("Crawling In The Dark" plays.)

Eddie: That's a great song. It's by Hoobastank.

Rick: And that means that Masin Quinn is coming out!

(Quinn steps out, and receives nothing of a reaction.)

Rick: Saskatoon fans are oblivious to Mason Quinn.

(Quinn walks down and slides in the ring. Then, "Simon Says" by Drain STH hits. A few seconds later, Simon Benson steps out.)

Rick: And here he is. Sibling of famous Dan Benson!

Eddie: And the crowd seems to know it too.

(The crowd gives a mild pop to Simon Benson. Benson marches to the ring, looking confident. He slides in.)

(Now, silence. Unfamiliar music plays and the crowd turns back to the entranceramp. Out steps a man clad in fire print.)

Rick: Crimson!

(Crimson, the former tag partner of Chris Saint, sprints down the aisle. He slides in the ring.)

THE BELL SOUNDS!

Rick: And we're off! HUGE stakes here! Winner receives a contract!

(Quinn and Benson both begin laying in boots to Crimson. Still, Crimson fights to his feet. He blocks a right hand from Benson, then Quinn. Crimson punches both men, then DDTs Quinn to the matt. Benson, however, dropkicks Crimson. Crimson is sent flying into the corner.)

Rick: Simon Benson is really laying in the boots now. Crimson is taken to the mat.

Eddie: And here comes Mason Quinn.

(Quinn, from behind, suplex's Benson to the mat. He grabs Crimson, pulls him up, and whips him in the corner. Quinn charges with a splash, but finds the boot of Crimson. Crimson hops up to the second rope, and leaps off, planting Quinn with a missile dropkick.)

Rick: Textbook! Really impressive.

(Crimson brings Benson up. He sets up for a suplex, but it's blocked. Benson drives Crimson back into the corner. He sits Crimson on the top rope, and climbs up. Benson sets up for a superplex.)

Rick: Simon Benson's going high risk here!

Eddie: And he plants Crimson! Beautiful!

(Benson goes for the cover.)

. . . . . . 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . Quinn in to make the save.

(Mason Quinn pulls Benson up. He scoops him up, and slams him in the middle of the ring. Mason now goes to the top.)

Rick: It's Quinn's turn! What's he have planned?

(Quinn leaps off with a cross-body block, but he's caught by Crimson, and powerslammed to the mat.)

Eddie: Bet that didn't go as planned.

Rick: Ya think?

Eddie: Go play in the snow!

Rick: There is none.

Eddie: Bah!

(Crimson makes the cover. 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . kickout. He pulls Quinn up, and locks him in a full-nelson. Crimson throws Quinn over his head with a beautiful full-nelson slam.)

Rick: Nice move! This Crimson just might win this thing for Chris Saint!

Eddie: Not if Benson has anything to say about it.

(Simon Benson has returned. He hits Crimson with a low-blow behind the refs back.)

Rick: He just... that's was unecessary.

(Benson locks on a waist-lock. He lifts Crimson up, and throws him over the top rope. Crimson crashes to the outside.)

Eddie: What impact! Crimson is hurt!

Rick: Benson is grabbing the legs of Mason Quinn. He's locking on . . . the Sharpshooter!

Eddie: He's got it locked! It could be it!

(The ref checks Quinn. He's fighting . . . . fighting . . . . fighting . . . )

(Quinn taps.)

Rick: We have a winner!

Rick: Simon Benson wins! He is the newest member of the IWA roster!

Eddie: Now we see if he can have the same success that Dan Benson had.

[We are backstage. In Vincent's office. Vincent is in his office. It's where he belongs. He's not doing work. No. He's actually tasting the leaves on a nearby house plant.]

Vincent: Mmm... rasberry.

[Levin, the Commish, gives Vincent a weirded-out look. But, that's nothing new.]

[Then, the door slams open. The crowd pops LARGE, as Boog-Man stands in the doorway.]

Boog: Mike Vincent.

Vincent: Ah. The champion.

Boog: You paged me. I'm here.

Vincent: I paged you 20 minutes ago!

Boog: You're lucky I showed up at all.

Vincent: You're lucky I don't suspend you!

[Boog finally enters the room. He doesn't like threats. Boog leans over Vincent's oak desk, and stares deep in his eyes.]

Boog: Whether you like it or not, Mike, I am your champion. As champion, I have a certain amount of power. The power that comes with being the champion of the top fed in the NeWA. I am looked up at for my achievements. Wrestlers all around the NeWA want to be in my shoes. Promoters which they had the chance to book me. You know that Mike. And as much as you want the IWA title off of me, you damn well know that I fill those seats. You hate me... but you love the money I make you. And for that reason, you won't suspend me.

Vincent: You assume a lot, Boog. What you fail to realize is that this place IS the big-time! I don't need you! I have a full roster of people as good as you!

Boog: Than why, after all your hard work, am I still champion?

[Vincent pauses. Slowly, a smirk develops on his face.]

Vincent: Alright, Boog. You're right. I don't understand it, but fans love you. I put you on the shows, and people flock to see you. You make me money. A hell of a lot of money. But you're wrong about one thing. You have NO power over me. I am the boss. You are the worker. I say jump, you say "fuck you Mike", so I get a couple of tough asses to throw you in the air. When it's all said and done, the IWA title will be around the waist of a TRUE champion, like Saunders or Besolve. And you, you'll be curtain jerkin' against washed-up losers like Gary Brown and his gay amigo, Blade.

Boog: Funny, you know, how you can say all that, when everything you've thrown at me has failed. Nothing you do can stop me. I still am... your champion. I'm at the top of the ladder, and you KNOW I'm gonna stay and enjoy the view.

Vincent: Well, that's just peachy, Boog. Because I haven't begun to throw anything at you. Well, I just have, actually.

Boog: What do you mean by that?

Vincent: Nothing, nothing... Here, look at these pictures I made.

[Vince hands Boog some papers. Boog looks at them briefly, and tosses them to the ground.]

Vincent: Hey! I worked all morning colouring in those turtles!

Boog: Why am I here?? What is the real reason I'm here?

Vincent: I just wanted to talk, that's all. Didn't you enjoy our conversation? I certainly did.

Boog: You're up to something. I don't know what, but something.

[Boog turns around to the door, only to see it slammed shut by the big Nailz.]

Boog: Get out of my way.

[Nailz stands with his arms crossed. Boog gets right in his face.]

Boog: NOW!

[Nailz is intimated by Boog. He steps aside. Boog opens the door, when Vincent stops him.]

Vincent: It's too late. You'll never get to him on time.

[Boog gasps, and darts out of the room.]

Rick: What is he talking about?

Eddie: Who knows.

[We cut from a shot of Boog with the boss to a shot of Besolve with a bat. The egotistical young monster is standing outside a dressing room with a black Louisville Slugger. He is wearing an unbuttoned black, silk shirt and a pair of black slacks. He opens the door and rushes quickly into the room.]

Knight: (Turning) Boog?

[Adam never knew what hit him. For all he knew, Boog had just entered the room. When the bat hit his head, there was a sickening crack. Blood spit forward from the immediate wound on his forehead. The reckless abandon for Knight�s health from Darrel was gut wrenching.]

Darrel: (Voice coming out as a primal growl) You want to be a fucking hero?

[A chair topples as Knight tries to gain some type of footing. Darrel steps forward, crashing a shot with the bat across Knight�s knee.]

Darrel: I am some kind of has been, huh? Not the man I once was?

[Holy cow, another shot to the knee, this time a two handed overhead blow. One can almost hear the bone chip.]

Darrel: HUH? WHO IS DANGEROUS NOW?

[Adam rolls onto his belly, trying to protect his injured knee. Darrel draws back and swings with incredible velocity, crashing into Knight�s kidney. Impact from the blow forces a trickle of blood from Adam�s mouth.]

Darrel: Tell me what kind of man I am now, Adam! Tell me!

[Snapped is an understatement for The Future�s current status. Grabbing the injured leg�s ankle, Darrel takes a step forward. With an exceptionally refined glide, Darrel locks the figure four in with precision.]

