(We return from break to the back. We are in Vincent's office. He's lying on the floor, a warm looking blanket covering him. Nailz sits on a chair next to him. A children's book in his hands.)

Nailz: (reading from the book) "...I'll huff... and I'll puff... and I'll blow your house down!"

(Vincent has a smile on his face. His eyes closed.)

Rick: Look at this wuss.

Eddie: Shutup, Rick. I wish I had someone to read to me!

(Suddenly, the Boog-man walks in to the office. The crowd pops.)

Rick: The Boogster!

(Vincent pops up to a sitting position. Boog-man has a smile on his face.)

Boog: What's the matter, Mike. Can't sweep without a bedtime stowy?

(The crowd laughs. Vincent clears his throat and sits at his chair.)

Vincent: I was, uh... waiting for you. And my back hurt, so I was, uh... just lying down... you know.

Boog: You wanted to see me. So, I'm here.

Vincent: Yes. Boog, you passed your test of consistancy, somehow. And last week, you struggled through the test of endurance, earning yourself a shot at the IWA title.

Boog: How's your head, by the way?

(See, last week, Darrel Besolve hit Vincent in the head with a steel chair that was meant for Boog.)

Vincent: Funny man, Boog. Funny man. But, the laughing stops. Tonight is your final test.

Boog: You know somethin'? You've been tryin' to screw me over since the beginning of this thing. And, you have yet to succeed. I WILLface Adam Knight for the IWA title, and it WILL be at Night of Terror 3. Then after I am the IWA champ, I WILL wrestle Tyler Cross for the NA title. And guess what? I WILL win that, too.

(Vincent is smiling.)

Vincent: My my, Boog. Why so touchy? Don't worry, you have your IWA title shot, if you make it that to Night of Terror. And you will get your NA title shot... IF you pass the Test of Loyalty, as stated a few weeks back. This is a simple test, you see. It all has to do with you. No match. No hard work. And minimal strain.

Boog: What are you suggesting?

(Vincent looks at Nailz.)

Vincent: Nailz, you have the rest of the night off.

(Nailz smiles, displaying his front teeth capped in gold. He walks off. Boog knows whats coming.)

Rick: He isn't gonna do what I think he is... is he?

Vincent: To prove yourself loyal to me and the IWA, Boog, you are gonna be my personal lacky.

(The crowd boos. Boog boos. In his head, anyway.)

Boog: Personal...lacky?

Vincent: Monkey can repeat. Very good.

(Vincent applauds.)

Vincent: It's simple, Boog. Do as I say until your match tonight, when you and Barcode wrestle Adam Knight and Deja Vu, and you pass the test. But, if you do not do as I say, just once... then you will fail.

Boog: Haven't you learned your lesson, Mike? This will bite you in the ass. You might try to humiliate me tonight. But when I become the IWA Heavyweight champion, and the NeWA North American champion, we'll see who's laughing.

(Vincent laughs.)

Vincent: Then I better get my chuckles out tonight. Now. I need some coffee. Chop chop!

(Boog smiles. He heads off. We cut to ringside.)

Rick: What a dick, Vincent is.

Eddie: Vincent is a genius!

Rick: Well I wouldn't go that far.

Eddie: You better!

Rick: Alright, fans. Up next, Chris Fury and Evan Hurley.

Eddie: That rhymes.

Rick: You just figured that out? That's probably why Vincent puts them together all the time. Some of that genius you were talking about.

Eddie: You're a dork.

Rick: Chris Fury has yet to be victorious. Tonight, he claims that he'll put that to an end. Hurley, on the other hand, needs a big win here to gain momentum as he goes into Halloween Hell, where he will face an unknown member of Team Danger.

[BOOM!!!]

[BOOM!!!]

[BOOM!!!]

(Pyro explodes on the entrance way, thick gray smoke follows filling the ramp way. Stick it up by Slaves on Dope explodes through the arena PA system.)

#I CANNOT DESCRIBE

#EVERYTHING THAT�S PASSED MY EYES

#STILL I CRITICIZE

#AND TRY TO ACT WISE

#WHEN I�M WITH YOU

#ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE

#YOU GOT SENT TO ME

(A stocky figure is seen walking onto the ramp through the smoke.)

#IN A BOX OF NEGATIVITY

#YOU�RE THE REASON I�M HERE TODAY

#AND I CAN SAFELY SAY

#I WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY

#DON�T YOU LIE TO ME YOU COKE SNIFFING SLUT

#I KNOW YOU HATE MY GUTS

(As the smoke clears we see him, the last HCWF TV Champ �Violent� Evan Hurley. Clad his long green tights adorned with a black V design on the left side. Evan quickly lifts the gold belt over his head and continues to the ring.)

Rick: Evan Hurley will do battle against an unknown member of Team Danger. He wants to make an example of Fury tonight.

("Heretic Song" by Slipknot is heard.)

Eddie: I love this tune! AHHHHHH!!!!

(Eddie headbangs to the song.)

Rick: You idiot.

(Chris Fury steps out. He stnads on the ramp, staring at the crowd. Fury cracks his neck, and starts towards the ring. He walks by, as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction, tilted towards jeers.)

Rick: And of course, winless Chris Fury. He almost needs a win, if for no reason other than to go into Night of Terror with confidence.

Eddie: I doubt he's lacking any confidence, Rick.

Rick: No, but a win over Evan Hurley will make you feel untouchable.

Eddie: It wouldn't make Tanis feel untouchable.

(Chris slides in the ring and the bell sounds.)

(The two lock up. Hurley backs him into the ropes. Chops. He tosses Fury into the ropes. Fury runs back, ducking a clothesline. Into the next set of ropes, Fury flies back with a cross-body, taking Hurley down. Fury gets up, and so does Hurley. Evan is hit with a right hand. Then a strong European uppercut sends him in the corner. Fury charges, but Evan moves, avoiding the splash. Fury bounces out into Evan's neckbreaker.)

Rick: Good looking neckbreaker there. Now, Hurley stomping on Fury.

Eddie: Hard kicks, too.

(Hurley pulls Fury up. He scoops him up and throws Fury over his head with a fallaway slam. Fury rolls out of the ring with the momentum. Hurley exits the ring as well.)

Rick: And we are outside. Here's where things might get ugly.

(Hurley grabs Fury, but Chis low-blows Hurley. He drops Hurley with a snap suplex.)

Rick: Ouch. There ain't much padding there, folks.

(Fury goes straight for a steel chair. Hurley climbs to his feet and Fury swings. A miss! Hurley kicks Fury in the stomach. He pulls the chair from Fury. No. Fury kicks Hurley in the stomach, and pulls it back.)

(SMACK!)

Eddie: Chairs rule!

Rick: Only the steel ones.

(Fury opens the chair and sits in on the ground. He pulls Hurley up and drop-toe holds him, head first into the chair.)

Eddie: There we go! Cover him, Fury! You can win!

(Fury rolls him in the ring. He follows and covers.)

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

Rick: Hurley gets the shoulders up just in time.

(Fury pulls Hurley back up and tosses him in the ropes. Hurley comes back and is dropped with a bulldog. Fury points to the top rope.)

