(Lights fade out. Simon Says by Drain STH blairs over the speakers. After a moment Simon Benson appears with his wife/manager Sarah at his side. He slowly strides down to the ring makeing the hand gesture of the championship belt around his waist. The pair get into the ring, Sarah takes Simon's jacket, and they exchange a kiss. The Music fades.)

Rick: Maybe the ref should check her purse.

Eddie: Nah! Completely unecessary.

Rick: Right.

("Song 2" by Blur rocks the arena. A nice pop, as Super Shoink emerges from the back. He proudly wears his IWA Cruiserweight Title, as he walks down to the ring.)

Rick: Shoink sliding into the ring, and Benson moves, but Shoink gets a hold of him, and whips Benson! This thing is on the way!

DING DING DING

(Shoink with a dropkick, but Benson ducks, grabs Super S, and tosses him out of the ring! Shoink gathering himself outside now, as Benson smugly walks around the ring.)

Eddie: I hope Shoink gets hit with a piece of metal this time. Wuss.

Rick: Got to love the impartiality there. Back inside, Shoink is bringing it to Simon Benson, Snap Suplex! Cover! 1....2....kickout!

Eddie: Both men are up, Benson hooks his arm around the neck, running up the turnbuckles...Acid Drop! Wooo.

Rick: 1...2...kickout by the champ.

(Benson looks for a suplex, but Shoink wiggles out, and hits a dropkick to the back of Simon Benson. The champion picks up Benson by the hair, and tosses him into the corner, followed by heavy chops on Benson's chest.)

Rick: Oof, listen to those chops Eddie! Shoink letting up, as Benson falls, worn out from the chops. Benson grabbed Shoink by the leg on the way down, roll-up! 1...quick, QUICK, kickout by Super Shoink!

Eddie: These guys working at a super pace, gotta love the cruiserweight division, I tell ya.

Rick: Shoink with a quick DDT, heading up top, crouched, waiting for Benson to gather himself. Missile Dropkick! Shoink stomping away at Simon Benson, wearing him down. Shoink attempting to put on the Shoink Side Stretch, but Benson escapes. Looks like Shoink might have stretched something wrong himself, he's down on the mat.

Eddie: Hurt doing his own move. Yeesh.

(As Shoink lays on the ground, Benson claps his hands together, and moves one in towards Super Shoink.)

Rick: Oh My GOD! Benson...Benson seemed to know a lot about this type of thing...Sarah suggested it herself...my God, I thought he was joking.

Eddie: I never knew a cavity search was a wrestling move.

Rick: It'd take me down. You too.

Eddie: Sick freak. I don't like Shoink...but my God...that boy ain't right.

(Benson gets closer, until Shoink rolls away. He stands, and bounces off the ropes, planting Simon Benson with a bulldog. Shoink jumps onto the turnbuckle, and nails a Diving Leg Drop onto Benson's neck.)

Rick: He covers! 1....2....kick out by Simon Benson!

Eddie: My God, what's the world coming too Rick? A search? A Freaking search? Benson...he needs to be suspended. Fired even. I'm scared for the future of this sport. I'm so cold Rick...so very cold...

Rick: ....

Eddie: So very...very cold...

(As Shoink and Benson clash in the ring, Sarah gets up on the apron. The ref attempts to make her leave.)

Rick: I sense a screw job perhaps...

Eddie: ...

Rick: Shoink with a huge Superplex onto Benson, now the cover! No Ref! Shoink now confronting Sarah. But Simon Benson is backup. Shoink doesn't seem to realize it....Benson holds back Super Shoink while Sarah slaps Shoink! That is no way to treat a champion, or any opponent for that matter.

Eddie: Right, right, yeah...right..yup..oh God...the horror...

(Eddie falls over weeping, as Shoink pushes Sarah off the apron. Elbows to the torso of Benson, and Shoink powers out, and he whips Benson off the ring ropes. Shoink jumps over him, as Benson comes running back at him.)

Rick: Benson coming full throttle, woooooah! Shoink just lifted up Simon Benson, using his own momentum, and threw him straight outta the ring...and onto Sarah!

(Shoink leans over the ring ropes, and yells at Benson. He backs up, and launches with a huge suicide dive onto the both of them!)

Rick: Shoink taking out Benson, and most likely Sarah too! The ref outside the ring checking on everyone, not sure whether to end the match apparently. Shoink is starting to stir, as is Benson. Sarah still looks pretty out of it. Shoink lifting Benson up, and rolling him not into the ring....but onto our announcer's table! Eddie, if you can hear me...you might wanna move.

(Rick moves to the side, and Eddie crawls out of the way. Both men lock up on top of the table, but Shoink gains the advantage.)

Eddie: Aw, not our table.

Rick: Shoink lifting Benson up for a quick suplex, oh! But he drops him on his head instead!! THE TABLE HAS COLLAPSED, WITH SHOINK AND BENSON LAYING IN A PILE OF RUBBLE!

Eddie: That freaking assnut is out of it, Thank God.

Rick: You just know how to ruin a good call don't you?

Eddie: ....I try.

(Shoink jumps back into the ring, and waits, while the ref is continuing his count.)

FOUR
FIVE
SIX

(Benson finally starts to move, as Sarah helps him up. She moves him to the apron, and rolls him in. Shoink covers.)

Rick: 1.....2.....3!!! NO NO NO! The ref's saying Benson got the shoulder up IN TIME. Shoink looks kinda confused.

Eddie: I really don't know who to root for here. I mean, Shoink's a moron yes.....but Benson did that thing....I'm confused too.

Rick: We're supposed to be impartial.

Eddie: Eh.

Rick: Sarah's back on the apron again now, and we're right back where we were...

(Shoink again yells at Sarah as Benson sneaks up behind him.)

Rick: Sarah has that damn purse again, and she swings! She swings that loaded purse....

Eddie: ...and hits Simon! SHOINK DUCKED! Shoink pushes her off the apron for what seems like the millionith time, and here we go!

Rick: Shoink Side Stretch! Benson's tapping! It's OVER!

Eddie: Well, it was a lose-lose situation, I guess, so I can't be upset. Right? Maybe if they killed each other.

Rick: You're lucky Vincent likes you, because you're the worst color commentator in the biz.

Eddie: That's only half true.

(As Benson rolls to the floor to be tended to by Sarah, the crowd begins to boo.)

Rick: We're got company!

(It's Steve Riggs. And he's running to the ring, fast. He slides in, where Super Shoink is barely standing after his battle.)

Eddie: This'll be good.

(Shoink turns around and is clotheslined by the powerful Riggs.)

Eddie: Told ya.

Rick: Riggs is kicking the hell outta the Cruiserweight champ!

(Riggs grabs Shoink by the hair and drags him to his feet. Riggs pushes his head between his legs, and then double underhooks the arms of the champ. Riggs then lifts Shoink into the air, and drives him down with a Tiger Driver.)

Eddie: WOO!

(Riggs calls for a mic and his orders are quickly obeyed.)

Riggs: I gave you all fair warning that this would happen. Yet you did not listen. I was the man that belonged out here battling my friend, and yet I was denied. You people forced me to show these men the Joys of Insanity. You forced me to bring my dear friend pain once more.

Rick: How can he call Super Shoink his dear friend? This is madness.

Riggs: I am not responsible for this. I merely do what must be done. I shall get what I am owed, or things like this shall happen. Screw any part of the Hardcore Contingent again, and things like this shall happen.

(Riggs throws the mic down as the crowd pops.)

Rick: EVAN HURLEY!

Eddie: And he's got a chair!

(Hurley sprints down and slides in the ring. Riggs wisely exits and high-tails it to the back. Hurley screams from afar, before tending to Super Shoink.)

Rick: It looks like Steve Riggs wasn't too happy about last week's attack by Super Shoink.

Eddie: It's a good thing Riggs got a little revenge, because the IWA is no place for the brutality Super Shoink dished out last week.

Rick: You're a bad liar.

Eddie: Does it show that much?

Rick: It does.

Eddie: Well, at least Shoink got hurt. And Evan will be. Heh.

Rick: Evan Hurley has a match against Jeckel coming up next. We're gonna see what these two have, that's for sure.

[The fans begin to cheer as we see the IWA Extreme Champion "The Natural" Mike Bell entering the arena on the tron. We cut backstage. Bell has his hair pulled back into a pony tail and has the IWA Extreme Title over his shoulder. He is wearing a black and white DWA t-shirt that has the logo of the NeWA World Hardcore Title on it with the words "Please save me" underneath it. He is then stopped by Marc Davis.]

Davis: Mike, real quickly if I may

[Mike Bell stops]

Davis: Tonight it is going to be you and Chris Mann for the IWA Extreme Title. Any thoughts?

[Bell brings his hand to his chin]

Bell: Yes Marc, I have a lot of thoughts on this match tonight. Such as, how in the hell could I have let my foolish pride get me into a situation like this. I should have been the first one to welcome my friend into the IWA with open arms. But instead, here we are just mere moments away from getting it on in the ring and for what?

[Before Marc has a chance to answer]

Bell: Because Chris had an opinion that I disagreed with? Is that really worth getting into that ring tonight and taking a chance on ending someone's career?

Davis: Well is it?

Bell: Your damn right it is Marc....

[Marc Davis looks stunned]

Bell: All my life I have wanted to become a professional wrestler. From the very first time that my grandfather took me to the Municiple Auditorium in Shreveport, Louisiana...I have wanted to be a wrestler. I have lived my entire life to walk into that very ring tonight as a champion and to defend whatever belt that I had to the best of my ability. Well, the belt that I defend tonight is none other than the IWA Extreme Title and the man that I am defending it against just so happens to be one of the best ever in the Hardcore Division. So, I know that I have my work cut out for me...but friend or no friend...

[Mike Bell looks into the camera]

Bell: I am going to make Chris Mann understand what it is that makes me tick. I am going to make him understand that I am in the Hardcore Division now until I see fit to walk away from it. Triston is 3 years old and doesn't understand...Haley might be a little older but she understands that daddy is doing what he enjoys doing and nothing short of death is going to make me stop before I am ready

[He then looks back at Marc Davis]

Bell: Do you think that Chris Mann is ready to kill me Marc?

