("Shook Ones" by Mobb Deep breaks through the PA. The crowd erupts, cheering for the IWA Cruiserweight champion. Matt Saunders steps out. The IWA Cruiserweight title over one shoulder. The HCWF Heavyweight title over the other. Saunders heads to the ring, looking focussed. He enters, and bounces himself off of the ropes.)

Rick: "Showtime" already has two titles in his posession. But, neither would equal the NeWA Cruiserweight title, in my opinion.

Eddie: The NeWA Cruiserweight title is very respected throughout the Alliance.

(Finally, we hear Nate Dogg's rhymes throughout the arena.)

#Ya'll can't deny it, I'm a (bleep)in' rider
#You don't wanna (bleep) with me
#Got skills in the trunk with me (ok)
#Switchin lanes, do a buck with me (that's right)
#Y'all cant deny it, I'm a (bleep)in' rider
#You don't wanna bang with me (yeah)
#And you know I brought my gang with me (ok)
#Niggaz trip, I got my thang with me

(Out through the entranceramp, comes the NeWA's new World Cruiserweight champion! Blade, aka Calib Wallace sports the Cruiserweight title proudly aroudn his waist, as he hops energetically down to the ring. He enters. A breif stare off between the two popular competitors.)

(DING DING DING!)

Eddie: And we're off! Sweet November in the lead. But here comes Jackie around the bend. White Thunder making a run for the lead.

Rick: Eddie!

Eddie: Sorry. To the ring!

[The two lock up in the middle of the ring and Wallace powers Saunders into the corner. The referee calls for a clean break and Wallace steps back, then slaps Saunders across the face. Saunders retaliates with a big right hand and sends Wallace to the canvas. Wallace pops back up, and Saunders knocks him down again. Wallace sweeps the legs of Saunders, and then both men nip up to their feet.]

Rick: Saunders had better not allow his anger to get the best of him or else he is going to blow his shot at the title tonight.

[Wallace and Saunders lock up again and Saunders quickly whips Wallace into the ropes. Wallace off the far ropes and Saunders attempts a hiptoss. Wallace lands on his feet and Saunders quickly sends him to the canvas with a back elbow. Saunders pulls him up and hooks his tights, then sends him over with a snap suplex. Saunders again pulls Wallace to his feet, then slaps him across the face. Wallace swings, but Saunders ducks and then knocks Wallace down with a short clothesline.]

Eddie: Saunders is showing his determination right now.

[Saunders pulls Wallace to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Wallace ducks the clothesline and springs off the second rope, knocking Saunders down with a flying forearm. Wallace grabs a leg and quickly rolls Saunders onto his stomach and wrenches back on the knee. Saunders quickly drags himself to the ropes and the referee calls for the break.]

Rick: PICK OFF! Wallace trying to get his half crab finisher locked in but Saunders got to the ropes.

Eddie: *Cough* Tanis rip-off *Cough*

[Saunders rolls out of the ring and shakes out his knee to regain some feeling. Wallace rolls outside after him and Wallace is quickly knocked down by Saunders. Saunders pulls Wallace to his feet and he whips Wallace into the steel post had first. Wallace is stunned and staggers backwards only to be met with a dropkick that sends him right back into the post face first.]

Rick: What a series of moves by Saunders.

[Saunders rolls Wallace into the ring and pulls him to his feet. Saunders goes for a right hand, but Wallace blocks and lands one of his own. Wallace fires off a series of rights, then sends Saunders into the ropes. Saunders ducks a clothesline, and Wallace catches him on the way back. He launches Saunders halfway across the ring with an armdrag, then holds on and twists the arm. He rolls through and pulls Saunders up, then nails a hangman's neckbreaker. Wallace pulls Saunders back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Saunders comes off the ropes and Wallace catches him in a side suplex, but Saunders attempts to counter with a spinning headscissors. Wallace is able to hold on and drops Saunders across his knee hard.]

Rick: What a series of moves from Wallace.

Eddie: Bah... Where are the chairs, and ladders, and tables? I want to see someone get crushed under something. Where is Rob Bastard? He was cool.

[Wallace pulls Saunders back to his feet and pulls Saunders up. He drapes the arm of Saunders across his neck, and then grapevines his leg and sends him down to the canvas. Wallace rolls over into a cover.]

[One!]

[Two!]

[Kickout by Saunders. Wallace back to his feet and he pulls Saunders up. He hooks Saunders for a suplex, but Saunders blocks and Wallace tries for another. Saunders fires a right into Wallace's gut, and then a standing switch by Saunders. Saunders quickly applies a waistlock, then snaps him over with a German suplex. Saunders rolls to his feet and releases the waistlock, only to apply a full Nelson. Saunders snaps Wallace over and bridges for the pin.]

[One!]

[Two!]

[Wallace manages to reach out and get his hand under the bottom rope.]

Rick: Wallace knew exactly where he was in the ring. Now we have to see how well he recovers from the punishment that he received from Saunders.

[Wallace rolls outside of the ring and begins to walk towards the ramp. The crowd begins to boo and he turns around to see Saunders dive through the ropes and level Wallace in the aisle. Saunders begins to stomp on Wallace and then pulls him up. He applies a front facelock and then snaps Wallace down on the ramp with a DDT. Saunders pulls Wallace up to his feet and fires Wallace into the security railing. Wallace leaps up onto the railing, springs off the railing, and knocks Saunders down. Wallace pulls Saunders up and rolls him into the ring, then follows him in. Wallace drops a forearm across the back of Saunder's neck, then pulls him up. Standing headscissors by Wallace and he quickly drives Saunders into the canvas with a jackknife powerbomb. Wallace goes for the cover.

[One!]

[Two!]

[Saunders gets his foot on the bottom rope.]

Eddie: Come on Matt! Kill that little bastard!

Rick: Nice attempt to stay impartial there Eddie...

[Wallace climbs to the top rope and leaps off, landing on Saunders with a legdrop. He hooks the leg again and the referee goes for the count.]

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[Saunders shoots his left shoulder out at the last second. Wallace slams the canvas in frustration and gets to his feet. He pulls Saunders up and whips him into the corner, then follows him in. Saunders gets his foot up and Wallace staggers back. Saunders explodes out of the corner and knocks down Wallace with a running clothesline. Both men hit the canvas hard and the referee begins the count.]

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[THREE!]

[FOUR!]

[Saunders pulls himself to his feet by the ropes as Wallace gets to his knees. Saunders comes off the ropes with a dropkick, and Wallace catches both feet in the face. Saunders pulls Wallace to his feet and fires him into the ropes. Saunders catches Wallace with a spinning spinebuster, and he floats over into a cover.]

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[Wallace kicks out and Saunders is quickly back on the attack. He pulls Wallace to his feet and comes off the ropeswith a swinging neckbreaker. He drops an elbow on Wallace's neck, then pulls him to his feet again. Saunders with a kick to the midsection, and he butterflies both of Wallace's arms. Tiger Driver by Saunders and Saunders releases him. He pulls Wallace back up and hooks him for another Tiger Driver. Wallace begins to flail his legs and Saunders drops him. Wallace lands on his feet and backdrops Saunders, who lands on his head.]

Rick: Saunders is in a world of trouble. He hit that canvas hard and isn't moving.

[Wallace rolls over and drags himself to Saunders, then drapes an arm over Saunders' chest.]

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[Saunders again gets his shoulder up! Wallace to his feet and he waits in the corner for Saunders to get to his feet. Wallace charges in and clips Saunders in the left leg. He quickly grabs the leg of Saunders and applies a spinning toehold. Saunders drags himself to the ropes and Wallace breaks the hold. Wallace pulls Saunders up and applies an inverted facelock. Saunders drops down to one knee, and brings Wallace onto his shoulder, then slams him into the canvas with a quick tombstone piledriver. Saunders again shakes his leg to get some feeling back into it, then waits Wallace to regain his footing. Saunders whips Wallace into the ropes and he has him up in a fireman's carry. Could this be the AoD? No, Saunders is instead spinning Wallace around on his shoulders.]

