Rick: Welcome back to Rush, fans!

Eddie: Up next we have my favorite title, the EXTREME title, on the line.

Rick: Mike Barcode defends against Chris Fury!

Eddie: YES! Blood . . . guts . . . chairs . . . bunnies . . . tables!

Rick: Yep, I really think . . . did you say bunnies?

Eddie: Sorry lost my train of thought.

(The house lights in the building begin to dim. A giant 8 appears on the big video screen then begins to count down as a voice accompanies each number.) 8, 7, 6, 6, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1��

BOOM!

(Flames of pyro suddenly explode from the stage; red strobe lights begin to flash through out the arena, and Slipknots "Heretic Anthem" blasts over the P.A. of the arena. The fans fill the arena with loud, hateful boo's.)

Eddie: This guy is Hardcore! He will win!

Rick: Yeah but so is Barcode. He's the champ ya know?

Eddie: Bah! Fury's more sadistic!

Rick: If you insist.

(Chris Fury makes his way down the aisle. He is wearing a tee shirt that reads "In Flames", a pair of olive green cargo pants cut off a little below the knees, and a pair of black combat boots.)

Eddie: Here he is! He's Hardcode! He's Hardcore!

Rick: Whatever you say....

(Eddie tries to get a chant going but fails as Fury slides into the ring.)

Rick: What exactly are you trying to do Eddie?

Eddie: Getting one of those fan chants going you know?

Rick: It�s not working . . .

(Eddie hangs his head in shame.) Eddie: Yea I know. The Buzz Tyler one did though.

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

Eddie: Mike Barcode! IWA Extreme champion suckas!

Rick: Suckas?

Eddie: Yea?

#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 slides under the ropes and stares the waiting Fury right in the eye.)

Rick: And we�re off, Fury goes straight towards the champ with a quick knee to the gut and Fury brings Barcode crashing to the ground with a big neck breaker!

Eddie: Fury's headed outside the ring! Maybe he's going to go get a nuke from under the ring or something!

Rick: I doubt it. But damn Fury is starting this off quick.

(Chris grabs a chair and tosses it into the ring. He then slides back in.)

Rick: Now what?

Eddie: I dunno but it looks like it's gonna be good!

(Fury lifts Barcode and drags him over to the chair lying on the mat. He hooks his arms then delivers a tiger driver to him on top of the chair.)

Rick: My god! What a move by Fury! And the match has BARELY gotten started!

Eddie: Barcode is getting UP! Stay down you loser . . . FURY HAS TO WIN!

Rick: And why is that?

Eddie: Because.

(Barcode slowly gets up off the mat and reaches towards Fury. Chris sends a stiff kick right into the champs face sending Mike rolling into the corner. As the blood starts to seep out of a small cut on Barcodes forehead Fury makes his way over to where Barcode rolled.)

Rick: Barcode MUST get up, if he doesn�t make an attempt at an offence he�s through here . . . Eddie?

Eddie: What if the Hokey Pokey really IS what it�s all about?

Rick: . . . . . . .

Eddie: What?

Rick: You do realize our job is to call these matches, right?

Eddie: Wow my shoes are comfortable; I need to get another pair soon though.

(As Rick sighs quietly to himself Barcode makes a quick movement towards Chris knocking him off his feet. The two men fight and claw at each other for a few minutes until they reach the edge of the mat and fall to ring side Barcode is the first up, he slides back into the ring grabbing the chair Fury left there before.)

Eddie: Hopefully we are about to see some premo Barcode action!

(Barcode winds up as Fury climbs back into the ring.)

Rick: Barcode just cracked the edge of that chair into Chris Fury�s knee!

Eddie: And he is down on the mat screaming like a little girl.

(Fury, with teach clenched Chris unsteadily reaches for the steel chair dropped by Mike then gets up.)

Rick: Oh my god! Fury just took that steal chair and planted it across Mike Barcodes head!

Eddie: Kill him! Bleed!

(Fury tosses the chair aside and pulls Barcode up. He sets him up for a cradle DDT.)

Eddie: Looks like it's time for The Unwilling Denial!

Rick: Yes, Fury is about to deliver his finishing move to Mike Barcode!

Eddie: What exactly does that mean anyway? Unwilling Denial? If he's denying it, than of course it's unwilling.

(Fury lifts up Barcode and lifts Barcode then drops him down in the UD.)

Rick: And Fury connects with it! This could be it! Cover from Fury! 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . .3NO!!! Barcode gets the shoulder up he gets a shoulder UP!!!

Eddie: Wow Barcode is really making a great showing here.

(Barcode gets up and pushes Fury into the ropes, quickly grabbing the chair and smacking it into Fury�s face with all the force he could possibly muster. Blood quickly follows.)

Eddie: Lord did Fury have a red paint ball up his nose?

Rick: Ouch.

(Barcode falls atop of Fury�s broken body.)

Eddie: Cover!!! Barcode is covering Fury! 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . . 3!!!

Rick: O my god how did Mike Barcode ever pull that one out!!!

Rick: That was brutal, Eddie.

Eddie: And I love it!

(Rick and Eddie are cut off by darkness.)

