("It Feels Good," by Tony, Toni, Tone hits, and the former NWA Tag Team Champions walk down to the ring.)

(After a moment, Justice and Blaze enter, squabbling, about who's going to start first.)

Justice: They're former NWA Tag Champs man! You start!

(Both roll into the ring.)

DING DING DING

(Cosgrove chops Justice, but Justice clotheslines Cosgrove taking him down. Justice brings in Blaze for his team. Blaze moves Cosgrove back to his feet. Blaze executes a huge gutbuster on Cosgrove. He covers for the pin.)

Rick: 1.....2....and Cosgrove gets the shoulder up.

(Blaze climbs the turnbuckle, and nails a flying elbow drop on the downed Cosgrove . Blaze is back on his feet. Blaze knocks Antoine Murrain off the ropes, and stomps at Cosgrove . Blaze tags Justice. Blaze grabs Antoine Murrain outside the ring, and slams his head into the ringpost.)

Eddie: Ouch!

Rick: Back in the ring, Anthony Cosgrove is back up, and he is punching Blaze repeatedly. Blaze is doing his best, but Cosgrove has him down. Swift kick to the back of the head! is out of it, and now Cosgrove is covering Blaze. 1.....2.....kickout by Blaze, but he's feeling that kick!

(Back onto the ring apron, Cosgrove tags Antoine. Antoine nails Blaze with a belly-to-back suplex. Blaze struggles to the corner, and tags Luke Justice. Antoine goes for a weak tilt-a-whirl powerslam but Justice dodges the attack. Justice whips Antoine into the turnbuckle, and Justice hits him with a splash.)

Rick: Luke Justice lifts up Antoine Murrain, and nails him with a spinning neck-breaker Justice picks up Antoine, and wears him down with a shoulder breaker.

(Justice moves down to pick him up, but Antoine rakes his eyes. Justice get nailed with a double axhandle chop from Antoine to the head. Luke Justice falls back.)

Eddie: Luke Justice is down, as Antoine maneuvers himself to take control. Wait! Justice grabs Antoine Murrain's head and DDT's him on the mat. He was playing with him.

(Justice climbs to his feet. He executes a snap mare on Antoine Murrain and kicks him in the head.)

Rick: Luke Justice tags in Blaze, while Antoine Murrain is down on the mat.

(Blaze picks up Antoine Murrain and does the cradle DDT. Blaze tosses Antoine into the turnbuckle.)

Rick: Blaze has the upper hand here. He-oh! Antoine takes him down with a springboard bulldog, slamming Blaze's head onto the mat. Blaze with an Aztecan suplex on Antoine, as Blaze gets up.

(Antoine Murrain moves back to his feet. Antoine Murrain bites Blaze's arm out of desperation, as Blaze backs into the ropes. Blaze lets loose with a left, followed by a hard right and Antoine goes down hard. Blaze once again tags in Luke Justice.)

Rick: Luke Justice back in this, as he hooks his leg around, and turns Murrain over...Price to Pay!

Eddie: Wha?

Rick: Sharpshooter.

Eddie: Ah. Hey, Murrain's tapping! This one is OVER!

(Justice looks around surprised, and breaks the hold. Blaze and Justice celebrate, and run to the back, quickly.)

Rick: What an upset!

Eddie: Rick. Don't lie.

Rick: Sorry.

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.]

[We are inside Commissionner Aaron Levin's office. It's a nice little place, with a nice oak table and some plants. Aaron yells out.]

Levin: Come in!

[In walks Buzz Tyler. BOOOO! Buzz walks up to Levin twidling his fingers nervously.]

Buzz: Hello, sir.

[Levin smiles.]

Levin: It looks like you learned your lesson after I suspended you for the past week.

[Buzz avoids eye contact.]

Buzz: Yes sir. I did. Thank you, sir, for teaching me that valuable lesson.

[Levin gets up. He extends his hand. Buzz looks at the hand, then into Aaron's eyes briefly, before shaking the Commish's hand.]

Levin: Great to have you back! I will expect no further trouble from you.

Buzz: No sir. No more trouble.

Levin: Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have Vincent's work to do.

[Buzz smiles nervously, then walks out of the room. We cut back to the commentators table.]

Rick: Well there's a side of Buzz Tyler that I've never seen before.

Eddie: It's called the wuss side. It complements his gay side and his horrible wrestler side.

Rick: Y....yes. Uh... sure.

Eddie: I think he's been humbled.

Rick: It looks that way. But, we have to move on. Tonight, Simon Benson gets a shot at uppin' his stock in the IWA, as he goes on one one with "Violent" Evan Hurley!

(Lights fade, and Simon Says by Drain STH begins to play over the speakers. Simon and Sarah appear then slowly make their way to the ring. On the way down, Simon kinda staggers while holding his head.)

Eddie: He got a head injury or somethin'?

Rick: Yeah, that's right.

Eddie: So, Evan should be out any second . . .

Rick: Yup any second . . .

Eddie: . . . Yup . . .

Rick: Where the hell is Hurley!?!

Eddie: Technical problems?

(Finally Evan walks quietly out onto the stage with no entrance, his hair is messy and his black beard is unkempt. He is dressed in a pair of old looking gray kaki cargo pants and a blue and white hooded pullover. His brown eyes are blood shot ringed by dark sagging circles. He walks out with a mic in his hand.)

Eddie: Wow, Hurley looks like crap.

Rick: Man his girlfriend is near death have a heart man.

Hurley: I haven�t slept is four days . . . and my girlfriend Amy is still in the hospital in a coma. I wasn�t even going to come here tonight, but I guess I felt I owed you people something. Simon I have absolutely nothing against you man really . . . have the win ok . . . I just can�t do this right now.

Rick: This is real emotion here ladies and gentleman.

Hurley: Before I run back to the airport to catch a flight back to Florida to check up on Amy I have a few people to address and an announcements to make. First off Mike Barcode . . . man this is getting asinine . . . I want a match with you. You run in and beat the shit out of me and Cross down in EWWA . . . and for what? To show us the joys of insanity . . . hell no.

Eddie: Wow, Evan�s stepping it up a little bit here. I�ve never seen him so intense and outspoken before.

Rick: He�s on the brink of losing the love of his life . . . I�d guess he�s a little on edge.

Hurley: You�re the same Mike Barcode I met a year ago back stage in Alaska . . . you�re still teat whiny little waste of space that had the balls to call himself �The Legend� . . . that�s why I want you and I to do what you and I do best Mike Barcode . . . Hardcore rules Match . . . you and me Mikey. Whenever you want to sign the papers! I have a lot of pent up aggression right now . . . and you�re a perfect target.

Eddie: Holy crap . . . that sound bad ass!

Rick: If that goes through that could have the potential to rival the best matches we've ever had!

Hurley: Now . . . as I said before . . . I am dropping the moniker �Violent� from the beginning of my name. I�m tired of games and gimmicks . . . I�m a man Evan Hurley . . . this is a warning to anyone and everyone here in the IWA, Adam Burke, Super Shoink and myself are about to change the entire backdrop of the Toronto region of the Alliance . . . just get ready. Now if you�ll excuse me, I have to go.

Rick: Strong words from a dangerous man and hopefully next week . . .

Eddie: Hopefully, Vincent or Levin will sign that match and we�ll see a big ass blood bath!

Rick: Well I was going to say Hardcore Showdown but sure why not.

Eddie: WOOO!

Rick: OK fans, welcome back!

[We return from the break backstage. Adam Burke is standing by a Mountain Dew pop machine. He has the NWA Cruiserweight title over one shoulder, and the IWA International title around his waist. Burke stares at the giant Dew logo. Some lady, probably works there, walks by. Burke stops her.]

Burke: Look at this box thing. What beautiful color work, don't you think?

[The lady raises her eyebrows and backs away where she came from, making sure to avoid eye contact. Burke shrugs. As he does, he gets a glimpse of his World Cruiserweight title. He smiles and goes to a warm place far far away.]

Eddie: This guy is the Cruiserweight champ?

[Burke is suddenly brought back to reality, as Buzz Tyler walks up to him. Buzz has a grin on his face.]

Rick: And again. Buzz Tyler.

Eddie: It seems he's composed himself finally.

[Burke looks at Buzz oddly.]

Burke: Umm... aren't you that delightful Billy Crystal? Wait, no. That's Billy Crystal.

Buzz: So you're the new International champion.

Burke: Yeah. I like strawberries too.

[Burke smiles and returns to his warm place. Buzz snaps his fingers in his face.]

Buzz: HEY! I'm talkin' to you, Burke.

Burke: I'll have to double-check that, but I'll take your word for it.

Buzz: What, do you think I'm funny?

Burke: Uh... do you think I'm funny?

Buzz: I think you're stupid. And I think you don't deserve that International title. And I KNOW I do!

[Burke suddenly gets angry.]

Burke: Hey buddy! You had your run with this belt when you beat Logan. But, you lost it in 8 days to my cousin, because you aren't nothing but a useless jobber! Since that night, you've done nothing but embarrass yourself with loss after loss after loss..

[Buzz picks up crowbar that so happens to be on the table next to him. Burke stares down at it as he trails off.]

Burke: ...after...loss......SHIT!

