[Unfamiliar music hits the PA. It must be a house mix. The fans turn their attention to the entranceway, looking to catch a glimpse of the newest IWA member. Seconds later, Serg Dakeon steps out. He is an impressive build. A scar runs under his eye.]

Eddie: What do you know about the scar, Rick?

Rick: Part of the attack when he was mugged, and drugged.

Eddie: Mugged and drugged? Part of the same attack?

Rick: Same attackers anyway.

[Serg stalks down to ringside, with a purpose. He slides in the ring.]

[Then, "The Game" by Disturbed starts playing around the arena]

Boom! Boom! Boom!

[The pyros go off, and out of the back comes "The White Knight" Steve Riggs, slowly making his way toward the ring. The crowd pops for Riggs, the ones that recognize him from HCWF, anyway.]

[Not waiting for the bell, Serg immidietly charges on a surprised "White Knight". Dakeon sends him to the turnbuckle punching him with lefts and rights. Referee Robson successfuly seperates the two, but Serg with a powerful powerslam sends Riggs to the mat. Serg runs to the ropes and attempts to hit a legdrop, but Riggs jumps to his feet just in time, and immidietly connects with a dropkick to the face of the sitting Dakeon.]

Rick: Very nice beginning to the obvious underdog in this match, Serg Dakeon.

Eddie: Not really. Riggs, however, came from the HCWF! HCWF, where blood flows like wine!

Rick: Can you tell me, where did you ever see wine flowing?

Eddie: ...

[Back in the ring, Riggs takes his time to wear down the rookie. He picks him up, sends him to the ropes and peacfuly lands him on the mat with a backdrop. He soon locks Serg in the Boston Crab, working on the back of Serg. Although Riggs expirience, he hadn't kept space between Dakeon and the ropes, and Serg reaches them easily. "The White Knight" leavest the hold, and picks up Dakeon, just to put him back down with a DDT. Riggs climbs to the top rope, and just as Dakeon gets up, he executes a beautiful Bulldog from the top rope, which sends Serg crashing into the mat - head first.]

[One.......................Two......................Kickout.]

Eddie: Ha! Look at the surprise on Riggs face!

Rick: Dakeon is being picked up by Riggs, to the ropes...Serg got sent over the top rope into the guardrail!

Eddie: Maybe now this match will get interesting.

[Riggs does not follow Serg to the outside. Instead he climbs to the top rope yet again, and goes for a frog splash, but Serg somehow manage to move. Both men lay outside for few seconds, until Riggs starts moving. Serg just shakes his head, as if shaking the pain away, and get up on his feet. He picks up a chair, and as "The White Knight" gets closer, he sticks it twice in his midsection, and a third time over his head, completly benting the chair.]

Eddie: Yeah! Go Serg! This guy is better than I thought!

Rick: Riggs shouldn't be underestimated, he has won every gold in the HCWF.

Eddie: Real hard, any kid can do that...

Rick: Than I guess it means you can't.

Eddie: [Immitating Rick] Oh, I'm so funny, telling jokes on my much more handsom broadcasting partner Eddie!

[Anybody who still stayed with us after that horrible excuse for a dialog, will find out that Serg is tearing through the man known as Steve Riggs. He simply knocks his head from a turnbuckle to guardrail to mat, not letting go for a minute. Serg, moves the mat from the floor near the ring, and executes a vicious piledriver on Riggs, to the horraying Eddie, in the broadcasting table near by. Serg takes Riggs up, and sends him crashing into the guardrail, but Riggs falls half way. As Dakear is about to perform a powerbomb on Steve Riggs, he finds himself on the recieving end of one brutal low blow, which sends him to the mat with pain. Riggs climbs slowly into the ring.]

[Now the referee suddenly remmembers that he needs to countout the wrestlers, when they are outside.]

Rick: Seems like Riggs got more than he bargained for in this rookie, who manage to take him for a ride.

Eddie: And to those of you who need translation, it means "The White Knight" just turned blood red! Ha!

[Serg, recovered from that low blow, enters the ring. Steve is still laying there. As he approaches to him, Steve kicks him off, and gets up. He sends him to the ring, picks him up from his midsection area, and sends him throat-first into the ropes. Riggs stomps him some, then executes a camal clutch. After a minute passes with no results, he leaves the hold and climbs to the top and this time connects with a frog splash. Serg is dragged to the middle of the ring and Riggs signals he is going for his finisher, to the cheers of the crowd. As he is about to underhook him, Serg backdrops him, and start stomping him. He then executes a kneedrop to his face, which sends Riggs twirling and holding his face.]

Rick: Serg picks up Riggs, and seems like he's about to underhook him!

Eddie: A guy beats Riggs on his first match, and with Riggs finishing move! This is beautiful...

Rick: No! Riggs is able to execute a small package!

[One.................................Two........................Three!!]

Eddie: Oh, BOO! BOO!

Rick: Riggs won! Wow. Close.

(Dakeon returns to his feet. He is stunned by the turn of events. Dakeon is about to leave the ring, but turns back to boot Riggs in the head. Dakeon exits the ring and heads to the back. Riggs raises his upper body off the ground with his arms. He stares at Serg, shocked and impressed by his skills. Although, he is angry at Serg's cheat shot.)

Rick: I don't think Steve Riggs thought this match would be this close, eh Eddie.

Eddie: That Serg Dakeon is an impressive man, with his rage and anger. Steve Riggs almost made a terrible mistake in underestimating this man. Fortunately for him, he still pulled out the victory.

Rick: What an upset that would have been, though. Serg, in his first match, besting a man who practically ruled the HCWF... I mean... that would be huge. Huge.

Rick: Alright, welcome back to Winnipeg! Jets country!

Eddie: They folded cuz they suck.

Rick: Yeah, well shut up.

[Cut backstage. The fans begin to cheer as the IWA Extreme Champion "The Natural" Mike Bell enters the arena. He has his hair pulled back into a pony tail and has the IWA Extreme Title over his shoulder. He is wearing a t-shirt that has the logo of the NeWA World Hardcore Title on it with the words "Please save me" underneath it followed by the BJWC logo and is stopped by Marc Davis]

Davis: Mike, tonight you get the shot of a lifetime as you get the opportunity to face the BJWC's own Tyler Lee for his NeWA World Hardcore Title

[Mike Bell holds his hand up to stop Marc Davis]

Bell: Is that what you think this is Marc?

[Marc Davis stands there slightly confused]

Davis: Uhh, well yea Mike

[Mike Bell again raises his hand]

Bell: Well that is where you are wrong Marc. It is not going to be the opportunity of a lifetime Marc because I have beaten up on guys like Tyler Lee before. However, it will be an honor to walk out of the ring tonight with the NWA's World Hardcore Belt fastened firmly around my waist as its Hardcore Champion

Davis: So in other words you are predicting a victory tonight....

[Mike Bell nods his head]

Bell: Why is that so hard for guys like you to believe Marc? At first you doubted me as Deja Vu

Davis: Well.....

Bell: Then you doubted that I would walk away a few weeks ago as the IWA Extreme Champion

Davis: Well....

Bell: Then you had yours doubts once again in my match with Samuel Otomo because you simply refused to see me as a "hardcore guy" but all I have done is prove you guys wrong... right?

Davis: Well yes, but this match is going to be different Mike

[Mike Bell can't help but look at him as he waits for this explanation]

Bell: And how is that Marc?

