Rick: Ok ladies and gents, here we go on the tail of being KICKED out of the HCWF after losing his HCWF Heavyweight Title to Mike Sloan at the last HCWF PPV, Matt Saunders is going to defend what gold he has left!

Eddie: Logan has history here in IWA, being the International champ and just kickin' ass. Saunders is screwed... in my humble opinion.

Rick: So far �Showtime� Matt has made a huge mark here in Toronto, I�m putting my money on Saunders.

# 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 shakes 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: And here he comes The IWA Cruiserweight Champ Matt Saunders.

Eddie: Jeeze, that's a long intro.

Rick: I've seen longer. *Ahem* Adam Knight.

Eddie: Long intros . . . . . bad.

Rick: Some people like long intros.

("What's This Life For" by Creed hits. The fans cheer for the former IWA International champ Logan, as he heads down to the ring.)

Eddie: Better.

(The two men approach each other with intensity in their eyes, and we get a lockup.)

Rick: And it�s on, Logan getting the better of Matt, a whip into the corner from Logan. Logan takes a step back, DROPKICK!

Eddie: Saunders head SNAPS back, god that had to hurt, Logan really starting this off early.

Rick: Saunders is back on Logan, a grabble, and Logan is in a side headlock. Bulldog from Saunders Logan is out on the mat.

(Logan tries to get up but Saunders sends his heel into the back of Logan�s head. Saunders scurries up the turnbuckle.)

Rick: Saunders is going to attempt something here.

Eddie: Look Logan is starting to move.

(Saunders leaps off of the turnbuckle apparently going for a leg drop, but Logan rolls to safety.)

Rick: And Saunders lands HARD on the mat; his back looks to be hurting him now! Logan is up and going back after Showtime.

Eddie: Very back and forth here, both guys going great.

Rick: Logan picks up the champ by his hair and drags him over to the corner setting him up on the turnbuckle; I think he�s . . . yes Logan has just gotten up behind Saunders.

(Logan stops and takes a quick look around the packed arena and then makes his move.)

Rick: TOP ROPE SUPERPLEX!

Eddie: Gah . . . Saunders don�t look to good.

Rick: You can say that again.

Eddie: Ga . . . nah to easy.

(Saunders is out on the mat while Logan goes to play with the crowd, starting up a �LOGAN� chant. Little does he realize Saunders is stirring behind him slowly getting to his feet.)

Rick: Wow, Saunders is up and going after Logan!

(Logan gets a surprised look on his face and slowly turns around to face Matt. As soon as they are face-to-face Saunders gives a little wave and knocks Logan outside he ring.)

Eddie: Logan was more than a little surprised I would say; now he�s eating arena floor. Wait, why hasn�t Matt gone out after him?

Rick: He�s just standing on the turnbuckle watching him. Logan is up and gives Saunders a strange look.

(Saunders gives Logan a cocky look and simply waves his hand almost ordering Logan to get back in the ring.)

Rick: I guess Saunders wants this one to end in ring. Since he has no more ties to the HCWF he wants to cut back on the hardcore stuff I suppose.

Eddie: Logan shrugs and slides in ring, Saunders still with the cocky look smeared across his face, man that is one confident guy.

(Logan slides in ring quickly and gets the best of Saunders, sending him to the mat with a chopblock. He pulls Matt to his feet. Logan scoops him up, but Saunders squirms out of it. He shoves Logan into the ropes. Saunders ducks down for a back body, but Logan kicks him in the shoulder. He grabs Saunders by the hair and tosses him over the top rope.)

Rick: Saunders went to the outside anyway. Just a matter of time.

Eddie: That was a bad landing.

Rick: Saunders seems to be holding his ankle, I hope nothing�s wrong.

(Saunders lays screaming on the outside, Logan taunts him for a while the starts to look worried. The ref starts the ten count.)

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

(Saunders remains holding his ankle, rolling around. Logan stops his taunting.)

4 . . . 5 . . . 6 . . . 7

Rick: This aint good here folks, Saunders is hurt bad.

Eddie: 8 . . . 9 . . . 10! Saunders is counted out.

Rick: Logan wins the match but the gold stays firmly around the waist of Matt �Showtime� Saunders. We need to get some paramedics out here. Logan looks a bit worried himself.

(The meds comes out to help Saunders from ring side, when Rick and Eddie notice something strange.)

Eddie: Say . . . that one medic look strange . . . why his his hat so low?

Rick: That aint no medic . . . it�s

(The medic takes the hat off revealing his true identity.)

Rick: CHRIS FURY!!!

Eddie: Holy Sh . . .

Rick: EDDIE family show!

(Fury grabs Saunders and violently beats on him with hard right hands to the face. The paramedics try to help Saunders, but Fury is too strong. He continues beating on Saunders.)

Rick: C'mon, Fury... Saunders is injured!

(Logan finally jumps out of the ring. He nails Fury, sending him off of Saunders. Fury scampers up and leaves through the crowd.)

Eddie: Insane . . . Fury wont let this go will he? He wants that Cruiserweight title.

Rick: The guy is a little unstable in my opinion.

Eddie: I wonder what pushed Logan to help Matt?

Rick: Respect maybe. He's laying there, tending to an injury, and out comes some bastard taking advantage of the situation.

Eddie: Gotta admit. Pretty smart move.

Rick: We're back!

(�Eye of the Tiger� fills the arena.)

Rick: And with company.

(�The Tiger� Adam Burke descends his way down to the ring, the fans giving the rookie a good cheer.)

Eddie: Who let him out of the basement?

Rick: What an impressive run he has had in the IWA, and HCWF. He has defeated every single wrestler that he faced in the IWA, and has captured the HCWF Cruiserweight title. But, if tonight, he beats Adam Knight. All that will look like peanuts, as he would advance to the finals of the IWA tournament for the Heavyweight title.

(Burke rolls under ropes and motions the crew for a mike. Someone tosses him one, and as the crowd dies down he starts to speak.)

Burke: Boy, I really don�t have anything important to say, I just always wanted to know what it would be like to come out here and talk like all the big stars do.

(Adam nervously glances around and wipes some sweat off of his head.)

Burke: Actually, it�s kinda creepy, everyone staring at you�I gotta go lay down.

(Adam drops the mike and strolls backstage.)

Eddie: Thank for wasting our time!

Rick: The kid's nervous. But, he's facing Adam Knight, so I can't blame him. It's a big match.