Davis: I....uhh.....I don't know Mike

Bell: Well, that is what it is going to take. Chris is going to have to flat out kill me if he wants me to leave the hardcore division. He is going to have to be the one to explain it to my kids why he killed their daddy.

[He then faces back towards the camera for the last time]

Bell: That's right Chris. You are going to have to be the one to explain it to Haley why her daddy will no longer be with her. You will have to explain to the very little girl who worships the ground that you walk on why her daddy is no longer living on this earth because Chris.....

[pause]

Bell: That is what it is going to take. You are flat out going to have to kill me to stop me Chris. Because that is the only way on this God's green earth that you will ever take this away from me.

[He taps on the championship belt]

Bell: Prepare for the fight of your life Chris. Yes, you beat me back in 1999 in a hardcore tournament...but, that was then and this is now. I will guarantee you that I won't be so easy to beat this time around. I can promise you that....

[He looks at Marc Davis]

Bell: You see Marc, Chris Mann and I have always been like brothers because we understand each other. We both know why the other is here tonight and it is killing us both to know that it is going to take something like this to settle this little in-difference between us. You see Marc, Chris Mann and I have a huge history together. He and I have ruled the roost everywhere that we have ever gone together, and right here in the IWA won't be any different. Chris Mann wants to save my kids from watching the horrors of seeing their daddy beaten up on a nightly basis like he had to do as a child...and I want to show him that they won't have to worry about it. My kids could see me die in the ring tonight or they could see me die in an auto accident...

[Marc Davis gets a confused look on his face]

Bell: Either way, the result would be the same....however, if I die in a wrestling ring then I will die doing what I love doing the most.

[He looks at the camera]

Bell: I don't fully expect you to understand right now Chris. But maybe, hopefully you will after tonight...I hope so because I would hate to know that the pain, the misery, and the bloodshed that will be spilled tonight went for not....

[With that Mike Bell walks away and the scene fades]

Rick: Ahoy hoy! Welcome back to Rush. You know, Eddie, tonight is gonna be huge. And it's already been a great show.

Eddie: BELL AND MANN FOR THE EXTREME TITLE!!!

Rick: Exactly. I can't size this up, Eddie. You are going to drool numerous times.

Eddie: I can't wait!

Rick: Also, Mike Barcode challenges Adam Burke for the International title.

Eddie: Go Barcode! What a good name. Mike Barcode. Wow. He's a genious.

Rick: Then of course, we have the Boog-man, set to defend his title against a mystery opponent.

Eddie: Tell me now who it is! Tell me now!

Rick: I don't know who it is, Eddie. It's a MYSTERY.

Eddie: Shut up. You know! I know you know! And YOU know I know you know!

Rick: I really don't, Eddie. I'm not sure anyone knows but the guys runnin' the show.

Eddie: Aw.

Rick: But what I DO know, is that next up, Evan Hurley, former IWA International champ, will meet the man who has been on a tear... Jeckel!

Eddie: This WILL be good.

BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

(Pyro explodes on the entrance way, thick gray smoke follows filling the ramp way. Stick it up by Slaves on Dope explodes through the arena PA system.)

#I CANNOT DESCRIBE

#EVERYTHING THAT'S PASSED MY EYES

#STILL I CRITICIZE

#AND TRY TO ACT WISE

#WHEN I'M WITH YOU

#ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE

#YOU GOT SENT TO ME

(Through the thick smoke from the pyro we see the silhouette of a stocky powerfully built figure and a slender womanly figure begin to emerge.)

#IN A BOX OF NEGATIVITY

#YOU'RE THE REASON I'M HERE TODAY

#AND I CAN SAFELY SAY

#I WOULDN'T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY

#DON'T YOU LIE TO ME YOU COKE SNIFFING SLUT

#I KNOW YOU HATE MY GUTS

(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 and his manager Amy Keenan emerge from the entranceway. With the gold belt grasped tightly his hand Evan and Amy make their way to the ring. Evan enters the ring, and waits on top of one of the turnbuckles.)

("Sweet Dreams," by Marylin Manson hits, and Jeckel makes his way to the ring. He stops at the top of the ramp, glares at the crowd, makes his way down to ringside, and rolls in.)

*Ring ding ling ting ling a ring a ding Blue moooooooooon.*

(Hurley launches off the turnbuckle, with a flying crossbody, but Jeckel just reels back, and hits him with a hard left in the stomach, sending Hurley down into the mat.)

Eddie: Wowsers.

Rick: Jeckel lifting Hurley up, giving him some elbows to the head, as he whips Evan off the ropes.

(Evan comes back at Jeckel, but slides under him, and dropkicks his back, taking him to the mat. Evan tries for an ankle lock, and manages to secure it on Jeckel.)

Rick: Evan Hurley is smart. He's keeping the man down on the mat, where Jeckel might just succumb to Evan.

Eddie: Oof, Jeckel to the ropes, as Hurley breaks the hold and both men are back to their feet.

Rick: DDT by Evan Hurley, as he tries to keep Jeckel grounded, and locks in another submission, a variation of the crossface apparently.

Eddie: LENNOX NEEDS TO SUE!

Rick: What?

Eddie: It's....a crossface. Lennox has the cajun thing...y'know...

Rick: *sigh*

(Jeckel again manuevers himself to the ropes, and pushes Evan out of his way. Hurley and Jeckel lock up, and Jeckel knees Evan in the groin, pushing him down.)

Eddie: Heh, heh heh. Crossface stealer.

Rick: *Sigh.* Anyway....Hurley's down this time, but he's using the ropes to pull himself to his feet after quite the vicious shot by Jeckel...

(Evan dodges his opponent, and runs behind Jeckel, attempting to bulldog him. Jeckel manages to turn around, and kicks Evan hard in the gut.)

Rick: Jeckel back with the upper hand here. Jeckel is dismantling Evan Hurley. T-Bone Suplex! Oh man!

Eddie: I think Hurley's dead. Yep. Definitely, definitely dead.

Rick: Jeckel is taking Evan to the cleaners here; I haven't seen a match like this in years!

Eddie: Evan better make a huge come back here or he's going to be taken to the cleaners by Jeckel . . . I mean there is no stopping this guy . . . he's the new Venom . . . the new Diablo . . . the new GUY!

Rick: What . . . Jesus what ever, back to the match.

(Evan is down on the mat, Jeckel atop him synching in a tight variation of the Rings of Saturn submission hold. Evan screams out in pain when Jeckel rears back putting tremendous pressure on Evan's shoulders.)

Rick: Wow, Evan really needs to get out of this and fast!

(Evan some how with all his might pulls an arm free and reaches up grabbing a fist full of Jeckel's hair whipping him over and down onto the mat. Evan now maneuvers himself into a point where he has Jeckel in a hard submission hold, hitting Jeckel with another ankle lock. Jeckel claws at the mat trying desperately to get to the rope.)

Eddie: Evan got the best of Jeckel!

Rick: Evan is probably one of the most constant competitors in the IWA today.

Eddie. He is turning out to be a great talent. A great talent, but good GOD, he just can't keep a submission going for the life of him.

Rick: What my partner means of course, is Jeckel is back to the ropes, and Hurley is forced to break the hold.

(Evan lifts Jeckel to his feet, and both men in engage in an all out slug-fest.)

Rick: Lefts! Rights! Lefts Rights! These men decided screw the wrestling, we're gonna beat the hell out of each other!

Eddie: Good plan to me.

(Jeckel hits Hurley with a right, knees him in the stomach, and underhooks his arms, he's turned around...GATES OF HELL!)

Rick: EVAN HURLEY JUST GOT A TICKET TO HELL!

Eddie: Woah!

ONE

TWO

THREE

Rick: Evan Hurley was just pinned to the mat! He did NOT give up, he did NOT rest...

Eddie: He did NOT win, ha ha ha.

Rick: *Sigh.*

(Jeckel glares at the crowd in the arena, and flashes a grin. He starts stomping on Evan Hurley, Hurley still down.)

Rick: That's just not right!

(Jeckel continues to stomp on Hurley, when out of nowhere, Super Shoink runs into the ring, but Jeckel hits him with a sucker punch to the nose, and tosses him out of the ring. He resumes stomping on Evan.)

Eddie: Man, he's violent as hell. At least he beat on Shoink, ha ha. Moron.

Rick: Evan's back up, back fired, and now he's in for a world of hurt. He-WAIT! IT'S ADAM BURKE! Evan's cousin is here, and he brought a chair!

(Jeckel stops beating on Hurley, and exits the ring. Burke helps Evan up, and out of the ring, as they gather Shoink.)

[The lights in the arena fade to black, and the fans launch into an uproar. Thankfully they are not loud enough to drown out the low piano playing in the background. As it plays, if you look closely enough you can see the smoke filling the stage. Like the calm before the storm]

[And then...the storm]

BOOM!!!

[The ringside area is lit up suddenly in an explosion of blue fire.]

Eddie: Whoa!

Rick: What a way to come back from commercials.

[The lights soon return on, albeit only to allow the stage to be illuminated. Flashes of blue and white lights can be seen on the stage, the smoke hiding the entranceway from view. And yes, oh yes there is music. Loud, hard, Ozzy Osbourne type music!]

#I�m not the kind of person
#you think I am
#Im not the antichrist or,
#The Ironman...

#I have a vision that I
#Just cant control
#I feel Ive lost my spirit
#And sold my soul

#Got no control

Announcer: Ladies and Gentleman, weighing in at 283lbs from Queens New York, the NWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...The Revolution...ADAM KNIGHT!

Eddie: We have a ring announcer?

Rick: Yeah. He's usually sleeping, though.

