{We return to last week, and the huge Adam Burke/Evan Hurley contest. Highspots are shown, including Burke's three-table-break German suplex combo, and Hurley's suicide dropkick. We are also shown Burke's moonsault off the ladder onto Hurley through the commentators' table. And finally the 1-2-3.}

{Then, we see Barcode and Riggs, the tag team champions, come out to the ring and decimate Evan Hurley. Burke and Shoink try to put up a fight, but after Burke's match it's basically 2 on 1. And the outcome: An injured Shoink, an injured Hurley, and an injured Burke.}

[To ringside.]

Rick: Welcome back! If you missed it last week folks, you just saw it tonight. Mike Barcode and Adam Riggs, the Harcode Contigent, destroyed those three men. And, as a result, all three were forced to miss tonight's live Rush.

Eddie: The Harcore Contigent is claiming to be reminding those guys about their hardcore roots in the HCWF.

Rick: Have they been watching Rush??

Eddie: That's what I said. THIS place is hardcore. Personally, I think it's just an excuse to kick some serious ass. Which is noble, really.

Rick: Noble? You dolt. Anyway. Our first match of the evening pins one half of the tag team champions, Steve Riggs, against the always bitter, Buzz Tyler!

[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...]

#Welcome to where time stands still
#no one leaves and no one will
#Moon is full, never seems to change
#just labeled mentally deranged
#Dream the same thing every night
#I see our freedom in my sight
#No locked doors, No windows barred
#No things to make my brain seem scarred

[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.]

#Whisper things into my brain
#assuring me that I'm insane
#They think our heads are in their hands
#but violent use brings violent plans
#Keep him tied, it makes him well
#he's getting better, can't you tell?

[The two enter the ring, and hand the belts to ringside. They knock heads, and laugh as the music stops.]

Rick: Steve Riggs is a former 3-time HCWF Heavyweight champ. Buzz Tyler is a former 2-time IWA Heavyweight champion. This match should be interesting.

("Are You Gonna Go My Way" rips onto the PA through the silence. And out steps Buzz Tyler. Buzz has a mic. He speaks as he approaches the ring.)

Buzz: Last week, I had one of the most brutal matches of my career.

(The fans pop. It was brutal.)

Buzz: But I lost.

(An even bigger pop.)

Buzz: If that punk in the Deja Vu mask hadn't stuck his nose where it don't belong, I'd be the IWA Extreme champ right now!

Eddie: Yeah, right.

Buzz: So tonight, I'm gonna make an example out of you Riggs. Tonight, after I beat you, the wise and handsome President Vincent will reward me, I'm sure. I will destroy you in a way that can not . . . be overlooked!

(Buzz slides in the ring. Barcode charges him, and Buzz clocks him with the mic in the head. Barcode rolls to the floor as Buzz and Riggs start exchanging blows.)

DING ... DING ... DING

(Buzz gets the upper hand. He whips Riggs into the ropes, and drives an elbow into the tag champ's face. Buzz brings Riggs down with a snapmare. He bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Riggs in the back of the head with a dropkick. Buzz goes for the early cover.)

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

Eddie: Early covers NEVER work.

(Both men return to their feet. Buzz with a gut-wrench, but Riggs blocks and goes behind. With one swift motion, Buzz is German suplexed to the mat. Riggs begins to work on him with stomps to the body. Buzz rolls to the floor to safety. But as soon as he turns around, he is planted with a hard clothesline from Mike Barcode.)

Eddie: Ha! That was sweet.

Rick: Steve Riggs is keeping the ref busy while Barcode stomps away on Buzz Tyler. Barcode now rolling him back in the ring. Irish whip into the corner . . . big splash from Riggs!

(Riggs steps aside as Buzz falls to the mat. The tag champ begins scraping Buzz's face against the mat. Riggs now pulls him up. He sets Buzz on the top rope, and climbs to the second.)

Rick: Riggs is going for something big here. Wait...Buzz is fighting him off. And Riggs tumbles to the mat. Buzz is perched, waiting. Riggs is up...misile dropkick from Buzz!

(Tyler takes Steve Riggs to his feet by his hair. Buzz smacks him in the face.)

Rick: Ouch. Emotions are up tonight!

Eddie: Buzz is gonna pay for that.

(Buzz smacks Riggs again.)

Eddie: And that.

(Barcode hops on the apron and calls on Buzz. Tyler approaches him. From behind, Riggs hits a low-blow, and a neckbreaker takes him down.)

Eddie: Told ya.

(Riggs with a lateral press. ONE - TWO - Buzz with the shoulder up. Riggs pulls him to his feet. He tries to whip Buzz, but it's countered. Riggs bounces off the ropes with a cross-body.)

Rick: Buzz caught him in mid-air! And what a backbreaker from Tyler.

(Buzz now points to the top rope. He begins to climb, keeping a close eye on Barcode on the outside. Safely on the top rope, he leaps backwards with a moonsault. But Riggs gets the knees up.)

Eddie: The high-risk attempt backfires in Buzz's face. Oh how I love it!

(Steve Riggs returns to his feet. He whips Buzz into the turnbuckles, and charges, connecting with a huge splash. Riggs with a series of crips knife-edge chops, each one getting a "woooo" from the crowd...)

Eddie: WOOO!

(...and from Eddie.)

Rick: Riggs scoops up his opponent. He takes a few steps... what a powerslam! This could be it... no. Riggs isn't going for the cover.

Eddie: He's going to the top rope now!

(Steve Riggs measures up Buzz and leaps off, driving his elbow deep into the chest of Buzz Tyler.)

Rick: He nails it!

(The cover . . . . . . . . . 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . kickout.)

Eddie: Nearly got him.

(Riggs pulls Buzz to his feet, and hoists him over his shoulder. He tries for a Death Valley Driver, but Buzz slides off him. Riggs turns around and ducks a clothesline from Buzz. Now Buzz turns around and receives a stiff superkick to the jaw.)

