("Shortstop" by Steve Tyler hits. The fans turn to the ramp. After a few seconds, The Boog-man steps out. He receives a tremendous pop!)

Rick: Wow! I didn't expect that!

(Boog has a surprised look on his face, walking to the ring.)

Eddie: Neither did Boog-man!

(The challenger hops in the ring, soaks in some more cheers, and waits for his opponent. Thats when the lights cut out, and at that very moment, Rob Zombie's voice shrieks over the PA.)

Rick: Uh oh. Here comes the giant.

(Explosions rip throughout the arena! The light's come on red, as "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie blasts through the arena! Now, the figure of Diablo can be seen in the entrance way, his back turned to the crowd. He has on his black trenchcoat, his black wrestling tights, his black combat boots, and his long black hair looks stringy and wet. Fire shoots down along the rampway and around the ring.)

Eddie: I don't like evil people!

(Diablo then raises his arms, and drops them with force as flames explode from the ring and the entrance way. Diablo faces the front, and slowly processes down the entryway. Diablo looks out into the crowd and strips his trenchcoat off, revealing the BWA Hardcore belt around his waist. He tosses the coat aside. Diablo paces back and forth through the ring. The music fades away, Diablo does a quick stretch, and the lights return to normal.)

Rick: We're just about ready for this thing. Man, look at the size of Diablo!

(The bell sounds for the match and Diablo goes for a right hand punch that forces Boog-Man to take a step back. The ref warns Diablo, but instead of listening Diablo tosses Boog down to the mat with a basic hip toss. Diablo drops to his knees and starts to choke Boog.)

Rick: Diablo starting off basic and keeping Boog down with that choke hold.

Eddie: An illegal move by Diablo.

Rick: You going to get up there an argue with him?

Eddie: Noooo thank you!

(Diablo breaks the hold as the ref counts to four. Diablo argues with the ref as Boog gets to his feet. Boog goes into the ropes and comes off with a running elbow smash to the back of the big man Diablo. Boog-Man grabs Diablo by the tights and the shoulders and spins towards the corner ramming Diablo into the turnbuckle. Boog hops to the apron and back in as he nails Diablo with a slingshot into a sunset flip.)

Rick: PIN by "THE WORLDS ORIGINAL"!

Eddie: Nice sunset flip, but Diablo powered out of that easily.

Rick: What's Diablo doing now?

Eddie: WHY is he coming over here?

Rick: Don't piss yourself.

(Eddie takes a step out of his seat as Diablo approaches. He grabs the chair from where Eddie was and stares right at Eddie. Eddie's face seems to lighten a shade Diablo turns towards the ring and gets two feet planted in his face as Boog nailed him with a nice springboard dropkick. Boog is the first up and he pulls Diablo up. Irish whip into the guardrail sends the section of the crowd into cheers as Boog poses for a bit. He goes for a Cross body but the big man catches him. Diablo holds Boog up for a second as he tries to wriggle away butt hen runs him right into the post before spinning and planting him with a Oklahoma Slam variation.)

Rick: Hey, look the baby came back. Scared of little ole Diablo.

Eddie: no.

Rick: Look here he comes!

Eddie: WHAT!

(Rick laughs a little as Eddie is startled. Diablo rolls Boog into the ring. Diablo comes in afterwards and pulls up Boog. He slams him with a high angle body slam to a chorus of boos from the IWA fans.)

Eddie: Scoop slam by Diablo. Diablo is looking to put Boog away here as he cinches him up for a powerbomb. This match could be over soon.

(Diablo powerbombs Boog hard to the mat and covers for the two count. Diablo argues with the ref.)

Rick: Diablo can't win this match arguing with the officials. The IWA is looking to crown it's first Alliance wide champ here tonight. The North American title has belonged to IWA since The Ultimate Package held that belt. Boog is going to bring that belt home.

Eddie: Diablo grabs Boog as he was getting up. He is holding him up for a powerbomb. Boog rolls through and applies a sunset flip!

Rick: Good way to gain momentum, do the same move twice for your only offense.

(Boog gets a one count as Diablo gets the easy kick out. Boog nails Diablo with a wicked looking DDT and goes for another cover. Diablo kicks out easily, but Boog hook on a side headlock as Diablo is on the mat.)

Rick: "The World Original" is going to the basics here. He can't win with moves like that.

Eddie: He can't win against Diablo. He's a monster.

Rick: I think devil is the proper term.

Eddie: Diablo is getting to his feet. The crowd is booing like crazy. Diablo with a picture perfect backdrop to Boog. Oh god Boog is going to be ripped to shreds in there.

{Boog kicks out of Diablo's cover and rolls to the outside to take a breath. Diablo climbs out and charges Boog. Boog counters with a drop toe hold sending Diablo face first to the floor. Boog is pulling Diablo too his feet. the crowd is chanting the Boog's name. He goes for an Irish whip, but to the shock of the crowd he is the one to get slammed into the railing. Boog staggers out right into a wicked clothesline from Diablo that flips Boog over.)

Rick: Here comes Diablo you better run!

{Diablo walks towards the announcer stable and grabs a chair. He stares at Eddie and then turns towards Boog-Man as he begins to get to his feet. Diablo looks to measure the shot. He swings!)

(Thwack!)

Eddie: What a counter by Boog. A kick superkick into the chair has Diablo reeling from the force.

Rick: It will take more then cheap chair shots from Boog to take down the NWA North America Champion.

Eddie: Cheap. Boog's a former NWA World Heavyweight Champion.

Rick: yeah, for like a blink of an eye. Look at him, he's already tired and he hasn't done anything to slow Diablo down.

(Diablo with a clubbing fist to the small of Boog's back. He then follows up with a knee lift. Diablo isn't finished yet as he whips Boog into the ropes and plants a big boot to his face. Diablo drags Boog to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. he sets Boog up for the One Way To Hell, but Boog nails him in the side of the head with an elbow, and another one. Boog off the top rope with a massive DDT that has both men sprawled out in the middle of the ring. The ref starts his ten count.)

Eddie: Thank god Diablo's down.

Rick: Don't worry little man, he'll be back for you.

(The ref's count gets to five as the crowd starts to go wild for Boog. Boog is starting his way up, by using the ropes as Diablo is getting to his knees. Boog is up before the ten count and lands a stiff right tot he face of Boog. he lands another before he runs into the ropes and off again to drop Diablo back tot he mat with a Yakuza kick. Boog plays to the crowd a little as Diablo gets to his feet. Boog looks a little shocked as he goes into the ropes again and comes off with a leg lariat which is caught by Diablo. Diablo spins Boog out in front of him and goes for a powerbomb, but Boog counters into a hurricarana which the crowd begins to cheer for, but the stop a second after as Diablo held onto to Boog's leg and pulls him up for another powerbomb.)

Rick: No! No!

Eddie: Boog countered! Boog Countered!

(The crowd goes wild as Boog gets up from dropping Diablo with a flipping neck breaker. Boog goes to the apron and is waiting on Diablo. Diablo climbs up the ropes on the other side. he is opposite from Boog and he turns and charges. Boog drops down off the apron holding the ropes as Diablo flies over them and sails to the floor in a big crash. Boog grabs a chair and to the cheers of the crowd cracks it over the back of Diablo. Boog somehow lifts Diablo up and places him on the announcers table.)

Eddie: Oh My God!

Rick: I hate when this happens. We are going to need a new table, stat!

(Boog rolls into the ring and as the crowd reaches a deafening level he springboards off the ropes and nails an elbow drop. He and Diablo crashes through the table and the crowd is in almost a riot cheering for the Boogster.)

Eddie: Elbow Of Annihilation! Elbow Of Annihilation!

Rick: The Boogster managed to land his big finish on Diablo. He better get him in the ring to finish him off.

(The ref is counting the two stars. 1...................2.................3..............)

Eddie: They're not moving! I think they're dead!

(5................6........... Boog starts to move. Diablo too.)

Rick: Oh, movement! They aren't dead yet!

(7...................8............ Boog on his feet, and Diblo too! But, they both fall back down!)

Eddie: Uh oh!

(.........9......... Boog is back up, and rolls in the ring, still out of it! TEN!!)

Rick: It's over! Boog won by countout! But the title doesn't change hands!

(Boog slowly gets to his feet. He heres the official decision, and realizes what has happened. He isn't happy.)

Eddie: I think he wanted to win the title, Rick.

Rick: I think he want... shut up, Eddie! Of course, he did!

(Boog kicks the ropes, and shakes his head, disappointed. And, from behind comes Diablo! He grabs him by the throat, and chokeslams him to hell!)

Eddie: Oh my god! That'll probably bruise, Rick.

Rick: Diablo's not done.

(Foolish ref gets in the way, and he receives a big chokeslam too.)

Rick: Havok here, in the first segment. Fans, we'll be back.

(Cut to a pre-recorded promo.)

(Darrel is standing alone in front of a full-length mirror. He is bare-chested, wearing only a pair of black, wrestling tights. His cold, callous, blue eyes seem to be studying each detail of his own features.)