Darrel: What do you say now, Adam? Who is the fucking man now?

[Adam is screaming and writing in pain. Darrel is pulling down on the hold for all he is worth. Long, agonizing moments pass before security floods into the room. Vincent has to �protect� his superstars afterall, doesn�t he? It takes two men to pry Darrel off of Knight, who after the attack looks quite damaged. Darrel willingly lets himself be pulled out of the room. A devious smile on his face. He is proud.]

Rick: What had he done?

[Just then, Boog-man rushes in. He runs to Adam.]

Boog: Damn it! DAMN IT!

[We are left with the image of Knight, battered and bleeding. Boog tries to comfort his friend.]

Eddie: I don�t believe what I just saw. THAT WAS GREAT! Vincent is a genius! Holding Boog hostage. Ha.

Rick: Besolve is a madman! He has no place in wrestling! No place in the IWA! He and Vincent should be put in jail!

Eddie: Ha!

Rick: Welcome back fans. Moments ago, while Vincent held Boog's attention, Darrel Besolve viciously, sickeningly attacked Adam Knight.

[We cut to the back. Boog is frantically running in the halls.]

Boog: Where's Besolve? Where is Besolve??

[Boog asks everyone he sees. Everyone shakes their head nervously.]

Rick: Boog has lost it. And with good reason. He might be out of a partner.

Eddie: If all goes well.

[We cut to Knight being attended to by paramedics. He is bandaged, and unconcious.]

Rick: Things don't look good, Eddie.

Eddie: Are you kidding?? This is Great! WOOO!

Rick: You sick bastard! I loath you!

Eddie: I'll wash myself, thank you very much!

Rick: Goddamn, you're an idiot! Jeez...

Eddie: Don't we have a show to get to here?

Rick: We do. Fans, I'll fill you in as soon as I get word from the back about any new developments. But, we indeed have to get the show moving here. So, lets just go to the ring.

("Heretic Song" by Slipknot is heard.)

Eddie: Chris Fury!

(Eddie headbangs to the song.)

Rick: We haven't seen him since his loss to Burke at Night of Terror.

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

Rick: Fury will battle Jeckel tonight.

Eddie: Last week Jeckel ran through Serg Dakeon last week. Fury might have to break a sweat tonight.

[ Silence. ]

Rick: Jeez... he knows how to build up an entrance.

[ 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: I love that!

DING DING

(Fury turns around to see Jeckel coming at him. Fury sidesteps him and begins laying in rights, teetering the big Jeckel. Fury spits in his hand, and veers back for a lost shot, but it's ducked. Jeckel kicks him in the stomach and DDTs him to the mat. Now, Jeckel begins laying in boots the likes you've never seen.)

Eddie: Holy hell... he's stomping a mudhole in Fury!

Rick: And now he's walkin' it dry!

(Jeckel pulls Fury to his feet. He throws Fury into the corner. Jeckel charges with a splash, but Fury comes bolting out, planting a dropkick to the chest of Jeckel. Jeckel is knocked to the mat. But he quickly gets up. Fury hits him with an atomic drop, then drops him with a spinebuster. Fury yells at the crowd, proud of himself. Behind him, Jeckel has quickly returned to his feet. He shakes off the attack, and creeps up right behind his opponent.)

Rick: Uh oh.

(Jeckel locks on a chicken-wing submission. He hoists Fury in the air and slams him down hard.)

Rick: The Gates of Heaven! We saw that last week!

Eddie: And last week it almost killed Dakeon!

(Jeckel stands over his opponent, as the crowd watches him in amazement. Then, Jeckel drops down and bites Fury's head.)

Rick: He's... he's biting Chris Fury!!

Eddie: My god, he's a freak!

(Jeckel gets to his feet, smiling. Blood is covering his mouth. Fury is obviously bleeding.)

Eddie: Sick! That was awesome!

Rick: We've got a psycho on our hands.

(Fury is pulled up to his feet. Jeckel stuffs his head in between his legs and locks on a double-underhook.)

Rick: He's going for the Ticket to Hell!

(He lifts Fury up . . no, Fury counters with a back-body drop. Fury rubs blood off his forehead, and looks down at his opponent in rage. Fury pulls him up and spits on him. Then, he goes for a stunner, but Jeckel shoves him into the ropes. Fury flies back and is kicked in the stomach. Jeckel shoves his head between his legs, gets a double-underhook locked in, hoists him vertically, and piledrives him to the mat.)

Eddie: He got it! Fury is hurt!

(Jeckel covers Fury, staring into the camera with a bloody smile.)

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

Eddie: Another impressive victory for Jeckel.

Rick: Jeez, this man is sick!

Eddie: Yeah. He's got a bright future in the deranged promotion known as the I-W-A.

[We return to Rush backstage. Boog-man is still searching for Besolve. He's more calm now, though. He marches with purpose, but no screaming. Still, Boog looks very angry.]

[Suddenly, Boog is called to from behind.]

Saunders: Hey Boog!

[Boog turns around and approaches Saunders, who is smiling.]

Saunders: You might as well stop looking. I was told Besolve left the building. He'll be back though, for the main event.

Boog: Don't think for a second that I forgot about what you did to me last week!

Saunders: What I did? You mean when I hit you with that chair? Or are you talking about when I planted you with the Agony of Defeat on the steel chair?

[Boog takes a step forward.]

Boog: You picked a bad time to start messing with me, boy.

Saunders: Is that so?

[Boog looks ready to attack. But, he doesn't. Instead, he takes a step backwards, and relaxes. ]

Boog: In the ring, Saunders. In the ring, you'll get yours. You and Besolve. Trust me.

Saunders: That's funny. If you were planning on saving it for the ring, then what the hell were you looking for Besolve for, huh? To talk? Ha. You're scared. I can smell it.

Boog: No, Matt. I'm not scared. I have a better idea. You just wait.

[Boog pats Saunders on the shoulder. He takes a few steps backwards, then turns around and walks away.]

Saunders: (quietly) You got nothing, Boog. Nothing.

[Cut to ringside.]

Rick: A better idea, eh? What do you think he means by that?

Eddie: Nothing. He knew Saunders woulda kicked his ass, so he made that sad excuse.

Rick: Oh really? Well I find that hard to believe, but whatever you say, oh drunken master.

Eddie: Damn right.

Rick: Ok folks here we go with a match that really is a throw back to the rich tag history of the IWA tag titles. Right now he have the always up and coming tag team Paradox against the reigning IWA tag champs Mike Barcode and The Angle of Death Steve Riggs!

Eddie: Wait . . . always up and coming that doesn�t make sense.

Rick: Damnit Eddie it was a crack at how they really haven�t done much here in the IWA . . . and you yet again have ruined one of my jokes and completely wasted these good peoples time!

Eddie: You . . . you . . . yelled at me.

Rick: Sweet lord just bring out the wrestlers.

Eddie: You didn�t have to . . . yell.

(The packed crowd hears "It Feels Good" by Tony, Tony, Tone ring through their ears as Antoine Murrain and Anthony Cosgrove make their way down to ringside.)

Rick: These guys are a couple of talented young wrestlers Eddie; they could break out at anytime. We could very easily see new tag champs here tonight.

Eddie: We aren�t talking right now Rick, just give me some space right now . . . ok?

Rick: I hate my life.

[The music begins, softly, and slowly begins to grow. The crowd falls to a hush, as the music starts, and the the lights slowly dim The arena is covered in a blue light, as Sanitarium begins...]

[The last word is barely heard, when Mike Barcode and Steve Riggs step out from the locker room area. Each is draped with an IWA Tag Team Title, and stand still at the start of the ramp, taking in the environment, ready to fight. The music has been playing, as they listen, and breathe, before departing down the ramp.]

Rick: Wow I haven�t seen two guys knock heads since . . .

Eddie: Yea?

Rick: That�s where you insult me and make a crack about my sexuality.

Eddie: Hey . . . you said you wanted to take care of the joking yourself, apparently I�m not funny.

TONG TONG... er... DING DING!

Rick: Anyways, Barcode and Cosgrove are in ring. Cosgrove looks a little intimidated to say he least as Mike slowly circles him.

