[We return. We are in the back. At a door. Soon, the door opens. The fans begin to cheer as the new IWA Extreme Champion "The Natural" Mike Bell enters the arena and is stopped by Marc Davis]

Davis: Mike, tonight you face a very formidable opponent in Samuel Otomo. What will be your strategy tonight?

[Mike Bell has the Extreme Title over his shoulder and he is dressed in blue jeans, boots, and a dress shirt]

Bell: Tonight Marc, I plan on showing the wrestling fans here and all across the country what "Technicore" is all about.

Davis: Technicore? You have eluded to that term several times over the past several days and I have got to tell you Mike...I and alot of others are pretty anxious to see what this style is going to look like

[Mike Bell continues to have a serious look on his face]

Bell: Well, all of their curiosities are about to be put to rest Marc. Tonight will be the night that I show just how far "The Natural" Mike Bell has come since winning the Extreme Title from Mike Barcode and for that reason I sure as hell hope that the NeWA World Hardcore Champion is paying attention because if he isn't....

[Bell looks right at the camera]

Bell: Then he will fall just as fast and just as hard as Mike Barcode did

[Mike Bell turns and faces Marc Davis again]

Davis: Mike, what about the Beau Adkins deal? He said that he was going to be here tonight.

[Mike Bell nods and then adjusts the belt on his shoulder]

Bell: I am not going to worry about Beau Adkins right now. If he wants to come down to watch my match then so be it. I am not going to sit and dwell on it all night because I have more important things to think about and that is Samuel Otomo. I understand that Beau Adkins is looking to make a mark for himself here in the IWA but he is just going to have to wait his turn like I did.

Davis: Mike, do you think that the NeWA is ready for "The Natural" to be the World Hardcore Champion?

[Mike Bell smiles and then raises his hand up]

Bell: Wait and ask me that question on the 18th of December Marc. Then I will be more than happy to answer it for you.

[With that Mike Bell walks away from Marc Davis and the camera]

(Cut. Ringside.)

Rick: The Natural is ready.

Eddie: We'll see just how ready.

Rick: All right ladies and gentlemen, we are getting ready for our first match of the evening. Tonight it�s two more HCWF refugees fighting for a shot at the IWA Cruiserweight Championship.

Eddie: Woo! That�s right, whoever wins this will face Chris Fury!

Rick: Chris Fury? He hasn�t even fought Burke yet.

Eddie: Technicalities.

Rick: Anyways, tonight it�s former NWA World Cruiserweight Champion Kid Thunder vs. former HCWF Hardcore and Tag Team Champion Super Shoink.

(�Devil Without a Cause� by Kid Rock resounding throughout the arena interrupts the announcer�s talking. Kid Thunder himself appears on the arena to a big pop from his fans that have been waiting to see him since the HCWF closed down. He quickly makes his way to ringside and awaits Super Shoink.)

Rick: Shoink�s going to have quite the challenge ahead of him, Thunder has nothing but experience on his side.

Eddie: Damn straight Rick.

(�Song 2� by Blur hits the PA as Super Shoink takes his turn down the ramp to a nice pop from the fans, especially a small group of overweight Dragonball fans in the front who are going nuts. Shoink goes over to high five him, but they steal the Goku shirt off his back and gradually wobble away. Shoink sulks into the ring and waits for the bell.)

Eddie: Hahaha. They stole his shirt, hahaha.

Rick: C�mon, that wasn�t funny.

Eddie: It was hilarious, hahaha.

Rick: All right, well the timekeeper just rang the bell, and this match is underway.

(Shoink and Thunder begin circling around the ring, waiting for an opportunity. Before too long thunder breaks the deadlock with punch straight Shoink�s face. He then starts connecting with a series of blows to his face and stomach until Shoink is backed up into the turnbuckle. Thunder takes the opportunity nail a standing dropkick, sending the beaten Shoink to the mat.)

Eddie: Shoink getting a beating, and what a beating, with some blood already coming from his lip and nose.

Rick: Shoink is on the ground, holding onto his stomach. Thunder takes the advantage and grabs his arm, nailing the armbar. Shoink is obvious pain, but quickly grabs the ropes breaking the hold before any real damage is done.

(Shoink wobbles up from that, only to see Thunder already grappling him. He nails a snap suplex and has Shoink on the floor once again. Shoink doesn�t wait around for anything this time though, and hops right back up on his feet and starts to get some hits in of his own in a series of quick blows to Thunder�s face. Shoink goes for the grapple but Thunder manages to toss him away.)

Rick: Shoink got a little offense in there, but Thunder is back on track as Shoink bounces off of the ropes and is met with a Hurricanrana from Thunder. Thunder wastes no time in getting Super Shoink back to his feet.

Eddie: Thunder gets around Shoink�s head, and drops him to the mat with a DDT! Shoink REALLY needs to get some offence going, soon.

Rick: Thunder pressing his advantage again, getting Shoink to his feet. He pumps up the crowd as Super Shoink is trying to keep his balance. He reaches over, and nails a huge Roll-Through Fireman�s Carry Slam! Great technical work from Kid Thunder! The crowd rewards him with a huge pop as Kid Thunder hooks the leg, 1�.2�.kickout, he kicked out!

Eddie: Ah don�t get so excited.

Rick: Why not?

Eddie: A match never ends on the first pin, Thunder could�ve shot Shoink and he�d kick out.

Rick: Whatever Eddie.

(Kid Thunder slaps his hand on the mat in aggravation and picks up Shoink again. He Irish whips Super Shoink into the turnbuckle. Thunder runs up and hops over Shoink and jumps up on the turnbuckle. He sets up SS and leaps off, spinning SS around in a Tornado DDT. Shoink sprawls on the ground, in obvious pain as Kid Thunder covers for the pin.)

���..1!

���..2!

���..3!

Rick: NO! He kicked out again! Shoink wants that title shot more than anything!

Eddie: Eh, second pin.

(Rick slaps Eddie upside the head and the two start flailing their hands at each other. The silliness continues until Super Shoink fly�s through the table, breaking it to pieces.)

Eddie: What the F� Rick: PTC! What happened? Shoink just got tossed through our announcer table!

Eddie: I don�t know, does anyone?

(Suddenly a chubby man dashes over guardrail and runs over to where the table was.)

Eddie: It�s�It�s�

Rick: Former HCWF Announcer Rob Hall!

Hall: That�s right, and for those who missed that incredible action, Kid Thunder put Super Shoink on top of the Turnbuckle, ran back, and the charged with a huge dropkick, sending Super Shoink flying off of the turnbuckle and through your announcer table!

Eddie: Wow, that was violence-o-riffic!

Hall: It sure was, now it�s time for me to go, Rob Hall away!

(With that Hall runs away, his arms outstretched like an airplane, leaving a trail of resumes in his wake.)

Rick: Who was that masked superhero?

Eddie: He�s dreamy.

(The two stare out in the distance for a few seconds then slap each other.)