Rick: What a superkick!

. . . . . . . . ONE!

. . . . . . . . TWO!

. . . . . . . kickout!

Eddie: Damn that was close!

(Riggs again brings Buzz up. He whips Buzz into the ropes. Buzz flies back, ducking a lariat. He swings around Riggs and plants him with a beautiful DDT.)

Rick: Nailed it to perfection! And a cover! ONE . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . hey! Where's the ref?

(Barcode is on the apron, distracting the idiot ref.)

Eddie: Ha!

(Buzz gets to his feet. He approaches the apron and grabs Barcode by his head.)

Rick: He's gonna hit Barcode!

(But from behind comes Riggs with another low-blow. Riggs gets the ref's attention and Barcode drops Buzz's neck off the top rope.)

Eddie: Beautiful! Cheating rocks!

Rick: Riggs with a kick to the stomach. Double-underhook... he takes Buzz up... the FEAR EFFECT! What a piledriver from Riggs!

(The cover. 1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . THREE!)

Eddie: He got him!

Rick: I never thought I'd say this, but BUZZ TYLER got screwed.

Eddie: Good.

[We cut backstage for a few moments. The crowd begins to boo as Matt Saunders enters the arena. He looks confident.]

[We return, and this time, Darrel Besolve is entering the arena. Again the crowd boos. Besolve heads through the area, when he is cut off my Matt Saunders.]

Saunders: Besolve.

Besolve: Saunders.

Saunders: I've just come to let you know, that it's you vs. me vs. Adam Knight tonight. The winner gets an IWA title shot next week.

Besolve: Is that so?

Saunders: And to top that off, Boog is wrestling Mike Bell in an Extreme title match. So after I win tonight, it'll be easy pickings against Boog.

Besolve: That's funny. Good one. But on a serious note, we don't like each other, that's for sure. But I know as much as we don't like each other, we don't like Knight that much more. So, we need to agree right now that no matter what, we will not let Adam Knight win the match.

[Saunders pats him on the shoulder.]

Saunders: Darrel, you read my mind. No matter what.

[Saunders heads off. And we cut back to ringside.]

Eddie: Do you really think they can stick to that?

Rick: It'll be tough, that's for sure. But a lot is on the line. Both those two do not want Knight to get a title shot, that's for sure.

[The lights are dimmed and a light hum is heard through the speakers. As the humming gets louder smoke begins to fill the entrance way and laser lights begin to flicker all over the arena. You now recognize the humming as the beginning to "Sirius" by the Alan Parsons Project and when the humming stops and the music begins a loud set of explosions go off on the entrance ramp as pyro and rockets are sent straight up and the words "The Natural" are shown on the big screen as "The Natural" himself Mike Bell emerges onto the entrance ramp. The Natural is wearing casual clothes: jeans and a jacket.]

Rick: It looks like we're being joined by "The Natural" Mike Bell.

Eddie: He looks like he shouldn't be wrestling tonight.

[Mike Bell's head is bandaged, so that it covers most of his hair. Bell brings with him, the IWA Extreme title. Bell climbs into the ring. He pulls out a mic from his inside pocket.]

Rick: Bell's gonna say a few words.

[Once the crowd ceases the cheering, he begins:]

Bell: Since winning this title, I've come out here and defended it week after week after week, with no break in sight. I've beaten Samuel Otomo, Super Shoink, Byron Tanis, Buzz Tyler. And to top that off, I fought for the NeWA "Softcore" title in the one week I didn't defend.

[Bell pauses, to gather his words.]

Bell: I don't have a problem with that. I'm the Extreme champion. Some say the greatest Extreme champ since Fabul!

[The crowd pop.]

Eddie: He ain't lyin' kids.

Bell: As Extreme champ, I have to do things more Extreme than others. And I don't have a problem with that at all. But what I DO have a problem with, is someone "helping" me win matches.

Rick: He's talking about that man in the Deja Vu mask.

Bell: The man they call the FAKE Deja Vu. I question that term, as when I was Deja Vu, it was fake, too. I used that mask to mislead everyone. And now this guy, coming out to the old DWA music, and using my finishing moves, is doing the same. Tonight, I have the biggest defense of my title reign. Tonight, it's Mike Bell and The Boog-Man!

[The crowd pops large.]

Rick: Huge main event!

Bell: Now I suspect that this masked man is planning on interfering, if he's here tonight. Just know, that I will be on the lookout. I will ALWAYS be on the lookout. Tonight, we're gonna find out who Deja Vu really is!

Eddie: Whoa! Can he make that promise?

Rick: He just did!

[Then, "Shortstop's" choppy guitar intro stops Bell from continuing. Moments later, the crowd erupts. The source is The Boog-man.]

Rick: The Boog-man is coming out! He's got a few words to say, it seems.

[Boog marches to the ring, soaking in the cheers from the fans. His IWA title is over his shoulder. Boog grabs a mic and enters the ring. The crowd silences, as Boog brings the mic to his mouth.]

Boog: Sorry to interrupt, Mike. But what I'm out here for, is to offer my help. If that masked man shows up during our match, he'll pay for it. I'll make sure of that.

Rick: I'm startin' to think that the new Deja Vu will know better than to show up.

Bell: I appreciate that, Boog. It's a good thing you showed up. Because I have something to say to you.

[The Natural motions to the bandages around his head.]

Bell: I might not be 100% tonight. You are probably in a lot better health than I am. But, if you think of holding back at all against me, whether to protect yourself or me, I just won't have it. I want you to know that I'm gonna give you the fight of your life. Tonight, you're gonna respect the IWA Extreme title like you never have, before.

[The crowd cheers at Bell's statement. Boog searches the crowd, examining their reaction before responding.]

Boog: Do you think I became the IWA champ by holding back, Mike? I don't care if this match is to soften me up for next week's title defense. It doesn't matter to me. I'm gonna pull all the stops to win your title.

