[Cut backstage. Buzz Tyler knocks on President Vincent's office. But the door was slightly ajar, and Buzz's force sends it flying open.]

Eddie: Oh joy.

[Buzz takes a few steps inside. He sees Commish Levin sitting in Vincent's oak desk. Buzz looks around the room.]

Buzz: Where's Vince?

Levin: He's away on business.

Buzz: Business, eh? What kind of business?

[Levin doesn't answer. His response is a raised eyebrow.]

Levin: What do you want, Tyler?

Buzz: You know, I've been thinking a little.

Eddie: Don't strain yourself.

Buzz: I've been with this company longer than every single person on that roster. And I think I should be rewarded.

Rick Uh oh. Levin doesn't take kindly to greedy wrestlers.

Levin: Rewarded? In what way, Buzz?

Buzz: Well, I'm thinking IWA title shot. Not tonight, of course. But, say... next Monday, against the winner of Saunders and Boog.

Levin: Buzz, you have had plenty of title shots. Remember the International title?

Buzz: Yeah, but I earned that by winning a battle royal!

Levin: Granted. But you lost the title in your first defense. Since then, you've had a shot at the Extreme title, and the tag title.

Buzz: Not directly.

[Aaron Levin looks frustrated.]

Levin: Buzz, I understand your loyalty to this company. And trust me, it is appreciated. That's why you'll always have a job here, if you want it. But really, Buzz. When was the last time you won a match?

[Uh oh. Buzz begins to ponder hard.]

Levin: I'll tell you when. It was when you won the International title against Logan at Night of Terror. In November.

[Buzz stares blankly at Levin, as though he's missing the point.]

Levin: That's over 2 months ago. You haven't won in over 2 months, Buzz. And on top of that, there was that little fiasco last week, when you started to destroy IWA property.

Buzz: Riggs and Barcode screwed me! I had good reason to be upset!

Levin: No title shot, Buzz.

[Buzz smiles. He even begins chuckling. Then, in a sudden burst of rage, he swats the lamp off of the desk. It smashes in pieces against the wall.]

Levin: Buzz...

Buzz: I'VE BEEN LOYAL! I'VE POURED MY HEART AND SOUL INTO THIS FUCKING PLACE! I DESERVE A GOD DAMN TITLE SHOT!!!

Eddie: Whoa!

[Levin straightens his hair, while he thinks the situation through.]

Levin: I'll tell you what, Buzz. I'm a fair man. So tonight, if you beat Evan Hurley - the former International champ - then you'll get an International title shot next week against whoever the champ is.

[Buzz, breathing heavy from the screaming, smiles.]

Buzz: All I gotta do is beat Hurley, eh? No problem.

[Buzz turns to exit the office. Levin stops him.]

Levin: Oh. And Buzz, if you EVER do anything like this again, I'll forget about your loyalty and have you suspended in a second!

[He smiles.]

Levin: Have a great day!

Eddie: Ha!

[We cut to the side of the ring. That is to say, ringside.]

Rick: Well, with Buzz's complaining out of the way, we can get to our first match of the evening. Simon Benson, after losing last week to the ever-impressive Jeckel, will meet IWA Cruiserweight champ, Super Shoink in a non-title match.

Eddie Why non-title?

Rick: I really don't think he's earned one, yet. If he wins tonight, though, I'm sure we'll get a rematch down the road.

("Simon Says" by Drain STH hits. A few seconds later, Simon Benson steps out from back stage with his wife and manager, Sarah. They stand at the top of the stage for a few seconds, before making their way to the ring.)

Eddie: I win tonight would be huge for his career, no?

Rick: I'm sure it would be. Super Shoink is quite the popular wrestler here, and back in the old HCWF.

(Benson kisses Sarah, and slides in the ring.)

("Song 2" by Blur rocks the arena. A good pop, as Super Shoink emerges from the back. Super Shoink heads down the aisle, rubbing his Cruiserweight belt proudly.)

Rick: And back from a minor injury... Super Shoink!

Eddie: The champion of the little people.

Rick: He means Cruiserweights.

(Shoink notices that his boots are untied. He puts his title down and starts to do them up. Then, a big fan in a cowboy hat grabs his title. Shoink angrily grabs the belt away from him. Then, Shoink steals his cowboy hat. He walks down to the ring wearing the hat, and smiling happily.)

Eddie: Good look for him.

(Shoink slides in. He hands the belt away.)

The bell DING DING DING's.

(The two men circle each other before locking up. Shoink backs Benson into the corner. But Benson overpowers Shoink, and shoves him to the mat. Shoink gets back up and ducks a lariat. He turns around and clocks Simon with a couple right hands, before whipping him back into the corner. Shoink charges, but gets a boot to the face. Benson follows it up with a bull-dog out of the corner. He covers.)

Rick: ONE.....TWO...Shoink gets the shoulder up. He's not about to lose that easily.

(Benson pulls Shoink back up. He scoops up the Cruiserweight champ and powerslams him down. Another cover only gets a one-count. Now, Benson brings him back up. He throws Shoink into the ropes, but the fiesty champ bounces off with a cross-body block, and takes Simon down. Super Shoink doesn't hold him for the cover. Instead, he gets to his feet and allows Benson up, before kicking him in the gut. Shoink springboards off the second rope, and connects with a big side kick to the stomach.)

Eddie: What a kick! The force sends Benson to the outside.

(Sarah Benson grabs her husband in her arms, and the two embrace.)

Eddie: Well isn't that sweet.

(When suddenly, Sarah looks frightened and scatters away from Simon. Super Shoink is in the air, and takes Benson down with a suicide dive.)

Rick: Huge impact! I think Sarah was smart to get out of the way of that one.

(Shoink grabs Benson by the hair, and rolls him in the ring. Shoink follows in and grabs Benson. But Simon sneaks in a low-blow, then drops Shoink with a spinebuster. Benson begins to stomp viciously on the lower back of the Cruiserweight champ.)

Eddie: That's the way to do things. Aggressively and violently.

(Shoink fights to his hands and knees, but Benson begins driving his knee into Shoink's back, taking him back down. Benson now sits on his back, and pulls back his head by Shoink's hair. Benson yells at Shoink and smacks him, getting boos from the crowd.)

Rick: Benson's a dirty fighter.

Eddie: He's gotta be, if he wants to go places in the IWA.

Rick: That's not true. Look at the Boog-man, our champion! He doesn't fight dirty at all!

Eddie: Boog this, Boog that! Enough about Boog!

Rick: I just sai...