Rick: Thunder put a lot of energy into that attack, and he�s still trying to get up. Shoink is cut open from the debris, but managing to get up, even after that brutal assault.

Eddie: Announcer table broken in the first match, ain�t that a bitch.

Rick: Luckily, we've got another one stashed under the ring. We'll get the boys to assemble it during the break.

Eddie: Yeah. Lets make Super Shoink and Kid Thunder do it. They're the one that broke the dang thing.

(Shoink manages to pull himself up to his feet, and stands there staring at Thunder, who�s trying to get up. He seems to have injured his leg in the attack. Shoink puts his fists by his waist and looks at Thunder, getting angrier and angrier.)

Eddie: What�s he doing?

Rick: He�s charging up!

Eddie: Charging up?

Rick: Um�um�LOOK! A big distracting thing!

Eddie: Ooh, where!

(With that Rick dives over the railing behind the announcer area.)

Eddie: Not again.

(Shoink, furious, charges into the ring and rushes after Thunder, nailing big clothesline. He picks up the bewildered Kid Thunder and whips him off of the ropes. The pain in his leg however causes him to stumble, and his head crashes between the padding and hits directly on the metal turnbuckle.)

Eddie: I could hear that impact from here, it sounded sickening. Shoink going over to him, lifts him up, and sends Thunder flying to the mat once again with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Shoink hooks him at the leg, and nails the Shoink Side Stretch!

(Thunder begins screaming in pain as the hold starts to dig in. Shoink starts yell as he digs in the hold harder, trying to make Thunder tap. The ref rushes in, waiting to make the call.)

Eddie: Thunder is in incredible pain, but won�t tap. He starts to make it the ropes�he�s almost�there; his fingers are millimeters from salvation! He stretches out in one last effort, but Shoink drags him back to the middle of the ring. Thunder�s face is turning beet red, now as Shoink starts to put the side stretch in even harder. He tugs back on the leg more, and more�He TAPPED OUT! Kid Thunder taps! Shoink has beaten the former NWA World Cruiserweight Champion Kid Thunder!

Eddie: Super Shoink will meet Chris Fury for the CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE!

(Rick hops back over.)

Rick: Adam Burke!

Eddie: Chris Fury!

Rick: Damn it! It says Cruiserwight title shot! And Burke is the Cruiserweight champion! You idiot.

(Cut.)

(The Boog-man is in the same kind of locker room that he usually finds in these stadiums, whether or not he has a gold belt. The glitz and glamour of a dressing room that the fed pays for for the champs never appealed to him. He paces around the locker room, looking a little disturbed,)

Boog: For once, I'm a little worried. Tanis has said and done nothing since the PPV. I'm not real sure what I should be thinking, as this is completely out of character for him.

I know Tanis...better than most people. He loves to talk, to place himself in the spotlight.

What are you up to, Tanis? What are you trying to accomplish?

And you, Mike Vincent....what is your plan?

Is there something that you can think that you can do now that I hold your belt?

I am the World's Original Boog-man, Mike.

Remember that.

(fade to black)

(We are in Vincent's locker room. Vincent is wearing a suit, now. No more pajamas. Vince has his head burried in papers. He's working hard. Or sleeping. Suddenly, the door flies open. In steps a young man we haven't seen before, also wearing a suit. He carries a briefcase. Vincent pops up. A paper is stuck to his forehead. Nailz pulls the paper off and Vince looks at the man, befuddled.)

Vincent: Who the hell are you?

(The man raises an eyebrow.)

Man: My name is Aaron Levin. You hired me. I'm the new commissionner, remember?

Vincent: Oh. Yeah, of course I remember. Good work.

Levin: I haven't done anything yet.

Vincent: Oh. Well, there seems to be a camera beside me for some unknown reason. Why don't you tell the IWA fans a little bit about yourself.

(Vincent lays his head down, trying to get back to sleep. Levin stares into the camera.)

Levin: Well, first off. My name is Aaron Levin, I'm a jewish man, born and raised in the USA. I'm 28 years old. After completing my studies of journalism and communications at Stamford University, I had some trouble locating work. Then one day, I was approached by a man by the name of Russ Crowell, the promoter of an indy wrestling league called the FSFW. Crowell hired me as an assistant booker. Being an avid wrestling fan, I was loving my job. But, after only a year of being employed, FSFW closed down. From a friend of mine, I heard that the IWA was in search of a new commissionner. I applied, and that man over there...

(He points to Vincent. Vincent, somehow falls off his chair. He doesn't wake up, though.)

Levin: ...that man over there hired me on the spot.

(Aaron Levin puts down his briefcase, opens it and pulls out a piece of paper.)

Levin: Now, I've done a lot of research about the IWA. I'm watched basically every show that's run since its beginning. I've learned of the prestige that goes along with the IWA Tag Team title. Champions like The Overlords, The Rebels, The Crazy Ones...they've all brang greatness to the title. I am dumbfounded by the fact that Mr. Vincent has yet to crown a champion.

(Vincent rolls around on the floor, still sleeping. Nailz walks up to him and lays a blanket over him.)

Levin: Now, as my first order of business, I am declaring that the IWA will have tag team champions very soon. Two weeks from today, on Christmas Eve, we will have a lottery. Eight lucky men will be chosen out of our entire roster. Those eight men, determined by the order their name was pulled out, will form four teams. That very same night, the first two teams will face, and the last two teams will face. I am under the impression that there will be no Monday Night Rush on New Years Eve, to give our wrestlers a full week off for the holidays. So, the winners of those two matches will face each other two weeks later, on January 7th. The winners of that match, will be crowned, IWA Tag Team Champions. Thank you for your time.

(Aaron Levin grabs his briefcase and walks out of the room, careful not to step on Vincent.)

(Back to ringside.)

Rick: That's great news. New Tag Team Champions on the horizon!

Eddie: That's retarded! That means that... say, Mike Barcode could be teamed up with Buzz Tyler, or something!

Rick: That's the beauty of it! Who know's who the eight lucky men will be. But, speaking of Buzz Tyler. IWA International title, right now!

[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: Hurley had the night of last Sunday, at NOT3. He's the fresh man here. That's good news for him.

Eddie: And me.

("Are You Gonna Go My Way" hits. Boos. Eddie boos, mostly. Out steps a wide-mouthed Buzz Tyler. He's happy. He's International champion. Buzz steps on the ramp and raises the title.)

(BOOM BOOM BOOM!)

Eddie: What the hell? Buzz Tyler doesn't deserve pyro!

Rick: He's the International champion, Eddie. He does.

(Buzz Tyler heads down the aisle. He wipes his title proudly as he descends the ramp. Nothing can touch the Triple Crowd winner. Buzz Tyler slides in the ring, raises the title to loud boos, and hops down. He hands the belt away.)

Eddie: I hope he loses.

Rick: We know, Eddie. We know.

DING DING DING!

Eddie: Who the hell's making that noise?

Rick: It's the ring bell, Eddie. The match is starting.

