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

Eddie: Mike Barcode! Titleless. Shame.

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

(The lights flicker.)

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

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

("What's This Life For" erupts.)

Rick: That can mean only one thing...

Eddie: Logan... our lovable deadheaded fool.

Rick: You dolt.

Eddie: What?

(Logan emerges. A spotlight accompanies him to the ring. Logan makes no reference to it. He slides in the ring, and runs his fingers through his long dark, greasy hair. Logan and Barcode look at each other. They exchange a few words.)

Rick: Well, all seems well there.

[BOOM!!!] [BOOM!!!] [BOOM!!!]

Eddie: Pyro-rific!

(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 current MSPW Twin Cities champ... and of course, IWA International champ, �Violent� Evan Hurley. Clad his long green tights adorned with a black V design on the left side. Evan quickly lifts the gold belts over his head and continues to the ring. At his side, his lovely manager, Amy Keenan.)

Rick: This'll be an interesting match, for sure. Hurley and Mike Barcode, they are known to be friends...

Eddie: I don't know about friends. But business partners, anyway.

(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.)

Rick: Listen to this ovation for the new NWA Cruiserweight champ!

Eddie: This kid's popularity is sky-rocketting!

#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 Burke louder than ever before. 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 meets up with Evan Hurley at ringside. The two exchange heated words.)

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

(Hurley suddenly smiles. We hear him mentionning "business before pleasure" to Burke. Burke agrees, as he rubs his NWA Cruiserweight title.)

Rick: Are they gonna survive this??

Eddie: It... it can't be!

(The two cousins hop into the ring. Hurley decides to start. Mike Barcode starts for the other team.)

DING DING DING

(Hurley and Barcode approach each other. They shake hands.)

Rick: A show of respect here.

(They lock up in a collar/elbow tie-up. Hurley and Barcode circle in the lockup, until Barcode is trapped in the corner. Hurley swings with a knife-edge, but Barcode ducks and escapes the corner. He kicks Hurley in the gut, knocking him into the corner. Barcode nails a knife-edge chop of his own, followed by a couple more.)

Rick: Barcode showin' Hurley how to chop.

(Barcode whips Hurley into the opposite corner. He charges, but Hurley brings the boot to his face. Hurley with an inverted Atomic drop, followed by a belly-to-back suplex to the mat. Hurley tags in Burke. Burke hops onto the top rope. Barcode gets to his feet and Burke leaps off.)

Eddie: Burke plants the missile dropkick! Cover! One! Two! Not even close.

Rick: The new NWA Cruiserweight champ, pulls Barcode up. Burke tosses him in the ropes...no... it's reversed. Burke flies back, ducks a clothesline. He bounces off the next ropes... Burke leaps with a cross-body!

Eddie: The bigger Barcode caught him! Backbreaker!

Rick: That hurts.

(Barcode tags in Logan. Logan hops in. He begins to stomp on Adam Burke rapidly. Burke tries to roll out of the ring, but Logan grabs his arm. Burke punches him in the head, and handsprings to his feet. Burke charges and clotheslines Logan to the mat. Logan returns to his feet. Burke leaps in the air with a roundhouse, but Logan ducks it, then punches him in the chest. The impact knocks Burke into the corner. Logan ascends him and begins punching.)

Rick: Tradition rules! ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SE...

Eddie: Burke just PLANTED Logan with a spinebuster!

Rick: Tradition backfires!

(Hurley asks for a tag. Burke chooses not to. He brings Logan up to his feet and whips him in the ropes. Burke drops down for a back-body drop, but Logan boots him in the chest. Logan locks him in, and a belly-to-belly suplex takes down the Cruiserweight champ of the World. Logan takes in Barcode.)

Rick: Here comes former Extreme champ, Mike Barcode. Barcode whips Burke into the corner. He charges... this time he connects with the splash. Barcode bulldogs Burke to the mat. Cover.

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

Eddie: Burke has a lot left still.

Rick: Barcode pulls him up... tag to Logan. These guys are working as a team! A real team!

Eddie: Buttons to pergustus!

Rick: Wow. That made no sense AND had no place in that conversation. Impressive.

(Barcode holds Burke's arm as Logan chops it off the top rope. Logan grabs the arm, the right arm, and twists Burke to the mat. He drops a log over the arm and wrenches it back. Hurley suddenly enters the ring and kicks Logan in the back of the head.)

Eddie: That's one way of doing things.

Rick: What's another way, Eddie?

Eddie: It's tricky actually. It involves 16 pounds of meat, and no toilet.

(The ref enters the situation, trying to shove Hurley out of the ring. This, of course, fails miserably, as Hurley shoves him down. Barcode enters the mix. Hurley and Barcode smile. They both exit the ring.)

Rick: Respect comes in to play once again.

(Logan brings Burke up to his feet. Logan with a go-behind. But Burke reaches down and grabs Logan's ankles. He flips Logan to the mat, spins him around and locks on a Boston crab.)

Eddie: My my... the tables have turned!

(The crowd cheers wildly as Burke has the Boston crab locked on to the death!)

Eddie: He's right. To the death.

Rick: Who's right?

(But Barcode is quick to enter the ring and break it up.)

Eddie: There's that teamwork thing you keep mentionning, Rick.

(Burke begins to crawl to his corner, and Logan the same. Hurley and Barcode both leaning far over to get the tag.)

Rick: This is a race!

Eddie: A very slow race! But Burke is ahead! He's almost there.

(With one last effort, Burke lunges to tag in his cousin Evan. But no! Burke stops only a moment before. He gets to his feet, shaking his head at Hurley.)

Rick: Hurley wants the tag, but Burke won't do it!

Eddie: That's insane! He's been getting killed!

(The crowd is cheering as Burke turns around and grabs Logan's leg. Hurley screams from his corner at his partner. The Tiger tries to pull Logan to the center of the ring, but Logan kicks him away. Logan lunges out and tags in Barcode. Mike Barcode enters and charges at Burke. Burke ducks a lariat and boots Barcode in the gut. Burke nails a right to the temple, followed by a second, then a third stiff blow. Burke picks a wobbly Barcode off his feet, and slams him down on his back.)

Eddie: Vicious spinebuster from the NWA Cruiserweight champion!

Rick: Burke charges the ropes now... he springboards back... Lionsault! The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

(Logan breaks the count at the last possible second.)

Rick: Burke and Hurley almost squeezed by there.

Eddie: You mean Adam Burke almost squeezed by.