Rick : Round and round they go.

Eddie: I'm even getting dizzy.

Rick: We've seen this before out of Saunders.

[Saunders gets dizzy himself a bit so he stops dead in his tracks. Wallace is helpless and Saunders turns the fireman's into a diamond cutter. A Big Airplane spin/diamond cutter combo.]

[Pop from the crowd.]

Eddie: WOO HOO!!! Take him for another ride Matt!!!

Rick: Why do I even bother sometimes....

[Saunders pulls Wallace to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Saunders drops his head for a backdrop, but Wallace counters with a face slam. Both men both drop to the canvas and stare at the ceiling. Saunders rolls over and pulls himself up, then catches a rising Wallace with a right hand. Wallace responds with a right of his own, and the two men begin to trade blows from their knees. Wallace blocks a right hand from Saunders and snaps Saunders back with a huge right hand. Wallace manages to get to his feet and he kicks Saunders in the ribs. Wallace with the cover.]

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[Saunders shoots his shoulder out again. Wallace has Saunders down, but Saunders springs to his feet. He catches Wallace with a kick to the gut followed up by a jumping DDT! Wallace is in a world of pain as Saunders hops up onto the second rope. He turns and hits a huge corkscrew elbow right into the heart. He goes for the cover 1..........................2..................NO!]

Rick: That was so close.

Eddie: Where did Saunders get that burst of energy??

[Saunders pulls Wallace to his feet and applies a cobra clutch. Wallace quickly gets to the corner, and climbs the turnbuckles. As he hits the top turnbuckle, he shoves off hard and both men crash to the mat! The ref drops down for the pin.]

[ONE!]

[TWO!]

[THREE!]

Eddie: Yes!!! Saunders has just won the title!!!

Rick: NO! Blade won, Eddie!

Eddie: But Saunders had his arm over Blade's chest!

Rick: Yeah, well so did Blade. I dunno what to say.

Eddie: Here comes the official decision...

(The ref seems hesitant to make his final decision, but comes to a conclusion.)

Rick: A double pin? That means that Blade retains!

Eddie: Aw, crap! Well, it still was an awesome match!

Rick: That it was. Too bad for Saunders. But I'm sure he'll be rewarded for this incredible performance.

Eddie: I'm sure Blade was looking to make a statement here in his first title defense. And even though he didn't beat Saunders, he sure as hell did with that excellent display of talent. Saunders is a tough competitor.

Rick: Definitely. It's no accident he is HCWF Heavyweight champ and IWA Cruiserweight champ.

(Cut backstage. President Vincent is walking!)

(Oh, there's more. Nailz, his built up bodyguard is accompanying him. Nailz looks angry today, but this is about Vincent! Suddenly, a big cloud of smoke appears. Vincent swats the smoke away, with little results. But the smoke soon fades, and we see the Wizard, coughing violently.)

Eddie: WOOO!

(Nailz pats him on the back. Then, The Wizard pops up.)

Wizard: Excuse me! I have no match tonight!

Vincent: You're quite observant.

Wizard: I want a match tonight.

Vincent: Well, you don't get one.

Wizard: Why not?

Vincent: Cuz you don't!

Wizard: No match? You want me to cast a spell upon thee? Cuz I will!

(Vincent scratches his head.)

Vincent: Alright, listen. You want to be booked? Then, you can ref the Barcode/Deja Vu match.

Wizard: Deja who?

Vincent: Deja vu.

Wizard: Ooh.

Vincent: Yeah. Well go out there, and do a good job. Show me what you got.

Wizard: Reffing. That sucks. Well, oft I go!

(He leaves.)

Vincent: (To Nailz) Lets go. I got things to do.

[We cut to an empty hallway. The camera pans left, to reveal Mike Barcode, in his wrestling gear, leaning against a wall. He has on his red tights, black boots, but isn't wearing a shirt. He stares at the camera, and speaks.]

MB: You know, Deja Vu...you talk about how I am being given to you, and how I'm going to lose, etc. etc. The bottom line sir...is I don't care. If I lose...I'll be...surprised to say the least. But such is life. Shit happens.

[Barcode spits onto the tiled floor.]

MB: Still, I more than likely shall defeat you...I hope anyway. I've already done more than you in my life, so I guess if I'm down for the one, two, three...that's life. But I won't be.

[Barcode turns, and starts walking, down the hall.]

MB: So, I'll see you there Deja. I'll see you when I do get that same old feeling...the feeling of beating someone, for the one, two, three.

[Cut.]

Rick: Welcome back! Fans, something is apparently taking place back stage.

Eddie: O hell don�t sugar coat it Rick, Adam Burke and Evan Hurley are goin� at it.

(The camera cuts to backstage where we find the cousins �The Tiger� Adam Burke and �Violent� Evan Hurley embroiled in a battle of words.)

Evan: YOU ruined my life Adam!

Adam: How the hell can you even SAY that!

Evan: HOW, Adam this is how I feel about our situation, I hate you. I hate you Adam Burke for everything YOU took away from me, and don�t start saying I brought everything onto myself, I was bettering myself, I was getting a real education, I was starting a family of my own! While I was doing this you were running around as a hired assassin, a thug, and bootlick for a bunch of mobsters. And with that in mind you have the balls to say I brought all of this pain on myself? How DARE you Adam Burke, HOW DARE you try to unload the blame on me, how DARE you!

Adam: You just don�t get it do you, I was just a scared as you, when I saw Tora dead I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I wanted the world to stop. You aren�t the only one in the world with problems Evan!

(As the argument escalates, arena security intervenes and holds the two men away from each other.)

Evan: In the ring Adam, IN THE RING!

Adam: Damn straight you pig headed bastard, you�ll see!

(Cut back to Rick and Eddie at the announce table.)

Rick: Well...

Eddie: Family. Heh.

Rick: OK, we're gonna head to our next match. This one is Mike Barcode vs. Deja Vu. Deja Vu claims he's wrestled here before. And the HCWF as well.

Eddie: He says he knows Barcode better than Barcode knows Barcode.

Rick: And, as we found out a little earlier, The Wizard will be the guest ref for this match. To the ring!

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

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

(The lights flicker.)

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

(The lights flicker faster. Bright. Dark. Brighter. Dark. Even Brighter. Dark. Then an explosion rocks the arena as the lights slowly grow brighter. Mike Barcode walks out, and stops at the top of the ramp. He breathes deep, and continues to the ring.)

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

(Barcode enters the ring, jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle, and stares at the crowd. He gets back down, and stands center ring.)

Eddie: And now for our next match.

�

Rick: What?

�

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

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

(More lightning and thunder)

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

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

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

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

Voice:� Free your mind for I am already here

(The big screen comes alive with "'Free Your Mind' ~ Deja Vu October 1st 2001.")

�

Eddie: And now for our next match.

�

Rick: Eddie?

�

Eddie: And now for our next match.

�

Rick: Ooookay.� Anyway, and now for our special guest referee, Wizard.

�

("Voodoo" by Godsmack hits the arena PA system as The Wizard makes his way down the ramp.� He's wearing an official IWA/NeWA Referee shirt, and tugs at the shoulders and points at the logo on the way down.� He finally comes into the ring and signals the timekeeper to start the match.)

�

Rick: There's the bell, and this match is on it's way.

�

Eddie: And now for our next match.

�

Rick: Eddie?