[Another crowd pop. Bell smiles and nods.]

Boog: And some day soon, Mike Bell, you'll get a shot at the Heavyweight title that you so well deserve.

Rick: Mutual respect from these two superstars.

[Bell extends his hand. Boog accepts, and the two shake. Then, suddenly, the arena lights are shut off. The blackness is overcoming.]

Eddie: What is going on?

[Suddenly, a burst of lightning rips through the arena, connecting with the IWA logo at the onramp.]

Eddie: AHHH!

[The lights suddenly return to normal. Bell and Boog are both inside the ring. They're both staring down at the mat, where the Deja Vu mask lays.]

Rick: That's... Deja Vu's mask! That's got to be a message!

[Bell grabs the mask in his hand. He looks at it closely, still shocked by the events. Then, a smile grows on his face, and he throws the mask away.]

Eddie: Something tells me that we WILL see the man behind the mask, tonight!

[We return from break to the backstage. Buzz Tyler is livid. He's throwing trays and chairs around. Staff is staying away.]

Rick: Welcome back! Fans, I think it's safe to say Buzz Tyler has lost it. He's pissed.

Eddie: He's always pissed.

Rick: Yeah, but more so now. After his match, in which he lost to Riggs with help from Barcode, Buzz went to his locker room. He was in there until a couple minutes ago. Then he just flipped out.

[Buzz continues to throw things around. Finally, about a half dozen security members come in and restrain Buzz. They escort him away.]

Rick: He'll be thrown out of the building for this. I mean, he just lost. Get over it.

Eddie: He should be fired.

[Again backstage. We see "The World's Original" The Boog-man. A closeup of his face. He's smiling widely.]

Rick: There's the champ once again.

[The camera zooms out. Boog is standing behind Vincent, who is putting some golf balls in his office. Vincent doesn't notice Boog, until he backs into him by mistake. Vincent turns around and is startled.]

Vincent: Shit! er... I mean. How'd you get in here?

Boog: The door was open.

Vincent: Where the hell is Nailz? (calling to him) NAILZ!

Boog: He's...how should I put this... resting.

[Boog looks over his shoulder to speak.]

Boog: Thanks by the way, Adam.

[Adam Knight steps into the open doorway. He smiles.]

Knight: No problem, Boogster.

[Knight leaves as quickly as that. Vincent looks very worried.]

Vincent: What do you want??

[Boog grabs him by the collar.]

Boog: Just to return the favor from last week.

Vincent: You touch me, I'll have you suspended!

[Boog smiles.]

Boog: Go for it.

[Boog reels back, and strikes Vincent right in the eye. Vincent goes down to a huge crowd pop. The president is out.]

Rick: Boog just layed out Vincent!

Eddie: He can't do that! You can't hit the frickin' boss!!

Rick: He just did!

[Boog drops to his knees and leans over. He grabs Vincent's face. Boog speaks to him as though he's conscious.]

Boog: Until you get out of my face, I'm going to be right in yours.

[Boog climbs to his feet. He walks out, confidently. We cut back to ringside.]

Rick: Boog said it. Vincent started this. And he's gonna have to end it.

Eddie: And he will! When Boog loses the IWA title.

Rick: We're ready for our next contest, folks. Set up earlier in the evening, Simon Benson will wrestle his first match as a member of the IWA, against the impressive, Jeckel!

Eddie: Here comes a super match up folks, with two of the hungriest young stars in the IWA!

Rick: What the hell happened to you?

Eddie: What do you mean o talented sharp dressed partner of mine?

Rick: You . . . you�re scaring me Eddie . . . stop it.

(Eddie eerily stares at Rick as the first combatant�s music hits over the arena PA. "Simon Says" by Drain STH hits. A few seconds later, Simon Benson steps out from back stage to a pretty sizable pop. He stands at the top of the stage and plays on the fans for a bit before making his way to the ring.)

Eddie: This young champ is of the same blood line as Dan Benson, a true IWA legend!

Rick: Would you stop that! It�s . . . creepy.

Eddie: Why . . . I�m just doing my job Rick, being a good color commentator.

Rick: Are you on drugs? Lemme check you pockets!

(As Rick goes about searching his partner a sudden silence falls over the crowd.)

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

Eddie: You said that last week my dear friend and colleague Rick.

Rick: Stop now . . . I'm gonna call rehab!

(And after a few intolerably tense moments, a voice.)

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

(And then, a single light begins to swim through the crowd then all of a sudden . . . )

(A detonation of red pyro rocks the entranceway, drawing a faint pop from the pyro-loving crowd as "Sweet Dreams" by Manson begins to play and strobe lights fill the arena making it difficult to see anything. For a brief second the crowd goes silent.)

(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. He slowly looks over at Benson who is prancing about the ring getting the crowd all riled up. At this point Benson has no idea his opponents is in ring he thinks he has yet to enter the ring area.)

Rick: Holy Hell! Jeckel is right behind him! He�s actually waiting for Jeckel to enter out onto the stage! This is going to be great!

Eddie: Indeed dear sir.

Rick: Ok . . . enough explain you psycho.

Eddie: Fine, I�m getting tired of smiling anyways . . . just screwing with you...what else?

(Eddie begins to laugh like a six year old and nearly falls out of his chair. While in ring Benson begins to get a confused look on his face, still not aware of the fact his opponent is already looming behind him. Benson slowly turns and comes face to chest with the menacing figure know as Jeckel.)

DING DING DING!

Rick: Wow, and Jeckel hits Benson with a huge upper cut sending him over the rope! Benson hits rather hard on the back of his neck, he�s down on the outside.

Eddie: Jeckel is a damn tough guy, reminds me of Diablo or Venom.

Rick: You never know, he could go just as far as those guys if he wants to.