(Burke grabs Logan by the hair and bangs his head off the turnbuckles. He scoops Logan up, and drops back, tossing him over the top rope to the outside.)

Rick: The Tiger sending Logan to the outside! What a fallaway slam!

(Burke celebrates with the crowd, but Barcode comes in a knees him in the back. Barcode takes Burke to the mat with an inverted T-bone suplex. He gets to his feet and stomps away on his opponent.)

Eddie: 2 on 1 there. And Burke can't even fight them off. Juggles!

Rick: The great superstars like Barcode and Logan can take out anyone, Eddie.

Eddie: Not my Aunt Betty from Saskatchewan, lemme tell ya. That woman, 600 pounds if an ounze, could hog-tie a polar bear AND cook a fabulous artic-style steak in less than an hour.

Rick: ...Liar.

(Barcode bounces Burke off the ropes. Burke comes back to a knee to the gut. Barcode scoops him up and powerbombs him to the mat.)

Eddie: Huge powerbomb there!

Rick: He ain't through!

(Barcode lifts him up one more time, using all his stregth, and powerbombs him down a second time.)

Rick: Burke's in a world of trouble now!

(Barcode begins to climb to the top rope. The crowd stands on their feet as Mike Barcode measures up. He leaps off with a huge frog splash. Burke moves!)

Rick: Adam Burke narrowly escapes that! He's crawling to his corner! The tag to Hurley!

(Hurley quickly hops to the top rope. He waits for the right time. Finding it, Evan leaps off, grabbing Barcode's head in his right arm, and driving it to the mat.)

Rick: THE VIOLENT ACT!! THE TOP-ROPE BULLDOG!

Eddie: This could be it!

(Hurley hooks the legs.)

1!

2!

3!

Rick: Amazing! The cousins pull it off!

Eddie: Evan comes to the rescue!

(Hurley celebrates in the ring, and pulls his International title, and MSPW title away from the official in a violent way. Evan eyes his tag partner, Adam Burke.)

Rick: Uh oh. Evan's planning something.

Eddie: Something devious, I hope.

(Burke turns over on his back and sees Evan - his hand extended in offering.)

Rick: Does Evan wanna patch things up with his cousin! For the Tag Titles!

(Burke grabs his arm and Hurley pulls him up. The two embrace, and the crowd cheers.)

Rick: The reunion of Evan Hurley and Adam Burke!

Eddie: This sucks!

(As they unlock, Burke holds his Cruiserweight title to the crowd. Behind his back Hurley swings the International title towards him. Somehow, Burke ducks it. The Tiger kicks Evan in the gut, and clocks him with the Cruiserweight belt, much to the crowd's liking.)

Eddie: Evan was planning something devious!

Rick: But it backfired, and the crowd loved it!

(Burke is about to swing at the downed Hurley, but Amy Keenan, piles on top of his managee.)

Rick: Evan's manager saving him from further attack.

Eddie: What kind of man hits his cousin with a title belt? Huh?

Rick: It was well provoked, Eddie.

(Burke shakes his head and rolls out, as "Eye of The Tiger" blares through the speakers once again.)

(We begin in Vincent's office. Only, he's not there. Instead, stands a young man. His short, dark hair are all we see, as he is face down in paperwork. Seconds later, the door is heard opening. The man looks up.)

Rick: There's our Commissionner, Aaron Levin.

(The man who barged in turns out to be Super Shoink. The number one contender to the Cruiserweight title. He stands at the opposite side of the desk.)

Super Shoink: Who are you? You're not Vincent. Are you?

Levin: No, no. I am Aaron Levin. The Commissionner of the IWA. Mr. Vincent is napping right now.

Super Shoink: Oh. He's lucky. I guess I'll come back later.

Levin: I have a lot of power, Mr. Shoink. You can speak to me about whatever it is you want.

Super Shoink: I came about the Cruiserweight title. I won a title shot, you know. But, since Burke won the NWA Cruiserweight title, he'll have to vacate the IWA belt.

Levin: Quite correct. The IWA Cruiserweight title is now vacant.

Super Shoink: So...

Levin: Yes?

Super Shoink: So what happens to me??

Levin: You'll get your title shot in two weeks.

Super Shoink: Title shot? Shouldn't I just be handed the belt? I mean, as number one contender and all. I say it just fall to me. It's only fair. I'm a fair guy, you know.

(Aaron Levin chuckles.)

Levin: Since you seem to be so fair, I'll be fair myself. Tonight, you'll get a title shot. Tonight, you will wrestle "The Natural" Mike Bell, for the IWA Extreme title. And you're next, buddy.

(The crowd pops.)

Super Shoink: A hardcore match against Bell?? Awww! Can I just have the Cruiserweight belt instead?

Levin: . . . Get out of my office.

(Shoink looks angry. He turns around and heads for the door, murmurring as he does.)

Super Shoink: Not even your damn office.

(Cut to ringside.)

Eddie: EXTREME TITLE, BABY! Bell vs. Super Shoink!

Rick: Great opportunity for Super Shoink. But on the other hand, quite an obsticle stands before the Extreme title.

(Suddenly, the crisp guitar sounds of Ozzy Osbourne's new song "Gets Me Through" blares over the PA. The crowd bursts into cheers, knowing who it is.)

Rick: The Revolution is here!

Eddie: Adam Knight is a bum.

(Knight stalks out through the entrance. He is dressed in his street close. Knight storms to the ring, mic in hand. He pays no attention to the fans and slides in the ring.)

Knight: Cut the music.

(It cuts.)

Knight: I'm not usually an angry man. But the nature of wrestling sometimes gets the best of my emotions. And tonight, I am on a mission.

Rick: What's he talkin' about?

Knight: Tyler Cross. Last week, you cost me the International title. I had Evan Hurley beat, the title in my grasp. But you, along with some Serg Dakeon character, had to stick your nose in my business.

Rick: That's true. It looked like Knight was gonna walk away International champ.

Knight: Tyler Cross, you must think you can do whatever you want. You think because you have the NWA North American Championship, you can come into a new federation and have it your way. Well, Cross, I won't let you!

(The crowd pops in response.)

Knight: What I'm saying is this: Cross, you and me . . . in this very ring . . . tonight!

(Again the crowd cheers.)

Knight: Oh, it gets better, Cross. I want to make this . . . a loser leaves IWA match!

Rick: What??

PA: I FEEL SO GOOD, I FEEL SO NUMB, YEAH!

Eddie: And here comes the North American champ himself. Tyler Cross.