[Adam Burke darts off so quickly, a cloud of dust outlining his body is left in his place. Buzz Tyler starts screaming.]

Buzz: AHH! I CAN'T TAKE THIS!

[Buzz starts swings the crowbar violently, striking the Mountain Dew machine. Repeatedly, he bashes away. Then, he moves on to the table and destroys by taking out the legs.]

Rick: Buzz lost it again. He's just loopy.

Eddie: What a dolt.

[Buzz moves on to the window of a room, and smashes it with one crisp blow. He takes a piece of glass, puts it in his mouth and starts chewing it.]

Eddie: Ooooooooookay.......

Rick: AH! That's gotta hurt.

[Buzz laughs, causing pieces of the glass to fly out of his mouth. Blood starts drooling out. Buzz grabs the camera and pulls it right up to his face. He stares inside for a few seconds then spits blood onto the camera. The screen is now blotched. We can barely see anything, but from the sounds of it, Buzz is destroying more things.]

Rick: What the hell is wrong with this guy?? He just got suspended two weeks ago for this!

Eddie: Buzz Tyler. That's what's wrong with him. Buzz Tyler. Just, Buzz Tyler.

[Suddenly, we hear the cameraman scream as he is obviously attacked by Buzz. The camera flies in the air and crashes to the floor, ending the segment. We cut back to ringside. Rick and Eddie stare at each other, boggled.]

Rick: That was odd.

Eddie: Who chews glass? Really!

Rick: Someone who is clearly gone a little mad. This whole promotion is mad, Eddie. It's a wonder we're still up and running.

Eddie: What can ya say? The fans love seeing loopy guys fight to a bloody end.

Rick: Up next we have more loopy guys. This time, it's loopy Cruiserweights, going for the Cruiserweight title in this loopy place!

Eddie: Rick's gettin' riled up folks!

Rick: The loopy Super Shoink defends against the loopy Steve Riggs! Now, to the ring for the loopiness!

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

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

[The last word is barely heard, when Steve Riggs steps out from the locker room area. He walks towards the ring with his IWA Tag team title belt..]

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

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

Rick: This'll be a huge test for Super Shoink, going against former HCWF Heavyweight champ, Steve Riggs!

Eddie: JOYS OF INSANITY!

Rick: Why are you screaming?

Eddie: It's just a good line, Rick. (Shoink does something funny, and you wish you were at the show to see. Let Shoink hops in the ring.)

DING DONG!

(Riggs and Shoink lock up, but Riggs hits a big right hand. Shoink catches, and puts him into an armdrag. Riggs pushes Shoink into the ropes, and leans down. Shoink leap frogs, and catches Riggs's neck on the way down, riding that into a bulldog.)

Rick: Super Shoink is all over the place!

Eddie: The IWA Cruiserweight champ's takin' it to Riggs.

(Shoink sits on the top rope, waiting for Riggs to stand up. Riggs gets to his feet, and Shoink launches off the turnbuckle with a moonsault, knocking Riggs back down, Shoink hooks the leg.)

Rick: 1.....2.....kick out by Steve Riggs! Both men stand back up, and Steve scoop slams him and knocks him out of the ring with a large forearm.

(Shoink stands outside the ring, gathering himself, and climbs the turnbuckle back into the ring. Steve charges, and jumps at Shoink, catching his head, into the frankensteiner. Steve goes up top, and attempts a frog splash. Shoink rolls out of the way. Shoink lifts up Riggs, Snap Suplex. Then another. Shoink covers.)

Eddie: 1.....2.....and Riggs kicks outta that one. Sucka.

Rick: Wha?

Eddie: Can you dig it?

Rick: Don't ever talk to me again.

Eddie: WHAT?

Rick: Nevermind. Shoink grabs Riggs by the hair, but Riggs low blows Shoink, blatantly..

(The Ref scolds Riggs, and threatens him with a DQ, as Shoink gets to his feet. The Ref allows the match to continue, but yells at Riggs. Riggs and Shoink lock up. Riggs pushes Shoink into the ropes again, and lets him come back at him. He jumps, and Shoink comes back the other way. Riggs pushes him down, and rolls him into a small package.)

Rick: Riggs with a pin! 1.....2.....and Super Shoink just BARELY kicks out of that!

(Shoink gets to his feet first, and stomps at Riggs as he tries to stand. Shoink climbs the turnbuckle, but Steve Riggs manages to get to one foot, and push him to the outside. Riggs gets to his feet, and backs up. He charges, and dives over the top rope hitting Shoink with a crossbody.)

Eddie: Riggs is friggin out of it! Knock that stuff off loon.

Rick: They're both going at it outside, and Shoink tries to kick Riggs, but Steve grabs it, spins him around, and hits a Roundhouse! Shoink crashes to the ground. Steve picks him up, and grapples from behind.

Eddie: I'm so sick of this crap! He's right in front of us, and he German Suplexes Shoink right through our announces table! Ass!

(Steve slowly stands up, as Shoink lay twitching in the rubble of the table. He picks up the wobbling Super Shoink, and rolls him into the ring. Riggs moves towards the ropes.)

Eddie: At least one good thing will come out of this. Shoink's dead.

Rick: Riggs with a lionsault! But Super Shoink gets the knees up! Riggs's ribs and internal organs get crushed against the knees of Super Shoink!

(Steve Riggs rolls around the mat in pain, as Shoink slowly gets to his feet. Shoink going up top, and flies towards Riggs nailing him with a knee drop. He lifts up Steve, and nails him with a DDT by Shoink, laying Riggs out.)

Eddie: Riggs is going to lose this matchup, if he doesn't get off his ass.

Rick: He's starting to stir as Super Shoink once heads up top.

(Shoink climbs the turnbuckle, and jumps off. Out of nowhere, Steve Riggs sits up, and catches Shoink in mid-air, slamming him down to the mat. He lifts Shoink up, and moves him towards the turnbuckle. Tornado DDT by Riggs, and Shoink is down.)

Rick: Shoink is down after that devastating Tornado DDT from Riggs. The cover.

ONE

TWO

Eddie: NEW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMP!

THREE

Rick: NOOOOOO! Shoink kicked out! All of this. The high-risk impact, the table, and Super Shoink kicked out! Riggs is up, and he's furious. Shoink is down, but he's crawling. He pulls Riggs down onto the mat by his feet, and starts to hook in the Shoink Side Stretch! Shoink's got the Shoink Side Stretch on Riggs!

(As Riggs struggles, Mike Barcode comes running down from the back, and gets up on the ring apron, distracting the ref.)

Rick: Riggs is tapping, but the ref is distracted by Mike Barcode! Wait! Here comes the NWA Cruiserweight Champion! Adam Burke just pulled Mike Barcode down. Barcode's high-tailing it to the back, and Burke is following after him. Shoink has broken the hold, and both men in the ring are back up, but the referee is still occupied with Barcode and Adam Burke.

Eddie: Stupid Ref.

Rick: Hey! Out of the crowd! It's Simon Benson, and he's got a brick! Riggs sees him, and holds Shoink, but Shoink wiggles out, and Benson nails Riggs with that brick! Shoink clips Benson's knee, and grabs him by the neck, tossing him out of the ring!

Eddie: REF!

(Barcode and Burke are now out of sight, and the ref turns around to see Shoink covering Steve Riggs.)

ONE

TWO

THREE

Rick: The champ retains! The champ retains! All that nonsense, and Shoink still managed to pull out the win!

["Sirius" by the Alan Parsons Project begins to play and the crowd stands and cheers for their IWA Extreme Champion "The Natural" Mike Bell.]

Eddie: What a way to come back from commercials! GO BELL! GO BELL!

Rick: He looks hurt.

Eddie: Well golly gee. I wonder what from. Rick, you dumb ass.

[The fans remember what happened last week as Mike Bell and Chris Mann put on a display worthy of being a PPV Main Event anywhere in the world. As Mike Bell comes out you can see that he is heavily bandaged up because the match was probably the most brutal that has ever been witnessed in the IWA. His ribs are taped up, more or less as a precautionary move and his head and face has bandages also. He is moving with a slight limp as he enters the ring and takes out a house mic]

Bell: You know something. Last week you people sat out there and watched two men...

[He stops himself]

Bell: No, two brothers literally go out and try to kill each other. But, I am happy to say that it is finally over. Chris gave it everything that he had and so did I. Which is why I am fortunate to say that I come here tonight still your IWA Extreme Champion which means that as soon as Tyler Lee musters enough courage to put that NeWA World Hardcore.....

[He never gets to finish]

["Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent begins to play, and the crowd once again stands up and immediately begins to look back towards the entrance ramp as an equally bandaged Chris Mann appears on the entrance ramp. "The Rougue Horseman" is wearing jeans and an old DWA t-shirt. Mike Bell now has a look of confusion on his face because this is something completely unexpected. Chris Mann then begins walking towards the ring and he is not taking his eyes off of Mike Bell]

Bell: Hold on Chris

["The Rouge Horseman" raises his hand as if to say that he is only coming to talk and he enters the ring. The two former DWA members then get just a few feet from one another and that is when Mann in handed a house mic]

Rick: This is getting good, folks.

Mann: Look Mike, I only came out here for a couple of reasons ok. First off, I want to congratulate you on a job well done. Our match last week was even better than I could have ever hoped for.