(As Rick said Barcode is slowly circling the hapless Cosgrove then each man makes his move. The grapplers tie up and Barcode automatically gets the upper hand whipping him into the turnbuckle nearest Riggs, a tag is made. Riggs and Barcode set the helpless Cosgrove up onto the turnbuckle and set him up for a huge move.)

Rick: DOUBLE SUPERPLEX! Anthony Cosgrove is out on the mat and Steve Riggs is standing over his fallen opponent, Riggs is dragging Anthony around the ring by his hair for gods� sake! Eddie say something would you?

Eddie: Not until you apologize.

(Riggs sets Cosgrove up and plants him hard with a release German Suplex at center ring. Laughing Steve walks over and tags in Barcode. With Cosgrove sprawled out on the mat Barcode has no other choice but to . . .)

Rick: O god Barcode with a swift football kick to the man zone of Anthony Cosgrove! That and get over it Eddie!

Eddie: Ehh . . . good enough. Hug?

Rick: Get away from me.

(With Cosgrove holding his jewels screaming bloody murder and his partner Antoine Murrain begging for a tag, Barcode signals something to Steve Riggs. Riggs hops off the apron and searches under the ring for something. After much searching he pulls out three obviously pre placed items.)

Rick: Holy Hell! A TABLE . . . and a LIGHTER . . . and a BOTTLE OF LIGHTER FLUID!!! Sweet Mother Mary Paradox is about to get lit up!

Eddie: Ooo fire is always yummy.

(Mike tells Steve to get the table ready, and so he does. Setting up the folding table and literally pouring the entire bottle of lighter fluid over the wood and the of course setting the mother on fire. Riggs stands beside the wood table, which by this time is consumed in flame, flashing Barcode an evil smile Riggs crawls back on his spot on the ring apron.)

Rick: Barcode grabs Cosgrove�s hair and sends him into the ropes, bounces off and gets a body press right over the top rope STRAIGHT INTO THE TABLE!!!

Eddie: Cosgrove is rolling around on the concrete like a little bitch . . . KICK ASS!!! BURN BABY BURN!!!

(Barcode is out after Cosgrove, kicking the still burning pieces of the table out of his way he pulls Anthony to his feet and rolls him in ring. Getting back in the ring himself he then goes over and tags in the apply named Angle of Death. Riggs taunts Antoine Murrain who STILL has yet to make an appearance in this match.)

Eddie: Hooo Boy if Riggs is about to what I think he�s going to do . . . good by one half of Paradox.

(Steve Riggs pulls Cosgrove up to his feet, tapping the large amount of blood that is covering Anthony forehead and face. He lightly taps the end of his tongue with his now bloody finger and smiles a deep evil smile and does the first thing that comes to his mind.)

Rick: THE FEAR EFFECT!!! Cosgrove is DOWN!!!

Eddie: Well more so than he was. I just can�t believe how dominant The Hardcore Contingent is being, Paradox is getting their asses handed to them. Riggs is going to go for the pin . . . wait he�s just standing there looking at Cosgrove . . . he tagged in Barcode!!! This thing is just getting started!!!

(Barcode picks up the limp Anthony Cosgrove and stares at him straight in the face. Then does what he does best. Setting up Cosgrove for the . . . . . )

Eddie: ARMAGEDDON!!! Barcode just layed Cosgrove out EVEN MORE with the Armageddon Neck Breaker!!!

Rick: Holy God what else can these men possibly do!!! O wait . . .

Eddie: Yea I was thinking the same thing.

(Barcode tags in Riggs who sets Cosgrove up for a Spike Pile Driver. Barcode then climbs up on the top turnbuckle signaling to the crown it�s time for a little Joy.)

Rick: O I can�t watch.

Eddie: O I can�t wait!

Rick: Sicko

Eddie: Baby

(Barcode leaps off with a HUGE Shooting Star Press Riggs continues the pile driver.)

Eddie: Ouch . . .

Rick: THE JOY OF INSANITY!!! HOLY GOD ANTHONY COSGROVE HAS TO BE DEAD!!! I HAVENT SEEN THIS MUCH DOMINANCE SINCE . . . HELL I�VE NEVER SEEN THIS MUCH!!!

(Rick falls out of his chair out of breath, Eddie looks around a little confused. Antoine Murrain is going completely insane on the outside, the fact he has yet to get a tag in must be bugging him just a little bit.)

Eddie: Umm . . . ok I can do this. Umm . . . Barcode and Riggs are like walking around smiling . . . and like Barcode gets back on the ring apron . . . and like . . . yea.

(Riggs falls on top of the blood stained Anthony Cosgrove and makes the cover.)

Eddie: O hey a cover the refs counting.

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

Eddie: Umm . . . The Hardcore Contingent retains the IWA Tag Titles! Hey this isn�t that hard, who needs Rick when you have Eddie color commentator extraordinaire?

(Rick stagers back into his chair, his hair a bit mussed. He looks around obviously confused.)

Rick: What the hell? What happened?

Eddie: You passed out . . . don�t worry I finished covering the match.

Rick: What . . . you!?! Oh god NO!?!

(Barcode and Riggs�s music hits over the PA and they climb up on the turnbuckles and hold up their rightfully earned IWA Tag Team Title belts.)

Eddie: Alright. I'm gettin' some snacks.

[Before the break, we cut backstage. In his dressing room, Evan Hurley stretches for his match. Amy is next to him.]

[Next, we switch to Burke's dressing room. Adam is hopping up and down, energizing himself.]

Rick: Fans, you're gonna wanna stay tuned for this! It'll be one helluva friggin match!

Rick: Welcome back, fans! Next, we have a HUGE match between two heated rivals. These guys have been going at it for a while now, but only had one match.

Eddie: Burke won that match, and now Evan has a rematch of sorts.

Rick: Well now we ha�

(The lights instantly black out in the arena. Then a second later there is a huge clap of thunder followed by lights simulating lightning. This is followed by the slow ringing of a large bell. The familiar chords of AC/DC�s �Hell�s Bells� fills the arena.)

Eddie: What the hell?

(To every bass hit a strobe light lights from the apron, illuminating three figure, two men and one woman. When the music starts to speed up there is a flurry of blue laser lights and smoke. Finally the lights come on to reveal �The Tiger� Adam Burke up on the ramp.)

(Adam's usual black shirt and tie are gone, replaced by a black button-up shirt, left unbuttoned, adorned with an oriental style dragon in combat with a white tiger on the front. On the back is the same white tiger, appearing to tear through the shirt. He has the NWA World Cruiserweight Title on his shoulder. To his left is Brandy, who looks a little scared and nervous. And to Adam�s right, twirling a black bat, is Super Shoink, the IWA Cruiserweight title around his waist.)

Rick: That�s Adam�s insurance! IWA CW Champ Super Shoink!

Eddie: That�s the big surprise! Ha! I could get past Shoink.

Rick: Shut up Eddie.

(The fans let out a huge pop for the Burke and the local champ Shoink as they make their way down the apron to the ring.)

# I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain / I'm comin' on like a hurricane / My lightning's flashing across the sky / You're only young, but you're gonna die

(Shoink runs up and opens up the ropes Brandy to get in and Adam leapfrogs over the ropes.)

# I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives / Nobody's putting up a fight / I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell / I'm gonna get you, Satan get you.

Rick: This match has really brought out a different side of Adam, I have never seen him this way before.

Eddie: Maybe he could�ve beaten Riggs if he was like that.

Rick: Jeez, let it slide.

(Adam climbs up the turnbuckle lifts the NWA belt high in the air to another big pop as the arena fills with flashbulbs.)

# Hell's bells / Yeah, hell's bells / You got me ringing hell's bells / My temperature's high, hell's bells.

(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 IWA International titleholder Violent Evan Hurley and his manager Amy Keenan emerge from the entranceway. With the gold belt grasped tightly his hand Evan and Amy make their way to the ring.)

Rick: Evan Hurley. Some say he's a future world champion.

Eddie: Some also say bugs taste good.

Rick: Are you saying he doesn't have the potential?

Eddie: I'm just saying bugs taste like shit.