(Jeckel stays in ring and leans over the ropes simply watching his opponent, like a bird of prey on the branch of a tree. Simon begins to stir and finally gets to his feet and is shocked to see Jeckel simply standing there staring at him. He walks to the opposite side of the ring and rolls under the bottom rope and slowly walks over to Jeckel raising his hand asking for a lock up. Jeckel smiles and obliges locking hands with Benson, the two go about a fierce struggle but the power of the new comer Jeckel is to much for even Benson to counter act.)

Rick: Jeckel gets the best of Benson sending him to the mat with a hard knee to the gut, Jeckel quickly capitalizes with a submission! A tight sleeper hold applied with accuracy.

Eddie: That look of assurance Simon had seems to have vanished. He�d better get out of this situation before he like . . . passes out and stuff.

Rick: Yea . . . well said there Eddie.

(Benson slowly but surely gets out of Jeckel�s tight grip on the bottom of his chin and deftly spins behind his menacing attacker and applies a similar hold. Jeckel is caught off guard, he is forced to give in to the hold. Benson�s look of self-assurance returns with a cocky grin smeared all over his face.)

Eddie: Wow, good move from Simon, he actually got the best of Jeckel.

Rick: Well, if he gets over confident he�s going to blow it. Jeckel is not someone you want to take lightly. Wait! Jeckel escapes Benson�s hold and is back to his feet and going NUTS on poor Simon Benson! Lefts and rights pushing Benson back onto the corner!

Eddie: And Simon is out in the corner . . . damn and Jeckel isn�t stopping there!

(Jeckel sets Benson up on the top rope and gives a passing glance to the capacity crowd. In one quick movement he delivers a HUGE top rope Super Plex to Simon. The hapless Benson sits motionless on the mat, Jeckel gets to his feet and once again looks his opponent over this time however with a sadistic gaze smeared across his face. He reaches down and props Simon on his feet executing a quick Irish Whip into the ropes then a hard back body drop.)

Eddie: O crap Benson�s fu . . .

Rick: NO god language language language, remember the last time we used a lot of foul language on air?

Eddie: O crap . . . Vince�s office . . . lotion . . . that big body guard guy . . . hours of screaming . . . so much screaming.

(Eddie puts his head down and starts to quietly sob into his shirtsleeve and Rick bravely continues calling the match. In ring Jeckel once again pulls Simon Benson to his feet and starts to waylay him with hard shots to the chest and face. Finally Jeckel stops and sets up Simon for what looks to be the finish.)

Rick: THE GATES OF HEAVEN!!! Benson has been put OUT with that hard Chicken Wing Slam from Jeckel!!!

Eddie: Goes to show you what happens when you get full of yourself in this type of situation. Remember that kids . . . know your limitations, a helpful tip from your friend Eddie.

Rick: What . . . o hell never mind.

(Jeckel slowly gets down and makes the pin.)

Rick: 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3NO!!! Benson got the shoulder up JUST in time!!!

Eddie: WOW! He got the hell out!

Rick: Wait. Jeckel is grabbing Benson again... a SECOND GATES OF HEAVEN!

Eddie: Another cover!!! 1 . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . 3!!!!!

Rick: And Jeckel gets the win over Simon Benson!

Eddie: Well he wanted a challenge and Levin gave him one.

Rick: Damn straight. Folks, up next, we have Besolve, Saunders, Knight... three-way dance for a shot at Boog's IWA title!

[We return. Not to ringside for the match. Instead, we are in Vincent's office. Vincent has ice over his swollen eye. He is scrambling around, getting his things together, as Levin tries to talk some sense into him.]

Levin: Mr. Vincent. You can't just leave.

Vincent: No? Are you saying that you aren't capable of running the show without me? Are you saying I made a mistake in hiring you??

Levin: No, not at all. I'm just saying that this is ridiculous. Can't this wait?

Vincent: No, it can't! I have had enough of this! Boog just knocked me the hell out! And Nailz over there, didn't do a freakin' thing! He's useless.

[Nailz, who is standing in the corner, lowers his head in shame. Vincent approaches the big man. Vince looks angry.]

Vincent: You, mister Nailz, are pathetic! I hire you as my bodyguard so you can guard my body!!! Yet, you let Boog-man come in here and knock me out! That's it.... YOU'RE FIRED!

[Nailz is saddened. He responds with a southern accent.]

Nailz: Dang. Momma's gonna beat me again...

[With that, Nailz walks out of the room. Vincent grabs his briefcase.]

Levin: These deals can be made over the phone, sir.

Vincent: No. Not this one. This is important. I need someone who will protect me at all costs! Like the secret service does for Clinton.

Levin: He's actually not the president anymore.

Vincent: So Dole finally did it, eh?

[Vincent gets into Bob Dole impersonation mode.]

Vincent: Eh...Bob Dole dudn't need dis.

[Vincent laughs, then realizes he's angry. He grabs a Nintendo 64 controller and heads for the exit.]

Levin: Well how long are you gonna be gone for?

Vincent: I'm not sure. I'll call you tomorrow and let you know how things are going.

Levin: Alright. Have a nice trip.

[Vincent heads out of the room. Levin looks around. He smiles.]

Levin: My show now!

[Cut back to ringside.]

Eddie: Where in the hell is he going??

Rick: Looks to me he's getting a new bodyguard. And he looks to be quite serious! I've never seen him leave during a show before.

Eddie: It's all that Boog-man's fault! Oh I hate that wabbit!

Rick: Speaking of Boog, our next match is for a shot at him and his IWA title.

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

#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: The fans sure don't like this cocky mofo.

Eddie: Mofo, eh?

(Besolve enters the ring. He marches to the corner and mounts it. The crowd gives him heat for his cocky smile. Then, Darrel hops down and waits.)

Rick: This'll be a big match. Really big!

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

Rick: Listen to the fans, Eddie!

Eddie: Damn it! Tell them to shut up!

(Adam Knight walks down to the ring. He has his game face on. Knight reaches ringside, and walks up the steps, never taking his eyes off of Besolve. Then, he enters, and just that quickly, he tackles Besolve to the mat and starts feeding him shots.)