Rick: Chris Fury going for a high risk move, here.

(Fury is up top. He measures... leaps... misses.)

Eddie: Evan Hurley moves out of that moonsault attempt! Lucky bastard.

(Hurley takes a few seconds to catch his breath, then gets to his feet. He pulls Fury up and drops him with a gutwrench powerbomb in the center of the ring. Hurley climbs to the second rope and leaps off, planting an elbow drop into Fury's body. He covers.)

(1.....................2..................... no.)

Rick: Close.

Eddie: Not really.

(Hurley pulls him back up and tosses him into the corner. He charges and connects with an elbow to the head. Hurley sits Fury on the top rope and climbs up.)

Eddie: Superplex, maybe?

(Not a superplex. Hurley grabs Fury in a waistlock, and leaps back, executing a HUGE belly-to-belly suplex.)

Rick: Wow! What a move!

(HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!)

Eddie: Holy shit!

(Hurley drapes his arm over Fury's chest.)

Rick: It's over!

(1........................2.....................THREE!)

Rick: Kickout!? Fury kicked out!

Eddie: Now THAT was close.

(Hurley doesn't believe it. He complains a bit. Then, he pulls Fury back up. Fury with a facerake and an atomic drop. He sets Evan up and hits a vertical suplex.)

Rick: Fury comes right back. Both men are down now, needing a rest.

Eddie: But not for long. Evan and Fury are rumbling.

(Both men return to their feet, Fury first. He kicks Evan in the chest and whips him in the ropes. Hurley comes back and is dropped with a giant back-body drop. Hurley his hard.)

Eddie: What elevation.

(Hurley gets back up, only to be dropped with a flapjack. Now, Fury is climbing again.)

Rick: Another high risk attempt. Will this one pay off?

(Fury eyes his fallen opponent with leaps off with a frogplash! He connects!)

Rick: He got him!

Eddie: Cover! This one's over!

ONE!

TWO!

Thr-kickout!

Rick: Hurley got out!

(Fury kicks the ropes in frustration, and pulls Hurley up. But Evan hits a Death Valley Driver out of nowhere.)

Eddie: Where in the hell did that come from??

Rick: Desperation from Evan.

(Hurley falls to his knees, feeling the effects of the frogsplash. He returns up and stomps on Fury, who seems to be hurt from the always devastating DVD. Before the announcers even have time to talk Chuck Alan sprints from back stage distracting the ref.)

Eddie: Crap, what is Chuck Alan doing out here?

Rick: Who knows . . .

(Evan ducks out of the ring quickly and reaches for something from under the ring.)

Eddie: Holy GOD . . . it�s one of those light bulb tubes . . . that glass cuts DEEP!

Rick: Fury better get up . . . this isn�t going to be pretty at all.

(Evan stands holding the long cylinder of thin glass waiting for Fury to attempt standing.)

Rick: God . . .

(Chris slowly gets to his feet and Evan makes his move, swinging the light right into the side of Fury�s head. The bulb explodes sending small shards of glass everywhere. The side of Chris�s head begins to bleed fiercely.)

Rick: I think I�m going to be sick . . . way too much blood for even me.

Eddie: Wow . . . Evan might actually have a chance against Team Danger tomorrow.

Rick: Well . . . maybe.

(Hurley does his best to sweep the crap out of the ring before Chuck Alan drops down, allowing the ref to do his job. Poorly, of course. The ref sees Hurley covering a bloodied Fury.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

(Somehow, Fury kicked out.)

Rick: How did he do that?

Eddie: How is he even breathing will all that blood in his face??

(Suddenly, the crowd pops large.)

Eddie: OH MY GOD! Look who's here!

Rick: It's JASON JOUSMA!!!

(Jason Jousma, a former IWA Northern and Extreme champion, comes sprinting down the aisle.)

Rick: We haven't seen Jousma here forever!

(Jousma spears Alan to the ground hard! The crowd cheers, seemingly having missed Jousma.)

Rick: Jousma layin' in those rights! Hurley's manager, Chuck Alan, is in DEEP trouble!

(Jousma quickly clears the french announcing table. Yes, there is a french announcing table.)

Eddie: Uh oh!

(Jousma sets him up for a powerbomb through the table. In the ring, Hurley spots the action, and tries to exit the ring. But, Fury stops him, DDTing him to the mat. The ref catches a glimpse of the happening outside the ring and exits.)

Rick: Puny little ref can't do anything!

(This is true. He tries, but fails. Jousma lifts him high in the air and powerbombs him through the table! Crowd goes nuts!)

Eddie: SWEET!

(The ref, foolish as they all are, checks on Chuck, who is looking pretty bad. Jousma climbs in the ring and sits on the top rope. He points Hurley.)

Rick: Fury lifting up Evan... he's giving him to Jousma...

(Jousma leaps off with another huge powerbomb, plating Hurley into the mat!)

Eddie: JOUSMA! JOUSMA! JOUSMA!

(Jousma exits the ring. He grabs the dumb ass ref by the hair and tosses him in the ring. The ref immediately sees Fury covering.)

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

Rick: Chris Fury wins! He has a big "W"!

Eddie: That'll teach Hurley to get his manager to cheat for him!

Rick: Jousma defending his buddy, Chris Fury.

(Fury and Jousma celebrate the victory in the ring. Jousma wipes some blood off Fury's face and licks his fingers.)

Rick: Eww!

Eddie: Back to the Asylum for Jousma.

(We head to the back. Vincent awaits his cup of coffee.)

Vincent: That dumb ass better hurry up...

(Boog storms in, coffee in hand.)

Vincent: It's about frickin' time.

(Boog places the cup on Vincent's desk. He watches as Vincent takes the cup. He approachs his mouth, pours in a mouthful, and spits it out everywhere.)

Vincent: What the hell is this???

Boog: It's coffee, Mike.

Vincent: What in the bloody hell did you put in the coffee???

Boog: A little milk... a little sugar... a little mustard...

(The crowd laughs. So do Rick and Eddie. Eddie quickly realizes it isn't funny.)

Eddie: The bastard!

(Vincent is pissed. Really pissed.)

Vincent: You think you're funny, dontcha Boog?

Boog: Sometimes.

Vincent: Well, the laughter stops here. I'm going for a coffee... a real coffee. When I come back, I want that bathroom (he points to a second door) to be spotless. SPOTLESS!

(Boog chuckles. Vincent is humoring him.)

Vincent: And, Boog? This is just the beginning. I have something special planned for tonights tag match.

(Vincent tosses him a toothbrush that was in his suit pocket.)

Vincent: Now get to work! Don't mind the smell. Nailz has been goin' through an unhealthy string of the runs.

(Boog is unhappy.)

Boog: Sure thing.... Boss!

(Vincent stands up. He heads out of the room, quite angry still.)

Rick: Ahoy hoy!

Eddie: Ahoy hoy? Dumbass.

(Suddenly, the lights go out, and lightning fills inside the arena.)

Eddie: AHH! Jesus... I hate that!

(Thunder follows. Then, a voice.)

