(As like last week, a brief silence is followed by a slow and dreary trance tune. Moments later Serg Dakeon steps out. He is an impressive build. A scar runs under his eye. Dakeon marches to the ring. He looks confiend, and he looks angry. Dakeon slides in the ring and awaits.)

Rick: Dakeon lost his first matc against former HCWF champion, Steve Riggs. He's looking to bounce back with an impressive win tonight, I'm sure. [ Silence. ]

[ And after a few unbearably tense moments, a voice. ]

V/O Jeckel: (coldly) Let the slaughters begin.

[ And then, a sigle light begins to swim through the crowd then all of a sudden . . .

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*

[ An EXPLOSION of red pyro rocks the entranceway, drawing a faint pop from the pyro-loving crowd as "Sweet Dreams" begins to play and strobe lights fill the arena making it difficult to see anything. For a brief second the crowd goes silent. Then...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*

[Another flash of Pyro goes off and the lights come back on and Jeckel is standing in the middle of the ring looking as cold as ever.]

Eddie: Whoa! He's in the ring!

(Dakeon is staring a the entrance ramp as the Marilyn Manson song continues to play. Jeckel, from behind cracks Dakeon in the back of the head with a lariat. Serg drops down hard.)

DING DING DING

(Dakeon returns to his feet, only to be T-boned to the mat. Jeckel modifies his hold to a full-nelson, keeping Dakeon grounded on his stomach. Violently, he scrapes Dakeon's face into the mat.)

Eddie: Well that's a pleasant style.

Rick: Not much respect towards Serg Dakeon from Jeckel.

(Jeckel releases the hold. He stands back while Dakeon pulls himself up with the ropes. Dakeon turns around. He charges Jeckel with a clothesline, but it's ducked. Jeckel kicks him in the stomach before launching him front first into the turnbuckles. Dakeon bounces out violently, into the clutches of a chicken-wing submission hold.)

Rick: The chicken wing! It could be over!

(Just then, Jeckel lunges back and slams Dakeon to the mat with a loud thud. Dakeon looks hurt.)

Eddie: What the hell was that?

Rick: Wait... I think he calls that the "Gates of Heaven"!

Eddie: Well I call it awesome!

(Jeckel flashes a devious smile to the crowd, while standing promenently over his opponent.)

Rick: Look at this. Dakeson is moving!

Eddie: Nope... just twitching.

(Jeckel drags Dakeon to his feet. Jeckel spins Serg over and into a dragon sleeper. He grinds his teeth as he fills Dakeon with pain. Then, almost effortlessly, Jeckel flings him over his shoulder, then slams him to the mat with vicious force. Jeckel rises to his feet. He looks down at Dakeon, shaking his head in disrespect. Then, he spits on him.)

Eddie: Ha!

Rick: That wasn't very kind, now was it?

(Jeckel brings Dakeon to his feet on last time. He stuffs his head between his legs, and slowly applies a double-underhook.)

Rick: Uh oh. Dakeon is in even more trouble now!

(Jeckel lifts Dakeon up in the air and piledrives him right back down!)

Rick: Ticket To Hell!! It's over!

(Jeckel covers with one hand. The ref counts . . . . . . . . . . ONE . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . THREE.)

Eddie: It was over before it started.

Rick: Wow. That's all I can say.

Eddie: I know what you mean. That was just murder out there. Look at Jeckel. His face is so cold, it puts this chill right down my spine.

Rick: He's coming this way! He's grabbed the chair from the ring announcer. He's going back in.

(At this time Jeckel has his infamous smile on his face and he hits Dakeon over and over again with the chair. Security begins to swarm into the ring. Again and again, Jeckel pounds the loser.)

Rick: Security is out! And good thing, too. Jeckel wants to kill this kid!

(At this time the arena goes black.)

Eddie: Wha!

(Then all of a sudden.)

BOOM!

Rick: Christ! What the hell was that?

Eddie: Look! Look in the ring!

(In the ring all we see are the security guards standing in the ring, confused, over a beaten Dakeon, with the chair laying on top of him.)

Eddie: He's...gone!

Rick: Wow. What a debut.

[Cut backstage. We see "The Natural" Mike Bell, freshly arrived, stroling down the halls. 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. He is stopped by Marc Davis]

Davis: Mike, that was an impressive victory on last Monday Night Rush where you beat a very game Super Shoink. But tonight you have a must tougher challenge in a man that you know an awful lot about and he knows just as much about you in Byron Tanis....

[Mike Bell shoots him a look before speaking]

Bell: You may have a point there Marc but, you are forgetting one thing.

Davis: And what is that Mike?

Bell: Before it was Byron Tanis coming out with brass knucks or hockey sticks or whatever the hell else that it was that he was coming down to the ring with... while I was coming down thinking that it was going to be a match where we were going to see just who the best in the alliance really was.....

[pause]

Bell: But that was when I was dumb and naive. Now it is much different because I know that I am a much better technical wrestler than Byron Tanis ever was. I know that I am a much better wrestler than Tanis could ever be so I don't have to waste my time by coming out here and trying to outwrestle him. No, tonight I have a better idea than that....

Davis: Oh really?

[Mike Bell reaches into his gym bag and pulls out an industrial strength staple gun and points it at Marc Davis]

Bell: You had better believe it Marc. Tonight I am going to put more holes in Byron Tanis than the US Military has made in Afghanistan. I am going to make him look like swiss cheese tonight because play time is over Marc. I made a promise to the people and to myself that I was going to elevate the level of the Extreme Title and I was going to challenge the hell out of the NeWA World Softcore Champion Tyler Lee to try to keep up...and that is what I plan on doing.

Davis: Well you have been impressive as of late as the Extreme Champion after taking it away from Mike Barcode

Bell: Impressive?

[He shoots another look at Marc]

Bell: I have run over the competition here and all you can say is impressive? Let me tell you something Marc, I am going to make the NeWA regret the day that they ever put a stiff like Tyler Lee as their chosen so called "hardcore" champion. I am going to step out there to the ring tonight and I am going to dismantle the man that has been a two time World Heavyweight Champion, a Lou Thezs Champion, a Lord of the Ring and whatever else kind of garbage title that you want to give him. The fact of the matter is that for all intensive purposes left, Byron Tanis is going to be exposed as a has-been and a never was. I have been telling everyone for years that although Byron Tanis is good....

[The camera zooms in on the face of Mike Bell]

Bell: He is no Mike Bell and for that he will be going down tonight...and going down hard.

Marc: Mike, one more question, in regards to that mysterious tape that was sent in a couple days ago and was talking about the new M......

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

Bell: I don't know Marc so just leave it at that. I have been racking my brains for days now trying to figure out who it was in that video and if that person wants to make himself known to me then he will do so. Until then, I have business to attend to so if you will excuse me.....

[He pushes his way through to his dressing room and the scene ends]

(We cut backstage. We see Matt Saunders arriving at the arena. The crowd lets out a nice pop for the superstar.)

Rick: It's SHOWTIME!

Eddie: That's so simple, yet it works.

(Suddenly, President Vincent pops into the shot. He's dressed in a suit today. Wow.)

Vincent: Matt.

Saunders: What is it, Vincent?

(Vincent smiles broadly.)

Vincent: Welcome home!

(Saunders shows disgust.)

Saunders: Why are you here? What do you want?

Vincent: I've come to ask a favor.

Saunders: A favor?

(Saunders chuckles.)

