("Puritania" by Dimmu Borgir breaks the silence. And, from the back comes a man in a long trenchcoat.)

Rick: Trickster has a HUGE opportunity tonight. This could be the start of something big if he is the victor tonight.

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

("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.)

Eddie: Do something funny!

(Super Shoink pulls out a pair of scissors and cuts off a piece of some girl's blond hair. He giggles and runs to ringside.)

Eddie: Ha! He just stole her hair!

(Shoink tosses the useless clump to the ground and enters the ring.)

"DING DING," says the bell.

(Trickster charges Shoink, but is armdragged down. Shoink holds Trickster in the move until Trickster is able to struggle free. Trickster gets to his feet and eyes the champion. Again, he charges, this time more suddenly, but Shoink is quick and takes him down with a drop-toe-hold. Shoink, holding Trickster's leg, leaps over him and snaps back at the leg.)

Rick: That'll pull a hamstring.

Eddie: Mmm. Ham.

Rick: You watch too much Simpsons, man.

Eddie: Think about what you just said.

Rick: . . . Uh, I mean . . . GO SIMPSONS!

(Suddenly, Homer Simpson comes stumbling down to the ring. Wait, that's not true. Instead, Shoink has whipped Trickster into the corner. He charges and tastes an elbow.)

Eddie: Mmm. Elbow.

(Trickster hops on the second rope, and quickly bulldogs Shoink to the mat.)

Rick: What a huge bulldog! Trickster could have this one right now!

Eddie: I doubt it.

(The cover. ONE . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . . kickout.)

Eddie: See?

(Both men get to their feet. Trickster whips Shoink into the ropes. Shoink comes back ducking a clothesline. Flying off the next set of ropes, he leaps in the air with a cross-body block, taking Trickster down.)

Rick: Shoink hooks the legs . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . no!

(Trickster and Super Shoink climb back up to their feet. With Trickster in a daze, Shoink scoops him in his arms. Then, Shoink tosses him over his shoulders, crashing to the mat.)

Rick: Fallaway slam from the cruiserweight champ. And it looks like Shoink's going up top.

(Indeed, Shoink climbs to the top rope. Measuring up his opponent, he's perched and waiting. Trickster gets to his feet. He stumbles around to face Shoink and the champion leaps off.)

Rick: Missile dropkick!

Eddie: No! Trickster side-steps it!

(Trickster immediately pulls a hurt Shoink to his feet and tosses him out of the ring. Trickster raises his arms as the sole combatant left in the ring. The fans, in turn, boo.)

Rick: This pro-Shoink crowd doesn't like Trickster's methods.

Eddie: Pro-Shoink?? No one likes Shoink.

Rick: Eddie, no talking.

(Shoink is helped to his feet by Dackles. Both men look up as Trickster leaps over the top rope, taking both of them back to the ground.)

Rick: What a suicide dive from Trickster! Eddie, we might see a new Cruiserweight champ!

Eddie: If there's a god.

Rick: What's your beef with Shoink, anyway?

Eddie: Look at him! He's a goofy retard.

Rick: And we all love him for it.

Eddie: Ahh! Why?? Ahhh!

(Trickster takes the opportunity to grab a steel chair. He returns to Shoink, who is on the ground, and winds up.)

Trickster: OI!

Rick: Shoink just kicked Trickster where the sun don't shine!

Eddie: CHEATER! CHEATER!

Rick: That's not cheating when you're on the outside, Eddie.

Eddie: . . . CHEATER!

(Shoink gets up and rolls Trickster in. As the ref checks on Trickster, a man leaps from the crowd to ringside.)

Eddie: SIMON BENSON!

Rick: It's Simon Benson and he's got the IWA Cruiserweight title!

(Shoink turns around just in time to see Benson hurling toward him.)

(CRACK!)

Rick: Shoink just got NAILED with his own damned title belt!

Eddie: Ha!

(Benson quickly rolls a lifeless Super Shoink into the ring as the crowd boos. Trickster sees the opportunity and drapes his arm over Super Shoink's chest.)

Rick: OH NO!

- ONE -

Eddie: OH YES!

- TWO -

Rick: NO!

- Kickout -

Eddie: DAMN IT!

Rick: Benson tried to cost Shoink the cruiserweight title, I'm guessing in hopes of facing Trickster at Wrestle Wars instead.

Eddie: Are you implying he's afraid of Shoink?

Rick: I'm saying Benson's an opportunist who's always looking for easier, bigger, better.

Eddie: You just described half of North America, Rick.

(Trickster grabs Shoink and stuffs his head under his arm.)

Rick: Uh oh. It looks like it might be time for the Phantasmagoria!

Eddie: Shoink's in a world of trouble now!

(Trickster lifts Shoink in the air, but Shoink fights it off, and allows himself to be dropped to the mat. In a quick motion, Super Shoink flapjacks Trickster to the mat.)

Rick: What a counter! It would have surely been over had Trickster hit the Phantasmagoria right there.

(With Trickster laying on his stomach, Shoink puts his right leg in between Trickster's legs, then twists them. Holding them in place with his left leg, Shoink reaches over and begins wrenching back on Trickster's neck.)

Rick: It's the Shoink Side Stretch!

Eddie: No! Don't tap! Don't tap!

(Trickster fights through the pain. But, finding no way out, he taps.)

Rick: SHOINK WINS!

Rick: Simon Benson's coming back!

(Benson grabs that IWA Cruiserweight title and slides in the ring. The crowd is no longer cheering as Shoink turns around and receives a second devastating shot to the face. This time, Shoink has been busted open.)

Rick: That was uncalled for! Shoink is hurt!

Eddie: Hence the point of hitting him with a title belt.

(Benson looks at the Cruiserweight title. He says to it "see you soon" before throwing it on top of a knocked out Super Shoink.)

Rick: Simon Benson will challenge for the Cruiserweight title in 5 days at Wrestle Wars 3. But it's apparent he's not willing to play fair.

Eddie: Playing fair is for the weak!

Rick: How so, Eddie?

Eddie: Uh. It just is, Rick. OK?

(Suddenly, the crowd pops.)

Rick: HERE COME EVAN HURLEY AND ADAM BURKE!

(Hurley and Burke sprint down to the ring. Benson sees the troops, and quickly heads out through the crowd. Hurley and Burke check up on Super Shoink. Seeing him bloodied and knocked out at the hands of Simon Benson, the two shake their heads. Yes, I said they shake their heads. Watch out.)

Rick: The International champ and EWWA tag champ make the save, but the damage has already been done.

[The tron is suddenly filled with a live feed. We are outside in the private parking lot.]