Eddie: Ah. I see.

(Evan and Buzz lock up. Evan with a hammerlock. Buzz reverses it. He lifts Hurley up to his feet and drops him on his drop. Buzz stomps on Evan, until he climbs back to his feet. Evan blocks a right and nails Buzz in the head. But Buzz gains the advantage with an eye poke. He lifts Evan in the air and dropes him throat first across the ropes. Evan bounces to his feet, but is holding his neck. Buzz with a waistlock. He launches Hurley backwards with a German suplex.)

Eddie: Look at that Buzz Tyler. He thinks he's so great. You know what? I think he's one of those people who sit next to the toilet in other peoples bathrooms, licking the floor, that's what I think.

Rick: Hehe. That's funny, Eddie.

(Buzz glances at Eddie, and flashes him a look.)

Eddie: Don't look at me! Why's he looking at me? Don't look at me, Buzz!

(Just then, Hurley rolls him up.)

ONE!

TWO!

THR - kickout!

Rick: Oh! So close!

Eddie: That woulda been sweet.

(Both men jump to their feet, Hurley first. He stomps on Buzz's head, keeping him on his knees. Hurley locks on a front head lock. He pulls Buzz to his feet with it. Hurley drops Buzz headfirst to the mat. Hurley lays his leg across Tyler's right arm with a legdrop. He grabs the arm and rams it against the mat, elbow first. Evan repeats the process a few times, before finally pulling him to his feet. Hurley whips Buzz into the corner. He charges, nailing a splash. Hurley lets him fall to the mat. He quickly propels himself in the air off the second rope and nails Buzz with a moonsault. He covers.)

(1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . Tyler gets the left shoulder up.)

Rick: Hurley almost captures the IWA International title with that beautiful moonsault.

(Hurley brings Buzz back up to his feet. He hits an atomic drop, then grabs Tyler's hair and throws him to the outside in front of Rick and Eddie.)

Eddie: Hurley is kickin' some Buzzly ass, tonight!

Rick: Buzzly ass, eh?

Eddie: Thems be the biz.

(Buzz climbs to his feet. Hurley comes off the ropes to the outside with a baseball slide dropkick, but Buzz moves out of the way. He meets Hurley with a crisp right to the head. He kicks Hurley in the stomach and DDT's him down.)

Rick: Spoke too soon, Rick.

Eddie: You're Rick.

Rick: That's right.

(Buzz comes up to Eddie. He grabs Eddie and throws him off his chair. Buzz grabs the chair, and folds it up.)

Rick: Well that wasn't really all that nice. I commend him for it, however. But it's not nice.

(Buzz turns around and CLOCKS Hurley with the chair. Hurley drops.)

Rick: What a shot. That's all legal on the outside, fans.

Eddie: What the hell was that? I hate him! I will affend my father's death!

Rick: Your father's in Florida!

Eddie: I don't care! He just stole my frickin' chair! Rick, gimme that!

(Eddie throws Rick off his chair and folds it up.)

Rick: Hey!

(Eddie walks up behind Buzz, who stomps on Hurley.)

Eddie: HEY!

(Buzz turns around. Eddie swings.)

Rick: Buzz ducks!

(Buzz kicks him in the stomach and with his chair, nails his back.)

Rick: Eddie's down!

(Buzz laughs. Crowd boos.)

Rick: Well, he stole my chair. Serves him right.

(Buzz pulls Evan to his feet. He rolls him in the ring and follows after. Buzz hops to the second rope. He leaps off with a yelp and connects with a guillotine legdrop. Buzz hooks the legs.)

1!
2!
NO!

(Evan gets his leg on the ropes. Buzz pounds the mat, frustrated. Just then, paramedics run down to the ring, to aid Eddie.)

Rick: He'll be fine, guys. Just let him lay down for a bit.

(The paramedics shrug, and head backstage.)

Rick: Now, it's my time to shine!

(Buzz grabs Evan by the hair and knees him in the gut. Buzz locks on a gutwrench. He hoists Evan over his head. Buzz leaps in the air and drops Evan with a giant powerbomb!)

Rick: What execution! Hurley might be out after that!

(Buzz holds on for the cover, and places his feet on the second rope for leverage.)

(ONE.....)

Rick: What's this?

(TWO.....)

Rick: Buzz is cheating!

(The ref sees Buzz's feet on the ropes and kicks them off.)

Rick: Phew. Buzz almost stole that one, folks. And I don't think I've seen IWA officiating at a higher peak of excellence that right now.

(Buzz gets up. He argues with the ref, who gets in Buzz's face. Buzz shoves him by his face. The ref rolls to the mat.)

Rick: Now now, Buzz.

(Buzz laughs. The ref storms to his feet, angry. He yells at Buzz. Buzz laughs again. He pulls his arm back, threatening the ref.)

Rick: This ref, whatever his name is, has got some fortitude, thet me tell ya.

(The ref continues yelling. Then, he kicks Buzz in the shins. Buzz hops around holding his shin. Laughter is heard in the arena.)

Rick: Ha! You get him, reffy!

(Buzz hops around, directly into a spinebuster from a returning Evan Hurley. Hurley yells at him a bit, getting a rise out of the crowd. Hurley hops onto the ropes, climbing to the top. He leaps off, extending his arms gracefully, and rolling forward.)

Rick: Senton bomb! Hurley nails it! He might have the victory here! (Hurley hooks the legs. The crowd counts along.)

Crowd: ONE! . . . . . TWO! . . . . . THREE!

Rick: NO! Buzz kicks out. Whew.

(The crowd thought it was three. Hurley was hoping. He brings Buzz up. Evan whips him in the corner. Another splash, connects. Hurley climbs to the second rope. He begins laying in right hands, as the crowd counts along with this. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!)

Rick: Hurley's layin' it to Buzz!

(SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! A pause . . . TEN! Buzz falls to his knees. But Evan pulls him up by the hair. He sits him up on the top rope and mounts up.)

Rick: Hurley's goin' for something big here.

(He gets to the second rope. Hurley throws Buzz's arm over his head. Evan jumps back with a superplex.)

Rick: Hurley plants in a superplex! Beautiful! Oh uh. Looks like Evan got hurt, too.

(Both men are down. Hurley rolls around a bit, holding his right shoulder. The ref begins the manditory ten count.)

Rick: I don't know if they're gonna get up.

(1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 ... Evan gets up.)

Rick: I knew they were getting up.

(Evan adjusts his arm. He pulls Buzz back to his feet. Hurley goes for a Northern lights suplex, but Buzz blocks. He counters, driving Evan's head into the mat. Buzz climbs to his feet. He shakes his head around, regaining his composure. Buzz looks upset. He pulls Hurley up to his feet. Buzz kicks him in the stomach. He stuff's Evan's head between his legs. Buzz lifts him up in a tombstone-like position.)

Rick: Buzz's going for the Buzz Kill!

(Evan scrambles in the air, shifting his weight around. Buzz drops him on his back.)