Saunders: You gotta be kidding! Vincent, ever since I've gotten here, you've held me back. I went from being the main attraction in HCWF, to feuding with... Chris Fury!

Vincent: You were the first champion in the IWA, Matt. That's huge!

Saunders: Yeah? Well why didn't you treat it like it was huge? You used me as a curtain jerker, Vincent. Quite frankly, I can't figure out why I'm in the main event tonight. Maybe you came to your senses.

Vincent: You're in the main event tonight, because I believe you'll do the right thing.

Saunders: The right thing?

Vincent: Tonight, you face Darrel Besolve and The Boog-man. Matt, Boog is a disgrace to this company! And I'm sure you've realised this to. I want you and Darrel to destroy him! Totally annihilate him!

(Saunders smirks.)

Saunders: You're an idiot. Get outta my way.

(Saunders pushes him aside as he passes along. Vincent calls out to him, though, and Saunders stops.)

Vincent: You can be HUGE, Matt. This is the IWA! Make it here, and you made it everywhere! Don't be a fool. Do what I say, and I promise you'll get every single opportunity that you deserve.

(Saunders contemplates Vincent's comments for a few seconds, then continues along out of the camera's view. The shot zoom's back in on Vincent.)

Vincent: (to himself) PLEASE, don't be a fool!

(Cut back to ringside.)

Rick: What a president we have.

Eddie: He's a great man, isn't he?

Rick: Great man?? He's a cheater! He's a liar! And he's damn near evil!

Eddie: Hey, you would do the same thing he did if you were in his shoes.

Rick: I doubt it.

Eddie: I just can't wait to see Boog get the shit kicked out of him.

Rick: Are you suggesting that he'll take Vincent up on the offer?

Eddie: Think about it, Rick. Countless title shots and TV time, in echange for a simple ass-kickin'. He'd be a fool to turn him down!

Rick: It might look good on paper, but Saunders has a lot of heart, Eddie. Besides, I certainly wouldn't trust Vincent.

Eddie: Cuz you're a frickin' idiot, Rick.

Rick: Enough with you! We've got a major match up next.

Eddie: Fabul vs. Rukus in a Final Jeopardy Death Match!

Rick: Uh, no. Actually Super Shoink vs. Ozmodious for the Cruiserweight title.

Eddie: Ooh. Also good.

Rick: The title was vacated two weeks ago by Adam Burke, as he has become the NeWA Cruiserweight champion. Tonight, we find out who the best cruiserweight is.

Eddie: Me.

Rick: You, eh?

Eddie: Damn right!

Rick: Do you really think you�d stand a chance against any of the two fighting today?

Eddie: Bring �em on, I�m all muscle. Why if Shoink came out here I�d�

(�Song 2� by Blur hits the PA system and Super Shoink walks out on the ramp.)

Rick: You�d?

Eddie: Bake him a delicious pie, nothing like rhubarb pie, yes.

(Shoink takes a look over the crowd and starts his way down the ramp. At the end of the row he sees his manager Dackles holding a sign saying �Ozmodious, pinnacle of wrestlingtude.� Shoink looks angrily at Dackles who responds with an innocent look and says �what?� Shoink stands there for a minute then angrily grabs the sign out of his hands and smashes it over his knee. He then walks over to the ring and awaits his opponent.)

Eddie: Hahahaha, even his manager doesn�t support him.

Rick: Shut up Eddie.

(�King Nothing� by Metallica blares from the PA as the fans let out a huge pop for the former NWA World Cruiserweight Champion. He walks down the ramp, staring down Shoink, then runs to the ring, dashes under the ropes, and starts wailing on Shoink.)

DING! ding ding

Rick: Ozzy not even waiting for the bell and going straight at Super Shoink. He must still be mad from Shoink�s helping Burke out at the last Rush.

Eddie: Jeez, I guess so he�s really going at it.

(Ozmodious has Super Shoink pinned in the turnbuckle and is wailing on him with left and rights mercilessly. After ten the ref tries to pull Ozzy away but Ozzy ignores him. At the threat of a DQ Ozzy pulls him out of the turnbuckle and whips him into the opposite one. Shoink is still stunned and claws at the turnbuckle for support. He stammers and is facing sideways when Ozmodious rushes at him and nails dropkick to the side of Shoink�s head.)

Rick: Oh, a man�s head should not jerk that way, Super Shoink may have just been injured early on in the match.

Eddie: Sweet!

(Shoink falls to the ground, grasping the side of his neck as Ozmodious pulls him up off of the ground by the hair, then nails a snap suplex. Ozzy gets up to celebrate, but Super Shoink scissors his legs around Ozzy�s then kicks them together, tripping Ozmodious to the mat. Shoink finds the time to stand back up, but Ozzy shoots right back up and charges at Shoink. SS leapfrogs over Ozmodious and readies for Ozzy when he bounces back. He leaps up, and nails him with a Hurricanrana.)

Rick: Super Shoink is finally getting offense going here after a good move. Ozzy picks himself up and flies a Shoink with a lariat and connect! Both are down on the mat again, but not for long.

Eddie: Shoink actually gets up first and grabs Ozmodious. He lifts up on his shoulders and nails with a Fireman�s Carry. It seemed to hurt his neck though, and now he�s on the ground again in pain.

(Ozmodious shakes his head as he gets up and notices Shoink�s state. He picks him up again and cradles his head under his shoulder, and hits a DDT. Not wasting any time he bends down and hooks a leg with one arm and his head the other and starts pulling. The pain shoots through Super Shoink as he lets out a scream of pain. He keeps the hold on for a while before Super Shoink finally reaches the ropes. Ozmodious stands up and starts celebrating, not watching Super Shoink getting up. Shoink wobbles up and tries to sneak up on him, but Ozzy turns around and kicks him in the face, causing SS to bleed from a new cut. Oz starts wailing on him with the kicks until Super Shoink is able to grab one, but Ozmodious quickly leaps up with other leg and kicks him in the face again.)

Rick: Ozmodious clearly has the upper hand today as he pick Super Shoink up yet again. He whips him into the ropes, and before he can fully bounce off Shoink is met with another dropkick, send him flying to the outside.

Eddie: Ooh, violence ahoy.

(Ozmodious jumps on top of the third rope as Shoink stands up. He�s too late to do anything, as he is on the receiving end of an Asai Moonsault.)

Rick: Good Cruiserweight Action coming our way, as Shoink hits the concrete HARD! Amazing move by Ozmodious as the crowd goes nuts. Ozmodious, after a while on the concrete, finally gets back up. He pick up Shoink and drags him by the jersey over to the safety railing and plants him on top, right in front of Shoink�s manager!

Eddie: Hahaha, look at Dackles, he�s star struck and sucking up to Ozmodious! He�s trying to give him his business card!

(Eddie plants his face in the desk in laughter, slamming his hand down with each chuckle. Meanwhile Super Shoink is face down on the railing. Ozmodious walks back, the runs forward sweeps his leg up hard, kick Super Shoink in the face causing him to fly up and fall back through the chairs behind the railing.)

Eddie: HA! He punted Shoink! The extra point is good!

(Eddie laughs so hard that falls back out of chair. Ozmodious celebrates again for a few seconds then strides back to the ring.)

Rick: My god, a kick to the head like that, I hope he�s okay, Dackles is going over to him, and what�s he doing? He appears to be giving Super Shoink something.

