("Hillbilly Shoes" hits the PA. Fans react fairly positively to the country music playing. Out steps Seth Christopher. The man who upset Buzz Tyler heads to the ring, looking confident.)

Rick: Tonight, we will find out if his win over Buzz Tyler was a fluke win, or a sign of things to come.

Eddie: It was neither. My sister can beat Buzz Tyler.

(Seth enters the ring. He does a little stretching.)

(The lights fade...)

(The initial choppy guitar of "Shortstop" by Steve Taylor begins, and the fans stand to see the man about to walk out of the entrance...)

Rick: Here he is...

(The World's Original Boog-man)

(He steps out, arms raised, wearing his usual - forest green t-shirt cut off at the sleeves, black jean shorts, and Wolverine hiking boots.)

Eddie: A lot riding on this match for Boog.

(Green pyro explodes behind him, and he looks back with a smile on his face, and then high-fives a few fans and dives underneath the bottom rope into the ring.)

Rick: And here we go.

(The bell sounds, and they two lock up. Boog with a side headlock. Seth shoves him into the ropes. Boog bounces back and collides with Seth, sending him down. Seth pops back up and Boog connects with a right hand. He tosses Seth into the ropes. Christopher bounces back to a dropkick, taking him to the mat. Seth, still fresh, returns to his feet quickly. Boog-man meets him up, and a knife-edge chop sends Seth into the ropes. Boog with another stiff chop before launching his opponent back into the ropes. Boog ducks for a back-body drop.)

Rick: Sunset flip for Christopher, 1.............2........... No.

Eddie: Boog went down too early there.

(Both men pounce to their feet. Boog swings with a right, but it's ducked. A waistlock from Seth, and a beautiful German suplex takes him down. Seth rises and allows his opponent to become vertical before rocking him with a European uppercut. Seth hits an Atomic drop, then drops The Boog-Man face first on the mat. Seth flips over and quickly applies an arm-bar submission.)

Rick: Christopher displaying his technical abilities here, grounding Boog.

Eddie: But look at Boog scramble! He reaches the ropes.

Rick: Now the ref breaking up the hold. And Seth getting back to his feet returning to the attack.

(Christopher begins stomping on his opponent. Boog fights through the boots and powers his way to his feet. Seth swings, but it's blocked. Boog-man with a right hand, knocking the sense out of Christopher. Boog bounces off the ropes and drops Seth with a furious looking clothesline. He drops the leg across the neck of Seth and hooks the legs.)

Rick: ONE............TWO............ Kickout.

(Boog drags Seth back up, but Christopher rakes his face. Seth throws Boog's arm over his head and hits an inverted spinebuster. Christopher brings the World's Original up, and throws him into the ropes. Boog comes flying back with a burst of strength and tackles Christopher down. Boog starts pumbling Seth with right hands, popping the crowd.)

Eddie: Boog is on fire!

Rick: Everytime Seth gets in some offense, Boog comes right back. Christopher can't get a clear advantage.

(Boog drags Christopher up. He gets in some more shots to the ribs and follows it up with an inverted DDT. Boog hops on the second rope and leaps off with a huge knee to the body. He follows it up with a lateral press.)

(ONE.................TWO..................no.)

Rick: Vicious knee. Thought it was over.

Eddie: That's cuz you're a dumbass.

Rick: Will you shut up?

(Boog throws Seth, but it's reversed and Christopher collides his knee into Boog's stomach. Seth grabs Boog by the hair and tosses him over the top rope. Christopher grabs a hold of the top rope, and springs himself over with a splash.)

Rick: Seth is sacrificing his body!

Eddie: He takes Boog down hard!

Rick: Christopher seems quite proud of himself there, getting in some heavy offense.

(Seth enters the ring, seemingly with a sore back from the fall. He hops onto the top rope, and perches there, waiting. Eventually, Boog is back up to his feet. And Seth leaps with another splash. But Boog moves.)

(SMACK!)

Eddie: Damn! Did you hear the sound of Seth hitting the floor?

Rick: That was brutal. Just brutal.

(Boog pulls Seth up, who is in loads of pain. Boog tosses him in the ring. They both climb to their feet, but Seth doesn't have a clue where he is. Boog hits a right, then another. Then, he spins around for momentum and swings with a third right.)

Rick: Seth falls down. Boog just cracked the ref!

(The ref falls down hard, and rolls out of the ring. Boog is shocked.)

Eddie: Uh oh.

(The crowd bursts into boos. And we soon see why. Buzz Tyler has made his way into the ring.)

Rick: Uh oh is right.

(Buzz spins Boog around and swings with a right. But Boog ducks it. He smokes Buzz with a hard punch sending him reeling. The crowd is cheering loudly as Boog connects with a series of hard rights.)

Rick: Buzz's attack is backfiring!

(That's when Buzz drops to his knees.)

Eddie: Stiff low blow from Buzz!

(Buzz hops to his feet and DDT's Boog down. Buzz now looks at Christopher, an evil smirk on his face. He drags Christopher up and shoves his head between his legs.)

Rick: Payback for his previous loss?

(Buzz lifts him up and drops him with the Buzzsaw! The crowd is booing. Buzz just laughs.)

Rick: Why does he have to interfere?

Eddie: Why does he have to breath? Get him outta here.

(Like on cue, Boog-man returns to his feet. Buzz turns around and ducks a right hand. Buzz scampers out of the ring and runs up the aisle, leaving Boog-man screaming from in the ring.)

Eddie: At least he's leaving.

(Buzz exits through the entranceway. Boog turns around, and sees Christopher lying motionless on the mat. He springs off the ropes and drops a devastating elbow to the heart!)

Rick: Elbow of Annihilation!

Eddie: The ref is back in the ring.

(Boog hooks the legs. 1.................2................3!)

Rick: Boog wins! He advances into the semi finals, already featuring Adam Knight and Adam Burke.

("Summertime In The Void" by I Mother Earth hits the system, cutting off Boog's "Shortstop" theme.)

Eddie: Here comes Mr. Vincent.

(Seconds later, President Vincent steps onto the ramp. Looking confident in his nice suit, he pulls out a mic from his inside pocket.)

Vincent: Congratulations are in order, Boog. Or, are they?

Rick: What?

Vincent: Yeah, you did beat Seth tonight, but did you earn a North American title shot? I don't think so. Not quite yet, anyway. I mean, if it wasn't for Buzz Tyler Seth probably woulda beat you.

(Boos from the crowd. Boog stands in the ring, breathing heavily, with a disgruntled look upon his face.)

Rick: This is ridiculous. Boog-man dominated this match.

Vincent: It's unfortunate. I was thinking of giving you a break if you beat Seth. But, this display was mediocre at best. Hardly deserving of an NWF Intercalifornia title shot, nevermind an NeWA North American title shot.

Eddie: Intercali...wha?

Rick: That's The Wizard's title.

Eddie: Oh.

Vincent: So Boog. Here's what's gonna happen. In the coming weeks, you're gonna have to prove your worth in stages. The first stage is consistency. You have to prove you can succeed time and time again. The second stage is endurance. An NeWA North American champion has to go 100% bell to bell, no matter how long. And the third, and final stage, is loyalty. If you are to be given an NA title shot you must prove that you will wrestle, not just for youself, but for the IWA. The promotion that gave you the world!

(Jeers from the fans. Disapproval all around.)

Rick: This man is an asshole.

Eddie: Yeah, but only to the Boog-man, which makes it alright.

Vincent: After successfully completing those simple tasks, you will be granted your title shot. Do you agree?

(Boog is handed a mic. He glares at the crowd, and gets a pop out of them before speaking.)

Boog: I told you last week, Mike, that I take what you throw at me, and hurl in right back at you... with a smile on my face! I accept your pathetic offer.

(The crowd cheers. Vincent has a smile on his face.)

Vincent: Good, good. In that case, next week is your first test. The test of consistency. You will be competing in a series of three matches, to take place consecutively. In order to pass this test you have to win them all.

(This prompts boos from the audience.)

Vincent: And before you ask... your opponents will be made public immediately prior to each match.

(More boos.)

Vincent: Good luck, Boogster.

(Vincent's theme, "Summertime in the Void" plays again. He exits through the curtains. A shot of Boog. He wears an angry smile on his face.)

Rick: This is stupid. Boog has 3 matches next week!

(We return to a darkened arena.)

Rick: We're back... but, it's dark!

Eddie: Have we been payin' our bills?

(Suddenly, the sound of thunder rips through the arena. Lightning flashes on the screen accompanied by flickering lights, barely illuminating the arena.)

Eddie: Wow. That's loud! Turn it off!

(The sound dies down, and an erie voice is heard over the PA.)

Voice: IWA, I am here to free your minds and I am going to start with the one who has been a mainstay in the IWA for ever and a day. Our careers have paralleled for a very long time now and it is time to take the invasion to your backyard, just like you did mine a long time ago. Do you feel it yet? Do you feel like you have been here before? Before it is all said and done you will know why I picked the name Deja Vu because I am coming for you and you will know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am going to be the one to prove to you and everyone else here in the IWA as well as the NeWA that the changing of the guard has not yet taken place.

Rick: There's a few hints.

Eddie: That doesn't help me any.

Rick: You're an idiot, though.

Eddie: Does it help you?

Rick: Well... not really.

Eddie: Then shut up!

Voice: You know who you are, and you know who I am; you just haven't admitted it to yourself yet. Do you feel it yet? That feeling that you have been there once before, that feeling of "Deja Vu"?

(The lights return to normal. At that moment the masked wrestler known simply as Deja Vu makes his way from the back and towards the ring, mic in hand. The voice was his, if it wasn't apparent. He speaks.)