[The lyrics pause for a moment as the smoke begins to clear, the guitar break taking over for the time being. And then, the Revolution is there]

#I try to entertain you
#The best I can
#I wish I�d started walking
#Before I ran

[And the people rejoice, as Adam Knight can be seen quite clearly now. He�s dressed as he would be for any fight, though this is without a doubt the most important match of his life. Dark blue jeans, a sleeveless black shirt, and the trademark black leather longcoat. His breaths are slow and heavy, his eyes lit with the fire of his heart. The NWA World Heavyweight title belt can be seen strapped tightly around his waist]

#but I still love the feeling
#I get from you
#I hope you never stop cause
#It gets me Through...

#It gets me through...

[The champion begins slowly walking down the aisle. Though Knight�s intensity is unwavering, he does shake hands with a good number of the fans along the way. Because hey, they got him here].

#The feelings that I hide behind...
#Sometimes reality�s unkind
#The nightmares start for me at night...
#I thank the lord...
#for lonely nights

[Knight reaches the ring then, casting his eyes at his challenger and tossing him a venomous look in his eyes as he steps over the top rope. His eyes are unwavering as he approaches him, then walks past him to the opposite ring corner, climbing up to the second rope. Knight undoes his title belt, and raises the NWA's top gold high to the capacity crowd.]

Rick: BC loves Adam Knight!

Eddie: Idiots. All of 'em.

#I�m not the kind of person
#you think I am
#I�m not the antichrist or
#the Ironman

#but I still love the feeling
#I get from you
#I hope you never stop cause
#It gets me Through...

[Knight climbs down from the turnbuckle, and motions his hand across his throat, signalling for the music to be cut, and grabs a mic from an attendant at ringside.]

[And no, he DOES NOT look happy]

Knight: I know I tried to do this last week, but you know what, this shit aint me.

Eddie: Does that mean he's going to leave?

Rick: Shut up!

Knight: No disrespect to the fans, but I'm not a fucking entertainer. I got into this business for one reason, I know how to fucking hurt people. Ever since then, all the bullshit's kept clawing away at me, all the interviews, all the promotions, all the FUCKING BULLSHIT of this sport.

Knight: And yes Darrel, I'm talking to you you fucking son of a bitch.

[Crowd pops like WHOAH]

Knight: Rich little punk like you, if I had seen you on the street you'd have probably been dead already. But all the bullshit of this sport has taken it's toll on me I suppose, and I've kept playing the game according to their rules. NO FUCKING MORE.

[Knight glares out to the stage, almost ready to explode in the ring, the weeks of fury exploding out of the NWA Champion]

Knight: So now Darrel, you get your fucking ass down here, and we settle this like men. No more Vincent, no more Boog, no more Saunders, Jeckel, Diablo, Blade and all the other little pissants you've got who want to take a shot at me. Just ME and YOU! I'm gonna fucking kill you, I'm gonna fucking cook you, and then I'm gonna fucking eat you!!

[The crowd roars again, but still nothing at the entrance]

Eddie: Swearing is fun.

Knight: CMON DARREL! YOU WANT THIS BELT?? COME AND GET IT!

# I am Ironman....

[And a smirk on Knight's face as Ironman by Black Sabbath begins to play.]

Eddie: Finally, Besolve will shut him up.

[The Future appears from the backstage area the pillar of perfection. Already geared up in his wrestling tights, Darrel lifts a microphone to his lips at the top of the entrance ramp.]

Besolve: Now, now, Adam, calm down�you don�t want to get hurt.

[Darrel saunters toward the ring.]

Knight: Get hurt?

[Adam laughs]

Rick: This is going to get bad.

Besolve: You want to talk to me about the streets, you piece of trash? Don�t forget that I am richer than you could ever imagine, you punk, but I wasn�t born this way. I earned it all, Adam, every bit of it.

[Darrel stopped at the ring steps. He glares at Adam during the downtime. Climbing into the ring, he again pauses in the corner, still staring at Adam. Adam cracks his knuckles.]

Besolve: Honestly, kid, who do you think you�re fucking with? You�re not even good enough for me; I will make you my dog�s bitch.

[Darrel charges, but Knight is more than ready.]

Rick: Knight ducks�

Eddie: PI-YOW!!!

Rick: BESOLVE GOT DROPPED WITH A RUSSIAN SICKLE!

[The clothesline variant left the Boy Wonder gasping for air. He holds his throat, kicking his feet in pain; much to the delight of the fans.]

Rick: The fans are eating this up.

Eddie: I can�t understand why, it�s not like Knight�s Canadian.

[Adam begins kicking Darrel in the chest and then puts his boot right on Darrel�s throat. So close to the corner, Knight pushes Besolve nearly out of the ring with the pressure.]

Eddie: That�s illegal.

Rick: There is no referee. This is no match. Nothing is illegal.

Eddie: Ok, I will be sure to remember that.

[Knight lowers himself and begins punching Darrel square in the face. It takes only a few punches to wake Darrel, who begins struggling for freedom. Restrained by Knight, who continues to rain in punches, Darrel swings his tree trunk leg at Knight.]

Rick: HEY! That was right on the skull.

Eddie: Adam never saw that one coming.

Rick: That is the thing about things that are behind you�you can�t see them.

Eddie: I hate you.

[Another kick sets Darrel free, allowing him to twist Knight. Adam is now on his back, receiving a solid beating. The former golden gloves champion shoots out his fist with amazing accuracy. Little openings become the Grand Canyon when presented to Besolve.]

Rick: It�s Darrel Besolve. It�s Adam Knight. Again and again, we have seen these two go at it. When will it end?

[Having gained the upper hand, Darrel throws in a final shot for good measure, rocking the NeWA World Heavyweight Champion.]

Eddie: Hopefully never, this has been one of the greatest match ups around for quite some time. Besolve carries Knight.

Rick: Mark.

Eddie: Name is, Eddie, actually. All these years together, seems like you�d know my name.

Rick: Ugh.

[Darrel lifts Adam, tossing him into the far side ropes. 278 pounds go into motion, all rushing behind a clothesline.]

Eddie: Besolve will take his head off!

Rick: NOT TODAY!

[Adam ducks and shoots a kick to the mid section. Darrel doubles over and Adam steps in�]

Rick: He�s set up. It�s Knightfall time.

[The crowd explodes into a chorus of boos.]

Eddie: Finally, the fans are booing Adam Knight.

Rick: What are you talking about, nitwit? Don�t you see Teddy Valentine?

Eddie: Where?

[Sure enough, Teddy is racing to the ring with a black baseball bat in hand. Knight doesn�t see him, concentrating on the move.]

Eddie: KNIGHTFALL! KNIGHTFALL ON BESOLVE!!!!!!!

Rick: WATCH OUT!

[Teddy springs into the ring with all the ferocity of an angry kitten. The smithers-esque assistant stops short as Knight sees him out of the corner of his eye.]

Rick: YES! YES! GET HIM!

Eddie: NO! THIS IS AWFUL!

[Trying to think quickly, Teddy tosses the bat in a lob, over Adam and toward Darrel.]

Rick: The champ�s got ups!

[Sure enough, the champ has just that; springing up and intercepting the bat. Before Teddy can react, Adam turns and lowers a shot across Darrel�s spine. The Future was rocked from the Knightfall, now he is down right hurt. Adam doesn�t relent, raining in another heave of the bat.]

Rick: The fans are going nuts.

[Teddy Valentine again becomes a factor, jumping on Knight�s back. Causing little more than a distraction atop the broad back of the champion, he claws girlishly at Knight�s face.]

Eddie: What incredible technical wrestling from Teddy Valentine! He goes to the eyes like no one else in the business.

Rick: He is going to regret this.

[Regret begins immediately, as Adam grabs Teddy by the suit jacket; tossing him over his shoulder and to the ground.]

Eddie: Teddy is willing to sacrifice himself for the team, look at Darrel.

[Besolve is stirring, but only a little. Knight knee bashes the small assistant before setting him up�]

Rick: This will be two in one week for Valentine.

Eddie: PLEASE NO!

[Not one to grant requests, Knight hoists Teddy up.]

Rick: KNIGHTFALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The champ is creating havoc in the ring! Mass carnage.

Eddie: Who is it this time?

[Alexis Besolve sprints down to the ring. The Angelic Beauty is wearing a long, white dress, which flows behind her in stride.]

Rick: What is she doing here?

Eddie: Who cares, her husband is up and he has the bat!

[Darrel is back on his feet, standing behind Adam. Alexis is near the ring. Knight has dropped valentine near the ropes and is putting the boots to him. After the assistant hits the mat behind him, the crouched tiger strikes�]

Eddie: HE DUCKED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Darrel swung for the fences as Knight ducked, smashing into his wife�s skull.]

Rick: (Low voice) oh my god�

[Besolve stands mortified for a moment, soaking in what has happened. His wife lay prone on the padded concrete, unconscious by his hand. Knight hasn�t seen what happened and collides with Besolve.]

Eddie: How can you spear a man at a time like this?

Rick: He didn�t see. God help him, he didn�t see. Get someone from the back. QUICK!

[Knight straddles Besolve, unleashing a terrible serious of blows to his face. The Future is kicking and struggling like a madman.]

Eddie: This is serious. Get the trainer out here and tell Adam what has happened.

[Help comes flooding out of the backstage area. EMTS, backstage attendants, and IWA personnel are coming to the scene. Oblivious to this, Adam pounds away at Darrel. He lifts Darrel, his own back to the carnage waiting behind him.]

Eddie: NO!

Rick: COME ON! SOMEONE GET IN THERE!!!!!!!!

[Another Knightfall, this one rendering Mr. Besolve into the same situation as his wife. A trainer hops into the ring, trying to get the champ�s attention.]

Rick: Thank god.

[Immediately, Adam turns his back, looking out at Alexis. He jumps out of the ring, eyeing the people tending to her. Real, pure, terror washes over his face. We see him mouth the words �is she ok� as the station cuts to a commercial.]

[We return back, and head to the loading area, where Alexis Besolve is on a stretcher by an ambulance. Darrel Besolve stands in horror over his wife's unconscious body.]

Rick: Fans, we're back.