Rick: Adam Knight doesn't want to wait for Saunders! He wants Besolve, and he wants him now!

(The crowd is going insane as Knight lays it to Besolve. But Darrel rolls Knight onto his back and it's his turn to lay in those rights. But Knight flips him right back over and he goes all out.)

# Word up son, word... (Matt Saunders skips his pyro and sprints down the aisle.)

Eddie: Here comes Saunders! And he's not waiting for anything!

(Saunders slides in the ring. He pulls Knight off of Besolve with a chokehold.)

THE BELL SOUNDS

(Saunders has the chokehold locked, but Knight counters with a belly-to-back suplex. Besolve returns to his feet to plow through Knight with a lariat.)

Eddie: I'm gonna love watching Knight get picked apart here.

(Besolve brings Knight to his feet. He whips Knight into the corner and charges. The Revolution raises his boot and catches Darrel in the chin. Knight hops onto the second rope and leaps off with a double-axe handle, taking the big man down. Knight and Saunders now lock up in an collar-elbow tieup. Knight turns it into a side-headlock. But Saunders tosses him in the ropes. Saunders leaps with a dropkick and connects. But Knight is quick to get to his feet. Saunders drives an elbow into his head, backing him into the corner. Now, Saunders with a series of knife-edge chops.)

Eddie: WOOO!

Rick: What's with you and your 'woos'?

Eddie: I don't know. What's with you and doing your job properly?

Rick: Ugh.

(Knight now reverses it, spinning Saunders into the corner. And now he executes a series of knife-edge chops, each one outdoing the last. But Besolve is up. Knight pulls back his arm to nail Saunders, and hits Besolve by mistake first, then clocks Saunders with a huge shot. The impact sends Showtime over the top rope. Now, Knight turns around and tackles Besolve to the mat again. He starts wailing on Besolve with right hands much to the joy of the Calgary natives.)

Rick: Knight is taking apart both men here!

Eddie: Just wait.

(Besolve exits the ring for safety. But it proves to be unsafe, as Knight knocks him into the guardrail with with a baseball slide dropkick.)

Rick: This match has gone to the outside. It's dangerous out here.

Eddie: Is it ever. Knight's going for a steel chair!

Rick: Perfectly legal in the danger-zone.

Eddie: Don't call the outside the danger-zone. Ever.

Rick: Fair enough.

(Knight jabs Besolve in the stomach with the chair. Knight winds up and swings. WHACK! The chair connects with the guardrail, as Darrel ducks. Besolve now bangs Knight's head off of the railing, before rolling him in the ring. Inside, Saunders is perched on the top rope. Knight gets to his feet and Saunders leaps off. He nails Knight in the chest with a missile dropkick.)

Eddie: Knight is down! Oh I love it all.

(Besolve is in the ring. He pulls Knight up to his feet. Besolve holds Knight in a full-nelson. Saunders reels back and swings. But The Revolution ducks, and the fist connects with Darrel's face.)

Rick: That'll cause some tension.

(Saunders pays little attention to the mistake, and kicks Knight in the stomach. He grabs Knight, but Knight spins him around, throwing him into Besolve. Darrel is knocked out of the ring. Saunders backs into Knight, who plants him with a reverse DDT.)

Rick: COVER!

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

Rick: Knight is takin' it to these guys.

Eddie: You make it look like Knight is made of iron or something. He's gettin' his too, Rick.

(Knight pulls Saunders up. The Revolution has him in a gutwrench. He scoops him in the air and slams Showtime to the mat, hard. Knight turns around.)

Eddie: BESOLVE SPIKE!

Rick: Darrel just caught him with that vicious spinebuster!

(Darrel looks at both men. He approaches Saunders, but decides to return to Adam Knight.)

Eddie: Good man, Darrel. Stick to Knight.

(Besolve hoits Knight up. He drives a series of hard knees into Knight's stomach, then DDTs him down. Now, Besolve picks him up, stuffing his head under his arm. Besolve raises a fist in the air.)

Rick: He's going for the Light of Judgement! He lifts up Knight... no, it's blocked! Knight counters with a northern lights suplex! Pin!

. . . . . . . ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . . Saunders makes the save!

Eddie: Jeez! Get him Matt!

(Showtime stomps on Knight's head, for even trying to make a pin. Knight pulls himself up using the ropes. Saunders charges him, but Knight leans over and throws him over the ropes. Saunders, however, lands on the apron. He pulls Knight to the mat. Then, propels himself over the top rope with a nice legdrop.)

Rick: Great series of moves from Matt Saunders.

Eddie: Besolve is back up. He's going after Knight.

(Darrel has Knight back up. Besolve has a few words with Saunders, before lifting him high in the air. With help from Saunders, Knight is driven hard into the mat.)

Rick: Double-powerbomb! They really are working together for a common goal!

(No one goes for the cover. Instead, Besolve brings Knight up. He scoops him, then tosses him over the top rope with a fallaway slam.)

Eddie: Ouch. Knight is in trouble.

(Saunders rolls out of the ring, and grabs a table from under the ring. He sets it up on the outside, and brings Knight back up. Saunders smashes Knight's head off the commentators' table, and tries it again, but Knight blocks. Knight throws Saunders over the guardrail into the crowd. But Besolve is right behind Knight, and takes him down with a combo of punches. Now, The Revolution is rolled in the ring. Darrel grabs him and whips him in the ropes. Knight comes back and is taken down with a back-body drop. Besolve now drops down and begings violently choking his opponent.)

Eddie: Yes! Yes!

Rick: The Future, Darrel Besolve has some more hatred for Darrel, and he's displaying it all right here.

(Darrel stops choking at the 4 count, only to begin again to another 4. Finally, he gets up, and waits for The Revolution to climb to his feet. Besolve meets him with a boot to the midsection. Besolve goes for a suplex, but Knight shoves him into the ropes. The Future bounces back into a flapjack. Knight returns to his feet, just as Saunders leaps off from the top rope.)