Rick: What's this?

[As Burke and Hurley turn their attention to the tron, we switch full screen.]

[Moving around the cars in the parking lot, we come to a Jaguar XJR. We can see the obvious dents which look like they may have come from some type of blunt object. The tires are torn up on both sides with ax holes visible on each tire. The hood of the car is completely torn off, and we can see that the engine has dropped through to the ground. The most disturbing thing might be the words "Tick, Tock" written in red paint on the front windshield of the car.]

Rick: That's Adam Burke's car! He loves that thing!

Eddie: Yeah! I once saw him licking the rain water off the windshield!

Rick: Who could do this kinda� thing to his car?

Eddie: Not who, but what?

[We cut back to the ring and a shot of Adam Burke and Evan Hurley. Particularly, Burke is a broken man.]

Rick: Whoa boy.

[Burke grabs a mic, and turns back to the stage. He looks as if to be on the verge of tears]

Eddie: What the hell is wrong with this moron..

Burke: SHUT UP DAMMIT!

Rick: Whoah...

[Burke turns back to the stage, and he is PISSED]

Burke: NOW DAMMIT! YOU PEOPLE MAKE FUN OF ME, YOU LAUGH AT ME, YOU HIT ME WITH CHAIRS! AND THAT'S OK!!

[The crowd is stunned into silence at this outburst]

Burke: BUT YOU DONT TOUCH MY CAR!!!! CHRIST! WATCH PULP FICTION FOR GODSAKES! IT'S A RULE! YOU DONT MESS WITH A MAN'S CAR!!

Rick: Damn....

[Burke continues, his face red]

Burke: NOW I DONT KNOW WHO DID IT! BUT I'M GONNA....I'M GONNA....AAAHHHH!!!! I'M GONNA HURT YO BODY SOOOOOOOO BAD!!!!

Eddie: Isnt that Boog's saying?

Burke: I KNOW IT'S BOOG'S SAYING DAMMIT! I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE!

Eddie: Damn, Burke's so mad he almost said a dirty word...

[Burke tosses the mic down. He helps Hurley bring Shoink to his feet. Hurley and Burke help the bloody Cruiserweight champ to the back. Burke is full of rage still, and will want to unleash it tonight.]

[Backstage we go. WEEEEEEEEEE!]

Rick: Welcome back fans!

[In front of a black backdrop with the IWA logo printed on it, stands a young man. He holds a mic and stares at the camera nervously.]

Man: Uh . . .

[The young man in his early twenties scratches his head and runs his hands through his red hair. He takes a deep breath before continuing.]

Man: Hi, uh . . . you guys. My names Sam Bricks. Uh . . . I'm the, uh . . . the new interview guy.

[Sam looks off screen. Quickly, the producer whispers out.]

Producer: Don't look over here! Look at the camera!

[Sam points to the camera, confused.]

Producer: Yes! Look at it! Not at me!

[Sam smiles nervously and looks back into the camera.]

Eddie: Who hired this guy??

Bricks: My special guest tonight is none other than Mr. Sinsational! I mean, uh, Sinsation. Just Sinsation.

[As canned applause rings in the arena, Mr Sinsation, along with his daughter Jen enter the shot. Sam Bricks reaches into his pocket. His hand shaking, he reads from a piece of paper he produces, then quickly shakes the hands of his two guests. Then, he puts the paper back in his pocket.]

Bricks: So Mr. Sinsation . . . how are things?

Mr Sinsation: i'm is Mr Sinsation.

[Bricks looks around confused.]

Bricks: Uh . . . any, uh, plans for things?

Mr Sinsation: i plan on wining the iwa world title and then marrying the queen of naboo.

Bricks: From Star Wars?

Mr Sinsation: Yes.

[Bricks looks at his supervisor. Sam wants to leave, but the guy won't let him. So, Bricks starts talking to Sinsation's daughter.]

Bricks: So, you're...

[He pulls out the paper briefly.]

Bricks: ...Jen. Sinsation's son. I mean, daughter!

Jen: i'm jen. mr sinsation is my daddy.

Bricks: Uh...

Mr Sinsation: Jen wants to wrestle in a match but I said she cant cause she is a girl and this is a mans spotr so she cant.

[Bricks scratches his red head and looks around nervously.]

Jen: Dad i want to wrestle. i think i'm good. i can beat people up.

Mr Sinsation: No! i'm not leting u wreslte so u can ruin your sexy face

Eddie: Now that's just wrong.

Jen: i want to!

Mr Sinsation: No!

[Angered by her out-of-shape fathers call, Jen storms off. Sinsation looks into the camera.]

Mr Sinsation: i wish i didnt sleep with her mother.

[He walks off, leaving the young Sam Bricks standing alone.]

Bricks: Uh... see you wext neek... I mean, next week!

[Cut back to ringside.]

Eddie: That was classic stuff.

Rick: I enjoyed myself.

Eddie: I can't believe Sinsation won't let Jen wrestle! He can't rob us of that joy!

Rick: He's her father and he knows what's good for her?

Eddie: You're talking about the same Mr Sinsation??

Rick: Anyway, after all that fun we just witnessed, it's time to go to the ring.

Eddie: I'm looking forward to this match, Rick. Spark versus Diablo.

Rick: What a guy for Spark to debut against. Spark is what, 6'1, 210 pounds? Diablo is 7'4, and over twice the weight of Spark.

Eddie: Ooh. This should be fun.

(Nirvana's "Sliver" starts to play and Spark steps through the entrance way wearing a white t-shirt, and a pair of solid black leggings over black bicycle shorts. He slides in the ring, and rips off his shirt off revealing his very oiled up, shiny body, with a pikachu tattooed over his heart. After muttering to himself and then pointing towards the sky, he backs up to the corner.)

Eddie: Pikachu?

Rick: Don't start, Eddie.

[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: What a huge beast of a man!

Eddie: Spark is dead.

#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 Spark's 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.]

THE BELL!

Rick: And we're off!

(Spark immediately strikes Diablo with a right across the chest. It fails. Spark hits him again, but no luck. Diablo then tosses him across the ring.)

Rick: WOW! What strength!

(Spark gets up. He looks up at his monster of an opponent in fear. Then, he charges and ducks a lariat. Spark spins around with a heelkick, and connects. Diablo remains on his feet, but is teetering. Then, Spark dropkicks his knee, and takes him to one knee. Spark leaps over and pulls Diablo's head, taking him to his back.)

Eddie: I'm surprised Spark got this man off his feet.

Rick: Victor Mandrake is a hard man to take down, that's for sure.