Rick: It's not what he wanted, but it still hurt.

(Tyler kicks him in the stomach. Evan is knocked backwards. Tyler waits for him to get up and flapjacks him down. Buzz exits the ring. He pauses his journey to kick Eddie in the back.)

Rick: Maybe I should do something. I won't, though. Eddie doesn't deserve help, I say.

(Buzz grabs his IWA International title and rolls back in the ring. He waits for Evan to get to his feet. He slowly starts to. Buzz prepares to hit him with the belt.)

Rick: He's gonna get DQed if he does this! But he won't care. Buzz'll still keep his belt!

(Evan is up. Buzz swings. NO! The ref rips the title belt from his hands. Buzz turns around angrily. He's gonna swing a right at the ref, but Hurley drops him with a neckbreaker.)

Rick: Close, eh Eddie?

(Eddie's still laying on the ground.)

Rick: Oh yeah.

(Hurley regains his composure, as Buzz climbs to his feet. Hurley kicks him in the stomach and sets up a pumplehand. Hurley lifts him up and slams him down. Buzz crashes to the mat and Evan goes for the cover.)

1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . .3-NO!!!

Rick: WE'VE GOT A NEW - NO! NO! Buzz somehow kicked out!

(Evan getting a little pissed makes a quick motion to the back. Emerging from the entranceway we see someone we have never seen in the IWA before. Clad in baggy khaki cargoes, with a simple wife beater for a shirt. He looks hard not only because of his build but the weariness in his eyes. He has scars criss- crossing his face. The large man is in a dead sprint towards the ring.)

Rick: Look at this! The IWA just signed this guy . . . his name is Serg Dakeon. What is he doing out here?

(Serg stops at ringside, seemingly waiting on something. Before the announcers can even comment Tyler Cross jumps over the guardrail distracting the ref. This gives Serg enough time to grab a chair and do to Buzz exactly what he did to Evan the last week on Rush.)

Rick: Lord! Serg Dakeon just hit Buzz square in the face with a steel chair! And what a shot!

(Serg hops down and walks over to Tyler Cross. Both men look back to the ring where the bloody Buzz Tyler is awkwardly walking around the ring. Evan makes one quick movement and is atop the turnbuckle and goes for the finisher.)

Rick: It�s . . . It�s . . . THE VIOLENT ACT!!!

(Evan leaps off the turnbuckle and executes the huge Bull Dog driving Buzz Tyler�s face into the mat.)

Rick: O my god they killed Buzz!

(Evan hooks the legs.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

Rick: HE WON! EVAN HURLEY BEATS BUZZ TYLER!

Rick: I can't believe it! Tyler Cross and this rookie, Serg Dakeon cost Buzz Tyler the International Title!

(Cross and Dakeon roll in the ring, after Dakeone grabs the title. He hands it to Hurley, who raises the belt high in the air. He calls for a mic, and is handed one.)

Evan: Ladies and gentlemen I would like to introduce first a new drug for your veins �Chaos Streak� Serg Dakeon; this man is going to have the biggest rookie season since . . . well . . . me. Mr. Cross.

(Evan hands the mic to Tyler Cross.)

Cross: I�ll make this short and to the point . . .

(Cross stops and looks around the arena, the fans go cheer the NWA North American Champion. A �CROSS RULES� chant develops.)

Cross: I�m home.

(The crowd explodes, the fans are going completely insane.)

Rick: TYLER CROSS IS IN THE IWA!! Tanis, Boog, Bell, Knight, Saunders . . . and now Cross!?! The IWA IS the friggin NWA!!!

(All three men raise them arms in the air. Eddie is still down.)

Rick: Eddie ... are you OK?

Rick: Welcome back, folks. Eddie, how you feeling?

Eddie: My head hurts, Rick.

Rick: Yeah, I imagine so. You missed quite a bit just now.

Eddie: What'd I miss? Who won?

Rick: Thanks to that new guy Serg Dakeon, and the NWA North American champ, Tyler Cross . . .

Eddie: Yeah??

Rick: Evan Hurley is your new IWA International champ!

Eddie: What? Seriously? I missed Buzz Tyler lose the International title!?!? DAMN IT!

Rick: Heh. Yep. It's all on tape, Eddie. You can watch it after the show's over.

Eddie: It's . . . it's just not the same, Rick.

Rick: Heh.

(Backstage. We follow Mike Barcode as he enters Vincent's office. Vincent is awake now. He's playing Goldeneye for the Nintendo 64.)

Barcode: Excuse me, Vince?

Vincent: Damn you, Natalia! Stay alive! For godsake, stay alive!

(Vincent turns to Barcode.)

Vincent: Barcode.

Barcode: Yeah. It's me. Say, where's the new Vice President you promised?

Vincent: He's not here this week.

Barcode: But you said...

Vincent: I said he's not here this week!

Barcode: Well who is it?

Vincent: I can't tell you. It would ruin the surprise.

Barcode: But if you told me now, I'd be surprised.

Vincent: I'm not telling! Aaron Levin is the new Commissionner... that's all you get! Now why are you here?

Barcode: Listen, Vince. I lost my Extreme title. That hurts, you know. I can't be without gold for awhile. I want a title match. Anything. International, Heavyweight, Cruiserweight...

Vincent: You aren't even a Cruiserweight!

Barcode: C'mon, no one would notice.

Vincent: Barcode, this is the frickin' IWA! Do you know how thick the roster is? What makes you deserve a title shot?

Barcode: Well, I'm Mike Barcode.

Vincent: I know who you are! No title shot! You get nothing! GET OUT!

(Barcode is pissed. He whispers "bastard" under his breath as he walks off. Back to ringside.)

Eddie: No title shot for you. Ha!

Rick: We're just about ready for our next match, folks. Mike Bell puts his newly won Extreme title on the line against Samuel Otomo.

Eddie: Rick, this guy behind me keeps poking me.

Rick: That's Beau Adkins. "The Outlaw" as he likes to be called. He is the newest member of the IWA roster.

(Rick pulls out a mic and stands up. Beau Adkins, complete with cowboy hat, stands as well.)

Rick: The Outlaw, Beau Adkins. Tell us why you're out here.

Adkins: Well, Rick. This is my new home. Canada. The IWA! And I'm here, in my seat that President Vincent gave to me, just checkin' out the competition. Specifically, I wanted to get a good look at what a former legend looks like.

Rick: You're referring to Mike Bell?

Adkins: That I am, Rick. Been a long time since I saw this man wrestle, and I'm here to check a look first hand. And, of course, to give the fans a look at the newest IWA/NWA superstar.

Rick: "The Outlaw" Beau Adkins. Thanks.

(Beau Adkins nods. He sits back down, and so does Rick.)

Eddie: Hey Rick. Look at over there.

(The camera shows what Eddie's looking at. In the front row, adjacent to Adkins, sits former NWA Cruiserweight champion, Ozmodious.)

Rick: That's Ozmodious! What's he doing here?