Davis: He is the World Hardcore Champion Mike. He was the BJWC Hardcore Champion before...well, he has been a hardcore style wrestler alot longer than you have.

[Once again Mike Bell raises his hand except this time he also smiles]

Bell: And "THAT" is the reason why I will beat him Marc. Tell me Marc, you have had time to look at my career here in the NeWA. Do you know how many hardcore style guys that I have beaten here in the NeWA?

[Marc Davis shakes his head]

Davis: I don't know Mike

Bell: Well I know Marc. I have beaten the Neurosis's, the Maniac Mikes, the Missing Links, the Stephen Greer's, the Ty Walkers of this world and frankly I wouldn't put Tyler Lee nowhere near the category of those guys.

[Mike Bell continues]

Bell: The fact of the matter is that Tyler Lee wrestled a man named Benoit Dreygon who for some strange reason had no heart, no life in that match in the BJWC, and quite frankly Tyler Lee "NEVER" earned the right to wear "OUR" hardcore belt. But, I can tell you this much Marc

[The camera zooms in real close on Mike Bell's face]

Bell: If he wants to continue to wear it after tonight then he is damn well going to have to earn it. I plan on putting him through a match that he would have NEVER envisioned being in. He thinks that going into a match with "The Natural" is going to be some kind of stroll through the park or something...then he is going to be sadly mistaken. I don't like the fact that the BJWC is here because they set out last year to ruin one of our PPV's with an invasion of some kind and they showed their dislike of us then...so to see one of them with one of our belts turns my stomach.....

[He turns his head away from the camera as he makes a bitter look on his face]

Bell: And it makes me want to puke

[He then turns to face the camera again]

Bell: Tyler Lee, you and the BJWC are a virus to the NeWA and I am the freaking cure. I am going to be the one who will take the NeWA's Hardcore Title back and put it right here in the IWA where it belongs and there won't be a damned thing that you will be able to do about it because by the time that I am finished with you....

[He smiles]

Bell: There won't be enough of you left for the NeWA to even consider giving a re-match to...and "THAT" you can be assured of. I am not a heartless Dreygon Tyler Lee, I am a man who is going to destroy you in the way that Benoit Dreygon should have...but that is ok Tyler because you will see the difference between NeWA hardcore and that crap that you call hardcore in the BJWC soon enough.....count on it

[Mike Bell then pushes his way past Marc Davis and heads towards his dressing room]

Eddie: Well, that was fun.

Rick: It seems Mike Bell dislikes Tyler Lee somewhat.

Eddie: Somewhat?

Rick: Alright. A lot. Anyway, it's time for our next match.

Eddie: Oh really? Well what if I say it isn't?

Rick: You are a little bastard. You are powerless, too.

Eddie: Not true!

Rick: Bah! Watch the match start!

(A Purple spotlight shines on the entryway and "King Nothing" by Metallica begins to play. The curtains part and The Viscount, Ozmoudious' manager, walks through the opening. He makes his way down to the ring and steps over the top rope. He calls for a mic and slowly raises it to his lips.)

The Viscount: Sometimes a man makes his return to a familiar place with open arms and a lot of fanfare. Sometimes, he sneaks in the back door as so that he may make his presence felt in a more subtle way.
Ozmodious is making his return in a subtle way this week, and is beginning the same way that he started, at the bottom.

(A blinding white light flashes three times, and then a white spotlight follows Ozmodious down the aisle. He climbs onto the apron, then climbs the turnbuckle and drops into the corner. He opens the clasp at his neck and his cape falls to the mat, where it is picked up by The Viscount, who has moved to the outside and is standing in the corner.
Ozmodious bounces off the ropes several times and waits for his opponent.)

Rick: Ozmodious is a former NWA Cruiserweight champ. This kid knows what to do in the ring. He's all business.

("Drink, Swear, Steel and Lie" by Michael Peterson blares. A few seconds laker, "The Outlaw" Beau Adkins steps out through the entranceway.)

Eddie: Another seasonned wrestler. Adkins is new to our NWA rings, but not to this sport.

(The big texan, complete with cowboy hat, stalks to the ring. He slides in and tosses his hot to the outside.)

Rick: Here we go, fans. A look at the future, if you will.

Eddie: In the present.

DING DING DING

(Beau charges, but Ozmodious quickly avoids an attack. Oz turns around and kicks Adkins in the stomach. A quick snap suplex takes the big man off his feet. Oz bounces off the ropes and slides across the ring with a low dropkick. Adkins sidesteps the attack and Oz shoots himself out of the ring. Adkins slides out of the ring after his opponent, but Oz re-enters the ring. Adkins hops on the apron but receives a shoulder to the gut for his troubles. Ozmodious tries to suplex the big Texan back in the ring, but it's blocked. The Outlaw hoists Oz in the air, dropping him face first on the mat. Adkins propels himself in the air and lands on Oz with an elbow drop.)

Rick: Great agility from a man of that size.

Eddie: Yeah, Ozzy's somethin', ain't he.

Rick: I was referring to Beau Adkins.

Eddie: Yes, I bet you were.

(Adkins brings Oz up to his feet. He whips him in the ropes. Oz comes back and ducks a clothesline. He bounces off the next set and leaps in the air. Adkins catches him and slams him into the mat.)

Rick: Nice powerslam. Adkins is using his power to his advantage.

Eddie: Yeah, that's what people do, Rick. Dork.

Rick: I hope a snake bites your balls!

Eddie: Oy! That was cruel, Rick.

(Adkins brings Oz up. He hooks him in a gutwrench. Adkins lifts him in the air and charges across the ring. Ozmodious escapes off his shouldes. Adkins turns around and attacks with a lariat. Oz ducks it. Adkins turns around Oz lifts him in the air, draping his neck across the top rope.)

Rick: Hot shot! That'll take the wind outta ya.

(Ozmodious grabs Adkins arm and brings it around his head, and drops him with an arm-trap shoulder neckbreaker. He then grabs the feet of The Outlaw, and slingshots him into the turnbuckles. Adkins bounces off the corner and falls victim to a German suplex.)

Eddie: Ozmodious is doing a great job of keeping his opponent in his control.

Rick: That's why he was the Cruiserweight champion of the World!

(Ozzy pulls Adkins up to his feet. He applies a sleeper hold. Adkins escapes with a series of elbows. Ozzy blocks a right and tosses him in the ropes. Adkins comes back. He ducks a lariat and applies a sleeper of his own. The Outlaw brings Oz up in the air and slams him on his back, sleeper still applied.)

Rick: Beau Adkins making an effort to come back in the match now. Doing a good job of it, I might add.

(The Outlaw pulls Oz back up, sleeper still locked on. He converts it into a waistlock, and suplex's Oz to the mat with authority. Adkins covers. 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . kickout. Beau waits for Ozmodious to return to his feet. When he does, Beau kicks him in the gut. He goes for a stunner, but Oz shoves him out of the way. Adkins turns to his opponent, to find him leaving the ring.)

Eddie: Smart move.

Rick: Or cowardly. However you look at it.

(Adkins exits the ring. He begins to persue Ozmodious around the ring, but he is cut off by Oz's manager, The Viscount.)

Rick: Beau and The Viscount staring down each other.

Eddie: Now The Viscount pointing behind Beau.

(Beau turns around, and is struck by a missile dropkick.)

Rick: Ozmodious coming off the top rope with that missile dropkick! What a shot.

