Rick: Welcome back fans.

Eddie: I still can't believe it.

Rick: Heh. We've got a new VP!

Eddie: This sucks. I hate wrestling.

Rick: Speaking of wrestling, I think it's about time for our first match! What do you say, Eddie?

Eddie: I don't care anymore!

Rick: Former BJCW star Trek will make is IWA debut against a man known as Trickster. What's your take, Eddie.

Eddie: Wrestling sucks!

Rick: Hahaha. To the ring.

(The audience is silent, awaiting the newest additions to the IWA roster. Then, "Puritania" by Dimmu Borgir breaks the silence. And, from the back comes a man in a long trenchcoat.)

Rick: IWA gets its first look at Trickster.

(Trickster comes down the aisle. He removes his trenchcoat and enters the ring, awaiting.)

Eddie: Trickster has to be considered the underdog. Trek has more than a reputation from his days in the NWF and BJCW.

(Then, "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park plays. A mild ovation as the former BJCW Hardcore and Tag Team champ, Trek, comes down the aisle.)

Rick: This is a big match for both men as they definitely want to kick off their start in a positive way.

(Trek slides in the ring.)

DING DING DING

Rick: And here we go folks, two bright new stars here in the IWA!

Eddie: Yea . . . Woo . . . can I get a soda or something?

Rick: Just sit down and fain interest ok?

Eddie: Bah!

(Trek goes after Trickster with a big clothesline but Trickster skillfully ducks the attack. Trick then comes right back with a hard Irish whip into the turnbuckle. He runs up to Trek and lands a hard knee lift into his abdomen.)

Eddie: Trek and Trick? Where the hell to these guys get their names? What happened to guys just named like Byron Tanis . . . and Tyler Cross . . . and Micheal Lennox? Normal first and last names . . . Arg.

Rick: Anyways . . . Trek trying to get to his feet here but Trickster is on top of him like stink on shi . . . well he�s on him anyway. Trick stands back second and lets Trek get some of his bearings and try lunging at him, Trickster with a HUGE Arm Drag Take Over!

(Treks huge 260 pound body slams the canvas with a thump and Trick starts laying into him with hard lefts and rights. Trek�s head snaps back and forth with quick force.)

Rick: Wow Trickster really putting on a clinic here!

Eddie: Putting on a clinic? Where are you from the nineteen seventies?

Rick: O eat me.

Eddie: No thanks.

(Trickster pops up and pops the crowd trying to get them behind him.)

Rick: What the . . . this kid got a pop? Pretty good start I�d say.

Eddie: (Yawning): Yea . . . just wake me when Mike Bell comes out ok?

Rick: You seriously are harming the reputation of our profession Eddie.

(Trickster still trying to garner some cheers from the crowd is completely ignoring the large man getting up from the mat behind him. Trek grabs Tricksters head and plants him with a reverse DDT right on the mat then locks in a sleeper.)

Rick: Trek with the come back! Trickster was looking good till he got preoccupied with the fans.

Eddie: Yea . . . quite a shame there . . .

Rick: I . . . hate . . . you.

Eddie: Your silly.

(After a few moments the ref starts the check to see if Trickster is still conscious, he lifts his arm once . . . Trickster is out . . . he lifts his arm twice . . . Trickster is out . . . and the third and miraculously Trickster holds his arm in mid air and breaks free of the sleeper. Trickster pops up to his feet fast and whips Trek hard into the ropes.)

Rick: And Trickster hits a hard neck breaker on Trek off the ropes! Trek back to his feet . . . quite a resilient young man we have here.

(Trickster smiles and grabs hold of his large opponent. setting him up for something.)

Rick: Ladies and gentlemen I�ve been told this move is called . . .

(Trickster lifts Trek up into a Vertical Suplex then into a hard stiff neck breaker. Trek lays motionless on the mat.)

Rick: Phantasmagoria! Trek is out!

Eddie: Feh.

(Trickster takes his time going to the pin.)

Rick: And the ref counts!

(1 . . . . . . 2 . . . . . 3!!!)

Rick: And Trickster wins his FIRST IWA match!

Eddie: I have gas.

Rick: You dolt.

[We cut backstage. The crowd pops as Adam Burke is shown on the big screen. He has with him the IWA International title.)

Rick: There's the International champ, Adam Burke!

Eddie: The Tiger lost his NeWA Cruiserweight title last week to Jay Moreno on OWC's Unchained! HA! I love it!

Rick: That's true, he did. It was a tough loss, but never count out Adam Burke!

[Burke is staring at his watch, when Super Shoink walks in.]

Rick: And here's one of his partners tonight, IWA Cruiserweight champion Super Shoink.

Eddie: Great. Two goofballs.

Burke: It's a good thing you showed up! I was worried for a second! We're on next!

Shoink: Sorry, Adam. I was talking to these hot girls. And buddy, they were diggin' me, I could feel it.

Burke: Oh, well that's understandable. What happened?

Shoink: Uh. Well, I showed them my tattoo, and they got kinda spooked.

Burke: Your tattoo?

Shoink: Yyy...yeah... You know the one.

[A look of horror overcomes Burke.]

Burke: Oh dear god! You didn't?

[Shoink lowers his head.]

Shoink: I did.

Eddie: What the hell are these two on??

[Just then, Jeckel walks, towering behind Adam Burke.]

Rick: IT'S JECKEL!

Eddie: The Phoenix! He got his International title shot stolen from him last week!

Rick: By the Hardcore Contigent!

[Super Shoink sees Jeckel and his eyes bulge in fear.]

Shoink: Uh.... Adam...

[Shoink points behind the International champ. Burke slowly turns around and sees Jeckel.]

Burke: AHHH!

[Jeckel towers over a frightened Burke. Then, he speaks.]

Jeckel: Burke. If you want to survive the rest of the night, I suggest you listen to me.

Burke: Uh... what is it, Jeckel sir?

Jeckel: Last week, my title shot was ripped from me. Now I think you are smart even to realize that I deserve a rematch. And I want it at Wrestle Wars.

Burke: Wrestle Wars?? You and me?? Uh... do I have a choice?

[Jeckel smiles as he clenches his fist.]

Burke: Drats.

[Burke stares at the ground, twidling his fingers.]

Burke: I guess so.

Jeckel: Excellent.

[Jeckel nods and walks away.]

Rick: Burke and Jeckel for the International title at Wrestle Wars!

Eddie: That's gonna be huge!

[Shoink looks at Burke, obviously worried.]

Shoink: Uh oh. I think you're screwed.

Burke: Call my dentist. He's gonna have a lot of work to do.

[Just then, Jeckel comes running back into the picture, wielding a steel chair. With a loud SMACK, he nails the Cruiserweight champ in the skull.]

Rick: Oh my god! Jeckel just ambushed Super Shoink!

Eddie: Yes!

[As Shoink falls to the ground, Burke turns around quickly. With a second fierce swing, Jeckel connects with the skull of Adam Burke. The International champs crumbles to the floor.]

Rick: No!

Eddie: Hit him again!

[Jeckel does just that, connecting with the back of Burke. A third shot rocks the champ, followed by a fourth that looked even harder. As the crowd boos, Jeckel tosses the chair to the ground.]

Jeckel: See you at Wrestle Wars, Burke.

[Jeckel walks away, and we get a closeup of the damage done.]

Eddie: Jeckel just destroyed the two goofballs! This is great!

Rick: Burke and Shoink have a match coming up next! Are they even capable of wrestling??

Eddie: Shoink only took one shot. But Burke absorbed FOUR tremendous shots to the back and head. I mean... he's out!

Rick: What a sad display!

Eddie: We're back! And it's time for a huge 6-man matchup!

Rick: The team of Burke, Hurley and Shoink will battle The Hardcore Contingent and Simon Benson! Now we just witnessed Super Shoink and Adam Burke get jumped by Jeckel, with Burke getting the worse of the attack.

Eddie: Ah! He's a fighter, that Burke. Heh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rick: It has been confirmed folks, that Simon Benson will challenge for Super Shoink's IWA Cruiserweight title at Wrestle Wars on the 11th.

Eddie: Purse on a Pole!! Purse on a pole!!

Rick: No Eddie. No purse on a pole.

Eddie: Dog garnit.

(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 Evan Hurley, "The Tiger" Adam Burke and Super Shoink.) 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 each hold their title belts above their heads: Evan the EWWA tag, Shoink the IWA Cruiserweight, and Burke the IWA International title. blue fireworks cascade down around him. Adam's head is bandaged up, and he and Shoink are noticeably hurt.)

Rick: I want to see this as much as anyone does, but the referee should really consider how bad Burke and Shoink are hurt. Neither man is in great shape.

Eddie: Oh please, both wanted to be out here or they would have hid in the back. They want to go, let them go.

DING DING DING!