Eddie: Mictor who?

Rick: Victor Mandrake. Diablo's real name, Eddie. If you'd read the info provided to you by our researchers, then you'd know that.

Eddie: I see.

(Spark is now on the top rope. He leaps off as Diablo rises to his feet. But the big man catches him. A furious powerslam and Spark is not moving.)

Rick: Oh boy! This has got to be over already!

(Diablo goes for the cover. ONE.........TWO......Spark somehow gets the shoulder up.)

Eddie: That was frickin' close! I mean, how can Spark move with 450 pounds on him?

(Diablo brings Spark to his feet. He shoves Spark in the corner. Diablo hits a big knife-edge chop that echoes through the arena.)

Rick: OUCH!

(Another loud, loud chop.)

Eddie: Spark's gonna have welts for months!

(Then, Diablo whips Spark across the ring. Spark quickly hops to the top rope and leaps backwards in the air, connecting with a dropkick on Diablo's chest. Diablo goes down.)

Rick: What a beautiful move! I've never seen that before!

Eddie: And that definitely hurt Diablo! Cuz the bigger they are, the harder they fall!

(Spark scampers over and makes the cover. The crowd comes alive looking for the upset.)

ONE!
TWO!
Spark is tosses halfway across the ring!

Rick: Oh my...what power!

(Diablo gets back to his feet. Spark works at him with rights and lefts, fast and furious. Diablo begins teetering. Spark decides to springboard into the air with a flying clothesline. But Diablo ducks and hooks Spark over his shoulder, driving him into the mat.)

Eddie: That was a Burning Hammer!

Rick: No! That was... THE KILLING FIELDS!!!

(Diablo makes the cover.)

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

Rick: Wow, Eddie.

Eddie: Yup. I know what you mean.

Rick: Diablo is just too big and strong. This former NeWA North American champ, and current EWWA Heavyweight champ will be a force to be reckoned with in the IWA.

(As his music plays, the victorious Diablo stalks back up the ramp. Spark, in the ring, has just gotten to his feet. He's stumbling.)

Rick: But what about Spark! He's a great talent. What a moonsault dropkick thing that was. He's definitely a keeper.

(Spark is leaning on the post. After receiving a mic, he stands up tall.)

Spark: I wants a rematch...

Rick: What??

Spark: ...with someones easier.

Eddie: Oh. I see.

(Spark stumbles for a moment, until he's joined by 3 members of security.)

Spark: Noooo!

(Spark drops the microphone as one man hooks him in a full nelson from behind and the other two grab his legs. They carry him backstage, screaming like a banshee.)

Eddie: Hmph. What a baby.

Rick: Alright fans. It's time for The Hardcore Contingent to defend against the team of Luke Justice and Blaze.

Eddie: Jesus . . . why do they put stupid matches like thiso n these cards, if they just cut the riffraff and just had the cool bloody Mike Bell matches we could all go home a lot earlier.

Rick: Have I mentioned I hate you in the last five minutes?

Eddie: Nope.

Rick: Well I hate you.

[Music plays. A small mixed reaction from the Edmonton fans, as Luke Justice and Blaze come out.]

Rick: And here comes the newest team to come down the pipe here in the IWA . . .and they�re getting an IWA Tag Title shot! I guess them beating Paradox scored them some points with the front office.

Eddie: No kidding . . .second match in the IWA and they get Barcode and Riggs . . . just shows how sad this feds tag division really is.

[Blaze and Luke Justice stand ready in the ring for the Tag Champs to make their appearance. After a few moments the team gets a little antsy . . . still no THC. Finally . . .]

[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 tag champs crawl into the ring and hand over the belts to the referee. After the ref holds the belts up for the crowd to see the match starts with Riggs and Blaze.]

DING DING DING!

[Blaze gets the best of Steve with a quick drop kick sending him to the corner . . . and a quick tag out to Barcode.]

Rick: Holy wow . . . Blaze starting off quick here, these guys might really be serious about this.

Eddie: O please we know how this will work . . . Team A makes great showing against Champ . . . Team A loses in a great match and get another shot later down the line.

Rick: What makes you so sure about this Eddie?

Eddie: Well we have called like EVERY MATCH in this federation since it started way back when . . . not that tough to figure out here Rick.

Rick: Ehh true.

[Barcode lurks up to Blaze and lunges at him sending the two through the ropes and out to the arena floor, bumping against the announce table. After a long struggle Blaze is the first up and goes on bashing Barcode but Barcode explodes grabbing Blaze�s leg bringing him back to the floor the rolling back in ring.]

Rick: And Mike breaks the count and is back in the ring. Blaze soon follows, this is starting off pretty well I�d say.

[Blaze cautiously crawls under the bottom rope and Barcode runs over and tags in Riggs and both men go to beating on Blaze. Barcode and Riggs each grab an arm and whip Blaze across the ring.]

Eddie: Oooo . . . nice double clothesline from THC! Hey . . . their name is THC . . . HehE.

Rick: I don�t get it.

Eddie: Of course you don�t . . . nerd.

[As Eddie begins to laugh in the back ground Barcode crawls out to the ring apron leaving Riggs to play with Blaze for a while. Luke is on the outside going nuts waiting for a tag. Riggs delivers a quick German Suplex to Blaze snapping the poor your tag wrestlers head back quickly, obviously hurting his lower neck.]

Eddie: Ouch.

Rick: THC . . . THC . . . I still don�t get it.

Eddie: HA now you look like the dorky sidekick . . . my day has come!

[Riggs pops up and starts taunting the crowd, screaming about the joys of course. This gives Blaze enough time to creep over to Luke Justice for the tag, Luke jumps over the top rope and goes after the oblivious Riggs. Barcode tries warning Steve but its to late Justice lands a hard reverse DDT on the tag champ.]

Rick: Riggs is out on the canvas . . . Barcode is going bonkers! Luke with the cover on Riggs!?!

1
2
kickout

Eddie: Uh oh. Now Riggs is pissed.

[Steve Riggs rises to his feet. He blocks a right hand from Luke Justice. He boots him in the gut. He scoops him up and a brainbuster drops him down.]

Rick: What a shot.

[Barcode has made his way to Blaze's corner. From behind, he powerbombs him to the floor.]

Eddie: Oh my god! That was beautiful!

Rick: Those guys aren't even legal!

[Barcode climbs to the top rope as Riggs stuffs Justice's head between his legs. He lifts Justice into position for a piledriver.]

Rick: We've seen this before!

[Barcode leaps off with a Shooting Star Press and lands on Justice, driving his head down with a piledriver.]