Deja Vu: Can you feel it even now? You know who you are and you know why I am here. It is only going to be a matter of time before the unveiling takes place and the throne of the wrestling world taken away from you and given back to the ones that it rightfully belongs to.

(The big screen comes alive with shots of an unknown wrestling ring, in an unknown setting. Unknown maybe to everyone excect the one that this is intended for.)

Deja Vu: Does this look familiar yet? I know that you have seen this place before.

(Deja Vu is in the ring.)

Deja Vu: Tonight is going to be yet another step taken by me to show you of the forcast of things to come. You have revelled in the easiness of the IWA for too long. Here everyone fears you because of simply the name but not because of what you can or can't do any longer. I on the other hand I don't fear you, you see I never have. I have already beaten you countless times and you know it. But the most important one came at the biggest PPV of both of our careers. Is that a hint? Why don't you take the time to figure it out? I am sure that you know exactly what I am talking about. The time for proving it to you again is slowly coming and there isn't anything that you can do to prevent it.

(The camera zooms back to show the surroundings of a huge arena that is empty right now.)

Deja Vu: That was the place where it all happened. The place where I beat you and took away something that meant a great deal to you. But, that was only the beginning because I intend on doing the same thing right here in the IWA and it will begin with the IWA Extreme Title.

(The camera zooms in close on Deja Vu but you can still make out some of the big screen, where Deja Vu stands as well. See the irony... of Deja Vu?)

Deja Vu: It had been said before that I couldn't be extreme enough? It had been said before that I could never be better than you, but that was because people forgot about the past. So I am here to show them that the past and the future aren't too far apart. Evan Hurley, Chris Fury, Mike Barcode, and The Wizard; you four have gotten caught up in something completely beyond your control because of something that happened many years ago. It is about something much more than just titles, it is about respect, and it is about the proper place in the world of professional wrestling. The time for the four of you occurs tonight.

(Deja Vu looks dead into the camera as if to have single out the one individual that he had been talking about ever since arriving in the IWA.)

Deja Vu: And your time is coming soon enough. Don't look to the front office to figure out who I am because I made sure that they would never know. But you will know who I am soon enough.

(The camera stares deeply into Deja Vu's eyes. Deja Vu stares deeply back.)

Deja Vu: Yes, you will know soon enough

Rick: Who the hell is this guy?

(Cut backstage.)

(Adam Knigth is at a pop machine. But there seems to be little selection.)

Adam: Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew, Mountain Dew... it's all Dew! What's wrong with this company?

(He grabs his change, unwilling to drink the Dew. Suddenly, from behind comes Buzz Tyler with a chair.)

(SMACK!)

Rick: Buzz Tyler with a cheap shot!

Eddie: Why won't he listen to me? I'm trying to help him. Go away! You aren't doing any good!

(Buzz smack talks Adam for awhile, when James Knight runs into the scene.)

Rick: Here comes Adam's brother, the Jackal, weilding a chair of his own!

(Buzz decides to take the easy way out, dropping the chair and scampering away, laughing. The Jackal tends to his brother.)

Adam: That bastard's gonna pay.

(Cut to ringside.)

Rick: Here we go ladies and gents; this next match is going to be one hell of a technical match up.

Eddie: �The Tiger� Adam Burke taking on a former IWA Champion in Gary Brown!

Rick: What, no witty comment about the match?

Eddie: Nope, I�m tired right now.

Rick: I . . . I . . . no come on, Gary is going to win!

Eddie: Well, that�s how you see it I guess, the best of luck to him.

Rick: NO, this isn�t right!

Eddie: And here comes Gary Brown!

Rick: You're fired!

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

Eddie: Gary looks pumped!

(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 unusually calm and focused Burke, and some even chant along to the lyrics. Adam examines the crowd, removes his shades, and throws them into the crowd, and gives the arena a double fisted salute.)

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

(Adam descends the entrance ramp and high fives fans on the way down.)

#And the last known survivor / Stalks his prey in the night / And he's watching us all with the eye, of the tiger. Rising up to the challenge of our rival

(Burke somersaults over the ropes, and climbs up the turnbuckle, raising his fist in the air.)

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

(DING DING DING.)

Eddie: Here we go Brown and Burke are circling each other.

Rick: And they lock up, Gary whips Adam into a side headlock wrenching hard on Adam�s neck.

Eddie: That can�t be good, my sources tell me that Adam is still really hurt, particularly his neck, from his match with �Violent� Evan Hurley last week.

Rick: Good call. Adam escapes and whips Brown into the ropes . . . � Turn Neck Breaker, Brown is DOWN on the mat! Adam not missing a beat and is up on the top rope!

(Adam signals to the completely pumped fans. And takes a flying leap on top of his opponent.)

Rick: O WOW, Moonsault from Burke, Brown is reeling. Burke attempts continuing the assault but Brown deftly maneuver and lock Burke up in a Half Boston Crab!

Eddie: Brown showing this crowd why he�s an IWA legend!

(Burke slowly but surly inches his way to the rope breaking the hold, both men on their respective feet Brown again goes after Burke with stiff closed fists square on Adam�s head.)

Rick: Hey now that�s cheating, closed fists ref, closed fists!

Eddie: O shut up and let these guys go at it will ya?

(With Adam backed up into the turnbuckle Brown begins some hard knife edge chops on Adams chest, with each impact the crowd gives a huge WHOOOO. This continues for a bit till Adam pushes Gary away.)

Rick: With force Adam breaks away from Gary Browns attack.

Eddie: Adam is one resolute man folks; he�s not going down without a fight.

Rick: And Burke whipped Brown hard into the turnbuckle, what an impact.

(Adam sets Gary Brown up top, and sits him down on the turnbuckle. Brown is out of it, and is just wobbling. The crowd is getting pretty pumped as �The Tiger� leans down in the ring in a karate stance. Adam leans back, and thrusts his leg up high, �The Tiger's Claw!� The Superkick hits Brown square in the chest, and sends him flying off of the turnbuckle, to the outside.)

Eddie: I don't believe it! Adam hit that Superkick on Gary Brown when he was up that high! What a devastating impact!

Rick: Gary Brown just tumbled over, right onto his face on the outside; I think his head hit the stairs! Too bad Adam can't pin on the outside, but I still don't think Brown will be getting up anytime soon.

(Adam crouches and waits for Brown to get to his feet.)

Rick: Gary Brown finally gets to his feet.

Eddie: SUICIDE DIVE FROM ADAM! Gary is back on the cold unforgiving arena floor. I think Adam hurt himself on that move as well.

(After a long wait both men crawl back into the ring. Each slowly get to their feet. Gary turns around to face Adam only to be greeted with . . . )

Eddie: TIGER�S CLAW!!!

Rick: Gary Brown is OUT COLD!!!

(The ref counts.)

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

Eddie: Adam Burke won! He beat Gary Brown! That has to be considered an upset.

Rick: �The Tiger� Adam Burke is STILL undefeated! Will this kid EVER lose?

Eddie: Next week on Rush is his biggest test to date in the IWA, as he faces Adam Knight in the IWA title semi-finals.

Rick: Adam Knight is one of the favorites. But, I tell ya, Burke has been unbelievable thus far. He's impressing me.

Eddie: Next week is when he needs to impress me the most....what the?

[An overwhelming reaction stops Eddie short.]

Eddie: Tanis!

[The Nighthawk steps out into the ring area without the benefit of music or fanfare. He comes as expected: black and red tights, leather jacket, shades, microphone.]

Rick: Byron Tanis! We haven't seen him since he assaulted -- I can think of no other word for it -- Monty Clark two weeks ago on Rush.

Eddie: Because he lost to Buzz. And now he's gotta tag with Buzz. Whaaaa!

Rick: Sit down, Eddie.

[Tanis stops short of the aisle, and brings the microphone to his face.]

Tanis: We've had 100 and some episodes of Rush. I haven't missed many. But two weeks ago . . .

[The Nighthawk stops. He grits his teeth, and speaks just a bit TOO calmly.]

Tanis: You pinned me, Buzz. But don't you ever fucking say you beat me.

["RAAAH!"]

Tanis: Spare me your cheers. I don't have time for them any longer. [a pause] I've come out here tonight to thank you, Buzz Tyler. You've reminded me what this game is about. I got so caught up in Monty's fucking show and glitz and bullshit that I forgot what I used to do. What I used to be about. No, not winning, though that certainly came with it. No one outmaneuvered me. No one out thought me. Not in the ring, and not out of it. A year away from anything makes anyone forget. I've remembered, and being pinned by you was what did it, Buzz. It might have been the best thing that ever happened to me, when all is said and done.

[Tanis paces, absent-mindedly. He's always done this.]

Tanis: I cleaned the slate when I hit Monty Clark in the face. I felt like myself.

[A smattering of boos from Windsor.]

Tanis: That worm deserved what he got!

[And that gets them. The boos rain down upon Byron now. He waits them out.]

Tanis: I've only just begun. Adam, James? You two are the first, in a long, long time, to see and FEEL just what it is to be up against . . . the Lord of the Ring.

[The faintest of grins precedes Tanis pocketing the microphone, and pacing right back through the curtain and out of sight.]

Eddie: No 'Be on the look out because the hawk is watching'?!

Rick: The Lord of the Ring? The hell?

Eddie: I'm shocked and appalled. Shocked and appalled.

Rick: We need to cut to a break.

Eddie: Salutations!

Rick: Moments ago, we saw the return of the Lord of the Ring!

Eddie: And the apparent death of The Nighthawk.

Rick: Tanis has become ruthless and bitter over the past few weeks, and he's at a boiling point.

Eddie: We just have to wait to see how this figures into our big tag team match later on.

