(Now, we cut to the A.C.C. The lights are on, and the fans are murmurring amongst themselves in light of what they have just seen on the IWA Big Screen. Then, "Bounce" by System of a Down blares in the arena. The attention of the fans is jolted to the entrance ramp, where Adam Fierce and Mike Vincent emerge. Boos ensue.)

Rick: It looks like Rush is gonna kick off with two of the three men in power. But, Eddie, can you believe what you just saw take place in Ohio??

Eddie: I couldn't believe it when it happened, and I can't believe it still! It's disgusting how the OWC could have let that take place!

(The two men march to the ring. Fierce is well-dressed in a blue shirt, decorated with a green dragon, while Vincent wears a green suite with pot leaves everywhere. They both look displeased.)

Rick: Last week at our amazing PPV, Wrestle Wars 3, Adam Fierce turned on Boog-man, and in my opinion, turned on the fans of the IWA when he aided Darrel Besolve in becoming the IWA Heavyweight champion!

(Fierce slides in the ring, while Vincent climbs in. The crowd isn't booing as loud as you'd expect. The OWC footage must have had an effect. Vincent brings the mic to his face and speaks.)

Vincent: Today should be a marvelous day. Finally, after four months of failure, the IWA title is finally out of the hands of Boog!

(Crowd boos.)

Vincent: It was a beautiful plan, really. The idea was to have Adam come in and make it seem as if he's against me. But, Adam was in on it all along, Boog.

(Fierce wants to smile, but it's not in him right now.)

Vincent: And the plan worked beautifully. Boog, you couldn't have expected what happened at Wrestle Wars. You never thought Adam Fierce would aid Darrel Besolve in winning the IWA title.

(More boos from the fans. Vincent pays no mind.)

Vincent: It should be a marvelous day, it really should. My IWA title is finally around a champion who I can be proud of. Finally, a true man represents the IWA. And, representing the IWA, Darrel was to win the NeWA World Title, something you Boog-man, could never do again.

Rick: I truly beg to differ.

Vincent: But, unfortunately, the IWA champion was attacked in a sick, uncivilized manner! Unfortunately, the OWC, specifically president Rodney Pringle allowed Adam Knight. .

(Vincent pauses.)

Vincent: Lets just talk about Adam Knight for a second. Who is Adam Knight? He's a man who doesn't have an ounce of loyalty in his body! He's a man who, by the grace of my help, won the NWA World title as an IWA wrestler, then took his earnings and left! Adam Knight is a man who will do anything for the possibility of more money and more fame! Adam Knight.... is a disgusting animal!

(Toronto boos in unison. Knight might have some issues, but he means something to them.)

Vincent: And he's a man who would stab the IWA's champion in the shoulder because he knows that Darrel would destroy him if given the proper chance!

(As the audience boos, Fierce takes the mic. He allows the fans to quiet down before speaking.)

Fierce: I accepted Mike's offer to become the VP of the IWA for several reasons. The most important being that this IS the greatest promotion I have ever worked for!

(Quick pop. Go IWA!)

Fierce: Boog-man, it really isn't anything personal. You have had your day in the sun, and now it's the younger, healthier Darrel Besolve's turn. You didn't want to pass the torch, Boog, so I had no choice but to take it away and pass it for you.

(Boos.)

Fierce: You can boo me if you want...

(More boos.)

Fierce: ...because the fact of the matter is that I did whats best for the IWA! Darrel Besolve is the man to bring the NWA World title home, not Boog! I give Boog props for managing to avoid Vincent's grasps for so long, but the truth is that Darrel will bring the IWA to the top of the Alliance, where we all know it belongs!

(Mixed reaction. They want to boo Fierce, but want to cheer the IWA. What to do?)

Fierce: But, because of OWC's negligance and Adam Knight's criminal mind, our best chance is sitting in a hospital bed with a hole through his shoulder!

(He pauses, pacing around the ring.)