[Bell doesn't know how to gauge this just yet]

Mann: But you know what Mike?

[Mike Bell puts his hands on his hips]

Mann: It could be better a second time around

Bell: A second time around?

[Chris Mann smiles]

Mann: You got it Mike. Chris Mann vs Mike Bell II and this time at the PPV... Wrestle Wars 3!

Eddie: YES!

[The crowd erupts into cheers about the possibility of Chris Mann and Mike Bell going at it a second time around but the cheers are quickly halted as Mike Bell shakes his head no]

Bell: No Chris

Eddie: Huh?

[The fans can't believe what they just heard]

Bell: It isn't going to happen

Mann: Why not Mike? Listen to them, listen to the disappointment. Did you hear the enthusiasm in their cheers just a minute ago when I suggested that we do it again?

[Again, there is a massive amount of cheers from the fans as they would love to see Bell vs Mann II]

Eddie: DO IT BELL!

[Chants of "HARDCORE" start up and Chris Mann begins to fire them up by getting them to cheer louder. This makes Bell hang his head as if he really doesn't want to do it again against his best friend but it is increasingly becoming apparant that it is what the fans and Chris Mann wants]

Mann: Besides, Mike. You have said all along that it is all about what the fans want. Well, they are speaking to you Mike

Rick: He's got a point.

[The fans are screaming "ONE MORE TIME" over and over again and Mike Bell is about to say something but before he does Chris Mann says something that literally blows the roof off of the place]

Mann: If you want to see Chris Mann and Mike Bell hook up again for the IWA Extreme Title then let the man know NOW

[The screams are now louder than ever as the fans are totally in to this idea]

Eddie: YEAH! WOOO!! DO IT! BELL!!! WOO!!!

Mann: I tell you what. If you want to see Chris Mann and Mike Bell get it on ONE MORE TIME in a.....

[He turns to face the camera and the fans]

Mann: HELL ON THE CELL MATCH then let the man know

Rick: Hell ON a cell!?!?!

[Mike Bell's eyes get wide as the fans are totally in to this idea]

Crowd:: HELL ON A CELL!!!! HELL IN A CELL!!!! HELL ON A CELL!!!!!!

[Chris Mann then looks at Mike Bell and shrugs his shoulders]

Mann: It's for the fans. Remember

[Mike Bell extends out his arms sideways]

Bell: Why do you want to do this Chris? Why do you want to risk it all? Look at what we did to each other last week Chris. Dude, these bandages are for real Chris. We almost killed each other. Why on this god's green earth would you want to do it all again for?

Mann: Remember, we are doing it for the fans. That is what you wanted to do, please the fans, isn�t it? And what would do more to please the bloodthirsty hardcore fans of the IWA than a match in which to win you must throw your opponent off the top of a sixteen foot steel cage!?

[Mann laughs. But it is a strange, almost crazy laugh. Bell begins to look worried.]

Bell: Chris, please�I don�t think you�re in the right mindset. You probably just need more rest. Besides, we had our match, and I proved to you how serious I am about�

Mann: Yes Mike, I know. You�ve proved to me that you are serious about elevating the IWA Extreme Title and finally gaining the NeWA Hardcore Title. Believe me�I know.

["The Rogue Horseman" touches a bandage on his head lightly�and a smile comes across his face.]

Mann: So, if you want to elevate that title belt, then I�m going to do everything to help you. Even if it means we have to beat the shit out of each other ONE MORE TIME!

Crowd and Eddie: ONE MORE TIME!!!! ONE MORE TIME!!!!

Bell: You didn�t answer my question Chris. Why do you want to do this again? Why do you want to put yourself through the pain again?

[Mann smiles�but seems more sane. More in control.]

Mann: Funny�that�s the question I�ve been asking you ever since I came to the IWA.

[Bell is physically shaken. He knows Mann has a point.]

Mann: So I�m making you this offer Mike. If you win, you�ll have proof positive that "The Natural" is worth more than any NeWA belt. And if you lose�

[Mann gets very serious, looking his friend directly in the eyes.]

Mann: �I promise to make that piece of gold�

[He points to the IWA Extreme Title Belt]

Mann: �the greatest Hardcore championship in the history of the Alliance.

[Bell stares at Mann for a moment unmoving, with the crowd cheering wildly. They want this to happen.]

Mann: So what do you say Mike? I like it. The fans most certainly like it!

[The fans respond with a roar of approval.]

Mann: How about you?

Rick: Is Bell gonna do it?? Is he gonna put on another performance of a lifetime against Chris Mann?

[Bell looks trapped. He glances from Mann, to the fans, and then back to Mann. Words seem to have escaped him, and he drops his house mic. He stares directly at Chris Mann�and nods. The crowd goes berserk.]

Crowd: HELL ON A CELL!!!! HELL ON A CELL!!!! HELL ON A CELL!!!! <>[A smile grows on Mann�s face, and he places his hand on Bell�s shoulder.]

Mann: Mikey likes it!!! He really, really likes it!

[At that point Bell backs away ever so slowly and steps through the ropes before raising the mic to his mouth]

Bell: I guess if that is the way that you want it Chris. Then that is the way that it is going to have to be.

[Mike Bell then drops the mic and hops to the arena floor still grasping the IWA Extreme Title tightly on his shoulder. Chris Mann smiles himself and then exits the ring, as the audience is going berzerk over the announcement.]

Rick: Bell vs. Mann II! Wrestle Wars!

Eddie: WOOO!

Rick: OK, fans. Kab emoclew!

Eddie: Umm... huh?

Rick: You told me to try and switch my welcoming line. So I said "welcome back" backwards.

Eddie: . . . Just stick with the original.

Rick: Ugh. OK, It's time for a huge International title matchup!

Eddie: Yes! The one-man wrecking crew takes on the wussiest of all champions!

Rick: Uh, yeah. In other words, the Pheonix... Jeckel, will challenge "The Tiger" Adam Burke!

Eddie: Burke is in trouble! Jeckel has been on a tear, taking out opponents left and freakin' right!

Rick: That's true. And Burke is right in his path.

(Darkness fills the arena, and silence reigns. And after a few intolerably tense moments, a voice.)

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

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

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

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

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

(Another flash of Pyro goes off and the lights come back on and Jeckel is standing in the middle of the ring looking as cold as ever. Jeckel raises his arms in the air and he looks overcome by rage.)

Eddie: The Tiger's in trouble.

(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!

(The two men begin to circle. Jeckel charges and they lock up. Jeckel tosses Burke across the ring.)

Rick: Damn. What strength!

(Burke gets up and charges at Jeckel, but The Phoenix takes him to the mat with a drop-toe hold. Burke gets up and swings with a wild right. Jeckel ducks it and drops Burke to the mat with a rock bottom, sending the champ rolling out of the ring for safety.)

Eddie: Wow. Burke is being manhandled in the early going.

Rick: This might be his toughest challenge to date!

Eddie: Tougher than Besolve?

Rick: Well . . .

(Burke circles the ring for the maximum amount of time, before reluctantly climbing back on the apron. Burke gets in the ring. Jeckel charges towards the champ, but The Tiger dives out of the ring to safety.)

Eddie: Wait-to-go Burke! Stay away from The Phoenix!

Rick: Burke is afraid! He's petrified!

Eddie: Yeah, but he's petrified of everyone!

(Burke finally slides back in. He takes a deep breath and locks up with the Jeckel. Burke with a quick go-behind and a German suplex. Burke back on his feet with a smile.)

Eddie: Uh oh.

(Jeckel from behind, plows through the double champion with a forearm to the back of the head, sparking boos from the audience. Jeckel picks Burke up and whips him in the corner. He charges, but Burke moves. Burke with a series of stiff martial arts kicks to the body and legs. Then, he whips his challenger into the opposite corner. Jeckel stumbles out and barely ducks a clothesline, then throws Burke to the mat.)

Rick: Burke just can't get past Jeckel's offense here!

(Jeckel pulls Burke up, and a snap suplex takes him down. Jeckel on the second rope now. He leaps off and plants an elbow deep into the sternum of the champ.)

Rick: What an elbow... and now a cover. This could be it . . .

ONE . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . . . kickout.

(Jeckel brings Burke up. A snapmare takes Burke down. Jeckel locks on a sleeper hold real tight. Then, he starts twirling in a circle with the move still on, causing Burke to spin around lifelessly.)

Eddie: Damn. That's new!

(Jeckel releases him, and Burke flies across the ring, landing hard. Jeckel allows him to get up, and tosses him in the ropes. Jeckel drops for a back-body, but Burke photographs it and DDT's him to the ground.)

Rick: Nice move from The Tiger.

Eddie: The Tiger vs. The Phoenix. Cool.

(Both men begin to get to their feet. Burke first, then Jeckel. The Tiger swings, but it's ducked. Jeckel with a connecting right hand. He stuffs Burke's head under his arm, going for a suplex. But Burke lifts him up and spinebusters him down.)

Rick: Huge impact! Burke's going up top now!

Eddie: High risk!

(Burke leaps backwards with the huge moonsault and connects large.)

Rick: HE GOT HIM! THE COVER . . .

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

Eddie: Whew.

