiar guitar riff plays out and blue and gold laser lights begin flashing around the dark arena. After flailing around the arena, the laser lights begin flashing in a single spot in front of the entrance ramp. The crowd boos loud, before an arrival.)

Rick: Darrel's taking an awful long time coming to the ring.

Eddie: Gee! I wonder why! Frickin' Fierce. You know, it's a good thing The Boog-man sucks.

Rick: Yeah. That must be why he's still the champion.

(Finally, Darrel Besolve steps into the mixed laser light, adorned in a long, black wrestling robe. The robe is lined with white rhinestones around the edges. Darrel is holding the back of his head where just a short time ago he was struck with a bat.)

Eddie: You know what? I don't care if he has a concussion. This is Darrel's time! Besolve will win!

(Besolve nearly collapses to the ground. But, he holds himself up and continues his march.)

Rick: Are you sure, Eddie?

Eddie: Uh oh...

(Besolve finally enters the ring. Despite the pain, he marches to the corner and mounts it. His angry bitter demeanor draws heat from the packed crowd. Then, Darrel hops down and waits for his opponent. The Boog-man.)

(Silence.)

BOOM!

(And there he is. The Boog-man, on the stage, carrying the IWA Heavyweight title over his shoulder. Steve Taylor's "Shortstop" plays in the background, but it is hardly audible due to the crowd's large response.)

Eddie: Idiots! Calgary is full of idiots!

Rick: C'mon, Eddie. Get on the trolly! Boog is a star!

(Boog marches to the ring. We notice that his left knee is bandaged up. He doesn't seem to be favoring it, though.)

Rick: Are you geared up for an amazing match, Eddie?

Eddie: If this comes anywhere close to the last match in terms of entertainment value... I'm a happy man. And when I say entertainment value, I mean the manner in which Besolve wins.

Rick: I see.

("The World's Original" heads to the ring, never taking his eyes off Besolve. Not for a second. Then, he enters the ring. The ref holds the bell high in the air, and the bell sounds.)

DING

DING

DING

Rick: Here we go!!

(Boog and Besolve stand face to face in the center of the ring. Boog says something inaudible and gets a smack in the face for it.)

Eddie: Ooh! Take that, Boog!

(Boog puts his hand where he was hit, and smiles. Then, he strikes, but Darrel blocks it. Besolve responds with a right hand that staggers Boog. Another right and Boog is sent back into the ropes. But he storms off and decks Besolve with a right. The crowd pops as the impact sends Besolve rolling over his back. Darrel returns to his feet enraged.)

Eddie: That Boog's gonna get it now!

(Besolve approaches the center of the ring, slowly, intimidatingly. Then, he spits right in the face of the IWA champion. The crowd shares Boog's anger.)

Rick: That wasn't smart.

(Angered, Boog storms out with a right hand, but it's ducked and converted into a neckbreaker by Besolve.)

Eddie: What wasn't smart, Rick? Haha!

(Besolve is back up, and Boog is shortly behind. The challenger meets him with a forearm to the side of the head. Then, "The Future" tosses Boog into the corner, quickly charging after to hit the champion with a big splash. Besolve backs out of the corner, letting Boog fall to his knees. Besolve then rocks Boog with an uppercut, knocking him on his ass in the corner of the ring.)

Rick: What a powerful uppercut!

Eddie: This is where you plug Besolve's great boxing background.

Rick: Oh yes. How could I have forgotten.

(Besolve takes a run and kicks Boog's chest. Then, he smiles at the crowd. They respond with a chorus of boos. Darrel now pulls Boog to his feet. Boog blocks a right and headbutts Besolve before throwing him head-first into the nearby turnbuckle. Besolve stumbles out backwards and falls victim to a release German suplex, dropping him right on his head. Besolve clutches his skull.)

Eddie: See, it's not fair. Stupid Adam Fierce stupidly hitting Besolve with a stupid bat in the head, just minutes before this stupid match!

Rick: Ah. I never grow tired of your vocabulary, Eddie.

Eddie: Shut up!

(Boog storms over to his grounded opponent and begins laying in the boots. Besolve wisely escapes the ring, much to the crowd's disapproval. Besolve begins circling ringside. Then, he challenges Boog to exit the ring.)

Rick: "The Future" wants Boog on the outside, where rules are few and far in between.

Eddie: Boog's too much of a coward to exit the the ring.

Rick: Yet Besolve just bailed from IN the ring.

Eddie: . . .

Rick: That's right!

(Boog shakes his head and calls Besolve back in the ring. Darrel laughs, insinuating Boog being a coward. Besolve hops back on the apron. Making sure Boog's out of reach, he enters the ring. Now, the two lock up.)

Rick: Collar-elbow tie-up here. This is the first lockup of this match, Eddie.

Eddie: Why do I care?

(Boog backs Besolve into the ropes, but "The Future" tosses him away. Again they lock up. This time Darrel locks in a hammerlock. Boog tries to elbow out, but each time Darrel ducks. Then, Boog takes Besolve down with a snapmare. Besolve stays sitting, slightly stunned. Boog quickly bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Besolve in the back of the head. The champ drops a series of quick elbows before nailing a grounded senton splash.)