Fierce: Sunday night is Wrestle Classic 2002. In the main event, Adam Knight defends the World title against a man with a f(beep)ing hole through his f(beep)ing shoulder! And it's all because of that traitor Adam Knight and his new home promotion, the OWC! What kind of company would sit and WATCH Knight do what he did?? You know what, Mike? I think Pringle and the OWC is afraid of losing the World title!

Eddie: Yeah!

(The crowd is silent, pondering Fierce's comments. Vincent takes back the mic now.)

Vincent: This World title match at Wrestle Classic... it's gone WAY passed Besolve and Knight! No... now, because of that prick Adam Knight and Craiger... it's become IWA vs. OWC!! And my friends... justice WILL be served!

("Bounce" plays as Vincent and Fierce exit the ring. The crowd is left to think about the events that have taken place, and our President and VP's reactions to them.)

Rick: My god, Eddie. Things are gettin' ugly in the NWA!

Rick: Welcome back. Our first match this evening, pits Super Shoink against the man who cost him his IWA Cruiserweight title last week at Wrestle Wars 3.

Eddie: OK, first off, it's not HIS title... it's Simon Benson's title. Get it right!

Rick: Ugh.

Eddie: Damn straight!

Rick: And the man who cost him that title is none other than Scooter.

Eddie: For the record, Scooter is probably the most insane person I have ever come into contact with.

Rick: I'll agree with that statement.

("Trampoline Girl" by Rod Torfulson's Armada featuring Herman Menderchuck...)

Vincent: Oi!

(...plays, and the fans divert their attentions to the entrance ramp. Shortly amount, we are greeted with Scooter. Scooter stands with an odd smile. You know, the one you see on the faces of lonely men, at your local topless bar.)

Eddie: Did wrestling do this to him?

Rick: I'm not sure.

(Scooter frolics to the ringside. Scooter takes his time, walking around the ring.)

Eddie: Rick. He's just staring at me... What do I do?

Rick: I don't pay. Act casual.

Eddie: Uh...

(Eddie clears his throat.)

Eddie: How's it going, sugar?

(A pause.)

Eddie: I mean... dang it!

(Scooter ignores the white-haired devil and slides in the ring. He mounts a turnbuckle, and gets random cheers from the Toronto crowd.)

Rick: It seems people in the T-dot know him.

Eddie: T-dot O-dot. Ha. Canadians are funny.

("Song 2" by Blur cuts off the commentators' jammering. Out to a growingly large pop, Super Shoink emerges. He tries to look intense, but Dackles advises him to try harder. He tries harder, but gives up and heads to the ring disappointed.)

Rick: Super Shoink is off to a bad start to this match.

Eddie: It hasn't started yet.

Rick: That's indeed true, Eddie.

(Shoink slides in the ring. Scooter just stares at him with that wacky smile. Shoink gets in his face and talks inaudible words. We assume it's trash.)

DING DING DING!

(Shoink, angered from the interference thing, shoves Scooter in the corner. Scooter responds by storming out, and shoulderblocking his opponent down. Shoink pops up, unimpressed. Scooter charges, but misses with a clothesline. Shoink hits him in the stomach with a side-kick, then whips him in the corner. Shoink charges and spears him in the stomach. Scooter stumbles out into a Northern lights suplex.)

Rick: Shoink is quick on the offensive in the early going here.

(Both men back up, and Scooter being whipped in the ropes. He comes back, leaping over a back-body drop attempt, then sliding under Shoink's legs, while grabbing his arms. As a result, Shoink is pulled face-first into the mat.)

Rick: Unique offense there, and Scooter gains the advantage.

(Scooter now with an elbow to Shoink's back. He shoves Shoink face first into the corner. Shoink stumbles back into a release German suplex. Shoink pulls himself back up, but suffers the fate of a swinging neckbreaker. Now, Scooter easily shoots himself to the top rope. Wasting no time, he leaps off with a Corkscrew Plancha.)

Rick: Excellent move, and it hits its target! Scooter going for the early pin!

ONE
TWO
shoulder up...

Rick: And Shoink still has gas left in the tank. How much, we just don't know.

Eddie: Why you gotta talk like that all the time?