Darrel: (V/O) I wonder if Byron really thinks he has a chance. Far be it from the �mighty� Nighthawk to admit that he knows is demise is coming, but despite his exterior denial: he must know that he can�t win�

(Within a flash, Darrel�s right leg shoots from underneath him; he is balancing on one foot. He is stretching his hamstring, pulling back with his left hand.)

Darrel: (V/O) It must be hard to come to grips with failure, especially after such an impressive run. He has lived a good life and made a sizable amount from his life in professional wrestling. But now his time in the sun is over. His tired, beaten down, old body cannot carry him to greatness anymore. It is time for him to step aside, to let the Future come to pass�

(With a loud thump against the floor, Darrel�s foot returns to its normal position. Only a few, fleeting moments pass before his other foot leaves the ground for a stretch.)

Darrel: (V/O) Where he would limp, I will run. Where he would hesitate, I will jump. Where he would hide, I will stand steadfast�

(Another thump, this time Darrel takes a couple of in-place hops before turning to leave the room.)

Darrel: (V/O) But most importantly, when he WILL fail, I will succeed�

(Fade out.)

Rick: Besolve looks rather confident, wouldn't you say?

Eddie: Bah! Tanis will succeed, I say.

Rick: It's time to head back to the ring for more title tournament qualifying. This one pins Seth Christopher, a rookie from Georgia against a former IWA Heavyweight Champion, Buzz Tyler.

Eddie: You know whats coming up, Rick.

Rick: I think I do.

Eddie: GO AWAY BUZZ! GO AWAY BUZZ!

(The lights go out and "Are You Gonna Go My Way" by Lenny Kravitz starts playing over the PA. �A spotlight appears at the entranceway and Buzz Tyler walks out into. �The crowd lets him hear the boos, although some faint cheers are audible. �Buzz seems unfazed by the chants and slowly strides towards the ring. �When he reaches the ring, Buzz climbs up into the ring, with the spotlight still shining on him. �Buzz has a pissed off look on his face as the fans join Eddie in his chant. Buzz leans in the corner and yells back at the fans. �He steadies and gets ready for the match to begin.)

Rick: Buzz looks in good shape, I'll give him that.

Eddie: I give him nothing! Only cash, if he goes away.

Rick: My my, Eddie. You certainly seem to hold grudges.

Eddie: I'm not the only one.

("GO AWAY BUZZ!" The crowd is very vocal tonight. Buzz awaits readily in the ring, when "Hillbilly Shoes" by Montgomery Gentry.� The crowd gives a somewhat mixed/confused reaction to the country music as Seth Christopher steps through the entranceway.)

Rick: Here comes Seth Christopher.

Eddie: Country music on a wrestling show. Not a common thing.

(Fireworks shoot off in a row, one by one behind Seth, as he shoots his fist in the air.� As they fade off he walks to the ring and slides in. Immediately, Buzz attacks Seth, knocking him to his knees with several forearm shots. The bell sounds.)

Rick: Here we go. This should be good.

(Buzz bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Christopher in the back. He goes down. Buzz stomps on Christopher like a madman then stares at the crowd, garnering many boos. He reaches down to pick him up, but is tossed out of the ring by Seth!)

Eddie: Nice counter. Impressive.

Rick: These two match up pretty well. Both have the same technical/brawling based styles, and are about the same mass. Buzz a little taller though, at 6'5". Christopher at 6'2".

(Seth raises his arms in the air, receiving faint cheers from the crowd. Buzz on his feet now, strolling around the ring. He looks surprised. Buzz finally slides in, only to get kicks from Christopher. Seth takes him up, and whips him in the ropes. Buzz comes back and is sent down with a nice belly-to-belly release suplex. Buzz back to his feet, holding his back. He reads Seth's right hand and kicks him in the stomach. Buzz lifts him up and drops him with a short powerbomb. Early cover, 1...........2........ Seth manages to kick out. Tyler brings his opponent back to his feet and whips him into the corner. He charges, but Seth charges too, clipping him in the left leg, taking him down. After a short breather, Seth starts working on the ankle with stiff kicks. Now Buzz is raised to his feet. Seth executes a snap suplex and goes for the cover, 1........2....... Tyler raises the shoulder. Both back on their feet now. Christopher going for a DDT, but Buzz counters with a Northern Lights. )

Rick: Christopher was looking pretty strong up until that move. Buzz the huge favorite here. He's already held the IWA Heavyweight title twice.

Eddie: This Christopher fellow is givin' Buzz a run for his money though.

(Tyler slowly gets to his feet. He drops a series of elbow drops, and works the crowd. Boos follow as a result. Christopher climbs to his feet, but Buzz takes him down again with a clothesline. Buzz pulls him back up and whips him in the corner. A charge, and a big splash. Seth falls to his knees. Buzz hops on the second rope and quickly leaps off with a dropkick to the back of the head!)

Eddie: Ooooh! Uh, he got lucky that time.

(Buzz stomps on Seth some more, displaying his anger for his opponent. He pulls him up again and sets up for a German suplex. Seth reverses, but Buzz reverses that into a devastating reverse DDT! Buzz laughs at the fallen Christopher, who's clearly been taken out of it with the move. More boos from the fans. They rally up with another "GO AWAY BUZZ! chant. Back to their feet again, and Buzz whips his opponent into the ropes. Seth comes back, right into a sleeper hold. The crowd begins to get behind the rookie. But Tyler silences them, turning the sleeper hold into a beatiful overhead suplex!)

Rick: Nice move! Buzz is showing he wants to contend for a third reign.

Eddie: I don't think Seth's done yet.

Rick: We're about to see... a cover...

(1.............2............ shoulder up! Cheers from the crowd. Buzz argues some with the ref then takes Christopher back up. Whip into the ropes. Seth comes back and ducks the clothesline. He immediately turns around and drives Buzz down with an overhead belly-to-belly! Both men are down and the ref begins the count. 1................2...............3............)

Rick: The crowd really seems to be getting behind Christopher here.

Eddie: That's because they hate Buzz just as much as I do.

(Christopher begins rolling. 5...........6........ Buzz grabs the ropes, aiding himself to his feet and breaking the count, Seth up shortly after. Buzz goes for the lariat, but it's ducked. Christopher bounces off the ropes and takes Buzz down with a leaping clothesline! Both men back up and Seth hits another clothesline... and another! Buzz now bails to the outside. But Seth bounces off the ropes, and nails Tyler with a baseball slide dropkick. On the outside, Seth throws him hard into the ringpost! He rolls Tyler in the ring, but doesn't follow. Instead, he grabs his leg and repeatedly smashes it against the post!)

Eddie: Looks like he's settin' up for his anklelock.

Rick: I know what that moves like. Let me tell ya, you do not want to be on the receiving end of that hold.

(Another hard shot to the post, and he rolls back in. Christopher quickly applies a Boston Crab, to cheers for the underdog. Tyler now cringing in pain. He reaches out for the ropes, but is nowhere close. Christopher applying a lot of force now, and it shows on Tyler's face. Buzz tries to reverse it, but with no luck. Tyler, reaching way down, inches his way closer to the ropes. He reaches.... and grabs a hold of the bottom rope! Seth releases the hold. He takes Buzz back up to his feet and whips him in the ropes. Buzz bounces back, favoring the left leg, and is taken down with a hiptoss. Seth showing a little emotion now, and the fans dig it. He watches as Tyler pulls himself back up to his feet. Seth with a series of right hands. But Buzz blocks the last, and starts with his own rights and lefts. He whips Seth, but it's reversed and Buzz is sent into the ropes. Seth goes for a back-body drop a little too early and pays for it with a DDT!)

Rick: Both men are down again. Eddie, this is turning in to quite the match, wouldn't you say?

Eddie: Yeah, it is. Maybe Christopher has it in him to win this. He definitely wants to.

Rick: So does Buzz.

(Both men are back up at roughly the same time. They exchange blows to the head. Seth gets the upper hand, Buzz is wobbling... but a rake to the face ends that. Buzz lifts him up and down with a spinebuster! Sweat pouring off both men, as Buzz calls for the Buzzsaw! Boos from the fans as he lifts him up.)

Eddie: Oh no!

(Buzz stuffs his head between his legs! He lifts him up.. no, he doesn't! Christopher grabs his ankle and pulls him down!)

Rick: The anklelock! What a counter!

(NO! Buzz kicks him away before it could be fully applied, ending the crowd's frenzy!)

Eddie: Wow, I thought it was over right there... both times!

(Buzz hurries to his feet this time. Seth charges with a clothesline but it's ducked. Buzz spins around with a fierce kick, but Seth grabs his foot and takes him down! The anklelock!!)

Rick: He's got the anklelock applied! I dunno if Buzz can make it!

Eddie: What an upset this would be! Just tap, Buzz... you know you want to!

Rick: He's fighting.... he's fighting...

(TAP TAP TAP!! It's over! The ref signals for the bell! The crowd is cheering loud for this HUGE upset!)

Rick: My god! What an upset! Seth Christopher has defeated the two-time IWA champ!

Eddie: I can't believe he did it! He eliminated Buzz... in the qualifyer!

Rick: Buzz can not believe this either!