Eddie: WOOOO! I can fell the joys!

[Riggs makes the cover.]

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Rick: There was no question about that one, folks. No one gets up from that.

Eddie: No one!

Rick: Too bad for Justice and Blaze. Their first attempt at IWA gold comes up short. But, they'll get another chance, someday.

[Cut backstage to a door that reads simply: �Adam Burke�s Locker Room.� The door opens slowly as we look inside. The room itself looks like it was just visited by The Who in their prime. Tables are tipped over, the lockers are dented, and an ice pick is driven through the screen of the TV. On the back wall written in red paint again are the words �Tick, Tock.� Adam runs up to his door to see this and begins to throw a temper tantrum.]

Rick: Tick tock! Who the hell did this?

Eddie: I bet it's the same person who f'ed up Burke's car.

Rick: A quick one, you are.

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

Davis: Tonight it is going to be you and Chris Mann face Burke and Hurley in a tag team match. Any thoughts?

[Bell shoots him a look]

Bell: You had better believe that I have something to say. You see, tonight I get to step into the ring and actually do what I had hoped to be able to do when Chris Mann first arrived here. I actually get to turn back the clock and team up with his one more time as we face off against Hurley and Burke.

Davis: Well Mike, it is true that you two will be tag team partners tonight but in what kind of capacity are you two going to be able to function? I mean in less than a week now you and Chris Mann will face off in a Hell on top of a cell match for the IWA Extreme Title. Which means that one of you is going to have to throw the other one off the top of the cage.

[Again Mike Bell shoots him a look]

Bell: You don't think that I know that? Hell, I have been trying to convince Chris to just change his mind but he just won't do it. But....

[Mike Bell smiles]

Bell: I am hoping that the tag match tonight will help change Chris's mind. You see, maybe Chris Mann will realize that he and I have a future together as tag team partners and the carnage that we can dish out tonight will help him to realize that us working together is a helluva lot more productive than us working against each other.

Davis: Do you think that....

[he never gets to finish]

Bell: Oh don't worry Marc. I can tell you right now that Chris Mann will get very intrigued with the possibility. It won't take him long to remember the days with tagging with Jake Rockwell or Jason Ramsey. Especially the "Hardcore Alliance" with Rockwell. No, I can guarantee that Chris Mann will be VERY intrigued.

[With that Mike Bell walks away]

Eddie: I can't wait for this tag match!

Rick: You won't have to. Cuz it's next!

[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: We're back! It's a little chilly in here and that can only mean one thing!

Eddie: THE NATURAL ... MIKE BELL!

[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]

[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.]

["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 Chris Mann appears on the entrance ramp. "The Rougue Horseman" is wearing jeans and an old DWA t-shirt. Chris Mann begins walking towards the ring. He points to his DWA shirt with a smile.]

Rick: Both men are wearing DWA shirts.

Eddie: Why?

Rick: You don't know why?

Eddie: Should I know why?

Rick: YES YOU SHOULD! Ugh! For Eddie, and the other 3 fans that don't know what the DWA is, I'll clarify. Years ago, Mike Bell ruled over an NeWA territory known as Pacific Northwest Wrestling, or PNW. The PNW was, at the time, the top region in the alliance, where the IWA was just emerging and still building its following.

Eddie: Ooh. Story-time is fun.

Rick: Bell was part of the most succesful faction in PNW history, the Dudes With Attitude. Or the DWA. Alongside Mike Bell was his good friend and tag team partner, Chris Mann. They made waves throughout the Alliance, and even captured the NeWA World 6-Man Tag team titles.

Eddie: Don't forget to mention those belts begin discontinued shortly after.

Rick: In conclusion, Mann and Bell have teamed on many occassions, and are extremely familiar with each other. And Mann coming out with the DWA shirt... it brings back memories.

[Mann enters the ring. He and Bell stare at each other, with The Natural trying to sway his decision to wrestle on Sunday.]

(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, and "Everyday" Evan Hurley on the entrance ramp. Adam has the IWA International Title around his waist. Together the two begin to head to the ring.)

Rick: "Everyday" Evan Hurley and Adam Burke are no strangers to each other, being cousins and all. They have so much history together, and I'm not gonna waste anymore time briefing the past, even though some of you enjoy it.

Eddie: Evan Hurley, you know, he's a hardcore guy and all, but he's sissied out man. He should be out there with Barcode and Riggs... not these goofballs Burke and Shoink. And who calls himself "Everyday"??

Rick: I like it.

Eddie: You also like dried seaweed.

Rick: No I don't.

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 Hurley and Burke both mount a corner, while blue fireworks cascade around them. Adam hands the belt away to the ref and the match finally gets underway.)

DING DING DING!

Rick: Eddie, don't be surprised to see this puppy turn into a hardcore match real quick. All four of these guys are no strangers to extreme...

Eddie: WOOOO!

(Mike Bell starts off with Evan Hurley. The two lock up, and begin circling the ring. Hurley gets Bell in an armbar, and drives his elbow over the arm. Bell comes back with a punch to the stomach, fully releasing the hold. He drives his knee into Hurley and tosses him in the ropes. Hurley comes running back, ducking a clothesline. Hurley comes back and leaps at Bell with a cross-body block, and takes the Extreme champ down. Both men are quickly back to their feet. Hurley applies a gut-wrench, tring to suplex Bell, but The Natural pulls Evan's feet out from under him. Bell hits a kneedrop to the chest and tags in Chris Mann.)

Rick: Looks like these two will have no problems tagging together.

Eddie: That's good. So long as they kill each other at Wrestle Wars! Hell ON a cell! WOOO!

(Mann meets Hurley up with a chop, sending Hurley into the corner. Another chop by Mann gets WOOS from the fans. The Rogue Horseman grabs Hurley up, and powerslams him down.)

Rick: Mann put all his weight into that!

(He pulls Evan back up. Mann goes for an atomic drop, but Hurley rakes the face, and tackles The Rogue Horseman to the ground. Evan quickly tags in Adam Burke. The Tiger hops into the ring. He runs and leaps off the second rope, springboarding back with a sidekick. Mann is knocked out of the ring.)

Eddie: Yes! The outside rocks!

(Burke wastes no time as he climbs to the top rope. Mann gets to his feet and is taken down by a massive splash from way up.)

Rick: Beauty!

(Burke gets to his feet and the crowd is cheering for him. Then, he picks Mann back up, but Mann out of nowhere, suplex's him over his back. Then, he grabs a steel chair.)

Rick: A chair is legal folks! Burke can only get in the ring for safety.