(We cut backstage. Prez Vincent, accompanied by the freakishly huge bodyguard, Nailz. The crowd boos. Vincent and Nailz walk in the halls, and past a snack table, with a figure hiding underneath.)

Rick: Hey, that's The Wizard underneath that table!

Eddie: WOOOOOOO!

(As Vincent and Nailz pass by, The Wizard leaps up right behind them, and screams, "POOF!" Vincent and Nailz turn around. They are confused.)

Vincent: Yes, Wizard?

The Wizard: Listen The Wizard doesn't talk, so don't make me talk anymore.

Vincent: You talk in roleplays all the time.

The Wizard: I only talk in roleplays, I don't talk on cards.

Vincent: Why's that?

(The Wizard thinks about the question.)

The Wizard: Just remember, I don't talk, walk, or say things. POOF!

(With that, The Wizard runs rapidly down the hall. Vincent is scratching his head.)

(Cut back to ringside.)

Eddie: WOOOOOOOO!

Rick: That's good stuff, right there.

Eddie: It sure is.

Rick: Up next, we have a high profile match.

Eddie: It pins two of the IWA's biggest stars in a tournament match.

Rick: "The Future" Darrel Besolve has been increasingly... well, shall I say... evil, these past few weeks.

Eddie: Not so much evil. I'd say, and angry and vengeful.

Rick: Well, whatever you want to call him... he's gonna have to go threw Matt "Showtime" Saunders. Matt is the HCWF Heavyweight champ and the IWA Cruiserweight champ. This guy has a ton of potential that is just starting to be tapped in to. This match will be intense, I'll bet.

# Word up son, word...

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

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

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

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

[Boom.]

# Check it out now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Saunders is now at the ring. He steps inside and climbs up the turnbuckle. He raises both his arms high to another ovation for the crowd. He takes his title off and hands it over to the referee.]

Rick: Matt Saunders awaits his opponent patiently.

Eddie: He's in for quite the test.

#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 boos, before an arrival. 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 heat from the fans.)

Eddie: This guy went from being loved by all to being hated by all. That's impressive.

(Teddy Valentine steps out to accompany Darrel. Teddy is wearing a black suit with a white shirt underneath. He doesn't change for shows, apparently.)

Rick: This will be a close one. The IWA title is a major prize, and both men want it.

(Darrel climbs to the ring, and enters. The laser lights stop flashing and normal elevated spotlights are used. Besolve stares deep in Matt's eyes as he cracks his neck.)

Rick: That is a sick look in Darrel's eyes.

Eddie: Both guys are ready. I'm ready. Let's do this.

(DING DING DING!)

(The two quickly lock up. Darrel overpowers Saunders, forcing him into the corner. Saunders spins around and chops Darrel on the chest, hard. Another chop is blocked and Darrel reverses it. Now a hard chop from Darrel. And a second one, outdoing the first. And a third tough looking chop.)

Eddie: Man, that'll bruise.

(Darrel with an Irish whip, sending Saunders into the opposite corner. Besolve charges but Saunders sticks up the elbow, connecting with Darrel's head. Saunders hops on the second rope and leaps off. But Darrel catches him, powerslaming him to the mat. A hook of the legs, 1..............2............ kickout from Saunders. Both men return to their feet. Darrel with a forearm, taking the Cruiserweight champ out of an attack. Besolve drives his shoulder into Saunders' stomach, and crashing him into the corner. Besolve now throws Saunders in the ropes. He comes back, right into a Gorilla press.)

Rick: Look at the strength displayed here. Besolve has Saunders high above his head.

(Besolve drops Saunders face first. The crowd is booing. Darrel begins stomping on Saunders, until Matt climbs to his feet. Saunders comes fighting back with a right hand to the temple, but Darrel regains the advantage with a thumb to the eye.)

Rick: Blatant illegal move there. But, in this high-profile match, I think it'll take more than that to get a DQ.

Eddie: A lot more.

(Besolve hooks Saunders up and sends him for the ride with a belly-to-belly. Saunders crawls to the corner, and Darrel stomps him until he's still.)

Rick: Darrel now choking Saunders with his boot.

Eddie: That's illegal too.

(Besolve shoves away the ref, and receives a warning for it. Saunders pulls himself up to his feet. Besolve swings, but Matt ducks it. He shoves Darrel into the corner and hits a series of forearm shots. Saunders bounces off the ropes, and bulldogs Darrel to the mat. He hops onto the second rope and leaps off with a flying legdrop. It connects. Matt covers.)

(ONE............TWO...........No.)

Rick: Saunders knows he has to use his speed and agility advantage to beat Besolve.

Eddie: He has to go airborn.

(Matt waits for Besolve to get up, and springboards off the ropes, connecting with a dropkick. Darrel rolls out of the ring. Saunders comes sliding out baseball style, but Darrel moves. He meets Saunders with a hard right hand, knocking Saunders down.)

Eddie: What a hard right hand that was.

(Saunders gets back up, only to be thrown head first into the ringpost. Darrel tosses Matt back in the ring.)

Rick: Darrel is intense tonight!

(Back in, Darrel tosses Saunders into the corner. Matt bounces back into a devastating cradled Death Valley Driver. A cover.)

Rick: This could be it!

(ONE............TWO.......... Saunders pops the shoulder up. Darrel brings Matt back up and throws him back in the corner, charging. But Saunders hops onto the turnbuckles and flips backwards over Darrel. Darrel turns around into a dropkick. Besolve bounces out of the corner into a flapjack from Saunders. Matt now springs off the ropes connecting with an Asai moonsault!)

Rick: Now the crowd comes alive.

Eddie: The crowd sucks.

(Saunders drives his knee into Darrel's spine, and pulls back on the arms, slowing the match down. But, Besolve gets his foot on the bottom rope, forcing the break.)

Rick: Darrel was lucky there.

Eddie: Luck? That's not what I'd call it.

(Saunders is off his opponent, and Besolve returns up. Saunders behind with a waistlock. He goes for a suplex, but Darrel holds the ropes, then counters with a snapmare. Darrel rolls out of the ring and grabs Saunders' legs. He pulls the Cruiserweight champion to the corner of the ring.)

Rick: What's he have planned here?

(Besolve rams Saunders' knee against the post. Over again and again.)

Rick: Darrel is trying to take out his knee!

(Finally Darrel stops. An evil half-smile on his face, staring into the crowd. Darrel hops in the ring. He stomps on the knees of Saunders before applying a Boston crab.)

Rick: Darrel has the crap locked right in the center of the ring.

(The pain is evident on Matt's face. He makes an attempt to reach the ropes, but it's a lost cause.)

Eddie: He's too far.

Rick: Now it looks like Saunders is tying to turn him over.

Eddie: Besolve is too strong.

(Saunders has him leaning, and continues the trend, but Darrel with a sudden burst, takes him right back now.)

Rick: Uh oh. Saunders is in trouble.

(The crowd cheering him on, Saunders tries to inch to the ropes. He's almost there.... almost there...)

Rick: Is he gonna make it?

Eddie: Darrel is trying to pull him away...

(Saunders grabs the ropes, eliciting a crowd pop. Darrel is frustrated, and reluctant to release the hold. He finally does, and returns to his feet. Dragging his opponent up, then Besolve launches him into the ropes. Saunders ducks a clothesline and flies back with a cross-body.)

Rick: Saunders just plowed Darrel down! He hooks the legs!

Eddie: ONE............TWO..........

Rick: Darrel kicks out.

(Darrel storms to his feet. Matt is up and ducks a right hand. He kicks Besolve in the stomach and a waistlock suplex brings him down. Saunders drops a few quick elbows to the head. Now, he nails a grounded senton splash, and hooks the legs again.)

ONE

TWO

Eddie: Darrel is out again. Saunders pulls him up and throws him... but Darrel and sends Matt into the ropes. Darrrel follows through, extending his arm and plowing through his competition.)

Eddie: HOLY TORPEDO!

(The impact of that clothesline sent both men over the top rope and out to the floor.)

Rick: Besolve keeps coming out of nowhere, disallowing Saunders to get too much going.

(Saunders took a very nasty spill, which Darrel seems ready to capitalize on. He lifts Saunders to his feet, leaning down to grab him by the ankle. With a low grunt, Darrel lifts Matt into the air. The crowd in the front row get a heel of a view as Darrel slam�s Matt�s knee across the steel guard railing.)

1......2

Rick: Good lord, you could almost hear the bone break. Besolve just gave Saunders an Atomic ankle breaker across the rails.

(The crowd is venomous toward Besolve, who replies with a smirk. Darrel doesn�t relent in the least. A handful of hair makes it easier to drag Saunders away from the crowd. He rocks Matt�s head off the steel post.)

3......4

Eddie: We have seen this before. Darrel is going to show no mercy.

Rick: Mercy or not, what he is doing is against the rules.

Eddie: Oh, cry me a river.

(Darrel grabs Saunders by the wrist. A heave later and Matt�s face and chest hit the post. Darrel follows him in after the Irish whip. They meet as Matt stumbles backward and Darrel charges forward- using a bulldog lariat, The Future drives Matt�s head into the ring steps. A tremendous thud echoes throughout the arena.)

5......6......7

Eddie: Darrel is decimating Showtime.

Rick: Although I have not been fond of his actions recently, I have to agree: Darrel is pounding the life out of Matt.

Rick: Saunders is mounting a comeback effort here. He has Darrel rocking�

(Saunders lunges at Darrel with a high cross body�)

Eddie: You mean he HAD Darrel rocking.

(Besolve caught him and now charges the opposite corner. Carrying Showtime like a child in his arms, he smashes into the turnbuckle. The impact nearly drove the ring back an inch.)

Eddie: Here it comes...

Rick: Trendsetter! Damn it. Besolve planted him with that move!