Eddie: Damn it! I hate darkness.

(Suddenly, lightning and thunder rips inside the arena.)

Eddie: AAHHH!!

Rick: I'm guessin' Deja Vu is around.

(A voice is heard on the PA.)

Voice: IWA, I am here to free your minds and I am going to start with the one who has been a mainstay in the IWA for ever and a day. Our careers have paralleled for a very long time now and it is time to take the invasion to your backyard, just like you did mine a long time ago. Do you feel it yet? Do you feel like you have been here before? Before it is all said and done you will know why I picked the name Deja Vu because I am coming for you and you will know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am going to be the one to prove to you and everyone else here in the IWA as well as the NeWA that the changing of the guard has not yet taken place. 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: Tonight Byron, I will once again make a fool of you. You think that what I have done to date has been bad to you? Just wait until later on tonight when I show the entire world just how easy it is to fluster and frustrate the so called Lord of the Ring Byron Tanis.

[Deja Vu looks straight into the camera]

DV: The so called greatest NWA World Heavyweight Champion of all time. The man who is considered a legend in the parts of the IWA. Well Byron, a legend is going to be destroyed tonight in what is going to be the biggest crowning moment in the brief and soon to be short lived career of Deja Vu. But, will be just another achievement in beating the hell out of Tanis like I had always done in the past.

[He points to the camera]

DV: Prepare for the shock of your life Byron because the PPV is right around the corner and so is the unveilling of your worst nightmare.

[A dramatic pause]

DV: ME

[With that Deja Vu exits the ring]

Eddie: You know, this man is starting to really bug me. And not just the lightning and thunder part, either.

(We cut backstage. Vincent is in his office. Nailz is holding an icepack on Vincent's head. Then, in walks Mike Barcode. Bloody, beaten, but still champion.)

Barcode: You asked for me, and I'm here. What do you want, Vincent?

Vincent: I wanted to say great job on that title defense earlier tonight. You are truly a great Extreme champ. You make me proud.

Barcode: Well, thanks. But, is that all? I mean, look at me! I just went through hell! I kinda want to relax.

Vincent: You just went through hell?? Look at me? LOOK AT ME!!

(Barcode laughs. Only on the inside, though. His face remains expressionless.)

Vincent: But, there is another reason I wanted you here. Your big title defense against Deja Vu is coming up, and we have yet to name the stipulations.

Barcode: What do you suggest?

Vincent: You're the champ. What do you suggest?

Barcode: Well, let me see.

(Barcode thinks real hard. A smile comes across his face.)

Barcode: I got it. A weapons match.

Vincent: Every Extreme title match is a weapons match. Think harder.

(Barcode does. He soon smiles again.)

Barcode: Alright, how about this. A Flaming Tables match!

Vincent: Do go on.

Barcode: Well, we have a couple flaming tables on the outside. There's not much else to it. Except, all over ringside, we'll throw down thumbtacks. Thousands of thumbtacks. So, you're gonna really want to watch out.

Vincent: Hmm. You've got yourself a match!

(Barcode smiles. The two shakes hands, and Barcode walks out of the office. Back to ringside.)

Eddie: WOO! Sweet!

Rick: Flaming tables match, eh? Thumbtacks all over ringside, eh?

Eddie: I'm likin' that!

Rick: That should be . . . interesting.

Eddie: And BLOODY!!!

Rick: Up next, fans, we've got Logan and Evan Hurley. Hurley is not scheduled to appear at Night of Terror 3 on Sunday, but Logan will battle Buzz Tyler for the IWA International title, in a match I am looking forward to.

Eddie: Buzz gonna die! DIE!!!!

Rick: Damn it! Vincent got him excited.

[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, in his long green tights with a large black V down the left side and the MSPW Twin Cities title strapped around his waist, �Violent� Evan Hurley.)

Rick: Hurley is the new MSPW Twin Cities champ down in the NeWA2 regions.

Eddie: Hmph! NeWA2. Minor leagues.

Rick: Have you even checked out any NeWA2 regions? Some of them, like MSPW, are really impressive, Eddie.

Eddie: Hmph.

("What's This Life For" by Creed blasts over the PA. The fans stand to get a better view.)

Rick: Here's the former International champ, Logan!

(Logan steps out, garneshing a pop. He stands on the aisle, soaking in cheers.)

Eddie: This should be a good match.

(Logan begins marching to the ring, when from behind, Buzz Tyler comes up and WHACKS Logan in the skull with a chair of steel.)

Eddie: Buzz Tyler just come from the back! Damn you, Buzz!

Rick: Did you hear that shot, Rick? Ouch.

(Buzz laughs, and heads back through the entrance. Logan is down. Hurley, seeking an advantage, sprints down the aisle.)

Rick: Evan is picking up Logan. He's dragging him down the aisle!

Eddie: What an advantage this is, Rick!

(Evan rolls Logan into the ring. He follows and the bell sounds.)

Rick: Well, I guess we are started. But Logan just got nailed with that chair. He can't be fit to wrestle.

Eddie: To hell with that! He's wrestling!