(A shot of Tyler breating hard, and staring at the ground. His eyes wide in utter disbelief!)

Eddie: Listen the fans! The underdog did it!

(Cut backstage. We see Chris Fury marching down the halls, beer in hand. He stops in front of a door labelled "President Vincent." Hesitating slightly, he finally knocks.)

Rick: Chris Fury! What's he want with Vincent?

Eddie: MISTER Vincent.

(The door opens. There, stands a large, thick African-American man. His black shirt reads "bodyguard." He's probably a bodyguard.)

Bodyguard: What do you want?

Fury: I want to speak with Mr. Vincent.

Vincent: (from the shadows) Let him in, Nailz.

(Nailz moves aside. Fury charges in toward Vincent, sitting at his desk fumbling with paperwork.)

Vincent: What is it, Fury?

Fury: Sir... I'm not in the damn Cruiserweight match!

Vincent: Yes, I know. I booked it.

Fury: But... I'm the last Cruiserweight champion! I should be given the frickin' title!

Vincent: Chris, I'd like to direct your attention to the scale in the corner of the room.

(Vincent points the scale in the corner. We wonder why there is a scale in his office.)

Vincent: Go.

(Fury puts his beer down on the desk and steps on the scale. Nailz, standing behind him reads off the results.)

Nailz: 229 pounds, Sir.

Vincent: Thank you. The door's right there, Fury.

Fury: What? What's your point?

Vincent: My point is your too heavy for the division. The limit is 225 pounds. You are 229 pounds. Too many of those beers, I think.

(Fury looks at his beer. He walks over to the desk once more, looking quite distressed.)

Fury: I have shoes on!

Vincent: Your shoes weight 4 pounds?

Fury: Damn it! It's a few pounts... let it slide.

Vincent: Rules are rules.

Fury: Crap!

Vincent: I'll tell ya what, Fury. You lose those few pounds by next Monday, and you get the first IWA Cruiserweight title shot.

(Fury thinks.)

Fury: Damn...

Vincent: Do some situps in a sauna, or something. Now if you'll excuse me..

(Vincent points to the door. Fury walks out. Then back in for his beer. And out again. Cut to ringside.)

Rick: Looks like we might have a match for next week.

Eddie: Who cares about next week. THIS week is where it's at!

Rick: You're right. And, next up, we have an old school match!

Eddie: Apollo, former NeWA WORLD champ! And Gary Brown, former IWA Champ and NeWA US champ!

Rick: Both these guys are back from a lengthy hiatus from the NeWA and are lookin' to show everyone that they haven't lost a step.

("Lay Low" by Snoop Dogg hits the PA. The crowd turns their attention to the entrance ramp. Gary Brown steps out, Blade by his side. The crowd cheering.)

Eddie: Been a long time since he's been on IWA TV!

(The two head down the aisle. They roll in the ring, and do a little pose. Then, "Have a Cigar", the odd tune from Primus hits. Apollo steps out, to a good sized pop. The former WORLD champ heads to the ring. He enters and stares down his opponent and his little buddy.)

Rick: Eddie, this will bring back memories.

Eddie: That's for sure.

(The bell rings. The two vets lock up. The slightly larger Apollo applies a headlock. Brown with an elbow to the stomach, then throws Apollo in the ropes. He swings with a lariat but it's ducked. Apollo bounces back and leaps over a bent over Brown. Apollo stops now, and plants Brown with a T-bone suplex as he turns around. Apollo drives a knee to the back and applies an abdominal stretch. He releases the hold after a few seconds and brings Brown back up. Apollo whips him into the ropes and drops him with a dropkick. Gary rolls out and consoles with Blade.)

Rick: Brown having a little chat with Blade.

(After a short talk, Brown climbs back in. He locks back up with Apollo, this time with his own headlock. He quickly follows with a side Russian legsweep. Off the ropes and Brown drops a quick elbow. He drops a second, and then a third, but it's one too many, as Apollo rolls out of the way. Both men back to their feet. Apollo goes for a right hand and connects. Brown blocks the next and drops him with a jawbreaker. He hits a senton and covers, 1.......................2............... kick out.)

Eddie: Not that easily.

(Brown carries him up and hits a nice snap suplex. He holds on, and hits a second snap suplex. Brown holds on again, applying a guillotine submission hold!)

Rick: We haven't seen that move since Impulse, another former IWA champ used it. This hold can break your neck!

Eddie: A neck just doesn't bend that much!

(In the standing position, Brown pulls the head up and back in a very unnatural position! Apollo is shaking wildly, trying to break free. Finally, he shoves Brown into the corner, escaping the vicious maneuver. Brown follows with a clothesline, taking down the former World champ. He brings Apollo up again and sets up for another suplex, but Apollo blocks, and rocks Brown with a European uppercut. He drops Brown with a Northern lights suplex, into a pin! 1..................2.............. not yet! Apollo gets up and holds his now sore neck. He throws Brown into the ropes and bounces off the other side, but Blade pulls down the ropes, and down goes Apollo!)

Rick: What was that? Damn, after all this time, we still can't find refs with 20/20 vision!

Eddie: What're you talkin' about? I didn't see nothin'!

Rick: Sure, Eddie.

(Apollo begins to chase Blade around the ring, but Brown with a clothesline outta nowhere puts an end to that! He rolls Apollo back in and covers, 1..................2............... Apollo with the shoulder up. Back up now and Apollo is whipped in the corner. Brown charges, and connects with a big splash. He bulldogs Apollo down. Brown climbs the ropes. He goes for a big splash! Apollo moves! Both men slowly get up and Apollo cleans Brown's clock with right after right after right! He throws him into the ropes and takes him down with an inverted spinebuster! Apollo really pumped now, and the crowd pops. But then, Blade hops onto the apron. The ref, of course, yells at him. Apollo turns his attention to Blade aswell.)

Rick: What's Gary Brown doing? He's pulling something out of his tights!

(It's a chain! Brown wraps it around his fist, and CLOCKS Apollo with it!

Rick: He just knocked him out with that shot! Brown just cheated!

Eddie: Bah! If you're not cheatin', you're not tryin'!

(Brown throws the chain out of the ring as Blade drops down. The ref turns around to see Brown covering! ONE.....................TWO...............THREE! It's over!)

Eddie: Excellent performance there!

Rick: Are you serious? Really, what is wrong with you.

Eddie: A lot, actually.

Rick: What can I say? What the hell can I say?

Rick: We're back!

Eddie: Yes.

Rick: Yes.

Eddie: ...

Rick: Let's go to our next match. Evan Hurley and Reid Mason both have a liking for hardcore matches. Don't be surprised if this one turns ugly.

Eddie: Rick, you KNOW, violence rules!

Rick: Yes, Eddie, yes.

Eddie: VIOLENCE RULES!

Rick: Quiet Eddie.

Eddie: I will not!

Rick: Both these men are near the 250 pound mark. But what's notible here is the fact that Mason is half a foot taler at 6'6", while Hurley is 5'11".

Eddie: His nickname is Violent, Rick. And he's the HCWF Hardcore champ. I think I'm gonna like this.

(As the familiar cords and bass thumps of Amityville by Eminem echo throughout the arena, they stop almost as soon as it starts, as the rap song dies down we hear Stick it Up by Slaves on Dope start to echo through the PA system. The sound of the guitar and drums almost shake the arena walls. Smoke starts to fill the entranceway.)

# I CANNOT DESCRIBE
EVERYTHING THAT�S PASSED MY EYES
STILL I CRITICIZE
AND TRY TO ACT WISE
WHEN I�M WITH YOU
ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE

(Through the smoke we can see the figure of a stocky looking figure slowly walking out. As the song continues the smoke clears and we see the figure is none other than Evan Hurley, the violent one himself. Evan is dressed in a black HCWF polo Shirt, long green wrestling tights with a black V down the left side, and black boots with green V�s on each side. With a quick snap of his head his hair is out of his eyes, a cocky smile flashes over Evan�s face. With that Evan walks down to the ring.)

Rick: This guy is said to be the future of the NeWA. Well, I guess we'll see what he's got tonight.

("Gin and Juice" by Snoop Dogg plays. Reid "Mase" Mason comes to the ring. That is all.)

Rick: He didn't roleplay.

Eddie: What are you talking about?

(The bells sounds, and the two competitors begin to circle each other. They lock up. Reid gains the upper hand, spinning around with a hammer lock. But it's quickly reversed buy Hurley. Mason with a few elbows to the head releases the hold. He bounces off the ropes and hits his smaller opponent with a shoulderblock, and down he goes. Mason runs into the ropes again and hops over a ducking Hurley. He bounces off the ropes and is dropped with a backbody drop! Hurley stomps Mase, until he rolls to freedom on the outside. Mason circles the ring, regaining himself, until he decides to shove the ring announcer off his chair. Holding the folded chair in his hands, he challenges "Violent" Evan to come out!)

Eddie: What, does he think Evan's an idiot?

Rick: We should point out that our IWA officials are pretty lenient about foreign objects on the outside, so if he decides to take him up on this challenge their probably won't be a disqualification.

Eddie: But inside the ring, that's a different story.