(Darrel's version of the Oklahoma Stampede has left Saunders crushed. He is pealed off the mat and brought to his feet.)

Rick: What is wrong with him? Why didn�t he go for the cover? He could have had this one wrapped up.

(Almost effortlessly, The Future lifts his much smaller opponent. Darrel leaps forward driving his opponent's body into the mat.)

Rick: What a slame that was.

Eddie: Darrel is punishing Saunders. He didn�t pin him because then it would have been over.

(To his credit, Saunders is trying desperately to get to his feet. Darrel charges and digs into him with a soccer kick to the ribs. The impact makes Matt roll to his back. Immediately, Darrel drops an elbow across his chest. While on the mat, Darrel throws a few straight right hands into Matt�s face.)

Rick: This is definitely a new form for Darrel Besolve.

Eddie: And I like it. He is finally going out for what he wants with everything he has. He was so restrained by the rules before.

Rick: Give me a break.

(Saunders has been lifted to his feet. Darrel scoops him up again. In a show of strength, The Future presses Matt up in the air two or three times.)

Rick: He carries him with no problem whatsoever.

(Just when everyone expects the release, Darrel steps forward�Launching Matt over the top ropes.)

Rick: GOOD GAWD! Is he ok?

(He doesn�t look like it. Matt must have dropped 10 to 12 feet to the outside. He is writhing in pain.)

Eddie: What a move! I can�t believe that Darrel had it in him.

(Darrel raises his arms high in the air, the sole competitor in the ring. The crowd boos these actions.)

Rick: Go Besolve!

(Darrel rolls out of the ring. He reaches for Matt's hair, but Saunders hits a flapjack on the announcers table out of nowhere.)

Eddie: Ah! Get away from the desk!

Rick: Darrel's head smacked hard against the table. But where did Matt find the strength for that?

(Saunders is hurt still. He is breathing heavily, on the ground just as Besolve does. Saunders now pulling himself up. He rolls in the ring.)

Eddie: Saunders has to pull something out of his ass to keep Besolve down. His strategy isn't working all that well.

Rick: And it looks like he is!

(Saunders hops onto the top rope and leaps off with a huge splash!)

Eddie: Yeah, that's what I was talkin' about.

Rick: Devastating maneuver for both men. But Darrel definitely took the worst of that.

(Saunders is back up, holding his chest. He tosses Besolve back in the ring. Darrel fights his way to his feet, but Saunders and a European uppercut fail him. Saunders sets up to toss Darrel, and sends Besolve into the ropes. Darrel ducks a lariat and bounces back with a thunderous clothesline.)

Rick: What impact! Saunders was folded in half!

(Besolve pulls Saunders up. He stuffs Matt's head between his legs.)

Eddie: Darrel's gonna take Matt for the ride.

(He brings Matt up in the air for a powerbomb.)

Rick: Saunders slips out and lands on his feet. A kick to the stomach, and Saunders hits the Agony of Defeat! He planyed Besolve with his finishing move!

(Besolve crashing down on the mat hard from that running Death Valley Driver. Saunders drapes his arm over Besolve's chest.)

Eddie: NO!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Rick: NOOOO! A kickout! Besolve kicked out!

Eddie: Wow! Too close for comfort.

(The entire arena is stunned, including Saunders and the ref. Matt pulls Darrel back up. He grabs Darrel's head and drives his knee into his head numerous times. Each time harder than the previous. Now he tosses Darrel in the turnbuckles.)

Eddie: It is incredible that Saunders is even on his feet, much less in control of this match.

Rick: Don't count out Matt Saunders.

(Matt has Darrel in the corner and throws a knife edge chop. The crowd pops.)

Eddie: Why are they cheering Matt Saunders? He's nothing!

Rick: You know that's not true. They're cheering Saunders because he has heart, Eddie.

(Matt grabs Darrel and sets him up for an Irish whip. Darrel reverses and turns Matt upside down with a short arm clothesline. Without releasing the hold on Matt�s arm, he snaps Matt to his feet. Darrel shoots in for a takedown�)

Rick: BESOLVE SPIKE!!!

(Darrel took him up and around with his version of a spinebuster.)

(Crowd is booing like mad)

Eddie: Darrel is dragging him to the center of the ring.

(Once in the middle of the ring he grabs Matt�s right leg.)

Rick: Oh no.

(A gigantic smirk covers his face as he clamps in the figure four leglock.)

Eddie: Oh yes!

(The crowd is going to blow the roof off with their jeers)

Eddie: Darrel is really putting on the pressure. The referee is checking with Saunders�

(Saunders is shaking his head �no.�)

Rick: Saunders will not give up. There's that heart I was talking about.

Eddie: He's showin' some balls, that's for sure.

(Matt, still giving away around 50 pounds to Darrel, tries to roll the former NeWA World Champion over. Darrel budges a bit before leaning back and sinking in the hold deeper. Showtime is driven back from the pain and screams.)

Rick: Courage aside, the referee may think about stopping this. Besolve could be doing some serious damage to Showtime.

(The referee asks Saunders again, but the answer is the same. Darrel sits up, still trying to get more leverage. He smiles maliciously at Matt. Saunders replies by sitting up to strike Darrel. The Future wasn�t expecting that, it rocked him a bit.)

Eddie: Closed fist! Closed fist! That�s not allowed!

Rick: Oh shut up!

(Seizing the moment, Matt tries to twist and turn until both he and Darrel are near to the ropes.)

Rick: He is moving him! Darrel has a small cut above his right eye from that punch.

(Saunders is within inches from the ropes.)

Eddie: Come on, Darrel!

(Besolve complies, pulling back at the last possible moment. He sinks his mighty talons into the mat, pushing his and Matt�s weight back. The camera zooms in on Matt�s hand as it slowly pulls away from the ropes. Again in the middle of the ring, Darrel arches his back to tighten the hold.)

Rick: It�s over! Saunders tapped!

(The bell rings. The fans are in a frenzy or hatred.)

(But Darrel has not broken the hold, yet.)

Rick: It is over, make him stop!

Eddie: The referee is just now turning his attention back to the combatants. Darrel is doing everything he can to break Saunders�s leg.

(The ref tries to force the break, but Besolve just shoves him out of the way.)

Rick: Whoa! He better watch it! He might get DQed.

(The ref screams at Darrel, and warns him of the consequences. Finally, he releases the hold.)

Eddie: That's how ya do things.

Rick: Saunders has to be in a lot of pain. That move took it's toll.

(A shot of Matt lying on the mat. "Ironman" plays once again in the arena. A cocky Besolve stands in the ring with a giant smirk.)

Rick: Darrel Besolve moves on to the semi-finals, but in disgusting fashion.

(We return to ringside to find Eddie drooling uncontrollably.)

Eddie: Violence... ooh... yumm... yumm... oooh...

Rick: Yeah.

Eddie: Extreme... mmm.... hardcore goodness...

Rick: Well, I guess that just about sums up our next match. Let's go to the ring.

(The arena becomes dark, and silence. Suddenly...)

#FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

(The chorus for Marilyn Manson's, "The Fight Song" plays loudly as the lights turn back on. A shot of the ramp reveals a young lady, blonde and very appealing looking. She holds a purple pillow, with the IWA Extreme title laying atop it. The crowd is screaming now, like the blood-thirsty savages they are.)

Eddie: BLOOOD! BLOOD! BLOOOOOOOOOOD!

(Eddie is no exception.)

Rick: Fans, if you're squeemish... get the hell outta the room.

(The young lady enters the ring, assisted by the ref. The ref then grabs the Extreme title, hoisting it high above his head, to a huge pop. Moments later, he hands the title back to the blonde girl as she exits the ring and has a seat.)

Rick: I am pretty psyched here. How about you Eddie?

Eddie: Blood... good... oooh... VIOLENCE!!!

Rick: Yeah, that's right.

[�I�m not that one that�s so far away when I feel the snake bite enter my veins, never did I wanna be here again and I don�t remember why I came.�]

(That's a song.)

(Drum Beat)

A few seconds later (Guitars)

[�Voodoo� By Godsmack plays threwout the arena, a few minutes later you hear]

�Handles raised by desire, why I am so far away?!!? No more meaning to my life, no more reason to stay.� �Frezzin, Feelin, Breathin, Breathin, I AM COMING BACK AGAIN!� �I�m not that one that�s so far away when I feel the snake bite enter my veins, never did I wanna be here again and I don�t remember why I came.�

[Then the Wizard comes out from the back and the crowd starts doing the "wooo" thing that seems to bother him, he slowly makes his was down to the ring. He then walks up the steps and gets onto the side of the ring raises both arms into the air and green pyro shoots up into the air. Wizard then ducks under the ropes and you hear �Voodoo, Voodoo, Voodoo, Voodoo over and over again along with I�m not the one that�s so far away!� Wizard then gets onto the upper right turnbuckle and puts both arms in the air after hearing a voice in his head chant �Wizard! Wizard! Wizard!"]

Eddie: WOOOOO!

Rick: Damn right!

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

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

[The lights flicker.]

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

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

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

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

Rick: Mike Barcode looks pumped for this affair.

Eddie: EXTREME!

Rick:

("Heretic Song" by Slipknot plays. Chris Fury steps onto the aisle, wearing clothes that probably smell pretty bad at this point. Fury, looking like a violent animal of some kind, runs down to the ring. He rolls in and begins kicking the ropes.)

Rick: Kick those ropes, Chris. You show 'em!

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

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

(More lightning and thunder.)

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

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

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

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

Voice: Free your mind for I am already here

(The bigscreen comes alive with "Free Your Mind"~Deja Vu October 8th 2001.)