(We head to the back, where Monty Clark is leaning against a pop machine, while browsing through the latest fashion trends in a well-respected magazine.)

Monty: My god! Look at the knockers on Miss October!

(Crowd pop.)

(A large man walks by Monty, colliding shoulders. Monty's mag lands on a coffee spill. This garners Monty's attention immediately.)

Rick: That's Fusion, the newest man on the IWA roster.

Monty: Excuse me. But you just destroyed treasured litteracy!

Fusion: So, you're the manager of this Otomo guy I'm facing. Heh. What are you suppose to be? Some sort of rebel against society?

Monty: Can you please talk from over there? You smell pretty bad.

(Fusion is outraged.)

Fusion: What the hell did you just say??

(Fusion grabs him by the collar.)

Fusion: I'm gonna ki...

(Fusion is clobbered from behind.)

Rick: Samuel Otomo!

(Otomo, the Asian-American Judo master, grabs Fusion by the hair and whips him into the solid wall head first. He destroys with a stiffly thrown kick to the chest.)

Eddie: He just knocked Fusion down with that harsh shot!

(Monty directs traffic, pointing at the nearby table.)

Monty: Take him out, Sam!

Rick: Otomo isn't waiting for their match!

(Samuel Otomo lifts him over his shoulder and drives him through the table with a spinebuster!)

Rick: Fusion just crashed through that table! That ain't too forgiving, let me tell ya.

(Apparently, they aren't done. Monty pats the pop machine with a healthy smile on his face. Otomo goes behind.)

Rick: He's not gonna....

Eddie: Yes he is!

(With some force and a little strain, Otomo sends the machine leaning to the right until it crashes on top of the fallen Fusion.)

Eddie: Sweet!

Rick: He just... I don't think Fusion is gettin' up anytime soon.

Eddie: That'll teach him to mess with Playboy!

(We return from break to the back. A handfull of paramedics aid in placing Fusion on a stretcher.)

Rick: Fans, as you can see, Fusion is not fit to compete tonight against Samuel Otomo.

Eddie: It was Fusion's own fault. He started with Monty and Playboy.

Rick: Well, regardless of who's at fault, both men won't be in action this week. And depending on the injuries sustain in that attack, maybe longer for Fusion.

Eddie: That's not entirely true. That was a lot of action we just saw.

Rick: Yeah, well that's true, too.

(We see Fusion being carted away.)

Rick: Alright! Up next, we have a tag team match. The team of Anthony Cosgrove and Antoine Murrain... better known as Paradox are set to do battle with Reno and Chris Norton... Dangerous Minds! Recently, the stakes have been raised, as the winning team will gain entry to the International Title battle royal, next week on Rush!

Eddie: Higher stakes mean higher quality.

Rick: Well... not all the time. But let's hope that that is the case here.

("Bodies" by Drowning pool hits the ears of the fans Reno and "Screaming" Chris Norton show up on the ramp, and make their way down the ramp, showboating and pumping the crowd on their way.)

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Eddie: And now for their opponents, Antoine Murrain and Anthony Cosgrove.

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Rick:� What, no sarcasm? No bad insults?

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Eddie: I just wanted to know what it would be like to be you for a change.

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Rick: And?

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Eddie: It was sheer, unadulterated hell.

�

("It Feels Good" by Tony, Tony, Tone hits the speakers, as Paradox now makes their entrance to the ring, pumping themselves up for this lineup, and showboating before stepping between the ropes and celebrating inside.� Reno and Antoine set themselves up in the ring and start circling as the bell rings.)

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Rick: Alright, and here we go, and just as an added stipulation, the winners of this match will compete in the Battle Royal for the coveted IWA International Championship.

�

(Reno and Antoine lock up, Antoine gets the advantage and knees Reno in the stomach, however when Reno shoots back up, sending Murrain to the mat low blow.� The ref comes over and starts to argue with Reno, threatening a DQ early in the match.)

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Eddie: Lousy refs, if that's the worst that happen tonight I'll be disappointed.

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Rick: Get over it Eddie, Reno in heated debate, but Murrain gets up and taps the ref on the shoulder, then kicks Reno in groin.� The ref shrugs his shoulders, and signals the two to go back at it.

�

(Antoine picks up Reno and holds him by the neck, then taps in Anthony Cosgrove, who lets loose on some knife edge chops to the chest, sending the arena alive with "Woo's")

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Eddie: Woo, hehe...woo.

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Rick: Anthony going for one more, but Reno regains his composure and grabs his hand, and hits an Arm Breaker over his shoulder.�

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(Anthony grasping his arm in pain as Reno walks over to make the tag, but before he can do it Cosgrove runs and slams Reno's head into the mat with a Faceplant.� Anthony twists around, showing off to the crowd, but Reno isn't that hurt, and dropkicks Anthony square in the back.� Reno picks up Cosgrove, and Irish Whips him off of the ropes, Reno bounces off the opposite ones, and comes back nailing Anthony with a Flaying Lariat.)

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Rick: Definitely something he'll feel tomorrow there, Reno finally makes the tag to his partner Chris Norton, who charges into the ring.� Anthony is getting up, but only to be met with a clothesline from Norton.� Anthony shoots up, but is hit by another clothesline, Anthony up again, Norton going again for the clothesline, but Cosgrove grabs the arm and hit an Armdrag!� Reno jumps into the ring and kicks Anthony off him, only to nailed in the face with a missile dropkick from Antoine from on top of the turnbuckle! Amazing!�

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Eddie: Reno is down and out, too bad he's not the in man.� Murrain picks Reno up and tosses him out of the ring, Antoine and Anthony both up, and Anthony picks up Norton, and sets him on top of the turnbuckle.� Anthony stands up on top and picks Norton up, setting him up for a Super-Piledriver!

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(Anthony Adjusts himself, then lets nails the Piledriver with an impact!� The fans are going nuts.)

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Rick: Amazing move by Anthony Cosgrove on Norton, he goes for the pin 1.....2.....No! Kick out by� Norton, amazing!

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(Norton scrambles away an his stomach and makes the tag Reno, to his still a little out of it.� Anthony, still in pain from that move, is able to make to the tag to Antoine, and the two storm in the ring at each other.� The two start exchanging blows across across the face, finally Reno gets the advantage and nails a huge blow, sending Murrain reeling away, Reno pushes him off of the ropes, and hits a Belly-to-Belly, putting Antoine on the mat.)