Eddie: He's not in the IWA! Is he??

Rick: I don't know. Do I look like Vincent?

Eddie: If you dip your eyebrows and squint a little...

Rick: Bah!

Eddie: Ozmodious is staring at me, Rick.

Rick: No, he's staring at Beau Adkins!

(He is. Ozmodious stares at The Outlaw intently. Beau notices him. Ozmodious smiles and waves. Beau seems a bit annoyed by this, and looks away.)

Rick: Who knows what's going on.

[The lights dim down all of the way. You can hear what appears to be a light humming sound coming from the loud speakers. As the humming gets louder smoke begins to fill the entrance way and laser lights begin to flicker all over the arena. You now recognize the humming as the beginning to "Sirius" by the Alan Parsons Project and when the humming stops and the music begins a loud set of explosions go off on the entrance ramp as pyro and rockets are sent straight up and the words "The Natural" are shown on the big screen as "The Natural" himself Mike Bell emerges onto the entrance ramp. Huge crowd pop.)

Rick: Fans here in Brandon, Manitoba, love this guy.

(Mike Bell is wearing long wrestling pants with "The Natural" running down the legs and he is wearing no shirt but he does have the IWA Extreme Title hanging over his shoulder and his long brown hair is pulled back into a pony tail. As he approaches the ring you can see laser lights form above the ring and the words "The Natural" appears in the middle of the ring. Mike Bell then steps into the ring as the words begin to rotate in a counter clockwise rotation and that is when Mike Bell climbs the turnbuckle to show the IWA Extreme Title to the fans.)

Rick: Mike Bell is staring down at Beau Adkins now. I guess he's a little curious about this guy.

(Adkins begins to speak loudly, so that Bell can hear him. The mic pick him up.)

Adkins: Hey Bell! Good luck with your big important title defense!

(Adkins chuckles.)

Eddie: Hey! That title is THE title!

(Bell smiles. He rolls out of the ring and approaches the announcers' table. Adkins sits right behind them. Bell points to his Extreme title, over his shoulder.)

Bell: It's one more title than you have.

(Adkins stands up, and removes his cowboy hat.)

Adkins: One chance, Bell. One chance is all I need. I am the Future of the NeWA. You are the past.

(Adkins tosses his hat towards Bell. The Natural swats it away. Then, Ozmodious leaps over the railing. He approaches the table aswell.)

Eddie: Whoa boy.

(Ozzy picks up the hat, and hurls it towards Adkins. "The Outlaw" Beau Adkins ducks. The hat nails an old man in the side of the head. Adkins leaps over the railing and strikes Ozmodious in the skull. Ozzy nails him back. To two wail on each other.)

Rick: Business is on the way here! These two men, who weren't even suppose to be here, are going at it!

(Mike Bell looks on, surprised by the turn of events. He nobly steps aside, and lets them go at it. Soon, about a dozen security members rush down to ringside. They try their best to get in between the two fighters. Beau and Ozzy shove a few away, but the numbers are too many. They restrain both men.)

Rick: Well, that was fun, eh Eddie?

Eddie: Throw 'em out of the arena!

Rick: We'll be right back with the match.

Rick: Welcome back, fans. Ozmodious and "The Outlaw" Beau Adkins have been restrained and taken away. Now, we get return to our match.

(Mike Bell is in the ring. He has been for awhile, as we already know.)

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

Eddie: Ooh. Smoke.

Rick: Yeah, it's smoke! Stop saying that everytime Otomo comes out!

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

Rick: Those are pretty lights, however.

#Come together
#Come together

(Two figures come together.)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!)

(BOOM!) #Come together, and try to make a better world

(Monty Clark steps out. No Canadian flag tonight. However, he wears a Winnipeg Jets hockey jersey, to which the crowd pops huge for.)

Rick: Winnipeg is just down the road from here. These Brandon fans love the Jets.

Eddie: Too bad they folded. Ha!

Rick: Next week, we'll be in Winnipeg, for Monday Night Rush. Just in case you were wondering. But you weren't. I appologize.

(Samuel Otomo follows behind Clark. He stalks towards the ring as the crowd cheers for this black-eyed freak. They reach ringside. Clark heads to the commentators' spot and sits down, as Otomo slides in the ring.)

Monty: Hello, Eddie... hello Isaac. Always a pleasure.

Rick: Not for me.

DING DING DING!

Eddie: WOO! And we're off!

Monty: Time for ma boy to get some gold, like he should have.

Rick: IWA Extreme rules, means that any interference and it's a DQ, just like a regular match.

Monty: Ah, only if you're caught!

Eddie: Heh.

Monty: But I don't cheat.

Rick: I see.

(Otomo stares down Bell. Bell stares right back. He pauses to glance at the crowd. A huge pop is the result. Otomo answers with nothing. He stands, motionless.)

Rick: He sure is a calm one, eh Monty?

Monty: Only until he needs to be otherwise. You just wait.

(Bell and Otomo tie up. Bell with a knee to stomach. Otomo is suplexed to the mat. Bell follows with an cross-arm bar. Otomo handsprings to his feet. He spins around and kicks Bell in the back, forcing the release. Otomo tries to throw Bell to the mat, but it's blocked. Bell with a go-behind, and a belly-to-belly suplex. He holds on, turning it into a full-nelson headlock. Bell pulls Otomo up in the air and slams him to the mat.)

Rick: Your boy's gettin' outwrestled tonight, by Mike Bell!

Eddie: Shut up, Rick. You're not paid to talk.

Rick: Heh.

(Otomo rolls out of the ring to prevent further attack. He reaches under the ring and grabs a trash can. Inside the trash can are some fun toys. Samuel pulls out a pair of Singapore canes.)

Monty: Sam knows how to utilize things to his advantage. That's because he's better than everyone else.

(Otomo, with one quick spring, leaps onto the apron. He swings the canes around in an impressive show, backing off Bell. Otomo enters the ring. He swings at The Natural, but Bell is careful to avoid a hit. Sam with another swing, but it's avoided. Bell tries to escape out of the ring, but Otomo, with a lightning quick attack, nails Bell in the back with the cane. Bell slides out to the floor, holding his back. Otomo slides out after him. But Bell throws the trash can in his face. Bell pulls both canes from Otomo and swings them furiously, nailing Otomo with six rapid shots. He drops the canes and locks Otomo in a belly-to-belly.)

Rick: Otomo set for the ride...

Eddie: OH! Suplex on the trash can! That hurts!

(A "NA-TU-RAL! NA-TU-RAL!" chant starts in the crowd.)

Monty: What're they saying?

Eddie: Uh... they're saying, O-TO-MO! O-TO-MO!

Rick: Eddie, you white-haired fool!

(Bell reaches under the ring and pulls a ladder. He places the folded ladder across the apron to the guardrail. Bell pulls Otomo up. He rocks Otomo with a European uppercut, and nails a forward-Russian legsweep, sending Otomo face first off the ladder. Bell drapes Otomo over the bridged ladder and slides in the ring.)