(Cross emerges onto the entrance ramp, with the belt over his shoulder. He stops on the stage, and stares at The Revolution. A smile is on Cross' face. Rob Zombie's tune fades away.)

Cross: Adam Knight, wants me out of the IWA.

(The crowd screams "Yeah!")

Cross: Well, you know what. Tyler Cross wants you out of the IWA, too! You gotta deal!

Rick: We've got a match!

(The crowd pops.)

Cross: Tonight, I'm gonna rid the IWA of a plague.

(The audience sends boos towards the North American champ.)

Knight: Great! This is your last night in the IWA, Cross. Enjoy it while it lasts. Oh, and Cross. Turn around for me.

(Cross quickly turns around, and the Boog-Man spears him to the ground. The arena erupts in cheers. Boog returns to his feet, a smile on his face as he backs through the entrance.)

Knight: A little payback from last week.

(Cut.)

Rick: Welcome back! We've got quite a show still ahead, folks. Mike Bell defends the Extreme title against Super Shoink. Boog-Man will wrestle in a no DQ weapons match against, I presume, his attacker from last Monday Night.

Eddie: And, of course, the match set just moments ago. NWA North American champion, Tyler Cross, versus the number one contender to the NWA World title, Adam Knight.

Rick: The loser of that match, will be banned from the IWA!

(We cut abruptly backstage. President Vincent has returned to his office. He is pacing nervously, as Commish Levin stands in front of him.)

Vincent: This can't be! I'm not losing one of my two biggest stars!

Levin: We don't have a choice, sir.

(Vincent haults his pacing and stares at Levin.)

Vincent: What do you mean, no choice?? There's gotta be something!

Levin: It's in the contracts, Mr. Vincent. If both parties agree, there's just nothing we can do.

Vincent: Damn it! What about a DQ finish?

Levin: Then a rematch would follow later on. My suggestion, sir, would be to prevent outside interference. By allowing them to have a one-on-one wrestling match, the better man should emerge victorious. And in the IWA, better is definitely better. And just imagine the grandeur of the match.

Vincent: You're right! How fast can we have a cell built?

Levin: In an hour, sir.

Vincent: Than that's what we'll do! Knight and Cross will battle inside a steel cell!

Levin: Excellent. I'll make the arangements.

(Cut back to ringside.)

Eddie: Inside of a steel cell? Sweeeet.

Rick: No one in. No one out. Victory by pin submission. Things are shaping up hot tonight!

("Song 2" by Blur rocks the arena. A nice pop, as Super Shoink emerges from the back. He walks to the ring with a long wooden stick. Shoink looks around nerviously.)

Rick: Doesn't look like he's looking forward to this contest.

(As Shoink passes by, a fan pulls his stick away from him. Shoink grabs the stick and starts tugging. The two tug back and forth, until Shoink rips it away from the man. Super Shoink hussles to the ring to avoid further attack.)

Eddie: He brought a stick! From a tree!

Rick: Big sucker. That thing's gotta be 2 inches in diameter.

[The lights a dimmed and a light hum is heard through the 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. 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: This should prove entertaining.

Eddie: Violence and Shoink? Hells yeah!

"DING DING DING," goes the bell.

(The bell sounds. Shoink swings the stick at Bell. The Natural ducks it and kicks him in the stomach. Bell grabs the stick and pulls it from his opponent. He swings, but Shoink ducks the blow. Shoink grabs the stick. Both men have two hands on the stick, as they twist back to back. Bell quick drops Shoink with a neckbreaker.)

Rick: I�ve never seen a branch in a match before.

Eddie: Oh holy hell. You don�t know what you�ve missed!

(Bell spins the stick around in a artistic fashion, waiting for SS to get up. When he does, Bell swings low, trying to take out Shoink�s legs. But SS hops over. Bell swings high this time, but it�s ducked. But Bell spins around with a thunderous blow, and catches Shoink in the side of the ribs. With Shoink dazed, Bell sweeps low, taking out his feet. One final blow crashes down on the chest cavity of the challenger.)

Eddie: C�mon. Do somethin� cool with the stick!

(Bell places the 6 foot stick across the top ropes in a corner. He picks Shoink up, and locks on a full-nelson.)

Eddie: This looks cool.

(Full-nelson applied, Bell takes out Shoink�s legs, and drives him head first into the stick, breaking it in half.)

Rick: Wow. Who knew?

Eddie: I did!

(Bell grabs Shoink and pulls him to his feet. He launches Shoink into the ropes. Shoink flies back. Bell elevates him, and drops him across the top rope. Shoink bounces backwords into a neckbreaker. Bell pulls him up and locks on a waistlock. He hoists him in the air and suplex�s him to the mat. Bell holds on, rolling him back to his feet. The champion locks him in a headlock, and bulldogs him to the mat. Bell now rolls out of the ring. He pulls out a table from under the ring, and slides it inside.)

Rick: Looks like Bell�s making the switch back over to hardcode.

Eddie: He should stay there. It�s a hardcore match, damn it.

Rick: Extreme match, actually. Our rules aren�t like the NWA�s Hardcore rules. For starters, people can�t interfere in Extreme matches. That�s just stupid. I don�t care how hardcore someone is. He won�t be able to fend off three guys at once, two of which aren�t even in the match. It�s just ridiculous.

Eddie: Yeah, it really is.

(Bell has the table set up, leaning against the corner. He picks up Shoink, who has already been busted open, and props him in the opposite corner.)

Rick: We�re in for some high impact here.

(Bell tries to whip him across the ring, but it�s reversed. Bell�s tossed towards the table, but he stops just short of the impact. Behind him Shoink is charging. He spears Bell from behind, driving him through the table in a violent mess.)

Eddie: WOO!!!

Rick: What a move that was!

(As the crowd chants �HOLY SHIT,� Shoink lays his limp arm over the champion.)

ONE!

TWO!

THRR-----NO!

Rick: Mike Bell kicks out at the very� last moment!

Eddie: More hardcore action on the way!

(Shoink pulls himself up to his feet. He sees Bell still laying on the mat. Shoink tosses himself out of the ring. He grabs the padding around ringside, and removes a section, exposing the concrete.)

Rick: Someone is going to die.

(Shoink rolls in the ring with a steel chair. He swings down at a fallen Bell, but The Natural sweeps out his legs, knocking him to the mat and the chair flying across the ring. Bell gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes. He leaps across and catches Shoink with a dropkick to the side of the head. Bell pulls him up and locks him in an abdominal stretch.)