(Go they shall, Hurley and Barcode starting the match. They circle one another before locking up in a collar and elbow tie up. Once locked, Barcode quickly roughs Hurley into the corner. He throws a high knee into the ribs to gain the advantage.)

Eddie: Get em, Mike!

(Irish whip into the opposite corner from Barcode�)

Rick: Reversal from Evan!

(Mike hits the corner hard and Evan charges in behind with a vicious clothesline. Barcode crumbles in the corner.)

Rick: Already?

(Riggs and Benson spring into the ring, collapsing onto Evan in a haze of punches and kicks. Not seeing them come from behind him, Hurley is unable to block the bulk of the attack. Both men are getting in some quality shots as the injured Burke and Shoink come to the rescue.)

Eddie: Hey ref, Burke and Shoink aren�t the legal men! Cheaters!

(Super Shoink throws himself at Evan�s attackers, landing with a spin wheel kick that takes both men down. Bandaged head and all, The Tiger capitalizes with a dropkick to Riggs ribs as he tried to recover.)

Rick: Super Shoink has Benson set up for a ddt�

Eddie: BUT NO DICE!

(Barcode, who got a needed moment of rest, rolls through Shoink with a roaring elbow for the save.)

Rick: The crowd was looking to see Benson get dropped there, tough break.

(Burke has Riggs by the hair and sends him out to the floor.)

Rick: Injured or not, Burke is going to the outside after Steve Riggs. He is a gutty kid.

Eddie: What you mean is he is a moron.

(Evan is back on his feet in the ring and lays the boots to Benson. Barcode headbutts Shoink, who reels into the corner. Benson, having been knocked on his back, sweeps out Evan�s legs.)

Rick: Simon doesn�t want to let this continue as a brawl against Evan, he is at a serious disadvantage in that department.

Eddie: The referee is letting this one get out of hand early.

(Barcode has lowered his shoulder and is driving his shoulder into The Shoinker�s ribs. Near them, on the canvas, Benson lunges at Hurley.)

Rick: Told you he didn�t want to brawl with Evan.

Eddie: Low Blow!

(Benson cradles the damaged area before collapsing to the canvas. Hurley gathers a head of steam, rushing into the corner. Super Shoink sees him coming and ducks, which leaves Mike open for the avalanche.)

Rick: Evan just dropped Mike like a bad habit.

(Outside the ring Adam has lost the momentum. Riggs has him propped against the ring post, wailing on him. Seeing his chance, Super Shoink bounces off the farside ropes�)

Eddie: HELLO!

(and spring boards off the top ropes into a suicide dive!)

[Crowd pop]

Rick: That move left Riggs ready for a body bag!

(Benson has rolled out to try to make the best of the situation and help his partner.)

Rick: We finally have order restored, with the legal men in the ring and everyone else outside.

Eddie: Ah, Simon was just going to keep an eye on his girl.

(Sarah, his girl, is on the other side of the ring, well away from the action. In the ring, Hurley has Barcode in a front chancery. Taking a few, lunging steps back; Evan snap suplexes Mike out of his boots.)

Eddie: There is action all over the place in this one!

(To follow up, Evan drops a leg guillotine. Outside, while Shoink and Riggs recover, Benson and Burke circle one another. Burke swings wildly and misses by a mile, leaving Benson the opportunity to clamp in a full nelson.)

Rick: There is absolutely no question about it, that beating before the match is severely affecting Adam.

(Holding his arms behind his head, Simon lines up with the ring post.)

Eddie: This isn�t going to help him regain stability.

Whack

(Burke just got racked off the post. The bandages on his forehead have loosened and are starting to peel off. Benson pulls him back for another shot.)

Rick: That is brutal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Inside the ring, Hurley has lifted Barcode onto the top turnbuckle. Steeping up onto the second ropes, he locks in another front chancery�)

Eddie: Super plex from Evan!

(He floats over for the cover�)

1�

Rick: Benson is too busy assaulting Burke to make the save.

2�

Eddie: YES!

(Just getting passed Shoink in time, Riggs swiped Hurley to break the count. Barcode is down and out and now Riggs is alone in the ring against both Shoink and Evan.)

Rick: Things are not looking too good for Mr. Riggs.

(The referee slips in before the double team can occur and tries to persuade Shoink to leave.)

Rick: He hasn�t asked for order yet, why now?

Eddie: Who cares? Get ready Riggs!

(Simon Benson jumps on the apron, but Evan sees him out of the corner of his eye. Before he can get jumped, he runs and throws a tackle at Benson. Simon goes flying off the apron into the ring railing.)

Rick: HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Sarah, while Evan was turned to Simon and the ref was still with Shoink, tosses her purse to Riggs�)

Eddie: Come on, it is just a harmless purse.

(Evan turns around and gets nailed!)

Rick: Just a purse, my left foot! It is loaded! Look at how quick Hurley fell!

(Riggs with the cover�)

1�

Eddie: Burke is out of his head at ringside. Simon is down.

2�

Rick: Super Shoink, now minus the ref, gos to mak the save�

Eddie: But he is cut off by Mike Barcode!

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eddie: YEAH! It�s over!

(The bell rings, Riggs, Benson, and Barcode stole this one.)

Rick: What a cheap win that was.

Eddie: That was beautiful!

Rick: And now look! Barcode, Riggs and Benson are stomping away on Hurley!

(Riggs grabs the loaded purse and drops it on Hurley's face. Then, he swings it and connects with Hurley's stomach.)

Eddie: THE JOYS OF INSANITY!!!

(Riggs with one more shot, busts open Super Shoink.)

Rick: OUCH! That's brick on skull right there! The Hardcore Contingent is out of line!

(Burke comes in the ring and spears Barcode to the mat, getting a pop from the fans.)

Rick: Adam Burke is back!

(Burke pops to his feet and knocks Benson down with a right hand. But he turns around into a loaded purse shot from Steve Riggs.)

Rick: Damnit! Damnit!

Eddie: Hahahaha!

(Simon Benson pats Riggs on the back, congratulating him. Barcode gets up to his feet and smiles.)

Eddie: Benson's sure proud of his partners.

Rick: Yeah, I can tell.

(Benson pats Barcode on the back. He turns to exit the ring with a big cocky smile on his face.)

(WHAM!)

Rick: Riggs just layed out Simon Benson!

Eddie: What the hell?

(After a few stomps, Barcode brings Benson to his feet. He lifts him high in the air, and jackhammers him down hard. Sarah scrambles into the ring and throws herself over Benson. Barcode and Riggs laugh, and exit the ring.)

Riggs: I guess no one's safe from the joys of insanity.

Eddie: Hmm. Guess not. Meh. All the better.

(The Hardcore Contingent head to the back with their Tag belts. Burke, Hurley, Shoink and Benson are all out.)

[The fans begin to cheer as the IWA Extreme Champion "The Natural" Mike Bell enters the arena.]

Rick: We're back! And Mike Bell has arrived!

[He 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]

Bell: You want a few words from me Marc?

[Marc Davis nods his head]

Bell: Well follow me then.....

[Mike Bell begins to make his way towards the ring with Marc Davis and the camera crew following closely behind. The crowd erupts into cheers as Bell breaks his way through the curtain and quickly makes his way towards the ring...still Marc Davis is behind him along with the camera crew.]

Rick: Here comes the Natural!

Eddie: WOOOOOOOO!

[Mike Bell slides into the ring and begins to pace as he waits almost impatiently for Marc Davis to enter the ring. Finally Marc gets into the ring and is face to face with the IWA Extreme Champion. He starts to say something but Mike Bell grabs the mic]

Bell: Now then, let's get down to the nitty gritty shall we.

[Cheers from the fans]

Bell: I am sure Marc that you are wanting to know exactly what the deal is between Chris Mann and myself is? Am I right?

[Marc Davis nods]

Bell: Well, I will tell you this much. It was one week ago right here in this very ring that Chris backed me up into a corner and made me agree to a Hell on a Cell match at Wrestle Wars.

[Bell begins to pace as he continues to talk]

Bell: Ok, so I guess that this is Chris's way of letting me know that he is serious about taking away my Extreme Title. I guess that is his way of telling me that he is sick and tired of me putting my body on the line week in and week out....

[he stops and immediately faces the camera]

Bell: Well, I am here to tell you that I don't care about that. I had to sit there on a god damned flight to England last week and lie through my damn teeth to my little girl because some of her school friends couldn't keep their damn mouths shut and told her that Chris and I had a wrestling match two weeks ago. Chris, you backed me into a corner in accepting this match for Wrestle Wars but it isn't too late Chris. It isn't too late for you to reconsider. It isn't too late for you to forget about this whole thing because I am telling you Chris...if it means holding onto "this"

[He takes off the belt and holds it aloft for the whole world to see]

Bell: Then I will chuck your ass off of the cage and don't think that I won't do it Chris. This belt right here is my ticket to becoming the next NeWA World Hardcore Champion as soon as Tyler Lee can develop some guts and put that belt on the line.