�

(Deja Vu and Mike Barcode circle in the ring for a minute, staring each other down.� Deja Vu has a cocky smile on his face, and starts yelling something at Barcode.� This just gets Barcode really angry, and he goes for the grapple, and hits a snap suplex.)

�

Rick: Barcode getting in the first move in tonight.

�

Eddie: And now for our first match.

�

(Deja Vu gets right back up, slinging himself to his feet, but Barcode is right there, and nails a standing clothelsine.� He picks Deja Vu up, and yells something in his face.� Then nails another standing clothesline.)

�

Rick: A little Deja Vu from Mike Barcode.

�

Eddie: And now for our first match.

�

Rick: What the hell Eddie?

�

Eddie: It's Deja Vu, you know, like...

�

Rick: Good God that is sad.

�

Eddie: Bu...

�

Rick: Sad.

�

(Mike picks Deja Vu up again, but Deja Vu rushes behind and bulldogs Mike Barcode to the mat with an impact.)

�

Rick: Mike Barcode just shoots right up, and starts beating the hell Deja Vu.� Listen to those fists going right into his face.

�

Eddie: I love an all out brawl.

�

Rick: Mike Barcode has backed Deja Vu into the turnbuckle, and nails a massive back fist to the side of Deja Vu's head.

�

(The impact leaves him stunned, and reeling into the turnbuckle.� Mike Barcode takes the advantage and sets him up top.� Barcode wraps his arm around Deja Vu, and nails a Super DDT! The fans letting loose a massive cheer of approval.)

�

Rick: WOW! Did you hear that impact! Deja Vu isn't moving.� Mike goes for the pin, but wait a minute... where the hell is The Wizard?!?

�

(The Wizard is seen inside the crowd trying to get some peanuts from a nearby vendor, he appears to be arguing with him.)

�

Eddie: Hey, no ref...cool.

�

Rick: He could just have screwed Barcode out of the match!

�

(Barcode gets up and looks for Wizard, but while he's doing so Deja Vu gets up himself and grapples Barcode from behind.� DV twist him around and lifts Barcode up on his shoulders for a powerbomb!)

�

Rick: Shit, this could be it! Wait a minute! Barcode flips over and reverses it into an Ace Crusher! Amazing technical skill from Mike Barcode!

�

(Mike picks himself off, then lifts lifts Deja Vu off the mat with his hair, and flashes an evil grin.)

�

Rick: Mike Barcode, a man never too happy with Deja Vu to begin with.� He tosses him into the ropes, send Deja Vu rebounding.� Mike Barcode runs into the opposite ropes, jumps, and rebounds off, nailing Deja Vu with a top rope Moonsault! Amazing, Deja Vu can't get up after this!

�

(Mike lifts Deja Vu up again and tosses him to the outside.� Deja Vu wobbles himself up, and looks to see Barcode, but as soon he does he's nailed in the face with a Baseball slide from Barcode! Deja Vu flies back, his head hitting the safety railing.)

�

Eddie: Oh yeah, that me a concussion! Keep it up Mike!

�

Rick: Mike Barcode grabs Deja Vu up again, and sets him on the railing, oh please no.

�

Eddie: Oh hell yeah!

�

(Mike jumps up on the ring apron, then flies off with a leg drop to the back of Deja Vu's head, sending it crashing to the concrete floor.� The blood is starting to flow from Deja Vu's face.)

�

Rick: Where in the hell is that ref anyway?

�

(The Wizard is sitting next to the timekeeper, apparently working on a cardboard sign that says "HI.")

�

Rick: This guys taking his job less seriously than you do Eddie.

�

Eddie: And now for our next match.

�

Rick: Oh shut up.

�

(Mike is taking advantage of The Wizard's distraction, but reaching under the table and grabbing a garbage can.)

�

Eddie: Who puts those under the mat anyway?

�

(Mike Barcode throws the garbage can at DV who, acting on instinct catches it.� He realizes what he just did and glances up at Barcode.� Barcode jumps back, and nails a dropkick right into the garbage can, that hits DV's face with a sickening impact.)

�

Rick: Oh my god!

�

Eddie: Sweet.

�

(Barcode rolls Deja Vu under the ropes and goes for the pin, but again The Wizard is no where near the ring.� Barcode is really pissed, and storms out of the ring to find The Wizard hitting on a blonde in the front row.� Barcode shoves the Wizard away and starts screaming in his face.� The Wizard doesn't really seem to care, so Mike Barcode starts wailing into him with a flurry of punches!)

�

Rick: And The Wizard is down! Mike Barcode kicks him in the head and rolls back into the ring where Deja Vu is still down and out.� He picks him up, and hits the Armageddon! THE ARMAGEDDON!� Deja Vu is out cold! Barcode is up and celebrating, but wait a minute! The Wizard storms into the ring with a chair!

�

Eddie: Hahaha, a ref's revenge! Wizard taps Barcode on the shoulder, and nails him right in the face! Hahaha, sweet.

�

Rick: This is sick, The Wizard is leaving the arena, what a coward.�

�

Eddie: Deja Vu is getting up, and sees Mike Barcode lying on the ground.� He looks around to not see a ref anywhere in sight.�

�

(Deja Vu rolls Mike Barcode over and places the chair right on his face.� He then runs to the turnbuckle and stands on top.� He signs the cross on his chest, then leaps off, nailing a legdrop right on the chair!)

Eddie: Holy hell! That was sick!

(Deja Vu gets up and simply walks away to huge boo's from the crowd. Barcode is left lying in the middle of the ring. Motionless.)

(A shot of world famous Niagara Falls. The canadian side. The better looking side. Oh, you know it's true.)

[Fade to the back of the arena, as we see a black limosuine pulling up in the parking lot. Immediately, one of those guys in the black suits walks up to the car, and once the vehicle stops, opens the door for the rich guy inside. The attendant looks a little unusual opening limo doors. Given his size, he looks more like a bouncer, but hey, we all need money right? He is dressed in usual attire for this job, black suit, black sunglasses, you know the deal]

[And a moment later, we are greeted to a chorus of boos, as Darrel Besolves exits the limo. He looks down slightly, not hiding his contempt for the attendant, and turns away, beginning his walk into the arena. After closing the door to the limo, the attendant can be seen sliding something shiny on to his fist...]

Rick: Hey wait a sec...

[CRACK!!]

[The fans then erupt, as the attendant levels Besolve in the back of the head with a chain wrapped around his fist, sending him facefirst into the ground]

Eddie: WHAT THE HELL!?!?!

Rick: That parking attendant just took out Darrel Besolve with a chain!!

[The attendant smirks, first tossing aside his jacket, then rips open the white buttoned down shirt and tie, revealing a black "Revolution Man" T-shirt underneath, then off with the glasses, and oh yes, you know who it is...]

Rick: IT'S ADAM KNIGHT!! THE REVOLUTION IS HERE AND HE IS BEATING THE HELL OUT OF DARREL BESOLVE!!!

[That pretty acurately describes the scene taking place, as Knight ropes the chain around Besolve's throat, dragging him by his neck into the arena. He gets a running start, and then BAAM! Sending Besolve facefirst into the concrete arena wall. Before Darrel can fall back, Knight grabs him by the back of the head, and begins smashing his face into the wall, the sound of bone on concrete sickening]

Rick: Adam Knight just punishing Besolve, payback for that assault last week by Knight!

Eddie: Arrest him! He's trying to kill Darrel Besolve, and he probably stole that suit!!

[Knight keeps the chain wrapped tightly around Darrel's throat, arena workers running for dear life. Knight says nothing, a look of intense rage on his face, continuing the onslaught, Darrel's face becoming covered in his own blood]

Rick: Where the hell is security?!?!