Eddie: Here comes Saunders...

Rick: Knight caught him in mid-air! He's bringing Saunders to the ropes... he throws Saunders over the top rope... THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!

Eddie: Holy damn! Where'd that come from??

(Knight turns around and boots Besolve in the chest. He applies the double-underhook. Knight lifts him high in the air, and dives forward with a monstrous powerbomb. The crowd erupts.)

Rick: The KNIGHTFALL! That's his finisher! It's over!

ONE!

TWO!

THR---KICKOUT!

Eddie: Oh thank heavens!

Rick: Knight was SO CLOSE there!

(Both men are down. Knight is first to get up, however. He pulls Besolve up, and whips him in the ropes. Besolve holds on, and Knight misses with the dropkick. Knight returns up to see Besolve run to the outside.)

Rick: Run for the hills.

Eddie: He's taking a break. He's a smart man.

(Knight waits in the ring, as Besolve circles on the outside. Finally he enters the ring, and the two lock up. But Saunders has now returned to the match. He low blows Knight, and neckbreakers him down. Besolve and Saunders now start destroying Knight with stiff kicks.)

Rick: Knight is in a world of trouble now.

(He's brought to his feet. Saunders and Besolve both whip Knight into the ropes face first. He stumbles out. Besolve lifts him up as Saunders drops him down with another neckbreaker.)

Eddie: Teamwork. Ain't she a beaut?

(Saunders brings Knight up. He whips him in the ropes and plows through Knight with a spinning heelkick. Knight lands in Besolve's arms, and is slammed to the mat with a t-bone suplex.)

Eddie: Knight is facing the onlslaught of two of the greatest wrestlers in the NeWA!

Rick: He certainly is! And it's not looking good for The Revolution.

(Saunders locks on a tazmission hold on the grounded Knight. Besolve lays in the boots to the exposed body.)

Eddie: Yes! Tap! TAP!

Rick: Knight will not tap! Look at him fighting!

(Knight is screaming in pain. Brief pauses in the screaming as Darrel knocks the wind out of him.)

Rick: Darrel better watch it. If Knight taps, Saunders gets the shot!

Eddie: Stupid Knight won't tap!

(Eventually Saunders releases the hold. He brings Knight up to his feet. Saunders whips him in the ropes. Matt and Darrel go for a double-clothesline, but Knight ducks it. He stops at the ropes. Besolve charges at him, but is sent outside with a backbody drop.)

Rick: Besolve hit hard there!

(Saunders now kicks Knight. But it's blocked. The Revolution with a huge spinebuster. Now, Knight scampers to the top rope.)

Eddie: He's going up!

Rick: Adam Knight is coming back, despite being double-teamed all night!

(Knight leaps off the top rope, and nails a huge elbow drop.)

Rick: THE LONG WAY DOWN!

Eddie: AH!

(Knight drapes his arm over Saunders.)

ONE!

TWO!

(Besolve breaks the count!)

Eddie: Thank the lord! No, no... thank Darrel Besolve!

(Besolve picks Knight up, and drops him with a backbreaker. Saunders returns to his feet.)

Rick: Saunders and Besolve are having a little chat now. Could it be some strategies?

Eddie: Whatever they do, they gotta stop Knight from coming back again!

(Saunders grabs Knight by the hair, and throws him at Besolve. Besolve stuffs his head under his arm.)

Rick: Saunders wants Besolve to take out Knight with the Light of Judgement.. and Besolve's complying!

(Besolve lifts him in the air, and silences the crowd with the huge brainbuster DDT.)

Eddie: He nailed it! Knight is out! He is out!

(Besolve gets to his feet, raising his arms. He turns around, right into a Matt Saunders Death Valley Driver.)

Rick: THE AGONY OF DEFEAT!! Saunders just hit Besolve with his finisher!

(Saunders hooks the legs of Darrel Besolve.)

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

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

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

Rick: SAUNDERS WINS!

Eddie: WOO! Great match!

Rick: Saunders came out of nowhere with the Agony of Defeat, after having Besolve lay out his competition.

Eddie: Smart man. He truly earned this victory.

Rick: That means that next week, in our main event, The Boog-man will defend the IWA Heavyweight title against Matt Saunders! And coming up after the break, we find out if Boog will survive until then.

Rick: Welcome back! It's main event time!

Eddie: To the ring!

(Silence in the arena. Then, the choppy guitar of "Shortstop.")

(Next, Steve Taylor's odd voice fills the arena. All eyes are on the ramp. On the Rush Screen, nothing but static. Then, The World's Original comes out.)

Rick: Listen to the ovation! The Boog-man is loved by damn near the entire world!

Eddie: Not by me!

(Boog hops to the ring, keeping the adrenaline flowing. Boog sports his IWA title around his waist, although it's not on the line. "The World's Original" slides in the ring. He hands the title away and waits.)

Rick: Boog isn't used to this hardcore stuff. Mike Bell is definitely more comfortable in this environment. Of course, Bell isn't 100%. This should make for an interesting match to say the least.

[The lights are dimmed and a light hum is heard through the speakers. As the humming gets louder smoke begins to fill the entrance way and laser lights begin to flicker all over the arena. You now recognize the humming as the beginning to "Sirius" by the Alan Parsons Project and when the humming stops and the music begins a loud set of explosions go off on the entrance ramp as pyro and rockets are sent straight up and the words "The Natural" are shown on the big screen as "The Natural" himself Mike Bell emerges onto the entrance ramp. He is wearing long wrestling pants with "The Natural" running down the legs and he is wearing no shirt but he does have the IWA Extreme Title hanging over his shoulder and his long brown hair is pulled back into a pony tail. As he approaches the ring you can see laser lights form above the ring and the words "The Natural" appears in the middle of the ring. Mike Bell then steps into the ring as the words begin to rotate in a counter clockwise rotation and that is when Mike Bell climbs the turnbuckle to show the IWA Extreme Title to the fans.]