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Eddie: Reno going for the cover, 1....2....Kick out from Murrain, who saw that one coming?

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(Murrain scrambles away, and grabs Reno from behind, going for the sleep hold!)

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Rick: Reno is screaming in pain as Murrain tightens down the hold, the incredible pain Reno's face, as his strength is sapping.� Reno reaching for the ropes...HE HAS THEM!� Murrain breaks the hold.�

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(Reno is holding onto the ropes for support, as Antoine grabs him from behind, and lifts Reno high in the air, but hold him in place some time.� The tension builds in the ring as Reno is still suspended from up high, the blood rushing to his face, finally Antoine lets it falls back into a reverse suplex.� The impact to the face busts Reno open, as Murrain goes for the cover.)

Eddie: 1.......2........NO! Sweet, more blood!

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Rick: Amazing, Reno kicked out, Antoine is pissed now, he picks up Reno, and throws him into the turnbuckle.� Antoine climbs up top, and grabs Reno by the head from behind, then rolls over, a Super Neck breaker! Reno is on the ground reeling, Antoine goes for the cover, 1.....2.....3! This one's in the books folks!

Rick: Big win for Paradox! Looks like Antoine Murrain and Anthony Cosgrove are in the battle royal next week! And that means we've got a full lineup.

Eddie: Where's those tag belts?

(***"Are You Gonna Go My Way" by Lenny Kravitz starts up on the PA and the fans show their disgust with their Boo's.)

Eddie: Damn. He's still here?

(The lights are out and a spotlight appears at the entranceway. Buzz Tyler steps out into the spotlight and spins around, showing off for the fans. He struts his way to the ring as the fans throw various items of debris in his direction. The spotlight follows him and he hops up into the ring. He is not wearing his wrestling gear, as he doesn't have a match tonight, and he pulls a microphone out of his jean pocket and the lights come on. Buzz puts the microphone up to his mouth, but the fans continue to boo. Buzz snaps:***)

Buzz: You people Shut the Fuck Up!!!

Rick: Whoa! Whoa!

(Boo....Buzz is not kidding. There's something a little different about the look on Buzz Tyler's face.)

Buzz: Byron Tanis, Fuck You.

Eddie: What's up his ass?

(Boo...Fans don't like Tanis very much these days, but Buzz is Buzz.)

Buzz: Tonight, I have no match, but I do have a lot of aggression. Tonight, someone will help me to vent. Tanis, if you step into this arena, your ass is mine.

(Boo..."Go Away Buzz", "Go Away Buzz".)

Buzz: Boog-Man...it may be you. Adam Knight...it may be you. Seth Christopher...if your redneck ass is here tonight, it may be you. Tonight, someone is going to be taken out of here on a stretcher and tonight, someone will Feel the Buzz.

(BOOOOO)

(The music plays again. Buzz heads to the back.)

Eddie: My my. This kid has some anger issues.

Rick: Can't really blame him... all that much, anyway. You saw what Tanis did to him last week.

Eddie: That was very amusing, Rick.

Rick: Yes. Yes it was.

Eddie: Buzz go boom... haha... funny.

(We return and head to the back. Buzz Tyler is walking around, still fuming. He's knocking things down left and right with a bat he's got in his hands.)

Buzz: Tanis! Show yourself! Face me!

Rick: We're back. And Buzz is goin' off.

Eddie: Tanis isn't even here tonight!

(Buzz runs into an official.)

Buzz: Where the hell is Tanis??

Official: He... he's not here...

Buzz: Oh. OK.

(Buzz smiles, then swings and nails the official in the chest. He falls in a heap.)

Rick: Jeesus... he didn't do anything!

Eddie: What can ya say?

(Buzz heads off, continuing his tantrum.)

Rick: Alright. I hope we get Buzz in order... put an end to his escapade tonight.

Eddie: Good luck. And he wonders why we all hate him.

Rick: Up next, we have the Extreme title on the line.

Eddie: Mike Barcode really impressed me last week. He put in one hell of a fine effort winning the IWA Extreme title in that Last Man Standing Match.

Rick: That is definitely true. But, all competitors gave it their all, and gave us one great-ass match.

Eddie: No doubt. And tonight, Barcode defends that belt against Chris Fury and Evan Hurley.

(The arenas lights dim except for a red spotlight on the entrance area. Eddie immediatley jumps up from his seat.)

Eddie: Here we go! It's time for some good old blood and gore and here comes a guy that knows how to supply it!

Rick: Eddie.

Eddie: Yes?

Rick: Sit down and shut up.

(Eddie sits back down.)

(A red number 8 appears on the big video screen as a voice calls it off and countsdown numbers as they appear on the screen.)

8, 7, 6, 6, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.... BOOM!

(Pyro explodes out of stage and red strobe lights light up the arena as "The Heretic Anthem" by Slipknot plays over the P.A. of the arena.)

(Eddie jumps back up.)

Eddie: BLOOOD! BLOOD! BLOOOOOOOOOOD!

Rick: Not this again Eddie...

Eddie: Time for some big time violence!

(Chris Fury appears in the entrance area and makes his way to the ring. He is wearing a black shirt that says "The Rejects" on the front, and a red fishnet shirt underneath it. He is also wearing a pair of baggy black pants that are torn at the bottom, and is wearing black eye liner around his eyes.)

Eddie: Now this guy is one sick puppy, and that's exactly why I like him!

Rick: Well Fury is quite sick in the head, or at least that's how things have seemed as of late. We'll see if he can pull off a win tonight.

Eddie: Yes, we will see.

(Chris Fury reaches the ring and hops in over the top rope.)

Rick: Yes. Yes we will.

(The music dies.)

Eddie: OK.

(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: It's amazing how much these three all hate each other.

[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: Look at them all staring each other down. They're all ready to burst.

(DING DING DING.)

(And they burst. Everyone begins swinging rights at everyone at a blinding pace.)

Eddie: They are gonna decapitate each other.

(Hurley starts to fall behind, and because of that Fury and Barcode turn to him, each connecting with a series of hard rights. They both launch Hurley into the ropes and a double-clothesline sends him down. Then they turn to each other with closed-fist shots.)

Rick: Ya knew that union wasn't gonna last very long.

(Fury tosses Barcode in the ropes. Barcode leapfrogs over Fury and spins around, sweeping the legs of his opponent. Barcode brings Fury back up, but Hurley takes him down with a belly-to-back suplex. Evan grabs a hold of Fury and a snap suplex takes him to the mat.)