[He then goes back to pacing]

Bell: But I tell you what. Speaking of guts, I have to talk about someone else right quick because personally this needs to be said. I sat there last week and I heard the comments made by Ray Masters

[the fans cheer the name of Masters]

Bell: And rightfully you should cheer him. Both he and Chris Mann both have expressed concern for what I am doing in the hardcore ranks but I am here to tell you both that no matter what I have done or will be doing in the hardcore division....

[He stops and points towards himself]

Bell: I will never forget where I came from. Sure, I have held the NeWA World Heavyweight Title on 3 separate occasions and I would love to hold it a fourth time but what you two don't understand is that this is for a matter of respect. You see, I felt all along that I should have been World Champion alot longer than what I was but for some reason I just didn't get to do that. So, I am going to bust myself to pieces to prove to the NeWA Front Office that I am a valuable commodity here.

[He then points to the camera]

Bell: Mr. Sinsation, this is nothing personal. It is strictly business and unfortunately you have drawn me at a very bad time. Tonight is not going to be a night in which "The Natural" just comes out here and tries new moves to see what works and what doesn't. No, this is going to be a match that I am going to end as quickly as I possibly can because next week is when I am going to have to do the one thing that I never thought that I would have to do....

[He pauses as he puts his hand on his hips in total frustration]

Bell: I am going to have to throw Chris Mann off of a cage in order to win a god damned match.

[He then walks over and gets nose to nose with Marc Davis]

Bell: Did you hear what I said Marc?

[Marc Davis nods his head]

Bell: What do you think about that Marc?

Davis: Uhh, well you are going to have to throw him off or get thrown off yourself Mike.

Bell: What do you think is more important to me Marc? The Extreme Title or my friendship with Chris Mann?

[Marc Davis shrugs his shoulders]

Bell: Well when you figure that out then come and tell me. Until then, I am out of here...

[He drops the mic and then exits the ring]

Bell: God damnit!!!

[He hangs his head as he heads towards the back]

Rick: He doesn't seem to be looking forward to his WW3 title defense very much.

Eddie: Well I sure as hell am!

Rick: Alright, it's time for our next contest. A slumping Matt Saunders takes on the number one contender to the International title - the one man wrecking crew known as Jeckel.

Eddie: Saunders hasn't been the same since his disappointing title shot at the NeWA's PPV. But if he could end Jeckel's impressive streak tonight, I'm sure he'll be right back in the thick of things.

# 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.]

[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. Showtime heads to the ring.]

Rick: Saunders doesn't look too confident right now.

Eddie: Can you blame him?

Rick: It's just not like him.

[He slides in the ring and waits.]

(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 plays and strobe lights fill the arena making it difficult to see anything. For a brief second the crowd goes silent.)

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

(Then, The Phoenix steps through the curtains. Staring at his worried opponent, Jeckel approaches the ring. He enters the squared circle.)

THE BELL SOUNDS

(Jeckel approaches Saunders, and they lock up. Saunders with a hammerlock applied. He tries to throw Jeckel over his shoulders, but Jeckel blocks, countering with a snapmare. Saunders is quick to get up, and he ducks a lariat from The Phoenix. Saunders turns around, and sweeps the legs out from under Jeckel. Now the Jeckel is back up. He is met with a dropkick that knocks him into the corner. Saunders comes in with a series of knife-edge chops. But Jeckel shakes them off and spinbuster's Showtime to the mat.)

Eddie: That had some serious impact.

(Jeckel allows Saunders to climb to his feet. He whips his opponent in the ropes, and trips him with a drop-toe-hold. Saunders' face bounces off the bottom rope.)

Rick: Ooh. That had to hurt.

(Now Jeckel mounts on Saunders' back. He begins wrenching back on the head.)

Eddie: Recliner from Jeckel. This is looking bad for Saunders.

(Jeckel releases the hold. Saunders is pulled to his feet and whipped in the corner. Jeckel charges and catches a boot to the face. He staggers around giving Saunders time to climb to the top rope. He leaps off and takes The Phoenix down with a missile dropkick.)

Rick: Excellent execution! And Saunders is right back in this thing!

(Saunders takes Jeckel and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker. Now, he lands a legdrop across the throat and goes for the cover.)

(1 . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . kickout.)

Eddie: What? Does he think he's Hogan? No one wins with a legdrop.

(Saunders pulls Jeckel up. He tries for an Irish whip, but it's reversed. Saunders bounces into the corner and stumbles out into a bulldog. He quickly rolls out of the ring to regain his composure.)

Rick: I think Saunders is a little frustrated.

Eddie: A little? He's just grabbed a chair!

(Saunders rolls back in the ring with the chair. He winds back, but the ref rips the chair away.)

Eddie: Drats.

(Saunders shoves the ref into the corner. He turns around and is kicked in the stomach. Jeckel hooks on the double-underhook. He lifts Saunders virtically and piledrives him into the mat.)

Rick: THE TICKET TO HELL! JECKEL JUST TOOK SAUNDERS OUT!

Eddie: IT'S OVER!!

(Jeckel makes the cover and the ref slides into position.)

1!
2!
3!

Eddie: Jeckel plows through another one!

Rick: What a devastating loss for Saunders. He is really at the end of the line here. He has to do something . . . anything.

(Jeckel rolls out of the ring. With "Sweet Dreams" playing once again, he heads to the back. In the ring, Saunders staggers to his feet. Frustrated and angry, he kicks the bottom rope several times.)

Rick: He knows this will hurt him. He went from being a top contender to the IWA title, to this.

Eddie: This?

Rick: He's just not the same wrestler, Eddie.

(Jeckel has vanished through the curtains and "Sweet Dreams" cuts out. Saunders exits the ring and heads to the back. He reaches the center of the ramp, when two large men in suits step onto the stage. Saunders sees them. His jaw drops and his eyes widen.)

Rick: Who are these guys?

Eddie: I don't know, but Saunders looks scared.

(Saunders looks around frantically, then runs back to ringside. He hops over the guardrail and high-tails it through the crowd.)

Rick: Saunders just ran away!

Eddie: But from who?? Who are those two?

(The two large men look at each other. One of them whispers something into the other's ear. Then, they exit.)

[Cut backstage. In Vincent's office. All three head honchos are there. Vincent, Levin, and the new VP, Adam Fierce.]

Rick: That's an odd sight.

[Levin sits at the desk while Vincent and Fierce are situated in their chairs playing multiplayer Goldeneye.]

Fierce: Hey! You can't use your weapons!

Vincent: But you are!

Fierce: I'm allowed.

Vincent: But . . .

[Fierce holds up his hand like he's gonna backhand Vincent.]

Vincent: AHH!

[Vincent tosses the controller across the room. It smashes against the ground.]

Vincent: You might be the VP, Fierce, but this is still MY company! MINE!! YOU WORK FOR ME!

Eddie: Vincent's laying down the law.

[Fierce smiles.]

Fierce: Go get me some donuts or I'll piledrive you.

[Vincent lowers his head.]

Vincent: Okay.

[He walks out of the room, staring at the floor. As he exits, Chris Mann enters the room.]

Fierce: Ah! It's the Rogue Squadron! You're awesome!

Mann: That's Rogue Horseman. But thanks.

Fierce: Ah. So, what can I do for ya?

Mann: I want a match tonight. A hardcore match to warm up for next week.

[At that, Levin joins in.]

Levin: Sorry Mann, can't do that. We're fully booked tonight.

Mann: What? You can fit another match in. Come on. Give me Logan or something. It'll take 5 minutes.

Levin: I can't do it. We're already looking at quite an overrun right now. TSN won't allow it.

Mann: To hell with TSN! I need to warmup for my PPV rematch against Bell.

Fierce: Oh by the way. Great job in that last match. Outstanding, really.

Mann: Thank you.

Levin: If you want to warmup, go do summersaults in a junkyard or something. Bottom line is you ain't getting a match.

Mann: This is no way to treat your talent, Levin. What the hell kind of promotion is this??

Fierce: Sorry Chris. What can ya do?

Mann: What can I do? Well, you're gonna have to wait and see!

[Mann storms out angry.]

Fierce: That went well.

Rick: Eddie, guess what time it is.

Eddie: Time for my spunge-bath with swedish supermodels??

Rick: Well... no. Actually, Mike Bell defends the Extreme title against Mister Sinsation!

Eddie: Wooo!

Rick: He sure makes an entrance.

Eddie: Impressive, as always.

[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]

Rick: Stop rubbing me, Eddie!

[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]

Rick: Put the knife, DOWN!

Eddie: Aww.

[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]

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

[BONG]

[BONG]

[BONG]

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

[BONG]

[BONG]

[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]

[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]

Eddie: That's one awesome entrance! Granted it's no Sinsation entrance, but awesome none-the-less.