Rick: Bell�s slowin� things down a little bit, here.

Eddie: Speed things up!

(Bell inches his way across the ring, still stretching out his challenger. Suddenly, he pulls Shoink over his shoulder and powerbombs him on top of the steel chair.)

Rick: What impact! It�s over!

Eddie: ONE . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . Shoink kicks out!

Rick: He barely got the shoulder up there.

(Bell sets the chair up a couple feet from the corner. He brings an almost lifeless Shoink up to his feet. Bell scoops him over his shoulder in a fireman�s carry. He charges towards the chair, but Shoink slips off. Bell turns around and blocks a right hand. He clocks Shoink with a shot and whips him into the opposite corner. Shoink charges out and ducks a Bell clothesline. Shoink steps on the chair and propels himself onto the top rope. Taking only a moment to get his balance, he leaps backwards with a moonsault, and takes down the Extreme champion.)

Eddie: Wow. Innovative.

Rick: Damn impressive!

(Shoink makes the cover. 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NO!)

Eddie: Amazingly, he kicked out! Amazingly!

(Shoink, pumped up now, pulls Bell up. He throws Bell into the ropes. Bell halts himself using the ropes. Blood from his head shoots everywhere from the whiplash. Shoink takes the opportunity to charge towards the Extreme champion. Bell, however, drops his head and propels Super Shoink over the top rope with a back-body drop. Shoink flies in the air, and crashes down hard on the exposed concrete.)

Eddie: Holy hell! I think he broke his foot!

Rick: I think he broke his back!

Eddie: Either way, he�s not moving!

(Bell slides out of the ring. He makes a cover, but the ref doesn�t count.)

Rick: Extreme rules say that a pinfall can only be attained inside the ring!

(Bell pulls Shoink up, and rolls him in the ring. The Natural follows him up, and hooks the legs.)

ONE
TWO
THREE!

Rick: Mike Bell does it! He pulls off the victory!

Eddie: That was entertaining, no?

Rick: It was, if not sickening.

(Bell is shown in the ring, raising the Extreme title in his right hand, holding the ropes so not to fall with his left hand. Blood covers his face. Cut to Super Shoink, laying on the concrete, moving very slowly. Medics rush to his aid as we go to a band-aid commercial.)

Rick: Welcome back, fans. Before we continue along with our next match, lets, for a second, take a look at the significance of our announced main event.

Eddie: He's talking about Tyler Cross, the North American champn of the NWA, taking on the number one contender to the World title, Adam "The Revolution" Knight.

Rick: That's right. It'll be in a steel cell - that's a cage with a top, also known as hell-in-a-cell - and the loser will have his contract terminated and he will be banned from wrestling in the IWA.

Eddie: Two huge stars, two amazing wrestlers... but only one can survive in the IWA.

Rick: Just think of what would happen if Tyler Cross was victorious tonight. Adam Knight, who has been at the forefront of IWA TV this year, will be gone. And Tyler Cross will almost surely take his spot as one of the biggest stars in the IWA.

Eddie: Yeah. I'm likin' the sound of that. Lets wish for that.

Rick: On the other hand, if Knight wins, that means that Tyler Cross will be banned from the IWA, just weeks after making his debut here in NWA Toronto. And a win for Knight might be the icing on the cake in terms of Knight's confidence level going into his World title match.

Eddie: Important match, no doubt.

Rick: That's our main event. Now, the present. Earlier in the night, it was Adam Burke and Evan Hurley somehow keeping things cool to best Logan and Mike Barcode to get a shot at the IWA titles.

Eddie: Ha. That was funny. You said "now the present" and started talking about the past. Ha!

Rick: Thanks for pointing that out, oh great sidekick of mine.

Eddie: Hey! Don't get things wrong. You're my sidekick, bub!

Rick: Next up, Buzz Tyler and Matt Saunders will battle Steve Riggs and Beau Adkins for the opposite spot.

Eddie: Saunders is my hero!

Rick: Eddie, remember the time when you were afraid to sleep in the dark because of monsters in your room, and I happened to stop by to steal my TV back and I turned on your lights, and you started calling me your hero!

Eddie: We were kids, Rick.

Rick: That was two days ago.

Eddie: Ugh.

(As we sit in the darkness, we are startled by Lenny Kravitz. In responce, the crowd boos. Buzz Tyler emerges, and stalks angrily to the ring. Buzz is always angry. He's a heel.)

Eddie: I want to feed his organs to pigs!

Rick: My uncle's got a pig farm, you know.

(Buzz slides in. Moments later.)

# Word up son, word...

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

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

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

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

[Boom.]

# Check it out now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Saunders is now at the ring. He smiles at Buzz and hops on a turnbuckle to an ovation. Buzz pulls him down and has a few angry words.]

Rick: It doesn't look like they're gonna make it through this match.

Eddie: Buzz Tyler's temper? I doubt it.

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

Rick: The Outlaw was successful last week in his debut here, against Ozmodious. Albeit by countout, but he got the 'W' none the less.

(Adkins walks down to the ring, spinning his hat in his hands. The Outlaw waits at ringside for his partner.)

(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. Riggs and Adkins have a little chat, and they slide in the ring simultaneously. Buzz and Saunders begin stomping them immediately.)

DING DING!

(Adkins and Riggs fight to their feet. Riggs kicks Saunders in the gut. Saunders fights back and the two roll into the corner. Adkins and Buzz fight to opposite corner.)

Rick: Looks like Riggs and Adkins are planning on causing a little train wreck!

(Riggs throws Saunders out of the corner, while Adkins throws Buzz. But Buzz reverses it and Adkins collides with Saunders. Showtime taking the worst of that one.)

Rick: The big texan hardly even touched.

Eddie: Riggs charging Buzz... Tyler with a back-body drop, and Riggs is out of the ring.

(Saunders rolls out of the ring. Adkins and Buzz are left. Adkins, from behind drops Buzz with a neckbreaker.)

Rick: This one might be over already!

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

(Buzz is brought to his feet. Adkins whips him in the corner. He charges but Buzz rolls out of the ring, preventing an attack. The crowd boos.)

Eddie: Coward.

(Buzz grabs The Outlaw's ankle, and pulls him out of the ring. A quick jawbreaker from Buzz and he rolls him the ring. Tyler sprints off the ropes and catches Adkins with a baseball slide dropkick to the head. This sends Beau into the guardrail. Now Riggs comes in to play, yanking Buzz out of the ring. Riggs and Buzz begin exchanging right hands.)