Eddie: Do something, Monty!

Monty: You doubt Samuel Otomo. Not good.

(Bell climbs to the top rope. He pauses briefly, to glance at the roaring crowd. Bell measures up Otomo and leaps off with a splash. But Otomo rolls off the later, and Bell lands hard, stomach first against the ladder. The ladder holds it's bridged position.)

Monty: That's the way to do things.

Rick: Costly error from Mike Bell. But, this is harcore wrestling! You gotta go for it all.

Eddie: Mike Bell is a technical wrestler. He doesn't belong here!

Rick: He's adapting quite well, I'd say. He's forming what he calls, "Technicore."

Eddie: Technishit!

(Otomo pulls Bell off the ladder. He locks on a T-bone and suplex's him onto against the ladder, knocking it to the floor. Otomo drags Bell and throws him in the ring. Otomo hops on the apron. He springs himself over the rope and drops his leg against The Natural's chest. Otomo goes for the pin.)

ONE..........................TWO.................... Bell gets the shoulder up.

Eddie: Why didn't he do that black pin, thing? That thing's cool.

Rick: And what about throws judo-type throws?

Monty: All in due time, Melvin.

Rick: I hate you both.

Eddie: I didn't do nothin'!

(Otomo pulls Bell up. He twists Bell's arm around and throws him to the mat. Otomo drops down and locks on a fierce looking crossbody armlock.)

Monty: This is it! Otomo's beaten men twice the strength and toughness of Bell with this hold! NEW EXTREME CHAMP!

Eddie: WOOOO!!!

Rick: Don't count out Bell, yet! He's trying to make it to the ropes!

(Bell struggles along, screaming in pain. Samuel applies more pressure to halt Bell's progress, but it does no good. Bell grabs a hold of the bottom rope.)

Monty: Well that sucks.

(Otomo rolls out of the ring. He stares into the camera. His black eyes frighten you. They really do.)

Eddie: I'm scared.

Monty: Ah, don't be. He's a friendly guy. He finds stray dogs in the streets and gives them to children.

Rick: Without bringing them to a vet?

Monty: How the hell would a war hero help any?

Rick: Somehow, we're gonna get sued.

(Otomo reaches under the ring once again. He pulls out a chair. The crowd is disappointed. But, Sam's not done. He pulls out something else. A wad of barbwire. Otomo wraps the barbwire around the chair.)

Eddie: Ooh! Someone's gonna get f'ed up good!

(In the ring, Otomo stands perched, as Bell rises to his feet. He is dazed. Bell turns around to Otomo . . . )

WHACK!

Rick: Oh my god! Bell ducked!

Eddie: That ref got pumbled with that!

(The ref lies on the mat. He doesn't move. Slowly, trickles of blood emerge from his skull.)

Monty: Now's my cue.

(Monty takes off his headset. He slides in the ring, where Bell has a waistlock on Bell. Monty nails Bell in the head, releasing Samuel. Bell turns around to Monty.)

Rick: This should be good.

(But from behind, Otomo grabs Bell and drops him with a rough looking hammerlock-belly-to-back suplex. Otomo returns to his feet and points out of the ring, referring to Monty.)

Rick: Samuel Otomo wants Monty to leave the ring! He doesn't want help.

Eddie: Is he mad?

(Monty nods his head in agreement. But just then, Bell returns to his feet. He charges Otomo with a clothesline, but he ducks. Bell drops Monty Clark with the shot.)

Eddie: No!

(Otomo spins Bell around. Bell blocks his shot and DDT's Otomo to the mat. Bell grabs the barbed chair and whacks Otomo in the back with it.)

Rick: What a shot! And there's another! Ouch.

(Bell lays the chair on Otomo's face and climbs.)

Eddie: Is he insane? He's gonna hurt himself!

Rick: And just think what this'll do to Otomo!

(Bell measures up. With arms extended, Mike Bell leaps off with a huge splash! He lands hand on Otomo. The barbwire digs into his body, cutting him slightly.)

Eddie: Bell's hurt. Otomo's dead. That's a rap.

(Bell throws the chair off Otomo's face. Sam is bleeding profusely in several locations. Bell covers him. The crowd screams out.)

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE!

(No ref.)

Rick: Mike Bell had the match won!

Eddie: Look who's here!

(Byron Tanis. The crowd is booing loudly. Tanis slides in the ring, steel chair in his hand. Bell gets to his feet, and doesn't see Tanis.)

Rick: Tanis wants revenge!

(Bell turns around. SMACK! Bell's skull is crushed. He drops to his knees. Another shot ... WHACK! Bell falls on top of Otomo. The crowd's booing.)

Rick: Bell is out. He's finished!

(Tanis is about to leave the ring, when he sees Monty getting to his feet.)

Eddie: Tanis . . . you don't need to go too far, here.

(Tanis grabs Monty by the hair. He sets him up in a full-nelson, preparing for the Moment of Clarity.)

Eddie: Don't do it!

(He does. Monty's head smacks against the chair hard. Tanis laughs. He leaves.)

Eddie: That was cruel.

(The ref returns to us. He wipes blood off his face and notices Bell on top of Otomo.)

Rick: Mike Bell fell on Otomo! He could have it here!

Eddie: This is cheap!

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

Eddie: That was pathetic! Bell shouldn't have won this match!

Rick: What're you talking about? He had the match won earlier.

Eddie: But the ref was out. The ref...was out!

Rick: Fans, we're gonna take a break.

(A final shot. Monty's out. Otomo's out. Bell on top of him. And the ref, well, he passes out from the site of his own blood. It's chaos, I tells ya.)

Eddie: Turkey gobble gobble.

Rick: Huh?

Eddie: To the ring.

("Heretic Song" by Slipknot is heard.)

Eddie: AHHHHHH!!!!

(Eddie headbangs to the song.)

Rick: Cute.

Eddie: Wuss!

(Chris Fury steps out. He looks bitter. He stands on the ramp, staring at the crowd. Fury cracks his neck, and starts towards the ring. He walks by, as the crowd boos the grumpy challenger.)

Rick: I thought Fury was about to win a several occassions at NOT3. Great, great match. This guy is a talent.

Eddie: I thought he'd win altogether. Tonight, he has to. As Vincent said, this is his last chance.

(Fury slides in the ring.)

"DING DING," goes the bell.

(The two men lock up. Fury and Burke spin around, locked in a collar-elbow. After several complete laps around the ring, they break their hold.)

Rick: That went nowhere.

Eddie: Ooh, they're trying it again.

(They do. This time, Fury gives a cheap eye rake. Fury with a knee to the gut. He bounces off the ropes and nails Burke in the back with an axe-chop. Fury grabs Burke in a gut-wrench, and throws him across the ring. Burke returns to his feet and gets a kick to the stomach. Fury tosses him in the ropes. Burke gets a burst of energy and flies back, bringing Fury down with a cross-body into a pin. 1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . kick out. Both men return up. Burke goes for a right hand, but it's ducked. Fury goes for a kick but it's caught. Chris leaps in the air and nails Burke with the other foot, taking him to the mat.)