Rick: I'll tell ya something, Eddie. Hurley, and Burke for that matter... both these guys are just beginning to tap into their potential. I've been in this business a long time, and I know what it takes. And these guys have it.

(Hurley slides in the ring. He hurries to his feet.)

DING DING DING!

(The crowd starts coming alive, as Hurley and Burke approach the center of the ring. The two stare at each other. Years of pain, anguish and suffering all culminate here. And it shows.)

Eddie: Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!

(Suddenly, both men start wailing on each other and the crowd responds with a massive cheer. Hurley gets the upper hand and whips Burke into the ropes. Burke flies back with the energy of a coke addict, and takes Hurley down. On the mat, he starts firing hard rights to the skull of his cousin.)

Rick: Can you feel it fans? This is history in the making!

(Burke doesn't relent. Shot after shot after shot. The emotions in his eyes are strong as he lays it to Evan. Now, the International champ grabs the ropes, and pulls himself onto the apron. Burke bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Hurley to the outside, where he crashes against the guardrail. Burke, in the ring, waits for Hurley to turn around, before leaping over the guardrail with a cross-body. He takes Evan to the ground. Burke gets to his feet and screams, while raising his arms. The fans react with a massive pop.)

Eddie: This one's startin' hot, Rick.

Rick: And we knew it would.

(Burke grabs Hurley by the hair, and tosses him into the ringsteps. Burke charges his cousin, but Evan avoids the attack. Burke, in result, puts himself into the steps. Evan gets to his feet and lays in the boots to Burke, before grabbing a chair.)

Rick: This is perfectly legal. The outside is the danger zone in the IWA, folks.

(Hurley lines up and swings the chair. But Burke moves. He kicks Evan in the midsection sending the chair flying. The Tiger hooks up his cousin, and suplex's him to the ground. He rolls back in the ring, and out, to break the count. He grabs Hurley by his head to pull him up, but Evan counters with a low blow. He follows it up by hoisting The Tiger over his shoulder, and planting him on the outside with a Death Valley Driver.)

Eddie: Sweet!

Rick: That move HAD to take a massive toll.

(Hurley slides Burke back in the ring, and makes a cover.)

Rick: This could be it . . . . 1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . Burke raises the shoulder!

Eddie: I'm glad it ain't over. This is frickin' entertainment at its best!

(Hurley pulls Burke up, and Irish whips him in the turnbuckles. He charges, and digs an elbow into Burke's face.)

Rick: Oh man. That coulda knocked out a tooth.

Eddie: Maybe even a tooth. . . . wait . . . sorry.

Rick: Look at Evan as he whips Burke into the opposite corner with authority. He's charging again... another big elbow! Evan with a DDT, taking Burke down. Now, I think he's going up top.

Eddie: Wooo!

(Evan mounts to the top rope. He measures up Burke before leaping off with a big frogplash . . .)

Rick: And Burke moves! Costly error from the International champ.

(Both men lay in hurt briefly. Then, both begin to pull themselves up.)

Eddie: And here they go!

Rick: Hurley's up after that last attack and is charging fast. Adam bounces off of the ropes and charges forward, drops down under Evan, and lifts up sending him flying to the outside.

Eddie: Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!

(Evan hits the ground with an impact and holds on to his head. As Evan starts to get up Burke charges and flies to the outside with a Tumbling Side Flip and makes a huge impact. After a few seconds Adam stumbles up and starts fumbling beneath the ring.)

Eddie: Ooh, always a good thing, its rare moments like this I almost like that coward.

(Adam slides three tables from underneath the mat. And sets them up in front of Hurley and one the left and right of Evan. The crowd starts to get on their feet wondering what he�s up to.)

Eddie: What the hell . . . this'll be cool . . .

(The arena starts to erupt in cheers as Adam picks Hurley up off his feet. Adam grapples Evan from behind, and sends him through the first table with a German Suplex.)

Eddie: WHOA!

(Super Shoink, watching nearby, is impressed. Burke keeps the hold on Evan, and picks him up again sending him through the next table, to a big pop again as they chant "2.")

Rick: Burke just put Hurley through TWO tables!

Eddie: And he's not done yet!

(The Tiger again keeps the hold, and sends Evan crashing through the third table and finally lets go as the crowd erupts in adulation. Super Shoink is applauding.)

Rick: I have never, in all my years, seen something like that! Rolling German suplexes, each one through a frickin' table!

Eddie: That's one for the highlight reel, ain't it!

(Burke rolls the champ into the ring. He makes the cover, and the crowd counts along loudly.)

Crowd: ONE!

Crowd: TWO!

Crowd: THREE!

Rick: NO! Hurley gets the shoulder up! Unbelievable!

(Burke almost can't believe it himself. He pulls up Hurley, and whips him in the ropes. Hurley comes back and is planted with a spinebuster. Burke eyes the ropes before running into them, sprinboarding backwords off the middle one with a moonsault.)

Rick: Asai moonsault! Evan gets the knees up! That hurts!

(The Tiger rolls on his back clenching his stomach.)

Rick: Evan gets a much needed chance to rest here, after that vicious table sequence.

Eddie: Sure was nice to see.

(Hurley finally gets to his feet shortly after Burke. The International champ ducks a lariat, and pulls Burke down by his head. Hurley eyes the ropes now, and smiles.)

Rick: Evan's up to something . . .

(Evan runs at the ropes, springboarding off with a moonsault.)

Eddie: ASAI MOONSAULT! HE PLANTS IT!

Rick: That's one of Burke's trademark moves!

(Hurley raises his arms. The crowd gives him a less-than-friendly responce. Hurley ignores them, and brings Burke back up. He whips him in the corner.)

Eddie: Good gravy this match is one hell of a . . . match.

Rick: Good one. Anyways, Adam is trapped in the corner and Evan is REALLY laying into the NWA Cruiserweight champ now, a flurry of lefts and rights square to the face. Adam is slowly developing a large cut on his forehead.

Eddie: I guess he�s wearing the �crimson mask� now, eh?

Rick: Yea . . . sure.

(Evan aggressively tosses Adam out of the corner and into mid ring. Taking a running start he runs Adam over with a stiff Clothesline. The back of Adam�s head slams into the mat, Evan smiles and reaches down pulling Adam up by his hair.)

Rick: Lord look at that evil grin . . . the International Champion is a sicko.

Eddie: And I love it.

(A few seconds of silence from the announcers.)

Rick: What are you doing?

Eddie: Giving a thumbs up to the people at home.

Rick: We don�t have a camera on us Eddie.

Eddie: What . . . really?

(Hurley sets up his cousin in a pump-handle. He lifts him over his shoulder, and plants the NeWA Cruiserweight champ to the mat. He makes a cover.)

ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TH- kickout!

(Hurley allows Burke to get to his feet, wasting his own strength. Then, he locks on a sleeper hold.)

Rick: Evan's gonna slow things down quite a bit here. Give himself a breather.

Eddie: While Burke uses his energy to struggle. Great.

(Burke begins to show signs of fading. But he comes back to life, elbowing the champion in the head numerous times, breaking the hold. He grabs Evan, and whips him into the ropes. Evan comes back, and Burke catches him in a sleeper hold.)

Rick: My my! The tables have turned.

Eddie: Tables? Where?? Where??

(Burke grinds his teeth and he tries to pass out his cousin. But Hurley begins to pull himself to the ropes. He dives at the ropes, and the momentum sends Burke over him, and to the outside.)

Rick: Great counter!

(Hurley gets to his feet. He limps around, waiting for Burke to get to his feet. When he does, Evan runs across the ring, and leaps OVER the top rope, and connects with Burke's head with a gigantic dropkick.)

Eddie: OH MY GOD! THAT WAS FRICKIN' AWESOME!

Rick: How did he do that??

(The crowd appreciates the move, even if they don't like Evan, and cheer the suicide dropkick.)

Rick: Hurley landed hard that time. That might have done more damage to him than to Burke!

(Both men lay still for awhile as the ref does his manditory count. Eventually, The Tiger pulls himself up to his feet. He slides in the ring, but Hurley pulls him right back out. Evan swings with a wild right and misses. Burke rocks him with a European uppercut.)