(The Viscount tosses Beau back in the ring, as the ref gets in his face. Ozmodious enters the ring and makes the cover. The ref returns to his post.)

ONE . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . No!

(Oz grabs Beau by his hair and pulls him up to his feet. Ozmodious spins his opponent around and goes for an inverted DDT. Beau counters, spinning back around. But Ozzy is quick to kick him in the stomach. Oz tries to throw Beau in the ropes, but Adkins reverses it and sends Oz into the ropes, where the Viscount trips him up. The Viscount looks shocked.)

Rick: The Viscount just tripped up his own guy!

Eddie: That was a big mistake.

(Adkins chuckles. He brings Oz to his feet. Adkins sets up for a powerbomb. He takes two steps forward and plants Ozmodious in the mat. He hooks the legs.)

Rick: It's over!

1!
2! Eddie: Whew! 'Twas close.

(Adkins brings Ozzy back up. He launches him in the corner. He follows up with a huge splash. Adkins bulldogs Ozmodious to the mat. He climbs to the second rope and leaps off with a big splash.)

Rick: That's a lot of weight crashing down on Ozmodious right there.

Eddie: That could crush a rib, or something!

(Adkins goes for another cover.)

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

Eddie: He can't put him away!

Rick: He's pointing to the top rope. High risk time!

(Adkins sets Ozmodious on the top rope. He begins climbing. The Outlaw sets up for a superplex. Oz tries to fight it off, and does a good job. Out of nowhere he grabs Adkins head and takes him to the mat with a Tornado DDT.)

Eddie: What execution! Adkins is dead! Or at least in the process of dying.

(Both men are down briefly. Ozmodious regains his breath and returns to his feet. He quickly sees his opponent down, and covers. ONE................ TWO ............. shoulder up. Oz brings Adkins up. Oz hits a high kick to the upper chest of Beau, sending him rocking. Oz bounces off the ropes and charges with an attack, but Beau ducks down and elevates Ozmodious over the top rope. Oz lands in the arms of The Viscount.)

Rick: Lucky his manager was there to save the day.

(Ozmodious jumps out of The Viscount's arms and begins climbing back in the ring. But The Viscount grabs him and pulls him back down.)

Rick: What?

(The Viscount pulls back and clocks Ozmodious in the skull.)

Eddie: WHAT THE HELL! The Viscount just punched Ozmodious!

(Ozmodious shakes off the punch and clocks his manager. The two begin exchanging fierce blows.)

Rick: What's going on?? Why are they fighting each other!

Eddie: Yeah! They're suppose to be on the same team!

("The Outlaw" Beau Adkins stands in the ring, confused. The ref is counting.)

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

Rick: The Viscount just sent Oz into the guardrail.

Eddie: Ozzy charges back with a lariat! He takes down his... uh... ex-manager, I suppose.

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

(The two continue trading punches.)

. . . 8 . . .

(Punch after punch after punch.)

. . . 9 . . .

Rick: Oh no.

. . . TEN!

Rick: Beau Adkins wins!

Eddie: Not really the outcome I was expecting, Rick.

Rick: Look at those two! Ozmodious and The Viscount are STILL going at it! Don't they get tired??

Eddie: Who the hell knows. Adkins wins. He doesn't care what they're doing. He's leaving the ring. Look at The Outlaw, laughing at the two men as he passes by.

Rick: I don't know what to say.

Rick: OK, we're back to Rush!

Eddie: Up next, Evan Hurley defends his International title against Adam Knight!

Rick: This'll be Hurley's first title defense since beating Buzz Tyler last week for the belt. And what a first challenger. Adam Knight, the number one contender to the NWA World title. Hurley's in for a lot tonight.

[The lights black out to darkness without warning. If you look closely, you can begin to see a slow smoke rising from the entranceway. A small light flashes to the side of the entrance, on a side stage, we notice for the first time. Various instruments are set up there, and several men walk out on to the stage. It is hard to tell, but the hardcore metal purists will recognize the man in the lead to be none other then Ozzy Osbourne, who takes his stand at the microphone. In the background, low music begins to play, piano, piped in from the speakers]

[And suddenly, the piano gives way to a loud explosion of blue fire at the entranceway. The music changes dramatically as well, the driving metal Ozzy is famous for taking over, and he grabs the mic furiously, smoke still covering the entrance]

#I�m not the kind of person
#You think I am
#Im not the antichrist or,
#The Ironman...

#I have a vision that I
#Just cant control
#I feel Ive lost my spirit
#And sold my soul

#Got no control

[The beat continues, the smoke beginning to clear all the while. The lights are lit only at the stage, and now at the entrance, but still dim, just enough to see. And when it finally does, the form of the Revolution can be seen. Adam Knight is here...

#I try to entertain you
#The best I can
#I wish I�d started walking
#Before I ran

[His appearance is as usual. Black leather longcoat nearly reaching the floor, dark blue jeans, black boots and black sleeveless t-shirt. The EWWA Electric title can be seen strapped around his waist. Dressed to fight, nothing more, nothing less. He stands there, arms at his side, tensed for battle, soaking in the atmosphere around him]

#but I still love the feeling
#I get from you
#I hope you never stop cause
#It gets me Through...

#It gets me through...

[Knight takes a look to his side, to the rock legend that is singing him to the ring, exchanging a quick look, before he begins walking down the rampway, making his way to the ring, the spotlights following him as he goes]

#The feelings that I hide behind...
#Sometimes reality�s unkind
#The nightmares start for me at night...
#I thank the lord...
#For lonely nights

[The guitar break takes over, Ozzy holding the mic away from his lips for several moments. Knight climbs up to the apron, then steps over the top rope entering the ring. He walks to the opposite ring corner, and climbs to the second rope. unhooking his title belt and raising it high to the cheering crowd. In the midst of their roar, Ozzy returns to the mic]

#I�m not the kind of person
#You think I am
#I�m not the antichrist or
#The Ironman

#But I still love the feeling

#I get from you

#I hope you never stop cause

#It gets me Through...

[Knight climbs down from the turnbuckles, and walks to the center of the ring, stripping off his jacket and tossing it into the corner, as well as handing his belt to the ref. He leans down slightly crouched, his hands on his knees, eyes locked on the entranceway, anxious for this match to begin, anxious to begin the way he knows it will be, and what may be the end of his career. As the song winds down now to the end, so may this man's life]

#I�m... just trying to live...

#I�m...just trying to live...

[Close up on Knight, his eyes blazing their fire as he looks to the entrance, awaiting the International Champion]

#I�m...just trying to live....

#I�m... just trying to live...

[And as the song comes to a close, the lights return to normal. Ozzy leaves with the other, giving a final one fisted salute to Knight in the ring. Knight meanwhile is still crouched low, waiting for Hurley]

Rick: How does he afford to take Ozzy Osbourne on tour with him?

Eddie: I dunno. Sexual favors, maybe.

Eddie: Ooh. Noise.

(Stick it Up by Slaves on Dope rocks the arena as the pyro explodes from the ramp way. Through the thick smoke from the pyro we see the silhouette of a stocky powerfully built figure and a slender womanly figure begin to emerge. Clad in a pair of glossy green tights and tall dark boots we see the MSPW Twin Cities and IWA International titleholder Violent Evan Hurley and his manager Amy Keenan emerge from the entranceway. Evan whipsers something into Amy's ear. She smiles and heads to the back.)

Rick: Now what's that about?

Eddie: Who knows.