Rick: It's my job, Eddie.

Eddie: Yeah but, it's just weird! Ok? Just stop please.

(Shoink is pulled back up. Scooter shoves him in the ropes, but he holds on. Scooter misses with a dropkick and Shoink leaps and hits him with a grounded senton.)

Rick: Shoink comes out with that out of desperation. Now, both men are down.

Eddie: You're down it again, Rick!

Rick: G'ugh.

(They return to their feet at the same time. Scooter with a right, but it's ducked. Super Shoink kicks him in the gut, followed by a roundhouse that knocks Scooter into the corner. The former Cruiserweight champ approaches Scooter and starts hitting him with lightning fast punches.)

Rick: Super Shoink fights back with fists of fury, now.

Eddie: OK, enough!

Rick: No, he calls it that. Really!

(Shoink whips him in the opposite corner, and charges, nailing a splash. He moves aside as Scooter stumbles out of the corner aimlessly. Shoink bounces off the ropes and bulldogs him down. Then, he rips him back up hitting him with a snap suplex. Shoink gets up, and pulls his opponent up again. He sets up and hits a gutwrench suplex, nearly launching Scooter out of the ring. Scooter stumbles to his feet and is launches, this time with a belly-to-belly suplex.)

Rick: Shoink likes those suplex's, eh Eddie.

Eddie: Why are you asking me? I'm no good at this "match commentating" stuff.

Rick: How foolish of me.

(Scooter is pulled up. Then, he comes out of nowhere with a death valley driver.)

Rick: A DVD and both men are both once again!

Eddie: Not for long. Goofball #2 is back up and is up. Scooter best hurry.

(Scooter gets up, but it's too late. Super Shoink locks in the chicken wing.)

Rick: Goofba...er... Super Shoink with the chicken wing!

Eddie: This could secure the match!

(But no. Scooter throws himself, and Super Shoink to the outside.)

Rick: Scooter sacrificed himself to take Super Shoink down. And it was all he could do!

(Both men are back up, and Scooter grabs Shoink's tights, and pulls him into the railing as he falls down. Scooter reaches under the ring and grabs a kendo stick. Taking a big wind-up, he strikes Shoink in the head.)

Rick: What a shot!

Eddie: The "weapons-friendly" rule kicks ass!

(Scooter strikes him in the stomach with a second shot, then rolls him back in. Scooter climbs the apron and heads to the top rope. Measuring his opponent, he leaps and nails a Shooting Star Press with air-time to make Jordon's jaw drop.)

Rick: OH MY GOD! What a beautiful move! This HAS to be it!

(Scooter hooks the legs and the ref slides into position.)

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NO!

Eddie: Oh man! I gotta piss!

Rick: Shoink BARELY gets out of that one!

(Scooter pulls Shoink up and tosses him into the corner. Shoink stumbles out and is propelled across the ring with a hiptoss. Shoink pulls himself up slowly. Meanwhile, Scooter scrapes his finger across his throat. Shoink spins around and Scooter grabs his neck.)

Rick: He's going for the Scooterizer!

Eddie: Huh?

(But Shoink blocks it, and shoves Shoink high in the air, crashing on his back. Shoink quickly grabs his legs and locks his leg in between. He spins Scooter onto his stomach. The, he digs his knee into the small of Benson's back and begins wrenching on the neck.)

Rick: Shoink Side Stretch! This is over!

(Scooter fights it briefly, but eventually, he taps.)

DING DING DING!

Rick: Super Shoink wins with the Side Stretch and gets a measure of revenge against the debuting Scooter.

("Song 2" plays again as Shoink rolls out of the ring. Dackles, his always suportive manager, is in shock at Shoink's victory. Then, in the ring, Scooter pulls to his feet, runs over, and kisses the referee.)

Rick: What the...

Eddie: He didn't use tongue, did he?

(Scooter then grabs a microphone.)

Scooter: [singing] Can't you hear those cavalry drums... hijacking your equilibrium... midnight hags in the mausoleum... where the pixilated doctors moan...

Eddie: . . .