(Ozmodious is walking back when he�s tapped on the shoulder. He turns around to see a very bloody Shoink holding two black bats in his hands. One is resting on his shoulder and the other is twirling in his hand. Before Ozmodious can react he gets nailed by the bats simultaneously in the lower back and the stomach, send Ozzy crashing to the mat. He gets back up to his hands and knees but is met with a sweeping kick to the face, followed by a bat swing to the lower back.)

Eddie: Violence! From Shoink?

Rick: He was HCWF Hardcore Champion after all.

Eddie: Bah!

(Shoink drops the bats and stands up on the ring. Ozzy gets up and receives a moonsault of his own.)

Rick: Shoink giving back to Ozmodious everything he dished out, excellent work by Super Shoink. He puts Ozmodious in side the ring and once inside hooks the leg 1�..2�..Kickout! Almost had a NWA Legend there.

(Super Shoink picks up Ozmodious this time and tries to grapple, but is swept way as Ozmodious grapples himself. He secures the grapple and sends SS down with a belly to belly suplex. He pick him up again and nails a DDT. He then picks him up again and whips him into the ropes, as he bounces back Ozzy catches him with a Samoan Drop.)

Rick: Ozmodious has really picked up here and is simply on fire, getting in the big moves over and over, he goes for the pin 1�..2�..NO! Kickout by Super Shoink! Amazing.

Eddie: He just keeps going, and going, and going, and going, and going.

Rick: For the last time he�s not powered by energizer.

Eddie: Sorry.

(Angrily Ozmodious grabs Super Shoink up again and treats him to Tiger Driver. Shoink starts to stand up, but Ozmodious send him down again with a � Turn Neckbreaker, aggravating Shoink�s neck up again. Ozmodious sends Super Shoink into the turnbuckle, where he desperately tries to hang on. Ozzy climbs up on top of the turnbuckle and shoves Super Shoink out a bit, who still seems more concerned with his neck. Ozmodious flies off and hits Super Shoink with a Dragon-Rana! The crowd goes completely insane!)

Rick: My God that is quite the move from Ozmodious, the ref goes for the count

1!

2!

3!

Rick: NOOOOO! Super Shoink had the shoulder up! Ozmodious simply doesn�t believe it! He rolls off in utter disbelief! Ozmodious just stands there as Shoink wobbles his way up. As Shoink wobbles his back to him, and Ozzy reaches around wraps around the back of Shoink�s head and starts wrenching his neck! Super Shoink screams in pain as Ozmodious tightens around. As the two stand, the ref is ready for Shoink to tap, he should quite, Ozmodious could permanently injure Super Shoink here tonight.

Eddie: I wouldn�t worry about it.

(Shoink screams in pain and can�t seem to take it. He tries one last thing, hopping his legs up and planting them on the rope. He pushes off and at the same time pops his head forward. Ozmodious falls back and crashes to the mat, the impact sends Shoink�s head flying back and smashing into Oz�s face!)

Rick: Amazing impromptu work by Super Shoink as the pain causes Ozmodious to release the hold, he could be out cold!

Eddie: Oh no.

Rick: Shoink manages get down and roll Ozmodious over, and hits the Shoink Side Stretch!

Eddie: NOOO! It can�t be! Not him!

Rick: Ozmodious comes out of his daze and screams in pain as Shoink keeps digging into exactly where Ozzy was hit by the bat just moments before. Ozmodious keeps holding on but has nowhere to go!

(Shoink keeps the hold on as Ozmodious reaches in vain for the ropes. After a minute of this his fingers are a mere centimeters from the rope, but as Shoink digs his knee into Ozzy�s back even harder there is a loud pop from his back.)

Rick: Oh that sounded sickening, I could that pop or crack or whatever it was from here! And Ozmodious is tapping! Ozzy tapped! I don�t believe it! The fans are going completely insane the arena is on it�s feet! And Super Shoink is the NEW IWA Cruiserweight Champion!

Eddie: Impressive! Huge, huge win for Super Shoink!

(We return backstage. Here, inside a dressing room, we see newcomer "The Outlaw" Beau Adkins. He is stretching a little bit. Adkins turns to the camera moments later.)

Adkins: Alright, I just have a few things to say. Tonight, I team up with an HCWF kid named Steve Riggs. I'm told he's a former HCWF champ.

(Adkins laughs.)

Adkins: Am I suppose to be impressed by that? Word goin' around is that just about anyone and their grandmas can make it in HCWF. Truth of the matter is that I don't need Riggs' help. Sure, we team against two "stars" in Evan Hurley and Adam Burke. But that doesn't scare me.

(Suddenly, Adkins turns his attention behind the camera.)

Adkins: What the hell do you guys want??

(The camera begins to spin around to see who's there, when suddenly the cameraman is taken out. The camera flies to the ground, facing the wall. We hear a big struggle and loud crashes.)

Rick: What the hell's goin' on back there?

Eddie: I don't know, but it sounds ugly.

(After the noise ceases, we hear a door being flung open.)

Eddie: Ya know. I would hate to be a camera man.

(Now we cut to a new camera, just entering the room. We get a shot of the previous camera man, and his camera, laying on the ground. To the left, Beau Adkins lies unconcious.)

Rick: Beau Adkins has been taken out!

Eddie: He has a match coming up next! What is Riggs gonna do?

Rick: Welcome back fans. Moments ago, Beau Adkins was attacked by unknown people. Since, he has been taken to the Regina General Hospital where he will be evaluated further. But, of course, that means Steve Riggs without a tag team partner.

Eddie: So what the hell's he gonna do?

Rick: I don't have a clue, Eddie. But it's time for that match. Let's go to the ring. Maybe Vincent will come up with something. Or Aaron Levin, actually. He's the brains of the front office, you know.

Eddie: Brains are overrated.

Rick: Only fitting you say that, Eddie.

Eddie: What? Why?

(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. With a gold belt grasped tightly in each hand Evan and Amy make their way to the ring.)

Rick: Evan Hurley has been on roll lately, winning two titles. If he wins tonight, there will be no stopping him.

(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. With Brandy by his side, Adam has the NWA World Cruiserweight Title proudly displayed over his shoulder.)

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

(The arena fills with applause as Adam raises the NWA World Cruiserweight Belt up above his head and into the air, as blue fireworks cascade down around him.)

Rick: Wow! What a HUGE ovation for the Cruiserweight champ of the NeWA!

Eddie: Everyone just loves him. If you ask me, he kinda resembles a toad... and no one likes toads. So I'm just baffled.

Rick: A toad?

It's the eye of the tiger / It's the thrill of the fight

(Adam looks unusually angry this time, but still manages to high five some people on the way down, but doesn�t look at them, just the men in the ring.)

Rising up to the challenge of our rival

(Burke dashes under the ropes, then climbs up the nearby turnbuckle, raising the belt up above his head, trying to savor the flashes going off before the match starts.)

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

Rick: Burke and Hurley made it through their qualifying match against Barcode and Logan, but barely. Can they do it again?

Eddie: Are you talking to me?

Rick: It was more of a rhetorical question actually.

Eddie: Oh, OK. Cuz I'd prefer you not talk to me.

Rick: It's my job to talk to you. It's YOUR job to talk to me.

Eddie: Oh yes. I forgot.

Rick: One thing to note here. Riggs, along with Chance Wolfington, double-crossed their partner, Adam Burke, in The Tiger's last match in the HCWF. So, there's definitely bad blood there.