Eddie: ENOUGH!

(Benson pulls Shoink up, only to nail him with a big DDT. Now, he climbs to the second rope, and leaps off with an elbow drop. But Shoink rolls out of the way.)

Rick: Benson misses with the high-risk offense. Now, Shoink getting back to his feet. Right hand to Benson's chin...and another! Shoink with a kick to the stomach. He scoops Benson in the air, and plants him with a huge backbreaker!

Eddie: Ouch.

(Shoink now goes to the top rope quickly. He measures up Benson, and leaps off with a huge frog-splash. He connects.)

Rick: He's got him!

1 . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . NO!

Eddie: Benson kicks out! He's not done yet!

(Shoink pulls Benson back up. Shoink grabs him by the arm for an Irish whip, but it's reversed. Shoink is sent into the ropes. He comes back and catches Benson with his head down. The Cruiserweight champ kicks him in the stomach. He goes for a right hand, but Benson blocks it, and gains the advantage with a rake to the face. Then, Simon stuffs Super Shoink's head between his legs. He lifts Shoink up for a powerbomb, but it's countered with a head-scissor takedown. Shoink holds it for a pin.)

Rick: The counter, and the pin.... ONE . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . NO! Benson STILL ain't out!

Eddie: Although that was frickin' close!

(Super Shoink motions for the end, and hops back to the top rope. He waits for Benson to get up, before leaping off with an axe-handle smash. But Benson counters with a dropkick to the stomach.)

Rick: What impact there! Benson's strength combined with gravity's force, and you have a wounded Super Shoink.

(Simon Benson lifts Shoink back up. He scoops him in his arms, and throws him back with a fallaway slam. Shoink falls to the outside. Sarah quickly comes in, and stomps on him with her high-heels.)

Eddie: Hah!

Rick: Why is that funny? Those hurt!

Eddie: BECAUSE it hurts!

(Sarah leaves the crime scene as Simon exits the ring. He rolls Shoink back in and goes for the cover. 1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . the Cruiserweight champ kicks out. Now, Benson brings him back up. He sits Shoink on the top rope, and stands on the second.)

Rick: Looks like he's going for a super-plex... no! Shoink shoves him off. Shoink leaps, and plants Benson with the missile dropkick!

Eddie: It's over!

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Eddie: Oh! I thought it was over! I really did. That's why I said, "it's over."

Rick: Yeah. OK, thanks for the insight, Eddie.

(Just then, Sarah gets on the apron and starts screaming at Shoink. Shoink stares at her and laughs. But it's enough for Benson to roll him up.)

1!

2!

no!

Rick: Wow! Simon Benson almost stole one, there.

(The two men quickly get up and charge each other. They connect with a double-clothesline, and both men are down.)

Eddie: What's Sarah doing? She's throwing her purse in the ring!?!?

(As she does, she climbs back on the apron, and grabs the ref's attention. In the ring, Simon Benson grabs the purse. Shoink gets to his feet. Benson swings with the purse, and clocks Shoink with it. Shoink goes down hard.)

Eddie: Ha! Super Shoink got knocked down with a purse!

Rick: That's no ordinary purse!

(As Benson tosses the purse out of the ring, a brick falls out.)

Eddie: OK, so Shoink got knocked down with a brick in a purse. It's still funny.

Rick: Sarah's off the apron! Simon Benson's going for the cover! Can he steal one??

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

Rick: He does! Simon Benson robs Super Shoink with a lot of help from Sarah Benson.

Eddie: Beautiful AND helpful. Who would have thought a woman could be both.

Rick: Jeez... there's a pile of hate-mail.

[Darrel Besolve. The Future, himself. Sitting in his locker room, Darrel is taping up his wrists.]

Rick: Welcome back fans! Besolve is preparing for his International title shot against Adam Burke later tonight.

[In walks Matt Saunders.]

Eddie: It's Showtime!

[Besolve stands up to face Saunders.]

Besolve: Listen, Saunders. I don't know why you're here, but the way you beat me last week... I don't appreciate it one bit.

Saunders: Hey! You would have done the same thing! It was just a matter of time. And you know it!

[Besolve breathes out slowly, releasing some anger.]

Saunders: But anyway, I'm just here to let you know that I've got your back tonight, as long as you got mine.

Besolve: I don't need you to watch my back, Saunders, and I don't want you to.

[Saunders looks a little surprised.]

Saunders: Listen man. If we want to keep getting favors from Vincent, we have to work as a team. That means together. You and I, watching each others backs.

[Saunders puts his hand on Besolve's shoulder.]

Saunders: Got it?

[Besolve grins. Saunders nods in approval and heads out of the room.]

Besolve: Yeah, right.

[Cut back to ringside.]

Rick: Looks to me like we might see dueling favors tonight.

Eddie: Didn't you hear Darrel? He doesn't need help! But then again... if Saunders helps him with the International title...

Rick: Than Besolve would be in Saunders' debt. Well, we'll see how things turn out. But, for now we have a great matchup ready. Evan Hurley will battle Buzz Tyler.

(As in the past, and as in the future, "Are You Gonna Go My Way" fills the air, signalling the entrance of Buzz Tyler. As he enters onto the stage, the fans boo in unison. Buzz wears an "I am a Triple-Crown Winner" t-shirt. Buzz lugs himself down to the ring, trying not to vomit in disgust towards the pathetic Edmonton fans.)

Rick: Buzz will earn himself an International title shot by winning tonight.

Eddie: He won't. Buzz doesn't win.

(Buzz slides in the ring. He grabs a mic.)

Buzz: Listen up, residents of whatever shithole this city is.

Rick: It's called Edmonton. And it's not that bad! They have the world's largest mall here!

Eddie: You mean the West Edmonton Mall?? I thought that was in Spain! Damn, I was wrong.

Buzz: First off, whether you cum-guzzling faggots like it or not, I'm going to win. Then, I'm going to win the International title. Then, the Heavyweight title. Then, the Worlds.

Eddie: He's gettin' a little ahead of himself there.

Buzz: Point is that...

[BOOM!]

Buzz: What the...

[BOOM!]

Buzz: Damn it! I jus..

[BOOM!]

Buzz: UGHHHH!!

[BOOM!]

(Buzz throws the mic away in rage. He kicks the turnbuckle.)

Eddie: Ha ha! That's how you shut him up. Pyro! (Thick gray smoke follows the pyro, filling the ramp way. Stick it up by Slaves on Dope explodes through the arena PA system.)

Eddie: Heh. Buzz is angry again.