Rick: Deja Vu. Now, here's a man who claims to have been a past wrestler in the IWA. Say, don't you think we should know who this guy is? I mean, don't we ask for a name when we hire these guys?

Eddie: Blooood!!

Rick: Well put, Eddie. Well put.

(Then, 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. Through the smoke we can see the figure of a stocky looking man slowly walking at a slow pace towards the entrance ramp.)

#I CANNOT DESCRIBE
#EVERYTHING THAT�S PASSED MY EYES
#STILL I CRITICIZE
#AND TRY TO ACT WISE

(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. And one large gold belt adorns his waist, the HCWF TV Title.)

#WHEN I�M WITH YOU
#ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE
#YOU GOT SENT TO ME
#IN A BOX OF NEGATIVITY

(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 pretty cocky for a guy who just lost the most important match of his career two days ago, as he went up against World Champ, Michael Lennox.

Eddie: BRAINS!

Rick: OK, that didn't even make sense! You're gonna have to start commentating now.

Eddie: Mmmm... Chocolate barbwiry goodness.

DING
DING
DING

(Barcode and Hurley start throwing right hands around like they're a buck a pound.)

Rick: That doesn't make sense?

(Chris Fury and Deja Vu are both swinging hard with their shots. The Wizard is sitting in the corner reminding himself not to talk anymore. When he sees an opportunity. The Wizard grabs Fury in a waistlock and suplex's him down. On the opposite side of the ring, Hurley has taken the advantage on Barcode, and hits a nice vertical suplex to bring him down. Then, simultaneously, Hurley and Deja Vu exit the ring.)

Rick: These guys wasting no time going to the outside here...

Eddie: Match... wrestling... wha.... BLOOD!

Rick: Eddie!

(Smack!)

Eddie: Ow.

Rick: Now get to work!

Eddie: Thanks, Rick. I needed that! Ooh look! Deja Vu has a hold of a steel chair, and so does Evan. They both enter the ring.

(Upon entering the ring, Fury dropkicks the chair, sending it slamming against Deja Vu's skull. The chair falls to the ground. Hurley weilds his chair, swinging it violently and connecting with the head of Barcode. The Wizard ducks a chairshot and kicks Hurley in the gut. A double-underhook DDT drops Hurley to the mat. Fury takes advantage, dropping The Wizard with a spinebuster onto the chair.)

Rick: What does 5 men and no rules equal?

Eddie: Chaos!

(Fury sets up a chair in one corner, and sticks the other one in between the second and third turnbuckles. Hurley is up. Fury spins around throwing his right arm, but Hurley duckes it and tosses Fury into the safe corner.)

Rick: Hurley's settin up for something!

(Fury bounces out of the corner and trips over The Wizard, disappointed Hurley and the crowd. The Wizard crawls up. Hurley springboards off the ropes and dropkickgs The Wizard out of the ring. Hurley stands alone in the ring, to a pop from the crowd.)

Rick: I'm liking Hurley's chances here. He has got to be considered the favorite here.

Eddie: I dunno. This can go 5 ways, how I see it.

(Hurley is not alone on his feet for long. Evan turns around to his opponents and right into a jawbreaker from Deja Vu. DV spins Evan around, and a vertical suplex lands Evan on the open chair.)

Eddie: Oh! It also hurts when it's open.

Rick: Yeah, but I think it hurts either way.

Eddie: Yeah, it does. I know first hand.

(Barcode and Fury both emerge to their feet. They glance at each other, and come to some sort of arrangement, dropping DV with a double clothesline. Fury with a right hand to Barcode, but it's blocked. Barcode with a kick to the stomach and a facefirst suplex on the open chair! This time, the chair is knocked aside.)

Eddie: Gotta love the chairs.

(On the outside, The Wizard pulls out a chair, and begins setting it up.)

Eddie: WOOOO!

(Deja Vu is back up, but Barcode sends head cracking into the wedged steal chair with a drop-toe-hold. As DV lays on the mat, holding his head, Barcode stomps a bottle of wine out of him.)

Rick: Barcode has a lot of enemies in this match. Fury has beaten Barcode in Mike's first MWL match, and Barcode wants to prove his improvement. Also, Hurley and Barcode feuded for the HCWF Hardcore title. And more recently, The Wizard and Deja Vu got cheap shots on Mike just last week in their "match".

Eddie: And, yeah that's all fine and dandy. But, more importantly is the table set up on the outside. Who's gonna go threw that?

(Deja Vu is stomped right out of the ring. Barcode wastes no time climbing to the top rope. He perches up top waiting for Deja Vu to climb to his feet. But from behind, The Wizard shoves Barcode right off!)

(CRASH!!!)

Eddie: Mike Barcode just went through the table!

Rick: I think we're gonna have our first ousted competitor!

........1.......

........2.......

........3.......

(The ref continues the count as Fury and Hurley have both gotten back up to lock up. Fury with a sideheadlock, but Hurley counters with a belly-to-back suplex. Back to Barcode.)

.......6.......

.......7.......

Rick: Barcode is back to his feet. He isn't done yet!

(Barcode is still shaky, fighting off the effects of the table. Deja Vu is there waiting for him. He rocks Barcode with a rare left hand shot. But then it's a normal right.)

Eddie: The Wizard is on the top rope. He's goin' to the outside!

(He leaps off, but both DV and Barcode manage to duck. The Wizard smacks the ground hard!)

Rick: Oh boy! That might be it!

ONE

TWO

(The failed attack is enough to distract Deja Vu who falls victim to a chop to the neck. Barcode throws DV, but no, it's reversed. Barcode flies back first into the steel guardrail. Deja Vu charges...)

Rick: Barcode with a back-body drop sends Deja Vu into the crowd! That's... gotta hurt!

Eddie: The Wizard... WOOOOO.... is still down.

FIVE!

(In the ring, Fury has regained the advantage, and has Hurley in an aggressive camel clutch. Fury shakes Evan around, draining the life out of him. Back to the Wizard, he begins to pull himself up.)

SEVEN!

(He's up, breaking the count. Now, he and Barcode lock up on the outside. Back to the right, and Hurley escapes the maneuver with elbows to the side of the head. He tosses Fury into the ropes. Fury flies back a great distance, being thrown over the top rope by Evan.)

Eddie: Fury just took out three men! Including himself!

Rick: The Wizard and Barcode both down again!

(Now Evan rolls out of the ring. He notices Deja Vu getting back up, so he charges towards the crowd.)

Rick: Evan leaps over the railing! Deja Vu catches him! Powerslam!

Eddie: Hurley paid for that mistake!

Rick: Now it's just Deja Vu standing.

(Deja Vu reaches under the ring and pulls out a couple of tables as the ref counts out The Wizard, Fury and Barcode, piled on each other. 3..............4.............5...........)

Rick: What does Deja Vu have planned here? The two tables are set up ten feet away from each other.

Eddie: I dunno... but I think it'll be cool.

(Fury is now back to his feet, but the ref continues the count for Barcode and Wizard. 6..............7............. Deja Vu smells an awfull stench and turns around. DDT from Fury onto the ground!)

Eddie: Concussion. I smell concussion.

(Fury sees the tables, and smile comes across his face.)

(EIGHT! Barcode and The Wizard are moving.)

Eddie: Fury has a ladder!

Rick: He's setting it up between the two tables. And now Barcode and The Wizard are getting up.

(NINE, no. The reach their feet. The Wizard is quick to attack Fury, with a forearm to the head. He tosses Fury in the ring as Evan returns to the scene.)

Eddie: Hurley and Barcode are eyeing each other. Shit's gonna fly!

Rick: I think you're right!

(He is. They charge each other, colliding in mid-air. Both begin rolling around on the floor each getting in quick shots. The crowd is hollaring along.)

Rick: This is good.

Eddie: You ain't seen nothin' yet. Just wait for those tables and ladder to be used.

(In the ring, Fury blocks a suplex attempt from The Wizard. He knees the Wizard in the gut, lifts him up and hangs him over the top rope. Fury now climbing the top rope.)

Rick: Barcode is up. But look at Deja Vu!

(DV is climbing the ladder. He stops, near the top at about Fury's height.)

Eddie: What's Deja Vu doing?

(Simultaneously, Fury and DV leap off. Fury with a huge legdrop over the head of Wizard while DV with the same to the legs.)

Rick: Oh man! The Wizard was pumbled there!

(The Wizard falls onto a table, but not hard enough to break it. Deja Vu took himself out with with his share. Fury climbs over the rope and heads for the ladder.)

Eddie: That a boy, Fury.

(Fury is slow, from a hard landing himself. This allows The Wizard to get up. He begins climbing the ladder.)

Rick: Chris Fury and The Wizard on opposite sides of the ladder.

Eddie: I like where this could go.

(Fury peaks his head over the top, then the Wizard. The Wizard blocks a punch, and rattles Fury with his own. Both men take a step up. The Wizard with a European uppercut. Now he sets up for a suplex.)

Rick: He's going for a vertical suplex... through the table!

Eddie: No, Fury blocks it!

(A shot of Fury's face reveals a sick, twisted smile as he climbs another step.)

Eddie: Fury's going for a superplex of his own!

Rick: There's a table on that side, too!

(Fury lifts The Wizard up and both men fall backwards some 10 feet and through the table! The crowd is in awe!)

Eddie: OH MY GOD! That was sickningly awesome!

Rick: These men have got to be dead!

(The ref begins the count. 1.................2..............)

(The crowd is doing that "Holy Shit" chant that everyone has grown to love so much. A quick shot shows Hurley and Deja Vu both choking a grounded Barcode with their boots up the aisle. And back to Fury and The Wizard in the wreck.)

FOUR!

FIVE!

Eddie: They aren't moving, Rick!

Rick: They might not be breathing, either!