Eddie: Staying the hell out of it thankfully, maybe there's a line at Krispy Kremes, I dont know.

[Another vicious right hand cracks Besolve in the jaw, knocking him to the ground once again. Knight offers no let up, and holds the chain with both hands, getting another running start, and lets loose, sending Besolve flying headfirst through an office window]

Eddie: Ok....OW!!

Rick: OW?? A man is getting killed, and all you can say is OW??

Eddie: Thats what Besolve's gonna be saying tommorow morning after all those head shots...

[Knight leans over the window sill, checking on Besolve with a sadistic smirk...]

[CRACK!!]

[Without warning Knight is blasted in the face with a steel chair, and drops down to a knee, seeing stars. Moments later, a giant figure steps out of the office, carrying the chair]

Eddie: DIABLO! What the hell is this??!

Rick: The NeWA North American champion is going after Knight, and there's another shot to the face with the steel chair!!

[Knight is cracked in the face with another chair shot, his eyes glazed over, out of it, but he remains standing, getting back up off his knee, his legs standing firm beneath him]

Rick: Usually theyd fall down about now I thought?

Eddie: Geez! Another shot, and Knight is still on his feet!! God this is SICK!!!

[Another shot, then another from Diablo, bashing Knight's face in with the chair, steel smashing against skull, but still Knight stands. He has a faraway look in his eyes, but he is indeed standing...]

Eddie: Diablo just destroying Knight, and here comes Besolve!!

[Besolve has a furious look on his face, though his coordination isnt what it should be after all those head shots he took from Knight. He screams something to Diablo, who after getting one more shot in on Knight, smirks, tossing the chair down to the ground. Knight is down to a knee, but still fighting to stay concious and on his feet]

Rick: BESOLVE BLASTER!!

Eddie: Knight finally down after that vicious superkick from Besolve, now what the hell are these two doing?!?!

[Diablo grabs Knight, and puts him in a standing headscissors, Besolve standing behind Knight]

Eddie: JESUS CHRIST! A SPIKED PILEDRIVER INTO THE CHAIR!!!

[Diablo and Besolve, seemingly satisfied with the damage they have done, turn and walk away, leaving Knight motionless on the floor, out cold. EMT's quickly rush to the area to help, as we return to ringside]

Rick: My god.

Rick: We're back. After witnessing that vicious attack on Knight we just saw, I'm not sure he'll make it for his match against Buzz Tyler.

Eddie: That was pretty sick, though! Really sick.

Rick: I hope the best for him. But, the show goes on.

Eddie: It does. And you know what, Rick. I'm really looking forward to Burke and Hurley's tournament match.

Rick: And you know what, Eddie? That's coming up next! As in, right now!

Eddie: Sweet! These two, even though are family, still hate each other. They had a fight.

Rick: And they're about to have another one.

(The arena is lit up with a dim green glow; the crowd grows silent awaiting the man about to enter the arena. All of a sudden 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
#YOU GOT SENT TO ME
#IN A BOX OF NEGATIVITY

(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 t-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: Evan's got an NeWA World title match this Saturday. This match will be a true test to see if he deserves that match.

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

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

(Blue fireworks blast and the lights fade up to reveal �The Tiger� Adam Burke on the entrance ramp.)

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 crowd cheers the eerily focused Burke, and some even chant along to the lyrics. Adam descends the ramp, looking only straight ahead, not even blinking.)

It's the eye of the tiger / It's the thrill of the fight/ Rising up to the challenge of our rival

(Burke flips over the ropes and gives a burning, hateful stare at �Violent� Evan Hurley.)

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

(With that, the bell ding-ding-dings.)

Rick: Expect intensity here.

Eddie: And blood. Hopefully!

(The two wait, staring at each other. Both waiting for the other to attack. Then, they both suddenly attack at once! A flurry of rights from both guys hit. Burke gets the upper hand, rattling Hurley. He tosses him into the ropes, but it's reversed. Burke bounces back and a leaping elbow drops Hurley. Now Burke with more punches to the head. They roll around, choking each other, and they fall to the outside.)

Rick: Jeez. These guys are really goin' at it.

(And they still are. Despite the pain they must have endured falling awkwardly like they did, they continue punching. They fight back up to their feet. Hurley shoves Burke into the guardrail and boots him in the head. Burke falls down. Hurley grabs him and tosses him in the ring. He rolls in and meets "The Tiger" on his feet. Hurley blocks an attempted right and a European uppercut rocks him. He lauches him in the corner. Charges. Splash. Hurley with a set of knife-edge chops. WOOOS from the crowd. But Burke spins Hurley around and hits a set of his own chops before attempting to launch him into the opposing corner. Evan blocks and send Burke in. He goes for a second charge, but runs right into a boot to the head. Burke follows with a bulldog, taking him down. Now, Burke sprinboards off the ropes with an Asai moonsault. Hurley raises the knees, countering the move. Hurley is up. He grabs Burke in a gut-wrench, squeezing the hurting stomach. Then, he drops him with a belly-to-back suplex, into a pin. 1.....................2................. No.)

Rick: Too much determination to win it this early.

Eddie: Too much hatred, too.

(Hurley waits for Burke to rise up. He's met with a boot to the stomach. Hurley gets him in a headlock, but Burke counters with a jawbreaker! "Ouch" goes Hurley. Burke rubs his stomach.)

Eddie: He's hungry.

Rick: No, he's hurt.

Eddie: Oh. Well, I'm hungry.

(Burke pulls Hurley up and a headbut backs him up. Shaking his head, Burke grabs him and whips him into the ropes. He bounces back, and is dropped with a belly-to-belly suplex. Hurley pops back up, writhing in pain and is sent down with a violent knife-edge chop!)

Eddie: That hurt. Yeah. It did.

(Hurley rolls out of the ring, seeking refuge. But, Burke comes running, and leaps through the ropes with a suicide dive! Hurley is down hard!)

Rick: What a dive! "The Tiger" is holding nothing back.

(Burke is a little hurt from that. It takes him awhile to get back up. When he does, he goes straight for a chair. He swings, but Hurley ducks it! A kick to the stomach and the chair drops on the ground. Evan grabs Burke.)

Eddie: Oh! DDT on the chair!

Rick: If only he could pin him there.

(Hurley rolls him in the ring, follows and covers.)

(1....................2...................... No. Hurley brings Burke up. An Atomic drop followed by an inverted DDT, and Burke is back down. Hurley hops on the top rope. He leaps off...)

Rick: Flying elbow drop! It connects! This could be it!

(ONE!)

(TWO!)

Eddie: No!

(Burke is dragged up again. An uppercut sends him reeling, but Hurley pulls him back into an inverted side-Russian legsweep. Back up, and Hurley setting up for a pumplehand. He lifts him up, and down hard! Cover! 1................2.................)

Rick: Thr... no! I thought he had him! I really did.

(Evan is getting upset. But he carries on, whipping Burke into the corner and charging. But "The Tiger" shoots himself over Hurley's head. Evan turns around and is taken down with a jude-style toss. Burke drops down and starts unleashing lefts and rights!)

Eddie: Go get 'em, Tiger!

Rick: Hehe.

(Burke lets out a scream and hits one last big right hand! He pulls Evan back up. Hurley is bleeding from the nose.)

Eddie: That's gonna hurt come winter.

(Burke hits him with a Tai roundhouse kick, sending him flying into the corner. He comes back and gets dropped with a 3/4 turn neckbreaker. He covers.)

(One...............two................kick out.)

(Burke brings him up and hits a forearm to the back. He follows with a German suplex... he holds on bringing him back up and hitting another German suplex, this one for the cover! 1........................2.......................)

Rick: Kick out!

(Burke stomps Hurley to the outside. He climbs to the top rope.)

Eddie: Here we go.