Rick: I wonder where Amy is tonight?

Eddie: I think she's tanning.

Rick: Uh, what's your source?

Eddie: You mean for drugs?

Rick: Ugh.

(Clad in a pair of glossy green tights and tall dark boots we see one half of the EWWA Tag Team Champions along with his friend Tyler Cross one of the fastest rising stars in the NWA Violent Evan Hurley. With the gold belt grasped tightly his hand Evan makes his way to the ring.)

Rick: Here we go!

(Buzz exits the ring and charges after Hurley. Evan charges towards him, and the two collide in mid-air. The roll down the aisle to ringside, trading blows, as the crowd cheers loudly. Buzz gets to his feet. He kicks Evan in the stomach and rolls him in, following shortly behind.)

DING DING DING!

(Buzz stomps away on Evan. He begins choking Hurley, but stops before being DQed. Hurley gets back to his feet. He fights off some lefts and stuns Buzz with a jawbreaker. He throws Buzz over his shoulder with a release t-bone suplex. Hurley starts stomping on Buzz until he exits the ring. Hurley follows him outside, but gets a low-blow for his efforts.)

Rick: Ooch. They gotta start enforcing those a little better. I don't think anyone in the NeWA is able to reproduce.

Eddie: I second that.

(Buzz whips Hurley into the guardrail. Buzz charges, but is sent into the front row with a back-body drop. Hurley grabs Buzz's head, and drops it overtop the railing. Buzz flies back and lands in some fat guy's lap.)

Rick: He's gettin' Rush at a CLOSE glance, here! Lucky fan.

(Buzz gets off the guy, and smacks him in the face in disgust, then steals his pop.)

Eddie: Or not so lucky.

(Buzz turns around and slams the drink in Hurley's face. It explodes everywhere. Buzz climbs back over to ringside, and grabs Evan's head. He brings him to the announcer's table, and tries to smash his head, but it's reversed. Buzz's skull bounces off the table, and he's rolled back in the ring.)

Eddie: Is it just me, or does Buzz smell like spoiled lettuce?

Rick: ??? ... You're a dumbass.

(Hurley is on the top rope. Once Buzz gets to his feet, he leaps off with a cross-body block, and takes Buzz to the mat. But the momentum carries him over, and Buzz has a pin attempt.)

ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . NO!

Eddie: Oh! Jeez, don't do that!

Rick: Sorry. I ate beans.

Eddie: I was talking about Buzz and the near-falls, Rick.

Rick: Oh. Well, I just thought...

Eddie: Shut up!

Rick: Ok.

(Evan brings Buzz up, and scoop slams him in the center of the ring.)

Rick: Wait a sec... I boss YOU around! YOU shut up!

Eddie: Hah. You wish.

(Hurley hits Buzz with a grounded senton splash. He bounces off the ropes and goes for a second senton splash, but Buzz brings the knees up, and connects with the lower back of the former International champ. Buzz brings Evan to his feet, and takes him back down with a side-Russian legsweep. Buzz then applies an arm-bar submission.)

Rick: Buzz's going to work with the submission moves, something we don't see all too often.

(Buzz wrenches back on the arm. Hurley fights through the pain. He tries for the ropes, but is nowhere close. Then, Hurley manages to roll over, loosening the hold. Then, he drops his elbow into Buzz's face to escape the hold.)

Eddie: Beautiful counter!

(Evan continues to drive his elbow into the face and skull of his opponent. Buzz tries desperately to cover up.)

Rick: "Violent" Evan is doing just that. Being "Violent" Evan.

(Now, Hurley gets to his feet. He again goes to the top rope. Hurley waits for Buzz to get to his feet, then quickly turns around and leaps backwards with a moonsault. It catches a standing Buzz Tyler and takes him to the mat.)

Eddie: Quick little guy, ain't he?

(Hurley now leaps onto the second rope. Just as quickly, he leaps backwards and plants a springboard legdrop across the neck of Buzz. He makes the cover.)

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

Rick: Great series of moves from Evan there. Amazing aim with that legdrop.

Eddie: Yeah! He's sure got Buzz's number tonight!

(Evan pulls Buzz up, but Tyler comes out of nowhere with a stunner, and both men are down.)

Eddie: Ah crap!

Rick: You jinxed him. Next time, don't speak.

(Slowly, Buzz returns to his feet. Evan follows behind. Evan attacks with a lariat, but it's ducked. Buzz with a go-behind, and a German suplex. He releases the hold, and grabs the legs, quickly applying a Boston crab submission.)

Rick: Another submission from Buzz.

Eddie: He's trying to keep Evan grounded. He knows that's how Evan wins ball games. And it looks to be working, quite frankly.

Rick: Look at Buzz leaning way back with that crab! Hurley's nearly folded in half!

(Hurley screams in pain. He begins reaching towards the ropes. He is out of reach, but starts inching toward them.)

Eddie: Hurley's almost there....

Rick: He's got the bottom rope! Buzz isn't releasing the hold! What's he doing?

Eddie: He's gonna get DQed, that's what he's doing.

(Finally, right before the 5 count from the ref, Buzz releases the hold. He shoves the ref away for getting in his face, then starts choking Hurley once again to another near 5 count. Now, Buzz rolls out of the ring.)

Rick: What's he doing? He's grabbing... a bat from under the ring!

(Buzz slides in the ring. He holds the bat in a ready-to-swing position.)

Rick: What's he doing?? He's gonna get DQed! And that means no title shot!

Eddie: I think he lost it again! He just wants to hurt Hurley! The International title shot isn't in his mind right now!

(Buzz is about to swing, but the ref pulls the bat away from him. Buzz turns around, and violently shoves the ref into the corner, sending the bat flying out of his hands. The ref is about to tumble to the ground, but Buzz catches him. He's about to clock the ref now.)

Rick: Now the ref's gonna get it!

Eddie: How many times do I have to tell these damn refs to mind there own business??

(Buzz reels back . . . CRACK!)

Rick: Evan Hurley just layed Buzz out with a bat shot to the head! Right in front of the ref!

(The ref laughs in relief. He sees Hurley toss the bat out of the ring. Evan looks at the ref, before dropping down for the cover.)

Rick: Wait a minute... no DQ?

Eddie: The ref's counting!

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

Rick: Buzz just got screwed by the ref!

Eddie: Hey! He deserved it! HE brought the bat in the ring, and HE attacked the ref!

Rick: You're right, Eddie. But I doubt Buzz will see things that way.

Eddie: Welcome to the Wonderful World of Snooker!

