Rick: Welcome back! We're gonna head to our first contest of the evening. Fusion will take on Samuel Otomo. Both men making their IWA debuts tonight.

Eddie: This match was suppose to take place last week. But, Fusion got cocky and had to bad-mouth Monty. And ya don't bad-mouth Monty.

(Clips from last week. You read it. If you didn't, here's the jist. Fusion bumps into Monty. Heated words. Otomo comes in defending Monty. Puts Fusion through table. Pop machine fall on Fusion.)

("I Got That Fire" bursts out of the PA system. Fans turn to the entrance to watch Fusion, as he makes his first appearance in a match. Fusion heads down the aisle. No pyro specified. No special lights, we don't think. He just enters the ring.)

Rick: This guy looks tough.

Eddie: Yeah. Wrestlers usually are.

(The lights die. The smoke rises. "Come Together" by The Crystal Method.)

Eddie: Ooh. Smoke.

(Red, green, and white spotlights flare up and dart to the rafters and back. It's a collage of color.)

Rick: Liiights.

Eddie: Oooh.

#Come together
#Come together

(Two figures come together.)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(WHITE PYRO THAT IS VERY DANGEROUS FOR EVERYONE SITTING BY THE AISLE!)

Rick and Eddie: (applauding)

#Come together, and try to make a better world

(RAAAAAH!)

Rick: And Monty sprints out ahead, and down the aisle! Monty Clark, waving a huge flag!

Eddie: IT'S A CANADIAN FLAG!! YEAH!!!

(The crowd is going crazy!)

(Meanwhile, the enigma that is Samuel Otomo stalks in behind him, ascending the ring steps. For the curious, Sam is 6', 240, Asian-American, cut like a stone. He enjoys Judo, fast women, fast cars, and Judo. The iris in his eyes has no color. BLACK EYES PEOPLE.)

Eddie: I like this Sam Uto!

Rick: Me too! God bless Canada!

(Monty decides to join the commentators' table.)

Eddie: Sweet!

Rick: Welcome, Monty.

Monty: I don't remember your names. But hi.

Rick and Eddie: . . .

Monty: Look at Samuel Otomo. He is somethin' else. And just watch what he can do.

(The bell sounds. Fusion eyes down Otomo. He's angry from their previous experiences. Otomo, with his black eyes, just looks frightening. But, not to Fusion. They lock up, for a moment, until Fusion sweeps behind, taking the legs out under Fusion. Otomo backs off.)

Eddie: That was pretty good.

Monty: That's nothing.

Rick: I'm Rick. He's Eddie.

Monty: Get him, Sam!

(Fusion gets to his feet. He charges Otomo, and is taken down with a flying scissors. Otomo backs off again, seemingly just showing up his opponent.)

Monty: This is great. Otomo needs a title shot.

Rick: Monty.

(Fusion gets to his feet.)

Rick: Monty.

(Fusion eyes Otomo. He's frustrated.)

Rick: MONTY!

Monty: What?

Rick: My name is Rick.

Monty: Yeah, I know.

Rick: . . .

Eddie: Ha.

(The two lock up again. This time, Fusion with a go-behind and a quick belly-to-belly suplex. He raises his arms, triumphantly. Otomo handsprings back up. Fusion turns around, and charges. Otomo drops him with an arm-drag takedown and follows with a cross armbreaker. Fusion is in pain.)

Monty: That's it, it's over. I'm gonna go get a back rub.

(Wait. Crowd rection: Negative.)

Rick: Tanis! Byron Tanis is making his way down the aisle!

Eddie: Hold me, Rick!

Rick: What the hell . . . what the hell does Byron want with Monty now?

(The Nighthawk is dressed for action. He's got the black and red tights, the leather jacket, a chair in one hand, a microphone in the other. He walks with purpose.)

Eddie: Oh, Rick. This is an old Tanis favorite. He's obviously going to clear the ring with that chair, sparing us a boring match, and then cut an interview.

Rick: . . .

(Monty sees Byron en route, and runs for his life. Sam has the cross arm breaker still applied in the center of the ring, when Tanis slides in.)

(THWACK!)

Rick: Tanis just slammed that chair down on Fusion's face! But Otomo rolls away! Byron's measuring him up, just laughing! He's laughing!

Eddie: Monty! Noooo!

Rick: Monty Clark is in the ring and -- (crowd reaction: positive) -- he NAILS Tanis with that flag! Yeah! Byron down to one knee! Otomo with a sidekick!

Eddie: Haha!

Rick: Tanis rolls away now, and Sam SMOKED Monty in the stomach! My Lord! Sam checking on Monty here and --

(THWACK!)

Rick: Chairshot! Byron lays out Sam with a damn chairshot! Oh, that's so not fair!

Eddie: Sit down, Rick.

Rick: A few more chairshots, for good measure. Whatever you want to call it. Everyone's out. Tanis rolling Monty out of the ring with a foot, and he takes Fusion up by the hair. Out he goes, too. What a welcome to the NeWA for that young man.

Eddie: Hah! He's . . . hahaha! Oh man!

Rick: And Tanis SITTING on Otomo's back here, another of his so-called traditions. Sam is face first on the mat, and this 258 pound ASSHOLE is sitting on him. He's got the mic. Let's see what the HELL this is about.

Tanis: (breathing hard) Whew. Wow, that's harder than I remember it being. Man.

(Loud booing. Scattered cheers. Some just won't let it go.)

Tanis: I told you, Monty. I'm . . . taking . . . over. These little productions of yours will NOT be tolerated in MY IWA. Save it for Ohio, okay?

(Byron knocks the microphone against Sam's head a few times. It makes the desired hollow sound, and he laughs it up.)

Tanis: Oh, Sam. Remember when I discovered you last year, and got you all set up with Monty, with the OWC, the NeWA? I'm sure you do, Sam. You blew it. This comeback of yours is NOT appreciated. Don't make me end it. Just leave.

Rick: Christ. Otomo can't even HEAR him. This is ridicul --

Eddie: Shhhh.

Tanis: Tonight. The battle royal? I'm out. That's right. FORGET IT. (more Canadians booing) Save your boos for Mike Vincent. He deserves them.

(With that, Byron stands, and leaves the ring area.)

Rick: Byron Tanis pulls out of the International Title battle royal. I can't say I'm surprised.

Eddie: He's too good for the title! He's too good for Seth Christopher! God bless you, Byron!

Rick: He THINKS he's too good. Big difference. The man's lost FIVE straight matches.

Eddie: So what? SO WHAT? Buzz lost at least forty in a row last year, and he's still on television. I DON'T KNOW WHY HE IS BUT HE IS GO AWAY BUZZ!!!!

Rick: We'll be back.

Eddie: We're live, in... Rick... where are we?

Rick: Cornwall, Eddie.

Eddie: And it's Monday Night Rush!

Rick: Fans, we just heard that Byron Tanis has been taken himself out of the battle royal. That... suffice to say... helps everyone else involved. Tanis was the favorite. Without him, it's easier for the rest.

Eddie: Especially Buzz Tyler. I'm sure Tanis woulda kicked his ass somethin' good.

Rick: Ladies and gents, get ready to crane your neck upwards . . . Cruiserweight Title match time!!! We have HCWF Cruiserweight Champion �The Tiger� Adam Burke going up against IWA Cruiserweight Champion Matt �Showtime� Saunders for his gold.