(With the crowd solidly behind him, Burke pulls Jeckel back up. He whips him in the ropes and drops Jeckel to the mat with a back-body drop. Jeckel returns to his feet. Burke kicks him in the stomach, then spins with a roundhouse. But The Phoenix ducks the kick and T-bone's him down. Jeckel now drops to his knees and starts wailing on his opponent with rights to the temple.)

Rick: Look at Jeckel go with those rights!

Eddie: Seriously! He's going nuts!

(Shot after shot after shot, until Burke is bloodied. The crowd is booing. A smile creeps on Jeckel's face as he pulls Burke to his feet. An Irish whip sends the International and World Cruiserweight champ into the corner. Jeckel charges after him, but Burke ducks down and propels him in the air, to the floor.)

Eddie: Bad landing there! Burke is starting to figure Jeckel out, I think.

Rick: Burke takes a run... SUICIDE DIVE! Jeckel is down! Listen to the crowd!

(Burke raises his arms in the arm, then he slides his opponent in the ring. Burke now going back to the top rope.)

Rick: Burke could end it here with this!

Eddie: NO! Jeckel getting back up!

(The Phoenix has returned to his and quickly bounces himself off the ropes, crotching Burke. Jeckel now climbs the same corner. He throws Burke's arm over his head, and leaps backwards. Burke slams hard against the mat after the superplex.)

Eddie: HUGE superplex! That rocked the world town.

Rick: It did a lot of damage on the champ.

(Jeckel brings Burke up. Jeckel smacks the International champ, sending some blood flying. Then, he stuffs Burke's head between his legs. Burke is brought up in the air and powerbombed down.)

Rick: OUCH! What a powerbomb!

Eddie: He hooks the legs!

1!

2!

Kickout!

Rick: Wow. Burke barely able to kick out that time.

(Jeckel wipes the blood of Burke's face and smiles. He pulls him to his feet and whips him in the ropes. Burke comes darting back, and plants Jeckel with a superkick to the throat.)

Eddie: THE TIGER'S CLAW! IT'S OVER!!!

(Burke drapes his arm over Jeckel.)

Crowd: ONE!

Crowd: TWO!

Crowd: THREE!

Rick: NO! KICKOUT! JECKEL KICKS OUT!

Eddie: Oh man!

(Burke pulls himself back up. He can't believe what he witnessed. Now, Jeckel slowly begins getting back up.)

Rick: Burke looks like he's gonna go for another Tiger's Claw! A second one will SURELY end this thing.

(Jeckel gets up and turns around. Burke charges with the kick.)

Rick: Jeckel ducks it! The Phoenix goes for a big right . . . but it misses! Burke comes back... THERE IT IS! THE TIGER'S CLAW!!!

Eddie: A SECOND TIGER'S CLAW!

(Burke quickly drops down and hooks the legs.)

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

NO!!!!!!

Eddie: AH! He kicked out!! TWICE!!!

Rick: HOW THE HELL DID JECKEL JUST KICK OUT OF TWO TIGER'S CLAWS?

Eddie: I think Burke's wondering that himself!

(Burke gets to his feet. He looks down at Jeckel in disbelief. A look of panic and worry rush to his face. Burke begins shaking his head and he slides out of the ring.)

Rick: What's he doing?

(Burke grabs his two title belts. Still shaking his head "no", he heads up the ramp.)

Eddie: He's walking out! He doesn't know how to beat Jeckel, so he's leaving! Coward!

(Jeckel has gotten to his feet. He stares at Burke as he continues heading to the back. The ref is counting.)

"FIVE"

(The crowd is booing Burke's decision to leave. The Tiger reaches the ramp and stops. The crowd starts cheering as he turns back around.)

"SIX"

Rick: He's gonna go back! I think he's gonna go back!

"SEVEN"

Eddie: He better hurry.

(Burke takes a deep breath and starts to head back down the ramp.)

"EIGHT"

Rick: YES! He's going back.

Eddie: RUN!

(Suddenly, two figures come rushing from the entrance.)

(SMACK!)

Rick: OH MY GOD! Steve Riggs just layed Burke out with a steel chair!

"NINE"

(Steve Riggs and Mike Barcode each take another swing at Burke and run away through the crowd.)

Rick: NO!

"TEN!"

Eddie: NOO! JECKEL GOT SCREWED!

Rick: Not just Jeckel, Eddie! Burke got screwed too! The Hardcore Contingent is out of line!

[Backstage again. This time, we're in Buzz Tyler's dressing room. It's empty, save for Buzz himself, who is sitting on a bench with his face in his hands.]

Eddie: Oh goody. The residential jobber.

[Just then, the door flies open, crashing against the wall. In the doorway stands a wide-eyed and very angry Aaron Levin. Behind him are several security guards. Buzz looks up suddenly, with his jaw dropped in worry.]

Aaron: BUZZ FUCKING TYLER!!!

[Buzz stares at the commish, clearly frigthened. Levin enters the room, and a handful of guards follow.]

Aaron: YOU STUPID, LYING, USELESS...ASSHOLE!

Rick and Eddie: Whoa.

Aaron: I GAVE YOU A GREAT CHANCE HERE! AND YOU BLEW IT! I'VE HAD IT BUZZ! YOU'RE FIRED!!!

Eddie: YYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Rick: Fired?!?!

[Buzz is in near tears as he pleads for his job.]

Buzz: Please, sir. Don't do this! I need the IWA! I've always been at home here. This IS my home.

Levin: Should've thought of that BEFORE you cost this company $6000 of damage!

Buzz: I'm sorry! I'll pay for it. Let me pay for it. It's just...

[Buzz lowers his head.]

Buzz: You don't know what's it's like to be me. You don't know how I think. I have this great emptiness inside me, sir. It's a feeling that hurts and makes me want to hurt others.

Eddie: This is bull.

[Buzz looks up. He struggles to keep eye contact with the angry commish.]

Buzz: I have a problem. I'm addicted to title belts.

Eddie: Oh god... kick him out of the arena.

Buzz: I lose my head, Aaron..

Levin: SIR!

Buzz: Sorry, sir. When I have a title belt, it means something to me. It means I'm a champion. It means I'm important. Powerful. MEANINGFULL. Please sir. All I ask for is ONE title match. Just one more. If I lose, then I'll leave, and try to find help.

Eddie: Don't listen to him! He's lying! He's evil!

Levin: One more shot, eh? Hmm. I'm gonna have to give it some thought.

[Pause.]

Levin: NO!!! YOU'RE FIRED! BOYS, TAKE HIM OUT OF THE BUILDING!!

Eddie: Wooo!

[The handful of security guards, all quite large by the way, rush Buzz. Two men grab his arms, while another takes hold of his legs. They drag Buzz away, while he kicks and screams.]

Buzz: NO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!!!

[Cut to ringside. Eddie is smiling frome ear to ear.]

Eddie: WOOOO!

Rick: I can't believe it. Buzz Tyler was just fired!

Eddie: WOOOO!

Rick: Wow.

Eddie: WOOOO!

Rick: OK, enough Eddie.

Eddie: ...

Rick: ...

Eddie: WOOOO!

Rick: Ah jeez. Lets just go to a break.

Rick: Welcome back fans. We just saw the FIRING of long-time IWA wrestler, Buzz Tyler.

Eddie: WOOO!

Rick: EDDIE!

Eddie: I'm done. Sorry.

Rick: Buzz Tyler has been a main part of IWA TV since, damn near our birth several years ago. And now he's gone.

Eddie: Damn right! Now, lets forget about Buzz Tyler completely and never utter his name again.

Rick: Well, regardless of what we do about Buzz, we have a show to run. Former NeWA Cruiserweight champion, Ozmodious has asked for a couple of minutes, and the new commish has given him the time.

Eddie: What? Who the hell cares about Ozmodious?!? I want to see tables and chairs, and ladders, and...

Rick: You know Eddie, there is more to a show than just watching two people bleed all over the arena.

Eddie: Yeah? Like what?

Rick: Just shut up and watch.

(A Purple spotlight shines on the entryway and "King Nothing" by Metallica begins to play. The curtains part and Ozmodious steps through the curtain, wearing a dark blue three piece suit and a white mask. He has a cane in his left hand and slowly walks down the aisle with a slight limp. He makes his way up the stairs and through the ropes, then waits as his music ends. He then reaches inside his suit jacket and pulls out a mic.)

Ozmodious: Full circle... I started my NeWA career in the IWA, and now I close the books on my career in the very same ring. It is amazing how things can come back and surprise you when you least expect it.

Rick: Oh. This doesn't sound good.

Ozmodious: First off, the past several months have been some of the best times of my life. I have been fairly successful in the ring this year. A cruiserweight title reign that lasted almost three months, a run at the Lou Thesz tourney where I beat Lance Panzer, possibly the greatest North American champion, and Benoit Dreygon, one of the top men in the business, and I took former World champion Mike Lennox to the edge in my last match in the MWL.

Rick: He ain't kiddin' folks. He came within a hair of beating Lennox that night.