Rick: Damn it, Eddie! Stop scaring away our viwers.

Eddie: Uh, sorry.

Rick: Fans, let us bring you back to last night, and that spectacular NeWA PPV, Lord of The Rings! It truly was an outstanding show, and saw some huge wins for IWA stars!

Eddie: ADAM KNIGHT IS THE WOLRD CHAMP! WOOO! IWA!!! But I don't like him still.

Rick: Eddie, you weren't suppose to say that until AFTER we showed the clips!

Eddie: Oh, that's right. I was suppose to talk about Paradox.

Rick: Yeah, that's right. Paradox, who after was declined an NeWA World title shot by Mike Vincent, was awarded a shot by none other than NeWA Prez, Kai Lewis. Against Vincent's wishes, the match took place at a house show. And, in a huge upset, Paradox became the NeWA Tag Team champions! And now, lets bring you back to last night.

{We cut to still photos of Lord of the Ring. The first shot is of Paradox, Lennox and Ulfric, all standing in the ring before the bout. Another still of Lennox slamming Antoine Murraine to the mat. Then, a shot of Lennox holding Cosgrove in his Cajun Crossface, as Ulfric holds Murrain in the Embrace. They both tap. And Lennox and Ulfric are the champions.}

Eddie: And just like that, Paradox is dethroned, and revealed as paper champions.

Rick: Vincent was right in denying them the title shot.

{Now, we get a still of Adam Burke and Jay Moreno. Shots of the match, including Burke in mid-air with his Asai Moonsault. And the pin by Burke. And a final shot of him holding the World Cruiserweight title in the air.}

Rick: Adam Burke successully defends the Cruiserweight title of the World, and proves to everyone what we have known for months. Adam Burke IS the future.

{Then, we get a shot of Blade coming out, as Rick and Eddie talk us through.}

Rick: Also on the show, Blade, who turned his back on Adam Knight and sided with EWWA President, Ryan Cooke, has stated that with Cooke's help, he's unretiring the NeWA World TV title.

{Now, a shot of Boog-man coming down the aisle.}

Eddie: But Boog took offense to Blade's selling out. I call it taking the smart way, but others call it selling out.

Rick: Anyway, Boog was about to teach Blade a lesson in humility that Calib Wallace oh-so deserved, when...

{A shot of The Outlaw from NWF on the big screen.}

Rick: The Outlaw returned, announcing that he's new in the front office! And, his first order of business, was signing a Boog-man/Blade match at NeWA's next PPV, Wrestle Classic, for the World TV title.

Eddie: Throw it back out, I say. Too many titles.

Rick: Well, that wasn't all. The Outlaw said that the IWA Champ, Boog-man, and Blade have to spark interest in the title, or the match won't happen. Good luck Boog.

{Now a shot of Adam Knight and Darrel Besolve in their impromptu battle back stage, and resulting match.}

Eddie: Ah. And this was something else. This unannounced match took place.

{A shot of Teddy Valentine interfering on Besolve's behalf, only to receive the KnightFall.}

Rick: And because of Teddy Valentine...

{Another shot of Besolve planting Knight with the Light of Judgement. Then, Besolve making the pin.}

Rick: Besolve stole the match.

Eddie: Beautiful, wasn't it?

Rick: Yeah, sure.

{And now, a few still shots of Adam Knight/Outkast main event. Great still shots of the action. Then, a shot of Knight applying a modified figure-four onto Outkast. Another shot, this of Outkast going insane from the pain. And then, he's passed out. A final shot of Knight with the NeWA World title over his head.}

[Now back to the ringside.]

Rick: What an amazing main event that was. And, somehow, through all the controversy of the night, Adam Knight squeezes by, and earns the NeWA World title, that he so truly deserves.

Eddie: Knight is a dumbass. But, he's IWA. And I'm IWA... it's in my veins. So I can't help but be happy out that outcome.

(Suddenly, the orcastratic intro of Ozzy's "Gets Me Through" plays. The crowd ignites into loud, loud cheers. The guitar kicks in and out steps Adam Knight himself, igniting deafening cheers.)

Rick: Listen to the fans, Eddie!

Eddie: He's the World champ!

Rick: We remind you fans, that Adam Knight has been granted the night off by Commish Levin, due to his amazing efforts last night. He's also been granted this interview time.

(Adam Knight walks down to the ring. He has a big smile on his face, despite the fact that he's limping to the ring. Knight is quite bandaged.)

Rick: Last night REALLY took a toll on Knight's body. But it was ALL worth it.

(Knight enters the ring. He holds up the NeWA World title on all four corners, each to a giant pop. Then, he stands in the center, as he pulls out a mic.)

Knight: Thank you! Every single one of you!

(The crowd pops.)

Knight: It's been a long road. Long, and so very hard, but I made. I, am on top of the NeWA...

(The crowd pops again.)

Knight: ...where I belong!

(Another pop. This one bigger than the last.)

Knight: I just want to let everyone know that I'll be the best champion that this great alliance has every seen, and I'll represent the IWA with pride.

Rick: Now here's a great champion.

(Suddenly, "Ironman" by Black Sabbath interrupts the champion.)

Eddie: Ooh! Here comes Besolve!

(The crowd boos as Besolve steps out, with a mic in hand.)

Besolve: Adam... SHUT UP!

(Large boos from the crowd.)

Besolve: Congrats and all on your title shot, but you're forgetting something. I beat you last night first! Therefore, I deserve a title shot, more than anyone in the alliance!

Knight: You deserve a title shot? For the way you won?

(Knight laughs. The crowd, those lemmings, laugh too.)

Knight: Besolve, you better worry about Adam Burke and that International title shot you have.

Besolve: Don't worry about that, Adam. I will hand Burke his ass, and become the International champion. But it'll be merely a stepping stone to your... no... MY World title!

(Crowd boos at that. Knight laughs. Suddenly, a figure comes from the crowd.)

Eddie: It's.... It's Jeckel!!

(Jeckel slides in the ring, and the crowd stands on their feet.)

Besolve: Well well, Adam. It looks like I'm not the only one holding a grudge.

(Knight is confused. Slowly, he turns around. Jeckel tackles him to the ground and starts laying in right hands to Knight.)

Rick: Look at Jeckel go!

Eddie: He must be pissed that his match got cancelled! This would be a HUGE matchup for Jeckel!

(Jeckel starts biting the face of Knight.)

Rick: He's BITING the World champ!