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. As he is walking to the ring you notice that he is wearing a Byron Tanis t-shirt that shows the picture of Byron Tanis with a rifles cross hairs over the face. He enters the ring and takes out a house mic.)

DV: Byron oh Byron why can't you seem to put it together yet? is it that I am making this too difficult for you? Am I starting to get under your skin yet?

(He kneels down in the middle of the ring and stares right into the camera.)

DV: The self proclaimed "Lord of the Ring" had a very bad experience last week and for the life of him he can't quite explain why. All he knows is that he has someone from his past come up and literally take him to the brink in the Battle Royal. You know something Byron,

(The masked Deja Vu stands and walks to the ropes.)

DV: I saw fear in your eyes Byron during the Battle Royal. I sat there and watched you quiver from fear as you were hanging on for dear life while trying to keep from hitting the arena floor last week. I had your very existence right there in my hands Byron...

(Deja Vu looks down at his hands.)

DV: I could have eliminated you right then and there couldn't I have Byron?

(He then looks back at the camera.)

DV: But what fun would that have been. NO, I had other ideas for you Byron. No, what I wanted to do was pull you right back into the ring and dish out some punishment to you and that is exactly what I did. I pulled your ass right back into the ring and then I proceded to beat the ever loving hell out of you.

(Deja Vu begins to laugh.)

DV: And you know what Byron?

(He pauses for a moment.)

DV: I enjoyed every minute of it. I enjoyed beating you all over the ring like you were my bitch. It gave me more happiness than I have experienced in a very long time and do you want to know what the best part of it was?

(He looks up at the ceiling and then right back to the camera.)

DV: The best part of it all is that you still don't have a damn clue as to who I am. You were in the damn ring with me and you still didn't have a god damned clue as to who I was. After I beat your fucking ass all over the place in the damn ring you had the audacity to come out of Mike Vincent's office and call me DAN BENSON!!!

(A very cold laugh can now be heard from Deja Vu.)

DV: You could only wish to god himself that I was only Dan Benson. No, wrong again Tanis. I am your worse fucking nightmare Tanis. I am the one who keeps you awake at night wondering who in the hell I could have pissed off so badly for this guy to be so obsessed at getting at me.

(He begins to pace.)

DV: I am the one who makes you turn your head quickly when you hear a noise behind you Tanis. I am going to be the one who will have you so god damned paranoid that you will start sweating profusely at the mere mentioning of the word Deja Vu. What Byron? did you really think that it was going to be let go so easily? Did you really think that I would just let bygones be bygones that fucking easily? No Byron, you have a debt to pay and I am here to collect it. You went out of your way to use me as a stepping stool for your climb to greatness and now I am here to knock your damn ass back down to where it belongs. I have paid a miserable two year price for your ride to fame and now it is my turn. My turn to do to you what you did to me. Only I plan on doing it in a way that will hurt you in a far greater manner. I don't plan on stealing from you like you did to me...

(He pauses.)

DV: No, I will just keep you from getting it period.

(He then turns his attention to the tag match for later on tonight.)

DV: Mike Barcode and Boog-Man. 2 more individuals that I have a history with. Boog, this doesn't concern you as much so I will just skip you and get right to the source. Mike Barcode, you still think that you are the shit around here. You think that IWA Extreme Title makes you any more of a man?

(He shakes his head no.)

DV: Not hardly Mike. Buddy, you still just don't get it do you? You were never the primary target when I first arrived here but you just couldn't leave well enough alone could you? You had to keep running your mouth about Deja Vu until I had to show you that I wasn't a joke. You might have won the Extreme Title but not after taking some serious punishment from me. The only thing that saved you was the fact that there were others in the match and I had my eyes on a much greater prize. BUT, that all changes on the 4th of November. Come the 11th of November you are going to find out what I truly am capable of when I shock the world twice.

(He nods his head yes.)

DV: Thats right Barcode, I said twice. First, I am going to beat your ass to within an inch of your life and TAKE your IWA Extreme Title. Then I am going to expose myself as not Deja Vu but as the man that I really am. So Barcode, just know that tonight you are going to be a marked man. I am going to hit you with every bit of offense that I have and when it is all said and done. Not only will Adam Knight and I walk out of this very ring as victors, but you will be lucky if you can walk out at all. You had better hope that yourself and Boog are good speaking terms because he may just have to carry your ass out.

(He climbs the turnbuckle and looks right into the camera.)

DV: I'll be seeing you in hell Barcode.

(He hops down and exits the ring.)

Rick: Well, it seems we'll know who he is soon enough.

Eddie: It's Benson. Or Harris.

Rick: I doubt it.

Eddie: Hey! Maybe it's Dirty Dogg!

Rick: Oh gawd! I hope not!

Eddie: Yeah.

(We head to the back. Mike Barcode enters the arena. Evan Hurley greets him, holding on to his head.)

Evan: Mike! Where were you?

Mike: Flight problems, man. You know how it is.

Evan: Chris Fury just beat me!

(Barcode is shocked.)

Mike: Really?

Evan: He brought his buddy from the loonie bin to help him.

Mike: The bastard!

Evan: I just got word that next week, you'll be defending your Extreme title against Chris Fury. You better fucking kill the little pestering dick.

Mike: You know I will, Evan. But, my thoughts tonight are on my tag match with Boog, against Adam Knight and that Deja Vu idiot.

Evan: Good luck with that, man. Knight is tough.

Mike: Yeah, I know. I also know that Vincent is puttin' Boog through hell tonight. I just hope he's capable of carryin' his load.

Evan: Better hope so.

(Evan pats Barcode on the back, as he heads to his locker room, or something. Back to ringside.)

Rick: Barcode versus Fury next week?

Eddie: Extreme title, baby!

Rick: Next up, Samuel Otomo will face Chris Norton of Dangerous Minds.

Eddie: Chris Morton, Rick.

Rick: Uh... Oh. That's right.

("Greed" by Godsmack.)

(Darkness.)

(Seconds later, "Screaming" Chris Morton comes out.)

Rick: One half of Dangerous Minds.

Eddie: Say, Rick. Any word on the IWA Tag Team title?

Rick: There's rumblings, but that's it.

(Morton heads down the aisle. We've only seen him once before, on the losing end of a tag match.)

Rick: Morton is a tag team wrestler, but he's been known to be able to dish out beatings in singles form. This'll be a test. Last week, Otomo toyed with Fusion, until Tanis came around. Can Morton do any better against the black eyed monster?

Eddie: He's not a monster.

Rick: No. He only looks like one.

(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!

Eddie: I feel we have done this before.

(Monty heads down and takes commentary once again.)

Rick: Always a pleasure, Monty.

Monty: Ain't that special.

Eddie: Rick, no talking. Monty and I will take it from here.

Monty: That sounds like an idea, Eddie.

(The bell sounds. Morton aproaches Otomo, who stands still, emotionless. Morton swings, but Otomo grabs his arm and throws him to the mat. Otomo quickly twists the arm in a hammerlock type maneuver while wrenching back on the head.)

Eddie: Look at Otomo! What a move!

(Morton scrambles to the ropes. Otomo releases the hold. Morton exits the ring.)