(Hurley laughs, as his Mase bangs the chair on the ringpost. Finally, he drops the chair realizing it's getting him nowhere. But Evan leaps with a suicide dive almost immediately, taking him off his feet! The crowd pops for it.)

Rick: Impressive arial attack!

(Hurley brings Mase up, and sends him flying into the ringsteps! He lifts up Mase again and this time hurls him into the ringpost... but it's reversed and Hurley goes shoulder first into it. Mason now drops Hurley chest first onto the guardrail, sending him falling into the crowd. Mase walks over and grabs a chair. He sets it up in front of the rail.)

Eddie: Oh, I see where this is going.

(Mase waits for Hurley to get to his feet, then takes a running start and propels himself over the rail using the chair! But Evan is ready and hits a HUGE powerslam on the way down! A "HOLY SHIT" chant ensues!)

Eddie: Holy sweet mother, that's a move!

(Hurley rises to his feet after catching his breath. He takes a broken Mase over the rail and rolls him into the ring. Hurley quickly climbs to the top rope. He sits perched, while Mason slowly gets to his feet. Then Hurley leaps off and drives Mason's head into the mat with a vicious top rope bulldog!)

Rick: That's the Violent Act! This should be over!

(1.............2..............3!)

Rick: Hurley did it! Impressive debut here in the IWA.

Eddie: And he will move on to the tournament for the IWA title. I'm likin' that.

Rick: We're cramped for time, so we're gonna head straight to the next qualifying match.

(The lights in the arena shut off without warning, plunging the building in to darkness. A moment later, the first strings of �Dont Tread On Me� by Metallica begin to play. As the heavy metal beat of the song really hits, the ringside is lit up with an explosion of blue fire. The lights return on then, flashing blue and silver over the arena and the ringside area as the song continues to play)

#Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
#once you provoke her, rattling of her tail
#never begins it, never, but once engaged...
#never surrenders, showing the fangs of rage

#Don't tread on me

Rick: And here comes the Revolution, Adam Knight! The MWL Champion making his debut in the IWA, to fight in this tournament for the IWA title!

Eddie: Ok, so, he's a tag team with Christian Light? Then why ain't Light here too?

Rick: Don't worry, Eddie. Knight will impress you, even with a loss here.

#so be it
#threaten no more
#to secure peace is to prepare for war
#so be it
#settle the score
#touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...

#Don't tread on me

(And finally, Adam Knight enters the arena. He walks out alone, his stride one of a man confident, a man ready for war. Black jeans, along with a black muscle shirt, and his black leather longcoat addorn his form, the tail of the jacket nearly touching the ground. He stands out on the stage, soaking in the cheers of the crowd, biding his time, His MWL Heavyweight title belt can be seen strapped around his waist, while he holds his NWA Tag Title belt in his right hand)

Rick: Adam Knight will compete in the final eight field of the Lou Thesz Tournament this year, as well as being one half of the NWA Tag Team Champions, as well as being the MWL Champion, this kid has become one of the more dominant men in the alliance!

Eddie: I see....

#love it or live it, she with the deadly bite
#quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike
#shining with brightness, always on surveillance
#the eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance

#Don't tread on me

Rick: Well even if you dont know who he is, these fans sure do know, as Adam is getting a hell of a reception here in Toronto.

#so be it
#threaten no more
#to secure peace is to prepare for war
#so be it
#settle the score
#touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...

#Don't tread on me

(Knight makes his way down the ramp, slapping hands with several of the fans along the way)

#so be it
#threaten no more
#to secure peace is to prepare for war

#liberty or death, what we so proudly hail
#once you provoke her, rattling on her tail

(Knight steps up onto the ring apron, then up to the second turnbuckle outside the ring. He undoes his MWL Heavyweight title belt, and raises both of his belts high to the fans, the capacity crowd roaring in response, a black strobe light flashing on him as he does so)

#so be it
#threaten no more
#to secure peace is to prepare for war
#so be it
#settle the score
#touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore...

#Don't tread on me

(Finally, Knight steps into the ring, and takes off his jacket, tossing it to the side of the ring. He hands the referee his title belts, and leans back in the corner, stretching, looking like a caged animal, ready to go)

(Then, "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough")

Eddie: Package!

(That's right. The fans, especially the children are cheering, as The Ultimate Package hops onto the ramp. He walks to the ring, smacking hands with all the toddlers he can.)

Rick: He loves those kids.

Eddie: *Sniff* What a guy.

(UP enters the ring and raises his fist. A closeup of the giant ring his granny gave to him. It reads, "Knight." The ref tells him to take it off. He does. The former IWA International champ is ready to go, and the bell sounds.)

Rick: Here we go!

(They circle each other, waiting for the other to make a move. The crowd clapping in unison, getting really into the match. Finally they lock up. Knight with a wristlock. Package down to a knee. UP reverses it into a hammer lock. He shoves Knight away, a smile on his face, displaying his confidence. Even arrogance.)

Rick: These two have both held the MWL title, over in Boston. UP the former, and Knight the current. Yet they have never wrestled each other.

Eddie: Interesting tidbit, Rick.

(Package reaches out for a little merci battle. The much taller Knight, smiles. He agrees and they lock up. Knight immediately gains the upper hand, backing him into the ropes. Package is nearly pushed over the ropes, but he begins to stomp his feet. Intensity fills his eyes as he screams, "FOR THE CHILDREN!")

Eddie: Ha! For the children!

(Package overpowers Knight, then kicks him in the stomach. Off the ropes with a big clothesline! Knight back up, but is sent down with a backbody drop. Again he is up, and Package sends him to the outside with a clothesline. Package raises his arms, to screams from the T.O. kids.)

Rick: This man is on fire!

(Knight rolls back. Package goes for stomps, but Knight is smart to roll right back out. He grabs Package's feet and pulls him out. Knight with a few right hands. He scoops him up, and hits a hard fallaway slam. Knight rolls in the ring. He receives many cheers, too.)

Eddie: It seems the fans are likin' both these guys. Me, though. Package o' Smackage, all the way!

(UP circling the outside now. He's about to roll in the ring, but turns around to gives a few fans the ol' double thumbs up. Then, he climbs in the ring. They lock up. Knight spins around with a waistlock, and takes him down to the mat. He drives the knee to the back, then gets up. Package follows, but is taken down with a belly-to-belly. Knight reaches for his head, but UP sweeps his legs, taking him down. Package meets The Revolution up with a European uppercut. He hits him hard with hard knife-edge chop and whips him in the ropes. Package spears him down hard! A cover, 1..............2.......... kickout!)

Rick: Speiring almost had him there.

Eddie: Huh? Spei...wha?

(UP drags Knight up and stuns him with an atomic drop. Package bounces off the ropes and goes for a kick to the head, but Knight catches him the the ankle. Knight drops him with a single-leg takedown, right into a Sharpshooter!)

Rick: Adam Knight has the Sharpshooter locked in! Package in deep trouble!

(Package is hurtin'. He reaches for the ropes, but no luck. Knight looking very secure with the hold. Package tries to reach his ankle, but Knight puts an end to it, applying more pressure. Package is in tons of pain, but, he will not tap!)

Eddie: For the children, Package! Hold out for the children!

(Package finds strength in him and begins crawling to the ropes. He's almost there..... almost there.... a little closer.... No! Knight pulls him back to the center of the ring!)

Rick: I don't know if Package will get out! He's gotta be fealin' this like nothing else.

Eddie: I can't watch.

(Knight in total control with the move. Package looks near dead. His folded body lies motionless, and a closeup of his face shows his eyes wanting to close. The ref checks him, but he won't tap still! Knight leans back further.)

Rick: He's been in the hold for what must seem like forever... How is he surviving this?

(The ref checks him again. Package grabs the ref and pulls him down! Using the ref, he pulls himself closer to the ropes, and grabs a hold!)

Eddie: Brilliant, brilliant counter!

(Knight drops his feet. He shakes his head in disbelief. He doesn't relinquish, however, beginning with boots to the body. He pulls a broken Package up and whips him into the corner. Knight flies and hits a big elbow to the head! UP stumbles out of the corner into a double-underhook DDT. Knight climbs to the second. He waits for Package to get up and leaps off with an axe-handle. But UP catches him with an inverted rock bottom! Both men are down.)

Rick: That came out of nowhere!

Eddie: Package is drained. That Sharpshooter took a lot out of him.

(Slowly, both men climb to their feet. Knight first, then Package. But UP ducks a lariat. He kicks Adam Knight in the stomach and clotheslines him down. Knight gets back up and is whipped into the ropes. He comes back and is dropped with a big back-body. Package drops Knight again with an on-target dropkick. Knight stays down with time, and Package decides to go the top. He leaps off with a huge splash and connects! Hooks the legs, ONE...........TWO........... Knight kicks out. UP brings him up to his feet. Kick to the stomach, and he stuffs Knight's head between his legs. He lifts him up for a powerbomb, but no! Knight counters with a back-body drop, but he doesn't finish it. He holds on to Package's ankles and nails him with a devastating whiplash powerbomb!)

Rick: What execution!