Rick: Beautiful splash! Boog-man has so much agility for a man his size. It's amazing he can move like he can.

Eddie: Not really.

(Boog hooks the legs and makes the cover.)

Rick: ONE . . . . TWO . . . . Besolve just escapes with the kickout.

Eddie: Just escapes? C'mon, Rick. Call it like it is!

(Boog pulls Besolve back up. The champ hits a European uppercut, rocking "The Future". Boog then grabs him and nails a fisherman's suplex. Besolve writhes in pain as Boog mounts to the top rope.)

Eddie: What's the idiot doing?

Rick: Boog's leaping off the top.. oh no! Besolve is up and he got him! And Besolve hits a fallaway slam, sending Boog all the way to the outside!

Eddie: That's what I like to see.

Rick: Stop being so damn biassed Eddie. You're pissing off our audience!

Eddie: Bah! Bah, I say! Bah!

(Besolve quickly slides out of the ring. He shoves off the ring announcer and folds a steel chair.)

Rick: Darrel's wasting no time utilize the outside carnage rule.

Eddie: Is that what you're gonna call it now? Outside carage? Huh, Rick?

Rick: Maybe I will. Maybe I will.

(Besolve charges at The Boog-man with the chair ready for fire. But Boog sneaks in a kick, barely avoiding the attack. Boog now rips the chair away and clocks him in the head.)

Rick: It backfires on Besolve in a big way!

(Besolve collapses to one knee. Boog winds up for another shot, but Besolve gets in a low-blow.)

Eddie: That's how to do things!

(Besolve stands up, only to fall to the mat holding his head.)

Rick: That bat shot by Fierce really took it's toll.

Eddie: That's what I've been trying to say!

Rick: But don't forget Boog's left knee. Besolve took a go at that in a sneak attack earlier.

(Boog and Besolve are both laying on the ground. Boog is first to show any attempt at getting up, but Darrel still beats him to his feet. Darrel swings with a clothesline, but it's ducked. Boog then clocks Besolve with a clothesline of his own, sending "The Future" into the front row.)

Rick: Uh oh. Things are gettin' outta hand.

(Boog-man follows Besolve over the guardrail. He grabs Darrel and attempts a slam, but it's blocked. Darrel then stuns him with a right and grabs a fans drink, smashing it against Boog's head. Beer splashes all over the champ.)

Rick: That's more of an insult than offense, right there. There's no need for that.

Eddie: One can never have enough insults, Rick.

(Boog spins around with a furious right hand, but it's easily ducked. Besolve lifts "The World's Original" up and flapjacks him face-first into a steel chair. Darrel hops back over to ringside, setting up a chair by the rail. Darrel orders security to make room. Taking a running start, Besolve springs off the chair, over the guardrail, splashing onto the fallen champ.)

Eddie: Now that's a move! Wow!

Rick: I have to admit, it did the job.

(Besolve now tosses Boog back to ringside and follows over. He folds the steel chair, winds up, and takes a shot at Boog's left knee.)

Rick: There goes Darrel, targetting that left knee. I knew it was only a matter of time.

(Besolve takes another shot. WHACK! Boog-man tries to crawl away avoiding further punishment, but he falls victim to a third shot right on the knee.)

Rick: The Boogster needs to get back in the ring! He's not gaining any points out here.

(The Boog-man pulls himself up. Darrel swings with another shot, but Boog counters with a drop-toe-hold. Besolve's head smashes into the chair.)

Eddie: Damn! Another shot to the head of Besolve!

(Boog takes the opportunity to slide back in the ring. Besolve is on the ground, holding the top of his head. Boog eyes him for a bit.)

Eddie: Boog's plannin' somethin', I know it!

(With that said, Boog sprits across the ring, propels himself on the top rope and leaps to the outside with a huge splash. But Darrel rolls out of the way, and Boog hits HARD.)

Eddie: Yes!

Rick: Darrel just escaped that time! And you can't say otherwise this time, Eddie!

Eddie: Yeah, yeah. Blah blah blah.

(Boog is rolling around in obvious pain. Darrel returns to his feet and grabs that steel chair.)

Rick: Oh no! That mistake might cost Boog more than he thought!

(Besolve winds up for a shot, but Boog gets in a low blow. The crowd appreciates it.)

Eddie: No fair!

Rick: Retaliation. Ain't she a bitch?

Eddie: Shut up, Rick!

(Boog lifts Besolve up.)

SMACK!

Rick: Death Valley Driver onto the steel chair!! All Boog has to do is roll him in the ring for the pin and this is over!

(Boog does just that. The ref slides into position.)

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

Eddie: YES!

(Boog returns to his feet, disappointed, to say the least. Besolve pulls himself up, but gets a knee to the gut. Boog then whips Besolve into the ropes. Darrel comes back and ducks a clothesline. Returning off the opposite set of ropes, Darrel leaps with a cross-body block. But Boog ducks and Darrel flies across the ring. Boog turns around, meeting Besolve back on his feet. The champion grabs him in a full-nelson and drops him on his head.)