(Evan brings Logan up. Logan limps lifelessly. He scoops Logan up, and throws him over his head with a fallaway slam. Hurley bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow to the head. Again, he bounces off the set of ropes and drops the same elbow. He brings Logan back to his feet and whips him in the corner. Logan stumbles out and into a belly-to-belly suplex.)

Rick: Logan is in trouble.

Eddie: Apparently, yes.

(Hurley pulls him up. He hooks him in a pumphandle. Hurley pulls him over his shoulder and slams him down to the mat. He covers.)

ONE! TWO! Kickout.

(Hurley pulls Logan back up. He goes for a suplex, but Logan blocks. He shoves Evan away.)

Rick: Logan's still showing some life.

(Logan attacks with a lariat, but it's ducked. Evan kicks him in the stomach and DDT's him to the mat.)

Eddie: Not anymore.

(Logan is pulled up. Evan lauches him in the corner. He charges, driving his shoulder deep into Logan's stomach. Logan falls to his knees, but Evan pulls him up. He scoops him up and nails a gutwrench suplex. Hurley grabs Logan's legs, and flips him over, leaning far back.)

Rick: Hurley has Logan in a Bostom crab. This could be over soon.

(Logan is still tickin', as he fights through the pain. He reaches for the ropes.)

Eddie: He's too far.

(Logan grabs a hold of the bottom rope.)

Eddie: Oh. Guess not.

(Hurley gets up. Logan lays tired and broken on the mat. Evan picks him up. He hits Logan with a European uppercut. Evan follows it with an atomic drop before throwing Logan over the ropes to the outside. Evan raises his arms, praising himself for his showing.)

Rick: He's proud of himself.

Eddie: Well, Logan hasn't got so much as a punch in.

(Hurley rolls out of the ring and brings Logan to his feet. He grabs the arm to thrown Logan, but Logan reverses it and Hurley crashes into the guardrail hard.)

Eddie: Damn it! Every time I say something, the opposite happens.

Rick: Heh. Yeah, I thought that was funny, too.

(Hurley pulls himself up, but Logan clocks him with a forearm to the head. Logan rolls in. Evan grabs him by the legs and pulls him back out.)

Rick: Hurley ain't done on the outside.

(He throws Logan shoulder first into the turnbuckle post. Logan shows his pain. Hurley grabs him by the hair and tosses him in the ring. He follows. Hurley tosses Logan into the ropes and charges with a spear. Logan is down hard.)

Rick: Evan has been putting on a clinic, very good showing by this normally hardcore young man.

Eddie: Damn fine skill being played out here by Hurley. I�m presently surprised. Even though Logan was out of it before he even started. Heh.

(Evan quickly grabs a hold of Logan�s head, wrenching hard on his neck. Evan refuses to break the hold, Logan showing signs of give as his eyes glaze over slightly.)

Eddie: Nice sleeper from Evan, Logan is showing signs of fatigue. Wait now what�s Evan doing?

(Evan slowly brings Logan up to his feet, still not releasing the sleeper hold. Once Logan is apparently out Evan spins him around and inflicts a quick atomic drop.)

Rick: Ouch

Eddie: Logan better make some sort of offence here or Evan will pick up this win easy.

(Evan drags Logan over to the turnbuckle propping him against the turnbuckle pads. Climbing up behind him Evan takes a quick look around the arena and makes his move.)

Eddie: O lord . . . here we go.

Rick: Evan taking off . . . VIOLENT ACT!!! Logan�s head is driven into the mat with that bulldog.

Eddie: And Logan is out, Evan better make a cover here.

(Evan breathes, and crawls over to Logan. He drapes his arm over Logan's chest.)

ONE!

TWO!

THR--

Rick: No! Logan got his foot on the ropes JUST in time!

Eddie: Oh jesus.

Rick: Incredible!

(Evan pulls Logan up. He tosses him in the corner. Evan walks over and nails Logan with a knife-edge chop, and another, and another. Logan holds his chest in pain. Hurley sits Logan on the top rope.)

Rick: What will Evan do next?

(Hurley climbs up the first step. Logan punches him sending him back to the mat. Logan kicks him in the gut, grabs his head, and leaps off with a reverse tornado DDT!)

Rick: The Amnesia!!! That's Logan's finisher! This thing is over!

(Logan slowly crawls over. He hooks the legs.)

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

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

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

NO!!!

Eddie: He kicked out! He frickin' kicked out!

Rick: Wow!

(Logan slowly returns to his feet. He pulls Hurley up. Logan whips Evan into the ropes, but the ref stands in his way, and catches an elbow in the face.)

Rick: The ref is down!

Eddie: Frickin' idiotic refs!

(This leaves room for Buzz Tyler, who comes sprinting down the aisle immediately, carrying that dented steel chair.)

Eddie: Now look what happens! Frickin' idiotic ref.

(Logan doesn't see Buzz. He pulls Evan up.)

Rick: Buzz has the chair . . . he swings!

(Logan, miraculously, ducks the chair, and Buzz nails Evan in the face.)

Eddie: Buzz missed! Evan is down!

(Logan spins around with a roundhouse, driving the chair into Buzz's face. He falls to the floor.)

Eddie: Take that, Buzz!