Eddie: This should be quite interesting, Tiger even with his first loss to Knight last week has a lot of momentum going into this match. And Saunders . . . well . . . he�s Saunders.

Rick: Longest reigning HCWF Heavyweight champ ever. Saunders has potential to be a huge NeWA star... lemme tell ya.

(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 his manager 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 arena fills with applause as the rising new rookie raises the HCWF Cruiserweight Belt up above his head and into the air, as blue fireworks cascade down around him.)

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

(He gives the belt to Brandy, who displays it on her shoulder. Adam then makes his descent down the mat, high fiving the fans on the way down.)

Rising up to the challenge of our rival

(Burke somersaults over the rope, taking the belt again from Brandy. He walks over to the nearest turnbuckle and stands tall up top, raising the HCWF Cruiserweight Title up high in one arm.)

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

Rick: The HCWF Cruiserweight Champ Adam �The Tiger� Burke, this kid has NWA gold written all over him . . . it�s just a matter of time.

Eddie: Ehhh overrated.

Rick: Ass.

# 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 climbs into the ring with the IWA cruiserweight title and holds it up high. The crowd pops for him, he hands the title to the ref and is ready to go.)

Eddie: Aaaaaand the champ, �Showtime� Matt Saunders. Now THIS is a champion. So what is Burke is the HCWF Cruiserweight champ. This is The IWA, baby! Saunders is the Cruiserweight champ here, and that's what matters.

Rick: True, very true. But Burke could be a dual champ tonight if he plays his cards right, that could mean an NWA title shot.

(Matt and Burke slowly circle each other waiting for a the best time to lock up. Matt makes the first move with a quick lock up and makes the first impact of the match.)

Rick: Snap suplex by Saunders. Burke is getting to his feet. Saunders with a forearm. Burke is backed into the ropes. Saunders now tossing him into the ropes... Burke with a spear!

Eddie: He's covering! ONE! TWO! kickout.

(Burke pulls Saunders up. He drives a Euro uppercut into his chest. Saunders ducks a lariat. Saunders with a go-behind, followed by a German suplex. He pulls Burke up. Saunders launches him in the ropes. Burke comes back and leapfrog's over Saunders. The Tiger bounces off the next set and flies at Saunders with an elbow.)

Rick: Saunders with a powerslam! Nice counter.

Eddie: He's going up top!

Rick: That might prove to be a mistake. It's still very early in this match.

(Saunders is up. He leaps off with a splash, but Burke moves out of the way.)

Rick: That's why it's high risk.

(Both men are down briefly. They return to their feet. Showtime turns to Burke, and receives a kick to the gut followed by a vertical suplex. Burke bounces off the ropes, dropping a fierce looking elbow to the chest.)

Eddie: Burke with a cover.

Rick: 1...............2............ not yet, Eddie.

Eddie: I can see that.

Rick: Shut up.

(Saunders is pulled back up. Burke with a right hand. He stuffs Saunders' head between his legs. Burke pulls him up to his shoulders for a powerbomb, but Saunders lays in the punches, and Burke drops him. Saunders with an Atomic drop. He bounces off the ropes and clotheslines The Tiger down to the mat!)

Rick: When will people learn. You can't powerbomb Kidman... I mean cruiserweights.

(Saunders lets Burke to his feet, only to boot him in the stomach. Matt spins him around and nails a reverse DDT.)

Eddie: Woo! That got him.

Rick: Saunders is going to the corner again. He's climbing. Second rope legdrop... he nails it!

Eddie: He doesn't pin. He's pulling The Tiger back up. Saunders scoops him onto his back.

Rick: Airplane spin... haven't seen this in awhile. Diamond cutter! He's got the match!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Rick: Close. So close.

(Saunders pulls Burke up. He stuns him with a jawbreaker. Matt bounces off the ropes for momentum and charges with a clothesline. Burke counters with a overhead release belly-to-belly suplex. Both men pop back up. Burke charges Saunders and drives him into the corner. He rolls back holding Matt's arms, and propels him way in the arm to the mat.)

Eddie: There's some height.

(Burke takes Saunders back up. He's going for a northern lights suplex, and nails it!)

Rick: Adam running to the ropes . . . LIONSAULT! The ref is nailed!

Eddie: Lionsault, Asai Moonsault... whatever you call it, that was good. Both the ref and Saunders are down. 2 birds with 1 stone.

(Adam back up and after Saunders.)

Eddie: Stupid refs. Always in the way. Serves him right.

Rick: He could be hurt Eddie.

Eddie: You say that as if I gave a rat�s�

Rick: PTC! PTC!

Eddie: Screw them.

(Adam lifts himself up off of the mat, and seeing Saunders and the ref down, dashes under the ropes and goes towards the announcer table. He reaches over and grabs an empty steel folding chair, and then dashes under the ropes again.)

Rick: He�s walking over towards Saunders, and drops the chair right on his face! Lord what�s he up to now?

Eddie: Something cool I bet, even from that dork.

(Adam hops up top the ropes near the turnbuckle, and nails a split-legged moonsualt onto the chair.)

Eddie: Wow! Something new to Adam�s arsenal! I'll admit, that was sweet!

Rick: Saunders is holding his face in pain. Adam is relentless in his assault this is almost like a mugging.

Eddie: What the hell . . .

(A robed figure in a black hood mask jumps over the security rail behind the announcers jumping between Rick and Eddie, over the table, and into the ring.)

Rick: Good lord WHO could this be?

Eddie: Yea I know, WHO?

(The man jumps in ring, pulls a thick lead pipe from beneath his robe hitting Adam square in the side of the head, sending him to the mat. The figure goes about beating Saunders, after a few second of watching Saunders beaten to a bloody mass the man stops and removes his hood.)

Eddie: You want to do it or should I?

Rick: Go ahead I did it last week.

Eddie: Ok . . . OH MY GOD IT�S CHRIS FURY!!!

(Fury, laughing like a sick little bastard, pulls Adam on top of Saunders and leaves the ring and walks up the ramp stopping at the top to watch the carnage.)

Rick: The ref is up . . . and counting!! Eddie: 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!! Holy Crap!!

Rick: Adam Burke beat the champ, and former HCWF Heavyweight Champion to boot! Unbelievable as Adam takes a devastating loss last Monday, and turns it into gold.

Eddie: It was the pest! Chris Fury's fault!

(The Brandy runs into the ring besides Adam as the referee hands Adam the IWA Cruiserweight Championship, and Brandy puts the HCWF Cruiserweight Championship in his other hand.)

Rick: A dual champion right there. Burke becomes the HCWF and IWA Cruiserweight champion. I just hope Matt Saunders is rewarded a rematch, for this screwjob of a finish.

Eddie: He best...

Rick: If Vincent knows what's best for his company... which I sometimes think is not true... he'll give Saunders a rematch.

(We cut backstage. Some small guy is standing in front of an IWA banner. He is a freckled, read head. Might be Besolve's brother, or something. Ever see Twins?)

Man: Hello! For those of you who don't know me... that's everyone... I'm Nick O'Brady! IWA Interviewer, extrordinair. I have with me, Battle Royal participant, "Violent" Evan Hurley.

(Hurley walks into view, smiling.)

Nick: So, Tanis is out. You feelin' good about that?