(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 marches to the ring staring at his opponents.)

Eddie: He's screwed.

Rick: Yup.

(Suddenly "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys slowly starts to fade into hearing range.)

Rick: Wait a second... that's Mike Barcode's music!

(And Barcode steps out, in full ring gear. Riggs stares at him, confused. Barcode marches slowly to the ring.)

Eddie: The hell's he doing? Does he think he's gonna be Riggs' partner?

Rick: I...I guess.

Eddie: Always the opportunist, Barcode is.

(Barcode reaches Riggs. Riggs yells at him, Barcode yells back.)

Eddie: These guys were both in the historic HCWF together. It appears they aren't the best of friends.

(Riggs points at the two men in the ring and points back at Barcode, yelling still. As the camera approaches, we can hear the conversation.)

Riggs: Are you gonna be my partner, or what?

(Barcode smiles and the two slide in the ring together.)

Eddie: I guess we're set!

THE BELL MAKES A WEIRD DINGING NOISE!

(Barcode and Burke pair up to start things off, locking up. They spin around the ring, fighting for position. Barcode gets the upper hand and corners Burke. He knees the Cruiserweight champ in the stomach and hiptosses him to the mat. Burke gets up and narrowly avoids a clothesline. Barcode lunges back at Burke, but The Tiger is ready, and lifts him up only to drop him face first into the turnbuckle. Burke locks Barcode up in a waistlock now. He goes for a suplex, but Barcode blocks. He elbows Burke in the head several times, and snapmares him over his back. Barcode with a swift kick to the side of Burke's head before tagging in Riggs.)

Rick: And here comes the former champion of the arctic!

(Riggs hops in and meets Burke on his feet. Riggs whips Burke into the ropes. The Tiger ducks a lariat, bounces off the next set of ropes, and flies at "The White Knight" with a cross-body block, taking him to the mat. Burke begins to lay solid right hands - rapid but fierce - into Riggs' face.)

Eddie: Jesus! Look at him go! Burke is just goin' loopy!

(The crowd is on their feet as Burke continues to punch away on the former champion of the HCWF. Finally, Burke pops back to his feet, and the crowd bursts into cheers.)

Rick: Wow! Look at Riggs! He's cut open!

Eddie: That must have been at least 30 punches... and Burke is smiling!

(Burke looks at his knuckles, which are red from Riggs' blood. He is satisfied with himself. The Tiger now tags in the International champ.)

Eddie: Look at Hurley taking his time getting in.

Rick: Never mind that, look at that cold stare directed to Burke!

(Hurley jaws at Burke as he enters the ring. Then, he turns his attention to Riggs, who is right behind him. Riggs with a right hand, but Hurley blocks. Evan kicks Riggs in the gut. He tries to throw Riggs in the ropes, but it's reversed. Riggs ducks down for a back-body drop, and takes Evan to the mat with it. Riggs pulls Hurley back up. He goes for a German suplex, but Hurley blocks. He goes behind with... uh... a go-behind. Hurley attempts to suplex Riggs, but it's blocked too. Riggs attempts a stunner, but it too is blocked. Evan counters it, pulling Riggs down to the mat on his back. Quickly, Evan bounces off the ropes and drops his knee into the forehead of Riggs.)

Rick: This match is so important, Eddie. The tag division in the NWA, and the IWA for that matter, has been struggling recently. But the hopes of the front office are that the winning team will bring glory to this shadowed division.

Eddie: That's quite a burden for whoever wins.

Rick: Maybe, but it's something any of these men would gladly take.

(Burke is tagged back in. The Cruiserweight champ of the world leaps onto the top rope in one quick movement. He measures up, waiting for Riggs to get to his feet, and leaps off with a missile dropkick, planting it.)

Eddie: Great execution!

Rick: COVER!

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

Rick: Mike Barcode makes the save.

(Hurley comes in to rid the ring of Barcode, but Mike exits quickly. The ref forces Hurley to exit, allowing Barcode to re-enter. Barcode drops Burke with a neckbreaker, and slides out of the ring.)

Eddie: Great teamwork.

Rick: Even if they're breaking the rules.

(Hurley finally exits. Riggs has returned to his feet. He pulls up Burke and tosses him into the corner. Riggs charges and splashes Burke. Riggs tags in Barcode, and holds Burke in a full-nelson. Barcode enters the ring, pulls his arm way back, and with all his strength, swings.)

Rick: Burke squeezes out! Barcode just dropped Riggs!

Eddie: Whoops! They're a new time... gonna have some problems, right?

(Burke leaps across the ring and tags in Hurley rather hard. Evan seems to take exception to it, and knees Burke in the chest, knocking him out of the ring.)

Rick: Not as many problems as Burke and Hurley, that's for sure.

(Evan charges across and spears Barcode to the mat. The two begin to wrestle on the ground, fighting for a better spot. Eventually, Hurley gets the mounted position and begins planting Burke with stiff rights.)

Eddie: How quickly friendship turns to nothing when gold is on the line.

(Hurley mounts to his feet and pulls Barcode with him. Hurley lifts Barcode up, and spinebuster's him down. Now Hurley begins to climb to the top rope. Facing the crowd he leaps back, and lands a beautiful moonsault.)

Rick: He got him! The moonsault!

(Hurley goes for the pin.)

1!
2!
Kickout from Barcode.

Eddie: Not quite yet.

(Barcode, avoiding further attack, rolls out of the ring.)

Rick: Barcode taking the low road. Looks like Evan's gonna make use of his body...

(Hurley sprints across the ring, and in true Hurley fashion, leaps over the top rope with a suicide dive. But Riggs has come, and together he and Barcode catch Hurley and quickly double-powerbomb him on the outside.)

Eddie: OI!

Rick: That's bad for Evan.

(The two slide Hurley in the ring. Barcode enters and tags in Steve Riggs. Riggs grabs Hurley and whips him in the corner. Evan stumbles out and into a violent spear.)

Eddie: Oh, the irony!

(Riggs begins laying in the stomps onto his fallen opponent. Riggs now pulls him up and whips him in the ropes. Evan makes an attempt at a cross-body, but he's caught. A fallaway slam takes Evan to the mat.)

Rick: Hurley has taken a beating since that double powerbomb.

Eddie: What impact that move had.

(Hurley begins to crawl to his corner, Burke stretching out for the tag. A smirking Riggs cuts him off and drags him to the center of the ring where he drops an elbow to Hurley's head. Now, Riggs is going to the top rope.)

Rick: Goin' for it all here!

(Riggs measures up and leaps off with a huge splash. But Hurley moves. And both men are down.)

Eddie: Costly error that was.

Rick: Hurley has GOT to make a tag here. His tank is empty.

(Both men begin to move. Riggs begins pulling himself up, as Evan slowly crawls to his corner. The crowd begins to come alive, waiting for the hot tag to Burke.)

Eddie: Almost there...

(One more thrust should do it, and here it comes...)

(WHACK!)

Rick: Mike Barcode just nailed Burke with a steel chair in the back! The ref missed it!

(Burke has fallen off the apron. Hurley has reached his destination, but is left wide-eyed and confused.)

Eddie: Well, that ends that attempt.

(The crowd is booing now. Evan slowly gets to his feet, a broken man. He stumbles around the ring, eventually turning around to receive a boot to the gut by Steve Riggs. Riggs shoves his head under his arm, lifts Hurley in the air, and leaps back, planting Evan's head into the mat with a deadly brainbuster.)