(Knight, in a burst of strength, shoves Jeckel off of him, and jumps to his feet. Jeckel lunges at Knight, but he ducks the attack. Knight kicks him in the stomach, and DDT's him to the mat.)

Rick: BIG DDT! Knight is fighting off Jeckel, despite being half-frickin'-dead!

(Knight turns around, to find Besolve in the ring. Besolve lays it to the champ with hard right hands, teetering the big World champion.)

Eddie: Knight's in trouble!

(Besolve launches Knight into the ropes. But Knight holds on. He kicks Besolve in the stomach, and sets up the double-underhook for the KnightFall.)

Rick: Knight is gonna plant Besolve... NO! Jeckel from behind takes Knight to his knees!

Eddie: And now it begins.

(Besolve takes the opportunity, and spinebusters Knight into the canvas. He and Jeckel begin laying in the boots.)

Rick: It's 2 on 1 against The Revolution! Things aren't looking good.

Eddie: Look at those vicious kicks! Knight is being mutilated!

(Suddenly, the crowd pops.)

Rick: IT'S THE BOOG-MAN! IWA CHAMPION!

(Boog comes running down to the ring wielding a steel chair. He slides in and CLOCKS Jeckel in the skull with a monstrous shot. Besolve wisely exits the ring. He begins backing up the aisle, smirking cockily.)

Rick: Boog-man makes the save. And Besolve narrowly escapes this one.

Eddie: Not Jeckel. Nope. For the first time that I've seen, he's OUT!

(Boog tends to Knight in the ring, glancing back at the still-retreating Darrel Besolve from time to time.)

Rick: Fans, don't go anywhere. Besolve and Burke, next!

Rick: Welcome back fans. We're . . .

(Rick is cut off abrupty by a strange site.)

Rick: Ladies and gentlement, Buzz Tyler has come out from the back.

Eddie: And he's got a frickin' baseball bat! Oh no! He's out to get me! AH!

(We get a shot of Buzz on the stage. He stares into the booing crowd. Hate and disgust is in his eyes. Buzz screams and clanks the bat against the steel stage.)

Rick: He looks a bit unhappy, no?

(Buzz screams continuously, as he spins around, swinging the bat widly. He makes contact with one of the two IWA logo's on either side of the entrance. The 2-foot logo flies off and crashes just feet away from the fans.)

Rick: Whoa! He's endangering our audience! He's gonna get in trouble for this...

Eddie: He's just pissed cuz he lost again. Damn! Fire his ass already!

(Buzz begins pounding on the stage violently, and repeatedly. It dents more and more with every shot. Finally, a handful of security guys come out. Buzz takes a swing, and clocks the first one in the chest. The next two go down from shots to the side. The fourth sneaks behind Buzz and restrains him while the fifth goes in. But Buzz kicks him in the groin, and flips the fourth guard onto his back, before clocking him with the bat.)

Rick: He's losing it! This is gonna cost him, Eddie. I think he might even get suspended for this. Coming out and wasting our valuable air-time, and these violent attacks on the security.

Eddie: Suspended? Not good enough!

(Buzz screams some more as he fends off the next handful of guards. Now, Buzz begins running away down stage. Buzz turns back and holds the guards off with his bat. Then, he starts chuckling in a deranged sort of way.)

Rick: What the hell happened to him? Has he completely lost it??

Eddie: He's never had it! Get it straight!

(Buzz reaches ringside. He begins pounding the bat on the ringsteps, then the ringposts. He's laughing hard now.)

Eddie: Don't come over here! Please, Rick, save me!

(Buzz continues around the ring, until he is 10 feet or so from Rick and Eddie.)

Eddie: Oh shit!

Rick: This doesn't look good. The man's got a bat!

Eddie: I don't wannna die!!

(Buzz stops laughing, as he stares directly into Eddie's eyes. Eddie begins shaking nervously.)

Eddie: Oh god...oh god...

(Just then, Buzz tosses the bat aside. He starts laughing out loud again, and drops to his knees.)

Rick and Eddie: Huh?

(The guards all tackle Buzz, pilling on top of him. Buzz continues to laugh.)

Eddie: He's just letting them get him!

Rick: He's lost it! He's just lost it!

[As Buzz Tyler is carted away, we cut backstage. Levin is in his office. He stares into the camera, addressing the audience.]

Levin: Fans of the IWA - fans of wrestling, in light of this evening's happenings regarding "The Natural" Mike Bell and "The Rogue Horseman" Chris Mann, I am both thrilled, and frightened to make this announcement.

Eddie: Ooh.

Levin: Next week, in what could be the greatest extreme match in IWA history, Mike Bell will indeed defend his title against Chris Mann!

Eddie: YES!

Levin: If you thought you knew violence, you'll be sorrowly mistaken. I just hope that these men don't kill each other. Now, enjoy the rest of the show.

[Cut back to ringside.]

Rick: What a HUGE match that is going to be. Eddie, I mentionned what these guys can do earlier tonight. You just wait...

Eddie: (drooling) Glawwwww...

Rick: You just wait..

Eddie: I need a resporator... I can't breathe!

Rick: Hold it together, Eddie! We've got Besolve and Burke NEXT!

Rick: Welcome back. Eddie, how're you feeling?

Eddie: Good, good. I'm just so hungry for blood, after that blockbuster announcement from Levin.

Rick: Well, Burke and Besolve. Your deranged bloodlust might just be satisfied.

(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�s face is devoid of any sign of his trademark smirk, bandages and tiny cuts adorn his face and body.)

Rick: This guy want ape shit at the pay per, view he and Knight really went at it.

Eddie: He�s definitely a large, beautiful scary man.

Rick: . . .

Eddie: Wait! Did I say that out loud?

(Besolve enters the ring. He marches to the corner and mounts it. He his angry bitter demeanor draws heat from the packed crowd. Then, Darrel hops down and waits.)

Eddie: Knight better lock up that World Heavy Weight Belt cause this guy is nipping at his heels.

Rick: Very true, Darrel is bound to have a shot coming to him, not to mention a rematch for Outkast. Damn, I�d hate to be in Knight�s position right now.

(The lights go completely black, filling the arena with darkness. It last for a few seconds, when the roar of a tiger fills the ears of all in the arena. Suddenly blue light pulsates to the opening riffs of �Eye of the Tiger� by Survivor.)

Risin' up, back on the street / Did my time, took my chances / Went the distance now I'm back on my feet / Just a man and his will to survive

(Blue fireworks blast and the lights fade up to reveal �The Tiger� Adam Burke on the entrance ramp. With Brandy by his side, Adam has the NWA World Cruiserweight Title proudly displayed over his shoulder and the IWA International Title around his waist.)