(But he doesn't have to, as Evan Hurley comes leaping over with a suicide dive, taking Mann down.)

Rick: Oh man! Hurley loves the high risk! Still think he's a sissy?

Eddie: Je ne parle pas le englais.

(The crowd lets out another pop as Mike Bell joins in the fun, clotheslining Hurley down.)

Rick: Things are gettin' wild!

(Bell reaches under the ring and grabs two florescent bulbs.)

Eddie: Yes! I love these!

(The Natural spins the tubes around, then smashes one over the head of Evan Hurley.)

Rick: Oh!

(With another swing, Adam Burke suffers the same, shattering fate.)

Eddie: Oh!

(Now, Bell whips Burke back first into the steel guardrail. Mann does the same to Hurley on the opposite side. Then, The Rogue Horseman picks up his steel chair. With a loud SMACK, the chair connects with Hurley's skull.)

Eddie: This is what I love to see!

(Bell smiles and grabs his own steel chair. He takes a run at Burke . . .)

CRACK!

(Steel vs. Skull. Steel takes this round.)

Rick: Mike Bell just wolloped The Tiger with that shot!

Eddie: Hey! Mann's gettin' a toy!

(Mann has got his hands on a guitar from under the ring. Mann brings the guitar way back and unleashes on "Everyday" Evan.)

SMASH!

Eddie: Wow! That guitar shattered like none I've ever seen!

Rick: Now Bell's looking under the ring... Eddie, these guys are competing to see who's more hardcore!

Eddie: I LOVE IT!

(Mike Bell brings out a base drum from under the ring.)

Eddie: A base drum?? What, do we just buy things and put them under the ring for the wrestlers to use??

Rick: Actually, yes.

Eddie: Sweeeeeet...

(Adam Burke is laying broken against the guardrail as Bell comes charing towards him.)

BBPP!

Eddie: Whoa! Bell just put Burke's head through that base drum!

Rick: That's a first!

(Now, as Hurley lay moitionless with a guitar frame around his neck, Mann pulls out a couple drum symbols.)

Eddie: This is just soooo cool!

CRSHH!

KSSHH!

Eddie: What a cool sound Hurley's head can make!

Rick: Folks! This has been all Mann and Bell thus far!

(Bell grabs Burke. The drum still on his head, he tries to roll him in the ring, but can't.)

Rick: The base drum is stuck on Burke's head! And Bell can't get him in the ring!

Eddie: Ha!

(With a little more effort, Bell gets the job done. He walks back to his corner. Chris Mann slides in the ring, leaving Hurley, and makes the cover.)

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

Rick: Whoah! I thought this was done!

(Mann grabs the base drum and pulls Burke up with it. He whips Burke into the corner, and he almost hits Hurley with the drum stuck on his head.)

Rick: This is just weird, folks.

(Burke comes charging out. He dives randomly and spears the drum into the groin area of Chris Mann.)

Eddie: HAHA! I love this! WOOO!

Rick: This is madness!

(Burke somehow ends up on top of Mann and the ref counts.)

Rick: OH MY GOD!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Eddie: NO! Bell makes the save!

Rick: Wow. That would have went in the history books.

(Bell exits the ring. A shot of Evan Hurley on the outside, just now regaining himself. He is a bloody mess.)

Rick: Hurley sure got the worse of that little competition.

Eddie: Yeah. Mann won that round.

(Back in the ring, Chris Mann has gotten back to his feet, as has Burke. The Tiger is swinging wildly, as the drum on his head is making it a little hard to see. Mann easily backs away from the shots. Eventually, he sneaks up from behind and drops Burke with a huge German suplex. The impact knocks the drum off Burke's head and across the ring.)

Eddie: It was fun while it lasted.

(The ref quickly gets rid of the drum, while Mann whips Burke into the ropes. Burke comes back and is destroyed with a flying elbow to the chops. Mann now tags in Bell. The IWA Extreme champion comes in the ring. Burke is trying to make the tag, but Bell cuts him off. He pulls Burke to his feet and a gutwrench suplex takes him down. Bell bounces off the ropes and drops on elbow onto Burke. He takes the International champ up and whips him in the ropes. Burke holds on causing Bell to miss with a dropkick. Burke quickly runs into the opposite ropes, springboarding back with an Lionsault.)

Rick: Adam Burke comes out of nowhere with that!

Eddie: And look. He's almost dead now. That was his reserve tank, I think.

(Both men now begin crawling back to their corners for the tag. Inching there, Bell is first with the tag to Chris Mann. Mann quickly runs and grabs the legs of Burke. But it's too late. Burke has made the tag.)

Rick: Burke made the tag! Hurley's on the top rope... missile dropkick!

(Hurley begins clobbering his attacker from earlier with rights and lefts. Blood is still coming down from his face.)

Eddie: OK, he's not a wussy! He's goin' nuts here!

(Evan quickly goes to the top rope. Mike Bell is still nursing on the outside, as is Burke. Chris Mann slowly gets to his feet.)

Rick: Mann could be in trouble...

(Hurley leaps off and plants The Rogue Horseman's head into the mat with a bulldog.)

Rick: The Violent Act! It could be it!

(Hurley covers.)

- 1 -

- 2 -

- 3 -

Eddie: Oh my god! How the hell did Hurley come back after that attack earlier??

Rick: I don't know, but he and Burke win this one! And he's gotta face Diablo, of all people in an EXTREME match, of all matches... on Sunday.

Eddie: For a shot at the IWA Extreme title... I know... But he looks to be in good shape for it.

(Hurley raises his arm, victorious. Then, he collapses.)

Rick: Evan is down!

Eddie: OK, now it makes sense.

V/O Old Man: Tick, tock! Tick, tock! Tick, tock!

Eddie: What in the hell . . .

[The old man continues his mad cries as they echo throughout the arena. Then from the rafters a giant black bell lowers down to the entrance area. From out of the entranceway, a man dressed in a long black robe walks near the bell. In his hand he carries a giant metal ball attached to a long pole. The man cocks the pole and ball back and swings at the bell, which seems to resonate in the PA system.]

Eddie: Dang it that's loud!

[Then a frighteningly familiar voice from the speakers. It is calm to the point of frightening. Jeckel.]

V/O Jeckel: Time�s up, boys.

[Beethoven�s Fifth Symphony, First Movement rips through the arena speakers like a legion of cavalry. White bursts of pyro shoot into the arena�s upper area, as a spotlight comes to the man wearing the black hooded robe. The man who rang the bell removes the hood of his robe, and we see his face. The man is none other than Jeckel himself. Jeckel straightens himself up and smiles towards the ring.]