Ozmodious: However, since that match with Lennox, I have been on borrowed time. During that match, I suffered a number of injuries that have kept me from competing at the level I SHOULD be at, and it has been wearing on me. I suffered injuries that had several doctors telling me to take several months off from the ring and gone into rehab. They told me that I should swallow my pride and disappear into the shadows until such time as I was back to my old self, and then come back to the level I was at before I faced Lennox. However, I did not listen, because I thought that I knew better. My pride blinded me to the truth, and Super Shoink did what many people have tried. He ended my career.

Eddie: So Ozmodious is retired... Big deal. Can we get back to the matches and have some blood?

Rick: Eddie, Ozmodious is one of the foremost cruiserweights in the World! This is a HUGE loss tonight. Show the respect this man deserves!

Eddie: Bah!

(Ozmodious begins to slowly pace across the ring with the cane, and he stops at a corner, where he leans on the ropes and begins to speak again.)

Ozmodious: Now, before I slip away into the sunset, I have some things I want to get off my chest. First off, to the current IWA Cruiserweight champion, Super Shoink. I do not blame you for what happened. I came to the ring and competed against you, knowing that you had the ability to wrestle a complete match against me. I knew that you had the ability to see a weakness and attack it, and that is what happened. Good luck in the future, because you earned that belt you have.

(Ozmodious looks at the crowd as they applaud.)

Ozmodious: Adam Burke. You have a title that has a long and distinguished history. You have the opportunity to add to that history, and I wish you all the luck in the world with that title. Give that belt your heart and soul, because it deserves nothing less than the best.

(Again the audience voices their approval of the comments.)

Ozmodious: The former champion, Blade. Calib, there is only one thing that I can say about your latest antics. Pathetic. You lost your title to Burke, then got beaten to a pulp by Paradox, and now you have the audacity to PROCLAIM YOURSELF THE WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION?!?! Desperation takes many forms, and all of them are ugly. Proclaiming yourself champion does not make you a champion. Just ask Lake Storm.

Eddie: Ah. Now there's a REAL man.

Rick: You're an awful human being, not deserving of the air you breathe.

Ozmodious: I held the television title, and I won it after giving every ounce of every fiber of my being for that title. To see you debase that title makes me hope Boog gets his match against you and I hope he... to steal his phrase, HURTS YOUR BODY SO BAD!!!

(At the mention of Boog's catchphrase, the crowd pops, just like Pavlov's dog.)

Ozmodious: Matt Saunders... I had so much hope in you. I handed you your big break in the NeWA, and you ran with it. You ran with it right to the edge of the cliff, and kept right on going over the edge. Time after time you have been given a shot at becoming more than the former television champion, and you have blown it big time. Look at the last PPV. Vary beat you in less than five minutes. To have slipped from the top of the heap to the bottom like you have, is just embarrassing to have to watch. Do us all a favor, and go back to Florida with the rest of the EWWA. Because you no longer have that fire which made you so great.

Rick: Ozmodious is not pulling his punches at Saunders or Wallace. He is just laying into them from the middle of the ring.

Ozmodious: Mike Bell. Former three time World champion. Mann is correct, you ARE so much better than the hardcore title. All that you are going to get from that title is an early retirement. Look at the former champions and ask yourself where they are now. Vincent Valerie, Neurosis, Snakeeyes, Ty Walker, Frag Sinister, Jeremy Knyte, Benoit Dreygon... They are all gone now. Forget that title and do what you do best Mike. Do it because it is the right thing to do for your career.

Eddie: Alright, now he's pushin' it!!

Ozmodious: Also, you still owe me a rematch for the one time we did meet. Now you are possibly wondering what I mean by that, so I will jog your memory a little.

(He pauses before continuing.)

Ozmodious: It was the same night that Boog beat you for the World title. You and I had a small match down in Rio where I tried to shave the head of your wife. Do you remember yet? I bet that you do, but in case you don't, I will give you a final clue.

(Ozmodious sets the mic on the top turnbuckle and reaches behind his head. He slowly unlaces the mask, and pulls it off. His hair falls in front of his face, and the mask drops from his hand.)

Eddie: Who is it? Who is under the mask?

Rick: Give him a moment and you will see. I think I know who it is though.

Eddie: Who? Who?

Rick: Just wait two frickin' seconds!

Eddie: Jeez...

(Ozmodious lifts his head, and pulls the hair back, exposing his face to a massive cheer.)

Eddie: JEEZ!!! I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD!!!!

Rick: I can't believe it... When he lost the Television title to Saunders and disappeared, I thought that was the last that we were going to see of him!

(Ozmodious looks around and begins to smile. He then reaches over to the turnbuckle and picks up the mic.)

Ozmodious: For those of you who do not recognize me, let me introduce myself. My name is Raymond Masters, and I once was a professional wrestler.

Rick: An amazing, world-class professional wrestler!

Raymond: When I first joined the NeWA, I found this offbeat little place in the corner of Canada that had some pretty good talent. They also had a promoter named Mike Vincent who saw some potential in me, and put me into the ring against a guy named Snow Wolf. I won my first match and then proceeded to allow another promoter named Darryl Marin to fill my head with false hopes and promises.
Looking back, I see that was possibly one of the biggest mistakes that I made in my NeWA career. I gave up a guaranteed spot in one of the most prestigious feds in the world for the IWF, a two bit fly by night promotion that lacked everything you could ever dream about. They were soon kicked out of the NeWA, and I moved on to what I thought were better pastures. However, I never did find anyplace with the same backstage mindset and mentality that I found here.

(The crowd cheers. They love the IWA.)

Raymond: I quickly realized that this place was like a second home I never had, and I then went to Mike with an idea to let me get back into the IWA. We talked it over and soon started one of the most entertaining angles that I have ever had, along with Jason Jousma. Mike gave us complete creative control, and we ran with the ball, and just had fun.

Eddie: I remember those matches that they had. LOTS of carnage... Remember the Battlefield match at Wrestle Wars 2?

Rick: Can't forget a thing like that.

Raymond: I am starting to ramble, and it is not fair to you fans for me to hog the ring the entire night. So let me end by saying that I am going to have a lot of good memories of the IWA, and I wish health and happiness to just about everyone in the back.
This is it folks. It has been fun to entertain you, but my body has broken down, and I am going to enjoy my retirement. I do not want to overstay my time in this place and be remembered as someone who was once great, but has been reduced to punch, kick, slam, finisher. So to the guys in the soundbooth. One last time, hit my music.

("Blaze Of Glory" by Bon Jovi begins to play, and Ray climbs to the second turnbuckle as a spotlight shines on him. He slowly raises his hand, and points into the crowd, then sweeps his hand the crowd. A small applause begins to break out across the arena, and snowballs into a massive standing ovation.)

Rick: Listen to this! The fans are giving Ray a standing ovation! And I'm going to join!

(Rick gets up. He pulls Eddie up to his feet and begins applauding.)

Eddie: This sucks.

(Ray rolls out of the ring. He makes his way up the ramp, as the ovation builds to a deafening level. Ray then slips through the curtains and the spotlight goes out.)

Rick: The NeWA just lost a great, great man.

Rick: Welcome back. We just witnessed the official retirement of NeWA superstar, Ray Masters. A man who got his start right here in the IWA a few years ago.

Eddie: Ah, buttons to it all! Lets have some wrestling!

Rick: Eddie, you need to have more respect for the people who make it possible for you to have a job.

Eddie: Job? Huh? Oh. . . you mean commentating.

Rick: Jeez. Well fans, we have a potentially amazing match up next.

Eddie: Mann/Bell!!

Rick: That was last week. And, well, next month, too! Wrestle Wars! Mann/Bell II!

Eddie: Yeah, I know. But lets have another one now! Last week's was SOOO frickin' awesome!

Rick: Yeah, it was. In a sick, twisted sort of way. Harcode match of the year, in my view.

Eddie: Puts the NeWA Hardcore title to shame!

Rick: Yeah, it did.

Eddie: Awe-inspiring, it truly was.

Rick: Anyway, as I was saying, what a match we have coming up!

Eddie: Mann/Bell??

Rick: Ugh.

Eddie: Oh. Sorry.

Rick: Adam Knight, the World champion. The man who is at the top of the Alliance. The man who has to be considered the best wrestler in the NeWA at this time!

Eddie: Phooey!

Rick: Adam Knight will go one-on-one in a non-title match against the madman, Mike Barcode!

Eddie: One half of the Hardcore Contingent and tag team champions, Barcode has went in a completely messed up direction recently with his partner Steve Riggs.

Rick: Oh, he's truly got some issues. Those two go around hurting people, claiming that it enlightens them, or something. The gist of it is that they believe pain leads to happiness, and therefore want to hurt the whole world to make it a better place.

Eddie: Although the idea is stupid, the means of getting there certainly are nice.

Rick: Ugh. Lets just go to the ring.

Eddie: Hey wait! Why's it a non-title match?

Rick: Knight is the World champ, Eddie. And although I think Barcode is deserving of a title shot, these things have to go through proper paper work through the NeWA front office before being considered.

Eddie: Uh. Lets just go to the ring.

Rick: That's what I said!

Eddie: Now now. No need to get upset. You're a good commentator, too.

Rick: Why can't I pick my own partner?

[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

[Barcode enters the ring, jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle, and stares at the crowd. He gets back down, hands his belt down to ringside, and stands ready.]