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

(The arena fills with applause as Adam raises the NWA World Cruiserweight and IWA International Belts up above his head and into the air, as blue fireworks cascade down around him. Adam hands the belts over to the ref and the match finally gets underway.)

DING DING DING!

Eddie: O wow Besolve goes right after Burke sending him to the mat with a huge forearm.

Rick: And he�s now atop the champ laying in some hard lefts and rights straight to his face. Darrel is showing a little of that extreme anger he let lose on Knight at the NWA pay per view.

Eddie: Well . . . Burkes first name IS Adam . . . maybe Darrel is all like crazy and is out to destroy all things Adam-like.

Rick: Ummm . . . sure why not?

(Darrel gets off Adam and grabs the champ by his hair dragging him over to the corner. Brandy cringes on the outside as the looming figure of Besolve stares angrily down at her boyfriend. Darrel sets Adam on the top turnbuckle then climbs up in front of Burke glaring at the audience.)

Rick: SUPERPLEX!!! Besolve drills Burke with a massive Superplex from the top turnbuckle! Besolve again grabs Adam by the hair pulling him to his feet staring him in the eye he whips him across the ring.

(Adam hits the opposite rope and heads back at Darrel at full speed, to Darrel�s surprise Burke hits him with a stiff clothesline sending him stunned to the mat.)

Eddie: O wow, Burke�s making a little come back . . . I wonder how long it�s going to last?

(Burke stops himself on the ropes and just as he starts to turn around Besolve grabs Adam�s legs and wraps him up in a tight Boston Crab. Adam tries to grab the bottom rope but Besolve pulls him back to center ring.)

Eddie: Ahh I guess about that long.

Rick: Smart-ass. Anyways things aren�t looking very good for our International Champ here Eddie, it would take a miracle for him to break out of this.

(Darrel has yet to relinquish his death grip on the IWA International Champion, Adam is STILL writhing on the mat in pain. It looks as though Burke is actually about to tap when Besolve lets lose the hold.)

Rick: Wait . . . What? He had this in the bag how could he possibly be this stupid!?!

Eddie: Did you just call �The Future� Darrel Besolve stupid?

Rick: Oh wait . . . No no I didn�t.

Eddie: Yea that�s what I thought.

(Besolve again picks up the champ dragging him around the ring, apparently to trying to get across the point he truly is the dominant man in this match. But Burke gets the jump on him reaching up to trip the massive man sending Besolve into the ropes. Burke is about to capitalize when we see a familiar figure in the entry way.)

Eddie: IT�S MATT SHOWTIME SAUNDERS!!!

Rick: And he�s got a friggin chair! Look at him go, he�s running to the ring with a purpose!

(At this point Burke has Darrel on the mat next to the ropes and is stomping away. Saunders jumps on the apron and rears back to hit Burke square in the face. But Besolve finally reaches his feet and Saunders makes contact with The Future.)

Rick: O MY GOD MATT SAUNDERS JUST HIT DARREL BESOLVE IN THE FACE WITH A CHAIR!!!

Eddie: O Saunders is screwed! Beslove�s going to want to kick his ass I know it!

Rick: That�s almost a certainty.

(Beslove falls back completely out on the mat, Saunders gets a look of complete shock on his face as Burke goes for the pin. Saunders is so completely shocked he hops dopwn to ring side and watches as Adam Burke gets one of the biggest upsets ever played out.)

Rick: 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!!! BURKE GOT IT ON THE FIRST PIN OF THE MATCH!!! HE BEAT DARREL BESOLVE IN ONE PIN AND ALMOST NO OFFENCE!

Eddie: Well that one was short and sweet, cheating always makes things more fun. Go Saunders good run in dear sir! Kudos!

Rick: �The Tiger� Adam Burke has just achieved one of the single most stunning . . . yet o so very tainted . . . upsets of this short year!

(Stick It Up by Slaves On Dope rocks the arena and Evan Hurley makes his way onto the ramp way. Evan stands at rest already dressed out of his ring gear and stands before us in a pair of fades jeans, with his black hair pulled back. His bare chest heaving heavily as Evan breaths deep staring a hole in Adam Burke.)

Rick: Holy Hell, it's Evan Hurley! The man that Adam Burke took the International Title from! Folks we might be seeing some blood shed!

Eddie: Oh, sweet Jesus I hope so! Aw man, Evan's got a mic!

(Evan takes one last look at the crowd and slowly walks down the ring, talking as he goes. Adam stands ready for anything at mid ring.)

Hurley: Adam . . . cousin . . . we have more history than anyone in the Alliance. We have had bloody battles that rival any ever put on in any region. Between us we've held a pretty impressive list of titles. We held strong till the bitter end of the legendary HCWF, and each joined up here in the IWA.

(Adam calls for a mic. He speaks, breathing heavily.)

Burke: Get to the point.

(Evan reaches the ring and gets into the ring walking straight up to Adam and looking him straight in the eye. The two men are nose to nose . . . eye to eye.)

Hurley: The point Adam? You want me to . . . get to the . . . point? Well like I've been saying over the past few weeks we are a perfect match up . . . when we fight each other it's like poetry. But you see I've been thinking . . . you and I could use that very same principal to be one of the greatest teams of all time!

(Burke smiles slyly.)

Burke: So you and me . . . back together . . . all is forgotten type stuff?

Hurley: Pretty much.

Rick: Whoa! He's serious!

(Evan slowly extends his hand for the handshake. Adam eyes Evan over and begins to reach for Evans hand when the arena is suddenly covered in a blue light, as Sanitarium begins and Mike Barcode and Steve Riggs enter the arena.)

Eddie: I . . . what wait Evan and Adam . . . Riggs and Barcode . . . my brain is full can I be excused?

Rick: Folks this is IWA history in the making! What could Riggs and Barcode want . . . is Adam going to join EVAN???

(Barcode starts to sarcastically clap at the scene in ring. Then pulls out a mic.)

Barcode: Please Burke. You trust this bastard? I know Evan Hurley and the Evan Hurley I know would never truthfully offer friendship to someone who he has publicly proclaimed as his biggest enemy! Please Adam you're smarter than that.

(The IWA Tag Team Champs reach the ring and stand staring at Adam and Evan. At this point the crowd is going completely bonkers, there is no movement in ring.)

Eddie: Sweet god this is insane . . . what's going to happen!?!

Rick: I wish I knew!