(The cover, 1.....................2..................)

Eddie: KICKOUT

(Knight lifts Package up and throws him into the ropes. Package bounces back into a gorilla press slam! Package is brought back up. Knight goes for a Samoan drop, but Package counters with a reverse DDT! He drapes the arm over Knight, ONE...........................TWO........................... Kick out! Both men get back up to their feet. Knight whips Package, but it's reversed and Knight is sent flying, right into the ref! He's out! Knight turns back to package and gets a boot to the head!)

Eddie: There goes the ref!

Rick: What's UP doing?

(Package has a hold of his huge ring that granny gave him! He enters the ring and puts it on.)

Rick: He's gonna nail Knight with it! Package is gonna cheat!

(UP calls Knight to get up. Knight however, is still down from the kick. Package calls him up! The fans are... booing his decision! Package looks at them. He looks at a heartbroken kid in the front row. Package lowers his head. He throws his ring out of the... uh, ring.)

Rick: Ultimate Package threw his ring away! He decided against this!

Eddie: He shoulda nailed him with it!

Rick: But, the children, Eddie!

(Package smiles at the kid, who is also smiling now. He turns around, and BAM! The Driving Tiger Driver, known as the KnightFall! Adam Knight covers! The ref slowly crawls over and counts! ONE................................... TWO .............................. THREE!)

Rick: Knight wins! Knight moves on to the tournament!

Eddie: He stole it! Damn him! Package had it won!

Rick: He did it for the chidren, Eddie.

Eddie: SCREW THE CHILDREN!

Rick: ...

Eddie: ...

Rick: Well, none-the-less, Speiring won't be competing for the IWA title for awhile.

Eddie: Who the hell is Speiring??

Rick: ... The Ultimate Package, Eddie!

(In the ring, a sore Adam Knight extends his hand out to Package. UP grabs it and is aided up to his feet. A big pop from the crowd ensues.)

Rick: What a night it has been. But, we are no where near finished! We'll be back!

Rick: Welcome back to the show!

Eddie: C'mon, Rick, do a dance. Make this the Rick show.

Rick: Don't start, dumb ass!

Eddie: Ahh, you're no fun! So, what's next, Rick?

Rick: Next up, is a match I think could steal the show! 7-man Cruiserweight action for the vacant IWA Cruiserweight title! The winner will be crowned the first title in the NEW IWA!

Eddie: I'm pumped! I am!

Rick: This will be an elimination match. 2 men in the ring at one time. You can tag anyone, and when someone is pinned or submits, he leaves and someone else pops in. Simple enough.

Eddie: Wait... So, how many are actually wresling?

Eddie: ... To the ring!

("What's This Life For" hits! And the fans know it's Logan. Logan, dressed in his long trenchcoat, walks down to the ring, looking very focussed.)

Eddie: Logan rocks!

Rick: Former IWA International champ, AND Cruiserweight champ.

(Then, "Paint it Black", the Rolling Stones version plays. The crowd, the majority, watches as XTC comes to the ring. Scattered fans however, are cheering for him.)

Rick: I don't know very much about this XTC. But, I am told he can go. We'll see, though.

("Greed, Hate and Envy" is next up. Chris Saint, former NeWA Hardcore champ comes to the ring.)

Rick: From the NWF, he's Chris Saint!

("Haspipe" hits. Weezer's latest hit rings in the arena as "Devastating" Dane Scott enters the ring.)

Eddie: Who 'dis?

Rick: The Devastating One, Eddie. It's Dane Scott. I know just as much as you.

(Next is Blade, coming to the ring to "Triumph" by Wu-Tang.)

Eddie: Here's an IWA veteran. Blade, former International champ himself.

Rick: And Cruiserweight champ, in both IWA and HCWF.

("Shook Ones" by Mobb Deep plays. "Showtime" Matt Saunders comes to the ring. Fans give him a decent pop.)

Rick: He's the HCWF Heavyweight champ, this Saunders. He's gotta have something.

(Finally, "Superstar" by Jesus Christ Superstar plays. The fans know Dalton very well, and give him a warm reception. The former NeWA Cruiserweight, TV, and Tag champ hits the ring!)

Eddie: Dalton, with his reputation, easily the favorite, here.

Rick: Alright, we're ready to go!

(Logan and Saint decide to start things off. The others surround the ring on the apron. They lock up. Saint with a knee to the gut, and he follows by throwing his opponent into the rope. Leapfrog by Saint, and Logan bounces off the opposite ropes and hops over Saint this time. He again bounces back and knocks Saint down with a shoulderblock. Saint back up and back down with a hiptoss. Logan holds on and applies an armbar. He soon releases the hold and jumps into the ropes. Coming back he attacks with a dropkick, but Saint dodges it. He stomps Logan a few times before tagging in Dane Scott. "Devastating" Dane wastes no time. He leaps onto the tope rope and catches Logan with a missile dropkick! A decent sized pop from the ACC crowd. Scott brings Logan to his feet. He whips Logan, but it's reversed. Scott flies into the corner. Logan charges, but Scott, using the ropes, shoots himself over. Logan turns around and finds himself on the receiving end of a solid right hand. Scott locks on, and throws Logan down with a T-bone suplex. Lateral press, 1........2... kick out by the former champ. Dane Scott drags his opponent to the corner and nails his head off the turnbuckle several times. But Logan uses the opportunity to tag in his former rival, Dalton.)

Rick: That's one way to do things.

Eddie: Dalton ain't pleased about Logan tagging him in.

(Dalton slingshots himself over the ropes with a cross-body, taking both men down! He stomps Logan until he rolls out to safety then heads over to Scott. But Dane is waiting and drops him with a drop-toe-hold. Scott jumps for a legdrop but Dalton rolls out of the way. Back to his feet, he kicks Scott in the stomach, and DDT's him down. Dalton runs into the ropes and executes a beatiful Asai moonsault! He covers Scott.... 1...........2.........3! Scott is gone.)

Rick: "Devasting" Dane Scott is eliminated! It's down to six now.

(Chris Saint leaps off the top rope, but "The Dragon" powerslams his ass! He covers, 1............2........... Saint barely kicks out!)

Eddie: He almost had two in a row, Rick!

Rick: Not gonna get Saint that fast.

(Saint is back up, holding his back. Dalton hits a standing dropkick perfectly, nailing Saint in the face! He climbs to the top rope and signals for a 450 splash... the Dalton Splash. Fans are on their feet for this! He leaps, and connects! 1..........2...........3!)

Eddie: He got 'em! Dalton got two in a row!

Rick: Guess I was wrong.

Eddie: Dalton is on fire.

Rick: He's the favorite here. Former World Cruiserweight champ.

(The crowd is getting well behind Dalton. Now, XTC steps in the ring. He loosens up, staring at Dalton the whole time.)

Rick: XTC is definitely a rising star. He's another serious threat in this match.

(XTC and Dalton lock up. XTC gets the upper hand, lowering him to a knee. Dalton fights back, backing XTC into the ropes. He hits a series of hard knife-edge chops, getting "WOOO"s from the crowd each time. He wipes XTC into the ropes, but XTC slides out of the ring. Dalton runs and slides out, only to watch XTC roll back in. "The Dragon" gets back in and is greeted by kicks in the body and head. XTC kicks Dalton as he gets to his feet and whips him in the ropes. Dalton comes back and is rolled into a sweet looking Boston crab!)

Eddie: Nice execution there!

(XTC tries hard to make Dalton tap, but to no avail. Dalton fights his way to the ropes and grabs a hold. XTC releases. Dalton pulls himself up to the first rope, but XTC catches him with a kick in the ass, sending him to the outside. XTC with a running start leaps over the top rope and catches Dalton with a cross-body splash! Unfortunately for XTC, it hurts him almost as much. Slowly the two men rise to their feet. XTC first with a couple right hands. He rolls Dalton in the ring and follows. Dalton hits a vicious kick to the head and tags in Blade.)

Eddie: This is the first time we see Blade in the ring.

Rick: We still have yet to see HCWF champ, Matt Saunders.

(Blade climbs the top rope and plays the crowd while XTC rises to his feet. He turns to Blade and right into an awesome missile dropkick to the face! Just wicked looking!)

Rick: The Mexican Hat Dance!

Eddie: On you on drugs?

Rick: No, that's what it's called! Blade with the cover! (1............2...........3! XTC is finished.)

Rick Three down, and four left. Dalton, Logan, Blade and Matt Saunders.

Rick: Looks like Saunders is coming in. I'd like to see how he does.

(Saunders steps in, the fresh man. Small ammounts of the crowd begin to applaud. Saunders glances at them, a little surprised.)

Eddie: Looks like he's more known here than he thought.

(Saunders turns his attention back to Blade, who charges at him. A hiptoss takes him down. Blade back up and is met with rights, and lefts. Blade whipped into the ropes. He flies back into a flying shoulderback. Blade back up. He bounces off the ropes with a cross-body, but Saunders bridges down and Blade flies over him. Beautiful sequence.)

Eddie: Nice!