Eddie: Lets get to the weapons!

Rick: My my, Eddie. What do you do during the rest of the show when there's no hardcore wrestling?

Eddie: Usually I just make up stories in my head about sausage people, and/or a cat named Dog.

Rick: Oh! We got that on record! You are SO fired!

Eddie: No! No! I was joking! I watch the matches! I do!

(Evan starts choking Fury.)

Eddie: Don't fire me, Mr. Vincent. Not even the local KFC will hire me.

Rick: You are pathetic.

Eddie: I know.

(Barcode uses the opportunity to slide out of the ring. He grabs a kendo stick from the underring of doom. Barcode hops on the apron. But Hurley with a shoulderblock prevents his attack. Hurley suplex's Barcode back in the ring. Evan now climbs outside the ring and grabs a chair from ring side.)

Rick: Folks, this is getting very raw.

Eddie: Raw!?!

Rick: Not that kind of raw you dolt.

Eddie: If ya smell . . .

Rick: No! That doesn't exist! That doesn't exist!

Eddie: Listen to the voice in your head, Rick! It knows.

Rick: (quietly) It doesn't exist.

(In ring Fury makes a B line straight towards Barcode, in one quick movement Evan swings the chair straight at Fury�s face.)

Rick: God that chair made impact while Fury was in a full on sprint!

Eddie: God I love the Extreme Title.

(Fury lay in the ring, holding his face. Barcode faces Hurley. Evan has the chair held back, ready to attack. Barcode wisely exits the ring. Hurley yells at him before turning his attention to his other opponent. Hurley places the chair in between the second and third ropes. Meanwhile on the outside, Barcode has found a new toy. Sand paper!)

Eddie: Dang. That's gonna end up hurtin' someone.

(Hurley picks up Fury, whose face is slowly building up with blood. Hurley tries to toss Fury into the chair, but it's reversed, and Hurley smacks head first. Barcode rolls in the ring now, sandpaper in his left hands. Fury with the kendo stick, swings! Barcode ducks, and tackles Fury to the ground. He starts to violently scrape the sand paper over Fury's face.)

Eddie: Holy hell!

Rick: That can't be good for that exposed wound on Chris' face.

(Barcode gets to his feet and raises his arms in the air. The crowd pops. But Fury grabs a hold of that fresh kendo stick. WHAM! Shot to the back. Hurley is up, but Fury shoves Barcode into him. Evan goes over the top rope and out of the ring. Fury dropkicks Barcode in the knees, taking him off his feet. He pulls Barcode to the corner of the ring with the chair, and stuffs his head in behind it.)

Rick: What the hell? What's he planning?

(Fury heads to the opposite corner. He sprints across the ring and dropkicks the chair! Barcode falls out of the ring.)

Rick: Fury nearly decapitated Barcode with that shot!

Eddie: My head hurts.

(Fury exits the ring to join his opponents. He meets Evan, who clocks him with a right. Fury drops down hard. Evan sticks his hand in the air to reveal a set of brass knuckles.)

Eddie: The knux are in play! The knux are in play!

(Hurley takes the time to set up a table at ringside. He lays Barcode over the table, and enters the ring.)

Rick: Hurley's goin' up top!

Eddie: This is about to get interesting.

(Hurley points to Barcode, garneshing a pop. But from behind, Fury tosses him away.)

Rick: Oh hell! Down goes Hurley.

(Fury climbs to the top and leaps off with a splash! He connects with Barcode and the table breaks.)

Eddie: Oh yeah! That was cool.

Rick: Fury might have this won!

(Fury takes a moment to regain his senses and covers Barcode.)

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

Eddie: He kicked out! Barely. That was close.

(Hurley comes in for the pickings. He pulls Fury back up. Fury fights him off with stiff punches, but Hurley comes right back with a knee to the gut. Hurley lifts Fury up in the air and drops him with a piledriver.)

Eddie: Vicious piledriver. Those are tough to take.

(Evan starts wailing on Fury with right hands. Barcode is now back up, but still shaky.)

Rick: Barcode reaching under the ring, as he pulls out a barbed wire bat he stored there!

Eddie: Barcode likes using those goodies, my friend. But-he's pulling the Barcode off of the bat, and wrapping it around his own hand! His hand is being shredded!

(Hurley comes towards Barcode, and Barcode punches Hurley in the forehead. The barbed wire catches his skin, and they become hooked. Barcode pulls his arm back, and rips of some of the skin, but they stay hooked.)

Rick: GROSS!

Eddie: Hurley punching at Barcode, as Fury comes at them both. Barcode levels Fury with a kick to the groin, and a solid kick to Hurley, as he picks the barbed wire off of his head.

(Barcode slowly unwraps the barbed wire from his hand, and grates it on the back of Hurley's head, keeping him down.)

Rick: Well, I think I've seen enough blood for one night.

(Barcode rolls back in the ring, hands raised. The crowd pops.)

Eddie: Look how triumphant he looks.

(Barcode is done showboating, and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a steel chair. Fury and Evan are both getting to their feet on the other side of the ring. Barcode re-enters the ring. Moments later, Hurley and Fury are in.)

Rick: Fury and Evan now going at in like rabbid dogs.

Eddie: Barcode with that steel chair, climbing the turnbuckle.

Rick: Chris and Evan are coming at him now...

(Barcode launches with a missile dropkick. He kicks Hurley in the head, and swings the chair, smacking Fury as he comes down. Fury and Hurley both crash, as Barcode stands tall.)

Rick: This is some truly innovative stuff from Mike Barcode!

Eddie: Quite impressive.

(Barcode lays the chair on top of Hurley. He bounces off the ropes and leaps for a splash. But Hurley cracks him with the chair on his way down.)

Rick: What a fast reaction.

Eddie: Any slower and he'd be hurtin' quite a bit more.

(Hurley is back up. And so is Fury. Chris turns around and ducks a chair shot. He kicks Hurley in the stomach and sets up for a DDT, but Hurley counters with a northern lights suplex on the chair!)

Rick: Beautiful counter.

Eddie: And here comes Barcode.

Rick: Hurley and Barcode to their feet, and this should be interesting. Both men, fists clenched, ready to explode!

Eddie: Barcode letting loose with a fist! He-he stopped! Hurley letting his guard down too...Barcode with a quick....handshake?!?