(With a gold belt grasped tightly in each hand, Evan makes his way to the ring.)

Eddie: Hurley looks good in gold, no?

DING DING DING!

(Hurley looks across the ring at his opponent. Knight looks poised and confident. The two lock up. Knight forces Hurley into the ropes. Hurley sticks his head out, and the ref forces the break. Hurley circles Knight. Again they tie up. This time, Hurley gains the advantage with a hammer lock. But Knight is quick to counter. The Revolution shoves Hurley across the ring. Hurley turns around and is planted with a clothesline.)

Rick: Knight with a huge lariat! Eddie, do you think Evan has much of a chance here? I mean, sure he's a fruture mega-star... but Knight is a current mega-star, and rightfully so.

Eddie: Sure the odds are on Adam Knight's side. But he's a dumbass. Hurley is gonna prove he's somethin' big, Rick. Trust me.

(Hurley returns to his feet. Knight knees him in the stomach, and takes him to the mat with a snap suplex. Knight returns up. Shortly after, Hurley does aswell.)

Rick: Knight with a kick to the gut...no! Hurley catches it. He spins Knight around... belly-to-belly suplex. Nice execution.

Eddie: Look at Hurley violently lay in those boots. He's an angry guy.

(Hurley forces Knight to roll out of the ring. Hurley tries to grab him by the hair, but Knight quickly pulls him out of the ring. Knight with a hard knife-edge chop. He launches Hurley into the guardrail. Hurley stumbles back and falls victim to a flapjack.)

Eddie: Ouch.

Rick: Yeah, Hurley must be in pain.

Eddie: No. I bit my lip.

(Knight brings Hurley back up and rolls him in the ring, following closely behind. Knight bulldogs Hurley back down. Cover.)

Rick: ONE...TWO...Kickout.

Eddie: Why waste your breathe with the one...then the two?

Rick: You're a freak.

(Knight pulls him up. Irish whip into the corner. The Revolution follows with a splash, connecting with the target. Hurley stumbles out of the corner and ducks a clothesline. He turns around and nails Knight with a kick to the chest, sending him into the ropes. Knight bounces out into a spear, taking both men right back out of the ring.)

Eddie: Hey Rick, I've been thinking. Maybe every match should be a cage match. You know, cuz those ropes don't do much in the way of keeping them in the ring.

Rick: What's wrong with outside of the ring?

(Hurley and Knight return up. Hurley smashes Knight's head against the commentators' table.)

Eddie: That's what's wrong!

Rick: I see.

(Hurley grabs Knight by the tights and pulls him, causing him to collide with the side of the ring. Hurley rolls back in. Knight returns to the apron. Hurley grabs his head and drops him neck first against the top rope. Knight stays on the apron, but is soon suplexed back in. Hurley now goes up top.)

Eddie: This is where he shines!

(Hurley waits for Knight to get to his feet before lunging himself towards the challenger.)

Rick: Knight catches him! Powerslam!

Eddie: Ooh. The light has faded.

(The crowd pops. Knight goes for the three. 1.........2....... no three.)

Rick: The Revolution bringing Hurley back to his feet now. What a vicious spinebuster. Looks like Knight is going for a full-nelson. He's got it locked!

Eddie: He's on the ground. Knight's weird.

(Knight is mounted on Hurley, full-nelson applied. Adam rolls to his back and gets up, bringing the International champ with him. Knight lifts him in the air and slams him to the mat. Now Knights pointing to the top rope.)

Eddie: Is Knight gonna go high-risk?

Rick: He is. Could we be seeing the Long Way Down?

(Knight climbs up. But Evan has returned to his feet. He bounces off the ropes, crotching Knight on the top rope. Hurley now climbs to the second rope. He smiles, as he leaps up, wrapping his legs around Knight. The violent one leans back and takes Knight down with a hurricanrana.)

Rick: What a move!

(Hurley isn't done. He quickly hops to the top rope. He pats his elbow.)

Eddie: What's he...

(Hurley leaps off with the elbow. He plants it deep into the heart of Adam Knight.)

Rick: The Long Way Down! Hurley just nailed Knight with his own move!

Eddie: Wooo! Over!

ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!

Rick: Adam Knight kicked out. My god, he kicked out.

(Evan's smile has faded. He returns to his feet and pulls Knight up.)

Rick: Evan is proving something tonight. He's matching up nicely against one of the best wrestlers in the Alliance.

Eddie: What did you expect? Evan didn�t win those belts with his winning personality and dashing good looks.

Rick: You confuse me some times Eddie, seriously.

(Hurley with a chop, before launching Knight into the turnbuckles. Evan climbs atop his opponent and begins sending lefts and rights square into Adam�s forehead. Some fans count along. Others boo.)

1 . . .2 . . .3 . . .4 . . .5 . . .6 . . .7 . . .8 . . .9 . . .10 . . .11 . . . 12 . . .

(A pause)

13!

Eddie: Evan just made the number one contender to Outkast look like a complete CHUMP! I love it!

Rick: Don�t count your chickens before they hatch Ed.

Eddie: Chickens? ED??

(Evan climbs up behind Knight and signals the crowd, it�s time for the finish.)

Eddie: Talk poultry all you want Rick because HERE IT COMES!

(Evan grabs hold of Knights head and goes for the his signature move.)

Rick: VIOLENT ACT!! HE NAILS IT!

Eddie: That Bull Dog had to be it . . . Knight is done!!

(The cover.)

1!

2!

3!

KICKOUT!

Eddie: What?

Rick: HE KICKED THE FUCK OUT! I mean... the hell out! The hell out! Fuck.

(Hurley can't believe it. Well, barely, anyway. The Champion brings Knight back up once again. He bounces Knight off the ropes. Evan leaps after Knight with an elbow. But Knight ducks and the ref is nailed. He's down.)

Rick: The ref is down!

Eddie: I know, Rick.

(Suddenly, the crowd turns to the entrance. Cameras pick up Serg Dakeon, IWA rookie, sprinting down the aisle with a chair in hand.)

Eddie: Here come the troops.. er... troop.

(Serg slides in. Evan stares at him, then the chair.)

Rick: I don't think Evan wants to do this! I think he wants to do it by the book!

Eddie: Buttons to the book. Buttons!

(Serg drops the chair on the mat, as Evan pulls Knight up to his feet. Serg stuffs Knight's head between his legs. He lifts him up parallel to his body. With Evan's help, Serg piledrives him on the chair.)

Rick: Spiked piledriver!!!

Eddie: The crowd's booing! Ha! WOOO!

Rick: Where the hell is Blade? He said he'd have Knights back!

(On cue, we cut backstage. We see Evan's lovely manager, Amy Keenan talking with a man in a locker room. The man is Calib Wallace, aka Blade. He's smiling, almost drueling as he stares at Amy's breasts, covered only by a thin black bra. Did I mention it's see-through? We can't see, of course, due to the camera angle.)

Amy: If you look REALLY closely, Calib, you can see that my left breast is a little bit smaller than my right one. That's why I can never be in Playboy.

Calib: Mmmmm....

(Cut back to the ring.)

Eddie: Blade is a lucky man.

Rick: Ah! It all makes sense now! Amy's has the backup distracted for this assault!

(Now, Serg rolls out of the ring. Hurley laughs, as the crowd continues to boo.)

Rick: What happened to 'by the book'?

Eddie: Who knows. You said it, not Evan.