Evan: Yeah, I am. Tanis was the favorite. He is a legend here. To beat him in the IWA would be a task, to say the least. With him out... my chances of winning have doubled.

Nick: Doubled, you say.

Evan: Yeah, more or less. Still, I would have beaten Tanis anyway.

(Evan Hurley walks off. Nick stares into the camera. He's smiling. We don't know why.)

(The arena is dark.)

Eddie: Rick... where are you?

(Thunder is heard throughout the arena.)

Eddie: Uh....

(Suddenly, the arena is illuminated as a bolt of lightning streaks across the arena, coming into contact with the top of the IWA set.)

Eddie: AAAHHH!!

Rick: Heheh. I knew it was coming.

Eddie: I hate you!

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. 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"?

(At that moment the masked wrestler known simply as Deja Vu makes his way from the back and towards the ring.)

Voice: 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 another unknown wrestling ring, in an unknown setting. Unknown maybe to everyone excect the one that this is intended for.)

Voice: Does this look familiar yet? I know that you have seen this place before. Last week you must not have gotten the whole picture because you hadn't acknowledged me yet

(The voice is of Deja Vu and he stops at the ring steps.)

Deja Vu: Is it because your own arrogance keeps you from seeing the real picture that is right before you.

(Deja Vu enters the ring.)

Deja Vu: You have seen me enter the ring thousands of times over the years and I still can't believe that you haven't figured it out yet. But, that is ok because I plan on giving you a hint tonight that will be about as subtle as a 7.5 earthquake in the middle of Los Angelas at 12 o clock noon.

(Deja Vu leans on the top rope.)

Deja Vu: I can promise you that after tonight you are going to know that you are the target and you are going to know that I am for real. This stupid ass Deja Vu gimmick is about to come to an end, and when it does.

(He pauses.)

Deja Vu: And when it does I am going to take 2 years of bitter frustration out on your ass. It will be time for me to re-take my rightful spot in this wrestling business and at the same time put you right back where I had put you once before.

(Dramatic pause.)

Deja Vu: In the hospital because the fun and games are over. You had your fun in the early going at my expense and now it is time to put it all to rest. I am going to exercise the demon and there won't be a damned thing that you can do to stop it. You had your 15 minutes of fame, now it is time to let the real man of this wrestling business take charge. I hope God has mercy on your soul because I sure as hell won't

(With that Deja Vu drops the mic in the middle of the ring and then exits the ring to make his way to the back to get ready for his match.)

Rick: Well... interested yet?

(Nick O'Brady is in the back, in front of that banner.)

Nick: Hello good fans! Nick O'Brady here. Guess what? It's Seth Christopher!

(Seth walks in. He beat Buzz awhile back. That's why he's still here.)

Seth: Lemme just say...

(Seth has a southern accent. He's from the south.)

Seth: I... am gonna win. I haven't been doin' as well as I thought lately, but tonight, that is all gonna change.

Nick: And why's that, Sethy?

Seth: Sethy?

(Seth wants to smack Nick. But he refrains.)

Seth: It's because I am focussed. I did some thinkin', and some strategy changin'... and now, I'll win. That's how I feel. Now, with Tanis out of the battle royal, it's easy pickings. Who's left. Hurley? He's too busy swingin' chairs. Logan? He's probably tired after climbin' that mountain in the rain. So I doubt he'll win. Buzz? I beat his ass already.

(We know.)

Seth: Paradox, they got somethin' goin' for 'em. They are a team. They will surely be double-teamin' us all. But, they ain't no Seth Christopher, lemme tell ya.

Nick: What about Chris Fury or Deja Vu?

Seth: Chris Fury, I reckon, will be busy takin' out his anger on Hurley. And Deja Vu... well, he wears a mask. I bet he don't see too well in that thing. That's why, he'll lose. And in conclusion, I'll win.

(He walks off.)

Nick: Seth Christopher winning? He's got my vote.

Rick: Welcome back fans. During the break, all nine remaining men have entered the ring.

Eddie: Vincent didn't want 30 minutes of entrances.

(A shot of the nine men in the ring, bumping against each other, anxious to get going. But, they remain patient. Buzz Tyler, Antoine Murrain, Anthony Cosgrove, Logan, Deja Vu, Seth Christopher, Chris Fury, James Knight, and Evan Hurley.)

Rick: We're set to go! International Title shot on the line! The final two men in the battle royal will move on to Night of Terror 3!

Eddie: Everyone get Buzz! Get him at the bell!

Rick: Eddie, you need to sit and put down the ring announcer's microphone.

(DING! DING! DING!)

Eddie: Here we go! Carnage! Carnage!

Rick: Tyler jumping Murrain! It's Christopher and Loga - !

(Lights: OUT.)

Eddie: Wha - ?!

("Symphony of Destruction" (remix) by MegaDeath/NiN. The IWA big screen flashes one simple word, in big white block letters:)

(TANIS)

Rick: Late, as usual.

Eddie: But he said he was out of the match.

Rick: Apparently, he lied.

(The lights come up. The wrestlers in the ring watch the aisle for Byron's arrival.)

Eddie: He's not coming. It was another trick. Damn you Tanis!

Rick: Whoa! From the crowd! Byron Tanis jumps the rail, and slides in the ring! He's got a steel chair!

(THWACK!)

Eddie: Haha! He just killed Buzz, I think! YES!

Rick: Tanis lays out Buzz Tyler from behind! Like a damn coward!

Eddie: Hey, what are the others doing?!

Rick: Tanis getting triple, no QUAD-druple teamed! Now five men! They're going to toss him!

Eddie: AHHHH!

Rick: No, Tanis clutching to the top rope! They're pushing! Going to -- no! James Knight isn't going to wait. He tries to take out the whole crew! It's every man for himself, and Tanis is crawling for safety! The chair is grabbed by the ring side ref, though, and here we go!

(Logan and Hurley at each other with right hands. Paradox members Anthony Cosgrove and Antoine Murrain teaming up against Knight. Buzz and Deva Vu now at working at each other. Buzz gains the upper hand and shoves DV into Hurley and Logan.)

Eddie: Logan and Hurley didn't seem to like Deja Vu crashing their party.

(Logan and Hurley quickly double team DV with a double snap suple.)

Rick: And right back at each other go Logan and HCWF TV Champ, Hurley.

(Buzz heads for Tanis, but Cosgrove cuts him off. Cosgrove throws Buzz in the ropes. Buzz flies back with a cross-body, but Cosgrove catches him. A spiked shoulder breaker from Paradox. Meanwhile, Tanis rises back to his feet. He takes Knight to the mat with a clothesline following an atomic drop.)

Eddie: Tanis will win. Buzz will lose. That is all.

(Paradox now double-teaming Hurley, while Logan and Fury battle it out in a corner. Paradox setting up for a double powerbomb, but Buzz dropkicks Murrain in the back, and slugs Cosgrove to the mat. Hurley falls to his feet and drops Murrain with a neckbreaker.)

Rick: Nice neckbreaker from former HWCF TV champ, Evan Hurley.

Eddie: Tanis and Logan are now going at it. Tanis getting the better or his competition. He throws him in the ropes.

Rick: Fury is right there with a back-body... Logan barely stays in the ring!

(Seth Christopher and Murrain are tangled up. Christopher drops Murrain with a body slam. He celebrates his small feat, arms raised. Suddenly, Buzz Tyler flies into the scene and clothesliens Christopher from behind. He goes over the ropes and hits the floor.)