DING!

DING!

DING!

Rick: And here we go!

(Boog and Bell lock up. Bell with a hammer-lock. Boog counters it with an arm-bar. He tries to sweep Bell's feet out, but he hops over it. The Natural elbows Boog-man in the head and snapmares him to the mat. Boog is quick up, and ducks a clothesline. He kicks the Extreme champ in the stomach, and whips him in the ropes. Bell leap frogs over Boog. He bounces off the next set of ropes and comes back with a cross-body block, taking Boog-man to the mat. He goes for the cover, 1........2..... kickout. The World's Original returns to his feet. Bell charges after him, but is hoisted up in the air. Bell falls neck first onto the top rope. He bounces backwards holding his neck, and falls victim to a German suplex. Boog gets to his feet, and the crowd pops.)

Rick: Boog-man manages to win that little scuffle to begin this match.

Eddie: But Bell just rolled to outside. And he's going under the ring. It's HIS game now.

(Boog smiles as The Natural pulls a box of florescent light bulbs from under the ring.)

Rick: The World's Original knows he's in for some hurt, and plans to dish out some himself.

(Bell slides the lights in the ring. Boog lunges for them, but Bell pulls them away. So, Mike Bell pulls out two tubes of lights and hops on the apron. Boog slides out of the ring on the other side and looks under the ring.)

Rick: Fight fire with fire.

(Boog-man pulls out a couple street signs. He slides into the ring. He and Bell stand across.)

Eddie: Now things get interesting.

(Both men are at a standstill, waiting for the other to attack. And finally Bell does. He swings and misses. Boog clocks Bell in the forehead with a STOP sign. The Natural is wobbly. Another hard shot, this time from the YIELD sign. Bell won't go down. Now, Boog rotates, hitting Bell with the STOP sign, then the YIELD sign, STOP sign, YIELD sign, STOP sign, YIELD sign. Finally, Bell goes down.)

Rick: That sure, STOPPED, Mike Bell, eh Eddie?

Eddie: Lame, Rick. Very lame.

Rick: I know.

(Bell drops the signs and rips one of the florescent tubes from Bell's hand. He reels back, and swings.)

CRASH!

Rick: Bell just came out at the last moment and shattered that light over Boog's head!

Eddie: Sweet!

(Boog falls backwards. He bounces off the ropes and stumbles towards Bell, who lifts him high in the air.)

CRASH!

Rick: Now BOOG shattered that light bulb over BELL's head!

Eddie: Lucky sum-bitch.

(Both men are on the mat, horizontal. Blood appears on the foreheads of both men.)

Eddie: BLOOD!

Rick: And just like that. These matches are so dangerous.

(Both men now pull themselves up. The Natural swings with a wild right. It's ducked, and Boog drops him with a side-Russian legsweep. Now, Boog slides out for a chair. He grabs one, and slides back in. Boog sticks it in the corner between the second and third ropes. He grabs Bell by the hair and pulls him up.)

Rick: Boog setting up Bell now. He's gonna send him face first into that chair... no, it's reversed! Whoa! Boog stopped JUST short of that chair.

(Behind him, Bell charges after him. Boog out of instinct, drops right down. Bell misses Boog, and goes shoulderfirst into the chair.)

Eddie: That was a mistake.

(Boog grabs Bell by the head. He smacks it off the chair. Repeatedly. First 5, then 10 times.)

Rick: Boog is unleashing on Bell! It's the only way he can win this thing, and become both IWA Heavyweight and Extreme champion.

(Boog finally stops, only to roll out of the ring and pull a table from under it. He slides in the ring. The crowd pops. Boog lays the table against the corner next to the one with the chair. He returns to Bell, pulling him to his feet. The World's Original scoops him up over his shoulder, facing the table.)

Rick: Is he gonna slam him through that table?

Eddie: If we're lucky, he'll drop Bell and go through alone.

(Boog charges. The Natural however slides off his back. Boog stops and turns around to get a kick to the midsection, followed by a hard DDT.)

Eddie: Well, I was half right.

(Bell grabs Boog by his hair. He pulls Boog to the corner with the chair. And much like the Boog-man did, Bell smacks his head off the chair numerous times. Each one getting a larger pop than the previous.)

Rick: These two respect each other, but know they need to destroy the other to win.

Eddie: Ah. The beauty of the Extreme title.

(Now, Mike Bell rolls out of the ring. He grabs the box of florescent lights and enters the ring again. Taking one out at a time, Bell places them in the corner opposite the one with the chair. Bell empties the whole box, totalling 6 lights resting in the corner on top of the second rope.)

Eddie: I like where this is going.

(Bell returns to Boog, pulling him up. Now, Bell scoops Boog over his shoulder.)

Eddie: OOH!

(He charges the corner, when Boog-man slides off his shoulder. Bell turns around. Boog goes for a kick to the mid-section, but Bell catches his foot. The World's Original goes for an enzigurri, and takes Mike Bell down. Bell returns up, and Boog spinebuster's him right back down in the center of the ring. Now, Boog climbs to the toprope.)

Rick: Boog is going high-risk!

(Facing the crowd, Boog jumps backwards with a moonsault. But Mike Bell rolls out of the ring.)

Rick: Boog-man misses with the Boogsault! That could have been it!

(Bell now slides out of the ring, and pulls a second table from under the ring. He slides it in.)

Eddie: Two tables. Yes!

(The Natural sets the table up in the remaining table opposite the other corner with the table.)

Eddie: This looks very promising, Rick!

Rick: Two tables in two corners, a chair in the third, and a whack of florescent lights in the fourth!

(Boog-man returns to his feet. Bell meets him with a European uppercut. He scoops Boog up, and nails him down with a short-powerbomb. He goes for the cover.)

ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . Boog with the shoulder up.