Rick: Burke laying in with some hard lefts and rights on Hurley.

Eddie: Oh may my sickening bloodlust be fulfilled oh gods of wrestling. Rick: Burke's bleeding already! Jeez!

Eddie: Well I'm sorry if I like blood!

Rick: Adam fazes Hurley with a devastating uppercut and sends Hurley down with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex.

(Adam reaches under the mat and comes back out with a kendo stick. As Hurley gets on his feet Adam sends it crashing into the back of Hurley�s head.)

Eddie: Blood, precious�wonderful blood.

(Adam wastes no time going in for the hold, and sends Hurley down hard with a Reverse DDT Drop. Adam picks up Evan again and sets him on top of the announcer table.)

Eddie: Hey! Don�t make me come over there, why one of these days Alice!

Rick: What?

Eddie: Sorry, went into my Honeymooners phase for a minute.

(Adam then goes under the ring once again and pulls out a ladder. The crowd lets out a big pop when they see the tall steel ladder.)

Rick: A ladder! What else!

(Adam tosses it in the ring and then rolls under the ropes. He quickly sets it up with the steps facing Evan. Once it�s done, he climbs up top as fast he can, and sets himself up on the top step.)

Eddie: Oh hell yeah!

Rick: I think we�d better move, and I think he�d better hope Evan doesn�t.

(Adam takes a deep breath and jumps up and out as far as he can.

Rick: He�s going for Back Flip Splash! HE NAILS IT! HE SLAMS EVAN RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! From the top of a ladder inside the ring all the way to the outside! Neither men are moving!

Eddie: Beautiful�just�beautiful.

(Eddie wipes a tear from his eye.)

Rick: I can't believe what I just saw! Just listen to the crowd!

("HOLY SHIT," they say.)

Eddie: Are they dead?

Rick: No, it looks like Burke is moving. He's getting to his feet. Wow, he looks hurt. Burke grabs Hurley, and pulls him up. Burke slides him in the ring.

Eddie: This has got to be over!

(Burke manages to slide in the ring. He drapes an arm across the chest of Evan.)

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

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

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

Rick: He got him! Burke wins!

Rick: The fans are going nuts here in Saskatoon! What a match we just witnessed!

Eddie: Holy frick! I give HUGE props to both these guys for this match! Just outstanding!

Rick: Adam Burke becomes a double champion! IWA International Champ, and NeWA World Cruiserweight champ! What a feat.

(Both men lay still.)

Eddie: Hey, Rick. Go check on them. I don't think they're OK.

Rick: I'm not sure they are, either!

(Slowly, they begin to roll around the ring.)

Eddie: Wait! There we go. They're OK.

Rick: Or at least not dead.

(Slowly, the two get to their feet. Both stumble around. Evan gathers himself in the ring, as Adam joins with Shoink outside the ring, when a voice comes over the house PA. It sounds like Steve Riggs.)

Riggs: Prepare, to experience the joys.

(Evan and Adam stare at each other, uneasily, angrily, when out of the crowd Riggs and Mike Barcode roll into the ring.)

Rick: The tag team champions are here!

(Adam and Shoink stare outside the ring. Riggs grabs ahold of Evan Hurley.)

Rick: Riggs lays into Evan with punches, as Evan tries to fight back. He low blows Riggs, and runs, attempting a suicide dive over the ropes!

Eddie: These guys are f'n nuts, I want outta here too! OOH! Barcode just grabbed Hurley by the hair, and caught him mid-air, as Hurley is slammed to the mat!

(Riggs picks him up, and holds the unconsious Hurley in the piledriver position, as Barcode climbs to the top rope.)

Eddie: Barcode is going up top, it looks like some sort of Spike Piledriver...

Rick: Barcode leaps off...Shooting Star Press!

Eddie: OW! Barcode's torso, his mass and body weight, just drove Evan Hurley's head into the mat, with velocity, with force, is Evan OK?

(Barcode rolls around on the mat, in pain, as Evan Hurley lays motionless. Shoink and Burke look slightly disgusted, and amused.)

Eddie: Can you believe what these men have done, to the International Champion. This man has a future, and it has been put into jeopardy but The Hardcore Contingent of Mike Barcode and Steve Riggs. Craaazy. I think Evan should have just watched with Shoink and Burke.

Rick: Riggs is motioning for a microphone now, and I can't possibly imagine what they can say in response to such a horriffic attack. Evan Hurley is a fighter, he won't back down, but we have to wonder-why? We have to wonder-will this young man be OK?

(Riggs laughs, as he helps Barcode to his feet. Evan still has not moved.)

Riggs: Congratulations Evan, you've taken the first step, to enlightenment. I am the Angel of Death, and I know that you have experienced, the Joy of Insanity. Evan, oh Evan, welcome to the greater good.

(Barcode, no longer winded, takes the microphone from Riggs.)

Barcode: Evan, we're still friends. Hey, I was at Tyler's party. We're out here now, because I want ALL my friends. Evan, the crowd, Eddie, Rick...

Eddie: I'm not his friend. You're his friend?

Barcode: To experience what it's like to be beaten, and to beat. To feel pain, and give it to others. Let your mind flow, and cross to the other side. Steve, my friend and fellow champion has taken the correct step. I have taken the step. Now I encourage, no, demand you all take the step, and experience the joys yourselves. Now, let's get some EMTs, so I can help my pal out of the ring, and let him rest, and think about his future.

(Barcode motions for some EMTs. The Camera pans to see Adam Burke staring at his cousin, intently, while Shoink chuckles at the situation.)

Rick: Mike Barcode is crazy, and so is Steve Riggs. These nuts are our Tag Team Champions, and they just dismantled IWA International Champ Evan Hurley! His cousin, Adam, and Super Shoink are just standing by!

(The EMTs begin to remove Evan, as Steve Riggs again takes the microphone.)

Riggs: There is also one more person we need to instill these grand beliefs into. Adam-get in this ring.

Rick: Burke getting into the ring, flanked by Super Shoink. These two men stand ready to fight, as Barcode rolls out of the ring.

Eddie: He's abandoning Riggs, he's abandoning Riggs!

(Barcode reaches under neath the ring, and pulls out several items. In the ring, we see Riggs trying to reason with Shoink and Burke, as they move closer towards him.)

Rick: Steve Riggs is stuck, and Barcode seems to have something in order. Tables! He's setting up tables! Two next to each other! He again reaches under the ring, and pulls out something, and...

Eddie: Lighter fluid! Fire time! Barcode searching under the ring for something....lighter! Those table are a flame!

(Barcode yells something into the ring, and Riggs nods to ringside. Barcode grabs a microphone from ringside, and talks in front of the tables.)

Rick: Will this maniac ever shut up?

Barcode: Adam, Shoink, your good people. You just don't know where to go, who to know, and what to do with your lives. Experience the joys Adam. Come and be enlightened. You men have grown soft, don't you son of a bitches remember where you came from? THE HARDCORE federation. Well Riggs and I are the hardcore contingent, and we're willing to remind you of where you were born.

(Shoink picks up the microphone Riggs through on the ground.)

Shoink: I was born in Lansing, MI. OK little town, but Grand Haven is much better.

Eddie: Tell him Shoinker! Adam taking the mic now.

Burke: I was born in Dallas.

(Barcode glares at the two.)

Barcode: That's it. STEVE-NOW!

Rick: Riggs grabs Shoink, and tosses him over the ropes, outside the ring, in front of Mike Barcode, in front of the tables! Barcode picks up Shoink and ooh! Release German Suplex through one of those damned tables! Shoink is out!

Eddie: Aw damn it!

Rick: Burke with a drop toe hold to Riggs, but that nut is back up quick. Burke tries to kick him, but Riggs dodges! Tigerdriver by Riggs! Burke is down, as Riggs lifts him up, and moves him to the edge of the ring!

Eddie: Him too? Damn it! Riggs is picking up Burke, POWERBOMB! From the outside of the ring, to that flaming table. These two men are out of it.

(Barcode joins Riggs in the ring.)