Rick: Seth Christopher is gone! Tough break. But it looks like Buzz got a little bit more payback for Seth's previous upset.

Eddie: Beating Buzz is no upset.

(Deja Vu charges towards Tanis, dropkicking him in the knee. Tanis goes down to the mat. DV with a floored dropkick to the knee of Tanis. Suddenly, Fury from behind lifts DV over his shoulder.)

Rick: He's gonna drop Deja Vu over the ropes...

Eddie: Wait! James Knight trying to take Chris Fury out with him.

Rick: But it fails, and Fury drops Deja Vu! Knight swinging... Deja Vu ducks and Fury is nailed in the face!

Eddie: Deja Vu with a kick to the stomach of Knight. Gut-wrench...

Rick: He just hurled James Knight over the ropes! To the floor!

Eddie: Sweet!

Rick: James Knight is out!

(On the other side of the ring, Buzz Tyler chargs Tanis. Tanis is prepared and drops him with a drop-toe-hold. Tanis applies an ankle lock on Buzz. In comes Deja Vu, with a stiff kick to the skull.)

Eddie: That looked painful.

Rick: Can you say concussion?

Eddie: Uh oh... look at this!

(Murrain and Cosgrove of Paradox have Logan up in the air. He's DROPPED with a powerbomb!)

Rick: That was somethin' else.

(Paradox lift Logan up. Murrain scoops him. He has him held over the ropes. Logan has both fists tightly around the ropes. Cosgrove is attempting to pry his fingers off.)

Rick: We might see Logan gone!

(Logan's fingers are pulled loose, and he falls to the apron.)

Eddie: Evan Hurley springboards off the second rope... he nails Murrain with a dropkick!

Rick: Murrain is dangling over the top rope. Cosgrove grabs Hurley by the throat. He's going for a spinebuster...

(Hurley stops it with an elbow to the head. He kicks Murrain in the chest, and hurls him out of the ring. He tumbles to the mat.)

Eddie: Paradox member Antoine Murrain is out! We're down to seven!

(Buzz Tyler and Fury in a lock. Buzz bakes Fury in the ropes. But Fury comes back, reversed an Irish whip. Buzz stops just short of a Tanis back-body out of the ring.)

Rick: Good spot by Buzz. He's laughing at Tanis for even trying.

(Tanis pops up and drives Buzz down with an exclamation point in the form of a spinebuster.)

Eddie: Ha! Take that! Ya don't laugh at Tanis... especially if you're Buzz Tyler.

(Logan and Fury have now locked up. Chris with a face-rake. He knees Logan in the stomach and hits a gut-wrench powerbomb. Fury now turns his attention to Hurley, who is being contained in a Deja Vu headlock.)

Rick: Fury's lookin' for some revenge maybe. He has some issues with Hurley, after last week.

Eddie: Kick to the stomach. And another kick. Deja Vu drops the headlock. He's walking away.

Rick: Fury with a stiff European uppercut.

Eddie: Look who's running down ringside!

Rick: Fury hits Hurley with a double-underhook DDT, driving his skull into the mat.

Eddie: Yeah! It's Matt! Matt Saunders!

(Fury waits for Hurley to return to his feet. Then, he runs into the ropes for momentum.)

Rick: Saunders pulling down the ropes! Fury goes tumbling out of the ring! He's out!

Eddie: Saunders just got a little payback for Fury costing him the Cruiserweight title!

Rick: This is unusual for Saunders. But Fury has pushed him too much.

Eddie: Saunders wants to squash Fury like the pest he says Fury is. Which he isn't.

(Fury is up. He shoves Saunders and the two immediately start brawling.)

Rick: And here we go!

(They brawl up the aisle, the shot shifting back and forth from the ring to them, until they disappear through the exit.)

Eddie: Back to the match.

(Tanis now has Cosgrove. He lifts him up and a brainbuster sends his head crashing against the mat. Logan charges at Tanis but Byron ducks the lariat. Logan turns around into a stiff spinkick from Tanis. Hurley now charges but a dropkick sends him down. Buzz is next in the attack against Tanis, but he's dropped with a hiptoss. Buzz back up and down the same way. He pops up again and a flapjack takes him down a third time.)

Rick: Tanis has cleaned house. The crowd showing their disinterest.

Eddie: Deja Vu is now on his feet. Tanis... turn around!

(Like always, Eddie is the bad omen. Tanis turns around and a roundhouse sends him into the corner. Deja Vu charges and splashes Tanis. He whips Tanis in the opposite corner.)

Rick: Tanis bounces out of the corner... into a Samoan drop.

Eddie: Deja Vu is targetting Tanis' right knee! He's driving those elbows into the knee!

Rick: He claims to have lots of history with Byron Tanis. He certainly knows Tanis' weakness.

(DV drops down and starts twisting Tanis' knee. The others all leave them be, letting the favorite be weakened. All but Buzz, who starts stomping on Tanis.)

Eddie: Cheap bastard.

(Logan comes from behind with a belly-to-back suplex, but Tyler blocks, and elbows him in the head. He hits a stunner, dropping Logan fast. Deja Vu tries to take advantage of the situation, throwing Buzz over the top rope. But Buzz lands on the apron and throws Deja Vu to the mat. He hops onto the top rope and splashs DV.)

Rick: Buzz goes airborn! Lucky it didn't backfire, in this type of match.

(Tanis returns to his feet. Hurley and Cosgrove are tied up. Cosgrove backs Hurley in the corner. But Hurley blocks a right, and flips around Cosgrove. Hurley with a series of knife-edge chops before Cosgrove reverses it, spinning around Hurley. Cosgrove with his own knife-edge chops. Now, he launches Hurley.)

Eddie: Irish whip... Tanis grabs Hurley's arm... He spins him around and throws him!

Rick: Hurley crashes into the corner. What offense from Tanis.

(Hurley falls to the mat. Tanis charges at Cosgrove. He connects with a thunderous clothesline, sending Cosgrove over the top rope and to the floor!)

Rick: The other half of Paradox is out! We are down to five!

(Tanis immediately goes after Hurley. He pulls Evan up, and drives his knee deep into Evan's abdomen. Tanis scoops him over his shoulder.)

Eddie: Here goes Hurley!

(Tanis charges the ropes, but Evan slides off. He shoves Tanis over the ropes.)

Rick: Tanis goes over! My god! He held on... he's dangling!

Eddie: Hurley's trying to pry his fingers loose!

Rick: The left hand goes... Byron is in the battle royal by his right hand!

Eddie: No! Evan... go after Buzz! Go after Buzz!

(Hurley gives Tanis a shot to the head, weakening him. Tanis reaches back and grabs on with two hands. Hurley with several more shots, and Tanis' left hand releases the top rope.)

Eddie: Hurley's trying to take him out... but Tanis will not go down!

(Tanis' right hand begins to slip. Hurley with increasingly hard shots to his temple. One more solid shot, and Tanis will be gone.)

Eddie: I can't watch!

(Just then, Deja Vu scoops Evan's feet and tosses him way over the top rope to the floor!)

Rick: Deja Vu just eliminated Evan Hurley!

Eddie: We're down to four. But Tanis is in trouble...

(A quick shot of Buzz Tyler working Logan with stomps in the corner. Then, back to Tanis, barely hanging on. Deja Vu grabs Tanis' right arm.)