(The former International champ begins climbing to the top rope. He almost falls, being so beaten already. Logan measures up Evan and leaps off.)

Rick: Frogsplash . . . he connects!

Eddie: It's over!

(The ref at this point has regained conciousness. Logan hooks Evan's legs.)

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

Rick: It is! Logan pulls through and gains the victory!

Eddie: Buzz Tyler thought he'd one-up Logan tonight. But not a chance!

Rick: This is a big win, going into Night of Terror 3 with momentum.

(A shot of Buzz, on the floor, now just rumbling a bit.)

Eddie: Ha! I love it.

Rick: Welcome back! It's time for a huge matchup, that was been brewing for quite some time.

Eddie: You know, I don't really think Dan Benson has any right to be pestering Byron Tanis like this. I mean, he's not even remotely close to being in Tanis' league.

Rick: Eddie, I don't think Deja Vu is Dan Benson.

Eddie: If it ain't Benson, than it's R.J. Harris. Pretty much the same person anyway.

Rick: Whoever it is, we can only guess.

Eddie: I'm not guessing.

Rick: Deja Vu has been talking smack, if you will, about Tanis ever since he's came in to the IWA. He's made it clear that Tanis is the reason he is around. Tonight, up next, he finally gets what he came for.

[The lights dim. Colored spotlights roam.]

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

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

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

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

[Byron stops in the aisle. And then.]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BIGGER PYRO THAN CHESHIRE�S!]

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

[The Tanis highlight reel plays behind him, on the big screen. Byron heads straight for the ring, paying little attention if any to the crowd. He rolls into the ring.]

Rick: In 6 days, fans, Byron Tanis will face off, one on one, against Jason Ramsey in the main event of Night of Terror, for the NWA World Title!

Eddie: Stop pluggin' the PPV! Plug THIS show!

Rick: Jesus, Eddie. You aren't the one to be givin' broadcasting tips.

(The lights dim.)

Eddie: I know whats comin' up. And I know it's still gonna freak me out.

(Suddenly, a streak of lightning rips through the arena crashing against the entrance platform. It is accompanied by loud thunder.)

Eddie: AHHH!

Rick: Hah!

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.

(The lightning flashes are striking the entrance ramp every few seconds.)

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

(Finally, Deja Vu steps out as the lightning and thunder cease. "What Will Become" by Fear Factory begins to play as the 6'5 270 pound masked wrestler makes his way towards the ring. Deja Vu is dressed in his usual black tights, but tonight he wears a black shirt with the date "April 2".)

Rick: April 2nd? What does that represent?

Eddie: Who knows.

(Deja Vu finally enters the ring. Tanis stares at him, and takes notice of the printed date. 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 November 12th 2001".)

"DING DING DING," goes the bell.

Rick: And we're off. Collar tie up. Tanis with a hammer lock. Deja Vu hits a snapmare. Tanis quickly up, though. He ducks a clothesline. BAM! What a thunderous lariat from the former three time IWA champ.

(Tanis pulls Deja Vu up to his feet. He lauches him into the ropes. DV flies back with a cross-body block. He takes Tanis down and pins him ...................1.................... easy kickout by Tanis. He returns to his feet, fighting off right hands. Tanis rakes the face and hits a jawbreaker.)

Eddie: Something's wrong, Rick.

(Deja Vu is stumbling. Tanis wraps his arms around DV and executes a belly-to-belly suplex. The Lord of the Ring pulls Deja Vu back up and drops him with a side-Russian legsweep. Tanis hops to the second rope and leaps down off.)

Rick: Tanis connects with a elbow to the heart! I think you're right, Eddie. Something's definitely wrong.

(Tanis pulls Deja Vu up. He hits an atomic drop, followed by a go-behind. Tanis applies a full-nelson.)

Eddie: Full-nelson applied. We know what's next!

Rick: Moment of Clarity! Did you see Deja Vu's head smack that ring?

Eddie: He's got him, Rick. No one kicks out of that!

(Tanis covers.)

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

Rick: That was too easy. Deja Vu is better than that, even you can admit that, Eddie.

Eddie: Even Dan Benson had some decent matches with Tanis. This isn't right.

(Suddenly, a second Deja Vu comes running down the aisle.)

Rick: What the hell??

Eddie: I knew it! He was a fake! Here comes the real Deja Vu!

(This Deja Vu is wearing another black shirt. This one with "April 16" printed on it. Deja Vu sprints and slides in the ring. He and Tanis start exchanging right hands. Tanis gets the better of him. He kicks him in the stomach, spins him around, and hits a reverse DDT. Deja Vu rolls out of the floor.)

Rick: I don't think that was the real Deja Vu, Eddie. Here come two more!

(These two sport the black shirts as well. The first with "April 17" on the shirt, and the second printed with "September 5". They both slide in the ring. Tanis tries to fight off both men. For a moment, they get the advantage, double-teaming him. But Tanis drops one with a straight right hand. He spears the second one to the mat.)

Rick: Eddie, look!

(A shot of the ramp. Another Deja Vu comes out, wearing "September 11" on his chest. Then, a sixth, wearing "September 21". And after him, is another Deja Vu, this one is "February 13".)