(Barcode extends his hand, and Hurley accepts.)

Rick: There's gotta be some sort of double cross coming up soon..

Eddie: I hope. C'mon... some one... kick... kick!

(Barcode and Hurley stop shaking, as Fury gets to his feet. Hurley and Barcode charge with a double clothesline. They both pull him up. Barcode lifts Fury up, and Hurley helps throw him down for a powerbomb on the chair. They smile at each other.)

Rick: Why are they not fighting? What's their reasoning?

(Hurley instructs Barcode to bring him to his feet, as Evan climbs to the top rope. Barcode shoves Fury in the open. Hurley leaps off and hits a top rope bulldog on the chair!)

Eddie: The Violent Act! That's gonna leave a mark.

(Hurley steps back. Barcode covers Fury.

Rick: Hurley's letting Barcode cover.

Eddie: ONE...................TWO..................THREE!

Rick: This one's over.

(Barcode and Hurley look at each other. And they embrace in a quick man-hug.)

Rick: I'm speechless.

Eddie: I'm not. Barcode and Hurley seem to have put their many differences behind them for a greater cause. But, what is the cause?

Rick: Wow. Good work, Eddie.

(Barcode raises the IWA Extreme title. Hurley raises the HCWF TV title.)

Rick: Welcome back, folks! We go from Evan Hurley and Extreme Champ Mike Barcode seemingly putting their many past differences behind them... to a test.

Eddie: 'Tis time for Boog-man to fail the Test Of Consistancy. Failing is what he does best.

Rick: Yeah, like he failed to win the NeWA World title, right?

Eddie: Shut up.

Rick: Three matches, Boog will have to win them all to past the Test of Consistancy.

(Choppy guitar.)

(Steve Taylor's odd singing voice)

(Green pyro)

(The entrance of the World's Original Boog-man.)

Rick: Boog looks psyched. He wants to show up Vincent. And I would love to see that happen.

Eddie: MISTER Vincent, Rick.

(A few fans high-fived, a bottom ring rope dived under, and the Boog-man is standing, ready for the three men that Mike Vincent has for him to face.)

Rick: Speaking of "Mister" Vincent. What the hell is his motivation? I mean, Boog is a valuable asset to the IWA, and he's just... well, toying with him.

Eddie: Must I repeat what he said? Boog has to EARN his shot. Dumbass.

Rick: I'm gonna kill you!

Eddie: Ooh... I'm scared of you!

Rick: Bring it, fat ass.

(First Boog wants to say something. He calls for a mic, and the ring announcer tosses one to him.)

Boog: Okay, Mike. Time to party. This is something that I hope you understand is going to bite you right back...and you had best learn to digest, because it will ALL come back to haunt you.

Eddie: He better watch those words.

Rick: I just wanna know who the opponents are... this is bothering me.

(Silence. The camera shows the vacant entrance. Then...)

("Triumph" by Wu-Tang hits. And out steps one half of the North American Connection, IWA's Blade.)

Rick: Blade is the first challenge.

Eddie: Oh come on! I can pick a better challenge outta my a...

Rick: EDDIE!

(Blade walks to the ring, smile upon his face. He is quite confident. Blade hops on the ring.)

(DING DING DING!)

(Boog tries to lock up, but Blade ducks and spins around. Waistlock, but Boog with elbows to the skull. Boog takes Blade down with a hiptoss. Blade pops up and another hiptoss takes him down. Boog grabs Blade in an armbar, but Blade grabs the ropes.)

Rick: The ref in to break it up... and a low-blow from Blade!

Eddie: The unstoppable equalizer.

(Blade hits a faceslam on Boog and covers. 1.....................2.............. Boog gets the shoulder up. Blade brings Boog up to his feet. But Boot rattles Blade with a right hand.)

Rick: The World's Original is now going for a powerbomb. Blade up for the ride...

Eddie: You can't powerbomb cruiserweights!

Rick: Blade counters with a huge DDT! Cover...

(ONE.............TWO............ kickout. Blade points to the top rope. He climbs up, and stares at the crowd.)

Rick: What's he going for?

Eddie: I dunno. He's wasting too much time.

(Blade leaps off right into Boog's arms for a monstrous powerslam!)

Eddie: What a rough counter! Blade payed for his stupidity.

(Boog with a cover, 1..................2...............3!)

Rick: Boog made short work of Blade. But, that's what needs to be done if he wants to go through three men.

("Are You Gonna Go My Way")

Eddie: Oh hell.

(And out comes Buzz Tyler, looking like his house got blown up.)

Rick: Looks like Buzz Tyler is the second opponent. Boog's gonna have a hard time gettin' past this one.

Eddie: Buzz Tyler! Is Vincent kidding? This reminds me of Thomas Bunton Allensworth.

Rick: TBA! Heh... that was great.

(Buzz slowly comes to the ring, not trying to impress anyone. Buzz steps on the apron, and finally enters.)

(The bell sounds.)

(They lock up. Boog with a side-headlock. Buzz shoves him in the ropes. Boog comes back and collides with Buzz, taking him down. Buzz climbs back to his feet immediately, and ducks a lariat. He hits Boog with an atomic drop and bulldogs him to the mat.)

Rick: Buzz is bitter about everything right now. From his earlier interview, it seems he just wants to destroy things... and Boog is a good start, it seems.

Eddie: GO AWAY BUZZ!

Rick: Tyler with a kick... no, Boog catches it. Enziguri from Buzz, but it's ducked. Boog with an ankle lock! He's trying to end it!

Eddie: Buzz scrambles to the ropes.

(Both men get to their feet. Buzz blocks a right and hits a quick jawbreaker. Buzz now rolls out of the ring.)

Rick: He's going for a chair...

Eddie: This could get Tyler.

Rick: What?

Eddie: You know... Tyler = ugly.

Rick: Oh.

(Buzz rolls back in the ring, weilding the chair. Boog is up. Buzz swings but Boog ducks the chairshot. Boog kicks Buzz in the stomach, and goes for a Stunner, but Buzz shoves Boog away. Buzz reaches for the chair a second time.)

Eddie: Look out, Boog.

(WHACK!)

Eddie: I did the best I could.

Rick: Buzz just clocked Boog-man in the face! That's a DQ.

(DING DING DING)

Eddie: What an easy win. That shouldn't count.

Rick: I think it's about to get a little harder.

(WHAM! Another shot to the back. Boog fights to his feet, and SMACK! Another shot to the head.)