(Evan wakes the ref. He tries anyway. Eventually, he succeeds. Evan hooks the legs.)

Rick: This is pathetic.

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT!

Rick: HE.... HE....

Eddie: Yeah yeah! He kicked out. Shut up.

(Evan is livid. He's pissed. I mean, just out of the loop. He's kicking the ropes, stomping on the mat, yelling. Doing it all. Then, he threatens the ref.)

Rick: Why do they constantly do this? When has arguing with the ref ever helped?

(Evan shoves the official.)

Rick: You can't shove the ref! What's that guys name?

Eddie: Uh, he doesn't have a name. They are useless. Waste of effort to make names, Vincent says. So we'll just call him...Bob.

(Bob shoves Evan back. Big mistake. Evan's about ready to clock him good! but, Knight has regained his senses. He spins Evan around and kicks him in the gut. Quickly, Knight knocks on a double-underhook. He hoists Hurley up in the air and powerbombs him down furiously!)

Rick: The KnightFall! Oh my God!

(Knight covers as the crowd roars to life.)

ONE!

TWO!

Wait...

Rick: Serg Dakeon just pulled the ref out of the ring!

Eddie: Knight had this thing won! Sucks for him.

Rick: Knight is angry! He's almost dead, and angry!

(Suddenly, a new figure rolls into the ring, as Serg Dakeon distracts the ref. This new man is holding a title belt.)

Rick: Tyler Cross is here! NWA North American champ, Tyler Cross!

(Cross whistles. Knight turns around. WHACK!)

Eddie: Knight just tasted NA championship! Ha!

(Cross lays the belt down. He pulls Knight up and DDT's him onto the belt. The crowd is booing loudly. Cross lays Hurley overtop Knight, and rolls out of the ring with his title. Dakeon leaves his post and the ref rolls back in.)

Rick: This is even more pathetic!

(The ref enters and begins the count.)

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

Rick: My god, Hurley won! He needed help from two of his buddies, but the Violent one, wins the match.

Eddie: Excellent display of intelligence there.

Rick: Intelligence? Gah!

(Evan Hurley is handed the International title. He pulls himself up to his feet, stumbles around, but manages to stay vertical with the help of his friend, Serg. Evan raises the belt proudly.)

(The arena is silent. Rick and Eddie must be sleeping. Suddenly, "Are You Gonna Go My Way" blasts through the PA.)

Eddie: Whoa nelly!

Rick: That's a good album.

Eddie: Yeah, well this one by Lenny Kravitz is old. Get a new tune... Buzz "I can't afford to shave my head so Byron Tanis does it for me" Tyler.

Rick: Heh. That was funny. Good one, Eddie.

(Buzz Tyler steps out. He ain't happy, not being International champ anymore and all. Buzz has a paper bag with him. It's brown. He stalks to the ring, taunting the Winnipeg crowd. Those pesky Canadians.)

Eddie: Buzz Tyler looks particularly retarded today. Hurley sure did a number on him.

Rick: Yeah, well Serg Dakeon and Tyler Cross sure helped out that cause.

(Buzz slides in the ring. He calls for a mic. He's handed a mic.)

Buzz: Winnipeg, you all suck!

(Boo. Laughter. Boo.)

Buzz: So much so, that I am devoting no more time to making fun of you.

(The crowd, again, boos.)

Buzz: Except that one kid in the front row. Yeah you. You look like a piece of shit that dried up under my shoe, you're so ugly.

(The crowd boos. The kid throws a cup at Buzz. It misses him and smokes a fan on the other side.)

Eddie: Ha! Buzz stepped in poo!

Buzz: Eddie Reagan.

Eddie: Huh?

Buzz: I have a little suprise for you in this bag.

Eddie: A cupcake? I like cupcakes.

(Buzz drops his bag and rolls out of the ring. He faces Eddie.)

Buzz: Get out of that seat, Eddie, and get in the ring.

Eddie: Uh uh!

(Buzz chuckles. He grabs Eddie by his fluffy white hair, and drags him out of the seat. Buzz drags him in the ring and shoves him in the corner.)

Rick: I'm gonna allow this.

(Buzz gets right in his face. Eddie looks a little frightened.)

Buzz: You know, Eddie. It's no secret that you don't like me. And I doubt it's a secret that I don't like you either.

(Eddie shrugs.)

Buzz: You've been here a long time. You've seen some pretty interesting moments, haven't you. Like, the 3...seperate...times.... my head was shaven!

(The crowd laughs. This forces Eddie to chuckle. Buzz smacks him in the face.)

Buzz: Every single time, you were there, at ringside, laughing at me... at my misfortunes! And it doesn't stop. It never stops. Just last week, you hit me with a goddamn chair! Eddie, you've given me a lot of shit! Well, NO MORE! NO MORE, EDDIE! IT'S MY TURN TO LAUGH!

Rick: What's he talking about?

(Buzz grabs his paper bag. Eddie tries to run away, but Buzz grabs him.)

Eddie: SECURITY!

Buzz: They can't help you, Eddie. I bribed just about every gawdamn person in the back! It's just you and me, Eddie.

(Buzz reaches in the bag, and pulls out... CLIPPERS!)

Rick: Oh. I see.

(Eddie tries to fight free, but Buzz clocks him in the head. Buzz grabs him and DDT's him to the mat. The crowd boos loudly as Buzz grabs Eddie's head.)

Eddie: It's my turn to laugh, Eddie!

(Buzz, smiling wider than a canyon, brings the clippers to Eddie's head.)

Rick: In the words of Eddie.... WOOOO!

(Suddenly, a man sprints down the aisle and slides in the ring. It's Matt "Showtime" Saunders.)

Rick: Matt Saunders is here! Former IWA Cruiserweight champ, Matt Saunders!

(Saunders grabs Buzz by the head. Buzz turns around and ducks a clothesline. Quickly, Buzz scampers out of the ring. The crowd cheering nutsly.)

Rick: Matt Saunders just saved the day! Crap. I would've enjoyed this.

(Saunders aids Eddie to his feet. Buzz Tyler looks on, anger rising...rising...rising...fading...rising...)

Rick: What's Saunders motivation here? I mean, it's Eddie Reagan!

(Buzz hurls the clippers at the ring. It clocks Eddie in the head, sending him crashing to the mat. Buzz laughs and heads to the back. Saunders again pulls Eddie up. Saunders grabs a mic.)

Saunders: Eddie, you must be wondering why I came to your rescue. Let me keep it simple. I respect this business way too much to let that pathetic display of tastelessness continue. This is wrestling! Not Monday Night at the Barber shop!

Rick: Heh.

Saunders: As for you Buzz Tyler, you are a disgrace to the IWA and wrestling in general. You make me sick!

(Saunders tosses the mic down. The crowd pops. "Shook Ones" by Mobb Deep, Saunders' theme music, plays again in the arena. Saunders rolls out of the ring, and begins making his way to the back.)

Rick: Well. That was fun.

Rick: Fans, we're back! And we're heading straight to the ring. Hardcore Title on the line!

Eddie: Violence! Wooo!

[Scene opens with the lights dimming down all of the way as 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.)

Eddie: Lasers are cool.

(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. He 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, although an amazing presence in the ring... this is not his style. He has shown recently that he can merge hardcore wrestling with the technical style, but this is the granddady of all hardcore brawls.

Eddie: That's why I love it!