Rick: . . .

Scooter: Carnivores in the Kowloon night... Breathing freon by the candlelight... Coquettes bitch slap you so polite... Till you thank them for the tea and sympathy!

Eddie: This is strange.

Rick: Very much so.

(Scooter falls to the mat and starts spinning on the floor as he sings.)

Scooter: I want to defy... the logic of all sex laws... let the handcuffs slip off your wrists, I'll let you be my chaperone... at the halfway home...

(Scooter springs to his feet.)

Scooter: [overselling this] I'm a full grown man, but I'm not afraid to crrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

(Scooter spikes the mic onto the mat and runs away.)

Rick: I . . . see.

Eddie: I told you all. Most insane person I know.

[Cut from break, backstage. "The Natural" Mike Bell has entered the arena. With the IWA Title over his shoulder, he limps to the locker room area. We cut to the commentating table.]

Rick: Mike Bell will defend his IWA Extreme title against one of the brightest young stars in the whole Alliance, Evan Hurley!

Eddie: (mocking) Everyday... phh!

Rick: You can mock his new nickname all you want, Eddie. But you know for a fact that he's a major player. Hurley is a former IWA International champion, and on Sunday at Wrestling Classic, he'll get a shot at the NWA North American Title against champion Ken Jansen, Mike Sloan and Vic Vary. And you can't forget that Hurley prefers the Hardcore style of wrestling, and is from the HCWF. So that has to count for a lot, here.

Eddie: Bell has run through almost everyone the IWA has in his extremely successful run. Evan Hurley, in my damn opinion, will be no different!

Rick: But as you just saw, Bell is in bad health, to say the least. That brutal Extreme title match at Wrestle Wars 3, that had to be seen to be believed, took more than you know out of Bell. That sunset flip that powerbombed Mann off the top off the cage through our table was just horrifying. And cap that off with that second plunge off the cage when some unknown person turned the power to the cage on..

Eddie: Bell fell from WAY the f(beep) up there, into a wheel barrel of lights! And I tell ya, that wheel barrel isn't even fixable!

Rick: The technician in charge had said that he was out to the bathroom, and that someone must have snuck it while he was gone.

Eddie: I hope that bastard got fired for nearly costing us our Bell!

Rick: And it's not over. After Hurley tonight, Bell what will be another hardcore massacre, for the NeWA Hardcore title! That's only four days of a rest to heal his wounds!

Eddie: Ouch.

Rick: Ouch indeed. But it's now time to find out who will become the number one contender to the hardcore title, as the tag team champs, fight each other!

Eddie: Who booked this thing?? These guys are friends!

Rick: They're the Hardcore Contingent, Eddie, and both these guys are Hardcore experts! Besides, they'll probably enjoy this, anyway.

Eddie: Yeah, I suppose you're right.

#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, Mike Barcode first steps out from the locker room area. IWA Tag Team Title around his waste, Barcode marches confidently to the ring. The music has been playing, as he listens, and breathes, before departing down the ramp.]

Rick: I gotta ask, Eddie. Who is your money on?

Eddie: Wow. This is a tough call. First off, Barcode is a former IWA Extreme champ, and very capable in this division. Riggs, on the other hand, is a former champion of HCWF, where hardcore is way of life.

Rick: Indeed true.

Eddie: I'm gonna go out on a limb and say Barcode.

[Barcode enters, and waits. The music cuts briefly, only to begin anew.]

#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

[Next, Steve Riggs comes out, IWA tag title around his waste. Riggs heads down the aisle with a big smile on his face. He slides in the ring. Riggs hands the title away, then he and Barcode bump heads and laugh.]

DING DING DING!

Rick: And we're off! This should be interest, to say the least.

(Collar-elbow tie-up. Riggs backs his partner/opponent into the corner. Hard knife-edge chops get "WOO"s from the crowd. Riggs with an Irish whipe, but Barcode reverses it, sending Riggs into the opposite corner. Barcode follows right behind, and rocks Riggs with a clothesline. Riggs stumbles out. Barcode goes for a bulldog, but Riggs ducks, and shoves Barcode through the ropes to the outside.)