Eddie: Oh boy!

(Oh boy is right! Matt Saunders leaps off the top rope and splashes on Steve Riggs and Buzz Tyler.)

Rick: Saunders just nailed his partner! And I doubt by accident.

(Saunder rolls in the ring and stands tall. The crowd cheers him. But Adkins is in the ring behind him. And he plows through Saunders with a clothesline, knocking him to the outside. Now, Adkins is alone in the ring. He raises his arms. Mixed reaction from the crowd.)

Rick: Beau Adkins is a powerful one, isn't he?

Eddie: Isn't he? You're asking me? Look what he just did to Saunders!

Rick: Yeah, you're right.

Eddie: I'm always right.

Rick: Quick, 18 plus 55!

Eddie: 83!

Rick: WRONG!

Eddie: Shit.

(Adkins stares at a fallen Matt Saunders on the outside. In the ring, Buzz Tyler is perched on the top rope. Adkins doesn't see him. Buzz waits... waits... waits... and leaps off.)

Rick: Missile dropkick, from Buzz Tyler!

(Buzz gets up. Now he is the lone man standing. He lets out a "wooo" trying to be Ric Flair or something.)

Eddie: I "wooooo" too.

Rick: Huh?

(Buzz brings Adkins up. He scoops up The Outlaw and slams him in the middle of the ring. Buzz bounces off the ropes and catches the outlaw with an elbow to the chest. Now, Buzz tags in Saunders, by punching him in the side of the head, and flipping him inside the ring.)

Rick: That's not nice.

Eddie: You pillow biter!

(Adkins crawls over and tags Steve Riggs. Riggs picks Saunders up and swings. Saunders ducks, and Riggs nails Buzz, knocking him off the apron.)

Eddie: That's the way to do things!

(Saunders now kicks Riggs in the gut and DDT's him to the mat. Buzz has returned to the apron. Saunders clocks him with a right, knocking him right back off.)

Eddie: Ha! My hero!

Rick: That sounds really gay, you know.

(Saunders brings Riggs up to his feet. Riggs ducks a lariat, and drops Matt with a belly-to-back suplex. Riggs quickly propels himself up to the top rope. He leaps off, and connects with a giant splash.)

Rick: He nailed it! It's over!

ONE!

TWO!

TWACK!

Rick: Oh no! Buzz Tyler just clocked Riggs in the head!

Eddie: That's a DQ! This one's over.

Rick: Why did Buzz just do that?

Eddie: He's a prick!

(Riggs rolls off of Saunders. Showtime tries to get to his feet, but Buzz clocks him with the chair in the back. Another shot nails Saunders in the back of the head. Buzz rolls out of the ring, crowd booing. He heads to the back, looking grumpier than ever.)

Rick: Buzz got sick of Saunders very quickly. So, he said, "forget this," and took him out.

Eddie: No tag title for him!

Rick: So, in two weeks, on the 7th of January, 2002, it'll be Steve Riggs and Beau Adkins versus Adam Burke and Evan Hurley for the IWA Tag Team title!

(In the back, we see Adam Burke. The Tiger, if you will. Burke, the NWA Cruiserweight belt over one shoulder, IWA Cruiserweight title over the other, is having a conversation with a pop machine.)

Burke: Do you have change for a 20?

(No responce.)

Burke: I'll take that as a "yes."

(Burke folds the 20 dollar bill a bunch of times and tries to squeeze it in the coin slot. He fails. Then, Ozmodious walks by.)

Burke: Hey! Mr. Ozgolkious. Uh... Ozmonious... molious... modious! Yeah!

(Ozmodious stares at Burke through his mask. He says nothing.)

Burke: You, uh, got change for a 20 dude?

(Ozmodious says nothing, and continues along. Burke grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around.)

Burke: C'mon, dude...

(WHACK! Ozmodious clocks Burke with a right, sending him to the ground hard. The former NWA Cruiserweight champ begins to lay it to the new champ. Burke tries to block, but with Ozzy mounted on top of him, he can not fully.)

Rick: Ozmodious is takin' it to Burke!

Eddie: Ozzy's a little edgy. You know, since his manager and him had that little fight.

(Suddenly, Super Shoink comes in the shot. He rips Ozmodious off of Adam Burke, and shoves him across the hall. Ozmodious, recollecting himself, realizes he should not be there, and walks off. Super Shoink pulls Burke to his feet.)

Burke: Wow, thanks. You're like Superman, or something.

Shoink: I like to think so.

Burke: Except... I've never seen Superman bleed like you are right now.

(It appears Shoink is still bleeding from his battles with Mike Bell.)

Shoink: You don't know the half of it. There's a nail stuck in my ass cheek.

Burke: How did that happen? I didn't see any nails in your match.

Shoink: Iyeeee....don't know.

(Burke shrugs it off.)

Burke: Hey. Didn't you win a shot against me for the IWA Cruiserweight title?

Shoink: Yeah. Only, you're not the champ anymore. The title is vacant, due to your winning of the NWA title and all.

Burke: Ha! As long as I have the IWA Cruiserweight title in my hands, I am the champion!

(Suddenly, President Vincent runs up and grabs the IWA Cruiserweight title from Burke.)

Vincent: Yoink!

(Vincent sprints off with the IWA CW title. Burke hardly saw him. He lowers his head in disappointment.)

Burke: Awww. I really wanted to keep that.

Shoink: Ya still got the NWA Cruiserweight title.

Burke: Yeah, but I wanted both!

Shoink: If it's any consolation, I'll win the title. Whenever I get my dang shot!

Burke: I'm sad. So very very sad.

(Burke walks off staring at the floor. The camera now focusses on Shoink. He's smiling. Suddenly, he collapses to the floor without warning, due to loss of blood.)

(Cut to ringside.)

Eddie: What a heartbreaking story.

Rick: Heartbreaking?

Eddie: I almost want to cry.

Rick: Ooookay. Folks, we just found out that, in addition to the IWA Tag Team title match, there has been another announced match for the first Rush of the new year. Super Shoink will get that title shot he's been looking for, and his opponent for the vacant Cruiserweight title will be... OZMODIOUS!

Eddie: Ooh!

Rick: Of course, no Rush next week. Maybe Vincent will do a highlight package, or something.

Eddie: Vincent's very lazy you know.

Rick: Very true. Very true. Let's just go to the ring.

Eddie: To the ring for something special! It's time Boog, and the rest of the world, finds out who his attacker was... and will be.