Monty: Wise move from this dolt.

(Morton paces around the ring, perhaps tweaking his strategy. He finally enters the ring, and quickly exits as Otomo goes to the attack. Morton grabs Otomo's legs and pulls him out of the ring. He tosses Otomo into the steel guard rail. Morton hits some chops. But the last one is blocked. Otomo grabs his arm and flips him to the ground.)

Monty: That's my boy!

(Otomo slides in the ring, and awaits his opponent. Morton returns to his feet. He enters the ring, careful that he doesn't get jumped. Both men back up. They lock up. Morton is quick with a go-behind into a full-nelson. He lifts Otomo in the air and slams him to the mat.)

Rick: Look at that! Looks like Sam ain't the force you're plugging him as, eh Monty?

Monty: You just wait, Jason.

Rick: My name's Rick!

Eddie: Shut up, Jason!

(Morton bounces off the ropes and hits a legdrop. But Otomo moves out of the way. He flies off the ropes and dropkicks Morton in the face knocking him right out of the ring.)

Monty: Now there is a shot! Told ya, Jason.

(Morton, on the outside, returns to his feet, holding his face. Otomo runs and nails Morton with a baseball slide dropkick, sending him into the guardrail. Otomo tosses him against the side of the ring, before throwing him in the ring. He follows. Sam brings Morton up. He sets up for a takedown, but Morton counters with DDT.)

Rick: Nice counter from Chris Morton.

(Morton, pumped up, screams aloud.)

Eddie: "Screaming" Chris Morton, Jason.

Monty: Ha. That's not a scream. That was a yelp.

(Morton lifts Otomo up. He hits a snap suplex, and rolls him back up. Morton's going for a seconnd straight suplex, but Otomo blocks and counters with a jawbreaker. He tosses Morton into the ropes. Morton flies back and Sam nails a flying bodyscissors, taking him down hard. Morton rolls onto his stomach, and falls victim to a rear choke.)

Rick: I draw your attentions to this illegal activity.

Monty: Hey! Are you some sort of announcer, or something? I didn't think so! Now quiet!

Eddie: Yeah.

Monty: Now, let us watch, as Sam wins the match.

(The ref wisely breaks the hold. Otomo returns to his side of the ring, awaiting his opponent. Morton gets up, and shakes himself off. The two lockup once again. Morton gets the better of Otomo, backing him into a corner. A quick, and hard, knife-edge chop, before he tosses Otomo into the opposite corner. Otomo bounces out right into a sleeper hold.)

Monty: Damn this. I have a date tonight.

(Monty gets off his seat and grabs a chair. He approaches the ring. With the ref, and Sam, destracted, Monty pokes Morton in the legs causing him to fall back, Sam on top of him.)

Rick: What a cheater!

Eddie: Everyone loves him!

(Monty grabs the Canadian flag and waves it around. The crowd cheers.)

Eddie: See?

(in the ring, Samuel Otomo has risen to his feet. He pulls Morton up and throws him in the ropes. Morton comes back and suffers a release over the head suplex. Otomo crawls to him and smothers his head and upper body with a judo pin called the Black Pin.)

Rick: Look at Morton struggle. He's helpless!

Eddie: Count ref!

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

(The crowd cheers.)

Eddie: WOOO! Uto! Uto!

(We head backstage. Vincent walks down the halls towards his office, finishing his cup of coffee.)

Rick: And there's Vince!

(Vincent takes a sip of his coffee.)

Vincent: Mmmm, mmm... good!

(Vincent reaches his door. A nameplate on the door read: "President and CEO of IWA and Greatest Person Alive." Vincent smiles upon reading it, and enters the room.)

(Cut inside. Everything is normal. We hear a toilet flush in the background, and from the second door, out comes Boog, smiling.)

Vincent: You look pretty chipper for someone who spent 20 minutes around a pile of crap. Not enough work for ya?

Boog: I'm a happy guy really. An optimist if you will.

Vincent: Well, I hope it was fun. Cuz your last task will be a toughy. If you complete this task, you will have shown me that you are prepared to suffer for the betterness of the IWA. Now, all you have to do, is run a lap around the arena!

Boog: A warmup. That's good.

Vincent: It's below freezing out!

Boog: Yeah. I'm gonna dress warm.

Vincent: Ha! And therein lies the beauty. For you see, you will be wearing nothing but your wrestling attire!

Boog: My wrestling attire?

Vincent: Yeah. Your USUAL wrestling attire. And you better hurry, because if you don't make it in time for your match, you fail! Fail! FAIL!!! MWAHAHA!

(Boog stares at Vincent, with a raised eyebrow. Vincent snaps out of it.)

Vincent: Yes. Fail.

Rick: Boog won't be fit to compete after this!

Eddie: I think that's the point.

Vincent: See, this way, you won't be fit to compete after that match! And lose your match!

Eddie: Told ya, Rick.

Vincent: And by the way, the stipulations for your match? If you lose, you're gonna face Adam Knight and his brother James Knight in a handicapped match, next week!

Boog: Is that so?

Vincent: Dag nabbit! It sure is! And you're gonna have to hurry. It's a long way around the building. Don't wanna forfeit.

Boog: Clever, Mike. Real clever. You seemed to have all the sides covered on this on. But, I'm not gonna let a little cold stop me from winning my match...

(Boog steps in Vincent's face.) <>Boog: ...or from making you pay!

(Boog walks out. Vincent shruggs it off and sits in his chair. But, the chair collapses and Vincent falls to the ground. Attached to the chair was a string. On the end of the string, on top of the flower patch against the wall, was a bucket of water that has ended up all over Vincent. He jumps up.)

Vincent: AWWW!!! IT'S HOT!!!

(I think it's hot water. Vincent is fuming.)

Vincent: BOOG MAN! YOU STUPID ASS MOTHERF -

(Cut to break!)

Rick: And we're back.

Eddie: Our next match is for the IWA Cruiserweight title. This division has become very heated in recent weeks.

Rick: Don't you want to talk about how much you love Vincent? Cuz I know you do. I can see the twinkle in your eyes when he walks by.

Eddie: I will kill you, Rick!

Rick: Heheh. You're right, Rick. It has become very heated. Adam Burke defeated Saunders with the help of Chris Fury last week. Now it�s time for him to prove if he really deserves this title.

Eddie: �Whoever has the title going into the pay per view will have their work cut out for them in a three way dance pitting Saunders and Chris Fury.�

Rick: �Hey,�I hear something.�

[What we hear is the sounds of �What�s this life for� by Creed.]

[Within moments Logan walks out from the back to a mixed reaction. He doesn�t waste much time walking to the ring. He slides inside and readies himself for the match.]

Eddie: �Logan, who has a shot at the International Title at the pay per view could become a double champion if all goes right.�

Rick: �Yeah, wouldn�t that be something.�

[Sarcasm]

[The lights in the arena dim down a bit.]

Rick: �Oh man, here we go. I�m already starting to get chills.�

Eddie: �Whatever.�

(The Darkness lasts 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 IWA one in the other.)