SIX!

SEVEN!

(Back up the aisle, Evan and Deja Vu are both on either side of Mike Barcode. They lift Barcode up and suplex him on the exposed ramp.)

Rick: Deja Vu and Evan Hurley are doing a little teaming up, taking out Mike Barcode.

(Back to the wreckage of Chris Fury and The Wizard.)

EIGHT!

NINE!

Rick: It's over! The only movement from these two is confulsions.

TEN!

Eddie: Chris Fury took out The Wizard... and himself... with that devastating superplex into the table!

Rick: And just like that, we're down to three men!

(Up the aisle, Barcode is being set up for more double-teaming. A full-nelson from Deja Vu allows for easy shots to the kidneys for Evan. Soon, DV brings Barcode up, and slams him ass first into the ground! And Barcode rolls to the side. DV and Evan turn to each other.)

Rick: And now it's their turn to go.

(Rights, lefts, ups, downs... they throw everything at each other. Next to them is the ref counting out Barcode again.)

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

(DV gains the advantage with a strong right connecting to the jaw. But Evan rakes the eyes of DV, turning the tides. Evan drags DV back to the ring, but pauses the journey in order to smack his head off the guardrail.)

Eddie: Ooh! These fans here are lucky to be seeing this.

(Back to Barcode. Five................Six.......... he fights to his knees, breaking the count at seven.)

Rick: Mike Barcode has been through a lot so far.

(Evan tosses DV into the ring. Hurley springs himself over the top rope, splashing on DV. He grabs a chair now. Evan waits for DV to get to his feet, and tosses him the chair.

Rick: Superkick to the chair! Deja Vu is down!

Eddie: All of these men have done amazing, pushing each other to new heights. I can�t believe the punishment doled out so far.

(Evan now slides to the outside setting up a table from under the ring. Along with the table, he finds a bag. He begins pouring the contents out, smiling all along.)

Eddie: TACKS! Evan set up a tack covered table on the outside of the ring!

Rick: Someone�s going to get hurt bad tonight.

(Evan slides back in the ring and delivers a stiff drop kick to Deja Vu sending him to the mat.)

Rick: Evan is out for carnage.

Eddie: Darn tootin�.

(Evan pulls Deja Vu up. He stuffs DV's head between his legs.)

Rick: He's going for a powerbomb here!

(Barcode is back in the ring with a baseball bat! He swings!)

Eddie: He just clipped Evan's knees! He's down!

(Barcode drops down, using the bat to drive his weight onto Evan's neck.)

Rick: Mike Barcode is choking the life out of Evan Hurley!

(He finally releases it and hops to his feet. Barcode find Deja Vu on his feet. Barcode swings the bat towards his head, but DV backs away. He scampers outside, prompting Barcode to follow. Deja Vu runs around the ring.)

Eddie: Barcode is in hot pursuit here!

(DV runs around and stops sharp in front of the ringsteps. He grabs the steps and tosses it over is head, falling down from the momentum.)

Rick: Oh man! Did you see those steps connect with Barcode's face?

Eddie: He might be down and out!

(Hurley is at the opposite side of ringside. He's regaining his composure. The ref, with DV and Barcode, begins counting Mike out.)

ONE!

TWO!

(But DV pulls Barcode back up and tosses him in the ring. DV enters, and finds Barcode dazed, on his feet. A legsweep takes Barcode down.)

Rick: Evan is just watching from the outside.

Eddie: Can you blame him?

(DV begins climbing to the top rope.)

Rick: We're gonna see something here.

Eddie: Wait! Hurley just slid a table in the ring!

(Hurley motions to the table and backs off. Deja Vu hops down, a smile on his face. He sets up the table.)

Rick: Hurley is helping Deja Vu get rid of Barcode.

(Deja Vu whips Barcode in the corner. He hits a series of stiff martial arts kicks, before dragging him to the center of the ring and placing him over the table. Now he climbs back up.)

Eddie: Evan's gonna backstab him.

Rick: He's just standing there. But look at Deja Vu! He's going for a moonsault!

(DV leaps off and connects with the moonsault, crashing through Barcode and the table!)

Eddie: What a moonsault! Barcode is finished!

(ONE.............TWO..............THREE........ Evan stares from ringside, smiling.)

Rick: Evan Hurley might just win this thing, by standing and watching!

(FOUR............FIVE.......)

Eddie: No, I don't think just yet. Deja Vu is pulling himself up to his feet.

(SIX............)

Rick: And now, here comes Hurley.

(Evan has the bat in hand. As DV pulls himself to his feet using the ropes, Hurley swings, connecting with the chest of DV! He goes back down!)

Rick: Deja Vu is down again! And the ref is still counting out Barcode!

SEVEN!

(Hurley is on the ring apron. He pulls DV up to his feet.)

EIGHT!

Ricl: Mike Barcode is up! The lucky bastard!

Eddie: I'm more interested in what Evan has planned for DV.

(Evan lifts DV up and drives him through the table with a huge Brainbuster!)

Eddie: Oh my god! Did you see that?

("HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!")

Rick: Look at Deja Vu! You can see the tacks stuck in his mask... in his head!

(The ref begins counting DV and Evan. 1..............2............)

Eddie: Barcode is on his feet, but just barely.

(Mike Barcode is leaning against the corner, face bloodied. Back on the outside, the count continues.)

(4..............5.............)

Rick: It looks like Evan is getting up.

Eddie: The tacks are stuck to his back! You can see trickles of blood down his back! THIS IS GREAT!

(.......6.............7.............)

Rick: Hurley is up! He just saved himself!

(.........8................9...........)

Eddie: Deja Vu will be lucky to see anything at all after this.

(............10!)

Eddie: There's blood and broken tables everywhere! I love this!

(Barcode rolls out of the ring. He spins a tired Hurley around, and sparks fly.)

Rick: Barcode and Hurley going to go at it again!

Eddie: They have to now. It's just them two left.

(Barcode, the fresher of the two, stuns Hurley with an Atomic drop. He steps back a few feet and charges.)

Eddie: Spear by Barcode!

(Barcode now reaches under the ropes. He pulls out a table, and sets it up. Barcode going back under the ring, and pulling out some lighter fluid, and a small black object, most likely a lighter.)

Rick: If you have ever seen Mike Barcode in a hardcore match before Rick, you know this isn't a rare occurrence. (Barcode sprays the fluid all over the table.)

Rick: What's funnier is it always seems to be Evan who goes through the table. I think Barcode gets a real kick out of it.

Eddie: This is a win-win situation! I'm lovin' it!

Rick: Barcode spraying that fluid all over the table, as he lights that sucker on fire!

(Hurley is now up as Barcode encourages him to attack. Hurley smiles and comes flying with a cross-body. But Barcode catches him and a fallaway slam sends Hurley right into the guardrail!)

Eddie: WOAH WOAH WOAH!

Rick: I think Barcode nailed his head off of the rail himself!

Eddie: Still, Hurley looks worse for the wear. (Both men down as they are slowly counted out. 1...........2............and Barcode gets to his feet, using the announcers table to pull himself up. He lifts up Evan in a Fireman's carry.)

Rick: Barcode holding Evan. He's got the flaming table in mind!

Eddie: Oh baby!

Rick: Gorilla Press now.

Rick: And Barcode drops Hurley crashing through that flaming table!

("HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!")

Rick: The flames going out around him as he lies motionless!

ONE

TWO

Eddie: This is over! We have a new Extreme champion!

(Hurley rolls out of the wreckage, only to lay motionless there.)

FOUR

FIVE

Rick: We must... he can't get up from this.

(Barcode falls down, breathing really hard. But, he fights back up.)

SEVEN

EIGHT

Eddie: You are kidding me! Evan is moving!

NINE!

Rick: It's gonna be close! REAL CLOSE!

(He gets up! The crowd and Barcode are in shock!)

Rick: How in the bloody hell did you just get up?

Eddie: I don't know. But it means more match for deer little me!

(Barcode and Hurley work their way up the ramp. They throw lefts and rights as they battle upwards. Barcode with the advantage. He tosses Hurley head first into the steel set around the entrance. Barcode charges.)

Rick: Evan ducks and Barcode goes head first into the steel!

Eddie: That can't be too good for that wound he's got there.

(Hurley discovers a new cut under his eye. A smile comes across his face. Now, he heads down the ramp.)

Rick: What's he doing now?

Eddie: He's got the ladder.

(Hurley charges at Barcode, driving the ladder into his stomach. Barcode drops down. Evan sets up the ladder and begins climbing up. But he stops.)

Rick: He's got something planned.

Eddie: I like that.

(Hurley hops to the ground. He pulls Barcode up and hoists him over his shoulder. Evan charges, and drives Barcode's head into the steel set!)

Rick: Ouch!

(Again, he drives him head first into the unforgiving steel! And again!)

Eddie: This don't bode all that well for Mikey Barcode.

(With Barcode on his shoulder, Evan begins the difficult task of climbing the ladder again. He nears the top, and sits Barcode on top of the ladder. Evan hops down.)

Rick: Oh boy. Barcode is just wobbling on the top of that ladder.

(Hurley begins climbing the set, until he is above the entrance. He is able to stand on the platform that is there.)

Rick: Hurley is at about Barcode's level. What is this mad man thinking of?

(Hurley sprints in the room he has and leaps towards the ladder.)

Rick: Flying clothesline!

(Barcode is knocked off the top of the ladder, spinning rapidly on his way down!)

Eddie: Barcode just crashed on the steel on his back!

Rick: After a full god-damned rotation! He just about broke his neck!

(The crowd begins chanting Hurley's name, as the ref counts.)

ONE

TWO

Rick: Barcode has been brutalized here. He won't move. I guarantee that.