(Evan and Adam turn to each other, smile, toss their mic's down and then . . . )

Rick: Evan and Adam are attacking the IWA Tag Champs TOGETHER!!!

Eddie: Does this mean what I think it means??

Rick: I THINK SO!

(Adam and Evan completely wipe the floor with Rigs and Barcode, as the Tag Champs scatter to ring side on their way up the ramp a figure emerges from the back stage area.)

Rick: ITS IWA CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMP SUPER SHOINK!!!

Eddie: And he has a freakin' 2 by 4!!!

(Shoink slowly sneaks up behind Barcode and Riggs and lifts the 2x4 over his head and NAILS Barcode in the back of the head sending his down the ramp, quickly followed by Riggs.)

Rick: Barcode and Riggs have been layed out by the Cruiserweight champ of the IWA!

(Shoink then makes his way into the ring where Adam and Evan are still standing.)

Rick: Are we witnessing the birth of a new group here in the IWA??

Eddie: Adam Burke . . . Super Shoink . . . and Evan Hurley!?!

Rick: This is insane!

(Shoink Burke and Evan all stare at each other, cold unrelenting, then in a moment we certainly did not expect. All three men smile and start shaking hands celebratin in ring. Evan suddenly stands on the turnbuckle to the left of him raising the EWWA Tag title over his head, Adam the one to the right lifting the IWA International and NWA Cruiserweight Titles over his head. Then Shoink stands between them on the rope lifting the IWA Cruiserweight Belt. The crowd is going insane at this point, each and every person is surprised beyond surprised.)

Rick: Ladies and gentlemen we have just seen HISTORY! Burke, Hurley, Shoink . . . WHAT A GROUP!

Rick: Fans, welcome back. We just saw what seems to be the creation of the newest faction in the IWA. Adam Burke, Evan Hurley, and Super Shoink together hold 4 NeWA title belts.

Eddie: Wow. That's a group not to mess with.

Rick: I think you're right. But, fans, it's main event time! Saunders pinned Darrel Besolve in a triple-threat match with Adam Knight last week to win this shot. And now, he gets that shot!

Eddie: WOOO!

# Word up son, word...

[The lights in the arena suddenly dim down to blackness. The fans 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.]

Rick: This is a HUGE opportunity for Matt Saunders. He's worked hard since he came into the IWA, becoming the first man to hold an IWA title in the new era.

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

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

[Boom.]

# Check it out now.

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

Eddie: First champ, eh? I don't believe it.

Rick: What. You don't remember him winning the Cruiserweight title on the first Rush?? It was a 6-man challenge.

Eddie: We have a Cruiserweight title?!

[Saunders is now at the ring. He bounces off the ropes, warming himself up.]

Rick: Yeah. You know the belt Super Shoink holds!

Eddie: Oh, Super Shoink! He's funny.

Rick: No money is worth this.

Eddie: Money? You're getting paid?

Rick: SO ARE YOU!!!

Eddie: Heh. Yeah.

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

Rick: And it's time for the Boog-man's entrance!

(Boog-man is the champion. For two months he's fought through everything Vincent has thrown at him. Still, he is the champion. And he's not about to lose it.)

Eddie: Wanna head to the local strip joint after the show?

Rick: I have a wife.

Eddie: So do I.

Rick: No you don't.

Eddie: Is that a yes?

Rick: (ignoring the goof) Listen to this ovation! The fans in Edmonton LOVE this guy!

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

DING!

DING!

DING!

Eddie: Wooo! Go Saunders

(Saunders pounds on Boog, taking him to his hands and knees. He drops an elbow on the lower back of Boog, taking him to his stomach. Saunders begins laying in boots, wearing out the champion. But Boog is able to fight hard back to his feet.)

Rick: Boog fights back up, blocking everything Saunders is throwing at him. Now, a Boog right rattles the challenger... and another! Boog launches Saunders in the ropes, following through with the charge. Saunders gets planted over the top rope!

Eddie: In the warzone!

Rick: I thought you told me not to call it that.

Eddie: No. I said don't call it the danger zone. You lame ass.

(Boog slides outside. He sets Saunders up for a suplex, but Saunders blocks. He lays it to Boog with a series of crisp European uppercuts. Then, he drops Boog with a snap suplex of his own. Now, Saunders goes for a chair.)

Rick: All legal on the outside! Boog wisely re-enters the ring.

Eddie: What a wuss.

(Saunders slides in the ring with the chair, but is quickly cut off by the ref.)

Rick: He wants use it in the ring! THAT, is illegal.

(Saunders gets in good arguement with the ref, distracting the challenger. Boog seizes the opportunity, and knees Saunders in the gut. A hiptoss sends Saunders across the ring. Saunders gets back to his feet as the ref kicks the chair back out. Boog launches Saunders in the corner. He charges afterwards, but Saunders propels himself overtop Boog. The champ turns around and receives a right hand to the jaw, before falling victim to a release belly-to-belly suplex.)

Eddie: Saunders is going up top!

Rick: Up middle, anyway. Off the second rope with a legdrop... he connects!

Eddie: WOO! And the cover!

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

Eddie: Awe.

(Saunders complains about a slow count to no avail. Boog returns to his feet. Saunders grabs him by the arm. He whips him in a circle before pulling him back in for a knee to the gut. Then, Saunders applies an abdominal stretch.)

Eddie: It's over! Right here! Ring the bell!

Rick: Eddie, it looks like Boog has a lot left in the tank.

(And he does. Boog manages to counter the hold into a hammerlock. He lifts Saunders up in the arm, hammerlock still applied. Boog holds him there.)

Rick: Look at the power displayed here! But forget about that! Saunders's arms about to rip the hell off!

(Boog drops Saunders to the mat. As the crowd cheers the previous move, Boog pulls him back up. He whips Saunders in the ropes and ducks down for the back-body. Saunders sees it, and kicks with all his might. But Boog moves out of the way and Saunders falls to the mat.)

Eddie: What the hell was that?

Rick: Beauty! Boog lured in the challenger with that!

(Saunders gets back to his feet only to get levelled with a stiff clothesline. Saunders scampers over to the ref, using him as a sheild.)

Eddie: Smart tactics from Saunders.

Rick: ILLEGAL tactics from Saunders.

Eddie: Who's to say what's legal and what's not?

Rick: Uh..the ref!

(Boog laughs at Showtimes cheap tactics. Then, out of nowhere, Saunders launches the ref into Boog's arms. Boog puts him aside, leaving him open to a dropkick from the challenger.)