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

Eddie: �And�.HERE�.WE�..GO!�

[Logan charges at Burke and spears him down to the mat. He mounts on top of Burke and begins to lay into him with right hands. Burke is doing his best to cover up and he eventually shifts his weight and mounts Logan and returns the favor.]

Eddie: �This has started out rough.�

Rick: �I wouldn�t have expected this, but hey, it is for the Cruiserweight title.�

[Both men jump to their feet and Burke kicks Logan�s legs out from under him with a vicious leg sweep. Burke quickly locks Logan up in a figure four leg lock. He rocks back to apply more pressure as Logan begins to squirm backwards for the ropes. Burke continues to apply pressure, but Logan eventually gets to the rope. The hold is broken.]

Eddie: �Already Burke has the decided advantage.�

[Just as Logan is attempting to get to his feet Burke nails him with a Thai roundhouse kick right to the face. Logan staggers back and falls thru the ropes onto the floor. Burke perches himself inside the ring.]

[OH MY GOD!!!!!!!]

[Adam Burke executes a split legged moonsault from the ropes onto the concrete floor.]

[The crowd begin to chant Holy shit!]

Eddie: �OH MY!!! I don�t think that has ever been done!�

[The crowd is still OOOOOOHHing]

Rick: [Jaw Dropped.] �Wow.�

Eddie: �Thanks for your input Rick.�

[Rick just nods, back to the ring.]

[Burke seems to have hurt himself a bit with that move, but he is nowhere near as bad shape as Logan. Burke gets to his feet and climbs up onto the apron. He turns around and is looking for a moonsualt, he goes for it but Logan this time gets his knees up. All of the wind escapes the body of Adam Burke. Logan staggers to his feet as does Burke. Logan executes a quick DDT on the concrete floor. Burke�s head driven down hard.]

[THUUUDD]

[The crowd pops as Logan rolls Burke back into the ring.]

Rick: �Both men being very violent in this match.�

Eddie: �That�s something you can see each and every time there is a cruiserweight title match going on here in the IWA.�

[Burke is still holding his head as he stands motionless in front of Logan. Logan climbs to the second rope and nails a Blockbuster neckbraker.]

Rick: �What do you call that?�

Eddie: �Uh..a Logan Buster?�

Rick: �Thanks captain original.�

[Logan climbs up to the top rope and comes off nailing Burke with a huge senton splash. He goes for the cover 1��..2��.NO!! Burke rolls his shoulder and gets out at the last minute. Logan doesn�t fret, he picks Burke up and executes a nice cradle piledriver in the middle of the ring. He hooks the far leg 1��..2��.threNO!! Again Burke is able to escape.]

Eddie: �Another near fall��

Rick: �Again, thanks.�

[Eddie just shakes it off.]

[Logan picks Burke up and sends him into the ropes. Logan comes off looking for a clothesline but it�s ducked by Burke who comes off the far ropes and connects with a spinning crescent kick right to the mush of Logan. Logan staggers back and Burke hits him with a belly to belly suplex. Burke floats over and covers 1�.2�.NO! Logan kicks out at two. ]

[Burke and Logan are both on their feet. Waistlock by Burke, which is countered by a go behind by Logan. Logan looking for a german suplex and he hits it. He holds for a bridge and the ref slides over and counts 1��.2��NO! Burke is able to escape. Logan gets up and goes for a DDT but its reversed into a northern lights suplex by Burke.]

Eddie: �Excellent counter by the Cruiserweight champion.�

Rick: �I�ve seen much better.�

[Burke is still on the attack as he nails Logan with a big DDT in the middle of the ring. Burke then climbs up to the near ropes over looking the commentary table.]

Eddie: �He�s perched.�

[Burke leaps off and nails a huge splash on Logan. He hooks the leg ..1��.2��#!!NO!! Logan rolls the shoulder. Burke looks a bit agitated. He picks Logan up and slams him down. He sets him up near a corner and he is looking to execute a second split legged moonsault. He goes for it, but this time Logan rolls out of the way. While Burke is in pain, Logan scoots over and locks on a cobra clutch while Burke is laying flat on the ground. He�s got it locked in really well.]

Rick: �Nowhere for Burke to go and Logan has it locked in tight.�

[The crowd begins to get behind Burke a little bit. He is squirming but to no avail. We can feel the title escaping slowly from his grasp. The ref goes over and grabs his hand. It drops..]

[Once.]

[Twice.]

[Three Time..NO!! Burke keeps it raised. The match continues.]

[There isn�t much of an escape, but Burke somehow launched his body backwards. His legs rolled over and now he�s at the head of Logan who has yet to release the hold. Burke begins to stand up and he has him the position for a reverse DDT. Burke grabs the head of Logan and falls down and executes something similar to a reverse DDT.]

[The crowd pop huge for the innovation.]

Eddie: I don�t recall seeing that move in many recent matches. Burke is sure showing us a new move or two here.�

Rick: �No question. I�m impressed.�

[Burke gets to his feet as does Logan. Burke locks Logan up and nails him with a Tiger Suplex that sends him falling back on his head. Burke then runs towards the ropes and hits Logan with a lionsault. He goes for the cover 1��.2��3!!NO!!]

[Crowd OOOOOH�S, they thought it was over.]

[Burke quickly to his feet. He tosses Logan into the corner and Logan staggers off and walks right into a Tiger�s Claw by Burke. He damn near took his head off with that kick.]

[THUD!]

Rick: �Wow, did you hear the impact of that kick? It�s over��

[Burke covers and the ref counts 1.........2.........3!]

Eddie: �Chalk another one up for the champion.�

[As Burke begins to celebrate, the former champion Matt �Showtime� Saunders walks out onto the ramp. He is staring Burke Down who turns to see Saunders standing there. Saunders takes his fingers and rubs it along his throat indicating Burke�s demise.]

Rick: �Saunders!! Saunders is here!

Eddie: �The two me are staring eachother down. What a match it will be at Night of Terror 3.�

[Saunders just grin arrogantly and then walks backstage.]

Eddie: I thought something was gonna start there.

Rick: Uh. Eddie. You speak too soon.

(From the crowd, a figure leaps over the railing.)

Eddie: I hate that man.

(It's Buzz Tyler. He rolls in the ring. Logan is stumbling around. He turns around and Buzz goes for a spinebuster. But Logan blocks it and shoves him in the ropes.)

Eddie: Ha! Take that Buzz!

(Buzz flies back with a vicious spear to Logan. He pulls Logan up and hits the Buzzsaw.)

Eddie: Awwe.

Rick: Buzz Tyler. Always the opportunist.

(We return to the back. We see Adam Knight chatting with his brother "The Jackal" in the halls somewhere. Knight is cursing frequently, although we can not hear him. In the background, however, we hear screaming.)

Vincent: I don't care what your job is! Find me Adam Knight!

(Adam overhears this. He turns to Vincent.)

Adam: You need somethin', Vincent?

(We pan over to Vincent. He smiles, upon seeing the Knights and walks up.)

Vincent: No, not really. Just here to inform you of something. You see, I know you and Boog are friends. Good friends, I hear. And I think you'll go easy on Boog, seeing as how he'll be in rough shape. So, I'm gonna make sure you don't go easy on him.