(Saunders pops back up. He sets Blade up for a powerbomb, but it's reversed into a rana! Blade tags Logan back in the ring. Logan climbs in to a rising Saunders. They are about to lock up, but Logan puts his hand up, then points to Dalton. The crowd cheers.)

Rick: He wants The Dragon!

Eddie: So do the fans.

Rick: Dalton and Logan have quite the history, with Dalton stealing Logan's family photo on this very show over a year ago.

(Saunders agrees with the crowd and Logan. He tags in Dalton. The Dragon is in, with a cocky smirk on his face. Logan, as well with a smile. A devious one. Dalton attacks first with a right handed punch, but Logan blocks. He connects with a hard right, sending Dalton back. Another right sends him into the ropes. Logan follows it up with a clothesline, knocking Dalton out of the ring!)

Rick: Logan is pumped! And so is the crowd.

(Dalton is back to his feet, checking his mouth for blood. He looks at Logan, who's calling him in the ring. Dalton climbs on the apron and Logan approaches him. Dalton grabs his head and drops his throat over the top rope. Logan flies backwards, off his feet. Dalton spingboards off the top rope with a splash and a cover! 1.............2............ Logan kicks out. Dalton pulls Logan up by his long hair and whips him in the corner. He bounces off the ropes and catches Logan with a bulldog. Dalton follows with a great split-legged moonsault and another cover. 1............2..........)

Rick: Thr...no! Logan barely kicks out of that.

(Dalton back up, with a confident smile over his face. He picks up Logan... no! Logan with a rollup.... 1............2......... NO! Dalton escapes. He gets up and hits Logan with a furious clothesline, telling him not to do that again. Dalton places Logan into the corner and hits a hard shoulderblock. Then, lifts him and sits him on the top rope. He climbs up and sets up for a second-rope superplex! He lifts him, but Logan blocks, then shoves him off. Dalton springs back to his feet, but Logan connects with an outstanding hurricanrana off the top rope! Logan lifts Dalton up again, and out of nowhere, hits a reverse tornado DDT!)

Eddie: That's the Amnesia! Logan's finishing move!

Rick: But, he's not covering!

(Instead, Logan climbs back up to the top rope. Perched there, he looks at Blade, then at Saunders. A smile comes across their faces, as they climb to the top rope aswell.)

Rick: Oh boy. This'll be somethin'.

(At the same time, all three leap off with their own his-risk attack! Saunders with a legdrop over his head! Blade with a flying elbow over his legs! And Logan with a splash on the body! The crowd can not believe what they have witnessed!)

Eddie: Holy shit, Rick!

Rick: You can't say that on TV!

Eddie: I don't care, I just did!

(Logan with the cover, 1.............2.............THREE!)

Rick: Jim "The Dragon" Dalton is gone! The favorite is eliminated!

Eddie: Now it's down to three!

Rick: This is becoming an outstanding match.

Eddie: You damn right!

(Blade is quick to attack Logan. But Showtime Saunders grabs him with a waistlock, and throws him OVER the ropes and to the outside!! Blade somehow lands on his feet!)

Eddie: How in the hell did he just do that?

(He grabs Saunders by the feet and pulls him out of the ring. Blade launches Matt Saunders into the ringpost, then hurls him over the guardrail into the crowd. Blade rolls back in the ring. He is met by a vertical suplex courtesy of Logan. Blade gets back up, only to be chopped in the back. Logan follows through with a dragon sleeper! The crowd is cheering as Blade fights hard not to tap! He is screaming in pain.)

Rick: This is a dangerous hold! I think he's gonna tap!

Eddie: Rick, look at Dalton!

(The Dragon, who has been slowly walking to the back, has turned around. He is charging the ring again. Dalton grabs a chair and hops on the apron. The ref leaves Logan and Blade and tries to send Dalton to the back. He receives a punch in the face for his troubles!)

Rick: Dalton just knocked out the ref!

Eddie: And he's not done yet.

(Logan releases Blade and steps up to Dalton. The Dragon swings the chair, but Logan ducks. Blade from behind nails Logan with a neckbreaker! Dalton enters the ring and destroys Logan with a chair shot to the head!)

Rick: Dalton is furious! He wanted to win this thing!

Eddie: And he's still not done yet!

(Dalton places the chair onto his head and hops onto the top rope. Blade holds Logan in place while Dalton leaps off with the Dragon Splash! He connects with a vicious smack!)

Eddie: My god, that coulda killed him! I love this!

(The Dragon takes the chair out of the ring with him. A devious smile comes upon his face as he backs up the ramp. The crowd booing loudly now. Blade drags the ref up and smacks him a few times, until he comes to. He covers Logan.)

Rick: There's no way he's gettin' up from that. Dalton just destroyed him.

(ONE..............TWO............THREE!)

Eddie: He is out cold, Rick.

(The Toronto fans are being very vocal about their dislike. Blade acknowledges them with a smile and a shrug. But from behind comes Matt Saunders. He rolls Blade up for the pin!)

Rick: ONE!

Eddie: TWO!

(THR... NO! Blade kicks out, shocking Saunders and the crowd.)

Rick: That was so close! Saunders almost had the title.

(Both men get back to their feet. Blade attacks with a kick to the gut and a quick DDT. He stomps madly on Saunders, jawing him at the same time. Blade takes him up and whips him in the ropes. Saunders flies back into a hard sidewalk slam! Blade, holding his legs, rolls over him with a cover! His feet hooked underneath the bottom rope! ONE.............TWO...........)

Rick: Kickout! Saunders kicked out! Blade almost stole this thing.

(Blade gets back up, very frustrated. He jaws the ref then turns back to Showtime. Blade sets him up, and successfully applies a surfboard submission. Saunders is clearly in a lot of pain. Blade will not let up, but Saunders will not submit. Blade decides to release the hold and try something else. He takes a short breather, leaning against the ropes. He turns to the booing crowd. Blade picks up Saunders and stuffs his head under his arm. He goes for a suplex, but it's blocked by Saunders! He reverses it into a running Death Valley Driver! The Agony of Defeat!)

Rick: That's it! That's what won him the HCWF title!

(Saunders crawls over to Blade, and drapes his arm over his chest! The ref counts, 1.....................2......................3!!)

Rick: Saunders did it! He's the first person to hold a title in the new IWA!

Eddie: What an outstanding match!

(A shot of Saunders, hardly standing under his own will, with the Cruiserweight title hoisted up in the air. The crowd cheering in a frenzy.)

(A shot of "The Nighthawk" Byron Tanis, preparing himself in his dressing room. The crowd pops huge! Then, a shot of "The Future" Darrel Besolve in his room. He receives a big pop, but not as big as IWA legend, Tanis. However, boos are audible. Then, cut to Rick and Eddie.)

Rick: Welcome back, fans! It's ALMOST time for our final match of the evening. This pins the two men we just saw, Byron Tanis and Darrel Besolve, in a match to decide who will advance to the tournament.

Eddie: This match is just huge! Both these guys are former NWA WORLD champs!

(Cut backstage. We see "Showtime" Matt Saunders heading back to his dressing room, sore and bruised. The IWA Cruiserweight proudly over his shoulder.)

Eddie: There's the NEW IWA Cruiserweight champ! What a match that was.

Rick: He earned that belt, that's for sure.

(Out of the shadows comes Chris Fury weith a chair. He WALLOPS Saunders with it in the side of the head! Saunders' head then smashes off the hard wall! He falls to the floor, only to receive another shot to the head!)

Eddie: Chris Fury!

Rick: He just annihilated Matt Saunders! He's down!

(Saunders is in intense pain.)

Fury: See you next week, "Showtime"!

(Fury drops the chair, and heads off.)

Rick: What a vicious, cold-hearted attack from Chris Fury.

Eddie: Good stuff.

Rick: My god, Eddie. Fans, we'll be back. Tanis, Besolve, next!

(The lights go dim and the crowd grows silent. The silence lasts only a moment before a pulsing and abrupt interruption.)

#I Am Ironman#

(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 is starting to cheer in anticipation.)

Rick: There he is.

(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 flashes one of his trademark smirks, drawing a loud pop from the fans. He takes a few steps forward and spins in a circle, looking over the crowd. There are a large group of white rhinestones on the back of Darrel�s robe spelling the words �The Future�.)

Eddie: The fans are responding to Darrel Besolve, I don�t know why, but they seem to love him.

Rick: Not every. The truly die-hard Tanis fans refuse to.

(Darrel spends almost an entire minute looking over the cheering fans. While he eyes the fans, Alexis Besolve steps out behind him. She is wearing a long, flowing, white dress with an open back. Her strawberry blond hair is curled, hanging in ringlets around her angelic face. She stands beside Darrel, who turns his attention to her. Their eyes meet and they smile at one another.)

Rick: They make such a perfect couple.

Eddie: Tell me about it, I haven�t stopped looking at them since she walked out.

Rick: Shut up! You know that�s not what I mean�

(Darrel and Alexis begin walking toward the ring; their pace is slow, enjoying the admiration. One more figure appears from backstage, Teddy Valentine enters to complete Darrel�s entourage. Teddy is wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath. He seems extraordinarily calm as he walks being Darrel and Alexis.)

Eddie: This one is going to be good.