Rick: Deja Vu has the arm.. he's gonna drop Tanis...

(No. He pulls Tanis in the ring.)

Eddie: What?

Rick: Deja Vu just brought Tanis back in the ring! He could have eliminated him! What is he thinking?

(Deja Vu stares at the confused crowd, as Tanis rests on the mat. Then, DV kicks Tanis in the head. He grabs Tanis' legs and hooks in a figure-four.)

Rick: Deja Vu just locked Tanis in a figure-four! That's it! He's trying to send Tanis a message.

Eddie: And that message is to not overlook Deja Vu.

Rick: I'm impressed, Eddie.

(Buzz Tyler, ever the opportunist, leaves his post of attacking Logan, to lay in free boots to Tanis' upper body and head. Buzz gets heel heat for this.)

Eddie: What a cheap little bastard! Wait 'til Tanis can fight back!

(Logan returns to his feet. But no one realizes it. It takes awhile for Logan to regain his composure after absorbing all those boots. But he finally does, and climbs to the top rope.)

Rick: Logan going for high risk here! And, in an over the top battle royal... it's High Risk!

(Logan leaps off, planting Buzz with a dropkick in the skull. Buzz flies into the corner from the impact. He bounces back lifelessly and tumbles over Deja Vu, breaking the figure-four.)

Eddie: Buzz just got rocked! Missile dropkick into the head. What a shot.

Rick: Two of these four men will move on to the International title match at Night of Terror 3. And Deja Vu wants to be one of the two. He's up, and rocks Logan with a forearm. Deja Vu with a snapmare and Logan is down.

Eddie: Tanis is back up. But, Deja Vu has done some damage. Tanis is favoring that right knee.

Rick: Tanis turns around... Deja Vu with a superkick!

Eddie: Tanis ducked it! Low-blow! That's the way to do things.

(Tanis drops DV with a t-bone suplex.)

Rick: Now Tanis is stomping a mud-hole in Deja Vu.

Eddie: Walk it dry! Walk it dry!

Rick: What's he doing now? Tanis has dropped to his knees. He's gonna rip off Deja Vu's mask!

(Tanis grabs the back. He pulls with all his might. Deja Vu does all in his power to prevent the mask from coming off.)

Eddie: He's gonna get it off! Who is Deja Vu?

(Buzz now comes in with a kick to Tanis' head. Boos from the crowd.)

Rick: Damn it, Buzz. I must say I was interested in learning Deja Vu's true identity.

(Logan comes from behind and drops Buzz with a German suplex, much to the crowd's liking. The former International champ rolls Buzz along for a second German suplex, and then a third, as the crowd counts out loud.)

Eddie: "PROVE ME WRON.."

Rick: Shut up!

(Deja Vu has pulled Tanis back up. He tosses him into the corner. DV waits for Tanis to stumble out, and a superkick to the jaw sends Tanis back to the mat. Deja Vu hops on the top rope, making sure no one will capitalize by throwing him out.)

Rick: Deja Vu's measuring... huge leg-drop!

(Tanis rolls around, in pain. Deja Vu stands in the ring, enjoying a decent pop. On the other side of the ring, Buzz counters a suplex and drives Logan face first into the mat. He pulls Logan up and a piledriver sends Logan right back down. We go back to Deja Vu and Tanis. DV brings Tanis to his feet.)

Rick: Deja Vu applies a full-nelson... is he going for Tanis' move?

(Indeed he is... but Tanis blocks. And a mule-kick releases the hold.)

Eddie: Another one! Good one, Tanis!

(Byron spins around and applies the full-nelson. Lifting DV high into the air, Tanis drives his head into the mat, crowd booing loudly.)

Eddie: WOOO!

(Tanis, takes a moment to catch his breath. He pulls Deja Vu up to his feet. Tanis stares at the swaying DV, anger apparent in his eyes. He grabs Deja Vu by the head, spins him around and tosses him over the top rope.)

Eddie: And Deja Vu is gone! Tanis just eliminated the masked man!

Rick: We are down to three. Two of these three will move on. One, will not. Will it be Tanis, Logan, or Buzz Tyler?

Eddie: Tanis is angry. It seems to be the fault of Deja Vu constantly focussing on him. But, at this point, Tanis will take it out on anyone.

(Buzz Tyler has Logan in a headlock. He sees Tanis, breathing heavily, standing on the opposite side of the ring. He drops Logan and charges towards Tanis.)

Rick: Clothesline from Buzz... Tanis ducks. Buzz spinning around and Tanis kicks him in the stomach.

Eddie: Tanis whips Buzz across the ring.

Rick: Logan is there... hiptoss... Buzz is out!

Eddie: Logan has just eliminated Buzz Tyler! This match is over!

Rick: Logan and Tanis have made it! They have survived!

Eddie: It's beautiful. No Buzz Tyler. I'm so happy!

(Tanis and Logan stare at each other. Logan points to Tanis and utters the PPV name, "Night of Terror". Tanis laughs, and rolls out of the ring.)

(We are back. Back-stage, that is. In Vincent's office. He's playing tic-tac-toe with himself. Nailz stares at nothing.)

Vincent: Damn it! I can never win.

(Suddenly, Tanis steps into the office. He is tired and sweaty from the previous battle.)

Vincent: Byron, my man. How goes it? Great job out there. You won, right? I wasn't watching. I was actually playing... I mean... doing work.

(Tanis doesn't mind Vincent's lack of effort.)

Tanis: Yeah yeah. Logan and I won the thing.

Vincent: Good, good. See you at Night of Terror.

(Vincent draws up another game of tic-tac-toe.)

Tanis: I hope so. But, not in the International title match. No no. I don't belong there.

Vincent: So, you're suggesting..?

(Tanis streaks his hand across, as he speaks.)

Tanis: Byron Tanis. Jason Ramsey... or Outkast. And the NeWA World Title.

(Pause.)

Tanis: I can see it.

(Vincent is left pondering. Seconds later, he makes his next tic-tac-toe move. Then, he peers back up at Tanis.)

Vincent: Byron... you are a smart man. I feel ya... I feel ya. You know what? You deserve this. You got your match.

(Huge crowd reaction.)

Rick: Oh my god! We've got a World title match for Night of Terror 3!

(A smile comes across Byron's face.)

Tanis: You're the man, Vince.

(Vincent leans back, arms behind his head, feet on his desk.)

Vincent: It's true, I am.

(Tanis, smiling from ear to ear, heads out of the room.)

Rick: Byron Tanis will meet Jason Ramsey!

(We cut, just outside the room in a hall filled with folded chairs, ready to be sat on. We see Tanis exiting. Heading down the hall, he passes Deja Vu.)

Tanis: Nice match, Benson.

(Deja Vu stares him in the eyes. Tanis begins to walk away, but stops himself.)

Tanis: Oh, and Benson.. stay out of my way from now on. Kay?

(Tanis walks away. Deja Vu grabs one of the chairs, swings around and clocks Tanis in the head. Byron goes down.)

Rick: My god! What a shot!

(Deja Vu leans over Tanis' body.)

Deja Vu: I WON'T stay out of your way. And you just better start paying attention, Byron. 'Cause I ain't Dan Benson. And I'm not someone you want to overlook.

(Deja Vu throws the chair down and heads out of the shot. We get a close up of Tanis, moving slowly on the ground.)