Rick: Enough with the chair! Boog still has to wrestle a third opponent!

Eddie: Buzz ain't done. He's setting up for the Buzzsaw...

Rick: He has Boog up... and down! He just dropped Boog-man with the Buzzsaw on the chair!

Eddie: This is semi enjoyable. Wait... no... Buzz is evil. Bad... no good.

(The crowd boos, as Buzz finally rolls out of the ring. He heads up to the exit.)

Rick: Boog is hurt. I don't think he can wrestle a third match.

Eddie: Consistancy, Rick. He has to.

("Summertime in the Void" by I Mother Earth plays. And out steps Vincent.)

Vincent: Nice job, Boog. You won two matches already.

(A shot of Boog on his hands and knees, but barely.)

Vincent: Well, I dunno if you call that last one a win or not. But never-the-less, you are 2 for 2. But, you gotta be 3 for 3. So... I present to you, competitor number three!

(Vincent motions to the entrance.)

#I AM IRONMAN#

Rick: Oh boy.

(Huge boos all around, as Black Sabbath's "Ironman" plays throughout the arena. Out steps Darrel "The Future" Besolve.)

Rick: Darrel Besolve!?!? Boog can hardly stand... let alone beat Darrel Besolve!

Eddie: Ha! This is easy pickin's!

(Darrel struts arrogantly down the aisle, as the jeers from the fans are off the scale.)

Rick: Besolve and Boog will meet next week in the semi-finals of the IWA Title tournament.

(Darrel climbs in the ring, staring at Boog. He begins to chuckle.)

Rick: Darrel can take an unfair advantage by taking out Boog even more... after what Buzz Tyler just did.

(DING! DING! DING!)

Rick: And we're off. This is ridiculous. Boog can't even stand.

(Boog is on his knees, but Besolve kicks him back down. Boog grabs a hold of the ropes, and pulls himself to his feet. Besolve starts swinging. Boog blocks one, two, but Darrel gets a shot in. He rocks Boog with stiff rights before throwing him into the ropes. Boog bounces back into a Gorilla slam.)

Rick: Look how high Darrel's holding Boog.

Eddie: What strength this guy has.

(Darrel drops Boog to the mat. Darrel stands in the ring, waiting for Boog-man to climb to his feet. Boog finally does, and a boot to the face knocks him right out of the ring. Darrel follows outside, and pulls Boog up. He launches Boog into the steel guardrail.)

Eddie: Back first into that steel!

Rick: This was suppose to be three straight, fair matches... not this!

Eddie: Enough with the complaints. Jesus.

Rick: Really. How fair is this? This isn't testing his consistancy, it's testing his heart, his talents... his endurance.

(Boog is rolled back in the ring.)

Eddie: Ah... but the test of endurance is one in its own.

(Besolve whips Boog in the corner. He charges, but Boog moves. Boog-man kicks Besolve in the stomach and connects with some rights.)

Rick: Look at Boog fight back! He's goin' to the end with this one!

(Boog tries to thrown Darrel, but it's reversed. Boog bounces back from the ropes and is dropped with a flapjack. Besolve gets to his feet and stomps Boog in the head. He looks towards the crowd, garneshing some heel heat.)

Rick: The fans here in Ottawa certainly don't like him.

Eddie: Who cares! I like him.

(Darrel pulls Boog-man up. Boog, a bloody mess, fights back, but Darrel rakes the face. He plants Boog-man with a DDT and covers. 1..................2........... kickout.)

Rick: With all Boog is taking, it's a wonder he kicked out.

(Darrel now locks on the figure-four leglock.)

Eddie: This is the move that put Matt Saunders away last week.

Rick: It truly is a painful maneuver. Boog is in deep right now.

(The ref checks Boog, but like a the fighter he is, he doesn't tap. Darrel, carefully scouting the ref, grabs a hold of the bottom rope for leverage.)

Rick: What the hell's this? Besolve is cheating.

Eddie: Will you just stop complaining?

(The ref glances over just in time to see the rope swaying back and forth rapidly. Suspicious, he warns Darrel. But as soon as he turns his back, Darrel goes right back to the ropes.)

Rick: Turn around, reffy!

Eddie: Reffy? Rick, you're a dumbass.

(Boog still shakes his head "no" as blood continues to flow from his open wounds. The ref turns around again, to see Darrel's arm move away from the ropes. Again, as soon as he turns away, Darrel goes right back to the ropes. But this time, the ref turns quickly and catches Darrel.)

Rick: It's about damn time.

(The ref forces the break of the hold. He counts quickly to 4, until Darrel releases the hold. Darrel gets to his feet and jaws the ref. He raises his arms to the crowd to another chorus of boos.)

Rick: This has been nothing but Darrel Besolve here. Boog-man has nothing in him after the earlier attacks.

Eddie: Rick, this is just a preview of next week. Besolve will kill Boog.

(Darrel brings Boog up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Boog crashes to the mat before hitting the ropes. Darrel laughs.)

Eddie: Ha! That's funny.

Rick: That's not funny. Boog has been murdered. This is a pathetic display by everyone involved. Vincent, Besolve and Buzz.

Eddie: No. It's funny. HAHA.

(Besolve sets Boog up in a pumphandle. Darrel hoists him over his shoulder and slams him hard to the mat. Now, he pulls Boog to his feet. Besolve whips Boog into the ropes... no! He pulls him back into a big spinbuster.)

Rick: BESOLVE SPIKE! He hit the Besolve Spike! This is over!

(Besolve makes the cover.)

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

(NO!)

Rick: What the...? Besolve just pulled Boog up! He had him beat!

Eddie: He's not done with him yet! Besolve wants to annihilate him before their encounter next week.

Rick: What a sick display of humanity.

(Besolve pulls Boog to his feet. The crowd is booing. Darrel stuffs Boog's head between his legs. He lifts him over his head and takes him to the mat with a huge powerbomb. Besolve throws his arms to the side, indacting the end is near.)

Rick: What now?

(He brings Boog up again. Darrel stuffs his head under his arm. Besolve uses all his power to bring him high into the air before dropping him head first into the mat.)

Eddie: The Light of Judgement!

Rick: Besolve has won many belts with that move!

Eddie: Now it's over.

(The cover. ONE..........................TWO...................)

Rick: He lifted Boog up again! He's STILL not done!

Eddie: What's he got planned now? Looks like he's calling for another Light of Judgement. You get 'em, Darrel!