Rick: Holy sh*t! Jeckel has been the one playing the mind games tonight! What sadistic thoughts are running through that man�s head right now might be able to frighten the Devil himself!

Eddie: What the hell are you talking about? He is the devil himself!!!

Rick: You got that right!

[Jeckel pulls a microphone from out of the sleeve of his robe, as he looks to the ring, where Adam Burke is standing alone with Hurley down beside him.]

Jeckel: Hello all.

[The fans react with a mixed feeling.]

Jeckel: Allow me to simplify here and now. It is funny how things work. Burke, you thought you could manipulate everyone here and the Iwa but your ways have become a problem. You�ve put too many eggs in a single basket Mr. Burke and while you may have protected the eggs and kept everyone including myself, you lost the basket that kept them all together. I am the tie that binds. I am my own person. We are enemies. I congratulate you though. You showed that I am very much indeed human but I am the elite. I am the upper echelon. But enough of them.

Eddie: I'm confused...

Rick: SHH!

[Jeckel turns towards Shoink and his brethren.]

Jeckel: Don�t think for a second this spares you of pain Shoink. You need to worry about me, now, Shoink. And I do believe that I am too much for you to handle.

[Jeckel looks out at the crowd and seems to smile.]

Jeckel: You two are guilty of subjecting these people to nothing but a form of a gang war for the past months. Now is the time for a man to come and end all of it. Stop the fighting betwixt cliques and put this horrid chapter in the Iwa to rest. I will stop all of this bickering, and name-calling and raise the Iwa to the level where it belongs. A level where one as glorified as myself may call home. Until that day though, I will walk through the rivers of sh[bleep] and risk the pains of fire, for I know that it must be done by one. One with the power to bring this �thing� we have created to the pure and unbridled glory it deserves. You are all guilty of not seeing the obvious folly of your ways. Ignorance will not be tolerated from those who I once held in high regard. I will end this.

[A pause.]

Jeckel: I am the redeemer.
I am the freedom fighter.
I am the Phoenix.

Jeckel: And you will pay. So, gentlemen, if you don�t know GOD yet, then I suggest you talk to him a great deal in the coming weeks, for the time is now. And soon, each of you may not know GOD, but you most certainly will know fear.

[With that, Adam Burke rolls over the top rope and makes a run up the ramp towards Jeckel. Hurley follows closely behind.]

Rick: Burke is going after Jeckel!

Eddie: He wants payback!

[Suddenly, the entire entrance area is engulfed in smoke. Burke and Hurley disappear in the clowd.]

Rick: Eddie, what just happened?

Eddie: Uh, smoke, and uh, everywhere, and . . . damn! I can't see a thing!

[Rick, Eddie, and the crowd all wait as the smoke clears from the entrance. There, Adam Burke and Super Shoink spin around frantically. Jeckel has vanished.]

Eddie: The Phoenix is gone!

Rick: It looks like Adam Burke is gonna have to wait until Sunday, when he defends the Int'l title in that Electrified steel cage, to get his revenge.

Eddie: (drooling) Electrified steel cage... Mmm...

(We return from break and catch Rick and Eddie mid-conversation.)

Eddie: . . . so now the guy can't see the color green anymore. Poor guy.

Rick: He's just lucky he didn't end up swollowing his cheeks, like that other one.

(Eddie nods. Meanwhile, Rick notices the "ON AIR" button is flashing. He quickly nudges Eddie and they both fake a smile.)

Rick: . . . Welcome back . . .

Eddie: To Monday Night . . . I mean . . . IWA Rush!

Rick: That's gonna be kinda hard to get used to, eh Eddie?

Eddie: I'll pull through with patience and hard work. Yours, of course, not mine.

[We cut backstage. The crowd boos as Darrel Besolve is shown entering the arena.]

Eddie: My hero!

[Besolve walks in looking his usual bitter, angry self. Suddenly, he is cut off by the Vice President, Adam Fierce.]

Fierce: Whoa, Darrel! What are you doing here?

Besolve: I work here! I can be here!

Fierce: But you aren't booked to wrestle! And the show's almost over, man. I think you should leave.

[Besolve takes a step closer to the man slightly taller than him.]

Besolve: I'm staying!

[Fierce looks away, then back.]

Fierce: If I see you in that main event tonight... they'll be trouble.

[Besolve smiles, and walks past Fierce. Adam calls out.]

Fierce: Trouble!

Eddie: Oh man!

Rick: I hate to do this to you guys, but we half to take ONE MORE commercial break. Why? Because it's already printed underneath this line, and I don't have the heart to delete it.

Eddie: You're a good man, Rick. A good man.

Rick: It's just about time for our main event, folks! You've been waiting for this all night long, and it's finally here!

Eddie: Well, not so much me. I hate both these fools.

Rick: So all the better if they beat each to pieces, right?

Eddie: Uh. Let me think. Hmm . . .

Rick: These two men headlined our new era's first PPV, Night of Terror III a couple months ago. It was an excellent, excellent match, which saw The Boog-Man edging his good friend Adam Knight to win the IWA Heavyweight title.

Eddie: (Still thinking.)

Rick: From my view, tonight's match has a good chance of equaling, or even bettering the previous performance. The Boog-man has carried the ball well in the IWA and you know he's gonna be confident going in tonight.

Eddie: (Still thinking.)

Rick: On the other hand, Adam Knight has fought through so much to become the NeWA World champion, and he's got a lotta momentum coming into this bout.

Eddie: Hey! You're right! These guys'll beat the shit outta each other for my amusement! WOO!

Rick: Now you got it.

(Silence and darkness.)

( . . . )

BOOM!

("Shortstop" by Steve Taylor plays. Moments later, The World's Original enters to a massive ovation.)

Eddie: This is great! Boog and Knight'll tear each other apart. And on Sunday, Besolve can just show up to claim HIS belt.

Rick: You might be right, Eddie.

(The Boog-man walks to the ring calmly. The IWA title shines around his waist and it gives him confidence. Four months he has been the pinnacle of the IWA.)

(Boog enters the ring, and waits.)

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

[And then...the storm]

BOOM!!!

[The ringside area is lit up suddenly in an explosion of blue fire, and 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!

[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...

[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]

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

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

[Knight climbs down from the turnbuckle, first handing his title to the referee, then stripping off his jacket and leaving it with a ringside attendant. Knight stretches his bare arms, warming up for the match to begin]

#I�m... just trying to live...

#I�m...just trying to live...

[Knight moves into his corner, stalking impatiently, like a caged beast ready to explode.]

#I�m...just trying to live....

#I�m... just trying to live...