Rick: But according to Bell, Tyler Lee isn't a real Hardcore champ. Bell wants to punish him. And Tyler, he wants to prove he is worth the the Hardcore title.

(Music plays. We don't know what song, because Lee didn't strat. But, I imagine it's a good song. And out steps Tyler Lee. He's proud. He's Hardcore Champion!)

Rick: IWA's first look at Tyler Lee! Some say he's the next... uh... great wrestler type.

Eddie: You're on your game, Rick!

Rick: Yeah.

(Tyler Lee marches to the ring, Harcode title proudly around his waist. Lee carries himself with confidence, probably stemming from his recent Hardcore title win. Lee slides in the ring. Bell stares him down as the title is raised in the air.)

Rick: Hardcore isn't what Mike Bell is used to, but despite the environment change, Tyler Lee has got one of the most difficult... if not THE most difficult match of his life ahead of him. Bell is a two-time NWA World Champion! This'll be tough for the young kid.

DING DING DING!

(Bell and Lee lock up. Bell with a forearm with a freed arm. He hits Lee with an atomic drop. Bell goes for a lariat, but it's countered, as Lee drops Bell in a armbar. Lee gets up and drops a quick elbow. He rolls out of the ring, but Bell pulls him back in.)

Rick: Tyler Lee wants to go hardcore right now! Bell won't let him.

(Both men return to their feet. Bell blocks a right hand. He stuns Tyler with his own right, and flapjacks him to the mat. The Natural hits Lee with a grounded senton roll. Both men return up. Bell sets up for a vertical suplex. Tyler Lee blocks it. Bell hits a few elbows, and lifts Lee in the air. He drapes Lee's body across the top rope. The Hardcore champ hangs on the top rope briefly, before finding the apron. Bell with a dropkick knocks Lee off the apron, crashing to the floor. The challenger slides out of the ring. Bell walks up to a man sitting on a chair at ringside. He's eating popcorn and probably shouldn't be there. Bell orders him up, and he folds the steel chair.)

Eddie: Now it's time!

(Bell turns. Before he can swing, Tyler Lee leaps with a spinning heel kick, driving the chair into Bell's skull.)

Rick: Oooooh.

(Lee pulls his opponent up and whips him against the ring. Bell stumbles back. Lee kicks him in the gut and sets up for a suplex. The Hardcore champ brings Bell up and drops him back first against the top of the steel railing.)

Eddie: Holy shit, Rick! Get a medic out here, his back is broken! No wait... get some more weapons out here! Yeah!

Rick: How can you like violence SO much?

Eddie: I'm not sure, really.

(Bell is arched over the railing, looking to be broken. Lee walks over and picks up the steel chair. He swings it at his challenge, but Bell manages to roll off the railing, fully into the audience. The crowd cheering loudly around him, Bell leaps over the railing and dropkicks the chair into Lee's face.)

Rick: Great move from the former World Champion!

Eddie: Damn it, Rick! Bell can't live on his past achievements! Today, he's fighting Tyler Lee! Today, he's fighting for the NWA Hardcore championship!

Rick: Very true, Eddie. I appologize.

Eddie: Don't appologize. Just get me some Cheetos.

(Bell grabs Lee and brings him to his feet. He whips Lee into the guardrail. Lee slams back first into the steel. The Hardcore champ shakes it off and charges back at Bell, but the challenger takes him down with a drop-toe-hold, sending Lee crashing into the ringsteps.)

Rick: Nice use of the steps, I say.

Eddie: I thought so.

(Bell grabs his opponent and rolls him in the ring, following shortly behind. The Natural grabs a grounded Lee and applies a hammer lock.)

Rick: Looks like the challenger, and IWA Extreme champion, is taking a bit of a breather here.

Eddie: Not much of a breather, when Tyler Lee scrambles like that! Bell is fighting hard to keep him grounded.

(An increase in pressure puts an end to Lee's efforts. Bell, keeping the hammer lock applied, brings his opponent to his feet. Bell goes for a quick DDT, but Lee counters with a northern lights suplex. He holds him for the pin.)

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

Eddie: Swift, this Lee is.

Rick: He's the NWA Hardcore champ! He has to be.

Eddie: Bah! I was a Hardcore champ, in my day.

Rick: Eddie, you worked in a bakery.

Eddie: Yeah, well it was a hardcore bakery!

Rick: That doesn't even make sense.

(Lee returns to his feet. Bell does immediately after. Bell blocks Lee's right hand. The challenger kicks Lee, but Tyler catches the leg. He spins Bell around and goes for a clothesline, but it's ducked. Bell swings around with a spinning heel kick, but it's ducked aswell. Both men sprint into adjacent ropes. They bounces around, gaining speed, until Bell leaps in the air with a cross-body block. Lee slides under the attack, and stops, perched in the corner. Bell returns to his feet and Lee sprints at him. Bell ducks a spear. Both men turn around to each other simultaneously, in a stand off. The crowd applauds.)

Rick: Wow. Impressive chain wrestling that was.

Eddie: Indeed. By the way, your wife called not too long ago. Something about your dog dying!?

Rick: WHAT??

Eddie: Wait, wait. Not dog... your plant, or something.

Rick: Eddie you... damn, you're a horrible person!

Eddie: Hey! I mean well!

(Mike Bell and Tyler Lee begin exchanging lefts and rights in the middle of the ring before Bell hits a spinning reverse kick to the gut of Lee which doubles him over. He follows with a lightning fast bulldog that takes Lee to the mat.)

Rick: Rapid moves from Mike Bell

Eddie: Yeah, but this is a hardcore match Rick. Not some boring technical crap for Bell to put us to sleep with.

(Bell then slides out of the ring and then lifts up the ring apron.)

Rick: What is Mike Bell up to now

(Mike Bell then pulls out a large wooden box and then slides it into the ring as Tyler Lee begins to stir.)

Eddie: Hey, that is a box full of flourescent lightbulbs!!

Rick: Uh oh, you wanted hardcore and I think that business is about to pick up!

(Lee returns to his feet. Bell pulls out a long tube of unlit light. He slides the box towards Lee.)

Rick: Bell wants Lee to take a bulb!

(Lee smiles, and pulls out a long tube himself. The two holds the tubes in both arms, over their shoulder in combat position.)

Eddie: What is this? Star Wars?

Rick: Heh.

(Bell screams and attacks, and Tyler Lee does, aswell. The two swing the tubes at each other with miraculous force. The tubes connect in the center of the ring, and shatter in thousands of tiny pieces.)

Eddie: WOOO!!

Rick: That was great! Pointless, but great!

(Bell and Lee cough over the fumes. Bell, still coughing, grabs two more florescent tube lights. He spins them around in each arm and sandwiches Tyler Lee's head. Lee drops to his knees, and then to his stomach. Blood begins to ease out of wounds in several spots on his head.)

Eddie: Rick, that was cool!

Rick: That was a sight, I'll tell ya!

(Bell brings the bloodies Tyler Lee up, and whips him in the corner. The challenger charges and connects with a splash. Bell scoops up Lee and hangs him in the tree of woe, in the corner of the ring. He slides out and hurls a chair in the ring. He takes a second chair and slides back in. Bell wallops Lee in the face with the chair.)

Rick: Ouch.

(WACK!)

Eddie: Frig!

(CRACK!)

Rick: A third shot!

(SMACK!)

Eddie: Ack! My mouth hurts!

(Lee finally tumbles to the mat, blood drooping out of his mouth. Bell goes for the cover.)