Barcode: Congrats my friends, you have now experienced the joys that are insanity.

(Riggs and Barcode leave the ring, as he again motions for EMTs.)

Rick: Welcom back! We just witnessed another brutal attack. And along with Adam Knight earlier, it looks like Burke, Hurley and Super Shoink have all suffered injuries. How severe, we do not know.

Eddie: It's the price you pay for fame.

Rick: It's the price of the IWA, I guess. And I'm highly doubt this night will get any prettier. Because next up, Bell vs. Tyler for the Extreme title. We might have a few more additions to that injury list.

("Are You Gonna Go My Way" blares.)

Eddie: Mixed feelings... mixed feelings.

(Buzz steps out. The crowd boos the hell out of him. He marches to the ring, looking very focussed.)

Rick: Mixed feelings?

Eddie: Well... it's Buzz. And everyone hates Buzz. There can be no other way. But... his entrance means the Extreme match is upon us... which also means Mike Bell will destroy Buzz.

Rick: Ah.

(Buzz slides in the ring. He bounces off the ropes, paying no attention to the booing fans.)

(Now, the lights start 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.)

Eddie: That was a long sentence.

Rick: Yes. Yes it was.

(Bell is wearing long wrestling pants with "The Natural" running down the legs and he is wearing no shirt but he does have the IWA Extreme Title hanging over his shoulder and his long brown hair is pulled back into a pony tail. As he approaches the ring you can see laser lights form above the ring and the words "The Natural" appears in the middle of the ring.)

Eddie: I love the Extreme title. It puts the NeWA Softcore title to shame.

Rick: Bell is really doing an excellent job with this belt.

Eddie: All we need now is wrestlers from other territories coming in and going for the title.

Rick: That's a pretty good idea.

(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.)

(Just then, Buzz attacks Bell, throwing him to the mat.)

DING DING DING

Rick: And here we go!

(Buzz starts taking it to Bell with stiff boots. He grabs the Extreme title and slams it down, but Bell rolls out of the way. The Extreme champ handsprings to his feet. He ducks Buzz' lariat, and sweeps his feet out from under him. The challenger bounces back to his feet, and ducks a roundhouse from Bell. Buzz lunges at his opponent, but Bell catches him with a drop-toe-hold. Buzz bounces into the ropes, and flies backwords into a German suplex.)

Eddie: I got an idea for an Extreme match. How about this. Rooftop death match! Winner throws the opponent off the rooftop, thus killing him in a violent, violent rage.

Rick: I don't think we can do that, Eddie.

Eddie: Dag noobit.

(Bell pulls Buzz up. He whips Buzz into the ropes. Bell bends over for a back-body, but Buzz rolls over his back, and mule kicks Bell. Buzz spins Bell around and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker. Buzz rolls out of the ring, and pulls a table from under the ring. Then, a second one.)

Eddie: Now we're talkin'!

(Buzz sets up the first one on the outside. He slides the second one through the second and third ropes, when he is caught by a huge cross body from Bell.)

Rick: What a move! Bell flew from the ring, taking Buzz down.

(Bell brings Buzz up, and whips him into the guardrail, as the table sticks half-out of the ring. Bell approaches Buzz, but receives a rake to the face. Buzz grabs a chair and swings. He connects.)

Eddie: That was a hard frickin' shot!

(Buzz rolls Bell back in the ring. He follows bringing the chair with him. Buzz sits the chair in the corner, and makes the cover. 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . kickout. Buzz pulls Bell up and tries to whip him into the chair in the corner, but it's reversed. Buzz flies at the chair, and stops just short of it.)

Rick: That was a close one.

Eddie: Here comes Bell!

(Buzz turns around, and receives a dropkick to the chest, knocking him into the seat. Bell runs around the ring and charges Buzz. He leaps at Buzz with a spear attempt, but Buzz moves. Bell makes contact with the chair, and falls to the mat holding his shoulder.)

Rick: That didn't work out too well, now did it.

Eddie: No, not really.

Rick: Buzz is staring at that table, hanging off the edge of the ring. What's he planning?

(After eyeing the table, he pulls Bell up. Buzz whips Bell into the ropes. He lowers for a back-body and sends Bell WAY in the air. Buzz falls back onto the table, as Bell flies over the ropes and crashes through the other half, shattering it in many pieces.)

Eddie: Dear god! That was nice!

Rick: Innovative offense from Buzz Tyler.

(Mike Bell is in a heap of pain, as Buzz rolls out of the ring. Reaching under the table, he pulls out a pair of computer keyboards.)

Eddie: Buttons!

(Buzz waits in front of Bell with a keyboard in each hand. He calls for Bell to get up. Slowly, but surely, Bell does. Buzz swings with one keyboard. It's blocked. Bell kicks him in the midsection and pulls away one of the keyboards. Bell swings with the keyboard, but Buzz ducks it. At once, both men spin around and simultaneously crack the keyboards over each other's head. Buttons fly everywhere.)

Rick: Oh jesus! Both men are down.

Eddie: Ha... Buzz has a button in his hair!

(Both men are slowly moving around, suffering the effects of having a keyboard shattered over their heads. First, Buzz gets to his feet. Then The Natural. Buzz charges at Bell, who is ready, and lifts Buzz in the air. Bell carries Tyler a few feet back, and spinebuster's him through the other table.)

Eddie: WOOO! That was cool.

Rick: Bell's going under the ring now... he's got that staple gun!!

Eddie: YES! I LOVE THE STAPLE GUN!

(Bell approaches Buzz, who isn't moving yet. He drops down to his knees, and fires a staple into the head of Buzz.)

Eddie: YESS!

(Buzz is awakened by the attack. He darts to his feet, scampering around the ring in horrible pain, before sliding in the ring. The crowd is cheering loudly.)

Rick: I can't believe they allow this sorta thing in wrestling! It's insane!

(Mike Bell picks up Buzz Tyler and then puts him in the tree of woe. As he hooks the legs on the top turnbuckles he goes through the ropes and then stands on the ring apron.)

Rick: What in the hell is Bell doing now?

Eddie: Beats the hell out of me but he has Tyler is a bad way.

Rick: He is grabbing the leg of Buzz Tyler and he is pulling Tyler up. What in the world is he doing?

Eddie: How in the hell should I know? Why don't you watch the damn match to see...

(At that moment Bell hops down off of the top rope and as he goes down he continues to hold onto the right leg of Buzz Tyler...that snaps the leg over the top turnbuckle.)

Rick: MY GOD.....

Eddie: I have never seen that move before...

(The sheer force of the move causes Buzz Tyler to fall out of the tree of woe and to grab his knee.)

Rick: Look for Mike Bell to act like a rabid animal!

(Bell has the chair. He begins to pummel the knee of Buzz Tyler.)

Eddie: Listen to those chairshots on the knee of Buzz Tyler!

Rick: This is getting ugly now!

Eddie: NOW?? We've seen 2 broken tables and Buzz has a frickin' staple in his goddamn head! His hair is stained red with blood!

(Bell then tosses down the chair and grabs Tyler by the hair. He then pulls him to the arena floor where he again rains down kicks on the very knee that he has tried to injure several times already.)

Rick: They are now on the floor in front of us and it is breaking down.

(Mike Bell then places Buzz Tyler on the announcers table in front of Rick and Eddie.)

Eddie: It don't get any closer than this

Rick: Hey, this is not the place for it guys. Take it back to the ring!

(Bell hits Tyler with a few closed fists and then he goes for underneath the ring.)

Eddie: What is Bell going after now?

Rick: My god, "The Natural" has just pulled a full length mirror out from under the ring. What in the world is he thinking?

Eddie: I'm scared, Rick!

(Mike Bell places the mirror against the ring and then he walks over and grabs a headset. He puts it on his head and then starts raining fists down on Buzz Tyler.)

Bell: You want to worry about how I look Buzz? You want to worry about my pony tail Buzz?

(He throws another series of punches at the head of Buzz Tyler.)

Bell: You want to concentrate on looks? Well be sure to look at this you little wannabee bastard!

Rick: Mike Bell talking trash.