Eddie: And there's strategy.

(Saunders grabs the legs of Boog, and applies a figure-four leglock.)

Rick: Uh oh! Boog is in trouble!

Eddie: Damn right! This is the move that Adam Knight won the World title from Outkast with.

Rick: It sure is! This move hurts!

(The crowd gets behind Boog, as he struggles through the pain. Boog tries for the ropes, but is nowhere close.)

Eddie: We have a new champion!

Rick: Not yet!

(Boog now tries to reverse the move. He gets Saunders halfway up, when Showtime punches him in the face, to take him down.)

Rick: And things are right back where they started.

(Boog tries again, and gets Showtime halfway again. Saunders tries for another punch to take Boog down, but the champ backs away from it. Then, he uses all his strength to reverse the hold to a huge crowd pop.)

Rick: He reversed it! Oh my, the tables have turned!

Eddie: NO!

(With the hold barely applied, Boog releases. Saunders and Boog get back to their feet, backs to each other. They both turn around at the same time, and are startled.)

Eddie: Ah!

(Saunders swings. It's ducked, and Boog plants him with a rock bottom to a crowd pop.)

Rick: Great move! Now, Boog's going top rope!

Eddie: Oh no. That stupid "Boog-sault" shit!

Rick: I believe so!

(Boog stares at the crowd briefly, ignitting a cheer from them. Then, he leaps backwards.)

Eddie: Saunders moves! YES!

Rick: Uh oh!

(Showtime drapes his arm over Boog's chest.)

ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . .
TWO . . . . . . . . . . . . .
KICKOUT!

Eddie: Oh! Damn it, Boog! STAY THE HELL STILL!

(Saunders and Boog return to their feet. Boog now swings with a right, but Saunders ducks it. Showtime rakes the face of Boog and whips him over the ropes to the outside.)

Rick: I think Saunders wants to weaken the champ with some perfectly legal weapons on the outside.

Eddie: That's the way to do things.

(Saunders rolls out of the ring. He lifts Boog over his shoulder and charges for the ringpost, driving Boog's shoulder into it with a fury.)

Eddie: Ouch.

(Saunders backs up, and drives him shoulder-first once again.)

Rick: Saunders isn't relenting at all!

(Again, Boog's shoulder greets the ringpost. This time, Saunders drops him to the floor. Now, Saunders grabs a chair.)

Eddie: Here we go!

(Boog climbs to his feet to see a chair being tossed at his face. Out of reflex, he catches it. Saunders spins around with a roudhouse, but Boog somehow ducks it. Then, he clanks the chair on the skull of his opponent.)

Eddie: Ah shit!

Rick: Now, Boog rolls Saunders back in the ring. I think he wants to end this!

(Boog in the ring, lifts Saunders to his feet. He whips him in the ropes and takes the challenger down with a Lou Thesz press. Boog holds him in a pin attempt.)

ONE!
TWO
no!

(Now, Boog pulls him back up, and whips Showtime into the turnbuckles. He charges but gets a face full of boot. Now, Saunders bangs Boog's head off the top turnbuckle several times, before sitting him on the top rope.)

Rick: Saunders is climbing up now! Are we gonna see a superplex?

(Boog fights Saunders off, but a rake to the face ends his efforts. Saunders tosses Boog's arm over his head for the superplex. But, Boog blocks it. He tosses Saunders to the mat. Boog climbs that last turnbuckle, turns around, and leaps back.)

Rick: BOOGSAULT! This time, he connects!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-KICKOUT!

Eddie: AH! That was TOO close! Jeez...

(Boog shakes his head, barely believing what he's seen. He grabs Saunders by the hair. But Showtime hits a low-blow that somehow avoids the ref's attention.)

Eddie: Well done. Well done.

Rick: You can't really screw that up, Eddie. It hurts just the same no matter how you do it.

(Boog stands, holding his groin. Saunders takes a running start and leaps towards the challenger. But Boog ducks it, and Saunders drops the ref.)

Eddie: Whoops! The ref just got taken out!

Rick: Whoops? I don't know about that!

Eddie: Are you suggesting that he did that on purpose?

Rick: I'm saying it's a possibility.

(Saunders grabs Boog, and DDTs him to the mat. Then, he looks over to the entranceway. He stares for a few seconds, then says "damn.")

Eddie: What's he doing?

Rick: I think he's expecting someone. I think he's expecting... Besolve!

Eddie: Hell, maybe he did lay out the ref on purpose. Way-to-go, Saunders! WOOO!

Rick: But there's no Darrel Besolve to be seen!

(Saunders grabs Boog by his hair, and tosses him in the corner. Boog stumbles out, but ducks a clothesline from Showtime. The World's Original turns around with a kick to the chest, knocking Saunders in the corner. Boog now climbs up, and lays in punches to the head of his opponent. The crowd counts along.)

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!

(A pause.)

Crowd: TEN!

(A crowd pop, as Boog drops to his feet. Saunders falls to the mat, and Boog goes back to the ref. He tries to revive him, shaking him a little. The ref begins to come to. Boog pulls him to his feet, and keeps him steady until he can stand by himself. Then, he turns around. . . )

Eddie: AGONY OF DEFEAT!!!

Rick: Oh my god! Saunders just dropped Boog with his Death Valley Driver finisher!

(Saunders quickly hooks the legs!)

Rick: NO! NOT LIKE THIS!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!!!

Eddie: What? WHAT???

Rick: Boog kicked out! Boog kicked the hell out!

(Saunders kicks the turnbuckles, frustrated by the events. He glances back at the entranceway, and sees nothing. Angered, he kicks the ropes again.)

Rick: Still no Besolve! I don't think he's coming! Saunders cost him the International title earlier.

Eddie: It was an accident, damn it!

(Saunders picks up Boog by his hair. He hoists him over his shoulders, going for another Agony of Defeat.)

Rick: A second Agony of Defeat will surely put Boog away.

(But Boog, out of nowhere, counters with a DDT.)

Eddie: Damn it!

Rick: What a counter! Now, Boog springboards off the ropes... ELBOW OF ANNIHILATION!!!

Eddie: NOO!

(The cover.)

1!

2!

3!

Rick: He got him! Boog-man retains!

Eddie: NO!

Rick: What a match! Boog-man pulls through!

Eddie: I HATE THE BOOG-MAN!

(The ref helps Boog to his feet. Boog stumbles around, before gaining his composure. He grabs his IWA title and holds it high in the air. The crowd is going berzerk.)

(Copyrights. IWA logo. The end.)