Rick: Here we go . . .

Eddie: ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . HE KICKED OUT!

(Bell shakes his head. He grabs a chair and sits it upright. Now, he sits a woozy Tyler on the chair. Bell grabs a second chair and climbs the turnbuckles.)

Rick: Oh. I just wanna know what he's trying to do.

(The crowd gets to their feet as Bell tosses the chair down at Lee. Lee catches the chair as Bell lunges at the champion. But Lee is quick and tosses the chair back at Bell. It nails him in the head, sending him off course, and plummeting to the mat in pain.)

Eddie: I don't know what he was doing, Rick. But I don't think it worked.

Rick: Me either.

(Lee, in a bloody mess, grabs one of the chairs and places Bell's left leg inside it. With the second chair, he begins to clock the chair repeatedly.)

Rick: Look at the champion! He's trying to break the leg! He's hitting it savagely.

Eddie: Gotta make up for lost time, is all.

(Tyler switches for the knee to the body, then to the face, nailing Bell violently. Finally, after about two dozen shots, Tyler Lee stops to rest.)

Rick: That attack opened up the IWA Extreme champ.

Eddie: In a big way.

(Lee pulls Bell up. He nails a belly-to-back suplex, and goes to the top rope.)

Rick: What's he got planned for us now?

(Lee lets Bell get to his feet. He leaps off, and Bell catches him, powerslamming him down onto a chair.)

Eddie: WOOOOO!

(Bell takes Lee and drags him out of the ring, and stuffs Lee's head between his legs.)

Eddie: Uh oh.

Rick: Something's goin' down here, folks.

(Bell lifts Lee over his head, looking for a powerbomb. He takes a couple steps forward, when Lee escapes free, sliding over Bell's back.)

Eddie: The champion escapes!

Rick: The champion just mule kicked Bell! What a... well, this is a hardcore match. I guess I can't call him a cheater.

(Tyler Lee, in a go-behind position, lifts Bell high into the air, and slams him hard, back first through the announce table.)

Eddie: AHH! THAT WAS PRETTY COOL!

Rick: That was violence, right there!

(Bell is left lying in a pool of his collecting blood. One of the monitors has fallen overtop his face. Lee drops down to his knees, and collapses over The Natural.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Rick: Amazing! Tyler Lee barely fends off this supreme challenge from "The Natural" Mike Bell.

Eddie: I think barely is an understatement. Bell was destroying Lee for nearly the entire match.

Rick: Still, Tyler Lee comes back, and gets the job done. If that doesn't prove to Bell that he's the REAL hardcore champ, than nothing will.

Eddie: Yeah. OK, we've got to eat... I mean sleep... I mean commercials!

Rick: Welcome back!

("Enter Sandman" rips through the PA suddenly. The familiar tune means only one thing.)

Rick: The hell does Vincent want?

Eddie: Whatever it is, he gets! He owns your ass!

Rick: No one owns me!

(President Mike Vincent steps out. He looks confident, but frustrated. He wears a black suit with a yellow "Winnie the Poo" tie. The crowd laughs at this. Vincent heads to the ring and enters. He pulls out a mic.)

Vincent: We're running out of time, and we've still got Adam Burke and Blade coming up, so I'm gonna make this quick. Boog. Get out here. NOW!

Rick: Vince is callin' out the IWA champ!

Eddie: He can do what he wants... he's the..

Rick: Yeah, yeah. Shut up!

(Seconds pass, nothing. No music, no Boog. Vincent is getting upset. He moves the mic away from his face and observes it, before bringing it back to his mouth.)

Vincent: It seems to me that it says IWA on this mic! That's me, Boog! That's MINE! The IWA is MINE! I own you, and when I say come out here, I mea...

(He is cut off by the choppy guitar of "Shortstop." Boog emerges afterwards. Smile on his face.)

Rick: And the IWA champion... has arrived!

(Boog has the IWA title firmly around his waste. Boog stalks to the ring, taking his time, knowing that he can. Finally he enters. He is handed a mic. Vince continues.)

Vincent: You're the champ, Boog. Despite my constant efforts, you won the belt. That should say something, right? Maybe you are deserving of the title. Maybe you won't bring shame to this belt. Maybe you are the champion this company needed. After all, the odds were against you since day one. And you did it still.

Boog: Just like I said I would do, Mike, I did. I took whatever you threw at me, and threw it right in your face. Now, I am the champ, like you said. Nothing you can say will change that, Mike. Nothing.

Vincent: Let me fill you in on a little secret, Boog. The reason that I hate you...the reason I don't want you as my champion... it isn't because you aren't worthy of it. No, you obviously are. I knew that already. And that's why you have a job in the IWA. You make me money, Boog. I hate you for a seperate reason, Boog.

Boog: And what's that, Prez?

(Vincent pauses.)

Vincent: You were in the IWA pretty much since the beginning. Remember all the times, Boog? Remember all the great matches you've had? Remember what you've done in the IWA?

(Before Boog can answer, he is cut off by Vincent.)

Vincent: No! You didn't remember! And that's the thing, Boog! You didn't remember the IWA!

Boog: What are you talkin about, Mike?

Eddie: Yeah. What is he talking about?

Vincent: I'm talking about when you won the NWA World Heavyweight title, Boog! That was a good time, wasn't it.

Boog: Of course it was.

Vincent: WELL NOT FOR ME!!

Rick: Whoa.

(He screamed pretty loud.)

Vincent: You don't know what that belt meant to me, Boog-man. I needed it. The IWA needed it. But the World title was yours. And how did you repay the IWA? BY FORGETTING US! YOU FORGOT ME, BOOG! YOU FORGOT THIS!

(As Vincent motions to his surroundings, we notice he is breathing heavily. Boog stares intently.)

Vincent: All those years, Boog. They meant nothing to you, did they? I MADE YOU, BOOG! AND YOU FORGOT THAT!

(Vincent chuckles.)

Vincent: Well, it's time the IWA meant something to you. You will remember the IWA. But, not like you want, Boog. You might be the champion, but by the end of your reign, you will be thanking the heavens you lost the belt.

(Vincent laughs hard now. Boog has a look of discomfort on his face. He brings the mic to his mouth.)

Boog: You're crazy, Mike. The power of the IWA has gotten to your head. You're sick. Get help.

Vincent: Help, eh? Well, that's sounds like a good idea.

(Just then, the lights die out. The arena is filled with darkness.)

Rick: What the...

Eddie: Ah! Hold me!

Rick: Get off me!

(In the ring, we hear a ruckus. Seconds later, the lights return to normal. Boog-man is on the mat, out cold. Vincent is standing above him, laughing.)

Vincent: Bet you're wondering what just happened... who just knocked you out, eh Boog? Boogy man. The Boogster.

(Vincent laughs mockingly. Boog can't hear him. He's out. Vincent doesn't care.)

Vincent: Next week, you'll find out who this was, Boog. Next week. But this... This was a message, Boog. As stated in your contract, and everyone else's, I can't strip you of the title without a valid reason. So, you're gonna have to resign as champion on your own. Until you do, Boog, you're in for a long...and bumby ride!

(Vincent laughs a sinister laugh once more. "Enter Sandman" by Metallica plays one more time. Vincent begins to head to the back.)

Eddie: I'm not sure what happened, but I like it!

Rick: Boog is right. Vincent is crazy.

Rick: It's time... it's time... it's MAIN EVENT TIME!

Eddie: WOOO!