(Bell then hops on the ring apron and grabs the mirror.)

Eddie: Holy cow, what in the world is he going to do with that mirror?

(Mike Bell backs up several steps so that he can take a running start.)

Rick: Good grief, someone tell Bell that what he has is not a steel chair!

Eddie: Bell taking a running start...

(Both Eddie and Rick get the hell out of dodge.)

Rick: HOLY SHIT....running elbow drop from Mike Bell with that mirror and they just crashed our announcers table!!! That's the second time we lost our goddamn table!

Eddie: AHH! RICK! HELP!

Rick: What?

Eddie: THERE'S A PIECE OF GLASS IN MY ARM!

(Eddie begins running around frantically, weeping loudly.)

Rick: Holy hell! The dangers of being this close!

(Rick pulls the glass out of Eddie's arm. Eddie wimpers, as a bloody Bell pulls up a broken and even more bloody Buzz. He slides him in the ring.)

Eddie: I hate this! I have no table, and I'm bleeding!

Rick: Toughen up!

(Bell grabs a box of florescent light bulbs and slides it in the ring. He pulls out one of them, and cracks it over Buzz's back.)

Eddie: NICE! That cheered me up!

(The crowd is loving the violent. The Natural brings Buzz up to his feet. He whips Buzz into the corner. Bell charges and connects with a splash. Now, he pulls Buzz to the center of the ring.)

Rick: Bell's going for a suplex. He's gonna suplex Buzz through the florescent lights!!

(Bell has him set up for a snap suplex. But Buzz blocks. He elbows the back of Bell's head, before lifting him up vertically. Buzz leaps forward and plants Bell onto the lights. They all shatter instantly.)

Rick: THE BUZZSAW!! IT'S OVER!!!

Eddie: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!!

Eddie: YES! HE KICKED THE HELL OUT!

Rick: I can't believe it! Bell kicked out, SOMEHOW!

(Buzz rolls onto his back, breathing heavily. Bell is very hurt. Eventually, Buzz gets to his feet. He looks down at Bell in disgust, before rolling out of the ring. Buzz grabs something and rolls back in.)

Rick: Uh oh. Buzz has the staple gun now!

(A bloody smile emerges on Buzz's face as he drops down. Laughing, he squeezes a staple into Bell's head. Then, another. And a third penetrates his skull. Finally, Buzz gets up.)

Eddie: My god! THREE frickin' staples in the head! Jeez!

Rick: I think I'm gonna puke.

Eddie: C'mon, Rick... it's your turn to toughen up!

(Buzz holds the gun up in the air. The crowd boos. Buzz smiles, and drops back to Bell.)

Rick: He's gonna put more staples in The Natural!

(Buzz brings the gun to Bell's forehead. But, he has a better idea, and brings in over Bell's eye.)

Rick: NO! NO! DON'T DO IT!

Eddie: OH GOD! I DON'T EVEN THINK I CAN HANDLE THIS!!!

(The ref pulls Buzz off of Bell.)

Rick: Thank god. Thank you god. Thanks. Really!

Eddie: Oh man...

(Buzz is pissed. He grabs the ref by the hair, and clocks him with the staple gun in the side of the head.)

Rick: Buzz Tyler just laid out the ref!

Eddie: For saving Mike Bell's career!?!? His frickin' eye!!

(Buzz drops down. He points the gun on the ref's head.)

Rick: Don't do it Buzz! He's just a ref!

Eddie: Mike Bell is up!

(Bell wobbles around the ring. He gains his stability, and grabs Buzz in a sleeper hold. Bell pulls Buzz in the air, and slams down onto some broken glass.)

Rick: Mike Bell just returned the favor.

Eddie: Bell's going back to the outside. He's grabbing... another table?!?!

(Bell slides the table in the ring. He runs his hand across his throat.)

Eddie: Me thinketh it's over!

(Bell pulls a bloody Buzz Tyler back up to his feet. Bell lifts Tyler up, and sits him on the top rope. He sets up the table, and climbs up.)

Rick: I think we're gonna see... the Natural Disaster! And through a table too!

Eddie: Ooh... I feel all nostolgic and stuff.

(Bell climbs the last turnbuckle, and sets up for his top rope diamondcutter. Suddenly . . . )

("Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent blares over the PA, stopping Bell immediately. The Natural, the Extreme champ himself, turns toward the entranceramp in awe.)

Eddie: What the hell's goin' on?

Rick: That song! I...I can't believe it! I know this!

Eddie: What?? What??

Rick: This song! It's the DWA's first theme music back in the PNW! That's Bell's stable!

Eddie: Oh. Well... that's interesting...

(Bell is staring blankly at the entrance, when suddenly, he's thrown over and out of the ring with a Buzz Tyler back-body-drop. Bell crashes hard on the floor.)

Rick: HOLY HELL! That was a bad bump! A really bad looking bump!

(Buzz falls backwards. His feet are hooked in the ropes, and he dangles on the top rope, almost lifeless. Blood is dripping off his head by the second.)

Eddie: Look at Buzz! Look how much blood he's losing! This is so sweet!

Rick: I think he's gonna pass out! I haven't seen anyone lose that much blood... well in awhile anyway.

(At the entranceway, as "Stranglehold" continues to play, out comes a man. A man dressed as Deja Vu.)

Rick: And there's Deja Vu! The FAKE Deja Vu! We saw him last week, when he aided Bell in injuring Byron Tanis!

Eddie: And... is that a DWA t-shirt!

Rick: It certainly is!

(Deja Vu approaches the ring. The fans all stare silently, not knowing what to think. The fake DV enters the ring. The masked man walks up to Buzz, who remains motionless. Deja Vu climbs up, taking Bell's position. He grabs Buzz by the hair, and in one fluid motion, pulls him off the top rope crashing through the table with a diamondcutter.)

Rick: THE NATURAL DISASTER!

Eddie: Bell's move! Jeesus!

(The crowd roars at the sight of Buzz being crushed. The fake Deja Vu stands up. He stares at the screaming fans, before turning his attention to Bell. DV slides up and pulls Bell up. He rolls The Natural inside the ring.)

Rick: What is this guy's motive??

(The fake Deja Vu reaches inside the ring and slaps the ref a few times. Eventually, the ref comes to. DV shoves him in the direction of the center of the ring, where Bell has draped his arm over Buzz.)

(Slowly, the ref counts.)

ONE!

Eddie: GO . . .

TWO!

Eddie: MIKE . . .

THREE!

Eddie: BELL!!!

Rick: Another successful defense from Mike Bell. But, I don't think he wanted it this way.

Eddie: Bah! The more Buzz killing, the better for all.

(The fake Deja Vu heads back up the aisle. Before going back through the curtains, he turns around. Mike Bell, in the ring, has returned to his feet, but falls back to the mat. Bell, from the mat, stares across at the man wearing the mask that he himself wore only a couple months ago. Through the pain that he is obviously bearing with, Mike Bell is frustrated with this man.)

Rick: Folks. I gotta say, I'm tired of masks! First Mike Bell, and now this guy. Who the hell is he??

[We return to Rush to the backstage area. Mike Bell is being tended to by paramedics, when Mike Davis rushes in.]

Davis: Mike, Mike. Can I have a word with you?

[The paramedic touches a wound on Bell's head. He cringes.]

Bell: It's not the best of times.

Davis: I know. I'm sorry. But, there have been so many brutal attacks already tonight. And the IWA fans are worried. They want to know if you're alright.

Bell: Well, how do I look?

Davis: Not so good.

Bell: OF COURSE not so good! I just had 3 damn staples driven into my skull! Do you have any idea how that feels? And on top of all the physical pain I'm in, that man dressed up as Deja Vu keeps interfering in my matches!

Davis: Well at least he's interfering for you.

Bell: That's not the point! The point is that I'm on a crusade here, to elevate the Extreme title above the NeWA Hardcore title in the eyes of the world. Do you understand how hard that is with someone "helping" me win matches?

Davis: I see your point.

Bell: Good. Now you know how I feel, so get out of here and let the medics do their job.

Davis: Thank you, Mike.

[Cut to ringside.]