Rick: Awkward looking fall that was!

Eddie: Riggs just threw his opponent in the direction of the weapons and Barcode's making full use of this opportunity!

(Barcode has a steel chair. He folds it and turns to the ring.)

(WHACK!)

Rick: Baseball slide dropkick from Riggs sends the chair into Barcode's face!

(Riggs out of the ring. He has the steel chair in his hands. Reering back, he lets a huge shot go. CLANK! Barcode ducks and the chair rocks the ringpost. Now, Barcode with a dropkick, sending Riggs into the guardrail. He charges towards his good friend, but Riggs sends him into the crowd with a back-body drop.)

Rick: Riggs climbs over the rail, and the Hardcore Contingent is battling it out in the crowd.

Eddie: Riggs scoops up Barcode, and drops him stomach-first on that chair.

(Splash.)

Rick: Barcode just slammed a drink against Riggs' face. He can't see!

(Barcode with a thunderous clothesline sends Riggs back to ringside. He climbs over himself and reaches under the ring for a table.)

Eddie: Ooh!

(Barcode slides the table in the ring and returns to Riggs. But the former HCWF champ is ready, and plants Barcode face first agains the announce table with a flapjack.)

Rick: And the momentum once again switches to Riggs.

(Riggs begins banging his tag team partner's head off the table. Repeat shots, each growing more and more intense.)

Eddie: These two are trying to kill each other!

(Riggs finally relinquishes, and pulls Barcode's face up. He is bleeding from the nose and mouth. A smile adorns his face.)

Rick: He's freaking smiling!

Eddie: Messed up people, I tells ya.

(Riggs drives his forearm into Barcode's head, then tosses him in the ring. He follows up and climbs to the top rope. Barcode gets to his feet, and turns around as Riggs leaps off with a missile dropkick. But Barcode is able to move out of the way.)

Eddie: JUST missed!

(Riggs climbs back to his feet as Barcode sets up the table in the middle of the ring. Barcode turns to his attacking opponent and ducks a right hand. Barcode lifts him in the air and a massive spinebuster crushes the table.)

Rick: BARCODE JUST SPINEBUSTERED RIGGS THROUGH THAT TABLE!

Eddie: WOO!

(The crowd is rambunctious, cheering wildly for blood. Savages! Meanwhile, Barcode rolls his opponent up for the pin.)

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

Eddie: He kicked the motherf(beep) out!

Rick: I really didn't think he would.

(Barcode pulls Riggs up. Barcode whips Riggs in the ropes. Riggs blindly bounces back into a stiff side kick.)

Eddie: This has to be it!

(The cover. 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . no!)

Rick: No.

Eddie: No?

Rick: NO!

(Barcode picks Riggs up again, but is rolled up in a small-package rather suddenly.)

Rick: OH MY GOD! ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . THR--- NO!

Eddie: Steve Riggs almost pulled that one out of nowhere!

(Barcode is the first up. He begins stomping away on his partner, but Riggs bails. Barcode slides himself out. He reaches under the ring for a guitar. He turns back around and runs into a clothesline from Riggs.)

Eddie: Oh! Riggs with a powerful clothesline!

Rick: Now, he's got the guitar!

(Barcode stumbles up, his back to Riggs. Riggs is poised with the guitar, ready to launch a vicious shot. Barcode turns around.)

Eddie: And the swing...

Rick: Barcode ducks! He kicks Riggs in the stomach. Now he's pulling the guitar away...

Eddie: OOH!

Rick: Riggs just low-blowed his partner! His frickin' partner!

Eddie: That's how they play, Rick!

(Riggs winds up and fires. CRASH! And the guitar is destroyed.)

Eddie: Barcode's gonna be singin' tunes for awhile, I think.

Rick: Heh, yeah.

(Riggs rolls Barcode back in the ring. He follows in after grabbing a stop sign from under the ring, as Barcode is trying to pull himself up. But, he's lost. Barcode turns to his partner and suffers a snap suplex onto the sign.)