(Burke leaps off with a huge sick looking splash! Connection!)

Eddie: That kicked ass!

Rick: That coulda killed 'em both.

(Burke eventually gets up. So does Hurley. Burke whips him into the guardrail. He charges, but a backbody drop sends him over the railing!)

Rick: He almost smoked a fan! That'd be a lawsuit.

Eddie: I once found a cyringe in a burger and sewed for millions!

Rick: Really? Did you win?

Eddie: No. The cyringe was mine.

(Hurley has a chair. He's on the top rope, waiting. Burke climbs over back to ringside. Hurley tosses the chair at him. "The Tiger" catches it.)

Eddie: Nice catch!

(Evan leaps off with a dropkick, smacking the chair in Burke's face! HOLY SHIT chant.)

Eddie: Holy (bleep)!

Rick: Eddie!

Eddie: I can't help it! Did you see that?

Rick: Yeah, that was pretty cool.

(Hurley rolls the now bloody Burke back in the ring. He hooks the legs!)

Rick: This might be it!

(1.........................2........................)

Rick: THREE!

Eddie: KICKOUT! GODDAMN KICKOUT!

Rick: Wow.

(Hurley doesn't move. He lies on the ground along with Burke, wishing that it had just been over. Finally, he gains strength and returns to his feet. He pulls Burke up. He's almost lifeless. Hurley throws him only to pull him back into a powerful spinebuster! Now, he's calling for the end.)

Rick: This might be it. Hurley going to the top rope.

(Hurley, on the top rope, leaps off with a senton splash.)

Eddie: Burke moved! Burke moved!

(Both men are down.)

Rick: This is brutal, fans.

Eddie: The way I like it!

(They begin to toss and turn. Hurley gets to a knee, followed by Burke. Evan up first. He connects with a right hand. Evan goes for an inverted DDT, but Burke tosses him away. Hurley spins around... TIGER'S CLAW!)

Rick: The superkick! He got him with that deavastating superkick!

Eddie: Burke covers!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Rick: It's over! Adam Burke wins this outstanding match!

Eddie: What a great match! A dose of violence with a shot of family tension, and you've got a good bowl of soup.

Rick: It wasn't soup, but that was one helluva match! No doubt. So Adam Burke becomes the first man to advance to the second round, the semis, of the tournament to crown the new IWA Heavyweight champion.

Eddie: One of the most prestigious regional titles in NeWA history.

Rick: For sure.

Eddie: That's too bad for Evan. I really thought he had a good shot at going all the way.

Rick: So did I. He's full of potential, that kid.

(A shot of both men lying in the ring. Blood now spread out on both their faces.)

(We return to the back. We see Adam Knight lying on a stretcher. EMT's surround him. Suddenly, Adam storms up, rubbing his neck and head.)

EMT: Mr. Knight, please. Sit down. It's for your own good.

Adam: I'm fine! I'll be OK.

EMT: Just lay down, sir.

Adam: Besolve and Diablo will pay for this!

EMT: Sir, I hope you're not thinking of fighting tonight. You are in no condition to fight anyone.

Adam: It looks that way, doesn't it?

(Adam pushes away the EMT, and walks out of the room.)

EMT: Oh deer.

(Cut to ringside.)

Rick: Well, that's interesting.

Eddie: Is he gonna wrestle Buzz Tyler tonight?

Rick: Knowing Adam, I think so.

Eddie: Stupid people.

Rick: Up next, we have our big NeWA North American title match.

("Summertime In The Void" by I Mother Earth hits.)

Rick: What the hell?

Eddie: It's Mister Vincent!

Rick: What is Mike Vincent doing out here?

Eddie: It's the Vince! He can do as he pleases!

(Vincent heads down the aisle. He's looking mighty confident in his stylish Armani suit. With him, is the huge, ripped bodyguard we've come to know as Nailz. Vincent, receiving a decent sized crowd pop, enters the ring. Reaching into his inside pocket, he pulls out a mic.)

Vincent: Sometimes I love my job. I run the greatest promotion that the NeWA has ever had the pleasure of seeing.

(Crowd pop. Niagara Falls thinks so.)

Vincent: But, moments like these. Announcements like the one I'm about to make... these are times that job is unpleasant. As president of the IWA, I have come out here to inform you all that...

(Dramatic pause. We're all waiting, Vincent...)

Vincent: There will be North American title match.

(Boos all around.)

Rick: What?

Vincent: That's right. Unfortunately, Tyler Cross... who recently defeated the moster known as Diablo to become the NA champ only 2 days ago... was unable to come to Canada to defend his newly won title.

Eddie: Well ain't that crack on a rope!

Rick: What?

Eddie: I mean that sucks.

Rick: Oh. Yeah, it does.

Vincent: I believe it is unfair to let everyone down like this. To the fans who paid their hard-earned money to be a part of this match, I'm sorry. There's nothing I can say or do that will make up for the match that could have taken place. But, I must now ask that The Boog-Man, come down here, to the ring.

Eddie: He's callin' out the World's Original!

(The lights dim, and "Shortstop" by Steve Taylor begins playing. The Ontario fans stand up and look toward the entrance, where green pyro explodes and the World's Original steps out, hands raised.)

Rick: Listen to this ovation!

(Boog walks down to the ring, and in classic style, slides under the ropes and mounts the far turnbuckle, looking out at the crowd. He hops back down and comes face to face with Vincent.)

Vincent: Alright, Boog. I know you were looking forward to competing tonight for the North American championship. Unfortuanately, that won't happen. You won't be wrestling tonight. You, aswell as Diablo, will get the night off.

Eddie: Ah... mittens! This sucks!

Vincent: But, I would like to offer you another shot at the belt at a later date. All you have to do.... is earn it.

Rick: Earn it? He just beat the Package last week to earn it!

(Boog looks a little confused.)

Boog: Didn't I "earn it" And by beating Speiring last week?

Vincent: Yes, well that's the thing. Package is a great wrestler. But, since the IWA popped back on the scene, he hasn't been the same. So, really, if you think about it, you didn't earn anything except maybe a pat on the back.

(The crowd boos.)

Rick: That's ridiculous!

Eddie: No no... he's right! I think the Package loves the children, just a wee bit too much.

Boog: What about Diablo? Did you forget that I beat him, while he was the North American champion?

Vincent: And again, Boog. That was a good job. But, that was your shot, and you blew it. Most wrestlers would kill for an NeWA North American title shot. And you get two just like that?

(The crowd boos again.)

Rick: Why is Vincent being like this?

Eddie: He's making sense, Rick.

Vincent: So now you have to earn another one.

Boog: And how do I earn another shot?

Vincent: Well, for starters you have to win your next tournament match. Next week, it will be you competing against the very impressive.... Seth Christopher!

(A nice sized pop for the man who upset former IWA champ Buzz Tyler.)

Vincent: Granted, that alone wouldn't account for a title shot. But it's a start.

Rick: It's a start. Jesus.

(Boog-man looks a little annoyed by this new info.)

Vincent: Boog, Boog. Just look at it this way. You get a chance to become the IWA Heavyweight Champion and the NeWA North American champion, all in a matter of weeks. All I'm asking from you is a little sweat... and maybe a little more. We'll see how things go.

Rick: Pathetic. Prez Vince has become an ass it seems.

Eddie: Hey! You wanna get fired? Cuz you will!

(Boog does not look pleased. Vincent senses this.)

Boog: Hey, Boog. I got a business here that I gotta look after. Bringing the NeWA North American title to Canada would do great for this fed. And I gotta make sure that I have the right man to do the job. That's all.

(Boog doesn't seem to buy it. Neither does the crowd.)