Rick: Very good.

(Darrel climbs the ring steps and then offers his hand to his wife. Alexis ascends the ring steps behind Darrel. He steps into the ring and then parts the second and bottom robe for her to step between. The laser lights stop flashing and normal elevated spotlights are used. Besolve's fans haven�t ceased in their constant barrage of cheers. Alexis steps behind Darrel, in the corner, and removes his robe.)

Eddie: Wow, Darrel looks to be in tremendous shape.

Rick: Did you expect any less? He has dreamt of this match for a long time.

(The fiery haired 22-year-old is a vision of perfection. His barreled as he flexes his arms backward, inadvertently displaying his condor-like arm span. His arms have been oiled; the budging muscles glisten in the bright spotlights. He lifts his right arm and, pushing it against his jaw, cracks his neck twice, once on each side.)

Rick: This man is 278 pounds of pure muscle. He is the former NeWA Hardcore Champion, the former NeWA Television champion, and the former NeWA World champion, and looking to add the prestigious IWA heavyweight title to that list.

(The fans have reached a climax, Darrel waves to the crowd before lifting the ropes for Alexis�s departure.)

(Then, silence. The crowd awaits his opponent. The IWA legend. The biggest star to come out of the IWA.)

Eddie: Can you feel the tension in this arena?

("Symphony of Destruction" hits hard! But, not as hard as the Toronto crowd, simply erupting!)

Rick: Listen... to this!

(Darrel is even shocked at the pop Tanis is receiving. The fans turn it up a notch, as "The Nighthawk" Byron Tanis steps onto the ramp.)

Eddie: It doesn't matter what he does. Canada loves him!

Rick: He is a hero here.

(Tanis strides to the ring. An odd look on his face, as he stares at Darrel. It's awkwark. Shortly behind Tanis, is Monty. You all know Monty.)

Eddie: Besolve claims Tanis is past his prime. That his physical abilities are hindered now.

Rick: We all know about Tanis' knee problems. But hopefully that won't be a factor.

(Tanis can't help but be phased by the fans. He can try to pretend he's not, but their cheers mean something. He enters the ring after glancing around the arena. The music stops. The cheering also does. Darrel turns to look at Byron. Their eyes meet briefly, close range. Then...)

DING

DING

Rick: This one is underway.

(Besolve is quick to attack Tanis with rights like you've never seen. The crowd is really into this, as Tanis bounces with each shot. Tanis is whipped into the opposite corner. Besolve charges, and a boot catches him in the face. Tanis with a quick clothesline. He kicks Darrel while he's down. Besolve gets up, despite the kicks. Tanis throws a punch, but it's blocked. Darrel rattles Tanis with another hard right. He kicks Tanis in the stomach. Darrel scoops him over his shoulder and charges for a big slam. But Tanis slides out and hits a dropkick to Darrel, knocking him in the corner. Besolve bounces out, and Tanis grabs him, falls down and flings him to the ground. Tanis hits some boots to the body of Besolve again.)

Eddie: You can feel the hatred between these two.

(Tanis drops and applies a headlock. He tries to keep Besolve down, but Darrel is fighting to his feet. Tanis kicks the inner knee, and Besolve falls right to the mat.)

Rick: Great offense there, keeping Besolve at bay.

(Darrel begins to fight his way back up. He gets back to his feet, and quickly falls down hard, Tanis taking the brunt of the fall.

Eddie: Ouch. Knocked the wind right out of him there.

(Darrel is back up, and Tanis shortly after. Whip into the ropes by Darrel. Tanis flies back into a big powerslam! First cover, 1................2..... not even close. Darrel drags Tanis up and begins with a series of his huge rights and lefts!)

Rick: Darrel's displaying his boxing background here.

(Darrel ends with a rough looking clothesline, sending Tanis over the top rope!)

Rick: Ouch! Brutal clothesline!

(Monty helps Tanis up. He coaches him a bit. I'm sure giving him a flurry of compliments. Tanis climbs back in. He drops Besolve's neck over the top rope, then a shoulderblock hits him in the stomach. Tanis leaps over with a sunset flip, ONE.................TWO........ Darrel kicks out. Both men are up. Darrel attacks, but a drop-toe-hold takes him down. Tanis quickly attempts the Hawk's Talon to an immediate burst of cheers from the crowd! But to no avail. Darrel boots him away.)

Rick: Looks like Tanis wants this to end early.

Eddie: Hell's with that! Keep it going, I say!

(Tanis now with a firm forearm. Then he whips Darrel, but it's reversed. Tanis comes back and again sent down, this time with a brutal spear! He continues the attack applying a dragon sleeper/body scissor combination.)

Eddie: Now it's "The Future" slowing things down a bit.

(Tanis is a lot of trouble. Darrel really applying lots of pressure, ensuring maximal damage. "The Nighthawk" firmly refuses to submit. Besolve with some words with Tanis, unkind I'm sure. He is in total control right now.)

Rick: Besolve has waited a long time for this match, and he is making it worth while.

(Finally, Besolve lets go of the hold, leaving a limp Tanis lying on the mat. Besolve will not relinquish, however, and pulls him up to his feet. He is placed in the corner and subject to more deadly right hands. Tanis falls down. Besolve soaks in cheers from his many fans in the arena. He grabs Byron by the hair, and WHAM! Low-blow sends him down.)

Eddie: Yep. That'll do it everytime.

(Tanis is breathing heavy. He pulls himself up to his feet. Still, he rests for a few more seconds in the corner, while Besolve feels his manhood at it's worst. Besolve gets up, only to be dropped with a side-Russian legsweep. Tanis hops on the second rope and leaps off, planting a big elbow to the head. He covers, 1.................2.............. kick out. He pulls Besolve up by his thick red hair, and stuns him with a European uppercut. Tanis swings with another, but Darrel avoids it. Besolve swings with a huge right, but Tanis manages to stay out of it's path. He quickly hurts Darrel with a jawbreaker, follows it up with a double-underhook DDT... with authority!)

Rick: Big DDT from "The Nighthawk". The fans are responding quite positively.

Eddie: Tanis is firmly in control after that move.

(Tanis pulls up Darrel and stuns him with an Atomic drop. He whips Besolve into the far side ropes, following him in. The momentum of the clothesline, slamming against Darrel�s chest, is enough to pull both men over the top and to the floor.)

Eddie: Wow!

Rick: This one has been brutal from the start and now both men are outside, I don�t think this will be pretty.

Eddie: Its about to get really good.

(Both men are slow to their feet. Oddly enough, Darrel is actually to his feet before Tanis. He has sustained a lot of abuse, but doesn�t seem affected. Tanis looks shocked as Besolve lunges in, jamming his ribs with a big right hand. Tanis doesn�t have time to recover before getting hit with another body shot, this time a left hook. Byron is rocked backward, hitting the steel ring post. With a primitive grunt, Besolve throws all his weight into Tanis�s throat.)

Eddie: Oh my god! Did you see that?

Rick: Tanis had nowhere to go on that one. He is clutching his neck on the ground.

(Darrel doesn�t give Tanis a moment of peace, grabbing him by the hair to lift him to his feet. He grabs his wrist, taking a few large steps backward, and launches Byron into the steel ring stairs with an Irish whip.)

Eddie: Tanis needs to get in the ring; he is taking a hell of a beating outside.

(The Nighthawk almost instinctively tries quickly to get back to his feet. Byron uses his the stairs to pull himself partially up. Almost instantly Besolve smashes into his exposed ribs with a spear. Tanis is driven into the ground hard and the thrust pulls Darrel forward as well. The Future rises to his knees, immediately throwing a downward, sloping, right cross. His fist hits Byron�s face and in turn, Byron�s head hits the thinly padded concrete.)

Darrel: (Screaming in Tanis�s face) You think you can match up against me? Who the hell do you think you are?

Eddie: Tanis is getting his brains beat out! Look how fast Besolve is throwing those shots!

Rick: Darrel is dropping bomb after bomb on Tanis. His right hand is in constant recoil, just waiting to throw another punch. I applaud the ref�s letting the reigns go a bit, this being such an important match, but he needs to get this match in the ring.

(After several punches to the head, Darrel rises to his feet and stands above Tanis. He looks down at him for a moment and smiles, before reaching down to lift him back to his feet.)

Rick: I think that Darrel is going to toss Byron into the ring.

(Darrel doesn�t stop when Tanis reaches his feet, instead lifting him all the way into a military press. Darrel holds Tanis up there for a moment, thinking of what to do with him.)

Eddie: This could be very ugly.

Rick: No way around it.

(Darrel turns and takes a step, still holding Tanis, almost effortlessly, above his head. Darrel pushes forward and stops abruptly. Tanis�s flight lasts only a few seconds before his spine tries to wrap around the ring post. The crowd is ablaze with oohs and aahs.)

Eddie: I don�t believe that he did that! Darrel Besolve may have killed Tanis with that move!

Rick: That wasn�t cool, not cool at all�

("The Future" grabs Tanis who has a cut on his head. A spec of blood appears, but we know it is only the beginning. Darrel rolls Tanis in the ring. He follows and covers!)