(Adam takes a step forward, almost threatening him to continue.)

Vincent: Cuz, Adam, if you lose tonight in your tag match, you'll face the team of Darrel Besolve and Buzz Tyler in a handicapped match next week! And I don't think they like you very much!

(Adam chuckles.)

Adam: I don't like them either.

Vincent: And Adam, don't think that if you do win tonight, you'll get to go easy on Boog next week when you and The Jackal there fight him in a handicapped match. No no. I have something that will ensure that you two go full out on him. Of course, you have to win tonight, still. Not an easy task, really.

(Adam looks displeased. The Jackal aswell. Nevertheless, Adam displays a confident figure.)

Adam: That all you got, Vincent?

Vincent: I think you'll find it enough. If you want that Heavyweight title, you're gonna win your match.

(Adam knows he's right. Vincent, grinning a little too much, walks off.)

(We cut outside. Boog is running around building. He looks to be having no problem.)

Boog: I like coffee! Hot, burning coffee!

(Suddenly, as Boog rounds a corner, a lead pipe swings around and crushes Boog in the stomach. Boog crumbles to the ground. And out from the shadows, steps Byron Tanis, staring down at Boog.)

Rick: Tanis just punked out Boog!

(Tanis swings at him with another pipe shot to the body.)

Tanis: Just doin' a favor for the boss, Boog. Don't take it the wrong way.

(Tanis laughgs and heads through a side entrance to the building.)

Eddie: Boog's gonna have some trouble, now.

Rick: He still has to make it all the way around before his match!

Rick: Welcome back, Canada! And you folks watching in the States on DirectTV!

Eddie: Expansion rocks!

Rick: Up next, it'll be Adam Knight and Deja Vu to take on Boog-man and Mike Barcode.

Eddie: Knight and Boog, of course, face off for the Heavyweight title at Night of Terror. Deja Vu and Mike Barcode will also meet, as DV is go for Barcode's Extreme title. WOO! Violence SO rules!

Rick: An interesting stip has been placed, however. If Adam Knight's team loses, he will face Both Darrel Besolve and Buzz Tyler in a handicapped match.

Eddie: But, Vincent had Boog running around arena, then had Byron Tanis punk him out every so greatly. So, Boog can not be ready. He'll get slaughtered by Adam Knight, and this Deja Vu character.

Rick: That's IF he makes it here.

Eddie: Which he won't.

Rick: Boog has been getting the better of Vincent's plans to date. But this one seems to have worked to a tee thus far.

Eddie: Damn right! And Boog still has to get here! He's probably 10 minutes away, crawling on his hands and knees looking for a warm blanket.

Rick: Like Vincent's?

Eddie: Yeah, more or less like that one.

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

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

(More lightning and thunder.)

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

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

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

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

Voice: Free your mind for I am already here

(The bigscreen comes alive with "Free Your Mind"~Deja Vu October 29th 2001.)

(The unveiling is closer than you could ever possibly know.)

Eddie: Benson looks ready tonight.

Rick: Yeah, keep saying that. Look what happened to your hero, Byron Tanis.

Eddie: Bah!

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

Eddie: Here comes Adam Knight! I'm gonna get some chips real quick. I got time.

#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

Eddie: (eating chips) What'd I miss?

Rick: You dolt.

(Adam Knight enters the ring, and joing his temporary partner.)

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

Eddie: Mike Barcode! IWA Extreme champion, baby!

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

(The lights flicker.)

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

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

#So listen up 'cause you can't say nothin' /You'll shut me down with a push of your button? /But I'm out and I'm gone /I'll tell you now I keep it on and on (Barcode waits for Boog-man by ringside.)

("Shortstop" by Steve Tyler plays.)

Rick: And here comes The Boog-man . . . hopefully.

(We wait a few seconds, but nothing. We all get a little worried.)

Eddie: HA! He's gonna fail! No North American title shot for Boog! And he's gonna have a handicapped match, too! He sucks!

(Suddenly, Boog stumbles out, limping, to a giant pop.)

Rick: He's here!

(Adam Knight smiles, glad his friend will receive his due title shot. Boog man looks broken. He is very pale compared to usual. He heads down to the ring slowly.)

Rick: Look at this! How's he gonna wrestle?

Eddie: It's beautiful, ain't it.

(Barcode watches Boog. Barcode is nervous now. He knows he's gonna have to pick up the slack. Together the two enter the ring. Barcode and Deja Vu will start.)

Eddie: And here...we...go!

DING DING DING

(DV and Barcode circling. They lock up. DV with a side headlock. Barcode shoves him in the ropes. DV comes back and a shoulderblock takes Barcode down. He gets up and DV bounces off the ropes with another shoulderblock. Barcode gets up again. DV goes for an armdrag takedown, and pulls through. He applies an armbar, but Barcode reverses it with his own. He turns it into a hammerlock. Barcode lifts DV in the air, dropping him on his head.)

Rick: Nice bit of wrestling there from Deja Vu and Barcode.

Eddie: Back to the basics.

(Barcode lifts DV up. He tosses him in the ropes. Barcode leaps for a dropkick, but DV has held on to the ropes. Barcode gets back up and is taken down with a legsweep. He tags in Adam Knight. Barcode tries to tag in Boog, but decides against it.)

Rick: He's gonna give Boog some more time to recouperate.

Eddie: Smart thinking.

(Adam Knight and Mike Barcode lock up. Knight overpowers him, bringing him into the corner. But Barcode flips him around. Adam Knight blocks a chop, and flips back around on the offensive. He grabs Barcode by the head, and tosses him across the ring.)

Eddie: Yep. That always does it.

(Barcode gets up. Knight stomps him right back down. He pulls Barcode up and stuffs his head under his arm. Knight lifts Barcode up and a vertical suplex drops him back down. Knight tags in Deja Vu. DV climbs in. He pulls Barcode up. DV setting up for a northern lights suplex, and nails in, holding it into a pin.)

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

(Deja Vu pulls Barcode up and tosses him in the corner. A low right kick, followed by a low left, and finally a high right kick to the head takes Barcode to his knees. Deja Vu pulls him back up and a t-bone suplex drops him. He tags Adam Knight.)

Rick: Deja Vu working with some karate style kicks. Looks like he has some martial arts background.

(Adam Knight comes back in. Barcode backs into the corner. Knight approaches, smiling. He grabs Barcode's hair, but Barcode kicks him down low. Barcode gets back to his feet and drops him with a gutwrench suplex. Barcode runs across the ring, and sprints back, connecting with a dropkick to the chest.)

Eddie: Boog is dead, I think.

(A shot of Boog. He's not dead. He's coming around.)

(Barcode sees Boog, and decides to stall more. He exits the ring, and reaches under. Barcode pulls out a trash can and some road signs. He challenges Adam Knight to exit the ring.)

Rick: Knight's smiling. He's looking at Deja Vu.

Eddie: Deja Vu wants a piece of Barcode! He's wants to give us a preview of Night of Terror!

(Knight tags in Deja Vu, to a decent crowd pop. Deja Vu hops in the ring. Without warning he sprints and dives over the top rope, splashing Barcode down.)