Eddie: Damn! That'll hurt your back.

(Riggs pulls Barcode back up. He goes for another snap suplex, but Barcode now with a low-blow.)

Rick: Now Barcode's gettin' dirty! These guys have serious problems!

Eddie: Hey! Real friends aren't afraid of gettin' dirty to get the job done.

(Barcode locks Riggs in a double-underhook, and tosses Riggs in the air.)

Rick: Riggs lands on his feet! Whoah!

(Riggs hurries to the top rope as Barcode, still staggering, turns around. Riggs leaps off and takes Barcode down with a moonsault.)

Rick: WHAT A HUGE MOONSAULT!

(Riggs is up, and with a big smile he drags his thumb across his throat.)

Eddie: Oh boy! He's signaling for the end!

Rick: Riggs locks on the double-underhook... it could be Fear Effect time!

(Riggs then lifts Barcode in the air. But Barcode starts moving frantically and Riggs loses control. Barcode is dropped to his feet. He quickly shoves Riggs in the ropes, and he bounces back into a kick in the stomach. Barcode grabs his partner's head and takes him down with a devasting swinging-reverse-neckbreaker.)

Rick: ARMAGEDDON!

Eddie: Barcode could have it!

(Barcode drops over his partner's body for the cover.)

1

2

3

Rick: He got the three! Barcode will meet the Extreme champion!

Eddie: My prediction came true! And to tell you the truth, I was having doubts about it during that match!

Rick: I want to call this an upset, seeing as how Steve Riggs is a multi-time HCWF champ. But Barcode has really been uppin' it as of late. I have a feeling he might be the next Extreme champion.

Eddie: That's if Evan beats Bell, cuz Barcode ain't beating The Natural, baby! Bell beat Barcode for the IWA Extreme title in the first place.

Rick: And of course, if Bell wins the Hardcore title at WC2002, the IWA Extreme title would be vacated. Who knows what our front office would do in that situation.

(In the ring, Barcode and Riggs have gotten back to their feet. Both men are quite bruised and battered, with Riggs looking somewhat upset. But Barcode extends his hand for a shake. Riggs takes a moment to think, then he shakes.)

Rick: Well that's sorta nice.

(Then, Riggs headbutts Barcode.)

Rick: What the...

(Barcode retaliates with his own headbutt! Then, they both.... laugh?! The two embrace as their music plays.)

Rick: OK, these guys are juiced or somethin'.

Eddie: Quite possibly. I know I am.

Rick: 'K folks. 'Tis time for what Simon Benson's first Cruiserweight title defense, after beating Super Shoink for the belt at Wrestle Wars.

Eddie: Rick, the IWA is blessed with the greatest champions! We've got Mike Bell as Extreme champ, THC as the tag champs, Jeckel as International champ, and Darrel Besolve...

(He briefly shakes his fist.)

Eddie: Damn you Adam Knight and the OWC!

(Back to normal now.)

Eddie: ...as the IWA Heavyweight champion. And with Benson as Cruiserweight champion, I couldn't be any happier as far titles are concerned.

Rick: Well thank you for your delightment comments, but it's match time.

(Lights fade. Simon Says by Drain STH begins to play over the speakers. Simon Benson appears at the entrance with the IWA Cruiserweight title proudly woren around his waitst, and the BWA Louisiana State title proped up on his right shoulder. Next to him in all smiles is Sarah.)

Rick: Now that girl has alot to smile about. Double crown champion will also be in action at Wrestle Classic. But first he has a tough challenge with one tough Adam Burke.

Eddie: I think I could give her something to smile about.

(The Benson duo get into the ring, and Simon climbs the turnbuckle only to recieve boos from the crowd. He hands his jacket and belts over to Sarah, then gives her a peck on the cheek before she leaves the ring.)

Eddie: Idn't that cute.

("Song 2" by Blur rocks the arena. A big pop, as Super Shoink emerges from the back, unexpected. He has with him, a small scale.)

Rick: What the hell is Super Shoink doing here?

Eddie: And why's he carrying a scale.