Rick: Nice enzigurri.

Eddie: This is Fury's last chance at the title he says is his in the first place. And he's right, you know.

Rick: In some people's view, I guess so.

(Fury mounts Burke and wails in a bundle of right hands. Fury gets off him, and the crowd boos. Fury smiles. He pulls Burke up and tosses him in the corner. Chris charges and dropkicks the cornered Cruiserweight champion. Burke stumbles out a few feet and falls to his hands and knees. The challenger now takes a running start. He propels himself off Burke's back and lands on the top rope. Immediately, Fury leaps backwards.)

Eddie: Moonsault! He nails it!

Rick: What an amazing display! I've never seen that before. Ever.

Eddie: That's why he's the Cruiserweight champ!

Rick: But he's not.

Eddie: He will be.

(Fury gets up. The crowd boos. But some can't help appreciate that move. Burke slowly gets to his feet. Fury meets him up with a boot to the head. It sends Burke over the top to the outside. Fury follows out. He stomps on the champ for awhile, then chooses to grab the Cruiserweight title. Fury holds it close.)

Eddie: Wow. He really misses it.

(Fury waits. Burke climbs to his feet. Fury swings the title, but The Tiger ducks. Burke kicks Fury in the stomach. He goes for a DDT, but the challenger shoves Burke away. Burke comes right back and is clocked with the Cruiserweight belt.)

Rick: The ref is allowing this. Here in the IWA, it's dangerous on the outside!

Eddie: The way it should be. Fury's gonna take this!

(Fury rolls Burke in the ring. He follws and hooks the legs!)

ONE!

TWO!

kickout!

(Fury gets up. He kicks the ropes, angry. He pulls The Tiger back up, but Burke, out of nowhere, lays Fury out with a Death Valley Driver.)

Rick: Desperation move!

(Both men are down. But Burke is first to his feet. Fury is just starting to get up. Fury is kicked in the head. Burke pulls him up. He tosses Fury in the ropes. Fury comes back and is dropped with a back-body drop. Fury gets back up and is booted in the gut. Burke lays him out hard, with a DDT. The impact sends Fury over on his back. Burke now springs for the ropes. He leaps onto the second rope and leaps backwards through the air, landing hard on Fury.)

Rick: Asai moonsault! Or lionsault! He's got him!

1!
2!
3-no

Eddie: Phew.

(Burke pulls Fury back up. But the challenger gets in a low-blow. He hoists Burke up and with a spinebuster, slams him to the mat. Fury returns to the top rope. He takes a deep breath and leaps off. Fury spins around rapidly with a 450, and nails Burke!)

Rick: The 450 splash! It's over!

(ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . . . . THR- no!!)

Eddie: Jeeze!

(Fury drags Burke back up by the hair. He spins his finger around in the air, signaling the end. Fury stuffs Burke's head under his arm. With the other arm, he hooks the leg. Fury hoists Burke in the air. One second, two seconds, three seconds... down!)

Rick: THE UNWILLING DENIAL!!

Eddie: WOOO!

1!

2!

3!

NO!

Rick: I can't believe it! He kicked out! The Tiger kicked out!

Eddie: Why won't he lose??

Rick: He's the champ!

(Fury rolls on his back. He's exausted and frustrated. He gets up and grabs Burke by the hair . . . no! Burke rolls him up!)

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

Rick: Wow. That was darn close.

Eddie: Gosh golly gee, that was darn close. You wuss.

(Fury returns to his feet. He begins stomping on Burke. Burke grabs Fury's ankle and pulls him to the mat in an ankle lock. Fury scrambles to the ropes quickly, and escapes.)

Rick: Fury has dominated most of this match.

Eddie: Most? Try all!

Rick: Most is more accurate.

Eddie: You wuss.

Rick: Stop callin' me a wuss!

(Fury returns to his feet. Burke with a stiff knee to the gut. He nails Chris with an atomic drop. Burke tosses Fury into the ropes. Fury comes back, and Burke charges with his superkick, the Tiger's claw!)

Rick: Fury ducks! Down goes the ref!

(Fury bounces off the next set of ropes. He comes right back and Burke attacks with another Tiger's Claw. This time, he connects with Fury's jaw. He goes down! Burke covers!)

Eddie: ONE! TWO! THREE!

Rick: No ref!

Eddie: FOUR! FIVE! SIX!

(Burke returns to his feet. He tries to wake the ref. No luck. Burke returns to Fury. He pulls him up. Burke launches him into the corner. He charges, but Fury moves out of the way. He kicks Burke in the gut and drops him with a vertical suplex. Fury tries to wake the ref. But he's not coming up yet.)

Eddie: I'm just waiting for interference.

Rick: There won't be any on Fury's behalf, anyway.

(Fury brings Burke back to his feet. Double-underhook, and a suplex. Fury now starts choking Burke against the bottom rope. Now, he bounces off the ropes and drives his body weight against a helpless Burke. The ref begins to return.)

Eddie: Finally.

(Fury yells at the ref. The ref's head is still rattled. He returns to calling the match. Fury pulls Burke back up. He scoops him up and drops him in the middle of the ring. Fury points to the top rope and begins climbing.)

Rick: He's gonna try to put an end to this one, right now!

Eddie: Uh, Rick. Look.

(Fury is on the top rope. He begins to ascend to his feet, when Evan Hurley, the International champ, slides in the ring. He quickly lays in three shots to Burke's face, and rolls back out of the ring.)

Rick: The International champ just attacked the Cruiserweight champ!

(The ref calls for the bell.)

Eddie: He just . . . the bastard!! He just cost Fury the goddamn Cruiserweight title!

(Hurley runs off, laughing his ass off. Fury drops down from the top rope. He's livid. Fury sprints off after Hurley.)

Rick: Well, there you have it. Burke is still the Cruiserweight champ, and Fury has lost his last life in the title hunt. It's game over for Chris Fury. All thanks to "Violent" Evan Hurley.

Rick Felcome wack, bans.

Eddie: HA!

Rick: Oy. That worked well. Anyway, it's main evento time! Boog man will battle IWA legend, Byron Tanis, in his first IWA heavyweight title defense.

Eddie: Sweeet....

("Symphony of Destruction" the remix.)

Eddie: Here comes the greatest wrestler of all-time!

Vincent: Except for Adam Fierce.

Rick: That's not true, Vincent!

Vincent: Sorry.

(Out steps Byron Tanis. The crowd jeers like it's the only thing that can possibly save their lives. Some cheer. Some always cheer. It's Tanis, and this is Canada.)

(Tanis charges down the aisle. He wants to win. The IWA is his, he believes.)

Rick: He looks prepared. He didn't get his World title match last Sunday. Instead, he got beat with a baseball bat by Mike Bell.

Eddie: That was pathetic.