Rick: Besolve is in a world of trouble!

Eddie: Why won't you stop saying that?

Rick: Why won't you call the match??

(Boog pulls Besolve up. An Irish whip sends Darrel crashing into the corner. Boog charges after him, but Darrel switches places with the ref. Boog slams into the official and he crumbles to the mat.)

Rick: And down goes the ref!

(Boog stares down at the ref in shock, his back turned to Darrel. Besolve grabs him in a waistlock and goes for a suplex, but it's blocked. Boog counters with a stunner.)

Rick: The stunner! And Boog's going up top.

Eddie: Oh no...

(Boog measures up, then stands up, facing the crowd. He leaps backwards and crashes on his opponent.)

Rick: BOOGSAULT! BOOG HIT THE BOOGSAULT!

(Boog, instead of making the cover, gets to his feet. He leaps to the middle of the top rope, springing way into the air. Boog crashes down on Besolve with a loud thud.)

Rick: THE E.O.A.!!!

Eddie: NO!!!

(Boog hooks the legs. But the ref is barely moving.)

Rick: C'mon, ref! Hurry!

(Finally, the ref crawls into position. He makes a slow count.)

. . . . . ONE . . . . .

. . . . . TWO . . . . .

. . . . . KICKOUT!!!

Eddie: YES!! Oh thank the wrestling gods for that!

Rick: I can't believe how close that was! Besolve is one lucky bastard!

(Boog gets to his feet. He pulls Besolve up. Boog whips Besolve in the ropes. But Darrel holds to the ropes as Boog ducks down. Besolve then storms out, grabs Boog and spinebusters him down.)

Rick: BESOLVE SPIKE!

Eddie: With authority! WOO!

(Besolve stays down, drained of energy. Both men begin rising at the same time. Boog is up first. He attacks Darrel, but "The Future" clips Boog's left knee.)

Rick: Back to that knee he goes.

(Darrel puts Boog's left leg on the bottom rope, and begins stomping on the knee. Satisfied by the beating, he pulls Boog up. Besolve goes for an Irish whip, but it's reversed. And Besolve crashes into the ref, knocking him out of the ring.)

Rick: Oh no! Not again!

(Besolve turns around to see a charing Boog. The challenger is quick and takes Boog down with a spear. Then, he rolls out of the ring. Reaching under the ring, he grabs a lead pipe.)

Rick: Oh no! This isn't good!

(Besolve slides back in the ring as Boog gets back up, dazed. Besolve stands ready to swing with a sly smile on his face. Suddenly, the crowd pops.)

Rick: HERE COMES ADAM FIERCE! THE VP!

Eddie: NOOO!

(Fierce hurries to the ring with a baseball bat, and slides in.)

Rick: Fierce is backing up the Boog-man!

(Boog turns around and Darrel swings. But "The World's Original" and IWA champion ducks what could be a knock-out shot. The momentum carries Besolve right around to Fierce.)

WHACK!!!

(Fierce plants Besolve with a shot in the head. He goes down hard.)

Eddie: NNOO!

Rick: Fierce just layed out Darrel Besolve with that baseball bat! And listen to this crowd!

(Boog shakes off the pain and realizes fully what just took place. He looks out at the cheering crowd then at Adam Fierce. Boog then extends his hand.)

Rick: Boog's showin' his gratitude.

(Fierce meets him and the two shake hands to another crowd pop.)

Eddie: This is gay!

(Then, from behind, Besolve gets to his feet rather quickly.)

Rick: What the hell... Darrel just got hit on his head with a freakin' baseball bat! And he's back up??

Eddie: Huh?

(Darrel has the leadpipe. Fierce, with a smile, points behind Boog. The champ turns around and is rocked in the left knee with a sickening crack.)

Eddie: YESS!

Rick: What the hell's going on??

(Boog drops hard and clenches his knee in serious pain. With the crowd booing, Fierce exits the ring. He grabs the ref, and rolls him back in as Besolve applies the Deal Breaker.)

Rick: Besolve has that inverted Texas Cloverleaf locked on with Boog's injured knee!

Eddie: YES!! HE'S GONNA TAP!!

(The ref crawls into position. He asks Boog if he gives, but the champ fights it. Darrel applies more pressure on the knee and Boog screams loudly. He fights the pain for as long as he can. But eventually, he taps.)

DING!

DING!

DING!

Eddie: YES!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Rick: I can't believe this! Fierce just stabbed The Boog-man in the back! Not only that, he stabbed the IWA fans in the back!

Eddie: I know! Isn't it great??

(Fierce slides back in the ring with the IWA title. Smiling ear-to-ear, he hands Besolve his title. Fierce raises the hand of the new IWA champion.)

Eddie: This was the best PPV EVER!!! BESOLVE ROCKS!!

Rick: Eddie, you make me sick!

(A closeup of Darrel Besolve holding the IWA title belt high into the air. Then, we fade out to the IWA logo. It disappears.)

(We're Out.)

Credits:

Logo - McQ
Hurley vs. Diablo - Mike Barcode