(The rather displeased Super Shoink marches to the ring, never taking his eyes off the man who cheated him out of the Cruiserweight title. Shoink grabs a mic and enters the ring.)

Shoink: There's something that's been on my mind since Wrestle Wars 3. Something that just isn't right.

(Shoink stares across the ring at Benson.)

Shoink: Benson, besides the fact that you needed help from her woman there, and that Scooter fellah to beat me... something STILL isn't right. Now, I'm a cruiserweight, that much is obvious. And I've wrestled Cruisreweights all over the continent. And, Benson... you ain't no Cruiserweight!

Rick: You gotta be kidding me.

Eddie: He's bitter, that's all.

(Benson stares at him like, what? Shoink drops the scale on the mat, and points down.)

Shoink: According to IWA rules, the weight limit to the IWA Cruiserweight division is 235 pounds. Now, if you don't mind stepping on the scale.

(Benson calls for a mic and is quickly given one.)

Benson: This is ridiculous, Shoink! You just can't accept that I beat you!

(Shoink laughs.)

Benson: I got an idea... how about you get the hell out of the ring, and let that goofy bastard, Burke, come to the ring for an ass-kickin'?

(Shoink shakes his head. Benson smiles.)

Rick: I smell trouble.

Benson: Alright, Shoink. You want it this way? Fine with me!

(Benson drops the mic and is poised to battle. Shoink follows suit. Suddenly, Commish Aaron Levin emerges on the IWA Big Screen, from his office.)

Eddie: Levin is here to save the day for Shoink.

Rick: Yeah, that's it.

Levin: Alright, fellahs. Settle down.

(Shoink and Benson turn their attention to the big screen.)

Levin: Benson, when was the last time you were weighed?

(Benson looks to Sarah for the answer. She shrugs.)

Levin: Than it's settled. On the scale!

Eddie: What??

(Benson doesn't like it. He argues his case. Unfortunately, Levin can't hear him.)

Levin: Now, Simon! NOW!

(Benson kicks the ropes in anger. Then, he steps on the scale and ref comes in for the read. Suddenly, a look of shock appears on the ref's face. Anger on Benson's. The ref quickly slides out of the ring to the ring announcer. The ring announcer, in turn, gets on the mic.)

Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, it has been discovered that Simon Benson weighs in at 238 pounds. THREE pounds above the weight limit for the Cruiserweight title.

(Huge crowd pop! Shoink is smiling ear to ear as Benson kicks the ropes, frustrated.)

Rick: Oh my...

Levin: Well well. It looks like Simon Benson sneaked his way into the Cruiserweight title. I don't know how, but it happened. Unfortunately, there's no way of proving that you didn't gain this weight since Wrestle Wars. So, the only thing I can do is STRIP you of that title belt!

(Another huge pop. And Benson is stomping around, livid. Shoink grabs the Cruisreweight title and holds it high in the air.)

Levin: Not so fast, Super Shoink.

(Shoink's like, huh?)

Levin: The Cruiserweight title will be held up. If you want that Cruiserweight title, you're gonna have to take Benson's place against Burke tonight!

Rick: Whoa! Burke vs. Shoink!

Eddie: Goofball #1 vs. Goofball #2... oh joy.

Levin: Now, you did just have a match against Scooter. So as a result, you will get time to rest. But get prepared, Shoink. You're gonna have your hands full against The Tiger!

(Flash. And the screen goes black.)

Rick: What a turn of events!

(Suddenly, Sarah Benson slides her purse into the ring. Benson picks it up, with Shoink's back turned.)

Rick: Uh oh! You gotta bet that's a loaded purse!

(Simon then lunges towards his enemy. But, Shoink ducks it.)

Rick: Benson missed! And Shoink with a spear! Benson is down!

Eddie: He's feeding Benson with right after right!

Rick: And the crowd loves it!!

(Sarah quickly enters the ring and shoves Shoink off her husband. Sarah climbs over Simon. Super Shoink climbs to his feet, with a smile. Then, he exits the ring, as "Song 2" plays rambunctiously in the background.)