Rick: This match is an Extreme rules match, folks! Expect some brutality.

(Suddenly, the lights fade out. Silence follows.)

(Then, "Heretic Song" by Slipknot blares over the PA.)

Eddie: It's....

(A man steps out. 6'1", 230 pounds of him.)

Eddie: Chris....Fury!

Rick: He's Boog's opponent! Vincent chose Chris Fury to take him out!

(Fury walks slowly to the ring. Behind him, he drags a garbage can. Full of toys, surely. Fury sets the garbage can at ringside, and enters the ring.)

Eddie: He's gonna save the fun stuff for later! What a showman!

("Shortstop" by Steve Taylor plays next. The fans are sent into a frenzy, as the IWA Heavyweight Champion comes through the curtains. Boog has the IWA title over his shoulder. He wears a smirk on his face as he scans through the screaming crowd.)

Eddie: You mean, Chris Fury was Boog's attacker last week?

Rick: If he was trying to get Boog's attention... I think he's got it.

(Boog stalks to the ring. He's staring at Fury now, smirk still on his face. Boog reaches ringside. He slides in the ring.)

DING DING DING

Rick: We're off!

(Boog charges and tackles Fury to his feet. Boog lays in rights, the crowd screaming.)

Eddie: And in a big way!

(Fury rolls Boog on his back. He lays in the stiff right hands. Boog rolls back in the mount position and lays in more rights. But Fury grabs the ring apron and pulls himself out of the ring. The crowd boos as a result.)

Eddie: What a smart man. Avoiding attack like that.

Rick: Didn't you call Buzz Tyler a coward for that same reason?

Eddie: I don't like you Rick.

(Fury walks around a corner of the ring, and slides in. He pounces to his feet. Boog is standing opposite him, in his corner, just waiting. Then, he approaches Fury. Fury raises his hand, looking to lock up in a mercy fight.)

Eddie: Ooh! I love this!

(Boog slowly meets Fury's hand, and the two lock up. Fury extends the other hand, and Boog meets with his. The two begin a brief battle in the merci stance. Boog gains the advantage, backing Fury in the corner. But Chris Fury kicks Boog in the gut. Fury grabs Boog's head, springboards off the ropes and lands an inverted neckbreaker.)

Rick: Cheap tactics.

Eddie: But they work.

(Fury rolls out of the ring to his garbage can. Fury reaches in and pulls out...some road signs. A "STOP" sign, only it says "ARRET." The french term. Another one is yeild. Fury approaches the ring, but Boog dropkicks the signs into Fury's face.)

Rick: Nice attack from the IWA Champion. Bet Fury didn't see that!

(Boog grabs both signs. He waits for Fury to get up. Fury's back is turned, and WHAM! Boog sandwiches Fury's head with the signs. Fury falls to his knees. But Boog pulls him back up, and throws him behind with a release German suplex. Fury flies right into the trash can behind him.)

Eddie: Oh! That was an awesome suplex! Don't get me wrong. Boog still sucks... but that was an awesome suplex!

(Boog raises his fists in the air to a crowd pop. Now, Boog grabs Fury and pulls him up. Boog whips him across the aisle into the guardrail. Now, Boog reaches into the garbage can, pulling out the bottom of a rake. Boog smiles.)

Rick: Uh oh. This could get bloody. Fast!

(Boog walks across to Fury. Fury however, kicks him in the gut, and then cracks him in the face. Fury attempts to suplex Boog into the crowd, but Boog blocks, and suplex's Fury backwards. Boog grabs the rake again. He tosses Fury inside the ring and follows. Boog lays the rake on the mat, points up. He stuffs Fury's head between his legs.)

Rick: Oh jeeze.

Eddie: Oooohhh...

(Boog lifts Fury up in the air, and lets him go. Fury falls from six feet in the air, and lands on the rake and its spikes!)

Eddie: SWEEEET!

(Fury quickly rolls to his stomach. The rake is stuck in his back. Blood is appearing in his shirt next to several holes. The crowd begins a "HOLY SHIT" chant.)

Rick: That was disgusting!

Eddie: I am impressed! That was amazingly sick! So beautiful!

(Fury looks pretty bad after the powerbomb on the rake. Boog rolls him over to cover, when the lights go completely out.)

Rick: What the...

Eddie: Aw! Someone touched me! Someone touched me!

Rick: Sorry.

(After six or seven seconds, the lights return.)

Rick: OH MY GOD! IT'S DARREL BESOLVE!!!

Eddie: THE FUTURE!!!

(The crowd is torn with a mixed reaction as Darrel Besolve stands behind Boog with a 2x4 in his hands, ready to swing.)

Rick: BOOG! TURN AROUND! TURN THE HELL AROUND!

(Boog turns around, but too late. Besolve swings, and clocks Boog in the side of the head. Boog flies backwards and crumbles to the mat. The crowd is now booing, as Besolve stands in the ring with a devious smile on his face.)

Eddie: Did you hear that shot??

Rick: Hear it? I almost felt that sucker!

(Besolve grabs a limp Boog and stuffs his head under his right arm. With one burst, Besolve lifts Boog's body in the air, and plants him dead on his head.)

Rick: The Light of Judgement! Besolve just drove Boog's head into the mat!

Eddie: It was Darrel Besolve all along! Besolve attacked Boog! Not Fury! Oh! Vincent and his devious plans!

Rick: Smart move on the part of our president. In poor taste, but, he had me fooled.

(Black Sabbath's "Ironman" plays, as Besolve rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos, as he strolls to the back confidently.)

(We hear knocking, and cut backstage. It is Anthony Cosgrove, banging furiously on Vincent's office door. Antoine Murrain stands next to him, waiting anxiously for an answer.)

Antoine: Vincent bests be here!

(Anthony glances at his tag team partner, and turns back to the door.)

Anthony: OPEN UP, VINCE!

(The door opens. Cosgrove nearly punches the much larger, Nailz, opening the door.)

Cosgrove: Where's Vincent?

(Nailz steps aside and the tag team, Paradox, enters the room. Vincent is chatting with IWA Commissionner, Aaron Levin, who is seated opposite him. Vincent and Levin finish their conversation.)

Levin: So what now with Darrel Besolve, sir?

Vincent: He's here for one reason. To take out Boog!

Levin: I strongly believe you should let this grudge against Boog slide - for the IWA's sake.

Vincent: NEVER!

(Vincent raises his fists in the air. Paradox lean over the desk and stare at Vincent. Vincent straightens himself.)