Boog: Mike, I will take everything that you've got to throw at me, and I am going to throw it right back at YOU. But, you had best watch out how much you throw, because there IS a limit. I won't let you drag me around with this bull for long...I know I have some respectability to restore...the question is...when will YOU realize it?

Vincent: Just make me realize, Boog. That's all I want.

Boog: I'll do my "part". You just make sure you don't screw me around. Cuz if you do... I'm gonna hurt yo body....

Boog and Crowd: Soooooooooo Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaddd!

("Shortstop" plays once again. Cheers all around, as Boog exits the ring. President Vincent looks a bit bothered by Boog-man's final comments.)

Eddie: Well, it looks like next week we'll have Boog vs. Seth Christopher in Round one action!

Rick: But it's not just the spot in the semis that's on the line. Boog has to win to get the NA shot he so deserves.

Eddie: Haven't you been listening to Mr. Vincent? He hasn't earned it yet!

Rick: You and I have known Boog-man for a long time. And you and I both know he deserves it!

Eddie: Whatever.

Rick: Up next, fans, is our main event. Adam Knight vs. Buzz Tyler in Round One of the tournament to crown the next IWA Heavyweight Champion!

Rick: Welcome back!

Eddie: Heehee!

Rick: Folks, we've just received a huge announcement.

Eddie: Heeheeeheeehee!

(Eddie is particularly giddy.)

Rick: C'mon, calm down.

Eddie: I can't!

Rick: We've just received a message that we are told to pass on to everyone. Next week, live on Monday Night Rush, we will crown a brand new IWA Extreme champion!

Eddie: WOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Rick: That's right. We are gonna hold a big hardcore "Last Man Standing" rumble. Rules are, the last man standing gets the belt!

Eddie: For all those new fans... when we first brought in the IWA Extreme title, we had that same "Last Man Standing" match, involving about six guys, I do believe. That took place at the Shattered Bones PPV event.

Rick: Fabul ended up winning that historic match, by knocking out Neurosis.

Eddie: FABUL! FABUL! FABUL!

Rick: Stop that!

Eddie: I'm sorry. It's just that, I'm so excited about this match next week. So, who will be contending for the Extreme title?

Rick: No word as of yet to who the competitors will be. But I'll tell ya, they'll have to be tough!

Eddie: I hope they live up to the standards set by Fabul, who held the Extreme title for 4 months.

Rick: You heard it folks. Next week, "Last Man Standing" hardcore brawl for the IWA Extreme title!

Eddie: WOOOHOOOOO!

("Are You Gonna Go My Way" rips through the PA and the lights go out.)

Rick: That about means it's main event time!

(The Boos are deafening. The crowd hates him almost too much. After a couple of seconds a spotlight comes on at the entranceway. Buzz Tyler steps into the spotlight and the Boos are deafening. He slowly makes his way to the ring, stopping to jaw at some fans on the way. The spotlight follows him the whole way to the ring and when he gets into the ring and the chants of "Go Away Buzz" start up. Buzz looks extremely focused and pays no attention to the crowd before this huge match.)

Rick: These two both have high expectations in this tournament.

Eddie: Former IWA Champ and current NeWA World Tag Champ.

[The lights fade to black without warning, plunging the building into darkness. And then the words on the Loudspeaker, silencing the fans]

#One more time and youll be dead...
#Least I think thats what they said...
#Forty days wont break a man...
#It was a bullet in his head...

[Strobe lights begin to appear, focusing on the stage, the rampway the only area lit. As the fans watch in awe, smoke begins to fill the area, rising from the ground, as "Revolution Man" by Union Underground continues to play]

#There's something in the...
#Something in the way you were
#The pain so wrong my friend
#Revolution...revolution man
#Imagine all the people

[And then the atmosphere is cast away with a vicious explosion of blue fire at ringside. The smoke remains though, hanging low over the stage, the lights as well still dim, only the stage and ramp being illuminated. The music picks up now as well, losing it's contemplative tone from before]

#One more time and you'll be dead
#At least I think that's what they said
#Forty days won't break a man
#It was a bullet in his head

[And then, as the smoke begins to clear, the Revolution is there]

#Listen while I load my gun
#He said to me
#Something 'bout a chosen one
#It's comin' back to me
#Watch him while I taste the sun
#He said to me
#Something 'bout a chosen one
#You'll never be

[The words fade for a moment, the guitar break taking over for the time being. Cheers can be heard now over the arena as the form off Adam Knight is now fully visible. His muscular upper body is bare, showing the ill effects of the attack from Besolve and Diablo earlier. His trademark black leather jacket, nearly reaching the floor, hangs over his muscular form as well, the collar high on his neck. His black hair hangs over his forehead slightly, in front of his dark, intense eyes. His MWL State Title belt, along with the NWA Tag title belt strapped tightly around his waist as he stands there, just breathing, absorbing the atmosphere, his look one of deep focus]

#One last time your medicine
#Swallow hard and take it in
#Lucy's in the sky again
#Trippin' on her diamonds

[At this, Knight shakes himself seemingly out of his daze, and begins to walk down the rampway out from the smoke, breathing more heavilly now, looking like a man possessed, his intensity off the page]

#Listen while I load my gun
#He said to me
#Something 'bout a chosen one
#It's comin' back to me

[Knight continues walking, never making an acknowledgement of the screaming around him from the fans, his eyes locked on the ring, his jacket flowing around his form almost like a cloak]

#Watch him while I taste the sun
#He said to me
#Something 'bout a chosen one
#Look what youve done...

[The guitar break takes over again, longer this time as Knight turns the corner of the ring, pacing slowly around the ring, surveying his domain, passing the still silent commentators. Save for the ringside area, all is still darkness. Knight places his hand on the ringpost, as the music picks up again]

#Listen while I load my gun
#He said to me
#Something 'bout a chosen one
#It's comin' back to me

[Knight then climbs up to the apron, then on to the second turnbuckle outside the ring, acknowledging the fans for the first time tonight. He undoes both his title belts, then raises them high to the crowd, and as he lets out a scream of rage, the scream for him in return]

#Watch him while I taste the sun
#He said to me
#Something 'bout a chosen one
#Oh...Look what youve done...

[Knight then hops down off the turnbuckle, over the top rope and lands inside the ring. He moves into the center of the ring then, dropping his belts there. He quickly raises his right arm again to the crowd. The music goes into the final break, much faster now]

#Listen while I load my gun
#He said to me

#Look what youve done...

[Knight then brings his arm down violently, and the four ringposts explode with fire, huge columns of flame emitting from the posts]

#Something 'bout a chosen one
#It's comin' back to me

#Look what youve done...

[As the flames subside, the lights return on to normal in the arena, and Knight removes his jacket, tossing it to the side, moving to his corner, stretching, looking like a caged animal]

#Watch him while I taste the sun
#He said to me

#Look what youve done...

#Something 'bout a chosen one
#You'll never be

Eddie: I am psyched for a battle here.

Rick: Don't expect too much out of the wounded Adam Knight. That attack by Diablo and Besolve had to have taken it's toll.

Eddie: Hey... Adam started it!

(DING DING DING!)

(Knight is lightning fast to attack. Kicks to the gut. He starts with closed fist punches, rocking Buzz. Knight launches him in the ropes. He bounces back but is able to duck what looked to have been a devastating clothesline. Buzz spins around with a right hand, but it's blocked. The Revolution with a solid forearm shot, then a jawbreaker sending Buzz down.)

Eddie: Knight's really using his head here.

Rick: He probably shouldn't, after what Besolve and Diablo did to him earlier.

(Knight begins stomping on his opponent. Buzz escapes to the outside in heel fashion.)

Eddie: Knight is beating him down tonight! Glad to see it.