DING!

Eddie: One ding? What the hell?

(Mike Bell wastes no time as he grabs Sinsation in a side headlock and then switches it to a reverse armbar.)

Rick: Surprise start to this match Eddie. Here I thought that he was going to do as he said and end the match early

Eddie: I hate it when he picks wrestling over hardcore. I would much rather see blood.

(Bell then reaches with his free arm around the front of Sinsations neck and bends his back in a variation of the Scorpion Death Lock. He then falls straight downward which brings Sinsation down on that arm barred shoulder.)

Rick: WHOA!

Eddie: Hey, I have never seen THAT move before.

(Sinsation is holding his shoulder and a look of pain is on his face.)

Rick: I think that move hurt Sinsation.

Eddie: I think that you are right.

(Sinsation pulls himself up to his feet. Mike Bell takes him down with a thunderous clothesline. Sinsation rolls outside the ring. His daughter holds him.)

Eddie: C'mon Sinny... match is in the ring.

(Sinsation suddenly gets pissed off, and grabs a steel chair. He slides in the ring and swings at Bell. But the Extreme champ ducks it and kicks Bell in the gut. Bell DDT's him to the ground, sending the chair flying out out the ring. Bell goes for the cover. 1 . . . . . 2 . . . . . kickout.)

Eddie: It's ov... huh?

(Sinsation gets a burst of energy and gets to his feet. Bell Irish whips him into the opposite corner. He charges towards Sinsation, but meets an elbow to the head. Sinsation lifts a wobbly Bell up and spinebusters him to the mat.)

Rick: WHAT A MOVE!

Eddie: I tell ya. This Sinsation impresses me like no one else . . .

(Sinsation scratches his crotch.)

Eddie: . . . Like no one else.

(Sinsation rolls out of the ring and reaches under the ring. He sees a fire extinguisher, a big brick, and an old computer printer, then decides to go a soft cover book entitled "The how-to's of Sexual Activity." Sinsation brings it in the ring.)

Rick: Uh oh.

Eddie: Uh oh is right!

(With Bell back to his feet, Sinsation swings and connects with The Natural's face. The impact knocks Bell back about an inch. He looks back at Sinsation and smiles, before kicking him in the stomach. Bell locks on a T-bone and suplex's Sinsation to the mat.)

Rick: This is only Sinsation's second match and both of them have been major title shots.

Eddie: They indeed have.

Rick: . . . is that fair?

Eddie: Sinsation makes it fair.

Rick: Hmm... I suppose.

Mike Bell slides out of the ring and picks up a steel chair. He then slides back into the ring and prepares to hit Sinsation with it.)

Rick: It looks like Bell is going to dish out some chair!

Eddie: Now THIS is what I wanted to see.

(Mike Bell winds the chair up and then crashes it down on the injured shoulder of Sinsation.)

Rick: Did you hear that shot?

Eddie: Ahh, music to my ears

(Bell pulls the chair back and then swings it several more times on the shoulder of Sinsation.)

Rick: It seems that Bell has picked out the shoulder rather than the knee in this match. I bet it was enough to catch Mr. Sinsation off guard

Eddie: Oh for sure. Because you HAVE to do things like that against Sinsation. He's a smart guy, you know.

(Bell decides to slide out for more goodies. The crowd pops as he pulls out his trademark box of florescent lights.)

Eddie: WOO!

(Bell slides the box in the ring and is about to enter when Sinsation's daughter/valet/manager/parking attendant spins him around.)

Rick: What the hell's jen up to?

(Suddenly, jen kisses Bell on the lips.)

Rick: BELL'S A MARRIED MAN!

Eddie: What a player!

(Mike Bell grabs her by the hair and holds her in a threatening manner.)

Rick: He's not gonna hit her, is he?

Eddie: DO IT!

Rick: EDDIE!

Eddie: I mean... DON'T DO IT! IT'S MORALLY WRONG! Even though she deserves it.

(Bell contemplates, then tosses her away.)

Rick: Oh thank heavens.

Eddie: Look, Rick!

(In the ring, Sinsation has a florescent light, then he decides to grab two. Then, he just takes the whole box. Bell climbs back on the apron.)

(KKKKSHHH!)

Rick: SINSATION JUST BROKE ABOUT 10 LIGHTS OVER BELL'S HEAD! THIS MIGHT BE THE UPSET OF THE YEAR!!!

(Bell is out and falling backwards. But Sinsation grabs him and throws him back in the ring. He covers.)

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

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

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

KICKOUT!

Rick: NO! BELL KICKED OUT!

Eddie: Wow! That was scary!

(Sinsation brings a bloody Mike Bell back to his feet while the crowd settles back down. Sinsation tosses him in the corner. He pauses to sneeze then charges. But Bell has regained his composure and shoots him, spearing Sinsation down.)

Eddie: SINSATION SPEAR! Ugh.. I mean, Bell Spear.

Rick: Just doesn't have the same ring, does it?

(Bell scoops Sinsation in his arms and powerslams him on broken glass. Then, he slids out of the ring. The Natural gives Jen a fierce look, causing her to hide under the ring.)

Eddie: Ha!

(Mike Bell lifts up the apron, revealing Jen. She screams and scampers out of the there, running up the ramp and to the back.)

Rick: And Sinsation's daughter has taken off!

Eddie: Bell wasn't even going after her. Look!

(The Extreme champ brings out a 20 foot ladder. He then slides it into the ring as he himself looks to re-enter.)

Rick: Mike Bell is looking to really open this match up by introducing a 15 foot ladder of all things.

Eddie: I wonder why he is doing that? Doesn't he know that he has a Hell on a Cell match with Chris Mann coming up shortly?

(Sinsation stands up just in time to catch a ladder to the face and down he goes. Bell then slams the ladder down on Sinsation's shoulder and once again Sinsation grimmaces in pain.)

Rick: Bell is still working on that shoulder. I wonder what that is all about?

(Eddie shrugs his shoulders.)

(At that moment Bell lifts the ladder and then positions it horizontally on the second turnbuckle in the corner.)

Rick: I don't like this. . .

Eddie: Ahh, but I do Rick!

(Mike Bell then lifts Sinsation up into a firemans carry and then runs towards the ladder. He launches Sinsation shoulder first into the ladder.)

Rick: Wow! Bell is really trying to weaken that shoulder!

Eddie: Don't make him submit Bell. Make him bleeeeeeed!!!

Rick: What is your obsession with bleeding Eddie?

(Eddie doesn't say anything. He just smiles.)

(In the ring, Sinsation gets back to his feet, wobbly and completely out of it. As he swaggers, Sinsation pulls out a pair of brass knux. He puts them on and swings wildly in the wrong direction. The force of the blind punch knocks the Sinsational one down to the mat. Bell looks at his fallen opponent, and shrugs before grabbing the ladder.)

Rick: I think Sinsation is out of it.

(A shot of Sinsation petting the ring like a dog.)

Eddie: Yup.

(Meanwhile, Mike Bell stands the ladder up in the corner. He grabs Sinsation, and begins to climb the ladder while pulling Sinsation up with him.)

Rick: Our Extreme champ definitely has something big planned here! He doesn't need to go this big! He might injure himself!

(Eddie looks on in horror.)

Eddie: Doesn't he know that he has a match next week with Chris Mann?

Rick: I don't know what in the world he's thinking.

(Bell gets to the top and still has a hold of Sinsation's hair.)

Rick: Folks they are 15 feet up in the air!

(Mike Bell then pulls Sinsation upright parrallel with him on the ladder. He then grabs Sinsation by the head and then jumps off.)

Rick: HOLY SHIT!!!!

Eddie: OH MY GOD!!!!!

(Bell is pulling the ladder and Sinsation out the ring. The ladder is stopped by the top rope but Sinsation and Bell fall straight through the announcers table as both Eddie and Rick head for higher ground. The ladder flips over the top rope and lands on the carnage.)

Rick: MIKE BELL HIT A DIAMOND CUTTER OFF OF A 20 FOOT LADDER!!!!!

Eddie: OUR TABLE IS OBLITERATED!!!!!

(That is an understatement. There are pieces of the announcers table scattered all over the place as both Rick and Eddie have looks of sheer amazement and horror on their faces]

Rick: Mike Bell sacrificed his body off of a 15 foot ladder! Is he crazy?

(Eddie can't say anything at all. He is completely dumbfounded as to why Mike Bell would do that.)

(Mike Bell begins to stir just a bit as does Sinsation. Bell's first instinct is to grab a chair and as soon as he steadies himself he crashes it over the head of Sinsation who goes down like a shot.)

Rick: Bell is still alive and going strong! How does he do it?

Eddie: I don't know, but he does. And that's why he is still the IWA Extreme Champion folks!