Eddie: Tanis can't fight them all off! Can he??

Rick: I don't think so. There's just too many.

(One by one, the three Deja Vu's slide in the ring. The first gets a belly-to-belly for his troubles. The other two begin stomping on Tanis, but he low-blows one of them and drops the other with a stunner. Now, more Deja Vu's hit the ring, as Tanis stares at them, frustrated and confused. In order, they wear "May 8", "May 15", "May 17", and "June 7" on their shirts.)

Eddie: Too . . . many . . . Deja Vus!

(Amazingly, Tanis is fighting off eleven men! One goes down from a suplex, the next from a spear. But, as everyone attacks at once, the numbers are too much. They punch and kick at Tanis from every direction, until The Lord of The Ring hits the mat.)

Eddie: Eleven on one! Tanis is down! Can we get some frickin' help here?

Rick: Tanis rolls out of the way to freedom! He's grabbing a chair! Tanis is calling them on!!

(SMACK! Down goes one. WHACK! Another is down. THUNK! THWACK! KUNK! KAZAAM! CRICK!)

Rick: He took them down! Tanis is the sole man standing! He just took down 11 Deja Vu...type...characters.

Eddie: Here come numbers 12, 13, and 14!

(Three more Deja Vu's come out. One wears "August 23" on his chest. The next "August 30" and the last one is "November 12".)

Rick: Tanis is in the ring! He's pumped!

Eddie: Get him, Tanis!

(The three men are reluctant to enter the ring. They come up with a plan.)

Rick: The three men are each taking a spot around the ring... they all slide it at the same time! They're surrounding Tanis!

(Tanis swings at on, and drops him. The other two get a hold of him and knock the chair out of his hands. Tanis with a mule kick on one. He rocks the other with a right and DDT's him down. He takes the last one down with the Moment of Clarity.)

Rick: Again, Tanis takes out everyone!

Eddie: Tanis has that chair again. He's staring at the entrance ramp, waiting for the next wave of Deja Vus!

(He waits for seconds, but no new men come out. Tanis turns around, and studies the 14 different Deja Vu's, and the dates printed on their chests. Suddenly, lighting and thunder rip through the arena. The lightning crashes on the entranceway. Tanis flips back around, staring at the entrance.)

Rick: What now? A trailor with Mama Deja Vu, Papa Deja Vu, and two little Deja Vus?

Eddie: Whatever it is, Tanis is ready.

(Suddenly, another Deja Vu, this one not wearing a shirt, but his usual outfit of black pants, boots, and a mask, comes over the guardrail from the crowd. With him is a hockey stick.)

Rick: Eddie, I think this is the real Deja Vu!

Eddie: I think you're right. Turn around, Tanis!

(Tanis can't hear him. Deja Vu slides in the ring, masked by the thunder. Tanis stares readily at the entrance, when...)

CRACK!

(Deja Vu cracks the back of Tanis' head with the hockey stick.)

Rick: Deja Vu just dropped Tanis! What a shot that was! Right to the back of the head!

Eddie: It just ain't fair, damn it!

[Deja Vu takes out a mic and leans over the fallen Tanis]

DV: You still just don't get it do you Byron. I told you that it wasn't going to be as simple as just climbing into the ring with me and unmasking me. No, I am enjoying this far too much to let it end with some kind of freaking grudge match.

[Pause as he continues to look down at Tanis]

DV: I saw you looking at the dates on the shirts of all of the bogus Deja Vu's Byron. Did any of them ring any bells? I sure as hell hope so Byron because your big date with the NWA World Heavyweight Champion is only a week away now and you still haven't got a clue as to who I am.

[He starts to laugh]

DV: Your time is running out Byron. I wonder if it is working on you knowing that someone like me is making a spectacle of you right here on nation wide television each and every week and there isn't a thing that you can do about it.

[He winds up the hockey stick one more time and blasts Tanis in the chest with it. The impact is so great that the hockey stick shatters into tiny pieces. Deja Vu can only look at it and shake his head]

DV: An old hockey injury huh?

[Deja Vu exits the ring as IWA officials slide in to check on Tanis and Deja Vu makes his way to the back]

Rick: Tanis is hurt, folks. We've got to take a break.

Eddie: I hate this man they call... Deja Vu! Benson sucks!

(We return from break, and head directly to the back. We are in Boog's locker room. Adam Knight walks in.)

Rick: Uh oh.

(Boog stares at his opponent for the PPV.)

Adam: Look, Boog. I'm sorry about earlier. Things got heated in there, and I let my emotions take over.

(Boog looks at the ground. He smiles. He looks back up at Adam.)

Boog: Don't worry about it. Things got out of control. Your damn little brother just went too far.

Adam: Maybe so, but his intentions were some-what good. After all, he really only wanted to help out his brother.

Boog: Are you defending him?

Adam: I'm not defending his actions, no. But, you didn't have to do what you did. You could have broke up the fight, like I was trying to do.

(Boog takes a step forward.)

Boog: Listen, Adam. You're my buddy, and I have all the respect in the world for you. But your brother, got what he deserved.

(Suddenly, James Knight comes running in the room, steel chair in hand. Boog turns to him and is clocked with a chair shot.)