[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: Hey, there's that ring announcer again! I think he travels with Knight.

Rick: Heh.

[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: Copy and frickin' paste, baby!

(Now, Adam and Barcode have a staredown.)

Rick: This one ought to be pretty good.

Eddie: Are you kidding me? The world champion of snooze, Adam Knight, is in this match; it is going to suck.

Rick: Are you insane? Adam Knight is the alliance�s world champion and the�

Eddie: (Holding onto the belch as long as he can) bbbbbbbbbuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrppppppp. What were you saying?

Rick: I hate you.

(Oblivious to the commentator�s little tiff, the match begins. The men lock in a collar and elbow tie up as Steve Riggs shouts encouragement from ringside. Knight hurls Barcode toward the corner, easily outpowering his foe.)

Rick: Mike doesn�t want to test Knight�s strength.

Eddie: You can say that again.

(Barcode rises quickly, but Knight measures him with a boot to the ribs. The push kick sent Mike reeling to the canvas. Before recovery could take place, Adam again rushes in, this time driving his boot into Mike�s spine.)

Eddie: What a jerk, kicking a man when he�s down.

Rick: I thought you liked that kind of move.

Eddie: I do, but not from Knight.

(MB is lifted to his feet and receives a knife edge chop once he is stabilized.)

Crowd: WOOOOO!

Rick: The Nature Boy�s legacy is alive and well in the NWA.

Crowd: WOOOOO!

(The crowd is reacting to the second chop, this one followed by a front waist lock. Lurching back, Adam whips Mike around with an up and under belly to belly suplex.)

Eddie: DEEZAM! Did you hear the impact there?

Rick: If Mike doesn�t get off the defensive then this one may be over before it starts.

(Not one to relent, Knight quickly jerks Barcode to his feet. Locking in a variant of the side headlock, Knight snaps backward into a Russian leg sweep.)

[Crowd pop]

Rick: Knight floats over and makes the cover�

1�

Eddie: You are the IWA Tag Champion, Mike, you are better than this!

2�

Eddie: KICK! KICK!

3..NO!

Rick: Kickout! It will take more than this blitzkrieg flurry to down the tag champ.

(Without the victory sealed, Knight goes back to work. He sends Mike sprinting into the far side ropes, running to the opposite side himself. The World Champion stumbles forward, being planted with a vicious 45 degree ddt.)

Rick: HEY! RIGGS GRABBED HIS ANKLE!

Eddie: You�re the one that likes to grab ankles, Rick. Riggs did nothing of the sort.

Rick: LIAR!

(Having helped his partner, Steve throws his arms up; eliciting quite a negative reaction.)

Eddie: They love the tag champs here in Canada.

[Crowd still booing Riggs� effort]

(In the ring Barcode looks to capitalize. Barcode sucker punches Knight straight in the eye, and knocks Knight's feet out from under him. Barcode stomps away at Adam a few times, before he pulls him up and whips him into the corner. Barcode runs to the turnbuckle closest to Knight, and waits.)

Rick: Knight better be careful, Barcode is ready and waiting. Knight stumbling out of the corner, Diving Spear by Mike Barcode! Mike Barcode just drilled Adam Knight into the mat! Barcode goes for the pin!

Eddie: 1...2...kickout by Adam Knight! The quickness of the move stunned Adam, but we aren�t close to the end just yet.

(As Knight gets to his feet, Barcode grabs him and throws him into the ring ropes, with an elbow to the gut. He wraps Knight's arms up in the ropes.)

Rick: Adam Knight can not escape, he can't move! The ref is telling Mike Barcode to let Knight go, or he'll end the match...but Barcode just ignores him!

(Barcode bounces off the opposite side of the ring, and nails Knight with a dropkick to the chest, sending Knight over the ropes, and letting him dangle on the outside.)

Rick: Barcode up on the turnbuckle, as he points at Adam Knight! Elbow off the top! OH! Mike Barcode's elbow just connected straight on with the top of Adam Knight's head! He's loose from the ropes, but he ain't moving!

(Barcode rolls back into the ring and waves to the crowd as Knight lays motionless on the outside.)

[Crowd boos like crazy]

(Mike starts to return to the outside, but the referee cuts him off. Steve Riggs takes this opportunity to do some damage. While Barcode and the ref jaw jack one another, Riggs loads up with a chair.)

Rick: This is such crap! The champ can�t be expected to fight off two guys, especially not if they are armed too.

Eddie: Excuses, excuses; knight is just getting whipped.

(Whipped indeed, the loud steel thud is like the buzzer for a soccer shot�someone just scored. In this case it was Riggs, who drove Knight further into dream land with an ear shattering shot between the eyes.)

[Boos blowing the roof off]

Rick: TURN AROUND REF!

(As the referee stops talking to Mike, Steve tosses away the chair. He leans in and sends Knight into the ring.)

(Barcode hooks the arms for a Double Arm DDT, and plants Knight on the mat.)

Rick: Adam Knight is down and out here, as Barcode goes for the cover.

1....2....no. Adam Knight kicks out of that one, but Barcode doesn't seem too upset. I'd be upset, that was one powerful DDT he hit Knight with.

Eddie: Barcode's a loon, but he's been keeping the offensive on Knight, which says something. Not a huge name in the alliance, but he's working his way up.

(Barcode on his feet, stomps at Adam Knight, kicking him in the side a couple times, before he again climbs the turnbuckle.)

Rick: Barcode launches with a diving fist towards Knight! But Knight moves!

Eddie: OH NO!

(Adam has a second wind and this is trouble for Barcode. Both men get to their feet quickly and barcode tries to regain the advantage with a punch.)

Rick: Blocked!

(Knight rocks Mike backward with a punch of his own. He grabs Barcode�s wrist.)

Eddie: Short arm clothesline! Steve, somebody, do something!

(Momentum is building for the champion as he powers Mike into the air.)

[Crowd pops like wild]

Rick: Gorilla press slam by Knight! What an amazing show of strength by Adam!

(Riggs jumps onto the ring apron.)

Rick: COME ON!

[Crowd pops?]

Eddie: HEY NOW!

(Adam grabs Riggs, bringing him head over heels into the ring. Steve is on his feet immediately, but is back on the ground twice as quick�courtesy of a Adam Knight kick.)

Rick: Adam better watch his back.

Eddie: He asked for this. He is the one that brought Steve into the ring.

(Creeping up from behind, Barcode swings�)

Rick: YES!!!!!! Knight ducked!

(Grabbing both men by the back of their necks, Adam slams their faces together with a double noggin knocker. Riggs reels into the ropes, where he is sent outside via a clothesline.)

Eddie: THIS ISN�T FAIR!

(Still hurt from the noggin knocker, Mike locks in a lackluster rear waist lock.)

Rick: TWO POINTS!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Knight mule kicks him and Barcode will be singing soprano for the next day and a half. Turning on a dime, Knight steps up to Barcode)

Rick: It�s Time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eddie: I hate this time.

[Crowd goes berserk]

(Knightfall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Adam Knight just lifted Mike and planted him with his patented version of the powerbomb.)

Rick: It�s all over.

1�

Eddie: kick out, baby, kick out!

2�

Rick: There is no chance of that.

3!!!

Eddie: Ugh.

Rick: Told you so, nobody gets out of the Knightfall.

(The referee calls for the bell as the fans reach a peak level of excitement.)

Rick: Welcome back. We just got word that Darrel Besolve has yet to arrive.

Eddie: What? I didn't get word!

Rick: OK, I got word. He spent the entire day at the hospital helping caring for his wife, Alexis.

Eddie: So he ain't coming, or what?

Rick: I'm being told that he should be coming. But it's not a for sure thing.

Eddie: He can't not show up! He's in the freaking main event! It's a damn cage match, Rick! HE CAN'T DISAPPOINT ME!

Rick: I don't know, Eddie. Keep your fingers crossed.

(Suddenly, "Enter Sandman" fills the arena.)

Rick: Uh oh. This could mean only one thing!

Eddie: VINCENT IS HOME!

(A chorus of boos fills the place as President Vincent dressed in a green and yellow suit.)

Rick: Quite the dresser.

(Vince has a huge smile as he hops along merrily to the ring.)

Rick: I can only imagine that he's got Boog on his mind.

Eddie: Boog-man. That fool.

(Vincent climbs into his ring. He pulls a mic from his pocket and waits for silence.)

Vincent: I've been away for two weeks.

(Cheers.)

Vincent: But now I'm back.

(Boos.)

Vincent: First off, I have to congratulate Chris Mann and Mike Bell for that incredible match last week. It was truly something else.

(The fans acknowledge the comment with an applause and some more cheers.)

Vincent: A broken leg or arm would have made for better TV, but what can ya do, right?

(OK, there go the cheers.)

Eddie: ALL HAIL THE PREZ!

Rick: Stop, Eddie. Please stop.

Eddie: I will not!

(Vincent continues.)

Vincent: I also have a big announcement concerning Wrestle Wars 3, on March 4 in Calgary. Tonight, Rush's main event is set to be Darrel Besolve vs. Matt Saunders, in a steel catch, grudge match.

Eddie: Oh baby! I'm psyched.