Rick: Strong words from Deja Vu.

Eddie: Who in the hell is he???

Rick: We're back!

Eddie: Main event time?

Rick: Main event time!

("Summertime in the Void" by I Mother Earth.)

Eddie: Here comes Vinnie.... Mike.

Rick: What's he want?

(Vincent steps out. Boos. He's grown to become quite hated these past few weeks. Vincent, wearing a black designer suit, struts to the ring. He enters the ring. No pyro. And since most people probably don't know the song, the lyrics are spared.)

Vincent: Now, before we get to the Ironman match between Darrel Besolve...

(Boos.)

Vincent: ... and the Boog-man...

(Cheers. Vincent is annoyed.)

Vincent: ... I have some announcements. First off, I commend every man in that Battle Royal. Even you, Buzz.

Eddie: Ha! Vince hates him too!

Vincent: Good job. It was greatly entertaining. Congrats to Logan and Tanis for making it to the finals.

(Pause.)

Vincent: But, as you probably heard before the break, Tanis is out. Instead, he will compete in the main event of Night of Terror 3, where he belongs...

(The crowd boos. Tanis=bad.)

Vincent: November 4th, 2001, in Toronto, Ontario. Byron Tanis in one corner. Jason Ramsey in the other. For the NeWA World Heavyweight Championship!

(The crowd pops despite hating Byron, and knowing little about Ramsey.)

Rick: That is gonna be huge! Tanis will try to get a third World title reign.

Eddie: Sweet! But, who's gonna wrestle Logan?

Vincent: Now, who will wrestle Logan, you ask?

Eddie: I just did.

Vincent: Well, we just move along to the last person to be eliminated.

Eddie: No...

(The crowd is rustling already.)

Eddie: NO....

Vincent: At Night of Terror 3... for the International title.. it will be Logan versus, Buzz Tyler!

Eddie: NOOOOOO!!!!

Rick: You heard it, folks.

Vincent: But that's not all I've got. No. We've got a whole show to put together. So, we're gonna have a little match, for the Cruiserweight title. Adam Burke will defend his newly won title against former champ Matt Saunders, and that "pest" as Matt calls him, Chris Fury.

(The crowd does another pop thingy.)

Rick: That should be a great match.

Eddie: Bloody Buzz!

Vincent: One more match to announce. Mike Barcode. IWA Extreme title. He'll defend against Deja Vu. I'll let you guys decide the stipulations. Make 'em good, though.

Eddie: Oooh. That cheers me up.

Rick: Looks like we've got a good looking supershow lined up. All headlined by the IWA heavyweight title finals... and that blockbuster announcement that Byron Tanis will challenge NeWA World Champ Jason Ramsey...

Eddie: Or Outkast, if he wins at NeWA's Halloween Hell 2001.

Rick: ...or Outkast, for the belt.

(Vincent waits for a few seconds.)

Vincent: Now. Up next, the Test of Endurance. Boog-man and Darrel Besolve... 30 minutes. Most falls wins.

(Pop.)

Vincent: Boog, if you don't win, you don't get your title shot. The IWA Heavyweight title... or the NeWA North American title. You get nothing. It's all, or nothing, Boog. Besolve... you have a shot at the IWA Heavyweight title only. But, that is a title that is held in high regard. In this, the new IWA, to be the Heavyweight champion, is to be looked upon as greatness. That is why this is also your test. This is important. Boog-man. Darrel. The Test of Endurance begins.

(Vincent hops out of the ring, and joins the commentators table.)

Eddie: Mister Vincent rules!

Vince: Yeah.

(It's a little different this time.)

(Boog's entrance, that is.)

(He toned down the pyro a little bit...all that remains from his original is the choppy guitar and the song by Steve Taylor called "Shortstop.")

(It's a song for those guys that without them, everything would be completely different.)

(Kind of like Boog.)

(He steps out, high-fives a few fans, and dives under the bottom rope. He then stands on the far turnbuckle, staring out and drinking in the crowd.)

(He drops down, tugs on the rope...and waits...)

Rick: Boog looks psyched. I haven't seen him like this in awhile.

Vincent: Wait 'til you see Besolve.

Rick: I gotta question. What's your beef with Boog? Why all the challenges instead of his deserving title shot?

Vincent: He already got a title shot. He blew it. He wants another one, he earns it.

Rick: What did Tanis do to earn a World title shot?

Vincent: Tanis is Tanis. I think that says it all.

Rick: No, that says nothing!

Eddie: Quiet, Rick!

Vincent: Yeah. Quiet, Rick! Or I'll fire you. Heh.

Rick: ...

#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: Now HE looks psyched, Rick. Right Mr. Vincent?

Vincent: Please, don't call me that.

Eddie: OK. Vincent, or Mike?

Vincent: How about... King of Everything that is Great?

Eddie: Uh... (No one is with Darrel tonight. He walks to the ring, alone.)

Rick: 30 minutes. Whoever gains the most falls in the given time-frame, wins.

(Darrel climbs to the ring, and enters. The laser lights stop flashing and normal elevated spotlights are used.)

Eddie: So, who's your pick... King of... Every...

Vincent: Boog's pretty good. Good enough for the International title. Which he won. But, Heavyweight title material? I dunno. Besolve, 4-1.

Rick: 4-1? Are you serious? Jeeze... There's two of 'em, now.

Vincent: Rick, please. The match?

DING!
DING!
DING!

Rick: And the clock is on.

(Boog and Darrel circle each other. Both, staring deep into each other's eyes. They lock up. Darrel backs Boog into the ropes. Boog fights back, and wrestles Darrel into the corner. Besolve reverses it. He cracks Boog in the jaw before whipping him into the corner. Besolve charges, but Boog gets the boots up. Boog hops onto the second rope and comes crashing down with an axe-handle. Darrel goes down.)

Rick: Besolve returning to his feet. Boog swings, but it's ducked. Belly-to-back suplex from Darrel.

Eddie: The Future is layin' in those kicks. Give it to 'em, Darrel!

(Boog fights through the kicks to his feet. Darrel switches to his powerful right hand, but it's blocked. Boog with an elbow to the gut followed by a snapmare takedown. Boog bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Besolve in the back of the head.)

Vincent: Nice little dropkick.

(Boog goes for the cover. ONE! TWO! Besolve kicks out. Boog pulls him up and whips him. Besolve reverses it and Boog goes into the ropes. Boog flies back and a back-body-drop takes him to the mat. Besolve stomps him until he rolls out of the ring.)

Rick: Now it looks like The Boogster wants Besolve to follow him to the outside.

Vincent: Besolve's smart. He'll have none of it.

(Besolve exits the ring.)

Vincent: Ahem.

(Darrel and Boog exchange right hands. Boog blocks a shot and gets in a solid right hand to the temple. He brings Darrel to the announcers table. Darrel rakes the face, then drives Boog's head into the table repeatedly.)

Eddie: Get away! Get away!

Vincent: Ah. They can't hurt you. They're just wrestlers. See?

(Vincent knocks on Boog's head, like he's made of plastic of something. Boog takes offense.)

Rick: Here we go.

(Boog elbows Besolve in the stomach. He grabs Besolve's head and drives it into the table once. Then, he launches him against the ring. Boog turns and smacks Vincent in the face, knocking off his headset. Vincent, angrily, stands up.)