Rick: We're ready for this huge contest, and look at this . . .

(Boog and Knight exchange a handshake, much to the crowd's liking.)

Eddie: Disgusting.

DING!

DING!

DING!

Rick: And we are on our way!

(The crowd begins to build to a massive ovation, as the two combatants begin circling each other. Finally, they lock up. Knight, the stronger of the two, backs Boog into the corner. Boog escapes a chop with a go-behind. He attempts a suplex, but it's blocked. Knight counters with a headlock. He lifts Boog up, headlock still in place, but Boog rolls Knight over onto his back, and locks on his own side-headlock. Knight brings his leg around Boog's head and takes him off with a head-scissors. Boog with a handspring escapes, and both men return to their feet.)

Rick: Excellent display by these two World Class competitors. Eddie, listen to this crowd?

Eddie: This crowd sucks. They haven't even hurt each other yet.

Rick: You sociapath.

Eddie And proud of it!

(The two are poised to lock up. But Boog deceives Knight and dives at the knee. He clips it and Knight goes down. Boog bounces off the ropes and drives his knee into the back of Adam Knight. The Revolution brings himself to his feet but only to be knocked out of the ring with a clothesline.)

Rick: The Boog-man has gained the advantage early on here. And it looks like he's gonna try to build on it.

(Boog slides out of the ring with a baseball-slide dropkick, but Knight avoids the attack. On the outside, Knight rocks Boog with a straight right hand. Boog teeters, but stays on his feet. Knight lifts him up and drives him back first into the ringpost. Then, Knight spinebusters Boog down to the floor.)

Rick: Ouch! That's not a helluva lot of padding there.

Eddie: That must have hurt, but come on! Grab a chair, Knight! You're on the outside! It's legal!

(Knight rolls him back in the ring and enters himself. He stuns Boog with a right, then tosses him in the ropes. The IWA champ comes running back and eats a reverse elbow from the Revolution. Knight allows Boog to mount back up, only to unleash more offense. A series of stiff kicks and right hands knocks The World's Original into the corner. Knight with a shoulder to the stomach of the cornered IWA champion, before he tosses Boog to the mat with a back-body drop. Knight now hops onto the second rope.)

Rick: The World Champ is going high risk!

(He leaps.)

Eddie: Big legdrop . . . CONNECTS!

Rick: And the cover . . .

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

(Knight pulls his opponent and good friend to his feet. He applies a pumphandle and scoops Boog over his shoulder. But Boog slips off behind Knight's back and quickly rolls him up.)

Rick: ONE . . . TWO . . . KICKOUT!

Eddie: Holy hell! He almost stole the World title there.

(Both men back to their feet. Boog ducks a quite lariat attempt, and kicks Knight in the stomach. A scoop slam plants The NeWA Champ in the center of the ring. Boog with a few stomps on his grounded opponent and a final splash knocks the wind out of Knight.)

Rick: Boog-man is gonna go up top here!

Eddie: I hope he's not gonna try that frickin' "Boogsault".

Rick: I think he might!

(Facing the crowd, the IWA champ leaps backwards into the air. He seemingly floats until he crashes onto . . . an empty ring.)

Rick: Knight moved!

Eddie: Ha!

Rick: The Revolution is meeting Boog on his feet. Right hands from the World champ. And what huge right hands they are!

(Knight whips Boog in the ropes. Boog comes back and leaps into Knight's arms. The Revolution catches him.)

Rick: Big mistake.

(Knight spins him around before slamming him hard on the mat.)

Rick: Tilt-a-whirl powerslam! What impact!

Eddie: And he's going for the cover!

(1 .................... 2 ....... Boog gets the shoulder up.)

Rick: We almost had a new Wo...

Eddie: Shut up! That wasn't even close.

(The Revolution pulls Boog to his feet and drives him into the corner. Knight now mounts his opponent. He begins laying in right hands as Knight fans in the arena count along.)

Crowd: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR ...

(CRACK!)

Rick: OH MY GOD! BOOG JUST TOSSED KNIGHT TO THE FLOOR!

Eddie: Wow. That's a sound ya don't here everyday.

(Boog takes a few seconds to regain his composure before he climbs to the top rope. Staring out at Knight on the outside, he waits for him to get to his feet.)

Eddie: GO FOR THE HEAD!

(Boog leaps off with a huge cross-body splash and takes Knight down hard. The crowd pops big for the ordeal.)

Eddie: That was pretty good. Still, there's no blood, so I can't be happy.

(Now, Boog grabs a steel chair, and folds it.)

Eddie: Wait a second . . .

Rick: It's all legal on the outside!

(Boog winds up to nail Knight. But, he doesn't swing. Boog looks over the cheering crowd, then back at Knight. Then, he tosses the chair away.)

Eddie: WHAT?? What a freakin' ripoff!! USE THE CHAIR!

Rick: Boog has too much respect for Knight to use that steel chair.

Eddie: IT'S GODDAMN LEGAL!!!

Rick: Eddie, you don't understand anything.

(Boog brings Knight up, and tosses him back in the ring.)

Eddie: These guys suck.

Rick: You suck.

Eddie: No, you suck.

Rick: You suck more!

Eddie: Well, you suck coc...

Rick: (quickly) HEY HEY!

(Back in the ring, Boog now has an abdominal stretch applied. Knight, who is nowhere close to the ropes, fights the pain very visually.)

Rick: Listen to Knight! He has got to be in pain!

Eddie: Yeah, that's good. But, NO BLOOD!

(Knight begins inching towards the ropes. Boog tries desperately to hold him back, but Knight is too powerful. So Boog changes his plans and hiptosses The Revolution down to the mat. Boog now lays a series of elbows to the head and body of Knight. Then, he pulls Knight back to the center of the ring and applies the anklelock.)

Rick: Oh boy. The world champ is in a World of trouble.

Eddie: How clever you are.

Rick: That ankle lock is one of the most devastating submission holds you can imagine.

(Knight's ankle is nearly twisted off as he screams loudly in pain. The ref asks him and he shakes his head violently. Knight makes an attempt to reach the ropes. No go. Then, he lifts himself off the ground and spins around, sending The Boog-man hurling through the ropes and to the floor.)

Rick: What an outstanding reversal!

Eddie: It was mildly impressive.

Rick: You know, you should lose your job, Eddie.

Eddie: Should, being the key word.

(Both men are down. Knight in the ring, and Boog on the floor. Slowly, both men begin to rise back to their feet. Knight pulls himself up with the ropes, but collapses when he puts pressure on his right leg.)

Rick: That ankle lock definitely took it's toll on Knight.