Rick: What a brainbuster!

Eddie: This is it! Evan can't take no more!

1!

2!

3!

Rick: They did it! Riggs and Barcode have won the tag team titles! What a cheap way to do it, though.

(Barcode grabs the tag belts and slides in the ring. He hands a smiling Riggs his tag belt and they raise it in the air, as the audience sounds their dislike with a chorus of boos.)

Eddie: Ya do what ya gotta do, Rick.

(Amy enters the ring to check on Evan, as we fade out.)

(It's a rhythm. It's one of those attitudes that you take when you have a belt around your waist, and are stepping out there with it all on the line, with everything to lose.)

(It's a constant beat that you walk to, knowing that you have to go out there and do one of two things: fight to get by or fight and prove that you are worth that which is wrapped around your waist.)

(Tonight the World's Original stands in his locker room, silent, seated, eyes closed in concentration...or prayer. Sometimes it is even one and the same. He knows that both Besolve and Saunders are going to come at him with full force, but he knows that there is a different dynamic to these matches than a normal one-on-one. It's a different game, one that you have to keep your wits about you or you will end up standing right where you began...with nothing to hang on to and, once again, nowhere but that long, hard climb to the top....again.)

(He knows that he can win this. He's done it before. He also knows that there are not many chances left for him.)

(Everything to lose. Everything to gain.)

(One more time, into the breach.)

(Fade to black)

(Cut to ringside with Rick Miller and Eddie Reagan.)

Rick: Boog preparing for his match tonight.

Eddie: Saunders! Saunders!

Rick: What're you doing?

Eddie: Encouraging Saunders to make the right choice. Take the easy way out! He deserves it.

Rick: If you say so.

Eddie: And I do.

(We again cut backstage. The crowd pops, as The Tiger, Adam Burke is shown. A medic is cleaning a cut on the back of his neck.)

Medic: That must have been quite the chair shot.

Burke: They all are.

(Suddenly, Evan Hurley walks into the shot. The crowd is mixed. Burke doesn't see Hurley, and Evan says nothing. We see Hurley slipping brass knuckles on his right hand.)

Rick: What the hell's he doing?

Eddie: Take a guess!

(Evan clenches his fist.)

Hurley: Hey Adam.

(Burke turns around, and WHAM! He is leveled with the brass knux. The medic is shocked.)

Hurley: NEVER, cost me a title. Next time, keep your eyes open.

(Evan marches out. We get a shot of Burke laying motionless on the ground.)

Medic: Damn this sport.

(Cut to ringside.)

Rick: What a cowardly act that was.

Eddie: Hey, Burke deserved it! If he kept his eyes on where Barcode was, they might be the champs right now. But no... the NeWA Cruiserweight champ is too big to pay attention to the non-legal opponent in a tag match.

Rick: You're a dolt.

Eddie: And you dress like a texas ranger.

Rick: Moving along...

Eddie: Don't deny it. You know it's true.

Rick: (ignoring Eddie) Alright, fans! We're set for a HUGE matchup!

Eddie: That's right! Byron Tanis wins the Extreme belt!

Rick: Quiet!

Eddie: I will not.

Rick: Fans, this match has been brewing for so long. If you haven't smoked too much of that green shit, then you probably remember when Bell wore a mask and called himself Deja Vu in order to confuse the IWA... specifically Tanis.

Eddie: This goes way further than that. These two men feuded for the NeWA US title, NeWA World title... they've been back and forth.

Rick: This'll be the first time Bell and Tanis go head-to-head since Bell unmasked.

Eddie: And this time... it's EXTREME!

(The lights dim. A remix of Megadeath's "Symphony of Destruction" plays loud in the arena. The fans all stand to see the living legend.)

Rick: Here comes the only man to win the IWA title three times!

(Byron Tanis stands on the ramp. He looks at the jeering fans with disgust before heading to the ring.)

Eddie: I don't look like Tanis wants to be in this match.

Rick: He hates Bell... and he hates hardcore wrestling.

Eddie: Coward.

Rick: ?

Eddie: No! No... I didn't mean that! I just slipped out! I love Tanis.

(Tanis slides in. He doesn't have a weapon. He doesn't want one, but knows he'll have to use many.)

(Then we return to the entrance with 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. 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.)

Rick: What an ovation for the Extreme champ!

Eddie: The only TRUE hardcore champion in the NeWA.

Rick: According to Bell, that's true. He claims that the NeWA "Softcore" title is a disgrace to the extreme style of wrestling.

Eddie: And every single title defense that Bell has solidifies his statements. He's truly doing a great job as Extreme champion.

Rick: He is indeed. The Natural has been training exclusively in California with an insane bunch of hardcore wrestlers, and he has visually been picking up things along the way.

Eddie: I want to meet those crazy hardcore folk! Give them a spot in our Extreme division - the REAL hardcore division of the NeWA.

(As Bell 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 might get ugly...

(Just then, Tanis suplex's Bell to the mat from the top rope. Bell's head crashes into the mat.)

THE BELL SOUNDS

Eddie: What a start! Tanis with that violent German suplex!

(Tanis quickly hooks his opponent's legs.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Rick: Whew!

Eddie: That would have been sweet!

(Tanis brings Bell to his feet and whips him in the corner, releasing a scream while doing so. Tanis charges and drives his elbow into the back of his opponent's head. Tanis drops Bell with a neckbreaker.)

Rick: All Tanis so far. But this is an Extreme title match... which means that he'll have to hold his own in the world of weapons.

Eddie: I like that world.

(Tanis grabs Bell by his pony tail and spins him around the ring.)

Rick: This is sick.

Eddie: Beautiful, ain't it?

(Finally, Tanis releases Bell, who crashes to the mat, holding his head. Tanis approaches him, when suddenly Bell leaps forwards with a hard clothesline, taking Tanis right out of his boots.)

Rick: And The Natural comes right back!

(Tanis pops to his feet and is sent down with another clothesline. The crowd gets way into it, but Tanis silence's them with a low blow.)

Eddie: Works every time.

(Tanis mocks Bell, smacking him in the head, as he gets to his feet. Then, he swings with a right, but Bell blocks it and comes back with one of his own that stuns Tanis.)

Eddie: Round house kick by the Extreme Champion that doubles over Tanis and Bell follows it up with a spinning neck breaker

Rick: What a combination of moves by the Extreme Champion as he now pulls Tanis under the ropes and to the floor

Eddie: Business is about to pick up Rick.

(Bell grabs a handful of Byron's hair and throws him face first into the cornerpost.)

Rick: Whoa, he could have broken Byron's nose with that move.

(Bell slides out of the ring. He points underneath it, with a smile on his face.)

Eddie: WOO! Here we go!

(Mike Bell begins to reach under the apron and he pulls out a board that is covered with barbed wire and has nails sticking out of one end of it.)

Rick: Oh my god, Mike Bell has just pulled out a 2 X 4 that is covered in barbed wire!

Eddie: Ahh! Look at the nails. My god, this is crazy

(Tanis lifts his head off the mat and looks at the weapon. His eyes are wide open with fear.)

Eddie: This might hurt a bit.

(Mike Bell stands over a fallen Tanis and he begins to lay in the shots as Tanis tries to cover up.)

Rick: Holy hell... look at the blood flying! Tanis had better get the hell outta there!