Eddie: Alexis is really hurt.

Rick: Darrel is a very strong man. And that was a knock out blow...even if it would have hit Knight - a trained figther. But Alexis... this is just bad.

Eddie: It's horrible. Horrible to see that great man suffer.

Rick: That great man? Forget about Darrel! Think about poor, innocent Alexis!

[As Alexis is beginning to be loaded onto the stretcher, Matt "Showtime" Saunders walks into the shot.]

Eddie: What's Matt Saunders doing?

Rick: For support hopefully. But, that might be asking too much from this arrogant SOB.

[Saunders pats Besolve on the back. Besolve turns around suddenly.]

Besolve: What the hell do you want?

Saunders: Hey man. I'm just here to comfort you in your time of need. Besides, what are friends for?

[Saunders smiles a smile that is not fitting at all in this situation.]

Besolve: You're no friend of mine.

[Besolve turns away to her wife, who is more important.]

Saunders: C'mon, Darrel. Think positively.

[Besolve ignores Showtime. Saunders then brings himself an inch away from Darrel's ear.]

Saunders: On the bright side, think of how easy she'll be if she has brain damage.

Rick: Uh oh.

[As Saunders begins to chuckle to himself, Darrel is clearly engulfed in rage. He turns around, and clocks Matt, knocking him down.]

Eddie: And here we go!

Rick: Darrel is going after Saunders like nuts! Look at this! Shot after shot after shot after goddamn shot!

[Besolve is screaming as he lays in lefts and rights. The security and officials nearby try to pry Darrel off of Saunders, but are unsuccessful.]

Rick: Saunders deserves this ass-kicking!

Eddie: He sure as hell does.

[Finally, Darrel is pulled off, only because he allowed it to happen. Breathing heavily, Darrel backs into the ambulance, where his wife lies.]

Eddie: It was kinda funny, though. Just a little.

Rick: You frickin' careless bastard!

Eddie: What? C'mon... just a little funny!

[The ambulance takes off, sirens a wailin'. We get a shot of Saunders, pulling himself back up.]

Rick: Saunders took a lot of hard shots. And it shows. He's barely standing.

Eddie: Besolve and Saunders really must hate each other. Vincent tried desperately to get these two to work as a team. It's not working, clearly.

Rick: Clearly.

[The scene switches. We are in Burke�s plush locker room, it�s large with a TV, wet bar, leather sofa�s and a buffet. Adam sits on the couch watching the TV, already dressed and ready to go for his title defense. Brandy walks over to Adam as an announcement is made by a page knocking on Adam�s door.]

Page: Match is up next Mr. Burke.

Brandy: Okay, what is this strategy you were telling me about, is this why you were gone all day Saturday?

Burke: Yes, the only way I can beat Barcode is to let out my full rage, to an animal.

Brandy: You�re afraid of crickets Adam.

Burke: I know that�s the problem, so I asked a guy in a Denny�s what would unleash my rage, he suggested I screw myself, so I tried asking the waitress�

(Brandy motions with her hand to hurry up the story.)

Burke: Okay, anyway I�m at the UT Psychological department, and they run all these painful and humiliating tests, and they came up with this.

(Adam holds out a piece of paper and a sock puppet.)

Burke: Just read those rejections, and when the match is over use the sock puppet to calm me down.

Brandy: This is ridiculous Adam�

Burke: Please Brandy, I can�t let Barcode beat me, Evan will make fun of me!

Brandy: Make fun of him back! He just lost to that Jeckel guy.

Burke: Yeah, but it's Mike Barcode! Evan has ties with him you know.

Brandy: Okay, let me see� (reading from page) Adam you�re just too nice a guy�Adam I don�t want to ruin our friendship...

(Adam stands up and starts to get angrier and angrier as his muscles noticeably tighten.)

Brandy: �Adam I love you but I�m not in love with you�Adam I�m a lesbian now, thanks a lot�

(Adam finally goes over the deep end and in a murderous rage smashes the door off its hinges and runs screaming towards the ring.)

Brandy: Adam wait! You forgot to take your Flintstones Vitamins!

Rick: Welcome back to Rush!

Eddie: You say that after every freakin' time. Try to freshen things up every now and then.

Rick: And what do you suggest?

Eddie: I don't know. Something like... Viva la grande wrestle-ana...

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

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

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

[The lights flicker.]

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

[The lights flicker faster. Bright. Dark. Brighter. Dark. Even Brighter. Dark. Then an explosion rocks the arena as the lights slowly grow brighter. Mike Barcode walks out, and stops at the top of the ramp. IWA Tag Team title over his right shoulder, hair combed back, smirk on his face, as he walks to the ring.]

#So listen up 'cause you can't say nothin' /You'll shut me down with a push of your button? /But I'm out and I'm gone /I'll tell you now I keep it on and on

Eddie: One half of the Hardcore Contingent and the tag team champions, Barcode is ready for this!

Rick: Oh my god! Look at this!

[Suddenly, a madman comes running down the aisle, screaming loudly.]

Rick: It's Adam Burke!

[Barcode hears the screaming and turns around.]

[WHAM!]

Rick: Burke just speared Barcode to HELL! And now he's wailing on Riggs. Furiously!

Eddie: It was the rejections, wasn't it?

Rick: Whatever works!

[As his manager Brandy comes jogging down with a sock puppet, Burke pulls Barcode to ringside. He tries to smash his head off the guardrail. But Barcode blocks it. He starts hitting Burke with rights. The Tiger shakes off every shot. Then, he screams and knocks Barcode down with a right hand.]

Rick: Burke has turned into a psycho!

Eddie: He's a ravaging maniac! Only the sock puppet can save Barcode now.

[Burke scoops Barcode up, and drives him back first into the guardrail. He lathers and repeats. Then, Barcode is powerslammed on the mat. Burke is far from done. The crazy man violently pulls Barcode up. The challenger blocks a Burke right hand. He gets in a low blow.]

Eddie: That'll stop him.

[Burke holds his groin as Barcode clocks him with a series of rights. But they are ineffective.]

Rick: Each shot seems to give Burke more energy.

Eddie: Yeah. Like some sort of... punch...to energy...converter.

[Finally Burke lunges at the challenger and tackles him to the mat. He starts clawing at Barcode's face. Barcode tries desperately to cover up. But soon finds himself a bloody mess.]

Eddie: This match hasn't even officially started yet!

[Burke takes Barcode up. He stands him on the apron. Burke stuff's Barcode's head between his legs and lifts him in the air.]

Rick: Oh my...

[With a scream, Burke powerbomb's him to the floor.]

Eddie: AH!

Rick: Holy hell! Barcode is down! I repeat... Barcode is down!

[The crowd is discharging a lot of strange cheer-type noises, as Burke begins running around the ring, screaming like an insane man on speed.]

Rick: Look at Burke! He's now BITING the ring apron.

Eddie: Mmm... cloth.

[Brandy comes in and tries to guide Burke back to Barcode, but The Tiger nearly bites off her hand. She wisely walks away. Adam begins fumbling around under the ring.]

Eddie: Here comes the fun stuff!

[Burke pulls out a chair wrapped in barbwire. He slobbers a little bit, and starts a run back around the ring to Barcode. But, Mike has made it back up and is running away.]

Eddie: The hunt is on.

[Around and around they go. Barcode looks over his shoulder constantly, trying to stay distanced from Burke. Then, he sees Brandy. Burke shoves her down and grabs a hold of the sock puppet.]

Rick: (sarcastically) Oh god help us.. he's got the sock puppet!

[Burke puts it on and turns around, holding the sock puppet up. Burke, who had the chair lined up for a seriously painful shot, stops dead in his tracks. Slowly, a warm smile comes on his face, and the chair drops to the floor.]

Eddie: That's right, Adam. Look into the sock. Always the sock.

[Barcode beings to make the sock puppet talk as he reaches down for the chair. Then...]

[CKCKCKCK!!!]

Rick: What a chair shot! The barbwire has just busted open the champion!

Eddie: I told ya! The sock puppet saves the day.

[Barcode rolls Burke in the ring, and finally the bell sounds.]

DING DING DING

Rick: And this thing is FINALLY on the way officially.

[Barcode picks up Burke and gives him a tremendous powerslam that shakes the ring. Mike Barcode then goes to putting the boots to the head and chest of Adam Burke. Mike Barcode follows up the high impact moves with a blatant chokehold as he is trying to squeeze the life out of Burke]

Rick: Blatant choke hold. Get in there ref

Eddie: I don't see anything

Rick: Open your eyes damnit

[The ref gets Barcode to release the hold but Barcode follows that up with fists to the head as Burke is trying to protect himself. The ref tries to get Barcode to stop but all that does is upset Barcode who jumps in the face of the ref]

Eddie: Forget the ref Mike, drop some haymakers on Burke. Win that International Title baby

Rick: Must you always be so negative?

Eddie: Who is being negative? Is rooting for Barcode being negative?

Rick: Nevermind.

[As Barcode has his attention towards the ref, that gives Adam Burke time to catch his senses and he sees Barcode arguing with the ref]

Rick: Big mistake by Barcode...

Eddie: Turn around Mike!

[Barcode turns around just in time to catch a clothesline from Burke]

Rick: The reigning International Champion just took Mike Barcode clean out of his boots with that one.

Eddie: Come on Barcode!

Rick: Burke grabs Barcode by the head and picks him up. Irish whip into the far side....

[Barcode comes off the ropes and as Burke attempts a back body drop, Barcode stops and drops a viscious elbow on the back of Burke's neck]

Rick: Burke telegraphed it and Barcode made him pay for it

Eddie: Now Burke is in some trouble. Get hardcore on him!

[Barcode grabs Burke and sends him through the ropes and to the floor]

Eddie: Now this is what I like. A good old fashioned asswhipping is about to take place.

[Rick shakes his head in disgust over that last comment as Mike Barcode goes for a chair. He then swings and connects with the head of Adam Burke.]

Rick: Big chairshot by the former Extreme Champion. He almost took Adam Burke's head off with that one!