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!

Rick: Tanis reaching down deep to kick out. I'm sure he's feeling that assault.

(Besolve brings Tanis back up. He launches Tanis hard in the corner. Tanis bounces back and into a spear from Darrel. But Tanis somehow leaps over him. Both men turn around and Tanis plants Darrel with a DVD! Both men are down.)

Rick: That was a move of ultimate desperation.

(Darrel begins to get to his feet first. Tanis still is motionless. Besolve grabs Tanis, but is dropped with an inverted neckbreaker! Tanis slowly goes to the turnbuckle. He unties the padding, and throws it out of the ring.)

Rick: This ugly match is looking to get uglier.

(Besolve is back up. Tanis kicks him in the stomach, and drags him to the corner. The ref tries to pull Tanis away, but he's thrown away. Tanis starts nailing Besolve's head into the exposed post!)

Eddie: YES!

(Tanis will not stop. Blow after blow after blow. He screams while destroying his opponent. The crowd acknowledging with cheers, and even boos! Tanis finally drops him with a sidewalk slam!)

Rick: The damage has been done! Besolve is busted wide open!

(Tanis has a diabolical smile as he stares at the crowd, now giving him a solid mixed reaction!)

Eddie: The fans... are... booing?

Rick: Wow.

(Tanis whips Besolve in the ropes, and misses with a clothesline. Besolve flies back and a double-clothesline takes both men down.)

Rick: This one has been a seesaw battle.

Eddie: Besolve looks like the fresher man though; he is getting up before Tanis.

Rick: He isn�t getting up that much faster; Byron is on his feet as well.

(The two men have battled with all their strength. Despite their weariness, the two begin exchanging shots when they meet face to face.)

Eddie: Tanis has to be fighting on instinct right now.

Rick: They both must be, why do you only say Byron?

Eddie: Otherwise he would know not to slug it out with Darrel. I am a Tanis fan, you know that, but trying to out punch Darrel is not going to work.

(Eddie is exactly right, the exchange, as it was, lasted only a few punches before Darrel displayed a distinct advantage. A hard, stiff, overhand right leaves Tanis in a daze. Darrel takes a step forward, wrapping his arms around Byron�s waist. Darrel�s back arches and with a single heave; he throws Tanis up and over his shoulder.)

Rick: Textbook execution of an overhead suplex by Darrel. Say what you will about the guy, his skill is undeniable.

(With his trademark relentlessness ever present, Darrel gets right back on Byron; dropping an elbow across The Nighthawk�s sternum. Darrel kicks up to his feet, quickly dropping another elbow. Within a flash, Besolve is back up; dropping one more elbow. The ferocity of the drops is whipping the crowd into frenzy. After the third drop, Darrel stays on the ground; right in Byron�s face.)

Darrel: You�ve needed this for a long time, you old son of a bitch! Open your eyes, we haven�t even started yet!

(At the end of that statement, Darrel grabs Byron by the hair and lifts him to his feet. Darrel Irish whips Tanis into the corner, following him in with a giant, jumping avalanche.)

Rick: Listen to the fans, they love this.

(The impact sends Darrel reeling a couple of steps, but he quickly recovers, racking Tanis�s head into the top turnbuckle pad.)

Eddie: We�ve all seen this before!

(Sure enough, Darrel begins repeatedly bashing Byron�s head into the turnbuckle.)

Crowd: 1...2...3

Rick: Look how fast his head is moving, it looks like a piston!

Crowd: 4...5...6

(Byron is fading out quickly, his knees buckle, which leaves him falling to the canvas. Darrel doesn�t let up for a second, following him to the mat, now pounding his face into the canvas instead of the turnbuckle.)

Crowd: 7...8...9

Eddie: This is brutal! I love it!

(Darrel stops suddenly, jumping to his feet. His massive body flies into the air as he drops his right leg across the back of Tanis�s neck. Darrel rolls him over, looking for a cover.)

Rick: This is it, he has him!

1...

Eddie: I don�t think so, I think Byron will kick�

2�

Rick: He�s not going to kick�

(Monty, with a last ditch effort, puts Tanis�s foot on the rope. The referee, who was out of position, doesn�t see it. The count is stopped.)

Rick: Nothing has changed! Whatever he can to win.

Eddie: He probably would have kicked.

(Besolve rolls out of the ring and chases Monty.)

Rick: Get him!

Eddie: Run Monty!

(Suddenly, Alexis clocks Monty knocking him down hard! The crowd loves it! Besolve congratulates her with a hug. He turns around, and is taken down with a huge splash from the ring!)

Rick: Tanis just leaped over the ropes! A suicide dive!

Eddie: I didn't even know he was still breathing!

(After a few seconds, the near dead Tanis is up. He brings Besolve to the announcing table.)

Eddie: Get them outta here!

(Tanis locks in a front chancery on Besolve. He begins to pull backward for position.)

Rick: Byron is going to put him through our table!

Eddie: Man, I was just getting used to sitting here.

(Both announcers jump to their feet, trying to avoid the action. Tanis forces Besolve up�NO, Darrel blocks the suplex. Tanis tries to recover and hit the move anyway, but Darrel blocks again.)

Rick: It looks like Darrel has control now.

(Sure enough, Darrel pulls free of the front face lock and locks in a collar-and-elbow tie up. With a great exertion of force, he tosses Tanis into the steel ring steps. The thud is tremendous and the stairs turn up and over from the force of impact.)

Eddie: That�s going to leave a mark.

Rick: I don�t see how these two guys can still go at one another. Darrel is busted wide open, Tanis is cut, and they have both withstood just about everything the other man has to give.

(Exhausted and hurting, Darrel drags himself toward Byron. He grabs him by the back of the head and neck before tossing him into the ring. Darrel slowly gives chase, trying to maintain an edge.)

Eddie: Besolve is going for the pin.

1...

Rick: It may be over, the accumulation of punishment may have finally broke Tanis.

2...

Eddie: Kick Out!

(Tanis barely got the right shoulder up. Darrel seems angry that he didn�t get the victory there, but he wastes no time trying to lift Tanis back to his feet. Within moments Besolve is inching Tanis toward the corner. As though it were a last ditch effort, he waistlocks Byron and sets him atop the turnbuckle.)

Eddie: Does he have enough left to superplex him? That has to be what he is thinking.

Rick: If he hits this move, the match is over. No one, not even Tanis will withstand this�

(Three pained strides later and Darrel is standing on the turnbuckle with Tanis. He locks in a front chancery�)

Eddie: Tanis was playing possum!!!!

(Tanis, with a quick burst of energy, rolls his weight to the right, hurling Darrel through the air�)

Rick: WATCH OUT!

(CRASH!)

(Besolve smashes through the announcer�s table. We get a close up shot of him, completely lifeless on the scraps of table. Tanis took a nasty spill, from the turnbuckle to the ring apron, but he is in a million times better shape than Darrel. He throws his arm in the air, grabbing the top rope, and uses it to pull himself up.)

Eddie: What can he have planned now?

(Tanis is ascending to the top turnbuckle.)

Rick: This is insane, he can�t be thinking of a high-risk move now. He is going to kill Besolve, and possibly himself too.

(Too late for logic, the hatred has blinded both men�s judgment. Tanis uses what strength remains in his legs to propel into the air. Almost in slow motion, he glides over the ringside area and crashes into Darrel Besolve.)

Eddie: Frog Splash! Frog Splash! Tanis just hit a Frog Splash!

Rick: This match has crossed the line; both these guys are trying to destroy one another! Tanis now looks to be in as bad a shape as Darrel; both men are down and out.

Eddie: I can barely hear myself think, the crowd is eating this up.

Rick: They have left it all on the line and the crowd is responding.

(Ringside is a wreck. Broken tables and blood everywhere. Tanis and Besolve, both wearing their crimson masks, struggle to their feet after a long break. They begin exchanging rights, weak rights. Tanis with a rake and he enters the ring. Darrel follows. Tanis hits a belly-to-back. He calls for the Hawk's Talon.)

Rick: He's going for it!

(Tanis grabs Darrel's leg and turns him over! He has it locked!)

Eddie: It's over! Tanis has the Hawk's Talon locked!

(Besolve won't tap! He will not! The ref checks him, but he won't tap. Tanis is cringing! Besolve is screaming!)

Rick: It's over! It's over!

(No! Besolve reaches the turnbuckle! He pulls himself up, and reverses the hold! He turns it into the Texas Cloverleaf variation... The Deal Breaker!)

Eddie: What the hell? Besolve has his move locked now!

(Tanis now refuses to tap! He's fighting with everything he's got.)

Rick: Darrel is full of intensity! Tanis can't fight it forever!

(He tries to struggle free, but to no avail! Tanis fights through the pain... fights..... fights.....)

Rick: He tapped! It's over! Besolve wins!

Eddie: I can't believe it! After all this time, Besolve wins!

Rick: Besolve advances! Fans, we are way past our time! See you next week!

(A final shot shows Alexis back in the ring, trying to help Besolve up. But, he's not moving. The fans cheering loud. Copyright runs at the bottom of the screen. IWA logo appears. Scene fades.)