(Darrel takes a moment to stare at the booing audience. Darrel is pleased. He turns around and grabs Boog by the hair. But out of nowhere, Boog rolls him up!)

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

Eddie: Oh my bloody hell! Boog just won the frickin' match! What the hell?

Rick: I can't believe it! Listen to these fans! Boog just came back from the dead and pinned Darrel Besolve!

Rick: Boog-Man does pass this test. But he's worse for the wear.

(Besolve is livid. He gets to his feet and stares down at Boog. He pulls Boog up, silencing the cheering crowd.)

Rick: Don't tell me he's not done...

Eddie: He's not done.

(Darrel sets up for the Light of Judgement when suddenly, "Summertime in the Void" plays. Besolve turns to face the ramp, as Mr. Vincent steps out.)

Vincent: That's enough Darrel. You've more than done your share.

(Besolve throws Boog to the mat.)

Vincent: One test down, and two to go, Boog. Next week is your test of endurance. Seeing as how you have a tournament match with Darrel next week, I think it's fitting that we make it a 30-minute Ironman match.

Rick: An Ironman match?

Eddie: That's what he said.

Vincent: The man with the most pinfalls in the 30 minute period is the winner. Darrel, Boog... good luck. Oh, and Boog-man... here's hopin' your injuries heal by next Monday.

(Black Sabbath's "Ironman" plays again to a chorus of boos. Vincent exits. Besolve eyes Boog-man as he leaves the ring and heads to the back.)

Rick: Well, it looks like we're gonna have quite the contest next week.

Eddie: More of Besolve domination, really.

Rick: Eddie, tonight was because of Buzz's attack. He could barely stand after that. Next week, hopefully, we'll get a healthy Boog as well as Darrel for that Ironman match.

Rick: We're back after our last break.

Eddie: Main event time, Rick?

Rick: Main event time, Eddie.

Eddie: Knight definitely has to be considered the favorite here. He is the NeWA Tag Team champion, and has accomplished so much in the NeWA.

Rick: But Adam Burke is a rising star. And I mean, this kid has potential up the wazoo. To make it to the semi-finals with such huge stars as Knight, Besolve, and Boog-man... two of which are former NeWA World Champions... is just an amazing feat for this rookie. I think Burke can surprise a lot of people tonight. He might pull this off.

Eddie: And how huge would that be. He'd be undefeated going into the finals for the IWA Heavyweight title in the main event of Night of Terror. Just huge.

Rick: I'm geared up for a great matchup.

Eddie: To the ring!

(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 and Brandy 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 gives a huge pop to the rookie, as he stops and nervously looks over the crowd. He centers himself on the stage and raises hands him the air as blue fireworks shoot out on either side of him.)

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

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

Rising up to the challenge of our rival

(Burke somersaults over the ropes, and dashes over to his corner where he nervously awaits Knight.)

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

Rick: I'm starting to warm to that music.

Eddie: Good music... good music.

[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 outlined by a plain black t-shirt, 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 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

DING

DING

DING

Rick: Here....we....go!

(Adam Knight takes a step towards Burke. The Tiger looks across at his opponent. Breathing heavily, Burke takes a step up, and stands face to face with Knight.)

Rick: Look at this! Burke might be nervous... but he's not backing down.

(Knight has a few words with Burke. Burke has a few words himself.)

Rick: Wonder what they're talking about?

Eddie: Probably about that Dark Angel show. Man, what I would do to get her in my bed!

Rick: Shut up, Eddie! They're talkin about the match... probably.

(Eye to eye, nose to nose, the intensity grows. The crowd is applauding the stand off, just waiting for an explosion. And, even though we are waiting, the explosion is a surprise. Both just start going at each other with everything they got.)

Rick: Burke and Knight going full tilt with their right hands here. You can bet this one will be intense. I can feel it already!

(The crowd can too. They are on their feet. Knight, the more powerful of the two, gains the upper hand. He tosses Burke into the ropes. Burke bounces back and leapfrogs over Knight. He bounces off the next set of ropes and slides between Knight's legs. He jumps to his feet and goes for a sweep. But Knight hops over it. Knight tries a high spinkick, but Burke ducks it. Burke now kicks Knight, but The Revolution catches his foot. Burke goes for an enzigurri, but that's ducked. Burke from the grounded position pulls Knight down by his ankle. Both men jump to their feet in a stale mate. The crowd showing their appreciation.)

Eddie: Beautiful set of moves and counters. Looks like Burke is matching up better than he thought.

Rick: He certainly wants this win.

(After circling each other briefly, the two lock up. Knight backs Burke into the corner. He hits a knife-edge chop. Burke hits him in the head, and spins him around into the corner. Burke with a knife-edge chop of his own. He grabs Knight and tosses him into the opposite corner. It's countered and Burke hits the turnbuckles with force. He bounces out of the corner into a dropkick. Burke is back up. After a few more shots to the head, Knight sends The Tiger in the ropes. He bounces back into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.)

Rick: Knight has gained a clear advantage here.

(Knight pulls him up. He scoops him over his head from a waistlock. Knight walks around the ring before slamming him down on the mat. But Burke slides off of him and shoves him into the ropes. Knight bounces off and Burke drops him with a belly-to-back suplex. Knight pops up to his feet, tending to his back and a dropkick sends him into the corner. Knight regains composure and charges out of the corner. Burke takes him to the mat with a drop-toe-hold. Burke gets to his feet to a good sized crowd pop.)

Rick: The Tiger is looking great. He's givin' everything he's got. But we already knew that.

Eddie: I actually thought he would wimper at the start of the match and lay down for the pin. But I kept that to myself.

Rick: He sure showed you.

Eddie: He did.

(Knight is allowed to his feet. Burke wastes no more time, as he kicks him in the head. Burke grabs Knight and throws him in the ropes. Knight bounces back with a flying elbow, catching Burke in the head.)

Eddie: Sweet shot.

(Both men return to their feet. They turn to each other, and begin to exchange blows once again. Knight gains the upper hand again with his power advantage. He throws Burke into the ropes. Burke flies back with a cross-body, but Knight ducks it. Burke lands on his hands and knees. Knight kicks him in the stomach and hurls him over his shoulders. Burke slides out again and bounces into the ropes. He comes back and leaps over Knight with a sunset flip.)

Rick: He could have a pin if he pulls him over...

Eddie: Knight regains his balance... he drops down.