Eddie: What did you expect? He is 1/2 of the most hardcore tag team in wrestling today!

[Barcode then connects onto the head and body of Burke several more times as Burke slumps to the arena floor. That is when Barcode grabs Burke up and sends him face first into the ring steps]

Rick: My god, he is trying to decimate the International Champion right here tonight!

Eddie: That's right. Get back at him for that unfair attack earlier.

Rick: Those rejections did the trick. Maybe Brandy should hide the puppet next time.

[Barcode then grabs one of Burke's arms and then pulls him into the steel ring post]

Eddie: Wow, Burke's shoulder will be feeling that one in the morning

Rick: Barcode rolls Burke back into the ring and now slides in after him. He has this match in hand right now at the moment as the reigning IWA International and NeWA World Cruiserweight Champ is simply trying to recover from the onslaught while on the arena floor.

Eddie: Stick a fork in him, he's done.

[Barcode goes back to work on the shoulder as he does a step over and begins to hammer the shoulder with heavy fist shots]

Rick: Look at the pained look on the face of Adam Burke. He is going to have to find a way to get back on the offensive before this match gets out of hand.

[Barcode then grabs the arm and twists it in a very un-usual manner as he now has a modified arm bar on Burke.]

Eddie: Look at the torque that Barcode is getting on that arm bar. That's the way...break it, break it!

[Adam Burke keeps trying to look for a way to releave the pressure on that shoulder but Barcode won't let him. He keeps pulling harder and harder as if he is trying to life Burke off of the mat.]

Rick: Mike Barcode is really doing a number on that shoulder. He is trying to injure it and increase his chances of winning.

[Barcode picks up Burke and then whips him into the ropes and as he comes off Barcode catches him in a powerslam. He then picks up Burke again and this time delivers a powerbomb that can be heard all through the arena.]

Eddie: Can you feel it Rick?

Rick: Feel what?

Eddie: The crowning of a new International Champion. I love it!

[Barcode goes for a pin but Burke kicks out at two.]

Rick: There is still some fight left in the champion as he refuses to give up.

Eddie: Just a matter of time...just a matter of time

[Barcode goes back to blatantly choking Adam Burke and the ref gets into the face of Barcode who climbs over Burke and begins pleading his case to the ref...all the while he is choking Burke with his foot over Burke's throat]

Rick: Blatant choke hold from Barcode

Eddie: Where? I don't see anything

Rick: You deserve to be shot.

[Eddie just laughs as Mike Barcode grabs one of Burke's legs and he pulls him towards the corner post]

Rick: I don't like the looks of this.

Eddie: (smiling) He is about to seriously ground Adam Burke.

[Barcode then slams the leg against the corner post and you can see Burke reach for the leg. Barcode does it a second time...followed by a third time]

Rick: He may have done some damage this time.

[Burke pulls himself back towards the middle of the ring and Barcode slides in looking totally confident. He goes to grab Burke but instead is rolled up.]

Rick: Inside cradle from Adam Burke!

Eddie: NO!!!!

Rick: 1...................2....................

[Barcode is able to kick out.]

Eddie: Whew

Rick: Burke almost pulled it out there with a heads up move.

[Mike Barcode hops up and begins laying some heavy kicks to the back of Adam Burke's head and back.]

Eddie: But Barcode is making him pay. Listen to those kicks, he is going to give Burke a concussion before this is all over. But all the better.

[Barcode picks up Burke and once again hits him with a high impact move. This time a series of German suplexes. Barcode hits him with 3 continuous suplexes before stopping and standing over Burke with a smile on his face.]

Rick: 3 German suplexes on Adam Burke and Mike Barcode is solidly in control now.

Eddie: Nothing left but for the fat lady to sing Rick. By the way, how is your wife?

[Rick gives him an evil look]

Eddie: What? What?

Rick: Just shut up Eddie

Eddie: What?

[Mike Barcode again goes for the pin but again Adam Burke is able to kick out at 2.]

Rick: Barcode is getting frustrated at his inability to put away Adam Burke and it may come back to haunt him in the end.

Eddie: Barcode is playing with him. He can put him away at anytime that he wants to.

[Barcode picks up Burke and hits him with a reverse neckbreaker that snaps Burke's neck violently.]

Rick: More high impact moves from Mike Barcode. He is making this tough on Burke just to survive.

Eddie: A few more of those and there won't be any Adam Burke left to talk about.

[Barcode again goes back to the shoulder as he begins to stomp away on it]

Rick: Mike Barcode is not leaving anything to doubt here. He is literally trying to destroy Burke tonight in order to win the International Title.

Eddie: Come on Mike

[Barcode goes to pick up Burke but is met by a kick to the groin and barcode goes down hard.]

Rick: Low blow by Adam Burke.

Eddie: He cheated...he cheated. Burke should be dq'ed for that.

Rick: Barcode has been doing it all match!

Eddie: Shut up Rick. Barcode hasn't cheated once tonight. Your just biased because you don't like him.

Rick: You're like a little girl. Did you know that? Eddie, the little girl...

[Adam Burke scales the turnbuckles and sets up on the top. As Mike Barcode gets to his feet, Burke hits him with a missle drop kick that almost knocks Barcode out of the ring.]

Rick: Burke with a drop kick off of the top and he has Barcode down

[Burke then kicks Barcode in the gut and as Barcode doubles over that enables Burke to catch him with a DDT]

Eddie: Come on Mike

Rick: Burke with a DDT and now he has Barcode laying prone on the mat. Burke is climbing to the outside and now he does a springboard leg drop on Barcode and his leg catches Barcode on the throat.

[The ref slides into position as Burke goes for a pinning attempt]

Rick: 1......2.......thr.....

[Barcode kicks out]

Eddie: Whew, that was close.

Rick: Two and three-quarters for Burke and he hasn't stopped yet

[Burke climbs to the top turnbuckle again and does a 450 splash that catches Barcode square]

Eddie: Jeez! How does he spin that fast?

Rick: Big 450 from Adam Burke and the whole complection of this match has changed!

Eddie: Come on Mike, get him!

[You can hear the urgency in Eddie's voice as Burke again goes for the pin]

Rick: 1......2......thr......No!

Eddie: Damnit this is insane. Put him away for crying out loud Mike

[Adam Burke can't believe that Mike Barcode kicked out of the 450]

Rick: Burke is trying to hit him with everything that he's got and Barcode keeps kicking out. You have to wonder just how much Burke has left after the beating that he took earlier on

[Adam Burke pulls Barcode by the arms and leans him up against the turnbuckles. He then slides back into the ring and races over to the other corner.]

Rick: What is he going to do now?

[Burke then races towards Barcode and at the last second hits him with a running drop kick that makes Barcode's head bounce off of the bottom turnbuckle]

Eddie: OH MY GOD!!!

Rick: GOOD LORD, What a move from Adam Burke....

Eddie: This can't be happening, this can't be happening

Rick: Well you had better keep your eyes open Eddie because it "IS" happening.

[Adam Burke then pulls Barcode away from the corner and then hops up to the top turnbuckle facing the fans.]

Rick: They are cheering him on Eddie!

Eddie: Shut up.

[Burke then looks back to see exactly where Barcode is laying and then he launches himself off backwards that catches Barcode cleanly.]

Rick: ASAI MOONSAULT!

Eddie: NOOOO!!

Rick: It's all over....It's all over

[Adam Burke hooks the leg and the ref slides into position]

Rick: 1......2......three......NO, Barcode got the shoulder up!

Eddie: Oh my god, I need to throw up.

Rick: Mike Barcode got the shoulder up at the very last second.

Eddie: Oh man, oh man.

[Adam Burke can't believe it as he once again scales to the top. He comes off for another big 450 splash but Barcode gets the knees up]

Eddie: YES!

Rick: Burke lands on nothing but knees and now they both are in serious trouble.

[Both Burke and Barcode are laying on the mat as the ref begins to make his count. Burke is the first up and he tries to catch Barcode with a drop kick but Barcode side steps it and begins to choke Burke once again]

Eddie: There you go, choke him down Mike.

[Mike Barcode releases the hold as the ref threatens to dq him and that is when Barcode picks him up and attempts another powerbomb. But Burke slips out of it and catches Barcode with a face buster.]

Rick: Adam Burke with a move pulled out of nowhere and now he is signaling for the "Tiger's Claw!"

Eddie: Ah hell...

[Mike Barcode gets up and spins around because he can't find Burke. He spins around right into a super kick from Burke that drops Barcode like a gun shot.]

Rick: THERE IT IS. THE "TIGER'S CLAW FROM BURKE!

Eddie: DAMNIT!

Rick: Burke goes for the pin and hooks the leg....1

Eddie: NO!!

Rick: 2........

Eddie: NO!!!

Rick: THREE!!!

Eddie: DAMNIT.....DAMNIT.....DAMNIT!!!!

Rick: What a match! Barcode's gonna be pissed about this loss.

[Cut. Backstage, again. This time, in Vincent's office. Since only Commissionner Levin is inside, we'll call it Levin's office. Then, a familiar face walks in. Levin looks up from his papers.]

Levin: Ah, Boog-man. Our great champion.

[Boog leans in the doorway.]

Boog: Where's Vincent?

Levin: He's away on business.

Boog: Still looking for protection against me, is he?

Levin: I believe so, yes. The deal is being finalyzed as we speak.

[Boog chuckles. Vincent has missed two of his own shows to make this deal. Boog feels proud of that.]

Levin: Can I help you with something... or are you just exploring the building.

Boog: Who does Vincent have be booked against? What's he plotting?

Levin: Actually, I booked the match.

Rick: He did?

Levin: We signed a new wrestler. Actually, he's worked here before. I figured I'd welcome him back with a title shot.

Boog: Is that how you work, Aaron? You just throw out title shots like candy?

Levin: No. I believe in earning title shots, actually.

Boog: Oh, I see then. This guy must be a big name, right? Some semi-retired former superstar? Is that it? You lured him in with a Heavyweight title shot?