Vincent: Now, since I spent much of my time and effort trying to get these two to stay at peace and work as a team, I have a lot of interest and stake in this match. Tonight, Saunders and Besolve will finally find out who the better man is. And that's why, the winner of "The Future" Darrel Besolve and Matt "Showtime" Saunders tonight... the man who climbs over and out of that steel cage... will become the number one contender to the IWA title, and will challenge for the belt in the main event of Wrestle Wars THREE!

Rick: Wow. Huge announcement there! The stakes in our main event just got a hell of a lot higher!

(Vincent pauses as the crowd silences up.)

Vincent: With that out of the way, let me get to the real reason I'm here. The World's Original . . . The IWA Champion . . . The Boog-man!

(At the mention of the champs name, the crowd bursts into cheers.)

Vincent: In the past two weeks I've done a LOT of thinking, Boog. I thought about you and your title. I thought about how important you really are to the IWA. I also thought about myself and my priorities...my devotion to my company. I thought about it all, Boog.

Rick: He had two weeks to think. I bet he really did.

Vincent: And I came to a few conclusions. First off, I'd like you to come down here.

Rick: He's calling out the Boogster!

("Shortstop" blares. There can be put one reaction. Massive, massive cheers.)

(And out comes the Boog-man. Dressed in jeans and a black IWA sweater, Boog has the belt around his body.)

Rick: IWA pride, right there!

(Boog marches to the ring and enters. He stares at Vincent. His enemy.)

(The crowd silences.)

Vincent: First and foremost, I came to the conclusion that... that you, Boog-man...

(Pause.)

Vincent: Boog-man... I've come to the conclusion that you are one of the best champions the IWA has ever seen.

Rick and Eddie: Huh??

(The crowd pops. Boog smirks, and nods.)

Vincent: That may sound weird Boog, but it's true. The fans know, just like me.

(Crowd pop.)

Vincent: But I thought about what's most important to me, and I came to another conclusion. The rage, the hatred for you is too much to bear. The fire inside me is burning so grand, and it must be extinguished!

(Vincent becomes brave and steps up to the champion.)

Vincent: You can't possibly imagine what it's like for me, Boog. I'm the boss... I'm YOUR boss... but I still can't get my title back. I can't do it. Everything I try, you shove right back in my face... AND I'M SICK OF IT!

(Pause. Feel the tension.)

Vincent: I HATE YOU, BOOG!

Rick: Whoa. He's gettin' brave.

Vincent: You come out here with an IWA sweater on, pretending like it means something when you know down inside, you only care about the power! This company is nothing more to you than money!

Rick: Talk about a hypocrite!

Eddie: Is that a fat joke?

Vincent: I do everything for my talent. I support them, help them get to the top of this sport. Look at Adam Burke... he came to the IWA a nobody... now he's the NeWA WORLD Cruiserweight champ! Look at Hurley! Hell, look at Paradox! Those two fools would be nothing without me!

Rick: I guess Vincent doesn't remember turning down Paradox's NeWA Tag Team title shot. It was the boys in the NeWA Front Office who rewarded them, although without reason, of their title shot, which they won.

Vincent: All those guys, they have pride for the IWA. They BLEED the IWA! You? You're just here to propel your fucking career! AND I'M SICK OF IT!

(Boog stands his ground as Vincent screams in his face.)

Vincent: I don't care about the money anymore! I don't care about the fans anymore!

(Boos from the audience.)

Vincent: Boog... I will stop at nothing... NOTHING... to get that title belt off of you, and to end your career!

Rick: He better watch his mouth.

Vincent: Boog... I want nothing more... than to watch...you...DIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!!

(Crowd "whoa's".)

Eddie: Maybe he shouldn't have said that.

(The smirk Boog was wearing has faded into a look of anger. Boog suddenly grabs Vincent by the throat with his right hand and the crowd pops large.)

Eddie: Definitely shouldn't have said that!

(Boog grabs the mic out of Vincent's hand.)

Boog: Mike, you foolish bastard! I have waited for months for you to smarten up! For you to wipe off your grudge! But, if this is the way you want it... than it's the way it will be!

(Boog hoists Vincent in the air for a chokeslam, and holds him there while he screams at him.)

Rick: Boog is gonna chokeslam him to hell!

Eddie: RICK! LOOK WHO CAME FROM THE CROWD!

Rick: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

(The figure has slid into the ring, wielding a steel chair. The man is big. Very big. And very familiar.)

Rick: IT'S ADAM FIERCE!!!

Eddie: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!

(The crowd is in a frenzy, as their hometown hero and one of the most decorated stars ever in the NeWA, stands with the chair, ready to nail the Boog-man.)

Rick: Fierce wants Boog to drop Vincent!

Eddie: Is this who Vincent got as a bodyguard??

(Boog decides to drop Vincent. He stares at Fierce, eyeing him, but not moving. Vincent aggressively grabs the mic back.)

Vincent: Boog, you son of a bitch... This is the man I got! One of the biggest stars in NeWA history! What of the toughest...one of the strongest men EVER in the Alliance! I paid BIG money to bring Adam Fierce in to ensure that you are put OUT of this business... FOREVER!

Rick: How could Adam Fierce just sell-out like this... in front of his hometown!

Eddie: Money talks!

Vincent: Fierce... do what you have to do!

(Fierce winds up, ready to pop Boog with the chair on the skull. Boog stares at Fierce directly, not moving a muscle.)

Rick: Don't do it, Adam, don't do it!

Eddie: DO IT! DO IT!

(He swings . . . . )

(CRACK!)

(The chair connects with the skull of the President of the IWA and the crowd bursts into cheers.)

Eddie: WHAT???

Rick: Fierce just knocked out Vincent! YES!!!

(Fierce extends his hand. Boog smiles, and shakes it. Then, Fierce raises the arm high in the air and points to the IWA title.)

Eddie: No! He double-crossed Vincent! Two weeks! Wasted!

Rick: I LOVE IT!

(The BC crowd is going berzerk as their native Adam Fierce, celebrates with The Boog-man. Both men are each on a turnbuckle as we fade to commercials.)

Rick: Welcome back. Fans, you just witnessed something I definitely didn't expect to see tonight.

Eddie: I hate this.

Rick: It's actually kinda funny. President Mike Vincent spends 2 weeks of his time and god only knows how much money to hire Adam Fiercea as his new bodyguard to help take out The Boog-man, only to have Fierce immediately turn against his evil employer, bashing his head in with a steel chair.

Eddie: It was pathetic! What a pathetic man Adam Fierce is.

Rick: Eddie, you're unbelievable!

Eddie: I hate him!

Rick: Cheer up, Eddie. Guess what?

Eddie: I don't care!

Rick: Eddie...

Eddie: Stop talking... I don't care what you're gonna say.

Rick: Steel cage!

Eddie: WOOO!

Rick: That always does the trick.

Eddie: STEEL CAGE! STEEL CAGE!

Rick: Fans... It's time... it's time...

Eddie: It's MAIN EVENT time!

(A shot of the giant steel cage, lowering from the ceiling.)

# 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 match is the culmination of the past several weeks of frustration.

Eddie: Matt Saunders and Darrel Besolve could have been on top! They could have been tag champs if they remained strong as a team. But that never happened.

Rick: We still have no word about Darrel Besolve. No one knows where he is. Lets hope we aren't out of a main event.

[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.]

Rick: The cage is down and Saunders is nearing the ring.

Eddie: Look!

Rick: It's Darrel Besolve! From the back!

Eddie: Saunders doesn't see him!

(Besolve charges furiously towards his opponent, who is still approaching the ring. Besolve drives his arm across Saunders' back and neck, sending him flying into the outside of the cage.)

Rick: Besolve is in full wresling gear! It looks like he just jump started this match!

Eddie: Yeah!

(Besolve grabs Saunders by his hair and drags his face against the steel cage. Then, Darrel tosses Saunders into the guardrail with a huge smack. Saunders drops to his knees as Besolve gets his hands on a steel cage. After winding back, Darrel releases the shot and cracks Saunders in the skull.)

Rick: What a shot from The Future! This match hasn't even officially begun yet, and Saunders is already in deep trouble!

(Besolve scoops his opponent up, and tosses him in the air. Saunders crashes in mid-air with the cage wall, and falls to the floor. Besolve drops down to one knee. With Saunders' head in his left hand, Besolve pounds on him with his right.)

Eddie: Look at Besolve go! He's got rage inside him!

Rick: Last week after Darrel mistakenly put his wife in the hospital, Saunders ridiculed Darrel. This is well-deserved.

(Besolve grabs Saunders and slides him in the ring. Then, he reaches under the ring and pulls out two tables.)

Eddie: WOO!

(Darrel slides both tables into the ring before entering with the chair. Finally, with both men inside, the cage door is locked.)

DING
DING
DING!

Rick: And finally, we're officially underway. First man to climb over the cage to the outside wins this matchup.

(Besolve pulls Saunders to his feet. He whips Saunders in the ropes. Saunders bounces back into a flapjack. Both men get up, with Besolve first. Darrel grabs Showtime by the hair. He sets up, and hits a quick snap suplex. Besolve holds and rolls both of them to their feet. Besolve lifts him in the air, and holds him there.)

Rick: What power and balance!

(He finally drops Saunders down to the mat.)