Rick: Well. I personally can't believe Bell is breathing.

Eddie: I can't believe we can still put on a show once a week when everyone gets beaten to hell all the time!

Rick: We've sure had our share of violence tonight. And, we still have the main event to go.

[We cut backstage again. Saunders is waiting by an entrance to the building. He's pacing nervously. Just then, Darrel Besolve enters through the door. Saunders turns to him.]

Saunders: It's about time! Our match is next!

Besolve: Knight's in the hospital. Were you scared you'd have to fight Boog by yourself?

Saunders: Scared? I'm just waiting for the opportunity, so I can take away the IWA Heavyweight title!

Besolve: Yeah, right.

Saunders: And where did you go? Running away from Boog?

Besolve: I don't run away.

Saunders: You left the building until your match! It sure looks like you did!

[Darrel gets in Matt's face.]

Besolve: I don't . . . run away.

[Darrel backs off, and walks towards his dressing room.]

Saunders: What a wonderful partner.

Rick: The main event...next!

# Word up son, word...

[The lights in the arena suddenly dim down to blackness. The fans begin to boo 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 smirks at the booing 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.

[Saunders slides in the ring. He raises his arms, igniting some more jeers from the prairie fans.]

#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: These two... how are they gonna work as a team?

Eddie: That's the beauty part! They don't need to! Cuz remember, Besolve took out Knight earlier in the sho...

Rick: We know! Jeez.

(Besolve enters the ring. Staring at Saunders, he marches to the corner and mounts it. The crowd gives him heat for his cocky smile. Then, Darrel hops down and walks past Saunders, still smiling.)

Rick: Wait a minute. Saunders is calling for the mic.

(Ask, and you shall receive.)

Saunders: Before this match, I just want to set the record straight. Darrel...

(Besolve devotes his attention to his makeshift partner.)

Saunders: ...I don't like you.

Rick: Ooh...

(Besolve grins arrogantly.)

Saunders: Maybe it's because you look down at me, like some rookie. Maybe that's it. But just maybe, it's because of that stupid cocky grin you wear all day long!

(Besolve loses his grin. Some of the fans even pop for Saunders' comments.)

Saunders: I'm your partner tonight because I respect the boss. I help Vince out a little bit, and he helps me out a little bit. That's it. I'm here because I want my damn opportunity at the top of the IWA. And, yes Darrel, that means above you!

(Besolve stares intently at Saunders. Showtime drops the mic and kicks it out of the ring.)

Rick: Dissension in the ranks! Besolve and Saunders aren't gonna be able to work as a team.

Eddie: Sure they are! Saunders just has to set things straight first, that's all. They're cool, don't worry. Besides, Knight is near-dead. It's 2 on 1 tonight!

Rick: We'll see.

("Shortstop" plays on the PA. Like a roaring storm, the crowd erupts.)

Rick: The Boog-man has his work cut out for him, tonight.

(Out steps the champion. He's wearing his wrestling gear. But he doesn't have his belt. Not tonight. The World's Original is marching with a purpose, driven by anger.)

Eddie: He's walking into his doom!

(Boog approaches the ring. Wasting no time whatsoever, he climbs in. Boog calls out to both his opponents.)

Rick: Now I'm starting to wonder if Boog's all there. He's calling on Besolve AND Saunders! Alone!

Eddie: This'll be great! Saunders and Besolve are gonna pick him apart!

DING DING DING!

Rick: Oh no. Here we go.

(Besolve smiles, as he approaches Boog. Saunders, still in the ring, waits. Finally, Besolve lunges at Boog. The champ ducks a lariat and starts feeding Besolve with right hands.)

Eddie: Get him Matt! Why is he just sitting there.

Rick: He's smart. He's waiting for a time.

(Besolve blocks a right, and rakes Boog's face. He tries to throw Boog into the ropes, but it's reversed. Darrel comes flying back, and is planted with a spinebuster. Boog climbs to his feet, and is attacked from behind with a German suplex from Saunders.)

Eddie: That was pretty smart.

(Boog returns to his feet, and is knocked back to his knees with a punch to the back of the head. Boog blocks a second shot, and stuns Saunders with a shot to the face. But Saunders shakes it off and kicks Boog in the midsection. Saunders pulls Boog up. Matt takes a moment to look for Besolve, who is watching the ordeal from his post on the apron. Saunders launches Boog in the ropes. Boog comes back and is planted with a dropkick. Saunders pulls him up, and hits him with an atomic drop. Saunders bounces off the ropes for momentum, and sprints at Boog with force. But The World's Original ducks the attack. He spins around and kicks Saunders in the back. He follows it up with a belly-to-back suplex.)

Rick: Nice suplex from the champ. Boog's headin' over to Besolve now... he just clocked him!

(The crowd pops for the shot. Besolve gets in the ring. The ref cuts him off, but is shoved aside. Besolve and Boog start exchanging fierce right hands, and the crowd loves it. Saunders comes in with an attack, but Boog ducks it. Saunders connects with Besolve's head.)

Eddie: Shit! That wasn't suppose to happen.

(Boog nails Saunders with an axe-handle. He sets Showtime up for a suplex, when Darrel attacks him. Boog sidesteps the attack, and Darrel plants Showtime by mistake.)

Rick: Uh oh. Team Saunsolve isn't lookin' good.

Eddie: Saunsolve? That was dumb. You suck, Rick.

(Besolve is now looking shocked. Boog comes in behind with a waistlock. Besolve blocks it and elbows Boog in the head. Besolve spins around with a forearm to Boog's head. Besolve swings again, but it's ducked. Boog headbutts Darrel, but Saunders clocks Boog from behind. Saunders whips Boog in the corner. Saunders kicks him in the stomach. Then Besolve. Then Matt. Then Darrel again. Eventually, Boog is laying on the mat in a heap.)

Rick: I tell ya what... these guys aren't much of a team, it seems.

Eddie: Again... 2 on 1... it doesn't matter if they're a team or not.

(Suddenly, Darrel spins Saunders around, and yells in his face. Saunders laughs, and shoves Darrel away.)

Rick: Are you sure?

(Darrel steps right back. The two are in a heated argument, when....)

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

(The turnbuckles behind them explode in a blinding white light.)

Eddie: AHH!

(Besolve and Saunders turn around out of reflex. Boog quickly reaches in his tights and puts on a pair of brass knuckles.)

Rick: Boog has the knux!

(Besolve turns back around, and WHAM! He goes down. Saunders turns around, and he ducks the right hand. Saunders kicks him below the belt. He hoists Boog on his shoulders for the Agony of Defeat DVD, but Boog clocks him in the head. Saunders tumbles to the mat, Boog on top of him.)

Eddie: No!

(The ref calls for the bell.)

Eddie: Boog just threw the match!

Rick: It's not about the match! Boog wants revenge! And he's getting it!

(Boog lays in shots with the brass knux. Almost instantly, Saunders is cut open. Boog moves over to Besolve, and with a couple hard shots, bloodies him to. The fans are going berzerk. Boog climbs the turnbuckles and raises his fists in the air.)

Rick: Besolve and Saunders have gotten what they deserve!

(Suddenly, the cheers turn to boos. Vincent is sprinting down the aisle with a steel chair in hand.)

Eddie: Get him Vince!

(Vincent slides in the ring. Boog hops off the turnbuckle. WHACK! Vincent clocks him with the chair.)

Eddie: He's not going down!

(WHACK!)

Rick: Boog is teetering!

Eddie: Hit him again!

(WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

(Finally, Boog is down.)

Eddie: Yes!

(Vincent looks at the battered Besolve and Saunders. Then, he drops to his knees over Boog. Vincent stares down at him. Boog is bleeding slowly on his forehead.)

Eddie: Boog-blood! Yeah!

(Vincent wipes some blood off of Boog's head with his index finger.)

Rick: What the hell's he doing?

(Vincent holds his bloody finger inches away from his face. Slowly, a smile emerges on his face. A sick smile. His eyes are bulging out. Vincent is . . . happy.)

Rick: Vincent's face... his expression... it's sickening!

(Copyrights. IWA logo. Fade to black.)

(La Fin.)