Eddie: The Jackal just layed out Boog!

(James kicks Boog a few times.)

Adam: James! Leave him alone!

(Adam pulls his brother away. The Jackal turns to him.)

Jackal: That was for revenge. Now we're even.

Adam: You better be. Because in our match tonight, you ain't touchin' Boog. I ain't touchin' Boog. Except to pin him. He's willingly throwin' the match, to stick it to Vincent. And that's all. Got it?

Jackal: Don't worry. Don't worry.

(Adam looks down at Boog, as Jackal walks out.)

Adam: Sorry, Boog. I didn't want this to happen.

(Adam walks off. We see Boog writhing in pain on the mat.)

Rick: Oh boy.

Rick: We're back!

Eddie: I'm soooo hungry.

Rick: I don't care! We have a match next. Wait 'til commercials.

Eddie: Aww... fine!

Rick: Up next, Paradox against Adam Burke and Matt Saunders.

Eddie: There's an odd pairing. Adam Burke was the one who took the Cruiserweight title from Saunders. Thanks to that pest Chris Fury.

("It Feels Good" By Tony, Tony, Tone plays. A mild pop, as Antoine Murrain and Anthony Cosgrove step out from the back. They begin their strut to the ring.)

Rick: Paradox has yet to be defeated, Eddie.

Eddie: I know that!

(Murrain and Cosgrove slide in the ring and do a little posing.)

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

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

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

#So many times it happens too fast / You trade your passion for glory / Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past / You must fight just to keep them alive

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rick: The Cruiserweight champ is set to go.

# Word up son, word...

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

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

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

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

[Boom.]

# Check it out now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Saunders is now at the ring. He steps inside and climbs up the turnbuckle. He raises both his arms high to another ovation for the crowd.]

Rick: Eddie, do you think Paradox'll continue their streak?

(Burke and Saunders argue about who will begin.)

Eddie: From the looks of it, yeah.

DING DING DING!

(It seems Burke will begin. Anthony Cosgrove will be starting for Paradox. The two lock up. Cosgrove powers Burke into the ropes. He throws Burke, who flies back, ducking a clothesline. Burke bounces back with his own clothesline. Cosgrove returns to his feet. Burke kicks him in the gut. He goes for an axe kick, but Cosgrove catches Burke and slams him to the mat.)

Rick: Very nice counter there.

(Cosgrove tags in Antoine Murrain. He enters the ring, looking confident. He pulls Burke to his feet and whips him in the corner. He charges for a splash and connects. Murrain moves out of the way as Burke falls to the mat. Murrain mounts on his back and wrenches back on the neck.)

Eddie: My neck hurts just watching that.

Rick: I wouldn't want to be in that hold, I tell ya.

(Murrain jumps up and slams his weight onto Burke's back. He pulls The Tiger back up to his feet. Murrain hits an atomic drop, then bounces off the ropes for momentum. He comes at Burke with a boot, but it's ducked. Burke follows with a neckbreaker. He tags in Matt Saunders. Saunders shoots himself into the ring with a splash onto Murrain. He pulls Murrain up and hits a snap suplex. Saunders holds on and hits a second suplex to follow. He hops on the second rope and leaps off with an elbow drop, connecting with his opponents chest.)

Rick: Tough offense from the former HCWF Heavyweight champ.'

(Saunders covers Murrain. 1..................2................. he kicks out.)

Eddie: I don't think I've ever seen someone with with a second rope elbow drop. A top rope elbow drop, yeah. Why don't the just go the extra step?

Rick: This early in the match, every second counts.

Eddie: It's one frickin' step!

(Saunders pulls Murrain to his feet. Antoine with a quick face rake and a tag to his partner. Anthony Cosgrove steps in the ring. He charges with a lariat, but Saunders counters, grabbing the arm and pulling Cosgrove down to the mat.)

Rick: Saunders with an arm bar. Look at him wrenching back on that arm!

(Murrain enters the ring and stomps on Saunders, breaking the hold. Burke comes in and dropkicks Murrain for his troubles. Murrain tumbles out of the ring, Burke following. On the outside, Burke grabs the arm, but his attempt is reversed and Murrain sends Burke into the steel steps. Murrain now returns to his corner of the ring. Saunders whips Cosgrove into the ropes in the ring. Cosgrove comes back and is take down with a back body drop. Showtime kicks him a few times. But Cosgrove grabs a hold of the leg on the last kick and a corkscrew takes him down. Cosgrove tags Murrain back in.)

Rick: Paradox is working well as a team. Saunders and Burke don't have the experience, so this is tough for them.

(Cosgrove hoists Saunders over his shoulder. Murrain grabs Saunders' head and pulls him down with an inverted neckbreaker.)

Eddie: Double teams kick ass.

(Murrain covers.)

1

2

Kickout

(Murrain pulls Saunders back up. He foolishly whips him into his own corner. Burke tags himself in, as Murrain charges for a splash that connects. Burke up on the top rope. He leaps off with a missile dropkick.)

Rick: Beautiful top rope dropkick! This could be it!

ONE.....................TWO....................THR-no!

Rick: Almost.