(A battered Mike Bell slides Sinsation into the ring and then slowly looks under the ring for what else but a second box of flourescent light bulbs.)

Rick: Oh my god. Here we go . . . again!

(Bell slides the box in and then enters the ring himself. He positions the box just right and then picks up Sinsation. He then puts Sinsation on the top turnbuckle.)

Eddie: Natural Disaster time!

(Mike Bell climbs up and then positions Sinsation in a standing suplex.)

Rick: Mike Bell hits this and it will be all over.

(Bell then shifts the body of Sinsation and grabs him in a diamond cutter position as he comes down throat first over the top rope.)

Eddie: NATURAL DISASTER!!!!!

(The top rope catapults Sinsation into the box of flourescent light bulbs and the glass and radon dust go up into the air.)

Rick: Sinsation is out!

(Mike Bell then turns him over and applies the Natural Lock.)

Eddie: It is all over with now!

Rick: Mike Bell is really torquing the hold and it is forcing Sinsation's face into that broken glass.

Eddie: The ref slides into position . . .

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

Eddie: Bell wins! Bell wins!

Rick: Oh man, look out because at Wrestle Wars it is going to be Chris Mann and Mike Bell II! And they are going to make the first go around look like a walk in the park...

Eddie: And I am going to be LOVING IT ALL!!!

(Bell slides out of the ring. He walks to the back as the fans give him a massive ovation. He leaves through the curtains and we go back to the ring with Mr. Sinsation lying in the broken glass.)

Rick: Sinsation needs help! He's hurt!

Eddie: Uh oh!

(A team of paramedics come jogging to the ring. They enter and check on Sinsation.)

Rick: The medics are out with a stretcher, folks.

Eddie: Sinsaiton is a legend! I hope he's OK.

(As the team begin to load Sinsation on the stretcher, a man comes walking rapidly to the ring.)

Rick: Hey! It's Chris Mann!

Eddie: What's the Rogue Horseman doing out here?

Rick: I don't know! He wanted a match, but wasn't given one!

(Mann grabs a steel chair and slides in the ring. The medics ask him to leave, but he ignores then and sits the chair up in the middle of the ring.)

Eddie: Why is he out here? What's he want with Sinsation?

(Mann grabs Sinsation by the hair and pulls him up. Mann stuffs Sinsation's head between his legs.)

Rick: What is he doing? Sinsation is already out!

(The medics attempt to have him stop, but dare not get in the way. Then, Mann lifts him high in the air and powerbombs him on the seat of the chair. The force causes the legs to snap apart, and leaves Sinsation nearly dead. The crowd starts a "HOLY SHIT" chant.)

Eddie: WHAT A POWERBOMB!

(Mann demands a mic and is handed one.)

Mann: Since I wasn't given a match tonight, I figured I better get in a little bit of a warm up for Wrestle Wars. Because against Bell, on top of that cage... I'm gonna have to be 150%, or my career could be ended just like that.

(The crowd is now completely silent, listening to his words.)

Mann: Sorry Sinsation, nothing personal. And to all you fans out there who praise the Extreme title match Bell and I had a couple weeks ago . . . you ain't seen nothin' yet.

(Mann tosses the mic down. The fans react with a mixture of boos and cheers. "Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent plays in the arena.)

Rick: Wrestle Wars 3 is gonna so huge... so very huge.

(A shot of the medics finally bringing a battered and bloodied Mr. Sinsation to the back on the stretcher.)

Rick: Welcome back fans! We're moments away fro . . .

[Rick stops talking as we abruptly cut to the back. Luke Justice and Blaze are snacking at a snack table. A snack is in the hands of both these snackers.]

Rick: It's Team Cool! Last week they upset the former NeWA Tag Champs.

Eddie: Snack.

Rick: Huh?

Justice: Hey Blaze, did you talk to Vincent about our title shot yet?

Blaze: Nah. He seems kinda moody. You go talk to him.

Justice: Just play it cool, Blaze. Like the name says... we're cool. We can do anything...

[Just then, Adam Fierce walks to the table. He grabs a donut, takes a bite and addresses the team.]

Fierce: Blaze, Luke Justice! What's up, guys?

[They look at each other and smile.]

Blaze: Just the man I wanna see. We beat Paradox last week. They are former NeWA Tag champs, correct?

[Fierce opens his mouth to speak, but...]

Justice: Correct!

Blaze: Therefore, we are worthy of a title shot!

Fierce: Sorry dudes. The Hardcore Contingent has the title shot.

Justice: But we beat Paradox! We're Team Cool!

Fierce: Yeah, about that name. Guys. Team Cool? You didn't give that much thought, did you?

[They look at each other.]

Blaze: Luke's cool. I'm cool. So, we're Team Cool? See how that works?

[Fierce looks at the floor awkwardly.]

Fierce: Yyyyeeeah. Well I'll tell you what. Next week, you guys get an IWA tag team title shot. If you guys win, you get Riggs and Barcode's NeWA title shot. Sound good?

Blaze: Sounds cool.

Justice: Cool.

Fierce: Alrighty. It's set then. Enjoy the donuts.

[Fierce walks off, and we cut back to ringside.]

Rick: Well, that sounds fun.

Eddie: Go HC!

[Cut backstage. The crowd pops as we see Adam Burke and Super Shoink together.]

Shoink: We would have won! Stupid Jeckel and his stupid attack! He's stupid!

Burke: Of course, that loaded purse helped. Say, where's Evan?

Hurley: He's having a bad day again. He took off already.

Burke: Damn! We could use him to plan our sneak attack on Jeckel!

Rick: They're gonna attack Jeckel!?

Eddie: They're too dumb to pull this off.

Shoink: So, how should we do this?

Burke: Uh... how about a chair?

Shoink: That's too... usual.

Burke: Hmm. How 'bout this?

[Burke grabs a nearby shovel.]

Shoink: Meh.

[Just then, Jeckel steps behind the two. Neither Burke nor Shoink can see him.]

Rick: Uh oh! This doesn't look good!

Shoink: How about we blow up his house.

Burke: That's a little much, don't you think.

[As Jeckel listens in, a smile grows on his face. Then, an off-camera stagehand speaks.]

Stagehand: Adam Burke! Super Shoink! How's it going??

[Burke turns to face the stagehand, sending the shovel spinning around and smacking Jeckel in the side of the head.]

[CLANK!]

Burke: Hey, what's up Gary!

Shoink: Hey Gary.

Rick: Burke just hit Jeckel with the shovel!

Eddie: And he doesn't even know it!

[Jeckel drops to one knee. He's dazed, but holds himself up. Then, Burke turns back around and again smacks Jeckel in the side of the head without realizing.]

[CLANK!]

Burke: Ok, so about our attack...

Shoink: So you wanna use the shovel?

[The impact of that second shot knocks Jeckel to the ground.]

Rick: He just . . . !

Eddie: Well that was lucky.

Burke: I think it can do the trick.

[Jeckel is slowly getting back up. He shakes his head trying to regain his composure. Then, Burke drops his keys.]

Burke: Whoops.

[Burke bends over to grab his keys, sending the shovel hurling upwards, into the groin of Jeckel. Burke stands upright.]

Rick: OUCH!

Shoink: Maybe we should find some barbwire?

Burke: Yeah!

[Burke spins to his left, looking around for barbwire. This time, he smokes Jeckel in the face.]

[SMACK!]

[Jeckel is knocked backwards, and he falls into a dumbster behind them.]

Eddie: Can you believe this??

Rick: Jeckel could have a broken nose from that!!

[Burke spins back around to Shoink.]

Burke: I don't know where to find barbwire!

Shoink: Well I don't either!

[Now, we zoom out slightly as a garbage truck drives into the shot. Burke and Shoink turn to the truck. The driver yells out.]

Driver: Hi guys! Don't mind me! I'm just doin' my job!

Shoink: Carry on!

[The truck locks its forks into the side of the dumbster. Pressing a button, the driver lifts the dumbster in the air.]

Eddie: Oh boy . . .

[The garbage truck lifts the dumbster upside down, and everything, including Jeckel, falls into the garbage carrying bed. Then, he lowers the dumbster and backs the forks out.]

Driver: OK, see you guys later.

Burke: Bye.

[The truck backs away out of the shot. We zoom back in on Shoink and Burke.]

Burke: Man, forget about the attack! I'm tired. Let's go home.

Shoink: Yeah, OK.

[Burke tosses the shovel down, and the two walk off. Cut back to ringside, where Rick and Eddie are befuddled.]

Rick: Well...

Eddie: Rick, that was the weirdest thing I've ever seen.

Rick: That's definitely up there!

Eddie: I mean, Burke just beat the hell out of Jeckel with a shovel... and doesn't even know it!!!

Rick: I just hope Jeckel isn't permanently hurt! That garbage truck can crush him to nothing! I'm sure someone who watched that on the monitors will go fetch him out though. But, I think Jeckel's nose is broken!