Rick: What a suicidal move! Barcode is down!

(Deja Vu raises his arms, garneshing another pop. He grabs the trash can. Barcode gets to his feet, and WHAM! A shot to the head. And another. DV brings Barcode over to the announcers table, and smacks Barcode's head off the table.)

Eddie: Too close! Too close!

(DV tries to throw Barcode against the ring, but it's reversed and DV smacks hard against the side. Barcode grabs a monitor from the table and smacks Deja Vu in the skull.)

Rick: That's gotta hurt.

(Barcode rolls him in, and follows. Barcode heads to his corner. He makes the tag to Boog. Boog enters and starts stomping on Deja Vu. He pulls DV up. Slowly, he drops DV with a double-underhook overhead suplex.)

Eddie: Look how slow he is. He sucks.

Rick: Eddie, you know what happened. Don't play dumb.

(Boog pulls DV up. He sets up for a powerbomb, but Deja Vu counters with a back body drop. DV tags in Adam Knight.)

Rick: Here we go.

(Adam Knight enters the ring. He stares across at Boog.)

Rick: These two will meet for the IWA Heavyweight title in 2 weeks!

(Adam is relunctant to attack his wounded opponent. But Boog tells him to bring to, anyway. Adam shakes his head.)

Eddie: Knight doesn't want to take advantage of Boog!

(Adam leaves him no choice. Boog kicks Knight in the stomach. He launches Knight into the ropes. Knight comes back into a big spinebuster from Boog. Boog covers.)

1.......................2........... kickout.

(Boog pulls Knight up. He goes for a DDT, but it's blocked. Knight shoves Boog away. Boog attacks again, but a boot to the face puts an end to his efforts. Knight brings Boog up. He snapmares Boog to the mat. Knight kicks him in the side of the head. He makes the cover.)

ONE

TWO

kickout

Rick: Knight feels a little less guilty, now that Boog attacked him.

Eddie: Boog had no choice, Knight knows that.

(Knight tags Deja Vu. DV enters the ring. He sees Boog crawling to his corner. He allows him to.)

Rick: Deja Vu probably shouldn't do that. I mean, if his team loses, Adam Knight will be on the wrong side of a handicapped match.

Eddie: Meh. Why does he care?

(Boog tags in Barcode, who DV wanted. Barcode enters the ring. The two lock up. Barcode rakes the face and knocks DV's feet from under him. He kicks DV a few times. Barcode pulls DV up again and whips him in the corner. DV pops out right into a bulldog from Barcode. Barcode follows it up with an Asai moonsault.)

Rick: Beautiful execution.

(Barcode climbs to the top rope now. He leaps off, connecting with a big splash. He covers.)

Rick: ONE! TWO! Not yet.

(Barcode pulls DV up. DV blocks a right, and a roundhouse to the chest knocks him back. Barcode comes back to the attack and is dropped with a German suplex from Deja Vu. Now, he pulls Barcode back up. He's going for another suplex, but elbows to the skull prevents that from happening. Barcode with a jawbreaker, then a hard sidewalk slam. DV gets back up, and goes down with a running slam. Barcode tags in Boog and starts climbing back to the top rope.)

Rick: The Extreme champ's goin' for somethin' extreme, here!

Eddie: AHHHH!!!

Rick: Adam Knight just shoved Barcode off the top rope to the outside! Did you hear Barcode's skull crashing against the railing?

(Deja tags in Adam Knight, then quickly exits the ring. Knight and Boog lock up. Boog throws him in the ropes... no, it's reversed. Boog bounces back, into a big gorilla press slam. Boog climbs back to his feet. He is visibly in pain. Boog is clenching his ribs tightly. Knight shakes his head.)

Rick: That lead pipe from Tanis earlier on did it's damage. Boog can not wrestle!

Eddie: Hey! He did it before against Besolve.

Rick: Eddie, he spent 20 minutes running around wearing next to nothing, in the freezing cold! Look how pale he looks?

Rick: What's Deja Vu doing? Why is he laying Barcode on our table?

Eddie: And why did he place a chair under his leg?

(Knight scoops Boog up and slams him to the back. Deja Vu re-enters the ring. He climbs up to the top rope, and stares down at Barcode.)

Rick: I'm gonna move now.

(Deja Vu leaps off with a giant legdrop over the lower body of Barcode! The table crashes in a huge mess.)

Rick: OH MY GOD!

Eddie: CARNAGE! CHAOS!! ANARCHY!!!

(Deja Vu and Barcode lay in a mess. In the ring, Knight drops Boog with a short powerbomb. He covers.)

Rick: This is done.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Eddie: Boog kicked out!!

Rick: He has too much heart! He can't just go down! He'll fight to the death!

(Adam Knight is shaking his head. He pulls Boog up. He stuffs an almost liveless Boog-man between his legs. Reading his lips, we can see him saying "sorry". Knight lifts him up in the air and plants him with a diving powerbomb.)

Rick: The KnightFall! It's over!

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

Eddie: Boog loses! He has to fight in a handicapped match next week! HAHA!

Rick: Vincent is pathetic. That's all I can say.

(A shot of Boog in the ring. Knight standing above him. Outside the ring, Deja Vu is getting back to his feet. Barcode is not.)

(We see the steel cage slowly descending upon the ring.)

Rick: Fans, we're back! It's time for our steel cage main event.

Eddie: WOO! Buzz die!

(The cage reaches the ring. The ring crew locks it in place.)

("Are You Gonna Go My Way" rips through the arena.)

Eddie: Ah! It hurts my ears! It hurts my ears!

(A white spotlight reaches the entrance. Seconds later, Buzz Tyler enters through the entrance. He stroles down the aisle as the spotlight follows him closely.)

Rick: Buzz Tyler will meet Logan on the 11th to crown the next IWA International champion. A win over Tanis would give him the momentum to plow through Logan, in my opinion.

Eddie: I think my ears are bleeding... Owwy!!

(Buzz enters the cage through the open door. He awaits, patiently.)

(The lights dim. Colored spotlights spark up, and roam endlessly.)

Eddie: You're going down, Buzz! YEAH!

Rick: Sit down, Eddie.

("Symphony of Destruction" (remix) by MegaDeath/NiN.)

(The crowd reaction is decidedly mixed. Sure, he's evil, arrogant, and all of that, but he is Canadian, after all. Besides his opponent is Buzz.)

Eddie: (applauding)

Rick: Stop!

(Byron comes running into the aisle. He's dressed to go, and he's in one hell of a hurry.)

Rick: Tanis! Tanis making a beeline for the ring! Oh man! No posturing, no nothing!

Eddie: YES!

(Tanis enters the ring and immediately attacks Buzz Tyler. Tanis shoves Buzz into the cage. He bounces back and Tanis kicks him in the chest, taking him down.)

Rick: There we go. The door has been locked. The only way to win this match is climb out of the ring. (DING! DING!)

(Buzz gets back up. Tanis with a forearm to the head. Buzz rakes the face and drives his knee into Tanis' stomach. He throws Tanis to the mat and drops a leg over his neck.)

Rick: IT'S OVER! He hit him with the legdrop!