Rick: Yet, so entertaining.

(Tanis slides in the ring. He forgoes any posing. He waits.)

Rick: Now, for the IWA Heavyweight, CHAMPION!

(Sometimes, the entrance gets to be a little more special...there's the first time that you walk out...and there are the times that you walk out after having won something important.)

(The World's Original Boog-man walks out to Steve Taylor's shortstop with more than a belt around his waist.)

(He returns to the ring with a restored reputation, and a new respect from everyone. Some have called him a legend. To himself, he is a man that has earned and won another chance...more than many get. He knows that he has to do the most with this one, for it may never come around again. Once again, it is HIS time.)

(Time to do something good with it.)

(Boog enters the ring. He holds the IWA title high in the air. The crowd, you guessed it, cheers.)

DING!
DING!
DING!

(Tanis immediately kicks Boog in the stomach. He elbows Boog in the back. Tanis sweeps the legs, and Boog falls down. Tanis pulls him up by the hair, only to whip him back to the mat. He lays a legdrop across Boog's neck.)

Eddie: IT'S OVER!

Rick: Tanis ain't Hogan.

Eddie: Ahem.

(Tanis grabs Boog and chokes him violently, reaching a 4 count. He does it again, reaching 4 once more.)

Rick: He's got some anger in him, does this Tanis character.

Eddie: That's for sure.

(The Lord of The Ring pulls Boog-man back up to his feet. He launches him in the corner. Boog-man charges right back out and boots Tanis to the mat, causing a crowd pop.)

Rick: What impact!

Eddie: Here's the cover.

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

(Boog grabs Tanis and smacks his head off the turnbuckle repeatedly. Ten times, as a matter of fact. And the crowd counts along. Then, Tanis falls to his back. Boog rolls on him and begins laying in the shots.)

Rick: Boog has something to prove tonight. That he is the greatest wrestler in the IWA. A win over Tanis will do wonders for that reputation.

(Boog pulls Tanis up. He throws him in the ropes. Boog with a Thesz Press. He hooks the legs for a cover. ONE........... TWO ............ kickout. Both men return to their feet. Boog grabs Tanis by the hair, but Tanis with a face-rake. He drops Boog with a side-Russian legsweep. Tanis grabs Boog's right leg and begins to twist it.)

Rick: We've seen this from Tanis so many times. Weakening the legs, the knees.

Eddie: He's the greatest.

Rick: Why do you like Tanis so much?

Eddie: Cuz I do! Shut up!

(Tanis pulls Boog to the ropes. He sets his leg over the bottom rope, and drops his body weight across the knee several times. Byron now grabs Boog and pulls him up. He drags Boog's face across the top rope. Boog is hurt. Tanis kicks him in the stomach and goes for a stunner, but Boog shoves him away. Tanis turns around and falls victim to a shoulder tackle. Boog starts laying in more shots.)

Rick: I don't think Boog appreciates Tanis' cheap style of play.

Eddie: Well he's an idiot.

(Boog rolls out of the ring and brings Tanis with him. The World's Original tosses Tanis into the ringsteps. Tanis bounces off and collapses on the ground. Boog takes Tanis back up. He hoists him over his shoulder. Boog charges for the turnbuckle, looking to drive Tanis' head into it, but Tanis slides off his shoulder and shoves the champion into the post. Boog stumbles backwards and Tanis suplex's him to the mat. Tanis grabs the ringsteps and nails Boog in the back, once, twice, three times. He rolls in the ring to break the non-existent 10 count and returns to Boog. Tanis grabs cables on the ground and chokes out Boog-man.)

Rick: Tanis' using every trick in the book here.

Eddie: He wants to win. He will.

(Tanis pulls Boog up and rolls him in the ring. He climbs on the apron and up to the second rope. Tanis leaps off and plants an elbow to Boog's elbow. He covers.)

ONE! TWO! Kickout.

(Tanis brings Boog back up. He nails a snap suplex. Tanis holds on and brings him back to his feet. Tanis sticks his feet out in the air and drives Boog face first into the mat. Tanis now grabs the feet and goes for the Hawk's Talon.)

Rick: If Tanis gets this on, it'll be over!

Eddie: He's gonna get him! He's gonna get him!

(Tanis applies it fully, leaning far back. Boog screams.)

Eddie: The Boog-Man's gonna tap! We're gonna have a new Heavyweight champion!

Rick: Boog's fighting it! He's showing his champion spirit!

(Boog tries desperately to reach the ropes. He inches slowly to them. He's almost there. Almost there.)

Rick: He's gonna reach the ropes!

(No. Tanis pulls him right back to the center of the ring.)

Eddie: WOOO!

Rick: Boog is in trouble.

(Tanis leans far back, his mouth wide open as he screams out in effort. Boog tries again for the ropes. Again, he inches towards them. But again, Tanis pulls him to the center of the ring.)

Rick: Vincent has got to be loving this.

(Just then, Boog elevates himself off the mat. He tries desperately to overpower Tanis. Slowly, he seems to be making progress. Until finally, Tanis is thrown down to the mat and the crowd cheers.)

Eddie: AH! Crap!

(Tanis returns to his feet first, as Boog is getting to his knees. Tanis drives his knee into Boog's skull, causing him to fall out of the ring. Tanis smiles, and exits. He brings Boog up. But Boog throws in a solid right, disorienting Tanis. Boog kicks him in the gut and DDT's him to the mat. Boog returns to his feet, although slowly. He looks at the announcers table.)

Eddie: What's he doing?

(Boog clears the table of anything on it. He grabs Tanis and bangs his head against the table a few times before rolling him on the table.)

Rick: Don't do this, Boog! I like the table!

(Boog climbs on top of the table as Rick and Eddie move out of the way. Boog sets up for a powerbomb.)

Eddie: Whoa... here we go.

(Boog hoists him up... no! Tanis counters.. he lifts Boog up and drops him through the table with a back-body drop!)

Rick: Oh god!

Eddie: That was sweet!

(Tanis slowly grabs Boog. He rolls him in the ring. Tanis covers.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO!

Eddie: SHIT!

(Tanis is livid. He pulls Boog up. Tanis whips Boog at the ropes. Boog leaps onto the second rope and springs back, connecting with a vicious elbow to Tanis' skull.)

Rick: Elbow of Annihiliation!

Eddie: NO!

(Suddenly, Vincent comes from the back.)

Eddie: YES!

(Vincent runs down the ring, as Boog crawls to Tanis. Then, Mike Bell comes sprinting down to ringside.)

Eddie: NO!

(Bell grabs Vincent, spins him around and decks him.)

Eddie: NO!

(Boog covers.)

1!

2!

3!

Rick: Bell just saved Boog from an attack! Boog defeats Tanis!

Eddie: No!

(Boog returns to his feet. The title is handed to Boog. He raises it high in the air. Bell smiles.)

Rick: We're outta time, folks.

Eddie: No...

(Copyright laws roll. It fades to the IWA logo. Then black.)