Eddie: It probably is!

(Cut.)

(This is getting to be a common occurrence.)

(The door to Mike Vincent's office bursts open, and Boog walks through, ready to wrestle.)

(Mike leans back and Boog places both of his hands on the desk, and leans toward him.)

Boog: Hi, Mike.

Vincent: Uh...hi.

Boog: I've won, Mike.

Vincent: uh...

Boog: Face the facts, Mike, I've gotten through everything that you've put in my face, and tonight is just same-old-same-old. Now, I have a world title shot. You know what that means?

(Vincent just stares)

Boog: If and when I win that thing, I won't go ANYWHERE. I'll take to the IWA halls, letting people know that this was a humbling experience for you. That someone can keep control of his career despite everything that you try to do. And I'll still be nice about it. Keep that in mind, big man.

(Boog pats Mike on the face and turns toward the door.)

Boog: Oh, yeah...don't forget the challenge that I laid down to you.

Rick: That's right. The Boog-man challenged Vincent to a match. Boog wants to end this.

Eddie: That's pathetic! Vincent ain't a wrestler!

Boog: I wanna know tonight, Mike. And don't think that I'm concerned with Diablo back in the ring. He's nothing new.

Boog: Ciao!

(Fade out on a grim-looking Mike Vincent as the door closes...)

[Cut into Darrel Besolve's locker room. The boos can be heard throughout the arena as he lays in punches to a punching bag set up. Besolve looks angry, very angry.]

[Cut somewhere else. The crowd boos as the man known as Diablo walks through the halls. He's heading to the ring, looking mean, looking strong.]

[Now, we cut to Adam Knight's dressing room. The crowd pops huge. Adam Knight is stretching. His World title is spread over the bench.]

Rick: We are only moments away from our HUGE main event! Besolve, Boog, Diablo, Knight . . . NEXT!

Rick: Welcome back!

Eddie: No talking! Straight to main event!

Rick: Uh. Yeah.

#I Am Ironman#

(Boos.)

(The familiar guitar riff plays out and blue and gold laser lights begin flashing around the dark arena. After flailing around the arena, the laser lights begin flashing in a single spot in front of the entrance ramp. The crowd boos loud, before an arrival. Darrel Besolve steps into the mixed laser light, adorned in a long, black wrestling robe. The robe is lined with white rhinestones around the edges. Darrel�s face is devoid of any sign of his trademark smirk. He is instead, very bitter and angry.)

Rick: Boog, Knight and Diablo might have their hands full tonight. besolve doesn't look like he's gonna play around.

Eddie: Four of the best wrestlers in the World! Of course they're gonna have their hands full!

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

(Shortstop plays, and the fans immediately know.)

Rick: Listen to the fans react to the IWA Heavyweight Champion!

Eddie: The World's Original piece of garbage!

(Boog enters the arena. Boog seems calm and patient, almost like a kung fu master.)

(Yes, a kung fu master.)

Eddie: Boog makes me sick, you know that?

Rick: Eddie, defying all odds, Boog has remained the title for several months! He is quite deserving of this gold.

(Boog slides in the ring, keeping a close eye on his opponent at Wrestle Wars, "The Future" Darrel Besolve. The two stare at each other intently. The crowd's cheering is all that is heard as Boog's music fades away. The fans want to see these two go at it. But, something breaks the tension.)

[Pyro.]

[Pyrotechnics rip throughout the arena, as metal rifts pound the arena walls! The lights turn red, and "The Immortal One" appears on the Tron, in between flicks of Diablo destroying opponents with his Killing Fields finisher.]

#Shriek the lips across the ragged tongue#
#Convulsing together singing violently#
#Move the jaw, cry out loud#
#Bound up the dead triumphantly#

[Diablo can now be seen just in front of the curtain, his back turned to the crowd. He's wearing his normal black trenchcoat, and his black boots. His normal pair of tights can't be seen, but they're on. His hair is stringy and wet, and falls upon his trenchcoat.]

Rick: This is Diablo's first ever match as an IWA member.

Eddie: What a massive way he could start his IWA career tonight!

#The ragged they come and the ragged they kill!#
#You pray so hard on bloody knees#
#The ragged the come and the ragged they kill!#
#Down in the cool air I can see#

[Boos erupt from the audience as they see Diablo appear from the curtain. Diablo begins to raise up his arms, his back still toward the ring.]

#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm the one that you wanted!#
#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm your Superbeast!#
#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm the one that you wanted!#
#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm your Superbeast!#

[Diablo drops his arms with force as flames explode from the ringposts! Fire lights and runs down the sides of the rampway, traveling at Diablo's pace, as he is now faced towards the ring, steadily walking, his ice blue eyes never leaving his opponents' eyes.]

#Stir the limbs, across the wrist#
#Full possession of the memory#
#Bury me, oh as a dog!#
#Icy hands surrounding me#

[Diablo continues his stare, as he enters the ring, and strips his trenchcoat off, revealing his tattoos and chiseled torso to the world.]

#The ragged they come and the ragged they kill!#
#You pray so hard on bloody knees#
#The ragged the come and the ragged they kill!#
#Down in the cool air I can see#

[Diablo tosses the coat aside, and paces back and forth in the ring, continuing the stare that seems to pierce through his opponent's flesh and gaze into his soul.]

#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm the one that you wanted!#
#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm your Superbeast!#
#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm the one that you wanted!#
#Hey Yeah!#
#I'm your Superbeast!#

[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. 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 ringside. He and Boog look at each other and nod, before diving into the ring. The giant Diablo and Darrel Besolve stomp away on them.)

Rick: And we're off!

DING!

DING!

DING!

(Knight fights through Diablo's powerful stomps, and rakes his face. Boog has hit Besolve with a jawbreaker, and the faces are in control.)

Rick: Boog locks Besolve in a waistlock... and what a suplex! Besolve sent across the ring with that!

(Boog and Knight double-up, and Irish whip Diablo into the corner. Boog charges first, but runs into Diablo's big boot. Knight charges at Diablo, but ducks a high lariat. Diablo now hits Knight with a huge chop sending him in the corner. Knight shakes it off and charges out, but a powerslam takes him down.)

Eddie: Diablo is taking care of business! 7'4" of power in that man!

Rick: Boog is back up, and he chops Diablo's knee, and the big man drops to one knee. But here comes Besolve, pulling Boog by the hair!

Eddie: He's gonna rip his hair out!

(But Boog strikes Besolve in the stomach, releasing his grip. Boog runs into the ropes for momentum and leaps at his opponent. The Future catches him and a fallaway slam takes Boog out of the ring.)

Rick: Cross-body block backfired huge there.

Eddie: Now it's Knight's turn.

(Knight and Besolve are tied up. Knight gets the upperhand, backing Besolve into the corner, but The Future gets it back with a big headbutt. Now, Besolve lays it into The World champ with his golden glove right hands. Besolve whips Knight into the ropes, but Knight comes firing back with a clothesline attempt.)

Rick: Here comes the Revolution! But Besolve ducks, and Knight flies right into Diablo's arms! Mandrake carries him . . . and tosses him over the ropes and into The Boog-man's arms!

Eddie: Woo! The heels are taking care of business! And listen to that beautiful response!

(The crowd is booing loud as Besolve and Diablo stand alone in the ring. But right then, Besolve low blows the big Diablo. Then, Besolve releases a scream as he throws Diablo to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex.)

Rick: What power displayed by The Future! And also, what a show of class that low-blow was.

Eddie: Can you think of a better way to take down that man?

Rick: Heh. Not really, no.

(Diablo attempts to get to his feet, but Besolve digs his boot into the EWWA champion's neck. Then, Boog and Knight slide in the ring.)

Rick: This is suppose to be one-on-one with two men on the apron, folks! But it doesn't look like anyone wants to wait!

(Boog-man mounts the turnbuckle as Besolve turns around right into a massive Knight spinebuster.)

Rick: Did you hear that?

Eddie: Never mind that! Here comes Boog!

(The Boog-man leaps backwards, getting huge air with a Boogsault that connects. The crowd erupts.)

Eddie: Ah! Besolve is in trouble!

Rick: What a great moonsault!

(Diablo has returned to his feet. Knight charges but gets an elbow in the face. Then, the IWA champion kicks him in the gut. Boog grabs Diablo's big head, and plants it in the mat with a DDT.)

Rick: Big DDT! Now Boog is telling Knight to climb!

Eddie: Oh hell!

(Knight mounts to the top rope while Boog holds Diablo down. Knight stares across at the screaming fans before leaping off with a massive elbow in the air. Knight falls from 10 feet in the air and drives that elbow into Diablo's chest. The fans are going insane.)

Rick: LONG WAY DOWN! And Knight's going for the cover!!

Eddie: Who's legal??

Rick: Who cares!