Rick: Burke moves!

(Burke pops up and leaps forward with a tackle. But Knight backs up and grabs him in a gutwrench. He lifts Burke in the air and powerbombs him to the mat.)

Eddie: Oh! Devastating move.

(Knight follows it with a cover, ONE...............TWO.............. Burke flips over on his stomach.)

Rick: That move had so much force... I thought it was over.

(Knight lifts Burke up, and hooks him in a pumphandle. He lifts Burke high into the air and slams him to the mat. Knight now grabs a hold of Burke's legs. He hooks him up and turns him around.)

Eddie: Sharpshooter! Burke is in trouble.

(The Tiger is screaming as Knight leans far back.)

Rick: Burke is close to the ropes... he might reach them.... he's got it!

(The ref forces the break. Knight pulls Burke up. He tosses Burke in the ropes and charges. The Revolution hits a furious clothesline, taking both men over the top rope.)

Eddie: Both landed hard there.

Rick: Knight still the fresher of the two. He's up... grabs a hold of Burke. He's waving the crowd out of the way! Here we go...

(Knight brings him to the guard rail. He lifts him up, and drops him stomach-first onto the railing. Burke is left hanging. Knight rolls in the ring and climbs up to the top. He points to his elbow.)

Rick: You're kidding me! He's gooing for the Long Way Down!

Eddie: If he hits this, it'll be over!

(Knight leaps for his elbow drop. But Burke moves! Knight slams hard on the floor.)

Rick: He missed it! That is gonna cost him deeply.

(Burke climbs back to ringside. He grabs the steps and brings them into the open. The Tiger pulls Knight up and brings him onto the first step. Burke drops back driving Knight's head into the top of the steps.)

Eddie: Oh my god! That coulda knocked him out!

Rick: I think it did!

(Knight is motionless on his back, save for the heavy breathing. The Tiger, feeling the effects of his back hitting the steps, takes his time pulling Knight up. He rolls Knight back in the ring. Burke climbs the turnbuckle to the top. He's perched, waiting for Knight to rise to his feet.)

Rick: What's he planning? We don't see all that much top rope offense from him.

(Knight is up, and swaying. He turns around and Burke leaps off. Firmly planting both legs around his neck, he spins The Revolution down with a hurricanrana.)

Eddie: What great execution! The Tiger is kickin' some ass!

(The Tiger covers.)

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

Rick: No! Adam kicks out.

(Burke pulls Knight up. He stuffs his head under his arm an hits a smooth snap suplex. Burke runs into the ropes and springboards off with a graceful Asai Moonsault. The crowd explodes as he covers.)

(ONE.................TWO.............. Not yet!)

Eddie: So close...

Rick: So very close...

(Burke is up. He takes a short breather while contemplating his strategy. Burke returns to Knight and pulls him up. Burke applies a sleeper hold in the middle of the ring. Knight counters with a jawbreaker.)

Rick: Might we see Knight with some offense?

(Knight throws Burke in the ropes. Burke comes back and ducks a clothesline. He jumps over Knight for a floatover DDT, but Knight grabs a hold of his legs and slams him down with a vicious whiplash spinebuster. Knight falls back, still out of it.)

Rick: What a shot that was! Both men are down now.

Eddie: I'm impressed with this match... this is really something.

Rick: I think Burke has shown that he can compete with top names like Knight. This is anyone's match right now.

(Both men slowly rise to their feet. Burke swings with a wild right hand, and it's ducked. The Revolution hits an atomic drop.)

Rick: Knight bounces off the ropes for momentum... charging...

Eddie: TIGER'S CLAW!!!

Rick: What a superkick from Burke! The Tiger has beaten many men with that!

(Burke crawls over to Knight. He drapes his arm over Knight. The crowd counts along with the ref.)

Crowd: ONE!

Crowd: TWO!

Crowd: THREE!

Eddie: He got him!

Rick: NO! Knight got his foot on the ropes! Holy shit that was close!

Eddie: Rick... you swore!

Rick: My god, I did!

(No one, including the ref, can believe what has happened. Burke climbs to his feet, clearly exhausted. He stands, facing Knight, waiting for him to return to his feet.)

Rick: He's going for another Tiger's Claw! No way Knight can kick out of two of these.

(Knight begins to move. He climbs to his hands and knees. And, aided by the ropes, he pulls himself up to his feet. Knight turns around.)

Eddie: Here goes Burke!

Rick: Knight ducks! Knight nails a neckbreaker! He's back up.

(Knight whips his hand across his neck and goes to the tope rope.)

Rick: He's going for the LOng Way Down again! He wants to hit it!

(Knight leaps off....)

Eddie: He connects!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Rick: KICKOUT! Holy tennis shoes! He frickin' kicked out!!

(Knight pops to his feet and kicks the ropes, clearly frustrated. Burke fights with all his might to return to his feet. Knight charges but a drop-toe-hold sends Knight crashing into the ropes. Knight bounces back to a vertical position. Burke runs into the ropes and bounces off with cross-body.)

Eddie: Adam Knight caught him!

Rick: He spins him around... DIVING TIGER DRIVER!

Eddie: That's the KnightFall!

Rick: He has Burke's legs hooked! Will he get him?

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

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

(...............THREE!!!)

Rick: HE GOT HIM! ADAM KNIGHT WINS!!!

Rick: What an amazing match!

Eddie: I can't believe Knight won! I mean... I thought he would before the match... but then Burke was doing so well... and I thought he was gonna win... wow!

Rick: I tell ya... Burke had to have impressed MANY people tonight... comin SO CLOSE to pinning one of the biggest stars in the NeWA in Adam Knight!

(Knight climbs to his feet, but staggers around and falls to the mat. He returns to his feet, soaking in huge cheers.)

Eddie: Adam Knight will go to Night of Terror in that ladder match for the IWA title. And... he deserves at least that after this performance.

(Burke gets to his feet. He's about to exit the ring. Knight grabs him, and spins him around.)

Rick: Uh oh!

(Burke stares into Knight's eyes with intensity. Knight extends his hand. Burke does aswell, and the shake. Knight raises Burke's hand high in the air to a huge ovation.)

Rick: Both these guys respect each other. And, I wouldn't understand if it was any other way.

Eddie: Adam Knight reaches the finals. But, who will he face? Darrel Besolve..... or The Boog-Man?

Rick: We'll find out next week on... Monday... Night... RUSH!

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