Levin: Well...I wouldn't say superstar. But don't worry Boog. You'll be fine. You're the champ! I believe in you.

[Boog smirks.]

Boog: If you believe in me, then I know I'll be OK.

Levin: Now you're getting it.

[Boog chuckles again. Apparently, Levin didn't notice the sarcasm in his voice. Boog turns around and leaves. He won't get anything out of the commish.]

Rick: BOOG-MAN! IWA TITLE ON THE LINE! NEXT!

Eddie: To the ring! To the ring!

Rick: Eddie. Calm down.

Eddie: I wanna know who it is! I wanna know who it is!

Rick: OK, OK. To the ring. Jeez.

(Shortstop breaks the silence in the arena. The fans acknowledge with a massive ovation.)

Eddie: Holy family chappel, Batman! Listen to this placen!

Rick: It's the same everywhere in Canada with this guy.

(Speak of the devil. The Boog-man steps out. He doesn't know his opponent, therefore doesn't know what to expect. But, despite this, Boog is ready.)

Rick: We might see the Heavyweight title change hands right here, tonight!

(Boog enters the ring. He holds up the IWA title, igniting more cheers. He hands the belt away, and waits.)

(Silence.)

Eddie: . . .

(Silence.)

Rick: . . .

(Silence.)

Eddie: C'MON!!!

(Then, "We Will Rock You" by Queen simply blows our ears off.)

Rick: Who could this be??

(The fans all stare with incredible anticipation. Then, through the silence, comes smoke. Through the smoke comes a figure.)

Eddie: SHOW YOURSELF! MY GOD, SHOW YOURSELF!

(Slowly, too slowly, the smoke clears. When it does, the figure becomes visible.)

Rick: HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I NEVER THOUGHT I'D SEE HIM AGAIN!

Eddie: I CAN'T FRICKIN' BELIEVE IT!

(The arena is engulfed with cheers, and laughter.)

Rick: Eddie, can you believe this??

Eddie: I can't frickin' believe it!

Rick: MISTER SINSATION!!!

(Mr. Sinsation, famous for his revolutionizing roleplays and vast sex life, walks down the aisle breathing smoke. Sinsation is pumped. He's swinging wildly with both arms.)

Eddie: Look at Mr Sinsation beat the living hell out of that air!

(Sinsation is dressed in a shirt. It says "Mr Sinsation is Sintastic!" He also wears pink shoes. And he missed a spot shaving.)

Rick: These BC fans know the legend known as Mr Sinsation!

Eddie: This is the greatest day in the history of the universe!

(Sinsation stops on the aisle to hit on some particularly ugly girls. We care hear him speak.)

Mr Sinsation: i like girls u no. i hav tons of gifrlrends. do u want we can have sex

(The two girls giggle with delight. Sinsation plays with their boobies and gets an erection. Embarassed, he walks away.)

Eddie: What a ladies man.

Rick: He knows all the right moves.

(Mr Sinsation enters the ring. Boog chuckles as Sinsation ties his pink shoes.)

Eddie: Boog is gonna have his hands full tonight!

DING DING DING!

(Sinsation approaches Boog. The two lock up. Boog with a go-behind. He shoves Sinsation into the ropes and punches him in the head. Sinsation goes down hard.)

Rick: What a hard shot from the champion.

Eddie: Really hard. Sinsation isn't moving!

(The ref checks on Sinsation.)

Rick: I...I think he's sleeping!

Eddie: Why do you think that?

Rick: Well, he's snoring!

(The ref nudges the living legend. Sinsation gets back to his feet. He yawns, then pulls out a toothbrush and toothpaste. He starts putting the toothpaste on the toothbrush, but Boog smacks them right out of his hands.)

Rick: Boog doesn't have time for this.

Eddie: Uh oh. Sinsation is getting angry!

(Sinsation begins to run around Boog in a circle, chopping his hand and making indian noises. Then, he grabs the ropes and shakes them violently. China can feel it.)

Eddie: Boog's in trouble.

(Then, Sinsation punches Boog in the head. He grabs the IWA champ and whips him in the corner. Sinsation walks to the corner and hits a BIG elbow, that nearly hurt the champ.)

Eddie: Vicious elbow! That could end it folks.

(Sinsation lifts Boog up and places him in the center of the ring. Boog allows it. After catching his breath, Sinsation charges at Boog and spears him down.)

Eddie: SINSATION SPEAR! SINSATION SPEAR!

Rick: That can mean only one thing!

(Boog gets to his feet. He helps Mr Sinsation back up. Sinsation asks to press the pause button because he wants water. He finds out he can't have water then turns back to his opponent. Sinsation easily puts Boog's head under his arm. After a scream he uses all his might to lift Boog up.)

(But Boog doesn't budge.)

Eddie: Oh no! Sinsation wants to hit the Jackhammer, but he can't get Boog up!

(Boog now nails Sinsation with an Atomic drop. He DDTs Sinsation down, runs into the ropes, springboarding back with a huge elbow drop to the heart.)

Rick: There it is. The Elbow of Annihilation. And the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Eddie: Wow! I was SO sure Sinsation had him after that elbow.

Rick: Yeah, it was a close one.

Eddie: A classic. An epic. Just magnificant.

(Boog looks down over his opponent, who appears to have once again fallen asleep.)

Rick: Mr. Sinsation is back in the I-W-A!

Rick: Fans, we're back. No more breaks.

Eddie: Extreme frickin' title time, baby!

Rick: It sure is. And this match has a lot of meaning. Bell has agreed, that if he loses to Chris Mann tonight, then he'll walk away from the Hardcore division.

Eddie: I would cry. I would cry.

Rick: But now, prepare yourself for a bloody, violent affair!

Eddie: WOOOOOOOO!

[A light humming sound is heard as the lights dim down and a very chilling breeze totally engulfs the arena. The cold air hits the fans immediately and as many are unprepared for it...they begin to rub themselves to get warm]

Eddie: Dang it... there's that breeze again. Someone close the door.

Rick: Yeah. That'll do it.

[Almost immediately fog begins to roll in and the entire entrance ramp is completely engulfed. It is so thick that you can cut through it with a knife]

Eddie: I wish I had a knife.

Rick: Why?

Eddie: So I can see if he's right.

Rick: If who's right?

Eddie: Don't play dumb, Rick.

Rick: . . . What the hell are you on??

[Not as loud as the humming sound but you can hear what sounds to be thunder off in a distance and lightning is seen through the fog at the roof of the arena]

Eddie: This is weird stuff, Rick.

[The thunder gets a little louder and just when you least expect it......]

[BONG]

Eddie: WHA!

[BONG]

Eddie: EARS...

[BONG]

Eddie: BLEEDING...

[It is the erie ringing of a bell that is being heard. You know, the kind that you hear during horror movies]

[BONG]

Eddie: ...GOING TO...

[BONG]

Eddie: ...COLLAPSE IN PAIN!

[Then you hear a voice]

voice: For whom the bell tolls

[BOOM]

[BOOM]

[ZIP]

[ZIP]

[Loud explosions and pyro begin shooting all through the arena to the point that enough static electricity is generated to make the hair on the back of your neck stand up]

Rick: Eddie... you OK?

Eddie: ...I need water...

[Then "Sirius" by the Alan Parson's Project begins to play and the fans begin to cheer as they can see someone coming through the fog and down the entrance ramp. The cheers get even louder when it is seen as the IWA Extreme Champion "The Natural" Mike Bell who is standing at the base of the entrance ramp. The roar is almost deafening as he is standing there in his normal attire of long wrestling pants and a black and white DWA t-shirt that has a picture of the NeWA World Hardcore Title on it with "please save me" written underneath it. His long hair is pulled back into a pony tail and his IWA Extreme Title is over his shoulder. He then begins to make his way towards the ring and he stops just short of the ringsteps when he notices that a laser light has formed in the middle of the ring and it begins to rotate the words "The Natural" in a counter clockwise direction. He then enters the ring and waits for the match to begin]

DING!

DING!

DING!

(The match starts with Mike Bell doing a very fast reverse kick into the stomach of Chris Mann and then Bell follows it up with a lightning fast leg sweep that takes Chris Mann down to the mat. Bell goes for an elbow drop but stops himself and then backs away so that Chris Mann can get back to his feet.)

Eddie: What in the hell?

(Bell backs into the corner and shakes his head as Chris Mann stands there in the middle of the ring.)

Eddie: What is this crap?

Rick: Man, Bell could have dropped an ugly elbow into the throat area of Chris Mann but he stopped himself. It has got to be working on Bell right now that he is fighting a man that he considers a brother

Eddie: Who cares? I want to see some blood

(Bell then looks over and sees the IWA Extreme Title sitting on the table. He then looks straight up to the ceiling and breathes in deep.)

Rick: I think that he has just made up his mind

Eddie: Made up his mind? To do what?

(Then, Bell and Mann lock up.)

Rick: Mann and Bell are tied-up in the middle of the ring. Bell with a go-behind. It's reversed! The Rogue Horseman now pounding on the upper back, taking Bell to his knees. Look at The Natural fighting back, with stiff elbows to the stomach. Back on his feet now, Bell with an atomic drop! He picks Mann up... flapjack!

Eddie: Enough! Lets get the weapons!

(Mann starts dropping knees into the chest of the Extreme champion. Bell rolls out of the way of one, and is able to get to his feet. He blocks a right hand from Mann, and boots him in the stomach. Bell goes for a suplex, but it's blocked. Mann now hoists Bell into the air, but Bell floats over Mann's back, landing on his feet. He drives his shoulder into the back of Mann, not once, but twice. Bell tries a third time, but Mann counters with a bulldog.)

Rick: What a counter. These two know each other so well, Eddie.

Eddie: I don't care! Go get some weapons!

(Mann brings him back to his feet.)

Eddie: Aw.

(Mann whips The Natural into the corner. Mann charges, but Bell moves out of the way. He hits Mann with a stinging right hand. The Extreme champ grabs Mann by the head and bounces off the second rope for a tornado DDT, but Mann counters, tossing Bell over the top rope. Bell smashes hard on the floor.)