Eddie: What in the hell was Vincent thinking when he signed this match? He's as sick as me!

(Tanis slides out of the ring as Bell swings a haymaker shot but it harmlessly hits the ropes instead.)

Rick: He is lucky!

(Tanis looks at his gushing wounds in horror. Violently, he shoves two useless french announcers off their seats and steals their chairs. Bell baits him in the ring, by throwing his 2x4 aside. Tanis smirks and hops on the apron, chair in each hand. Quickly and unexpectedly, he whips a chair at Bell. The Natural catches it, but barely. Instantly, Tanis springboards over the ropes into the ring, and swings the other chair into Bell's face, emmitting a loud smack.)

Rick: That was sudden.

(Tanis pulls Bell up, and scoops him into the corner, locking him in a tree of woe. Aggressively, he beats on Bell with the chair.)

Eddie: He's stealing Bell's own strategies!

Rick: And doing a good job at it, I might add.

Eddie: Yes... yes.

(Eight, maybe nine times, Bell is rocked with shots. Eventually, Tanis stops to hold his bleeding wounds. He slides out of the ring and pulls a couple tables out from under the ring. He sets one up at ringside. Tanis slides the other inside and follows in to set it up.)

Rick: Tanis with a table. This could get dangerous.

(Bell, still trapped in the tree of woe, is lifted, and seated on the turnbuckle. Tanis begins to climb up, looking for a superplex through the table. But Bell fights it off, and tosses Tanis to the mat, narrowling missing the table.)

Eddie: Bell's hoping down. He's going under the ring for something....

Rick: He's got a bag!

Eddie: Shit! A bag! He could really hurt somebody!

Rick: I think there's something in the bag, Eddie.

Eddie: Oh. I see.

(Before returning to the ring, Bell grabs something else. It's a staple gun.)

Rick: Oh boy...

(Bell attacks Tanis, but the former 3-time IWA champ kicks him in the gut, followed by a DVD out of nowhere. Now, Tanis grabs the staple gun and pulls the trigger, driving a staple into Bell's chest. The crowd screams with Bell.)

Eddie: Holy shit! That was sick!

(Tanis sticks two more staples into a screaming Bell.)

Rick: OUCH!!

Eddie: Look! Bell is fighting back! He's trying to overpower that gun away from his head!

(The two are engaged in a battle of strength, both trying to direct the gun to their opponent. Somehow Bell twists it around and forces Tanis to squeeze the trigger, driving a staple into his forehead. Tanis flies back gripping his head.)

Rick: Tanis got one! Damn this is violent!

(Both men are a bloody mess. Bell gets up and grabs a chair. Tanis is on his feet, still clutching his face. Bell swings with the chair. But Bell ducks. The chair, with stunning force, crashes against the skull of the ref.)

Eddie: And there goes the ref! He'll be out for awhile.

(Bell swings again, this time connecting with his opponent's head. Now, he grabs that bag, and empties its contents onto the set up table.)

Rick: Thumbtacks!

Eddie: Every one loves thumbtacks!

(Bell grabs Tanis by the hair. Bell climbs on the second rope, then the third, and pulls Tanis up with him. Bell hoists Bell over his head, and with a scream, lunges forward, driving Tanis through the thumbtacked table with a sit-down powerbomb.)

Rick: AH!

Eddie: This is insanity, baby!

(Both men are hurt - thumbtackes into the already wounded body. The crowd's "HOLY SHIT" chant is transformed as Bell drapes his arm over Tanis.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Rick: There's no ref!

(All men are down. Bell, despite going for the win, is out of it. He remains motionless.)

Eddie: Rick! We have company!

(Suddenly, a masked man jogs down the aisle.)

Rick: What the hell!?!? DEJA VU!?!?!?!

Eddie: I thought Bell was Deja Vu!

Rick: Bell IS Deja Vu! He was anyway!

(This Deja Vu slides in the ring. He stares at a fallen Bell, then turns his attention to a bloody Tanis, who is beginning to climb to his feet. The imposter kicks him in the head, and pulls him to his feet.)

Eddie: What's he doing? DON'T TOUCH TANIS!

(Deja Vu stuffs Tanis' head between his legs. He lifts him over his head, and tosses him OVER the ropes, and through the table on the outside. The crowd immediately does the HS chant.)

Eddie: No! Why'd he do that!

Rick: What a goddamn train wreck!

(The crowd is going insane, shocked at this turn of events. The imposter Deja Vu slides out of the ring. He scoops up Tanis, who isn't moving at all. Deja Vu rolls him in, then begins to head to the back. Mike Bell begins to get to his feet.)

Rick: Bell is up. He doesn't know what happened!

Eddie: As far as he knows, Tanis is out from the first powerbomb. But... a second, even more vicious one did this!

(Bell quickly rolls out of the ring and brings in a long box. He rolls back in a opens the top. Inside are numerous florescent lights.)

Rick: We've seen Bell use this before.

(Bell grabs Tanis by the hair and tries to pull him up. Tanis looks to be unconcious, and Bell is forced to scoop him up. Bell, with one swift action, spinebusters Tanis viciously onto the light bulbs, crashing every single one. The crowd again goes nuts. The ref begins to get to his feet.)

Rick: My god. Can Tanis take any more? Is he even breathing? We should stop this match!

Eddie: I think that just might happen.

(Mike Bell has gotten up, and applies the Natural Lock on Tanis with his face still buried in that box of broken bulbs.)

Rick: Bell with the Natural Lock on Tanis right there in that box of broken bulbs!

Eddie: It is driving Tanis's face right into all of that glass. I think Tanis is out! There's no way he could not be screaming and writhing in pain!

(The ref checks Byron. He raises Tanis' arm. And drops it.)

It falls once.

(Again, he raises it and lets go.)

It falls twice.

Rick: One more time, and this is over.

(He raises Tanis' arm a third time and releases it.

The arm falls lifelessly to the mat for a third time.

Rick: It's over! Bell retains!

Eddie: And Tanis needs help!

Rick: Largely in part to this insane beating that the very impressive IWA Extreme champ dished out. But, the icing on the cake was that imposter Deja Vu, and that devastating powerbomb.

(Just then, a dozen paramedics rush to the ring to Tanis' aid. A couple aid Bell, but the Extreme champ needs none of it. Bloodied from his battle, he grabs his belt and heads to the back, his music playing in the background.)

Rick: We're back! We've gotten word that Tanis is in a heap of pain backstage. He, just like Adkins earlier, will be brought to the hospital.

Eddie: I just hope he isn't hurt long-term. The IWA isn't the same without Tanis.

Rick: He's been here longer than any of our wrestlers.

(Cut backstage abruptly. We see Matt Saunders in his locker room, preparing for his match. The crowd pops. Moments later, Adam Knight rushes in, and emmits another pop from the Regina fans.)

Rick: It's Adam Knight! Two weeks ago he sent Tyler Cross, the North American champ, right out of the NeWA.

(The big Knight stares at Saunders. Saunders eyes him up and down, questioning his appearance.)

Knight: I need to say a few words, Saunders.

Saunders: You just did.

Knight: I heard what Vincent said to you earlier. I just wanna know where you stand.

Saunders: Listen, Knight. If you think that I'm gonna take out Boog... then you're 100% right.

Rick: What?

(Knight raises an eyebrow, as he steps closer to Saunders, almost threatening him.)

Saunders: Tonight, I get a shot at the Heavyweight title. Boog is the champ. And I will go through him to win.