. . . . . . . . . ONE!

. . . . . . . . . TWO!

. . . . . . . . . THRE--Diablo throws Knight off!

Eddie: Man that was close!

Rick: And Boog and Besolve are on the outside. It looks like this thing is FINALLY back to normal.

(Knight begins stomping at Diablo's legs and knees. After dropping an elbow on the left knee, he begins wrenching the leg sideways.)

Rick: Knight is a powerful man, and he can break Diablo's leg!

Eddie: But Diablo is fighting! He's TOO big and TOO strong, Rick.

(Diablo stretches across and reaches the ropes. Knight is reluctant to break the leg hold, but does so and gets to his feet. Besolve stretches out of his corner, and throws Knight down by his hair.)

Rick: Cheap shot by Darrel Besolve!

Eddie: Whatever works!

(Knight hops back to his feet and lunges at Besolve, who simply hops off the apron. But on the outside comes Boog-man. The World's Original powers through Besolve with a clothesline. The crowd pops.)

Rick: Way to go, Boog! Show that arrogant punk who's boss.

Eddie: Rick! Darrel's wife's in the hospital!

Rick: Yeah. I'm sorry.

Eddie: And say I'm better than you! Say it . . .

(Adam Knight turns back around to his opponent. But Diablo is standing right there to rock him with a right hand.)

Rick: That's a GIANT fist that just socked the World champ.

(Diablo drives a series of knees to the midsection of Adam Knight. Then, he whips Knight into the opposite corner. Knight stumbles out, but is able to duck a boot to the face. He meets Diablo face to face and starts trading punches. But quickly, Diablo gains the upper hand.)

Rick: Trading punches with Diablo is not something you wanna do.

Eddie: Yeah! What a dumb-ass our World Champion is.

(Diablo grabs Knight's arm. He whips Knight around, and pulls him right back into his arms for a belly-to-belly suplex.)

Eddie: Diablo is in charge. Former North American champion, this Diablo is.

Rick: Yeah, but all three of his opponents have been NeWA WORLD champ, Eddie!

Eddie: That's interesting.

(Diablo brings Knight up and stuffs his head between his legs. Diablo hoists Knight in the air. He powerbombs Knight onto the ropes, springing him higher in the air before being driven into the mat with a powerbomb heard across the land.)

Rick: Outstanding use of the ropes by Diablo! And he could have him with this cover!

1!
. . . . . . . . .
2!
. . . . . . . . .
Besolve and Boog both make the save.

Rick: So hard for someone to get a clean pin with 2 guys lurking on the outside all the time.

(Diablo stands up, and makes the tag to Besolve. Darrel wastes no time entering the ring. He begins laying kicks to Knight, forcing him to exit the ring for safety. Besolve bounces off the ropes and slides out at Knight with a baseball slide, and he connects with the target. Knight bounces into the guardrail. Besolve now lays into Knight with hard knife-edge chops, as the fans reach out to touch their heroes. Then, Besolve looks under the ring.)

Eddie: Darrel's going for some weapons! It's all legal on the outside, Rick!

Rick: It sure is! If you're afraid of weapons in the IWA, you best stay your ass in that ring!

(Besolve pulls out a pair STOP signs. The fans react negatively. Besolve spins around and clocks Knight in the side of the face with one sign. Then, he nails him with the other. Finally, he sandwiches Knight's head in between the two signs.)

Rick: And Knight is ROCKED!

Eddie: You could say, Knight was STOPPED tonight! Hahahah!

Rick: Clever Eddie!

Eddie: Besolve sure put a STOP to him! Hahaha!

Rick: Wait a minute! Here comes the Boog-man!

(Boog leaps off the top rope and nails Besolve with a missile dropkick.)

Rick: Amazing high-risk maneuver from The IWA Champion!

Eddie: I think it hurt Boog, too.

(With all three men down, the big Diablo paces in for the pickings. He holds with him, a steel chair.)

Rick: That's 7-foot-4-inches with a dangerous weapon and 3 downed opponents!

Eddie: He could put them all away right here!

(Diablo grabs Knight, who is the only one attempting to climb back up. He throws Knight back into the guardrail. Diablo drives the butt of the chair into the World champ's stomach. Diablo winds up . . .)

Rick: No! Boog from behind pulls the chair away!

Eddie: But a mule kick from the giant regains the advantage.

(Diablo grabs the chair from Boog, as he holds his crotch. Diablo spins around.)

(CRACK!)

Rick: A huge shot to the skull of the World Champ!

(Diablo drops the chair onto Adam Knight. He scoops Boog's head under his arm and DDT's his head into the steel chair on The Revolution.)

Eddie: Wow! Diablo is cleaning house!

Rick: Here comes The Future!

(Besolve comes charging after Diablo, but the big man side-steps it and throws Darrel head first into the ring-post, and he goes down.)

Rick: They looked bad before Diablo came over... but now, they look much, much worse!

Eddie: This guy is a machine!

Rick: That's why he's the EWWA champion.

(Diablo grabs the Darrel, and rolls him in the ring close to the corner. Then he rolls The Revolution in the ring.)

Eddie: What's he doing?

Rick: I think I know!

(Diablo climbs up onto the apron. He reaches over the ropes and smacks the back of a downed Darrel Besolve. Diablo enters the ring and pulls Knight up.)

Eddie: He was tagging himself in so he could get the win! I see!

(Diablo locks on a double-underhook on Knight. Diablo shakes his head, throwing his black hair around. Then, he lifts Knight up, and powerbombs him to the mat.)

Rick: KNIGHTFALL! HE HIT THE WORLD CHAMP WITH HIS OWN MOVE!

Eddie: YES!!!

(Diablo drops down for the lateral press.)

Eddie: LUCIFER!!! LUCIFER!!! LUCIFER!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THR -

Besolve breaks the count!

Eddie: Oh man!

Rick: Diablo just about started his IWA career in a BIG way!

(Diablo climbs to his feet. In anger, he grabs Darrel by the throat.)

Eddie: It looks like The Future might pay for that... and pay good!

(But no. Darrel low blows his opponent. Then, in a fantastic display of strength, Besolve scoops up the big monster, and spinebuster's him to the mat.)

Rick: BESOLVE SPIKE!!!

Eddie: That was the biggest Besolve Spike I've ever seen!

(In all the hooplah, Knight is able to crawl, miserably slow, to The Boog-Man's corner.)

Rick: Knight is reaching . . .

Eddie: But here comes Darrel Besolve!

Rick: Reaching . . .

(Tag.)

Rick: He got it! And here comes the IWA champ!

(Boog-man spings himself in the ring and quickly ducks a right hand from Besolve. Boog spins around with a kick to Darrel's gut, then he whips Besolve into the corner. As the crowd cheers, The World's Original charges, and hits a huge splash onto The Future. Now, Boog climbs onto the second turnbuckle. The crowd counts along as he gives Besolve fierce right hands.)

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!

Rick: Boog is giving Besolve his all tonight!

Crowd: SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!

(Pause.)

(Besolve Spike.)

Rick: DARREL COMES OUT OF NOWHERE WITH ANOTHER BESOLVE SPIKE!

Eddie: And he's going for the cover!

ONE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Diablo makes the save!

Rick: Holy hell! Besolve almost scored his biggest win in a long time!

(Diablo lays in forearm after forearm on Besolve, before throwing him out of the ring. Now, Diablo picks up Boog, and puts him in a bearhug.)

Rick: Finally, it's the two legal men back in the ring. And things have slowed down.

Eddie: And I can breathe again.

(Diablo carries Boog to a corner, and sits him in the top rope. He climbs to the first rope and wraps his arms around Boog's waist.)

Eddie: I'm gonna like this!

(Diablo drops back, trying to suplex Boog across the ring, but the IWA champ holds on to the top rope. The big man crashes on his back.)

Rick: This could be the opportunity Boog has been waiting for!

(Boog stands tall on the top rope and leaps off, arms and feet spread out. He falls long and far, and splashes onto the big Diablo.)

Rick: PERFECT EXECUTION! AND THE COVER!

ONE . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . . . . NOOOOOO!!!

Rick: How the hell did Diablo kick out???

Eddie: I don't know! But this ain't done yet!

(Boog climbs back to his feet. He begins to rest, but Diablo is quickly back up. Boog begins kicking Diablo's left knee, trying to take him down.)

Rick: Boog's trying to ground the giant, which in my opinion is an excellent strategy.

Eddie: Diablo with a face-rake! And there goes that strategy.

(Diablo drives his knee into the gut of Boog. Then, he wraps his arms around Boog and takes him down with a gutwrench suplex. Diablo brings Boog back to his feet. He grabs Boog by his neck and throws him 6 feet away into the corner.)

Eddie: What power!

Rick: But look! Knight just tagged Boog's back! Diablo didn't see it!