Eddie: Good stuff.

(Besolve pulls Matt to his feet, but Matt kicks him in the stomach and grabs his opponent.)

Rick: Saunders lifts him for a suplex...

(Darrel Besolve ducks behind Saunders, and chop blocks his knee.)

Rick: Darrel Besolve getting at the knee, and he whips Matt off the ropes and catches him with a spinning heel-kick to the face!

Eddie: Darrel Besolve pulling Matt back up...

(Darrel Besolve whips Saunders off the ropes, but Saunders comes charging back at him.)

Rick: Saunders back across the ropes, going low... Darrel Besolve leapfrogs over! Matt turning around... leg-sweep from Besolve, and right into a spinning toehold!

(Besolve tries to keep the hold locked on, but Saunders quickly scampers to the ropes and forces a break.)

Rick: Besolve forced to break the hold, and he pulls Saunders back to his feet, twists his arm around, and kicks Matt in the stomach.

Eddie: Use the cage!

(Besolve keeps the arm, steps up onto the second turnbuckle, then comes back down with a Rocker Dropper than drives Saunders down to the mat.)

Rick: Besolve standing up Saunders now. Besolve looking to hook the--oh! Saunders hits a quick fall away slam.

Eddie: Saunders going for the cover now, hooking Darrel Besolve's leg.

Rick: But there's no pinfall in a steel cage match!

(Saunders grabs Besolve, and puts him back on his feet. Saunders with a right hand to the jaw and mushes Besolve's face into the cage, rubbing it against the mesh.)

Eddie: Blood?? Blood?

Rick: Nope.

Eddie: Dang it.

Rick: Both men up now, but Besolve kicks at Saunders, who catches... enzigurri!

Eddie: Wow! From Besolve?

Rick: Saunders gets up, but Besolve puts him down with an uppercut.

Eddie: And a quick elbow to the knee from Besolve.)

Rick: Saunders and Darrel Besolve up quickly, as a snap mare by Saunders takes down Besolve, but misses an elbow drop.

(With both men down, Besolve attaches a chin-lock. Saunders battles out, sends him off the ropes and counters a Besolve hiptoss. Besolve hooks a sleeper, but Saunders whips him into the ropes.)

Rick: Dropkick to the knee of Saunders by Besolve!! Look at this, Saunders tries to walk it off, but Darrel Besolve clips him from behind to take it out for good!

(Besolve starts to go for the pin, but Saunders rolls him over into a small package.)

Eddie: WOAH!

(No count.)

Rick: Saunders might have had him there, in a regular pinfall match.

Eddie: Rick, you dolt.

Rick: Besolve standing up, and working over that knee of Saunders... Saunders out of nowhere grabs Besolve, Suplex!

Eddie: You'd think Saunders would try to climb out.

Rick: But he needs to capitalize, and pull out some big moves. Saunders hobbling around, backing Darrel Besolve into the corner, chopping away at him! Besolve trying to back out of it, but he can't, those chops just plain hurt like hell.

Eddie: How 'bout those tables?

(Saunders continues chopping away. Finally, Besolve clotheslines Saunders across the neck, taking him down. Saunders hits a rolling senton on the ground.)

Rick: Saunders with some closed fisted punches to the side of Besolve, who is still on top of him.

(But Besolve throws Saunders off of him and rises to his feet suddenly.)

Rick: What power from The Future.

(Besolve ducks a fast clothesline from Saunders, and spins around with another uppercut to the gut. A stiff left hook followed by a right hand sends Saunders tumbling into the corner.)

Eddie: Huge shots!

Rick: Darrel's boxing background coming into play, as it always does.

(Saunders shakes it off and charges out of the corner. But not fast enough, as Darrel is able to scoop him up. Besolve walks with Saunders to the center of the ring before powerslamming his opponent down.)

Rick: Now it looks like he's going for a table!

Eddie: Sweeeeet!

(Besolve sets up a table by the corner and pulls Saunders to his feet. Besolve tries to sit him on the top rope, but Saunders rakes the face. Saunders goes for a tornado DDT, but Besolve holds on, and tosses Saunders in the air and through the table!)

Rick: Amazing counter from Besolve!

Eddie: And Saunders is hurt!

(Darrel throws aside broken pieces of the table and pulls Saunders to his feet. Darrel brings his bloody face close to his and screams at him.)

Rick: Darrel wants to kill him! He's going nuts!

(A sudden low blow from Saunders ends the screaming.)

Eddie: Ohhh...

(As Besolve drops to his knees, Saunders grabs the steel chair.)

Rick: Saunders folds the chair, and he swings...

(CLANK!)

Eddie: Besolve's face pounding off that chair!

(Saunders sets the chair on top of Besolve and climbs to the top rope. He measures up his opponent.)

Rick: What are we gonna see here?

(Saunders leaps high into the air with his elbow sticking out.)

Rick: Top rope elbowdrop from Saunders . . .

(SMACK!)

Eddie: Besolve moved! Saunders just drove his own elbow into the chair! Oh man!

Rick: Costly mistake from Saunders. And look at Besolve, right back on his feet.

(Besolve shakes off the rest of that chair shot and meets Showtime on his feet. Saunders swings with a wild left, spinning himself around. Besolve capitalizes with a belly-to-back suplex onto the steel chair.)

(CLACK!)

Rick: Saunders again smacks off the chair!

(Saunders amazingly pulls himself up. But he stumbles right into Besolve.)

(CRACK!)

Eddie: BESOLVE SPIKE ONTO THE CHAIR!

Rick: Saunders hits the chair for a third time in 45 seconds! And what impact with that spinebuster!

(Saunders is down and motionless this time. Besolve heads straight for the second and final table.)

Eddie: Yes!! The second table!

(Besolve begins setting up the table. He glances at Saunders and decides to drop the table and grab a steel chair. Besolve marches over to Saunders and pounds on him violently.)

(SMACK!)
(CRACK!)
(SMACK!)
(CLANK!) Eddie: Whoah! Darrel Besolve is putting waste to Matt Saunders!

Rick: There's so much emotion and anger within Darrel right now. And Saunders has become the outlet!

(Finally Besolve tosses the chair down and returns to the table. He sets it up near the corner.)

Rick: Besolve to escape the cage and get the title shot at Wrestle Wars 3! But I think he has different objectives!

Eddie: Yeah, like committing murder.

(Besolve pulls Saunders up. He lets Saunders go, who starts swinging in a disoriented manner. Besolve kicks him in the stomach, scoops him up and tosses him in the air. Saunders smacks against the cage wall and falls onto the ropes, where he bounces awckwardly to the ring.)

Rick: Amazing! Besolve just through him like a... like a...

Eddie: Like a sack of patatoes?

Rick: Like a sack of patatoes.

(Besolve now pulls the bloody mess names Saunders to the corner with the table. Besolve backs onto the first, then the second rope. He pulls Saunders up on the first rope and wraps his arms around his waist.)

Eddie: Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy!

(Besolve violently rips Saunders into the air and over his head. Saunders goes head first into the corner beam of the cage.)

(CLUNK!)

(Saunders comes to a forced rest onto Darrel's shoulders.)

Rick: What a move!

Eddie: He's not done . . .

(With a scream, Darrel lifts Saunders high into the air and whips him down through the table.)

(CRASH!)

Eddie: TOP ROPE POWERBOMB THROUGH THE TABLE!!!

Rick: And don't forget Showtime's head into that solid steel corner beam! What a combo!!!

(As the crowd chants "HOLY SHIT," Besolve hops down to the matt. He drops down to his knees and whispers something into his lifeless opponent.)

Eddie: What do you think he's saying?

Rick: Who knows.

(Darrel gets to his feet. Looking down at Saunders, he spits on the man. Then, he starts climbing the cage.)

Rick: Darrel Besolve is going for the win! First one of the match!

Eddie: This is SO over! Saunders is finished!

(A shot of Saunders. His face is completely engulfed in his own blood. Besolve has reached the top of the cage and begins descending.)

Rick: I think you're right, Eddie. All Darrel has to do is drop to the floor, and he'll have secured the win, and the shot at Boog's Heavyweight title at Wrestle Wars 3!

(Besolve is only feet from the ground. He releases the cage and falls the rest of the way. Besolve hits the floor.)

Rick: Darrel Besolve does it! He wins the match... in impressive fashion!

Eddie: Darrel's just staring at Saunders in the ring.

Rick: And look... he's climbing back UP!

(Besolve indeed is. He hurries up the cage, as Saunders begins to come to. Besolve reaches the top, and carefully stands on his feet.)

Rick: Oh deer god...

Eddie: He's not gonna jump.... is he???

Rick: That's 20 feet up!!

(As the crowd and stares in anticipation, Besolve takes a deep breath. Then, he leaps into the air. With his arms and legs spread out, Darrel falls... and falls... and lands a giant splash, sending a shockwave in the ring. The crowd immediately begins a loud "HOLY SHIT" chant.)

Rick: AMAZING! WHAT AN AMAZING SPLASH!

Crowd and Eddie: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Rick: Saunders is in pieces! And Besolve is going to Wrestle Wars for the IWA Title!

Crowd and Eddie: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

(Copyright laws. Logo. Followed by the blackness we know as the end of the show.)