Eddie: (mockingly) Almost.

Rick: What's wrong, Eddie?

Eddie: You said tht pretty gayishly, Rick.

Rick: You know that's offensive to our gay viewers, right?

Eddie: We don't have gay viewers! This is wrestling! Sweaty ripped men kickin' each others asses!

Rick: . . .

Eddie: Oh. Yeah. I see.

(Burke scoops Murrain up and slams him in the middle of the ring. He springboards off the ropes with an Asai Moonsault. But Murrain raises his knees to counter.)

Rick: He counters the Lionsault! Burke is in trouble.

(Burke is holding his stomach. Murrain with a gut-wrench. He pulls Burke up and powerbombs him down hard!)

Eddie: Nice!

Rick: It's over!

(ONE.................TWO.............. Murrain gets up.)

Rick: Saunders drives his elbow into Burke's chest!

Eddie: He tried to hit Murrain. But he sure got showed!

(Cosgrove enters the ring and clotheslines Saunders out. Murrain covers his opponent.)

Rick: This one is over, folks.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Rick: No! No!

Eddie: Ain't over yet.

(Cosgrove and Murrain are shocked. Cosgrove exits the ring and Murrain pulls his opponent back up. He tags in Cosgrove, while holding onto Burke by the hair. Murrain pulls back on the arm of Burke, exposing the ribs. Cosgrove kicks him hard in that area. Murrain releases Burke and exits the ring. Cosgrove with a waistlock, and he suplex's Burke to the mat. Burke hols his back in pain. He fights through it and returns to his feet only to be sent back down with a backbreaker. Cosgrove pulls him up and whips him in the corner. He charges, but eats a boot. Burke lariat's him to the mat. He tags Saunders.)

Rick: Burke and Saunders had that one little accident earlier, but are working as a team still.

Eddie: Surprising, since in 6 days, these two will battle it out for the IWA Cruiserweight title along with Chris "The Pest" Fury.

(Saunders reaches to pick up Cosgrove, but is taken down with a drop-toe-hold. Cosgrove smacks Saunders in the head.)

Rick: Ooh.

Eddie: Things are gettin' emotional.

(Saunders gets back up and stares at Cosgrove, enraged. From behind the ropes, Murrain pulls Saunders down by the hair.)

Eddie: That's what teammates are for.

(Cosgrove begins laying in the boots. He pulls Saunders up and hits a furious DDT. He tags in Murrain. Cosgrove brings Saunders up again. He sits him on the top rope.)

Rick: Both Murrain and Cosgrove are climbing different corners. I think I know what's up.

Eddie: What? What? Tell me!

(Murrain is on the top rope with Saunders. He sets up for a superplex. Cosgrove is perched on the other corner.)

Rick: They're going for their tag finisher, Paradox Wins!

(But Burke foils the plans, shoving Cosgrove off the top rope. He lands hard. Saunders blocks the superplex and shoves Murrain down to the mat.)

Rick: Saunders and Burke are both on the top rope!

(At the same exact time, Saunders and Burke leap off, each landing a big splash. Saunders on Murrain and Burke on Cosgrove.)

Eddie: They nailed those! This could be it, Eddie!

1!

2!

3!!!

Rick: It is!

(The two men stand tall in the ring, staring at each other. Suddenly, Saunders extends his hand for a shake.)

Rick: Will Burke accept this sign of respect?

Eddie: I think he is!

(The crowd starts booing.)

Eddie: Wait a sec! They shouldn't be booing this! They should be cheering, right?

(Burke and Saunders lock up in a shake. Saunders raises Burke's arm. But the source of the boos becomes clear. It's Chris Fury.)

Rick: Fury's in the ring! He's got the Cruiserweight title! And he's still bloody as hell!

Eddie: The pest!

WHAM!

Rick: Fury just layed out Saunders with that belt shot to the skull!

WHACK!

Rick: And Burke suffers the same fate!

(The crowd boos as Fury holds the Cruiserweight title. He kisses the belt. We hear him say, "see you Sunday" to the title.)

Eddie: See. I told you he's a pest.

Rick: Welcome back! No more breaks!

Eddie: Breaks suck, anyway.

Rick: Fans, up next we have our main event.

Eddie: Fans, up next we have our main event.

Rick: . . .

Eddie: You said I could say it this time! So I did.

Rick: Oh man.

("Enter Sandman" hits.)

Rick: Vincent!

(Indeed. Vincent walks out eating a chicken wing. He finishes it as he heads to the ring, and tosses it in the crowd. It hits some lady in the face.)

Eddie: Ha!

(The lady complains and throws it back. It misses Vincent by at least 6 feet. Vincent laughs.)

Eddie: Hahaha!

(Vincent, marching to a tune that seems befitting for a warrior, heads towards the commentators' table. He sits.)

Rick: You're a freak.

Vincent: Want me to fire you?

Eddie: DO IT!

Rick: You need me. I make all the booking decisions. You just sit in your office eating Fruity Pebbles all day.

Vincent: Hey! That's only partially true. No wait, it's all true.

((Choppy guitar.) (Steve Taylor's odd singing voice) (Green pyro) (The entrance of the World's Original Boog-man.)