Vincent: I bet I know why you're here.

Cosgrove: Of course you do!

Murrain: We want our NWA Tag Team title shot! And we want it... TONIGHT!

Levin: Excuse me boys. This is the IWA, and you're talking to the man who pays you! Show some respect!

Murrain: Respect this...

(Murrain is about to backhand him, but Cosgrove holds him back.)

Cosgrove: That ain't necessary, Antoine.

Murrain: Hell yeah, it is! We deserve our title shot!

Vincent: You deserve your title shot, eh? And how's that? By defeating Dangerous Minds?? A team that can't cut it in the big time. Or was it when you beat the washed up clowns, Gary Brown and his mexican compadre??

Cosgrove: We're the best tag team you got! That's why we deserve the title shot!

Levin: If I recall, boys, you were defeated by a makeshift team in Adam Burke and Matt Saunders. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but wouldn't that make them the best?

Vincent: Murrain, Cosgrove... point is, no title shot for you!

Cosgrove: WHAT??

(Cosgrove grabs Vincent by the collar.)

Vincent: Release me, or you'll be fired!

Cosgrove: You woudn't fire your only REAL tag team!

Vincent: You don't think so?

(Cosgrove decides not to take the chance and releases him.)

Vincent: If you guys want your title shot, I suggest you go out week after week... and EARN it!

Cosgrove: You'll see, Vincent. Paradox will be ON TOP OF THE WORLD! With...or without your help.

(The two men storm out. Vincent shrugs, and starts chewing on a lamp post.)

(Back at the ring. We see a crew carrying six seperate sides to the cage being assembled.)

Rick: Fans, we're only moments away from our main event. Tonight, one of two men will keep their jobs here in the IWA. The other, will be fired! Tyler Cross! Adam Knight! Locked in a Cell! Loser Leaves the I-W-A!

(Back at ringside. The cell is complete. Four sides, and a roof, comprised of steel fencing.)

Rick: We're back! No more breaks, folks! This is an important match! It could change the shape of the IWA....forever!

Eddie: Maybe not forever...

Rick: But a long time, anyway.

Eddie: Right.

(The crowd sits in the dark, anticipating the contest. Then, the orcastratic intro of Ozzy's "Gets Me Through" plays. The crowd ignites into cheers. The guitar kicks in and out steps Adam Knight himself.)

Rick: Listen to the fans, Eddie!

Eddie: I can't hear you. The friggin' fans are too loud!

(Adam Knight walks down to the ring. He has his game face on. Knight reaches ringside, and walks up the steps, and into the cell. He begins stretching.)

Rick: I'm sooo psyched.

"I FEEL SO GOOD, I FEEL SO NUMB YEAH"

(The crowd switches modes and boos the North American champ. Tyler Cross, 6'6' 275 pounds, steps out. He wears a black sleeveless shirt, with a small red star in the center. Cross has a bottle of water with him. He pours the water over his face, and runs his hands through his now-wet hair. Cross throws the bottle aside and heads down the ramp.)

Eddie: Can you feel that, Rick?

Rick: What?

Eddie: That's Adam Knight trembling!

Rick: Knight looks rather confident, if you ask me.

(Cross climbs up the steps. He pauses, making sure Knight backs away from the door, and enters. The official locks himself, and the two combatants inside the cell with a padlock.)

THE BELL SOUNDS!

Rick: Here...we...go!

(They immediately start exchanging quick right hands. Knight gets the better of Cross, and tosses him into the ropes. Cross flies back, and is clotheslined to the mat. Cross pops right back to his feet, and is clocked back down. Again, he shoots up, and is punched to his feet. Cross crawls to the exit and tries to open the door. No go.)

Rick: Tyler Cross is trying to escape! Now who's trembling?

Eddie: Still Knight.

(Knight grabs Cross by his nylon pants, and pulls him to the center of the ring. But the NA champ pokes Knight in the eye.)

Eddie: Genius.

(Cross gets back up and drives his knee into the chest of Knight. Tyler waits for Knight to turn around and clocks him in the head. Knight is knocked back a few feet. When Knight approaches his opponent, Cross takes him down with a boot to the face.)

Rick: Vicious boot.

Eddie: Is it really the boot that is vicious? Shouldn't you say, "vicious Tyler Cross"?

Rick: OK. Vicious boot FROM Tyler Cross.

Eddie: Works for me.

(Cross brings Adam Knight back up to his feet. He scoops Knight in his arms and charges the cage, driving Knight face first into the cage wall. Cross backs up, and tries it again, and connects. He brings Knight to the mat with a backbreaker.)

Eddie: The North American champ looks impressive tonight.

Rick: As he does every night.

(Knight is pulled back up. Cross tries to throw him in the ropes, but The Revolution reverses it. Cross bounces off the set of ropes and ducks a lariat. The NA champ spins around with a kick, but Knight catches it. Tyler Cross leaps up and drives his remaining foot into Knight's chest, knocking him in the corner. Knight stumbles out holding his back, and falls victim to a T-bone suplex. Cross stares at the crowd with a cocky smile. The audience voices their disproval.)

Rick: Knight can't seem to get any offense going right now.

Eddie: That's because Tyler Cross is one of the greatest wrestlers in the NWA today!

Rick: So is Adam Knight, Eddie.

(Cross stomps on Knight repeatedly, before climbing to the top rope. But Knight has returned to his feet. The Revolution bounces himself off the ropes, causing Cross to crotch himself on the turnbuckle. Knight now begins climbing the ropes.)

Rick: Knight is setting up for a superplex!

(Cross tries to fight it off, punching Knight in the head. He does a good job, and manages to throw Knight off. Knight quickly returns to his feet to find Cross in the air. Cross nails Knight with a double-axe handle smash to the back of his head.)

Eddie: Beautiful!

Rick: Everytime it looks like Knight has something going, Cross manages to end it quickly.

(Tyler Cross drops to his knees, and twists his knuckles into the face of Knight. The crowd boos. Cross answers them with stiff rights to his exposed face. Now the NA champ brings Knight up to his feet and launches him in the corner. He stuffs Knight's head in between his legs, and lifts him up in position for an outsider's edge.)

Rick: Here it is! The Running Hammerbomb!

Eddie: It's over!

(No! Knight squirms off his shoulders. Cross turns around and charges. Knight, out of nowhere, drops him with a Death Valley Driver! The fans love it!)

Rick: THE DVD! AND THE COVER!

One!

Two!

Shoulder up.

Eddie: Oy! That was too close for my liking.