(Diablo lifts Boog up, and Gorilla presses him over his head, before throwing him down. Boog-man rolls out of the ring unknowingly. Diablo turns around and here comes Knight.)

Rick: THE REVOLUTION JUST SPEARED DOWN THE MONSTER KNOWN AS DIABLO!!

Eddie: And look at him laying in the right hands.

Rick: Uh oh, Eddie! Boog's out in front of us on the floor, and here comes Darrel Besolve!

(Besolve runs in and stomps on Boog's head. Then, Darrel grabs chair and smacks it against Boog's back. Then, he pulls up the IWA champ.)

Rick: Things are heating up right in front of us!

(In the ring, Knight is still laying in punches on Diablo. He has finally stopped, only to pull the man to his feet. Back on the outside, Besolve has rolled Boog onto the announce table. Rick and Eddie scramble away.)

Eddie: No! The beautiful, beautiful table! Well, it ain't that nice, really. Lousy cheap company.

Rick: What is Besolve planning here?

(Besolve stands on the announce table, and pulls Boog up.)

(Back in the ring, Adam Knight has the double-underhook locked on Diablo.)

Eddie: What do I watch?? What do I watch??

(Knight lifts Diablo in the air with an amazing display of power, and powerbombs him to the mat.)

Rick: KNIGHTFALL!!! KNIGHTFALL!!!

Eddie: Knight's going for the cover!

(As Knight drops down, Besolve stuffs Boog's head under his arm.)

ONE!

Besolve lifts Boog in the air . . .

TWO!

He holds him there . . .

THREE!!!

CRASH!

Rick: KNIGHT WINS!

Eddie: BOOG'S BROKEN!

Rick: This is chaos!

(Knight raises his arms in triumph, but the cheers are kept to a mininum. Most of the fans are silenced by Besolve's Light of Judgement on Boog through the announce table.)

Rick: I don't think Knight's realized what's happened yet.

Eddie: I think he is now . . .

(Knight turns over. He sees Boog laying motionless in the wreckage. Darrel Besolve stands overtop Boog, staring at Knight. The Revolution in turn stares at him. Knight's fists clench, as the rage builds inside him.)

Eddie: Knight is pissed off, Rick!

Rick: So is Besolve! Things are gonna fly!

(Besolve takes a step towards the ring. The fans have begun to cheer as Knight challenges Besolve to enter the ring. Besolve simply smiles, as a pool cue is broken across Knight's head from an attacker.)

Rick: IT'S BLADE! FORMER NeWA CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMP!

Eddie: He broke that pool cue!

Rick: Blade and Knight use to be great friends! And now look at this!

(Blade is laying in the boots as the crowd boos away. Besolve has entered the ring, and has joined the attack. Besolve pulls Knight up, and a Rock Bottom takes him back down. Blade climbs to the top rope.)

Eddie: He's going up top! I love this stuff!

(Blade leaps off with a Senton bomb and connects. The boos grow louder. Besolve now exits the ring, and rolls Boog in. Diablo has now risen back up. Blade picks Boog up, and smacks him in the face.)

Rick: What a show of disrespect. Boog and Blade are set to battle it out at Wrestle Classic for the NeWA Television title.

(Suddenly, Boog-man clotheslines Blade to his feet. Besolve charges, but is flapjacked down. Now, Boog turns to Diablo, but his massive forearm ends Boog's struggle.)

Eddie: This is turning out to be a very bad day to be a good guy.

Rick: You�re telling me.

[Besolve begins working over Boog while Diablo brings up Knight and holds him for Blade. The pool cue shot Blade laid on him earlier has left Knight in a terrible daze and he is unable to even attempt a struggle against the 7 footer. Boog is crumpled down in the corner, getting kicked in the face and chest by Besolve.]

Rick: Someone has to come out here and stop this.

Eddie: Who says?

[Crowd pops]

Eddie: Oh no. Who is it?

Rick: Um�

[Samantha Knight is sprinting to the ring, accompanied by Midnight.]

Rick: Sam and her pet wolf, Midnight? That isn�t exactly the cavalry I was expecting.

Eddie: It may prove effective though. An angry wolf is quite an equalizer.

[Sure enough, Midnight springs onto the ring apron.]

Rick: This is too much. No one can control that thing!

[Besolve has other ideas. Swiping up the chair used to down his master, Darrel pauses�]

Eddie: I think Besolve has a way to control it�

Rick: No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Crowd goes silent]

[A loud yelp was the trigger that brought silence to the masses. One swift, violent motion had caused the fierce animal to collapse. Blindsided by a chair shot, the wolf lay limp at Darrel�s feet. The crowd�s silence grows into fury quite quickly.]

Rick: That is just plain old sick! I meant put it on a leash, not kill it! Darrel Besolve is a heartless son of a bitch.

Eddie: Save it for the animal rights activists, Darrel protected himself against a threatening animal.

[Soaking in the jeering of the crowd brought a smile to the once mighty, fan favorite�s face. Tears streaming down her cheeks, Samantha jumped into the ring to check on her pet. Midnight meant so much to her and Adam, he was even the ring bearer at their wedding. She knelt before the prone body of the wolf without realizes that she had put herself in harm�s way.]

Rick: Oh no�.

Eddie: Hold up now, this is seriously uncool.

[The fans are going berserk, booing the roof off the place.]

[Blade left Adam, only to turn his attention to Boog. Diablo still had Knight, now grasped in a rear chokehold. The Future, now not only standing over Midnight, but also Samantha, smiled a wicked smile.]

Rick: COME ON, SHE�S A WOMAN!!!!!!!!!

[He�s raising the chair.]

Eddie: GET SOME HELP OUT HERE!

[Crash!]

[Besolve brought the chair down square on the top of her head. Knight, who had been lifeless in Diablo�s clutches, no struggled to be free�he saw what happened to Samantha. She bled from the top of her skull. Realizing what he had done was seen by his nemesis, Darrel�s smile grew larger.]

Rick: Darrel Besolve is no longer a human being; he is the lowest of the low. Samantha Knight doesn�t deserve this.

Eddie: I expected him to extract revenge on Knight, but this is taking things too far.

[The fans are littering the ring with debris. Adam fights, but he is too sapped to accomplish much.]

Darrel: (To Diablo) Let him go.

[Diablo releases his grip, but Knight barely has the strength to stand. He has been beaten up and for several minutes deprived of air by the biggest man in the alliance today. This makes him an easy target as Darrel, holding the chair at his side, snaps Knight�s neck back with a superkick.]

Eddie: BESOLVE BLASTER ON KNIGHT!

Rick: Adam was basically out on his feet.

[Knight hits the ground hard. Upon impact he weakly tries to get back to his feet, but can�t. He is conscious, but in no condition to battle these odds.]

Rick: A valiant effort, but this is too much.

[Across the ring Blade no has beaten Boog to a pulp, hammering him with martial arts attacks. He whips Boog out of the ring and to the floor before returning to the World Champion. Blade steps over him, grabbing both legs, and leans back into a Boston Crab.]

Eddie: I am not a Knight fan, but even I worry about what they are going to do to him. I mean, come on, the guy has had enough already.

[Blade wrenches in the move for awhile before Diablo reaches down, locking his massive paws on Knight�s jaw. He bows the champion even further, pulling him up with a modified chinlock. He is in incredible pain, but is also held for a perfect view.]

Rick: Oh, please, not again. Seriously now, please, not again�

[Besolve drops the chair.]

Eddie: Good, I think this may be over.

[Eddie spoke too soon. Darrel kneels down and snatches Samantha by the hair. Hoisting her to her feet, he laughs out loud. Holding her with one arm, he points at Adam.]

Darrel: You brought this on yourself!

[Front chancery�]

Rick: HELL NO!!!!!!!!!!! THIS CAN�T HAPPEN! VINCENT, SEND SOME [Censored] SECURITY OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!

[Adam reaches out his arms, which shake from the pressure that is nearly tearing him apart. He is powerless to help her as The Future lifts her into the air.]

Eddie: LIGHT OF JUDGMENT ON SAMANTHA!!!!!!!!!!

[The brainbuster DDT might have broke her neck. Sitting up, Darrel is staring Knight right in the face.]

Darrel: Who the fuck did you think you were dealing with? Huh? Look what happens when you fuck with me.

[He grabs the champion�s hair and forces his eye down to the battered woman. The Boy Wonder screams into Knight�s face.]

Darrel: LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Reaching down, he swabs up blood from her cracked head and wipes it across Knight�s face.]

Darrel: Would you like to bury the hatchet now, Sweetness?

[He forces Knight�s face around to look into his eyes.]

Darrel: This ends when I say, fucker. That�s just the way it is.

Rick: Folks, we are out of time. I can�t believe what I am seeing!!!!!!

[The crowd in unison sings a chorus of boos. Hatred and anger emmitting from their each and every one of them.]

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