Rick: Wow. Awesome power displayed by Chris Mann.

(Mann roles out of the ring and grabs a kendo stick from under the ring.)

Eddie: And now, things get bloody!

(Mann swings and strikes Bell in the stomach. Bell covers up his body, leaving him wide open to a shot to the side of the head. Mann boots Bell in the stomach, causing him to open up for another full-force kendo stick shot to the head.)

Eddie: Is there blood? Is there blood??

Rick: No, not yet, Eddie.

Eddie: Damn.

(Mann tosses away the stick and pulls Bell up. He whips him across ringside, and Bell crashes into the guardrail. Mann charges after him and dives in the air, clotheslining Bell over the barricade.)

Rick: Oh my! The momentum of that just took both guys into the crowd.

(Mann grabs Bell by the hair, and pulls him through the crowd. They reach a t-shirt vendor. Mann grabs a Mike Bell t-shirt. It reads "Taking Extreme To A New Level!" Mann shows the shirt in front of the camera and smiles, before wrapping the shirt around Bell's throat. Mann begins chocking the Extreme champ.)

Rick: Look at Chris Mann. I think he's saying, "it's for your own good," to Bell.

Eddie: Damn! He best not win! It will crush my mighty heart!

(Mann spins around and takes Bell down with a neckbreaker, using the shirt. He now grabs two plastic Heavyweight belts, and begins wailing away on The Natural, alternating from left to right arm.)

Rick: Chris Mann is taking it to the Extreme champ tonight! Bell has had very little offence thus far.

Eddie: Give him a minute, Rick.

(Mann tosses the title belts into the crowd, where the insane fans nearly kill each other for them. Mann brings Bell up. Mann knocks off all the merchandise on the vending table, and sets Bell on top.)

Eddie: What the hell's he doing??

Rick: It looks like he's heading...up!

(Mann has climbed the stairs. He is now on top of an arena entranceway. Mike Bell lies motionless on the solid-looking vending table. The crowd raises their arms as Mann measures up.)

Rick: Oh hell....

(Mann leaps off, arms and legs stretched way out. He flies, seemingly in slow-motion, before crashing through an empty table.)

Eddie: Bell moved!

Rick: He's lucky he did. That woulda put him out!

Eddie: I think it put Mann out. It sure as hell put the table out!

(As the crowd chants, "HOLY SHIT," Bell returns to his feet. HE grabs Mann by the hair and drags him back towards the ring. Bell grabs Mann in a waistlock, and tosses Mann over the railing back to ringside with a release German suplex.)

Rick: Nice suplex! Mann with a hard landing there!

(Bell climbs over. He grabs a hold of Mann, and drives his skull into the ringpost, before rolling him in the ring. Back inside, Bell scoops up his opponent, and whips him down with a spinebuster. Mann is pulled back up, and is placed in the corner in a tree of woe.)

Rick: We know what's coming now!

(Back to the outside, Bell grabs a steel chair.)

Eddie: If he uses that chair the way he has in the past, Mann will be in a WORLD of trouble.

(The Natural slides back in the ring with the chair. He approaches Mann, still hooked in the tree of woe. Bell reels back, aiming for the exposed body. He swings with all his might...)

Rick: Chris Mann BARELY escaped to the outside! Whoa!

Eddie: Looks like he's going for weapons!

(He indeed is. Mann pulls an accustic guitar from under the ring, and rolls inside.)

Rick: He's got the guitar! Bell is in trouble.

(Mann stands ready to swing while Bell wobbles to his feet. Then, Bell turns around.)

(MISS!)

Rick: Wow, that was close! Bell's rolling out of the ring now. He's going under the ring.

Eddie: He can't go back in without a weapon!

(Mann pulls out a second guitar. This time, it's electric.)

Rick: The Natural has his weapon! Eddie, that thing is solid oak! Mann's hollow accoustic guitar is no match!

Eddie: But he's not backing down any!

(Mann tries to prevent Bell from getting in the ring, swinging the guitar at him. Bell swings back under the bottom rope, clipping Mann's feet. The Rogue Horseman barely stays to his feet and backs off. Bell quickly slides in the ring and returns to his feet.)

Rick: It's a guitar showdown!

Eddie: Ha!

(Bell fakes a shot. Mann backs up, then swings. Bell ducks it, and jabs Mann in the stomach. He winds back with the chair and swings. Mann backs away JUST in time. Both men take a big swing.)

(CRASH!)

Rick: The two guitars just connected!

Eddie: Chris Mann's guitar is shattered! Bell still has the electric guitar... and he's smiling!

Rick: Mann's in trouble!

(Bell swings and misses. Mann dives through the second and third ropes, but Mann grabs him just in time. He pulls Mann back in the ring, then swings.)

(CRACK!)

(The guitar breaks in two pieces at the neck as it slams against the back of Mann.)

Rick: What a shot!

Eddie: That was beatiful. So beautiful!

(Mann tosses the guitar away and rolls out of the ring. He grabs the steel steps and tosses them inside, following quickly behind.)

Eddie: I like steps.

(Bell lays the steps down flat as Mann returns to his feet. A right hand rocks the Rogue Horseman, and Bell whips him in the corner. Mann stumbles out and a drop-toe-hold knocks him down with his head smacking off the steel steps.)

Rick: Oh! He's hurt!

Eddie: But is he bleeding? Is he bleeding??

Rick: He is!

Eddie: WOOOOOOOO!

(Bell pulls Mann up. The crowd notices the dripping blood from Mann's forehead and lets out a cheer. Meanwhile, Bell scoops up his challenger and sits him on the top rope. He climbs to the second rope.)

Rick: Superplex on the steps?? Oh boy...

Eddie: WOO! Do it!

(Bell throws Mann's arm over his head and lifts him up, but Mann gets his leg hooked, preventing the move.)

Rick: He countered! Now Chris Mann is punching Bell. He stuffs his head between his legs.... Oh man... he's going for a powerbomb!!

Eddie: Oh boy...

(Mann lifts Bell a little bit, but The Natural blocks by grabbing the ropes. Then, in one swift motion, throws Mann in the air with a back body drop. Mann floats over and crashes back first onto the steps.)

Eddie: SWEET LORD!

("HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!")

Rick: Look at Mann! He's a pretzel!

(Bell measures up his broken opponent and leaps off the top rope. Quickly, Mann grabs the steps and smacks it off Bell's head on the way down, and The Natural crashes in a dead heap.)

Rick: How did The Rogue Horseman pull that off??

Eddie: I don't have a clue! But these guys are both down! And they might be there for awhile.

(The ref checks both men, as he can't entertain himself by counting since it's there are no double-countouts in Extreme matches. Finally, both men begin to rumble. And it appears that Bell has juiced above his right eye.)

Eddie: MORE BLOOD!

Rick: More blood.

(As both men return to their feet, they see each other. Bell spins around with a spinning heel kick, but it's ducked. Mann grabs the arms of Bell and headbutts him hard. Mann hits another hard headbutt, and throws The Extreme champ to the ground with a underhook suplex. Bell pulls himself to his feet, and is shoved into the corner by The Rogue Horseman.)

Rick: More office from Mann as he lays in the right hands to the skull of "The Natural" Mike Bell. But wait! Bell spins him around. And what a knife-edge chop!

Crowd: WOOO!

Eddie: And there's another!

Crowd: WOOO!

Rick: And another!

Crowd: WOOO!

Rick: And a DDT! Mann is back down.

(Bell begins stomping on the back of Mann's knee. Then, he drops a series of elbows, also on the knee.)

Rick: Mike Bell is going to what has made him famous over the past 3 1/2 years...and that is to target the knee of Chris Mann.

(Mike Bell then pulls Chris Mann towards the ring post as he slides out of the ring. Chris Mann has a leg on each side of the post and Bell grabs both of them.)

Rick: He's going for a ringpost figure four. This could break Mann's knee.

Eddie: Break it...break it!

(Bell starts to hammer the knee with multiple elbow shots but still has not locked on the figure four.)

Eddie: What in the hell is he waiting for?

(Bell looks like he's to apply the move, but stops suddenly.)

Rick: Chris Mann is like a brother to Mike Bell. Bell doesn't want to break his leg here!

(Bell looks at the situation that he has Mann in and then he completely ignores it as he releases the legs. He grabs Mann by the head and jerks him out of the ring.)

Eddie: Aww! That sucks!

(Bell grabs Mann by the head, and goes for a DDT. But out of nowhere, Mann lifts him into the air and spinebusters him through Rick and Eddie's table.)

Eddie: AH!

Rick: Damn! They almost took us both out, Eddie!

Eddie: Almost? I have dust in my eyes!!

Rick: Bell held back and it cost him right here. You cannot hold back in a match like this! Not at all.

Eddie: It hurts, Rick!

(Mann takes awhile to catch his breath. He limps over and pulls Bell up finally. Mann rolls him in the ring, then grabs a chair.)

Rick: Can't have a hardcore match without a chair, now can you?

Eddie: Certainly not!

(Mann folds the chair and turns to the ring.)

(SMACK!)

Rick: OH MY GOD! Bell just flew over the top rope with a suicide dive and shoved the chair into Chris Mann's face!

Eddie: Out of frickin' NOWHERE!

(Both men are back down, as you would imagine.)

Rick: Eddie, are you not entertained?

Eddie: Oh, I'm entertained!

Rick: And this match might be far from over! A lot is on the line here...

(Mann returns to his feet, but is sweeped back down by The Natural. Bell pulls him up, and throws him into the announcers table. Bell then grabs Mann and throws him face first into the ring post.)

(THUNK)

Rick: Chris Mann headfirst into the ringpost.

Eddie: That''ll scramble your brains.

(Chris Mann ends up leaning on the guard railing and Mike Bell attempts a flying splash. He nails it and Mann has nowhere to go but down.)

Rick: What a move by "The Natural". This is shaping up to be the hardcore event of the year folks!