Eddie: Oh. I see.

Knight: What about Vincent's offer?

(Saunders takes offense and gets right in his face.)

Saunders: Hey! I am a true champion! I EARN everything I get! I don't ask for hand outs, nor will I accept one. I'm gonna go into this match with ONE and only ONE motive. To win the Heavyweight title. Screw Vincent. Screw Besolve. And screw YOU!

(Saunders bumps Knight as he storms out of the locker room. Knight smiles.)

Eddie: Cold...

Rick: At least Vincent tried.

(We cut backstage again. In Vincent's office.)

Eddie: Speak of the devil.

(Vincent stands with Darrel Besolve. "The Future." The crowd boos.)

Vincent: It looks like it's every man for himself tonight. I thought that Saunders would be loyal. But instead he chose the route that Boog had paved before him. And for that, he'll pay. Deeply.

Besolve: I need no help. Boog will be destroyed tonight. And, because of his stupidity, so will Saunders.

Vincent: If there's one thing I've learned, it's to not throw all your eggs in one basket. Saunders was plan A. I was counting on that, but there's a plan B. There's always a plan B.

(Vincent smiles and starts chewing on his tie.)

Besolve: What're you doing?

Vincent: I'm eating. What's it look like?

Besolve: Nevermind. Just be sure to get a couple more hospital seats reserved. It's gonna be a rough night for two unlucky wrestlers.

(Besolve, smirk on his face, walks out of the room. He's next.)

Rick: Welcome back! No more breaks, fans!

Eddie: Straight action right to the end!

Rick: That's right! It's a huge main event, and we're set to go.

# Word up son, word...

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

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

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

[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. He's ready.]

Rick: Huge opportunity for Saunders here tonight. Vincent promised he'll pay for his 'disloyalty' to the president, but as Boog so wonderfully proved, there ain't much Vincent can do if Saunders wins the title tonight.

Eddie: Shh! It's a good tune. [Saunders is now at the ring. He hops in, and waits.]

Rick: Let me do my job sometimes, 'kay?

#I Am Ironman#

(The familiar guitar riff plays out and blue and gold laser lights begin flashing around the dark arena. After flailing around the arena, the laser lights begin flashing in a single spot in front of the entrance ramp. The crowd boos loud, before an arrival. Darrel Besolve steps into the mixed laser light, adorned in a long, black wrestling robe. The robe is lined with white rhinestones around the edges. Darrel flashes one of his trademark smirks, drawing heat from the fans.)

Rick: This will be the first time Darrel and Boog will be in the same ring together since their classic 30-minute Ironman bout a couple months ago...

Eddie: That was sweet.

Rick: ...which Boog won 3-2, might I add.

Eddie: Next time DON'T add.

(Darrel climbs to the ring, and enters. The laser lights stop flashing and normal elevated spotlights are used. He flashes a dangerous look towards his first opponent, Matt Saunders. Saunders replies with a cocky smirk.)

Rick: Of course, it ain't Boog/Besolve. It's Boog/Besolve/Saunders. That's a HUGE difference! A positive difference, in my books. This opportunity is long overdue for the former HCWF champ.

(The lights dim, and the song that the World's Original Boog-man has adopted as his anthem, "Shortstop" by Steve Taylor, rings through the speakers.)

Rick: And here comes the flagship of the IWA! Our champion!

Eddie: Don't refer to him as that! He's not a TRUE champion!

Rick: You're an idiot. (The IWA fans, sometimes incredulous and indifferent to Boog, stand. He IS the champion, after all, and has finally proven himself to them...well, most. The Besolve fans stand, but more or less remain silent.)

Eddie: You're an idiot.

Rick: No you're an idiot!

Eddie: Sticks and stones may brea..

Rick: SHUT UP! Jeeze...

(Boog high-fives a few fans, and then dives under the bottom rope of the ring, staring at his two opponents. He removes the belt from his waist, and hands it to the referee, who holds it aloft.)

DING!

DING!

DING!

Rick: And here . . . we . . . go!

(The three men stand in a triangle formation. All three glancing back and forth at either opponent, waiting for an other to make a move.)

Eddie: C'mon! Get Boog! He's the frickin' champ!

(Suddenly, Besolve lunges for Boog. The two begin to brawl. Quickly Saunders joins in, laying in punches to both men freely. Besolve and Boog take the punches, concerned with each other. But Saunders' shots grow increasingly hard. Together, Besolve and Boog turn to Saunders and both men clock him down. Besolve and Boog return to each other with right hands.)

Rick: This match has the makings of a classic!

(The Future gains the upper hand with a thumb to the eye. He follows it up with an atomic drop, followed by a T-bone suplex, taking the champion down. But Saunders is waiting right there with a side kick to Besolve's stomach. Showtime follows it up with a jawbreaker. He covers Besolve.)

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

Rick: Boog doesn't even need to be pinned here. Saunders could have pinned Besolve and became the champ just now.

Eddie: That makes it that much tougher for the Boog. Which is why Vincent chose these rules as oppose to our usual elimination style.

(Boog sweeps Saunders' feet right out from under him. The champ begins layin' it to Saunders. Besolve is now up and drops the elbow. Boog narrowly moves out of the way, and Besolve hits Saunders. Darrel returns up and is clotheslined to the mat. Besolve pops back up. Boog swings with a right, but this is ducked. Besolve then neckbreaks Boog down. Darrel stomps on his opponent several times, before turning his attention to Saunders, who is rising to his feet in the corner. Besolve charges and crushes Saunders into the corner. He crumbles to his knees. Besolve throws him on his back, and drives his knee into Saunders' forehead.)

Eddie: Make him pay, Darrel! The traitor.

Rick: How is he a traitor, you freak?

Eddie: How is he NOT a traitor, I ask.

Rick: Wow, you're dumb.

(Besolve sees Boog getting to his feet, and meets him with an elbow to the spine. He launches Boog in the ropes and flapjacks him down. Besolve drops down to the mat and applies a cross-armbreaker submission hold.)

Eddie: Wrench that arm back! Wait for the snap! Wait for it...

Rick: If Boog taps, it's over!

Eddie: Great commentary by Rick Miller! That line is one for the record books.

Rick: Don't make fun of you. You screw up every line.

(Besolve wrenches back. Pain is visual in Boog's eyes. Saunders begins to get to his feet. Besolve sees this and releases the hold. He knees Saunders in the head, taking him down to the mat, and returns to Boog, reapplying the submission hold.)

Eddie: Besolve's just tearin' it up, ain't he? Teachin' these fools a lesson.

Rick: Someone needs to teach you a lesson... in broadcasting.

Eddie: Oooh.... he's on FI-YA!

(Boog makes it to the ropes this time. But Besolve is relunctant to release the hold. Eventually, he sees Saunders returning to his feet, and decides it's best to release the hold. Darrel hurries to Saunders, going for another knee. But this time Saunders is ready, and takes him to the mat with a corkscrew legwhip.)

Rick: Darrel's in trouble now!

(Saunders begins to violently stomp away at Besolve, releasing some anger. Then, Saunders runs to the ropes, springboarding off the second one, and planting an elbow into Besolve's chest.)

Rick: What height Saunders got!

Eddie: It was pretty high.

(The crowd pops as Saunders raises his arms as the last man standing. But not for long, as Boog-man gets to his feet... on the outside.)

Rick: Looks like Boog's takin' a breather.