(Buzz yells at a fan, then addresses the whole crowd as "Assholes" to boos all around. But a baseball slide dropkick sends him crashing into the railing!)

Rick: That shut him up.

(Knight takes Buzz by the hair.)

Rick: This could get ugly. He's gonna smack his head off the railing.

Eddie: No! Buzz blocks it! Oh! Knight's head just bounced off the railing! That hurts.

(Again, Buzz sends Knight into the railing, then rolls him in.)

Eddie: I wanna see both these guys kill each other. And they damn well might.

(Buzz tosses Knight in the corner. He bounces out and a dropkick sends him flying back in. This time, he drops to the mat. Buzz takes a running start and hits a devastating dropkick to the head!)

Rick: What impact! That alone could have knocked him out.

(A cover, 1...................2............ Knight kicks out.)

Rick: A lot is on the line here. Both these men want to become the next IWA champion.

Eddie: Both these men will lose to Besolve if they win.

Rick: Darrel still has to win his match next week.

Eddie: Piece of cake. He is The Future, Rick.

(Buzz was a waistlock applied. He lifts Knight up and drops him with a suplex. Buzz bounces off the ropes and drops with a splash. He connects and hooks the legs.)

Rick: ONE.........TWO....... Not yet Buzz.

(Tyler back up. Knight is met with a stiff kick to the head back to his feet. It knocks him back. But, he pounces right back and clotheslines Buzz to hell!)

Rick: That was out of nowhere!

(Knight takes a breather real quick, and mounts back to his feet. He tosses Buzz into the ropes and a boot to the head sends him down. The crowd is getting behind Knight here. Buzz is up but dazed. Knight lifts him up and drops him with a sidewalk slam. Buzz again pops to his feet and he pays for it with a kick to the gut. Waistlock from Knight. He lifts him up and down with a big powerbomb! A cover from Knight.)

Rick: This could be it! ONE.............TWO............

(Buzz springs out. Knight wastes no time, going right back on offense. He locks in a full-nelson, pulls him up in the air and slams him back down!)

Eddie: Knight using his power advantage tonight. Buzz is feeling that slam, I'll tell ya.

(Knight grabs Buzz by the hair.)

Rick: Low blow by Tyler!

Eddie: The cheating bastard.

(Knight drops to the mat, like any man would do. Buzz gets back up. The crowd begins to boo, prompting Buzz to yell.)

Buzz: SHUT UP!

(Louder boos.)

(Buzz drags Knight up. Whip into the ropes. Buzz goes for a back body drop, but Knight leaps over with a sunset flip for the cover!)

Rick: 1.................2................ OH, that was close.

(Buzz pounces to his feet. Frustrated with Knight, he stomps on him like a madman, keeping him ground. Buzz drops down and chokes him viciously. The ref forces the break. But Buzz simply returns to choking him, and the crowd boos as a result.)

Eddie: Something's wrong, Rick. I... I like watching Knight get choked... but it's Buzz Tyler doing the choking! I need therapy... badly.

Rick: You're weird.

Eddie: I just hope they break each others legs, so long as Buzz goes away for good, just like we always say.

(Now, Buzz applies an armbar, and reels back like he's pulling a truck.)

Rick: Look at Buzz! He's just angry, now.

Eddie: Knight is scrambling!

(He grabs a hold of the rope in time. Buzz is relunctant to release the hold, but he eventually does. Knight gets to a knee but Tyler stomps him in the face!)

Rick: That'll bruise.

(He drags Knight to the center of the ring and begins wrenching back on the head.)

Eddie: The recliner!

Rick: Buzz is keeping Knight grounded, taking away his power advantage.

Eddie: He's also working on that sore neck. Buzz showing intelligence? Unpossible!

Rick: IM-possible, Eddie.

(Knight is struggling, fighting the pain. His neck must be hurting badly. He quickly realizes an escape.)

Eddie: Knight grabs Buzz's ankle. He's trying to counter this.

Rick: He pulls Buzz down! And now he's got an ankle lock! Listen to the crowd!

(But Buzz scrambles to the ropes, saving himself. He pulls himself back up and returns to the attack on Knight. A knee to the head stuns The Revolution. Then, a sleeper hold.)

Rick: He's got a sleeper locked on in the center of the ring!

(Not for long! Knight drops down, bouncing his own head off Buzz's jaw. Buzz hops around holding his mouth, then turns around to Knight.)

Rick: The TKO! Knight just rocked Buzz with the TKO! This is it!

Eddie: No! Knight is down too. He dug down for that one and he has to wait for the tank to refill.

(Slowly, Knight crawls over to Buzz, and drapes his arm over his chest. The crowd counts loudly.)

Crowd: ONE!

Crowd: TWO!

Crowd: THREE!

Rick: NO! No! Buzz kicks out. So close.

(Both men stay down for a few seconds. But Knight then gets back up, albeit very slowly. He's holding his hurt neck. Buzz gets up and charges Knight. But Adam ducks a clothesline. A go-behind and a beautiful German suplex. Buzz climbs back up and an Irish whip sends him into the corner. A big splash follows! Knight now takes Buzz down with a side Russian legsweep.)

Eddie: Nationalities rule!

(Knight points to the top rope, and the crowd pops.)

Rick: Look's like Knight is going upstairs.

(Knight climbs up to the top. He turns around to find Buzz on his feet. Tyler quickly crotches him on the turnbuckle.)

Rick: Oh! That didn't pay off for Knight.

(Buzz pulls him over his shoulder. He wraps his arms around Knight's waist and jumps forward, driving his entire body hard into the mat.)

Rick: The BUZZSWAW!

Eddie: He hit the Buzzsaw! No!

....................ONE......................

....................TWO......................

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

Rick: He got hi... NO! Adam Knight kicked out of the Buzzsaw! How the hell did he do that?

Eddie: I don't know, but it's a good thing! They aren't done kickin' each others ass!

(Buzz is irate. He gets to his feet, screaming at the ref. The ref screams right back.)

Rick: It's not the ref's fault, Buzz.

(Smack!)

Eddie: Buzz just slapped the ref in the face!

Rick: You can't do that!

(The ref holds his face in immediate pain. Buzz continues to scream two inches from his face.)

Eddie: What a bastard this Buzz Tyler is.

(Now, the ref yells back again! The crowd pops large!)

Rick: You tell him, ref!

Eddie: What's this guys name, anyway?

Rick: Ah, no one cares.

(Buzz grabs the ref by the throat. He holds his fist back ready to swing.)

Rick: Don't do it, Buzz! You'll get DQed!

(And from behind, a big neckbreaker from Adam Knight!)

Rick: Knight saves the day.

Eddie: Now kick Buzz's ass some more!

(Although he didn't hear Eddie, Knight does what he said. Stiff boots to the head from Knight. But, he pauses briefly to tend to his wounds. Back on the attack, he drags Buzz Tyler back to his feet.)

Rick: Knight whips Buzz into the ropes with authority, BIG clothesline there, folks!

(And now, the fans boo?)

Eddie: Hey now! Here comes trouble.

(Trouble, or so he was refereed to as, is Darrel Besolve. He is walking to the ring wearing a white dress shirt and black slacks. His hair is combed and he has recovered from the backstage attack. The pace in his step is leisurely; he isn�t in a hurry to get to the ring.)

Rick: This is not good. Knight is so focused on the Buzzer that he hasn�t even noticed Besolve�s approach.

(Adam, in a great display of strength, hoists Buzz high in the air for a gorilla press slam. He turns after the move, finally resting his eyes on �The Future�. Darrel, still moving ever so slowly, smirks at Adam.)

Darrel: How you doing, kid?

(Adam approaches the ropes, looking as though he were ready to pounce on Darrel.)

Rick: Watch out!