(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.) #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 the unusually calm and focused Burke, 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

[Fireworks go off in the entrance, creating a big 'X' in various colors. As the fireworks end, standing in the entrance is non other than "The Tiger" Adam Burke. Burke, all geared up for his match, looking at the crowd who cheers him back. He begins making his slow way to the ring, to the sounds of Survivor, slapping some hands on his way.]

[Boom!]

Eddie: Yikes!

[Boom!]

Eddie: Yikes!

[Boom!]

Rick: Stop it.

[As understood by the previous lines, three ear-deafening explosions take place, as fireworks "jump" upwards, as if to create a waterfall effect. Out comes Blade, his Cruiserweight title around his waist, and oddly, his tag team belt hanging on his shoulder. He takes things slowly and plays to the crowd as he makes his slow way. The response to him is much cooler then the response to the local superstar. He enters the ring, take his belts off and give both to the referee.]

Rick: This battle which has been awaited for, if finally happening. The battle of the titans, if you will.

Eddie: Yeah, miniature titans.

Rick: Both men circle the ring, attempting to start the match. Burke is able to dock a punch swang by Blade, and quickly capture hitting with a german suplex! Very nice start.

Eddie: Man, if this is gonna be another one of those technical bores, I'm going to get my refreshments!

[Burke doesn't even try to make a count, as it's too early in the match. Instead, he picks up Blade and sends him to the ropes. Jumping back, Blade finds himself on the receiving end of a dropkick which sends him out of the ring. Burke quickly follows him out and sends him in the ring, not before slamming his head on the guardrail. Burke rolls inside, and continue his assault - this time on the legs of Blade. He pulls him to the ropes, climbs to the top rope and attempts to jump on the knee of his opponent. The unlucky Tiger, hits the mat as Blade gets back to his feet in a swift move.]

Rick: The control has just shifted from "The Tiger" to the reigning cruiserweight champ.

Eddie: Say, I heard that if IWA superstars gets NWA titles, we get a raise. Is that true?

Rick: Eddie, maybe you should watch the ring, or you'll find yourself jobless.

Eddie: Nah, President Vince is a friend of mine.

Rick: I doubt it.

[Blade stomps the challanger. He then jump in a typical cruiserweight move, to the top rope, and executes a moonsault which hits the mark. Blade quickly runs to the ropes and lands with a quick legdrop. Next, he picks up Burke, kicks him in the midsection and executes an axe kick which sends 'The Tiger' to the mat. Blade again climbs to the top. This time, he awaits the laying challanger to get up. As soon as he does, Blade dives at him and both of them go over the top rope outside. Blade lands on his feet, while Burke isn't that lucky and lands on his back. Burke is picked up by Blade, who sets him on the announcers table. The champion makes his way to the top, and dives with a suicide elbow drop.]

Eddie: Daymn! I hate it when this happens!

Rick: Miss, Miss, Miss...

[Unfortunally, he misses. Not the table that is, just Burke as the latter moves out of the way. However, the misfortune is double, as this time - the table does not break, and decides to give Blade quite a back ache. Burke, slowly recovers on the floor. Blade rolls off the table, with the generous help of Rick & Eddie, holding his back. Both of them begin to move after a few minutes. Burke gets up first, and connects with a few stomps. He quickly sends Blade in, and follows him in.]

Rick: This fight can go either way, as so far momentum shifted from one side to another several times.

Eddie: Rick, let's be real. Nobody wants to hear you, since they can see what happens in the ring. So be quiet and let me do the talking!

Rick: Go ahead.

Eddie: Uh...You mean, like, now?

Rick: That's the general idea...

Eddie: The man in the black pants is running around the ring. That's Burke, isn't it?

Rick: No, that's the referee...

Eddie: Oh...

[Burke executes a Cobra Clutch on the laying champion. The referee checks several time for submission, but the champion refuse to give up. Burke leaves the hold, and runs to the ropes, he gets back and lands with a big splash on the back of Blade. Although it brings some pain to Burke, most of the damage is done to the champion. Burke lifts Blade up and sends him to the ropes. Bouncing back, he gets hit with a spinning Heel kick, but somehow remains standing. In a rapid movment, he kicks the knees of Blade - which sends him to his knees - and from there executes a DDT.]

Rick: A series of great moves from the martial artist sends the champ to the floor. If this keeps up, we might see a new champion soon.

Eddie: But it doesn't matter, since both of them don't know how to wrestle.

Rick: What ya talking about? These is one of the greatest technical - high flying matches I have ever seen!

Eddie: Yeah, but that's besides the point.

Rick: Ugh...

[Burke takes control. He picks up Blade, and sends him crashing into the turnbuckle. He stands in against the opposite turnbuckle, runs toward Blade, and hits with a forward dropkick. The Tiger jumps to his feet, and again goes over to the opposite turnbuckle. He goes again for the dropkick, but the champion can't be fooled twice, and he moves out of the way. The challanger legs got tied up in the ropes, and Blade takes advantage.]

Eddie: Oh yeah, now it's getting interesting!

Rick: Adam Burke is in a whole lot of trouble. If Blade takes advantage, this match can end very quickly.

Eddie: GO MATCH!

[Blade connect with a series of stomps to the face of Burke. Blade jumps to the outside, while the referee tries to release the ties, so Burke can wrestle again. Burke brings in a chair, and connects with several shots to the midsection of Burke. As he goes for a shot to the face of Burke, the referee pulls the chair right out of his arms. An annoyed Blade takes the chair right out of the ref hands, and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He then free Adam, and connects with a Piledriver head first into the chair.]

Eddie: Hehe! This is great! I knew Blade had it in him...

Rick: When was the last time you have seen Blade wrestle?

Eddie: ...Don't change the subject!

[Blade sets Burke near the ropes. He stands on the apron, and executes an over-the-ropes splash, which connects, to the 'aww' from the crowd. Blade picks up Burke and executes a row of German Suplexes, ended with a Northern Lights Suplex, which leads to a count]

[One...........Two............Nope.]

Rick: Almost.

Eddie: Close. I'm hungry, I'm going to buy popcorn!

Rick: [Quiet] No, Sit down...

[Blade takes time to argue that he finished the match. Burke takes time to get up and execute a reverse DDT. "The Tiger" climbs to the ropes, and decends to the mat with a diving headbutt. He then executes the sleeper hold, to no avail. Almost five minutes pass before he finally lets go. Blade seems out of it. Oddly, Burke does not go for the pin.]

Eddie: What the hell is he doing? Even I know now is the time to pin him!

Rick: Man, I think that's the first time you said something I agree with this whole match.

Eddie: Rick, you should know that that's the most repetative line in wrestling comentators history...I expected more.

Rick: [Trying to ignore, but lauging some] Blade, slowly, gets up.

[Burke smiles from the side, and a second later try to connect with Tiger's Claw. Somehow, Blade ducks it and try to connect with a clothesline. 'The Tiger' ducks that one, and connects with a kick to the midsection. He follows it up with a kick to the cheat, and finally, taking a few big steps, a stiff superkick to the jaw. The Tiger's Claw.]

[One..........]

[Twoo..................]

[THREEEEEEEEEE!!!!]

Rick: He did it! Adam Burke won the NWA Cruiserweight championship!

Rick: Adam Burke brings the World Cruiserweight belt to the I-W-A! We're outta time! So long!

(We see Adam Burke. He's handed the Cruiserweight title