Eddie: Rick. Only the man in the red and yellow can drop that leg over his opponent with even force to crush his hopes and dreams forever.

Rick: Oh, I see. I do appologize.

(Tanis is pulled up. Buzz with a side-headlock. But Tanis with elbows to the body loosens Buzz's grip. Tanis with a belly-to-back suplex, taking Buzz down. He drops down and begins laying in the shots to Buzz's head.)

Eddie: That a boy, Tanis!

(Buzz tries to block the particularly hard shots, but Tanis is too quick on this exchange. Eventually, Tanis rises to his feet, and awaits his opponent. Buzz pulls himself up. Tanis charges after him. Buzz drops his body down, and sends Tanis in the air with back-body drop.)

Rick: Tanis crashes into the cage back first! And he crashes to the mat, head first! That looked brutal. I hope he's OK.

Eddie: ??? It's Tanis! Of course he is.

(Eddie is wrong. Tanis is hurt. Buzz, sensing this, laughs. He takes his time, heckling some booing fans, as Byron lay on the mat holding his head. Buzz returns to his opponent, grabbing him by the hair. But Tanis was ready, and tosses Buzz head first into the cage.)

Rick: It was trap! He wasn't really that hurt!

Eddie: Tanis, you genius.

(Buzz bounces off the cage in a daze. Tanis gets up and plows him down. Tanis climbs up to second rope. He's holding onto the cage for easy balance. He measures up his fallen opponent and leaps off, planting his knee deep into the chest cavity of Buzz. Tanis starts climbing the cage now.)

Eddie: Tanis is going for the win here.

(Tanis climbs the cage like a champ. But, Buzz grabs a hold of his leg. He's pulling, but Byron is holding on to the top of the cage. Tanis kicks Buzz in the head, but Buzz won't let go. He continues pulling. Tanis pulls his leg free long enough to leap backwards.)

Rick: Flying elbow! He nails Buzz!

Eddie: What a shot to the skull that was! But, Byron took a lot from that fall.

(Both men are down. Buzz looks the worst, not moving at all. Tanis, after a few seconds, manages to rise to his feet once again. He grabs his foot, indicating a little pain from the fall. Tanis pulls Buzz up to his feet. He scoops him up and slams him in the center of the ring. Tanis a quick elbow to Buzz's skull.)

Rick: Tanis connects with the elbow. And there's a second elbow.

Eddie: And a third!

Rick: It seems apparent that Tanis has had enough of Buzz Tyler's crap. He wants to put an end to Buzz's pestering once and for all.

Eddie: Just get out the old clippers.

(Tanis grabs Tyler's legs, and falls backwards, slingshotting Buzz head first into the cage. Buzz crashes to the mat on his back. Blood is beginning to trickle out of his new wounds.)

Eddie: WOO! Buzz is bleeding! I hope he dies!

Rick: Eddie, that's cold.

Eddie: Yeah, it is.

(The Lord of the Ring stares down at Tanis. He kicks Buzz in the body, then yells at him, probably making fun of his movie roleplay again. Tanis kicks him a second time. He smiles, as Buzz screams from the impact, and kicks again.)

Rick: Buzz catches his foot! He pulls Tanis down. Anklelock! No! Buzz spins around. He has Tanis in his own Hawk's Talon!

Eddie: Infringement!

(Tanis squirms to the ropes. He has a hold of the bottom rope.)

Rick: Buzz can't win with this! But he doesn't have to release the hold!

Eddie: Damn cage matches! But I love them so. Oh, the irony.

(Tanis grabs a hold of the second rope and pulls himself into the air. And with the speed of some sort of feline creature, he spins underneath, escaping the hold and taking Buzz to the mat.)

Eddie: What a sweet reversal! I am impressed.

(Both men are down briefly. Buzz gets up first. Tanis follows, supporting his right leg. Buzz kicks him in the leg, taking him to a knee. Then, a swift kick to the back of the head takes him to the mat. Buzz pulls Tanis up and sits him on the top rope. Buzz climbs up. He sets up for a superplex.)

Rick: Buzz goin' big here!

(Buzz leaps back, slamming Tanis hard into the mat.)

Rick: Great execution! Buzz has an opportunity here. And he's climbing!

(Tanis lays on the mat as Buzz begins climbing. The superplex has taken much out of Buzz, and he climbs slowly. Tanis gets to his feet. Buzz has reached the top. Tanis begins climbing as Buzz flips over to the other side of the cage.)

Eddie: Oh no! Buzz is gonna win! All he has to do is let go!

(And he does.)

Eddie: AH!

Rick: No! Tanis has both his arms! Buzz is hanging from the top of the cage!

Eddie: Tanis is pulling him back up! Look at this!

(Tanis pulls him back up, securing Buzz a spot at the top instead of on the ground as the victor. Tanis now throws Buzz's arm over his head.)

Rick: What's he doing?

(Tanis lifts him in the air, holding on for dear life, and drops him chest first across the top of the cage.)

Rick: Tanis is climbing again. He's on top of the cage! He's standing on top of the cage staring at Buzz!

Eddie: Rick, I'm scared.

(Tanis takes a deep breath and leaps towards Buzz, draping his leg over the head of Buzz sending him flipping off the cage, spinning to the mat! Buzz crashes stomach first on the mat!)

Rick: Oh my god! Buzz just did a 360 the hard way!

Eddie: Tanis is holding on to the top of the cage! Somehow, he held on!

(Tanis hangs briefly. Then, he pulls himself over the top of the cage. Tanis climbs down, and drops to the ground.)

Rick: Byron Tanis wins!

Eddie: WOOOO! Told ya he would!

(Tanis, sweaty and battered, heads back up the aisle, victorious. Buzz Tyler, in the ring, lays in much pain.)

Rick: Fans, we're outta time! So long!

(Suddenly, the masked man comes from the audience.)

Eddie: One second, Rick!

(Deja Vu comes up from behind and suplex's Tanis head first onto the steel ramp.)

Rick: Oh my god! What impact! Tanis is hurt!

(Tanis doesn't move, just holds his head. Deja Vu stands over top him.)

DV: Oh Byron, is the phone still ringing. Are you still there Byron?

(After getting no response Deja Vu leans over.)

DV: (screaming) BYRON!!! I AM TALKING TO YOU

(He kicks Tanis in the head.)

DV: Dumb son of a bitch. Don't you go to sleep on me yet Tanis!

(He kicks him again.)

DV: You listen to me when I talk to you...you piece of gutter trash!

(Now he smacks Tanis in the face.)

DV: For two long years I have wallowed in mediocrity here in the NeWA. For two long years you have been known as Mr. This and Mr. That...well no more Byron Tanis. No more free rides at my expense any longer. By god, if you haven't fucking figured out who I am yet, you damn sure will know soon enough.

(He then gets down on his hands and knees right there in the face of Tanis.)

DV: I hope you enjoy that shot at Ramsey's NeWA World Heavyweight Title because I can tell you one thing Byron. You won't live long enough to see it ever again!

(Copyright laws roll, as they always do. The scene fades into the IWA logo. This fades into darkness.)