Eddie: Rick, I'm frightened.

Rick: Good. Maybe you'll stop sucking on now.

Eddie: NEVER!

(Vincent tempt's Boog. The Boogster approaches Vincent, but Darrel from behind, tosses him against the ring. Vincent sits back down.)

Vincent: The little bastard hit me!

Rick: There's more where that came from.

(Besolve with a hard elbow to Boog's head, before tossing him back in the ring. Besolve rolls back in himself. Boog gets to his feet, and receives a kick to the stomach. Besolve bounces off the ropes and an axe-kick drives him face first into the mat. Darrel covers.)

Rick: One! Two! Boog gets the shoulder up.

(Darrel pulls Boog up. He applies the guillotine headlock, pulling back and upwards in a headlock position.)

Rick: Shades of former IWA Champ, Impulse. This really is a devastating move. I've seen many a men go down from this.

(Boog struggles and manages to drive Besolve into the corner to escape. Darrel pops out of the corner, clotheslining The World's Original to the mat. Boog returns to his feet. Darrel tosses him in the ropes. Boog bounces back, ducking a clothesline. He flies back with a cross body block into a pin...)

Rick: He might have him! ONE..........TWO.........

Eddie: NO! He didn't get him. I knew he wouldn't.

Vincent: I didn't think he would, either.

(Both men rise back to their feet, Darrel first. Besolve charges with a lariat, and it connects. Darrel pulling him back up, and now choking him using the top rope. Darrel flings the rope back, sending Boog back into the mat. He drops the knee against Boog's leg. Darrel takes the same leg, the right one, and drives it knee first into the mat repeatedly.)

Vincent: See that? Psychology. Besolve is smart, I tells ya.

(Darrel brings Boog up. He stuffs Boog in between his legs.)

Rick: Besolve is going for a powerbomb... Boog is in the air.. wait... he's shifting his weight over... and Besolve falls on his back. Boog is on top.. he hooks the legs!

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

Rick: No! Kickout! We almost had our first pinfall there.

(Both men return to their feet. This time, Boog is first. He plants a dropkick on Besolve as he gets to his feet. Darrel bounces in and out of the corner, into an armdrag takedown. Boog holds on, wretching back on his arm.)

Eddie: Look at this guy! He's trying to break his arm. What a savage.

Rick: Are you for real? Are you really this dumb?

Vincent: Chemistry. I love it.

(Besolve gets to his feet. Boog still wrenching back on the arm. Darrel with a thumb to the eye. Irish whip sends Boog into the ropes. Boog-man holds on. Besolve charges, and a back-body from Boog takes him to the outside.)

Rick: "The Future" hits the ground hard.

(Boog, feeling quite gutsy, springboards off the ropes to the outside.)

Eddie: ELBOW OF ANNIHILATION!

Rick: Boog just planted that EOA. Beautiful.

(The crowd is cheering. Boog grabs Besolve by his fiery red hair and tosses him into the ring, following close behind. Boog-man covers.)

ONE........................TWO..................... KICKOUT!

Rick: Oh jeeze... that was close.

Vincent: It was pretty close. Hey, Eddie. Wanna run out and get some snacks?

Eddie: But I was watching the........ Ok.

Vincent: On second thought, you go, Rick.

Rick: What? No!

(Boog pulls Besolve to his feet. He sets up and nails a snap suplex. Boog is now going to the top rope.)

Rick: Darrel is in the center of the ring. Boog's goin' high risk!

(Boog measures... leaps... connects.)

Eddie: Frogsplash! What execution! I mean... it was decent, anyway.

(Boog-man hooks the legs.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

Rick: He got him! Boog scores the first fall!

(Boog gets to his feet. The crowd cheering for him.)

Vincent: Interesting turn of events.

Eddie: Indeed.

Rick: Damn you both.

Vincent: He's a hoot, ain't he, Eddie?

Eddie: Personally, I'd like to lock him in a deep freezer.

(Boog grabs Besolve by the hair. Out of nowhere, Darrel rolls him up in a small package.)

Vincent: ONE.....TWO.....THREE!

Eddie: Oh yeah! And Darrel's right back in this motha!

Rick: That surprised everyone. Probably even Darrel.

(Boog didn't like Besolve's sudden burst. He responds by stomping Darrel until his feet hurt. Darrel backs himself into the corner. Boog heads to the opposite corner. He charges, slides, and kicks Besolve...)

Eddie: Right in the balls! That was hardly fair.

Rick: The crowd loves it.

(Boog slides out of the ring. He pulls Besolve out. Boog with a stiff Euro uppercut. He grabs Darrel's arm and tosses him into the ringpost. Boog now grabbing a chair.)

Eddie: Steel is good.

(Boog swings the chair, but Besolve ducks it. He kicks Boog in the stomach, and the chair drops. Quickly, and furiously, Besolve DDT's Boog on the steel chair.)

Vincent: I see that leaving a mark.

Eddie: Yeah!

(Darrel grabs Boog. He rolls him in the ring. Besolve doesn't enter, however. He pulls Boog to the corner. Grabbing both legs, he pulls Boog, crotching him against the ringpost.)

Rick: This match is all about low-blows, it seems.

(Besolve grabs the leg of Boog, and drives it into the steel post. Not once, not twice, not even thrice, but whatever comes after thrice.)

Vincent: He's settin' up for the Deal Breaker.

Rick: He sure is. That move is a sure fall, no doubt.

(Besolve now applies a figure-four leglock around the ringpost.)

Vincent: Oh! That hurts! That move is lethal!

Rick: I agree. But it's also illegal!

Eddie: Yeah, but what are ya gonna do?

(The ref leaves the ring, trying to break the hold. Besolve shoves the ref away. The ref comes flying back with a warning. And begins counting, 1.....2.....3.....4..... in the nick of time, Darrel releases the hold. The damagae has been done. Darrel rolls in. Boog-man is trying to get to his feet. Darrel hits him with a flapjack. Now, he calls for the Deal Breaker.)

Rick: And here we go!

Eddie: Besolve has the feet. He locks them. All he has to do is spin him around, and plant the knee!

Rick: Look at Boog fighting it! Besolve is trying with everything he's got to flip him over!

Vincent: The crowd is rallying behind Besolve.

Rick: You mean Boog.

Vincent: Yeah, sure.

Rick: Besolve can't turn him over! Boog won't let him. Now, Boog kicks Darrel into the ropes. Darrel bounces right back... driving that knee into the skull of Boog.

Eddie: Just when Boog thinks he's on to something.

Rick: Will you two stop being so biassed?

(Besolve again grabs the legs, attempting to apply the Texas Cloverleaf variation, the Deal Breaker. He hooks him up. Besolve tries to turn him over, but again Boog will not let it sit. Darrel uses all his strength, and turns him over.)

Eddie: He's got it locked! Chalk one up for The Future!

Rick: Not yet! Look at Besolve fight this! He isn't tapping! He will NOT tap!

(Rick is correct. Boog shakes his head rapidly and constantly. He raises his hand, ready to tap, only to pull it away. The crowd solidly behind The World's Original.)

Rick: C'mon, Boog...fight it!

Eddie: It hurts too much! Just tap! Just tap!

Vincent: I agree, Eddie.

(Boog reaches around frantically for the ropes. They can not be reached. The ref checks him, but he still refuses to tap.)

Vincent: He'll either tap, or pass out. Either way, Besolve has this.