(Both men are down briefly. But Tyler Cross is up first. He attacks Knight, stomping him. But Knight counters with a corkscrew legwhip. Cross pops back to his feet and is kicked in the stomach. Knight lifts him in the air and slams him down with a spinebuster. Now Knight begins to climb the ropes.)

Rick: Knight is mounting an offense here!

Eddie: He's pointing to the elbow!

Rick: The LONG WAY DOWN!

(Knight leaps off and nails Cross with a huge elbowdrop to the chest! He hooks the legs!)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE - NO!

Eddie: Frickin' right! GO CROSS!

(Knight slowly returns to his feet. He pulls Cross up and drags him by his shoulder-length brown hair to the cage. Knight sticks his face against the cage and drags it across the cage. Cross screams in pain. Knight pulls him back and goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but it's blocked. Cross with a mule kick, and he spins around. He quickly drops Adam Knight with a double-underhook DDT. Cross returns to his face. He's bleeding.)

Eddie: BLOOD! YES!

Rick: You psychotic crazy freak!

Eddie: Darn tootin'.

(Cross heads to a corner. He begins removing the padding on the top turnbuckle. The padding removed, he brings it to Knight and starts choking him with the string.)

Rick: Pretty much everything is legal in this contest, folks!

Eddie: Gotta love that!

(Finally, Cross relinquishes. He tosses Knight into the corner opposite the exposed one. Knight stumbles out, but somehow finds a burst of energy as he plows through Tyler Cross.)

Rick: Knight with another quick attack!

(Cross returns to his feet. He blocks a Knight right hand, and rakes the face. Cross grabs Knight's head, and nails a swinging neckbreaker.)

Eddie: Ha! There goes that one, too!

(Cross violently rubs Knight's face into the mat. The crowd boos. Cross responds by kicking Knight in the body numerous times. Now, Knight is brought up to his face. Cross brings him to the exposed corner and smashes his head into it - no! Knight blocks. He elbows Cross in the gut. Knight tries to smack Cross's face into the corner, but he too blocks. Cross takes Knight down with a side-Russian legsweep.)

Rick: Cross wants to use that rusty corner to bang up The Revolution's face.

Eddie: But stubborn little Adam won't let him. What a selfish ass! Doesn't he realize that that's what the fans want??

Rick: You mean you?

Eddie: Basically.

(The North American champ begins climbing the ropes again. He stands tall on the top turnbuckle, holding the cage for support. Knight gets to his feet and Cross leaps off with a missile dropkick. But Knight sidesteps it. He pulls Cross up and nails an atomic drop. The Revolution drops Cross with a sidewalk slam.)

Rick: A top-rope attempt goes sour for the champ.

Eddie: Top rope dropkick from Cross. What a sight that was, though.

Rick: Their contracts - both lucrative - are on the line. They have to play all the cards.

(Knight grabs his opponent and applies the Crippler Crossface.)

Rick: Suddenly, Tyler Cross is in trouble! Submissions count!

Eddie: And we all know what this hold can do!

(Cross screams. He's in pain, and there's no way to go. His arm is in the air, he's ready to tap.)

Rick: It's gonna be over!

(He's fighting it.... fighting it...)

Eddie: NOOOOO!

(...fighting it...)

Rick: Look at Cross!

(Cross is trying to roll his way out of the move... and he does!)

Eddie: WOOO!

(Both men get to their feet slowly. Knight nails a snap suplex. But he holds on and rolls him up for a second snap suplex. But, Cross blocks. He knees Knight in the stomach, and tosses him in the ropes - no, it's reversed. Cross is launched in the ropes. But he leaps onto the cage and climbs up rapidly. Cross leaps off from the top of the cell, and splashes Knight to the mat!)

Eddie: WHAT A MOVE!

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

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Eddie: AH! Damn!

Rick: I thought it was over! I mean, I know the outcome and I still thought it was over!

Eddie: Ixnay on the kayfabay!

(Cross returns to his feet, and takes Knight up to his level. Tyler Cross whips Knight into the corner opposite the exposed one. Knight bounces out, and Cross hoists him in the air, dropping him face over the steel corner!)

Rick: HE GOT IT! Knight is hurt! Knight is holding his face!

(Slowly, we see blood ooze from between Adam's fingers.)

Eddie: ADAM KNIGHT'S BLOOD!! YEEAH!

Rick: You're a freak. A FREAK!

(Cross now smiles. He digs his thumb across his neck.)

Rick: Cross thinks it's over!

Eddie: Oh how sweet the IWA will be without Adam Knight!

(Cross brings Knight up. Again, he stuffs his head between his legs. Cross hoists him over his head, resting him down his back. Cross lunges forward, and drives Knight down to the mat with sickning force!)

Rick: THE RUNNING HAMMERBOMB!

Eddie: THAT'S HOW CROSS WON THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE!

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

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

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THR---NOOOL!!!!

Eddie: WHAT?!?!?!

Rick: HE KICKED OUT!! ADAM KNIGHT KICKED OUT OF THE GAWDAMN RUNNING HAMMERBOMB!

(Cross is in disbelief. The fans - disbelief. Knight. He's not moving. Cross signals for the end, once again. He brings him up to his feet.)

Rick: He's gonna do it again!

Eddie: If at first you fail.. then try... try again!

(Cross has him over his back, resting against his back again. He moves forward and leaps out.)

Rick: Knight escapes!

Eddie: DAMN!

(Knight and Cross both turn around at the same time. Cross tries for a lariat, but it's ducked. Knight kicks him in the stomach. Quickly, he applies the double-underhook. Knight lifts him up, and dives forward, powerbombing Cross down!)

Rick: THE KNIGHTFALL! IT'S GOTTA BE OVER NOW!

1!

Eddie: No!

2!

Eddie: NO!

3!

Eddie: NOOOO!!!!

Rick: YES!!! ADAM KNIGHT WINS! ADAM KNIGHT WINS!

Rick: That means that Tyler Cross is gone! He's out of the IWA! Contract terminated! He's banned!

Eddie: No! THAT'S HORRIBLE!

Rick: Adam Knight... The Revolution... he's here to stay!

Eddie: I'm so sad, Rick. I'm not even sure the Playboy channel will cheer me up this time.

Rick: Folks, we're well past our allowed time! SO LONG!

(We are left with two half-dead warriors in the ring. The ref trying to help the victor to his feet. But he can't. The crowd is loud. Very...very loud.)

(Copyright.)

(IWA logo.)

(End.)