(Bell allows Boog to get to his feet. He charges with a boot, but it's ducked. Boog catches Mike Bell with a quick uppercut. He quickly sets Bell up, and with a quick snap suplex, puts him through a table.)

Rick: SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!

Eddie: Cover!

1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NO!

Eddie: Thank the lord. Boog-man CAN NOT be my Extreme champ! I will not have it!

Rick: There ain't nothing you can do, Eddie. If Boog wins, that's it.

(Boog scoops Bell up, and puts him in a tree of woe in the corner with the chair. He slides out and grabs a second chair, and slides back in.)

Eddie: Is Boog gonna steal Bell's attacks?

(Boog winds up, and swings, connecting with Bell's exposed body. He continues the attack, hitting Bell six times.)

Eddie: HE DID! The lousy rat bastard!

(Boog goes to the opposite corner. He takes a 3-point stance and charges at Bell's exposed body. He leaps with a spear, but Bell falls to the mat. Boog-man drives his own head into the steel.)

Eddie: HAHA! I love it!

(Both men are down. The crowd gets behind the two champions, and they begin to roll around.)

Rick: It looks like Mike Bell's getting up first. Boog's right behind him.

(Bell with a right hand, it's blocked. Another one, it's blocked. Boog now connects with a right, then a left, and another right. He charges at the Extreme champ. Bell, at the last second, boosts Boog in the air, and drops the IWA champ face first THROUGH the florescent bulbs.)

Eddie: HOLY LOVE OF VIOLENCE!

(The crowd chants away. "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!")

Rick: Bell's gotta be badly cut now. This is sick.

Eddie: I love this division!

(There remains one table in the ring, leaning against a corner. A chair is still snug between the second and third ropes in the adjacent corner. Now, Bell grabs Boog-man by his hair and pulls him up. In the corner opposite the one with the table, Bell stuffs Boog-man's head between his legs.)

Eddie: I'm gonna love this!

(Bell lifts Boog high in the air, over his back. He charges towards the table, and powerbombs Boog through it. Boog is folded in half.)

Eddie: RUNNING POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!

Rick: That was repulsive!

(Bell crawls to Boog. He makes the cover.)

. . . . . . . . . ONE . . . . . . . . .

. . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . .

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

Rick: KICKOUT! He frickin' kicked out!

Eddie: How did Boog-man kick out of that??

Rick: He's the champ! Who knows how he does what he does.

(Bell rolls out of the ring. He looks underneath the squared circle, and finds what he's looking for. Then, he returns inside.)

Rick: Bell has that staplegun!

Eddie: Didn't he learn his lesson from last week?

(Bell brings the staplegun to Boog's forehead. He begins to squeeze, but Boog gives him a thumb in the eye, and swats the gun away.)

Eddie: Oh. The lucky S.O.B.!

(Boog climbs to his feet, and drops The Natural with a stunner. Then, Boog falls back down.)

Rick: Gruesome match.

Eddie: Ha! And The Boog-man's gonna have to defend the Heavyweight title against Matt Saunders next week!

(Boog rolls around the ring. He finds the staplegun. Boog gets to his feet with the gun in his right hand. He slowly approaches Bell, who is just returning to his feet.)

Eddie: Things is gonna get ugly...er!

(Boog clocks Bell with the staplegun in the side of the head. He drops to his knees. Boog brings the gun to Bell's forehead and glances at the energetic fans.)

Rick: He's gonna drive staples into Bell's head!

(Suddenly, the lights dim. And just like last week, "Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent rips through the arena.)

Rick: Wait a minute.

Eddie: It's the new Deja Vu!

(With the lights dimmed, the man dressed as Deja Vu approaches the ring from the ramp. He carries with him, a sledge hammer. Boog-man drops Bell in a second. He calls on Deja Vu.)

Rick: Things are gonna go off!

(The Deja Vu nears ringside. He makes room by swinging the hammer around, and finally enters.)

Eddie: Boog's in trouble! Don't go after a man with a sledgehammer. I learned that in grade six.

(Boog backs away from a swing. The Deja Vu swings again, this time the sledgehammer slides out of his hands and lands outside the ring.)

Rick: Whoops!

(Realizing his mistake, the Deja Vu slides out of the ring. He sprints down the aisle with Boog-man chasing right behind.)

Rick: Boog's going after Deja Vu! Boog's wants to find out who this man is!

(Deja Vu runs through the curtains, and Boog follows him. Just like that, Mike Bell is alone in the ring. He stands, staring at the entranceway, where the two men disappeared.)

Eddie: It doesn't seem like that guy to run away. He's never ran away before.

Rick: There was something about him. This Deja Vu looked....smaller.

(And just then, a second Deja Vu hopes over the railing from the crowd. He grabs the sledgehammer thrown away, and enters the ring.)

Eddie: Rick! There's another Deja Vu! And this one's bigger!

Rick: And he's got the sledgehammer! Turn around, Bell!

(As the crowd is vocal in worry, Bell continues to stare at the entranceway, not sure what to do. Then, he decides to leave after the two. But, Deja Vu puts a hand on his shoulder.)

Eddie: Uh oh.

(Bell turns around.)

Rick: Deja Vu just.... dropped the sledgehammer?!?!?!

(Bell looks astonished as Deja Vu drops his weapon. Deja Vu takes a few steps backwards to distance himself from Bell. Then, the new Deja Vu reaches under his chin.)

Eddie: He's gonna unmask! He's gonna do it himself!

(The Natural Mike Bell stares across at the man, as he rips off his mask.)

Rick: Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my frickin' god!

Eddie: I can't believe it!

(And there, across from Bell, as the crowd stares in awe, stands the man.)

(Chris Mann.)

Rick: It's Chris Mann! "Big Country" Chris Mann!

(Bell stares at his former stablemate in astonishment. Wide-eyed, wide-mouthed, Bell doesn't know what to say. Chris Mann stares back at him, and a smile is on his face as he tosses the Deja Vu mask into the crowd.)

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