Rick: You might be right. But look at Boog... he must be going through terrible pain.

Eddie: He's gonna tap! He's gonna tap!

(Boog fights, long, hard.)

(But, he taps.)

Eddie: He got him! Besolve takes his second fall!

(Darrel releases the hold. He rises to his feet. Without a time to rest, Boog is pulled up. Besolve with a double-underhook, and a DDT. He covers.)

1....................2................. no.

(Darrel stomps on his opponent madly. Then, he signals to the top rope.)

Rick: Looks like Besolve is heading to the top rope!

Eddie: That's the opposite of the bottom rope, fans.

Vincent: I like your style, Eddie.

(Besolve is up. He measures up for the attack. Darrel leaps off with a splash.)

Eddie: Boog raises the knees! Besolve felt that!

(Both men are down.)

Vincent: This has been a helluva match, wouldn't you say Rick?

Eddie: Yeah, Rick. Wouldn't you say?

Rick: Don't talk to me.

(Besolve starts to rumble. He grabs a hold of the ropes. He begins pulling himself up. Opposite him, Boog-man is pulling himself up. Both men are up. They both turn around, see each other and attack.)

Eddie: Double-clothesline. Both men back down! Nice, eh Rick?

Rick: I'm serious.

(Both men stirring again. Both men climbing to their feet. And both men are up. Besolve has his back turned to Boog. When he turns around, Boog plants a kick to the jaw.)

Rick: What a superkick! He's going for the cover!

ONE
TWO
kickout.

Eddie: Ooh. It's still 2-1.

Vincent: Boog can't win with that! Come on! That was horrible.

Rick: What?

Vincent: Horrible.

Rick: You're horrible.

Vincent: Well, you're fired!

Rick: No I'm not!

Vincent: Yeah, you're right.

(Boog takes his time pulling Besolve up to his feet. He launches Besolve in the corner. Boog charges, and connects with a big splash. Boog scoops Darrel up and tosses him over his head with a fallaway slam.)

Eddie: Time is winding. Boog is down by one. He's in trouble.

Rick: I admit, he is.

Vincent: He's more than in trouble. He's Boog-man!

(The World's Original glances at the ringpost. He decides to roll out of the ring and pull Besolve to the corner.)

Rick: Payback?

(Indeed it is. Boog crotches Besolve in the post. He rolls back in the ring. Boog-man waits for Besolve to climb up. Darrel does but goes right back down with a neckbreaker. Cover.)

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

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

.............KICKOUT!

Eddie: Close one. Darrel still leading this thing, 2 to 1.

(Boog senses the time winding down. He pulls Besolve up. Boog with an Irish whip. Besolve reverses it into the spinebuster!)

Vincent: BESOLVE SPIKE!

Rick: What force that was! This is it!

Eddie: ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Rick: No! Boog's foot was on the ropes!

Vincent: That would of for sure been the match, if Besolve had that pinfall.

Rick: And we are down to the last 5 minutes. This should prove interesting.

(Both men are back down, worn out from the battle. The fans are in awe or their efforts. Boog gets to his knees. Darrel to his feet. He attacks with a kick, but Boog grabs the ankle. He pulls Darrel down and applies the ankle lock!)

Rick: The anklelock! Besolve is tapping! He's tapping!

Vincent: He has the ropes! It doesn't count!

(The ref tells Boog that Darrel's foot is on the ropes. Boog is frustrated. He grabs a hold of the ankle again, and RIPS Besolve from the ropes, to the center of the ring. Boog-man reapplies the ankle lock.)

Eddie: He's got it locked in again! Besolve is fighting!

Rick: And now he's tapping again! This time... it counts!

Vincent: Crap.

Rick: And suddenly, we're all tied up!

Rick: Listen to his crowd! They are loving this!

(Boog raises his arms, suddenly quite pumped up. He has a burst of energy as he pulls Besolve up. Besolve with a thumb in the eye, to back Boog off. Darrel climbs to his feet, taking his time to breathe. Boog turns around and receives a boot to the face.)

Rick: Ouch.

Eddie: You damn right, ouch!

Vincent: Besolve's signaling for the top rope, again. He's gonna hit it this time!

(Darrel climbs up, slowly. Boog is not moving. Besolve measures up and leaps off.)

Rick: HUGE splash! He nailed it! Oh no!

Eddie: Oh yes!

Vincent: ONE................TWO..................THR... NO! Damn it!

Rick: Amazingly, Boog kicked out.

(Frustrated as hell, Besolve kicks the ropes. Boog from behind tosses Darrel with a release German suplex. Darrel, knowing that time is running out, fights hard to his feet. But, he's dazed. Boog hits an atomic drop. He bounces off the ropes with a lariat, but Besolve ducks. Boog bounces off the next set, comes back and is dropped with a belly-to-belly. Both men are down again.)

Rick: We are coming down to the wire.

Eddie: What happens if it's tied after 30 minutes?

Vincent: Then, we go into overtime! But, that won't happen.

Rick: I think it might.

(Boog and Darrel slowly rise to their feet. Boog swings, it's ducked. Darrel kicks, but it's blocked. Boog with a go-behind, it's countered. Now, Boog elbows his way free. Besolve is rocking. Boog bounces off the ropes and plants a scissors kick to the face!)

Rick: What impact!

(We hear ruffling. Someone's playing with their headset.)

Eddie: Now, Boog leaps onto the ropes... he springs back... EOA! EOA! He nailed it! It's over!

Cover

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

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

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Rick: Hey!

(Vincent has violently pulled the ref out of the ring. The ref crashes against the floor.)

Eddie: Phew!

(Boog gets to his feet. He stares down Vincent. Anger in his eyes.)

Rick: Boog had this won!

(Vincent slides a chair in the ring, right past Boog. Boog steps on the chair, as Besolve reaches for it. A smile on Boog's face, and the crowd pops.)

Eddie: Darrel's gettin' it now.

(Vincent slides in the ring. He nails Boog in the back. Boog spins around and grabs Vincent by the collar.)

Eddie: Oh no!

Rick: Besolve has the chair! Boog... behind you!

(Besolve swings... Boog ducks... and Vincent is leveled hard with the chair shot! He falls out of the ring! Boog kicks Besolve in the stomach, and DDT's him onto the chair. Boog rolls the chair out of the ring. The ref comes to, and enters the ring... but he's slow.)

ONE!

Rick: Will he...?

TWO!

Eddie: Is it...?

THREE!

Rick: Boog got a third fall! He's up 3 to 2!

Eddie: NO! NO! NO!

(Boog gets to his feet, stumbling everywhere. Boog, and Vincent are down. Motionless. Boog stares at the IWA 'tron, watching the finals seconds tick down. The crowd counts LOUDLY. TEN. NINE. EIGHT. SEVEN. SIX. FIVE. FOUR. THREE. TWO. ONE......ZERO!)

Rick: What a night! What a match!

Eddie: This sucks!

Rick: Vincent got JUST what he deserved! Boog said it straight to him. "Whatever you throw at me, I'll throw right back at you!" And, by god, he die!

Eddie: Boog is in the finals with Adam Knight. Damn it!

Rick: Fans, we're outta time! See you next week!

(A final shot of Boog-man, standing tall, and proud on the turnbuckles. The fans cheering. Wildly.)

(Copyright. Logo. Finito.)