Eddie: This is incredible. Can you imagine if these two were mortal enemies?

(Rick doesn't say a word. He knows damn good and well what would happen if these two ever went at it as bitter enemies.)

Eddie: Ooh... I get all tingly inside just thinking about it.

(Bell scoops Mann up, and runs him into the side of the ring. Then, a fallaway slam tosses Mann to the floor.)

Rick: It is pure pandamonium here, as Mike Bell reaches underneath the ring. Whats he got now?

Eddie: Looks like it's a staple gun! YES!

(Bell puts it to Chris Mann's head and goes to pull the trigger. But, he stops himself.)

Rick: He won't do it! He CAN'T do it!

Eddie: Shut up Rick!! Pull the trigger Bell, pull the damn trigger!

(Bell blinks once, then twice. He looks at the staple gun and then fires three in the air. Then he launches the gun over his shoulder almost striking Eddie with it.)

Eddie: Hey, he almost hit me!

Rick: (low) Damn.

(Mike Bell then blasts Chris Mann into the forehead with several fist shots. Bell then rams Mann into the ring apron as he looks for more goodies to pull out from under the ring.)

Rick: What in the hell could he possibly introduce this time?

Eddie: Are you kidding? This is Bell and Mann we are talking about. You've been rambling out this match all week!

Rick: You're right, Eddie. What was I saying?

(Mike Bell pulls out a frying pan and he goes to work on the head of Chris Mann.)

Rick: Look at those shots from the Extreme Champion. He's not holding back with those! These two are damn near killing each other! And for what?

Eddie: To give us blood?

Rick: No Eddie, they are killing each other over principle. They are killing each other over friendship and they are killing each other over two kids who love both of these men.

Eddie: I thought that it was for the title.

Rick: Just shut up Eddie. You don't get it...you honestly don't get it.

Eddie: But it's for the title, right?

(Bell hits one more shot, and Mann looks out. Bell rolls him in the ring, following in with the cover.)

Rick: Holy crap... a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--

Rick: Shoulder up! Chris Mann kicked out of about seven freaking frying pan shots!

(Bell rolls back out. He starts pulling out tables, a ladder, a shovel, a shopping cart, and a street sign that has the word "caution and the word "bump" on it.)

Rick: Oh my god. This isn't done. Not quite!

(Bell pulls Mann out of the ring. He throws the shopping cart at him. But Mann ducks it. Bell quickly charges at him. But Mann is ready and throws Bell over his shoulder. Bell lands hard on the shopping cart, warping its shape.)

Rick: And now Bell goes back first on metal!

Eddie: I wonder if that is the same shopping cart that was used to by Bell beat Mike Barcode.

Rick: It probably is Eddie.

(Bell wobbles back up. He stands, tilting back and forth in front of Mann. The Rogue Horseman then picks up the shopping cart. Out of nowhere, Bell punches him in the face. As a result Mann drops the cart. It falls onto Mann, trapping his arms.)

Eddie: Look familiar?

Rick: It certainly does!

(Mike Bell grabs the shovel. He starts cracking the shopping cart with vicious shots, each one further denting the cart.)

Eddie: This is how Bell started the final sequence that beat Barcode for the Extreme title.

(Bell now sets up a table on the outside. He looks at the fans who pop large. Bell grabs the shopping cart and pulls Mann closer to the table. He stuffs Mann's head between his legs and wraps his arms around the cart, reaching only the bottom corners.)

Rick: And here we go!

(Bell yanks Mann over his head and powerbombs him through the table on the outside, with The Rogue Horseman still trapped in the shopping cart.)

Eddie: YESSS!! THAT WAS SWEET!

Rick: THAT'S EXACTLY HOW BELL WON THE EXTREME TITLE! THIS IS OVER!

(Bell drops down and covers Chris Mann.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

KICKOUT!

Eddie: Mann kicked out... how the hell...

Rick: Holy Jesus, this is insane.

Eddie: ...he frickin' kicked out...

Rick: My god they are going to kill each other. This is putting the NeWA World Hardcore Title to shame, Eddie!

(Chants of "Hardcore"...."Hardcore" fill the arena.)

Rick: Listen to these fans. I can barely hear myself talk.

(Bell returns to his feet. He eyes Mann, who is brutally beaten. Bell then picks up the sign and hammers it home across the head of Chris Mann. He tosses the sign down and slides Mann back into the ring.)

Rick: Finally, they are back in the ring. They both are a lot worse for the wear and may never be the same after this is over.

Eddie: You said it, Rick.

(Bell grabs under the ring, his trademark box of florescent lights. He slides in the ring with them.)

Eddie: The lights! I love these!

(Bell puts them aside to use later on, and leaps in the air landing a grounded senton on his opponent. He stays there for the cover.)

1 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . . . . . KICKOUT!

(Now The Natural drags him back up. Bell hooks up and nails a snap suplex on the steel steps that still reside in the ring.)

Rick: Ouch!

(Bell follows through, and pulls him back him. Again, he hits a snap suplex. This time, Mann's lower legs smack against them.)

Eddie: Ooh! That looked painful!

(Again, Bell rolls The Rogue Horseman back up. He goes for a third rolling snap suplex, but Mann somehow blocks it. He counters, lifting Bell in the air, and dropping him stomach first onto the top of the steps.)

Rick: Chris Mann saved himself with that one.

Eddie: Look at him limping, Rick. His knees have taken a beating!

Rick: They certainly have. Especially after his knees smacked against the steps with that snap suplex.

(Mann grabs the steel chair. He begins wailing away on the Extreme champion, weakening him with every shot.)

Rick: That's three shots... now four. Five! SIX!

(The crowd begins counting along.)

Eddie: SEVEN! EIGHT!! NINE!

Crowd: TEN!

(With the final shot, Mann tosses away the chair. He is out of breath.)

Rick: Bell is damn near ready for the casket, Eddie!

Eddie: Oh jeez. This is great!

(Mann is about to exit the ring when he notices the box of lights. He looks at Bell and has an idea. Mann rolls out of the ring and grabs a table. He brings in in the ring with him. Mann grabs the box of lights, and places it, open on the table.)

Eddie: What's he up to?

Rick: Bell is stirring. My god, how's he doing it?

(Bell pulls himself to his feet. Mann sees this and takes out a tube of light from the box. The Natural turns around and is ROCKED. The light shatters in thounsands of pieces over Bell's head, and he goes down.)

Rick: What a shot!

Eddie: Mann's rolling out of the ring again... what now?

(He pulls another table into the ring. Mann drags Bell up, who is covered in both men's blood. Mann rolls Bell onto the box of lights on the table sideways, so that his head and arms, and legs hang over. Cracking is heard as Bell's weight shatters a few lights.)

Eddie: Damn! Those pieces of glass must be digging into his back.

(Mann grabs the second table. He sets it up on top of the first one with Mike Bell hanging in between.)

Eddie: What the hell.... Rick???

Rick: I don't know, Eddie. I don't know.

(Mann limps to the corner. Taking a lot of time, he climbs to the top rope. Mann turns around and stares at the two tables and Bell.)

Rick: Jeesus! Is he gonna put himself through the two tables??

Eddie: If he does, Bell will be finished! I mean... seriously! TWO frickin' tables break all around him, with the force of a 250 pound man crashing onto them, and the broken lights that will cut him open!!!

(Mann measures up and leaps through the air.)

Rick: OH MY GOD . . .

(CRASH!!!)

Eddie: HOLY SHIT!

Rick: He connected! The ring is a mess!

(The crowd stares in "awe" as the mess of two broken tables and a box of florescent lights clutters the ring. Mann, who himself is near death, drapes his arm over the chest of Mike Bell.)

Eddie: NO!!!

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

Eddie: . . .

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

Rick: . . .

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

Crowd: . . .

KICKOUT!

(A huge cheer blows off our ears!)

Eddie: YES! BELL IS STILL IN IT!

Rick: I can't believe it! I just can't f*bleep*in' believe it!

(Mann rolls onto his back. He stares into the lights of the ceiling with eyes wide open.)

Rick: Look at The Rogue Horseman. He can't believe what just happened.

Eddie: I don't think he REMEMBERS what just happened!

(Both men lie still.)

Rick: What a match this is! Your blood lust satisfied?

Eddie: WOOOOOOOO!!!

Rick: I'll accept that answer.

(Finally, there's movement. Mann uses the ropes to pull himself up. He stumbles to the ground, but gets back up. He tries to pull Bell up by the air, but he doesn't move.)

Eddie: Bell's is OUT!

Rick: But he kicked out of the pin. He can't be THAT out.

(Mann uses both arms and pulls him up. Mann scoops up Bell, who doesn't fight back at all. Mann sits him on the top rope. Bell almost falls over, but Mann holds him up, and climbs to the second rope, then the third.)

Eddie: Rick, Bell is out. He has to be! I think he lost too much blood!

Rick: I think you're right!

(Mann grabs Bell in a waistlock on the top rope.)

Rick: NO! Bell blocked! He grabs Chris Mann's head and leaps off... TOP ROPE DIAMONDCUTTER!

Eddie: THE NATURAL DISASTER!!!

Rick: WHERE DID BELL PULL THAT FROM??? I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD!!!

(Both men are down for what seems like hours.)

Rick: Call an ambulance!

Eddie: Call the insurance company!

(Slowly, Bell crawls back over to Chris Mann. And finally, throws his arm over his chest for the cover.)

Rick: THIS SHOULD BE IT!

. . . . . . . . . 1!

. . . . . . . . . 2!

. . . . . . . . .

THREE!

Eddie: YES!

Rick: It's over! Bell wins! Bell wins!!!

(The crowd is going INSANE! Absolutely insane!)

Rick: I can't believe it! What an amazing match!

Eddie: I love wrestling!

Rick: We're outta time! SO LONG!

(As the crowd continues screaming and cheering incredibly loud, we get an arial shot of the ring. It is a clusterfrick. Broken tables, broken glass, ringsteps, a dented chair, and of course, a motionless Chris Mann and Mike Bell.)

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