(A shot of him lets us think that Rick is right.)

FOUR

FIVE

(Hurley stares at the crowd as raises his arms in the air. He wipes blood off of his face and spits some blood onto the floor.)

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Rick: You gotta be kidding me!

NINE!

Eddie: He won't make it! He won't make it!

TEN!

NO!!!

Rick: Barcode made it up! How in the hell?

(Hurley is now the one in shock. He charges and a boot drives Barcode back down. Evan pulls him up, but it's Barcode with a cheap counter, going downstairs. Barcode throws Evan over his shoulders and a DVD sends him down.)

Eddie: Both men are down now. How will this thing end?

Rick: For these wrestlers' sake, I hope it's soon. Both men back up now. And look at this! They are going at it again!

Eddie: Hurley and Barcode are bloodied, but they won't slow down the punches!

Rick: Love loss is non existent here.

(Evan with a snap suplex on Barcode, onto the cold steel of the entry way. He stomps at him, as he kicks him towards the edge of the top of the entryway.)

Rick: That's a long way down people!

Eddie: Most definetly Rick! Evan kicking Barcode's downed body towards the edge... TAKE HIM OUT!

Rick: Barcode counters with a drop toe hold! Nice move! Barcode up now, as he lifts Evan back up. Evan tries to fight back, but Barcode with a release overhead suplex onto the steel ramp! That'll slow him down.

Eddie: He's taking Evan back up.

(Barcode stuffs Hurley's head between his legs, and stares at the ground below.)

Eddie: Oh boy!

Rick: He lifts Hurley up... No! Evan blocks it! Evan's going for a back-body drop! But no! Barcode puts an end to that, driving his forearm down over Hurley's body.

Eddie: Now, he lifts Hurley high in the air...

Rick: HURLEY GOES DOWN!

Rick: Huge Powerbomb to the hard ground off the ramp! That's at least 15 feet up, and Hurley just crashed down!

(The crowd is in a frenzy. So much so, that a "Holy Shit" chant doesn't even start up... yet.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

(Barcode drops to his knees unwillingly. Now, the crowd starts up the chant. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!")

FOUR!

FIVE!

Rick: I think Barcode has this match won!

Eddie: I'll tell ya. He's earned it, if he has.

SIX!

(A shot of Hurley laying motionless over a pile of patch cords.)

SEVEN!

(He still doesn't move.)

EIGHT!

(A shot of Barcode, just now mustering enough strength to get back to his feet.)

Rick: These guys are bloody to hell! Look how much blood has been lost!

NINE!

(Hurley is beginning to move. It is not enough.)

TEN!

Rick: We have a winner! We have a winner!

Eddie: Mike Barcode has won the Extreme title! In amazing fashion!

(The official sprints to rinside and grabs the belt. He retuns up the ramp towards Barcode.)

Rick: And here is your prize.

(Barcode is handed the Extreme title. A look of joy is thrust upon his face as he raises the title high in the air. Barcode again drops to his knees, as blood falls from his face onto the Extreme title.)

Rick: I'm surprised he can even walk after losing this much blood.

(A final shot of the bloodied Extreme title, above the head of Mike Barcode.)

(We return to ringside, to find a dozen or so or the ring crew, still cleaning up the mess left behind from the previous match.)

Rick: It appears the cleanup is taking awhile.

Eddie: We shoulda had this match last. But noo... Vincent wants the tag match last! Uh... I mean, that is to say that he made a good choice! Yeah. Good choice.

Rick: You're an idiot.

[Cut backstage.]

[Monty Clark is bouncing up and down next to a cut Asian-American guy named Samuel Otomo. Sami (the reporter who quit last time she worked for the IWA after she met and immediately had sex with Mr. Sinsation while interviewing him. She later had two of his children, then had a messy divorce with him, and now is back working for the IWA. She talks like she's being written by Renee) is looking damn good, and holding a microphone.]

Sami: Monty are you hurt still

Monty: Not at all, honey. Sure, I couldn't walk for four days after Tanis smashed me on Rush. But what's past is past, right? Tanis has turned on every ally he's ever had. He'll die alone, we all know that. The only thing I can do is make the best of it, and that's where Sam comes in.

Sami: me

Monty: No. Sam. Samuel Otomo.

Sami: I am sami.

Monty: [annoyed] Okay. He's a Judo who showed up out of nowhere and won a DEEP tournament with Eric Dane and Kurt Swagger in it to become the #1 contender to the OWC Title in his first month. Then this German bastard Panzer paralyzed Sam, but now he's okay, or something.

Sami: Ok.

Monty: And Vincent is a beautiful man. He's signed Sam, and that means we're good to go. So hey, Sam'll fight anyone.

Sami: I am nevous. Tanis could injure you

Monty: That's good, Sami. How about you and I go somewhere and have sex?

Sami: Ok

[Monty and Sami walk off stage left. Sam just stands there, and doesn't say anything.]

[Cut back to ringside.]

Eddie: I do not ask questions.

Rick: Whatever happened to Sinsation?

Eddie: Rick, you will not ask questions either. It's better in the long run.

Rick: You're right, of course.

Rick: And, welcome back! It's time for our tag team main event!

Eddie: And we've just added a stipulation. Win or lose, Buzz is outta here!

Rick: NO! That didn't happen. It's just a tag team match pinning Adam Knight and his debuting brother, James "The Jackal" Knight, against Buzz and Byron Tanis.

Eddie: The Lord of The Ring!

Rick: No more Nighthawk. The Lord of The Ring has returned!

("Are You Gonna Go My Way" by Lenny Kravitz begins playing over the PA and the lights go out. The Boos are very loud, even with the music playing. After a couple of seconds a spotlight comes on at the entranceway. Buzz Tyler steps into the spotlight and the Boos are deafening.)

Eddie: I think I'm starting to like Buzz Tyler.

Rick: Really?

Eddie: No! You dumbass!

(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. He gets into the ring and does a bit of stretching, pausing only to stare at the jeering crowd with a smile.)

Eddie: He's pretty much Satan, this guy. Yep. Pretty close.

[The lights dim. Colored spotlights roam.]

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

[Canada boos in unison. Byron Tanis emerges, and is on his way.]

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

[The Nighthawk is as scripted. Black and red tights, and they say Nighthawk. Leather jacket, and that'll be discarded when the match starts. Sunglasses. Nothing's changed, though everything has.]

[Byron stops in the aisle. And then.]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BIGGER PYRO THAN CHESHIRE�S!]

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

[The Tanis highlight reel plays behind him, on the big screen. Byron has no time for it, though, and walks on oblivious to the vintage footage. He rolls into the ring.]

[Buzz comes over to talk to him, but Byron walks right by him. He leans against the far turnbuckle, and faces the crowd. He waits. The music dies. The lights come up.]

Eddie: Ha! You show him, Tanis.

Rick: Buzz didn't like being snubbed there. I doubt these two competitors' ability to be a team.

[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 and James Knight are now fully visible. Both men are dressed in street clothes, Knight in dark blue jeans, a black "Revolution Man" t-shirt, and his trademark leather jacket. James in simply black jeans and an open black leather vest. Both men just breathing, absorbing the atmosphere, their looks 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, both men shake themselves seemingly out of their daze, and begin to walk down the rampway out from the smoke, breathing more heavilly now. They walk in time with each other, both men's 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

[They continue walking, never making an acknowledgement of the screaming around them from the fans, their eyes locked on the ring]

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

[Suddenly, Adam and James both rush the ring, and go right after the men inside, Adam pairing off with Tanis, James pairing off with Tyler, all four men exchanging right hands. The ref rings the bell a moment later as the lights turn back on, and the match begins]

Rick: This one's startin' already!

(James and Buzz fight to the outside of the ring. Inside, Adam is pounding on Tanis in the corner. An Irish whip sends Tanis into the opposite corner, and a huge splash drops him to the mat. Adam raises his arms to the crowd's appreciation.)

Rick: Hot start.

Eddie: Everyone hates everyone in this match. It's one big mess of hatred. What's wrong with the world, Rick?

(Buzz and James are no longer battling it out. They have headed to their corners. Adam sets up an Irish whip, but Tanis counters, sending Adam into the ropes. Tanis ducks but too early. Adam kicks him in the shoulder, and clothesline's him to the mat to a crowd pop.)

Eddie: It's pretty clear who the crowd likes.

(Adam has Tanis in a hammerlock. Byron reverses it, but a snapmare from Adam takes Tanis down. Adam locks in a headlock. Byron is trying to get to his feet. A series of elbows to the head makes this possible. One last elbow loosens the hold, but Knight reapplies the pressure quickly. So, tanis with a mule kick.)

Eddie: Plan B always works.

Rick: It sure did here, anyway.

(Tanis executes a gutwrench suplex to ground his opponent. He bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Adam in the back of the head.)

Rick: Adam's head bounced like a basketball there.

Eddie: Air Tanis makes it happen!

(Tanis locks in a dragon sleeper from a grounded position. Knight tries to power out, but Byron hits him on his open chest. Again, Adam tries, this time he powers up to a bridge. But, Tanis puts it to vain, driving his head into the mat with a reverse DDT. A cover...)

(ONE.............TWO.............Knight kicks out.)

Rick: Tanis is in firm control as he locks in waistlock.

Eddie: Adam fights it off, with elbows to the skull. But Tanis plants him with a suplex.

(Adam returns to his feet, but Tanis takes him to the mat with a side Russian legsweep. Now, Tanis hops up to the second rope, leaping off with an elbow drop to the heart.)

Rick: What execution!

Eddie: A cover! ONE........TWO...... Adam gets the shoulders up.

(Tanis returns to his feet looking for a tag, but stops short as he sees his partner. Buzz, also has no desire to get in the ring, as he hops off the apron.)