Eddie: Pansie.

Rick: You's a pansie.

Eddie: No, you's a pansie.

Vincent: That's some great material.

(He's serious.)

(Boog heads to the ring. He appears calm, but not happy. He enters the ring and waits.)

Rick: Will Boog lay down for Adam?

("Revolution Man" hits.)

INSERT LYRICS

(Adam Knight and "The Jackal" James Knight step out. They begin to march to the ring.

INSERT MORE LYRICS

Rick: Jackal looks pumped. I think he wants to fight.

Vincent: There will be a fight. Quite a fight, indeed.

(The two slide in the ring. Boog looks at each of them. Adam appears worried.)

DING!
DING!
DING!

Rick: Here we go.

Vincent: No, here we go!

Rick: Okay.

(Adam Knight and Boog-man are in the ring. Jackal on the outside. They begin chatting. Not "I say your sister the other day" chatting, more like "I'm pissed off because your brother beat me up" chatting.)

Rick: I don't think they're gonna fight.

Vincent: Damnit! They better!

Rick: Why didn't you use Tanis and Buzz, or Besolve, or someone like that? You knew these two were friends.

Vincent: That's why I wanted them to fight! Adam Knight is an idiot if he doesn't capitolize on this huge advantage!

Eddie: Agreed.

(Adam Knight points to the mat. Boog looks down. He stares at the mat, contemplating.)

Vincent: GET HIM! DAMN IT!

Rick: He's gonna lay down.

(Boog stares at the mat. Adam urges him to lay down. Boog continues to stare. After running his hands through his hair nervously, Adam drops down, telling Boog to pin him.)

Eddie: What kinda man would lose a match like this?

Vincent: Like Jackal said... a coward!

Rick: How about someone who's loyal to his friends?

Vincent and Eddie: SHUT UP!

(Boog approaches Adam's body. He looks at the crowd, and back at Adam. Boog lifts his foot, and places it quietly on Adam's chest. The ref begins the count.)

.................ONE!

Eddie: No!

.................TWO!

Vincent: NO!

.................THRE--

Rick: NO!!! James Knight plows Boog to the mat with a lariat! He broke the count. The Jackal stomping away on the Boog-man... look at those hard shots to the skull.

Vincent: Ha! I knew he'd save the day.

(Adam jumps to his feet and spins James around. Adam, fuming now, yells at his brother. Jackal responds, yelling right back, defending his actions.)

Rick: Adam is about to explode, Eddie.

Eddie: So is James!

(Tired of it all, Adam pulls his arm back and lets it go with the force of a thousand storms.)

Rick: James ducks! Boog just got clocked in the face! Adam just hit Boog with a thunderous right hand!

Eddie: Now that's what I like to see.

Vincent: I told you things would work out.

(Adam is shocked. James stares at Boog, smiling. He turns to his brother Adam. The Revolution turns around, shaking his head. The Jackal points at Boog, instructing Adam to do more damage.)

Rick: James Knight is pushing his luck.

(Adam spins around with another big right hand. Jackal again ducks, and a now standing Boog gets rocked in the head. The force sends him crashing into the turnbuckles.)

Eddie: WOOO!!!

Rick: Things have heated up tonight!

(Boog shakes his head. He charges and clotheslines Adam to the mat.)

Rick: Boog's retaliating!

Vincent: I am the best!

(Boog looks down at Adam, seemingly regretting his actions. From behind, Jackal drops Boog with a brutal lookin German suplex.)

Rick: I don't like this one bit.

(Jackal stomps madly on Boog. Adam gets up. He stares down at Boog, while holding the back of his head. Jackal points down at Boog. Adam, glances at his fallen friend. He shakes his head.)

Rick: He's done. He ain't gonna do any more. It's gone too far already.

(Jackal grabs Boog, and pulls him up to his feet. Boog is teetering. Adam shakes his head again. Jackal, in a rage, nails Boog with a forearm. He shoves Boog into Adam.)

Vincent: Get him, Adam!

(Slowly, Adam shoves Boog's head between his legs.)

Rick: The KnightFall! He wouldn't...

Vincent: Do it!

(One arm at a time, Adam applies the double-underhook. He glances at James, who wears a giant grin on his face. The crowd is holding their breath.)

Vincent: DO IT!!!

(Suddenly, Adam shoves Boog to the mat and clocks James Knight with a punch rivalling Mike Tyson. James tumbles to the mat.)

Vincent: NO!

(Adam gets in his brother's face, and has a few heated words. "Revolution Man" by Union Underground blasts on the speakers again. The crowd is cheering loud. I mean loud.)

Vincent: No, this can't be happening! Damn it!

Rick: I knew it! I knew it! You tried to breakup a friendship! But your pathetic plot was foiled!

Eddie: Shut up, Rick. No one wants to hear you!

Rick: Ha! I don't care! Fans, we're outta time! See you at Night of Terror 3!

Vincent: Stupid Boog! Stupid Adam! AHHH!

(Adam helps Boog-man up to his feet. Boog smiles. The two embrace. Adam raises Boog's hand high in the air to a giant ovation. Copyright laws. IWA logo.)

(Black.)