(Boog-man has risen to his feet on the floor. He grabs Knight by the ankles and pulls him to the floor. Knight hits the mats hard. Boog rolls back in the ring and bounces off the ropes.)

Eddie: Here comes Boog . . .

(Boog leaps over the top rope and comes crashing down with a senton bomb onto the sternum of Adam Knight. The crowd immediately busts out a "HOLY SHIT" chant that is ever so fun.)

Rick: WHAT COURAGE DISPLAYED! WHAT ATHLETISISM!

Eddie: OK, OK. I'll admit, that was pretty cool.

(Boog gets back up.)

Eddie: But there's still no blood.

(The IWA champ rolls Knight in the ring. He slides in and quickly hooks the legs.)

ONE!

TWO!

kickout!

Eddie: Not until I see blood!!

Rick: Will you drop it???

Eddie: NO!

(Boog pulls Knight back up to his feet. A powerful Irish whip sends Knight crashing into the corner. Knight stumbles out, but The World's Original dives at him and spears him back into the corner. Boog begins with a series of shoulders to the stomach.)

Rick: Vicious looking shoulders to the gut. And there's another, and another . . wait! Knight moved! Boog's head is trapped between his legs! Double-underhook!

Eddie: Ooh...

Rick: Knight lifts him up.. THE KNIGHTFALL POWERBOMB!!! IT'S OVER!

(Knight drops to the mat in a heap. Boog is out. The Revolution slowly crawls over to Boog.)

Rick: All he has to do is make the cover and this things over!

(With a final effort, Knight drapes his arm over Boog's chest.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Rick: HE GOT HIM! HE GOT....Wait! His foots on the ropes! The ref is saying TWO!

Eddie: Boog-man, that lucky little bastard.

(No one in the arena can believe what they saw. Including Knight, who is is breathing very heavily.)

Rick: This match has taken a lot out of both men.

Eddie: But no blood. WE NEED THE JUICE!

Rick: Ugh.

(Knight pulls Boog up to his feet. He signals for the end and stuffs Boog's head between his legs.)

Rick: He's going for a second KnightFall! It will SURELY be over after this!

(Suddenly, Boog lifts him in the air. He carries him a few steps and spinebusters him to the mat.)

Rick: WHAT A REVERSAL!

(Now, Boog springboards off the ropes high in the air, and drops his elbow stiffly on the skull of the world champion.)

Rick EOA! EOA!!

Eddie: Elbow of Annihilation!

(Boog takes a few seconds to realize where he is before hooking the legs of the World champion.)

Rick: ONE! . . . . . . TWO! . . . . . . . . THRE---NO! Knight kicked the hell out!

Eddie: Huh??? How the hell did he do that??

(Boog rolls onto his back. Both men lay staring at the bright lights above them, breathing heavily.)

Rick: This one's still anyone's ballgame, Eddie. Both men are runnin' low on fuel, and you gotta know the end is coming.

(Boog now sits up. He glances at Knight, still down and pats his elbow as he rises back to his feet.)

Eddie: Is Boog gonna try the EOA again?

Rick: I think he is!

(Boog runs to the ropes, and leaps onto the second one, springing high in the air.)

(But Knight catches him.)

Rick: OH MY GOD! Knight was luring Boog in! Did you see how fast he handsprung to his feet??

Eddie: Pretty fast. Pretty fast.

(Knight makes a little adjustment in carrying Boog. Then, The NeWA champ spins him around and furiously powerbombs him down.)

Rick: TORNADO POWERBOMB! WHAT A MOVE!

Eddie: That was pretty cool, actually.

(Now, Adam Knight climbs to the top rope.)

Rick: Oh, we could be seeing...

Eddie: Don't tell me. The Long Way Down!

(Knight leaps far into the air. He flies and crashes down, driving his elbow into the heart of the Boog-man.)

Rick: HE HIT IT!! ADAM KNIGHT HIT THE LONG WAY DOWN!!!

(The cover.)

1!

2!

3!

Rick: HE GOT IT!! IT'S OVER! KNIGHT RETAINS!

Rick: What a match! What a performance by both these men! And look at whats left of both of them!

(As the crowd cheers for Knight, the ref hands him his title. But Knight collapses to the ground. Boog is still down, rolling around slightly.)

Eddie: I never got any blood. This sucks.

(Suddenly, the cheers turn into boos as Darrel Besolve comes sprinting down to the ring.)

Rick: Oh no! The Future is here to pick up the pieces!

Eddie: You mean to destroy the pieces!! HA!

(Darrel enters the ring. Knight has struggled back to his feet, but falls victim to a Besolve DDT.)

Rick: No! Knight can't defend himself! He just went through a grueling match!

Eddie: ALL THE BETTER!

(Besolve now mounts Boog-man and begins laying in furious shots to the skull.)

Rick: Darrel has a lot of boxing background, and I can tell you those shots can be fatal!

Eddie: LEFT! RIGHT! LEFT! RIGHT! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

(The crowd continues to boo as Besolve brings Boog to his feet. Boog has been busted wide open.)

Eddie: BLOOOOOOD!!!

Rick: Are you happy now, Eddie?

Eddie: VERY!

(Boog begins swinging wild rights as blood drips from his face. Besolve just stands back laughing. Then, he kicks Boog in the stomach, then grabs his head under his arm.)

Rick: No! Not the Light of Judgement!

Eddie: YES!

(The crowd pops.)

Eddie: What the ...

Rick: OH MY GOD! IT'S ADAM FIERCE!!! THE VP!!

Eddie: What the hell's he doing???

Rick: I don't know, but he's got a chair!!

(Fierce slides in the ring. Besolve hears the crowd's positive reaction and knows somethings up. He releases Boog and turns around.)

(CLANK!)

Rick: ADAM FIERCE JUST LAYED OUT BESOLVE WITH THE CHAIR!!!

Eddie: NO! It was all going so well!!!

(The crowd is cheering loudly as Fierce stomps away at Besolve, until he rolls out of the ring. Fierce checks on Boog, and helps him to his feet. Adam Knight aswell, has risen. Besolve stumbles back up the ramp, his attack having backfired. In the ring, Fierce holds up the hands of both Adam Knight and The Boog-man to a massive crowd pop. Besolve stares with rage in his eyes.)

Rick: Darrel tried, but he was foiled, Eddie.

Eddie: Shut up, Rick! Sunday! Wrestle Wars III! Sunday, the end result will be much, much different!

(Fierce drops their hands. Boog and Knight embrace as we go off the air.)

(IWA logo, followed by the black abyss.)