Rick: Where's Buzz going?

(To grab a chair. He has one and takes a seat by his corner. Tanis smiles in appreciation.)

Eddie: Well. At least they're in agreement.

(Tanis turns his attention back to his opponent. WHAM!)

Rick: What a boot to the face! That had a sick smack!

(Adam hooks the legs, 1..............2............ Tanis pops up.)

Eddie: That was all Buzz's fault.

(Adam tags in his brother, James.)

Rick: James Knight making his debut tonight. Lets see what this guy has.

(The Jackal wastes no time with a stiff kick to Tanis' head. He brings Byron up. Stuffing his head under his arm, James lifts Tanis high in the air and drops him to the mat.)

Rick: Nice execution on that vertical suplex.

(Tanis rolls around, in obvious pain from the impact. The Jackal stomps on his lower back. Tanis pulls himself up using the ropes. The Jackal from behind with a waistlock, going for a suplex, but Tanis has the ropes. James works on the back again with hard forearms, loosening Tanis' grip. Then, a sweet looking German suplex.)

Rick: Ooh. He's not done.

(He holds on, bringing Tanis back to his feet. The Jackal with a second German suplex, and rolling back to his feet he goes for a third. But Tanis blocks it. Byron goes for an elbow to the head, but James ducks it. Tanis spins right around into a northern lights suplex.)

Eddie: A cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Rick: Kick out. The Jackal couldn't keep Tanis down with that. Impressive stuff from James, none-the-less.

(James tags in Adam. The Revolution enters the ring, seeing no need to rush, as Tanis doesn't have anyone to tag, really. Adam waits for Tanis to crawl around, and another boot to the head sends him to his back. Adam pulls Tanis up. He lifts Tanis over his shoulder. Knight charges the corner, driving Tanis' back into the turnbuckles. Knight hooks Tanis' legs around the supports, keeping Byron at bay. He heads to the other side and sprints towards Tanis.)

Rick: Hard shoulder to the body. Tanis had to have felt that one.

(Tanis tumbles to the mat. Adam tags James back in. James brings Tanis up to his feet. A whip into the ropes, Byron bounces back into a T-bone suplex from James. The Jackal bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow to the head before going for the cover. 1..............2.......... Tanis with the shoulder up. James now drags Tanis up. He sets up for a DDT, but Tanis runs him into the turnbuckle. James pops out into a swinging neckbreaker from The Lord of The Ring. And suddenly, both men are down.)

Eddie: Wait a minute. Buzz is off his seat.

Rick: He reaches over, and tags himself in the match!

Eddie: Tanis is lying on his stomach, and Buzz tags in! He can't do that!

Rick: Well, he did.

(Buzz hops in, and rolls Tanis to the ground. He starts wailing away at The Jackal. Buzz brings him up and sits him on the top rope. He climbs up.)

Rick: What's Buzz have in store for James?

(Whatever it was, it doesn't happen. James shoves him off. The Jackal hops back to the mat, but Buzz is right there with to slam him back down. Buzz takes The Jackal up, whipping him into the opposite corner. He's about to charge, but Adam tags himself in.)

Eddie: Whoa nelly! Big mistake.

(Buzz hurries to his corner, tagging Tanis back in. Tanis, who had just gotten on the apron, is thrown in the ring by Buzz.)

Eddie: Coward!

Rick: 'Why do the work, when someone else can,' is Buzz's strategy, I think.

(Tanis turns around and clocks Buzz for his trouble. He turns around and Adam with a stiff right hand, sending Tanis down. Tanis returns to his feet and meets another shot to the head. The Revolution whips Byron into the ropes. Tanis comes back, and Knight Gorilla presses him high in the air before powerslamming him hard to the mat. Tanis is dragged up again. Knight hooks him in a pumphandle.)

Rick: He lifts him up... and down hard!

Eddie: This isn't fair. Adam is bigger.

Rick: You expect everyone to be the same size? Or to wrestle only in specific weight classes only? This ain't boxing! It's wrestling, Eddie! IWA style!

(Knight keeps Tanis grounded, setting up for a Sharpshooter. He turns him around. Tanis quickly pulls himself to the ropes behind Adam can sit back fully. Knight waits for Tanis to return to his feet. He swings with a right but Tanis ducks. The momentum of the swing spins Adam right around. Tanis takes advantage with an Atomic drop. He bulldogs Adam to the mat.)

Rick: Tanis is beginning to build some momentum finally.

(Knight returns to his feet and Tanis charges. Adam ducks the clothesline, then locks in a bearhug as Byron turns around.)

Rick: Adam's trying to squeeze the air right out of Tanis.

Eddie: But Tanis counters with a thumb to the eye. Now that's what I'm talkin' about! Yeeeeah!

Rick: Thug Life, Eddie.

Eddie: Word, yo.

(Tanis hits a jawbreaker. Then, he lifts Adam in the air and drops him neck first on the top rope. Knight bounces up and grabs his neck in pain. Tanis scoops Adam up and slams him to the mat. Tanis starts kicking the knee of The Revolution. Adam is pulled to his feet and hits a stunner.)

Rick: Great move from Tanis. He's not going for the pin... not just yet.

(Byron pulls Adam up. He stuff's Adam's head between his legs. Tanis lifts him... no, Knight blocks. Adam counters it with a backbody and quickly tags in James.)

Rick: Adam gets out of trouble, tagging in the Jackal.

(Adam rolls out of the ring, still feeling the effects of the attack. James charges Tanis, who's back on his feet. The Lord of The Ring drops down, avoiding the clothesline and grabs the right leg of The Jackal as he runs by, taking The Jackal down. Tanis quickly pulls back on the leg, sitting way back on James.)

Eddie: The Hawk's Talon! What a great move from Tanis!

Rick: Beautiful execution! Tanis has put away many a men with this hold. Look how far back he's leaning. That will make anyone tap!

(The Jackal is about to tap! He's fighting it! He's fighting it!)

Rick: Look at James Knight... how is he not tapping!

Eddie: Give him a sec...

(Buzz smacks Tanis' shoulder.)

Eddie: What the hell? Buzz just tagged himself in!

(The ref is ordering the release of the Hawk's Talon, being the illegal man.)

Rick: I see sparks.

(Tanis pops to his feet, looking at Buzz with disgust. Buzz jaws him, Tanis jaws back. Quickly, Buzz grabs his head and drops down, draping Tanis' head over the top rope. Tanis bounces backwards on his back. Buzz hops in the ring. He takes Tanis up and hurls him over the ropes.)

Eddie: What a freakin' asshole!

Rick: That indeed is true.

(Buzz cuts off The Jackal from the tag. Buzz nails Adam Knight, sending him off the apron. Buzz with a low blow, as Adam Knight inadvertently distracts the ref.)

Eddie: He cheated!

Rick: Tanis has been cheating all night!

Eddie: Yeah, but... it's Buzz!

Rick: Good arguement. Buzz scoops up the Jackal. He's going for the Buzzsaw! This is it!

(WHACK!)

Rick: Tanis just whacked Buzz in the back with a steel chair! The ref didn't see it!

(With the assist, The Jackal shifts his weight around, and reverses the Buzzsaw.)

Eddie: Tombstone Piledriver! Buzz is down!

(The Jackal quickly tags in Adam Knight. The Revolution runs in the ring. He drops down, applying an inverted beast choke on Buzz, with a body scissors.)

Rick: The Knight's Bane! Adam has the Knight's Bane locked in!

(Tanis stands on the outside, watching the whole affair. The ref checks Buzz.)

Eddie: Buzz is tapping! Buzz is tapping!

(Accompanied by a loud burst of cheers, the bell sounds.)

Rick: Here comes Tanis.

(The Lord of The Ring enters the squared circle, weilding that chair. He swings at Adam, but he drops away from it. Adam and James exit the ring in a flurry, and head for the back. Tanis screams at them from afar. Then, Tanis turns around, and a smile comes across his face as he lays eyes upon Buzz.)

Rick: Uh oh.

Eddie: Oh yeah!

(Buzz slowly comes to. He struggles to get to his feet. When he does, he's facing the crowd. Buzz rubs his head, as Tanis holds the chair back, ready to unleash. Buzz suddenly realizes where he is. The crowd is in a frenzy, anticipation. Buzz is woriied. He slowly turns around.)

(SMACK!)

Rick: Tanis just took Buzz out of his shoes with that shot!

Eddie: I love it!

(Tanis has hatred in his eyes, and revenge in his heart. He throws the chair on the ground. Tanis drags Buzz up and locks him in a full-nelson.)

Rick: We've seen this before.

(With force, Tanis slams Tyler's head into the chair!)

Eddie: Moment of Clarity! I love that sound!

Rick: Tanis isn't done yet!

(He's not. The Lord of The Ring has Tyler's leg. And with a quick glance at the crowd, he leans back, applying the half-crab he has dubbed, The Hawk's Talon.)

Rick: Tanis is trying to decapitate Buzz Tyler!

Eddie: Buzz is out! He's unconscious!

(Tanis reels back a little more. Officials hurry to the ring. Six of them. They attempt to get Tanis to break the hold.)

Rick: Tanis won't release it! He's not done yet!

(The officials try and force the break, but Tanis shoves them away. Finally, he releases it. Tanis stands tall... stands proud, as the officials check up on Tyler. They call for paramedics.)

Eddie: What a show!

("Symphony of Destruction" hits the PA once again. Tanis has a chair.)

Rick: What now?

(And for good measure... WHACK!)

Eddie: He nailed Buzz again with the chair again!

(The Lord of The Ring raises the chair high in the air with one hand. A satisfied smile upon his face.)

(Copyright. Logo. Black.)