(Buzz dropkicks Adam right in the back, sending him up and over the top ropes. Buzz tries to go after him, but is held back by the referee.)

Eddie: Get him, Darrel. Get him!

(There will be no getting. Darrel stands still when Knight hits the outside. With amazing composure, he folds his hands in front of him and adorns a cold stare toward The Revolution.)

Eddie: What�s going on here?

Rick: Who knows? Darrel is getting less predictable by the day.

(Buzz pushes past the referee and reaches out, grabbing Adam by the hair. He lifts Knight to the ring apron. Buzz hooks him in a front face lock. He is looking to suplex him into the ring. Buzz lifts�)

Eddie: No!

(Blocked by Knight. Buzz tries again.)

Rick: This doesn�t look good for Buzz.

(Knight jumps backward, snapping Buzz�s throat against the top ropes. As Adam�s feet hit the concrete, Buzz�s back hits the mat. Knight jumps onto the apron with surprising agility for a guy his size. As though that weren�t enough, he catapults himself over the top rope!)

Rick: Big splash from Knight and I do mean BIG!

(Darrel is standing directly outside the ring, looking directly at Knight as he makes the cover.)

1�

Rick: We have a winner�

2�

Eddie: NO! The master of the Buzz Saw kicked out!

(Darrel laughs, which only produces a snarl from Adam. He lifts Buzz to his feet, punching him in the gut to double him over.)

Rick: Adam could be looking for the Knight Fall. If he hits this, the match is over.

(Adam heaves Buzz into the air, upon which time Darrel slides quietly into the ring at the opposite corner. Crowd boos heavily)

Rick: The referee is focused on Knight.

(Knight throws Buzz down�)

Eddie: WOW!

(At the same time as Adam hits the Knight Fall, Darrel clotheslines the ref down.)

Eddie: Darrel almost killed the senior official with that clothesline.

Rick: Besolve is famous for the force in those clothesline, a non-wrestler doesn�t stand a chance against one.

(Sure enough, the ref is down and out. Before Knight knows what is happening, Darrel kicks him in the ribs. Adam shuffles, alert now to the danger, and tries to get to his feet. Darrel launches another kick to his ribs.)

Rick: Every time Knight gets near a vertical base, Darrel drives him back down. What the hell is Besolve out to prove? Diablo and he already pummeled Adam in the backstage area.

Eddie: Are you kidding me? Adam attacked Darrel, now The Future is looking for some payback.

(With Adam laying face down, Darrel jumps into the air, driving his knee into the back of Knight�s ribs; near his kidneys.)

(Crowd pops like wild fire as an image appear on the IWA-Tron)

Rick: HERE COMES BLADE! Adam Knight�s stable mate is in the house! He is sprinting like a man possessed.

(Blade is nearing the entrance ramp�)

Eddie: And there goes Blade!

(The crowd rises to their feet, erupting in boos.)

Rick: NO! NO!

(The former NeWA North American Champion just flat-lined Blade with chair. The force of Blade run, coupled with Diablo�s incredible strength, made for a helluva impact.)

Eddie: Did you hear that?

Rick: Blade is busted wide open and he looks hurt!

(Diablo is sprinting from the back, on some unknown mission.)

Eddie: Is he after Besolve or Knight?

Rick: I would say Knight after what he did to Blade.

Eddie: Who is to say that he didn�t just see Blade as �in his way?�

(The real life monster tosses the chair to the side, ascending onto the ring apron easily and then throwing his light leg over the top rope.)

Rick: Not again, Knight has had enough!

Eddie: Shut your hole, Knight asked for this.

(Darrel, not noticing the approaching beast, jumps for another knee drop. This time as he rises to his feet, he sees Victor. Darrel immediately takes a step forward, in a rare instance having to look up to stare at another man. Mandrake-Besolve eye to eye.)

Rick: Hit record on the VCR, folks, this is going to be good!

(The two stand emotionless for a moment, studying one another.)

Eddie: Don�t get your hopes up just yet�

(Darrel, sensing no real animosity, takes a step back and motions toward Adam.)

Darrel: There is enough to go around.

(Diablo goes past Darrel)

Rick: That son of a bitch. Besolve set this up.

Eddie: Don�t be so melodramatic; Knight has a lot of enemies.

(Diablo easily lifts Knight to his feet. Darrel retreats to a neutral corner, surveying the situation. The Immortal One grabs Adam by the throat, walking him forward. In one swift and fluid motion, Diablo raises and lowers Adam in a horrendous chokeslam.)

Eddie: HOLY COW! Diablo picked him up like a baby. What a guy!

(The referee begins to stir, but not very much.)

Rick: This is insane! We have a match going on.

Eddie: This has become more than a match, Rick.

(All of a sudden, a HUGE crowd pop.)

Rick: You're kidding me! Look who it is!

(The Boog-Man! The Worlds Original comes charging like Donovan Bailey down the aisle!)

Eddie: This is gettin' intense! I can't handle this!

(Boog grabs the ringbell. He sneaks in the ring, behind Besolve and Diablo.)

Eddie: Turn around! Turn the hell around!

(Darrel does. BAM!)

Rick: Besolve just got whacked!

(At the sound of the bell, Diablo spins around. Boog kicks him in the stomach. And, has time for a quick smile.)

(THWACK!)

Eddie: Boog-man just interefered! Who's allowing this?

Rick: SHUT UP, EDDIE!

(Buzz gets up, still quite dazed. He notices the carnage that has happened, and turns around, confused. He sees Boog-man. Buzz swings, and a miss! Boog kicks him in the gut, and with the force of a tidal wave, swings!)

(CRACK!)

Eddie: Now THAT, I approve!

(Boog notices the ref struggling to his feet. He tosses the bell out of the ring, and rolls Knight over Buzz.)

Rick: Look at this... He's helping Knight!

Eddie: NO! Knight's gonna win........ wait a sec... Knight's gonna win... that means... Buzz is gonna lose...

Eddie: SWEEEEEEEET!!!

(The ref turns slowly, really slowly.)

Rick: This is it!

.................ONE

Rick: ........

.................TWO

Eddie: . . . . . . . .

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

Eddie: YES!

(The crowd is in a frenzy! Eddie, aswell, is in a frenzy.)

Rick: Adam Knight wins! He moves on!

Eddie: Thank you, Boog-man! I now only mildly hate you!

Rick: Uh oh. Look out, Boog!

(Besolve from behind grabs Boog-man's neck.)

Rick: A neckbreaker! Vicious looking.

(The crowd is instantly silenced.)

Eddie: Nice! I win on all accounts, here!

Rick: It's not done yet, Eddie!

(Off the top rope flies Blade! He lands a missile dropkick, taking Besolve to the mat. The crowd pops!)

Rick: Turn around, Wallace!

Eddie: Stare at the ground, Wallace!

(Blade turns around, only to be grabbed by the throat.)

Eddie: Diablo has him by the neck!

Rick: No! Calib Wallace kicks him down south! Nice counter!

(But Besolve has gotten back up. He knocks Blade with a hard right.)

Rick: Darrel stops that! And here comes Diablo again!

Eddie: Chokeslam! Ouch!

(Blade is down! Besolve smiles, pointing to the top rope.)

Rick: What now? This has to end!

(Besolve sits on the top rope. Diablo drags Adam Knight up, and hands him to Besolve.)

Eddie: Oh boy! I'm giddy!

(HUGE Powerbomb! Knight is destroyed!)

Rick: OH MY GOD! THAT WAS DISGUSTING!

Eddie: Knight looks like hell!

("The Future" Darrel Besolve and Diablo both stand tall in the ring. Carnage surrounds them. The boos are overwhelming.)

(Copyright laws. The scene cuts to the IWA logo. And in a flash, we are gone.)