Eddie: He'll need more than that after Besolve is through with him.

(Saunders bounces off the ropes and catches Boog with a baseball slide dropkick. On the outside, Saunders with go-behind. With a scream, Saunders slams Boog into the ground with a German suplex.)

Rick: OW!

Eddie: That'll hurt. Not much padding there.

(Saunders slides back in the ring, meeting Besolve on his feet. Saunders swings with a right, but Besolve blocks it and rocks him with his own shot. Darrel swings with a fierce blow, but Saunders ducks and plants Besolve down with another German suplex. Saunders hops onto the second rope now. He looks out at the crowd before leaping off.)

Rick: Saunders with a big legdrop... Besolve moves! That could prove costly.

Eddie: Against Besolve?? Blinking can be costly against this guy!

(Darrel returns to his feet and locks up with Saunders. A quick go-behind from Darrel. The Future quickly pounds away on Saunders' back, then shoves him face first into the turnbuckles. Darrel quickly attacks the cornered Saunders with a violent clothesline, then tosses Saunders down to the mat. Besolve raises his arms in the air. The crowd boos.)

Eddie: YES!

(Besolve starts stomping away at Saunders, until the former HCWF champ rolls out of the ring. Immediately after, Boog rolls back in the back. Besolve yells at Saunders, while Boog sneaks up in behind him. The crowd starts to grow loud anticipating Boog's attack. The IWA champ locks Besolve in a full-nelson, and suplex's him to the mat.)

Rick: The World's Original with a devastating move.

(Darrel pulls himself back up, holding the back of his head, only to be DDTed back down from the champ. Now, Boog points to the top rope.)

Rick: We're gonna see some rare high-risk from Boog!

Eddie: He's gonna screw up.

(Boog climbs to the top rope. Facing the crowd, he leaps backwords, and lands a moonsault on Besolve.)

Rick: THE BOOGSAULT! It could be over!

one!

two!

Rick: Saunders with the save at the last second.

(Saunders pulls Boog up.)

Eddie: Boogsault??

Rick: What?

Eddie: It's a moonsault. Call it what it is.

Rick: Boog's version is the Boogsault, Eddie. Just like Besolve's spinebuster is the Besolve Spike. Get it?

Eddie: Yeah, but Besolve is good, Rick.

Rick: So is our champion.

(Saunders grabs Boog, and plants him with a brainbuster.)

Rick: And, so is Saunders... as he just displayed, with that destructive brainbuster!

(Saunders returns his attention to Besolve. He smiles deviously.)

Rick: Now SAUNDERS is gonna teach the lesson.

(Matt pulls Besolve up, and locks on a double-underhook. Saunders tosses Besolve over his head to the mat. Besolve is writhing in pain. Showtime pulls him up by his fiery red hair and whips him in the corner. Besolve stumbles out, and into a running Death Valley Driver! The crowd erupts in cheers.)

Rick: THE AGONY OF DEFEAT!!

Eddie: NO!

Rick: THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--

(Boog lunges across the ring and breaks the count.)

Eddie: Thank god!

Rick: You mean thank Boog-man.

Eddie: No! No! Never!

(Saunders and Boog both meet on their feet. They lock up, and start jocking for position. Eventually, Saunders gets in position for a t-bone, but Boog-man blocks the attempt. He head butts Saunders and hits him with an inverted Atomic drop. Boog picks him up, and drops him neck first against the top rope. Saunders remains standing, but in a lot of pain. Boog scoops him up, and tosses him over the top rope. Saunders crashes hard on the ground, and rolls into the railing.)

Rick: There goes Saunders.

Eddie: Too bad.

(Boog returns his attention to Besolve, pulling him up to his feet.)

Rick: Boog tosses Besolve in the ropes... no, it's reversed... BESOLVE SPIKE!

Eddie: WOO!

Rick: The legs are hooked! Besolve could become IWA champ . . .

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Eddie: Damn it!

Rick: Incredibly close that time.

(Besolve gets to his feet and pulls up the champ. He stuffs Boog in the corner, and begins laying in a variety of punches to the body and head.)

Rick: There's some of that boxing experience.

Eddie: I didn't even know he boxed.

(After one last solid blow, Darrel signals the end is near.)

Eddie: Ooh... I'm so excited.

(Besolve stuffs Boog's head under his arm, setting up the Light of Judgement. He lifts Boog in the air...but Boog shifts his weight, preventing the move. Boog with a couple quick shoulderblocks to Besolve's body. Then, he drops Darrel to the mat with a stunner. Now, Boog sprints to the ropes, springboards off them, and plants a huge elbowdrop.)

Rick: THERE IT IS! THE EOA!

Eddie: No!

Rick: ELBOW OF ANNIHILATION!

(Boog slowly hooks the legs as the crowd goes insane.)

ONE!

. . . . . . .

TWO!

. . . . . . .

THWACK!

Rick: OH MY GOD! SAUNDERS JUST DECIMATED BOOG WITH A CHAIR TO THE HEAD!

(Saunders, after hitting Boog in the head from outside the ring, climbs inside the squared circle. Saunders reels back, and nails Boog-man again, this time in the spine. The ref calls for the bell, as the crowd voices their dislike for Saunders' actions.)

Rick: My god! What has Saunders done?

(One more time, Saunders cracks the chair against the body of the IWA champ. The ref tries to get in the way, and is shoved out of the ring as a result.)

Eddie: YES! Saunders took Vincent up on his offer! THIS IS GREAT!

Rick: Why? Why would we do this?

(Besolve has now returned to his feet. He looks at Saunders, then at Boog. Then, back at Saunders. He smiles and extends his hand. Matt "Showtime" Saunders shakes it welcomely. The crowd reacts with a chorus of jeers.)

Eddie: I'll tell you why. Cuz Vincent is the boss! And if you do what the boss says... you're rewarded!

Rick: I thought Saunders was above this, I really did.

(Besolve starts kicking the skull of Boog, while Saunders lays in chair shots to the body. Suddenly, the crowd bursts into cheers.)

Rick: IT'S ADAM KNIGHT! THE REVOLUTION IS HERE!

Eddie: Ah hell!

(Knight slides in the ring. He blocks a Besolve right hand, and starts wailing away on him. Saunders swings with the chair, but Knight ducks that. He kicks Matt in the stomach and rips the chair out of his hands. He turns to his right, and clocks Besolve with a shot to the head.)

Rick: GO KNIGHT!

(But, before he can turn back around, Saunders has low-blowed him.)

Rick: Damn it. Damn it!

(Matt hoists Knight on his shoulders, and plants him with the running Death Valley Driver onto the steel chair.)

Rick: AGONY OF DEFEAT ON THE CHAIR! Damn it all!

Eddie: WOOO!

(Saunders grabs the chair. He swings with much force, and clocks Knight in the back. Then, he does the same to Boog. And again, back to Knight. At this point, Besolve returns to his feet.)

Eddie: This is great!

(Besolve holds his head in pain, but a smile is on his face. He picks up a lifeless Boog-man, stuffs his head under his arm, hoists him way in the air, and drives him head first into the chair.)

Rick: THE LIGHT OF JUDGEMENT! Boog is out! He is out!

(The crowd continues to boo incredibly, and has begun to throw garbage into the ring. Darrel Besolve and Matt Saunders, both wearing sick smiles on their faces, raise their arms high in the air.)

(Copyright. IWA logo. Fade to black.)