Eddie: I hate Shoink!

[We return from break to the backstage. Benson has his bags packed and is storming out of the arena in a rage, Sarah by his side.]

Rick: Looks like Simon and Sarah have had enough of Rush.

[Then, an IWA crew member speaks as they walk by.]

Crew Guy: See ya later, Benson. Good luck at Wrestle Classic.

[Benson turns to him. Benson smiles.]

Benson: Thanks, man.

[Then, Benson kicks him in the stomach, and throws him through a plate-glass window only feet away.]

CRASH!

Rick: My god, Simon!

[Sarah pulls Benson back, and the two head out before security kicks them out. We cut back to ringside.]

Eddie: He's got a temper, it seems.

Rick: That was uncalled for! I hope he gets fined for it.

Eddie: Come on, Rick. Benson is wrestling for the BWA Heavyweight title at Wrestle Classic! And since Levin screwed him out of his warm-up match tonight, he simply had to use that poor guy as a warm-up.

Rick: Yes. I'm sure that's what he was thinking when he threw him head-first through the window.

Eddie: Exactly.

Rick: Ugh.

Eddie: Shouldn't we get on with the show, Rick? Or are you gonna slack off like usual?

Rick: You know, I really can't understand how you are content with being Eddie Reagan! You're out-of-shape, you're a perverted blood-thirsty lunatic, and no one likes you!

Eddie: Really?

(Eddie stands up. Facing the crowd, he raises his arms in the air. "EDD-IE! EDD-IE! EDD-IE!" He sits back down proudly. Rick is angry, but pretends he wasn't paying attention.)

Rick: Alright fans, up next we have a very unique matchup with a very big prize.

Eddie: A match against Jeckel? I'll pass on that prize.

Rick: OK, I never said it's not a challenging prize, but come on, it's the IWA International title!

Eddie: Jeckel is unstoppable, Rick. That's all there is to it.

Rick: No one's unstoppable. You just like him because he beat Burke.

Eddie: Sure, that has a something to do with it...

Rick: Eddie's biassed opinions aside, this won't be your ordinary 5-man matchup. Because once someone is eliminated, he will remain at ringside and encouraged to wreak havoc on anyone tossed outside.

Eddie: Ooh... and don't forget about the weapons-friendly ringside rule.

Rick: How can we?

(Music plays. We don't know what it is. It sounds... "cool". Luke Justice, one half of that tag team, comes out. Looking cool, Justice marches to the ring. He slides in. Luke runs his fingers through his hair while he waits.)

Eddie: Now this guy's cool.

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

Eddie: Trickster, fresh off his big win over Trek.

Rick: You mean, fresh off his big loss to Super Shoink.

Eddie: Hmph. Whatever.

(Trickster storms to the ring. Luke Justice stares as Trickster enters. The two men stare at each other, but the tension is soon broken.)

BOOM!

[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.]

Rick: Uh oh. Here comes the monster!

Eddie: I'm scared!

[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: From the looks on Justice and Trickster's face, they're scared, too.

[Diablo paces to the ring. He climbs in, and Justice and Trickster make their exit, showing Diablo the respect he demands.]

Eddie: Wow, Diablo is just massive, Rick. He's gotta be the favorite here.

Rick: He's a former NWA North American champ. Something not to take lightly at all.

[The tron lights up to show a blue luminous background with the silhouette of a man standing in the middle of the screen. The lights in the main arena dim to a dark shade of blue. The arena coloring is only broken up from white spotlights that keep scanning the crowd. The sound of cold wind blowing is heard over the P.A. system.]

Eddie: Who is coming out now?

Rick: One of the new additions to the IWA, The "Ice Man" Marc Vaughn, I believe.

[A hard guitar riff is heard replacing the wind blowing. The silhouette is revealed to be a man walking with his back toward the audience. As he is walking away, he appears to be walking towards a light.]

#Now I've told you this once before
#You can't control me
#If you try to take me down you're gonna pay

Eddie: A rookie gets an entrance like this? No, wonder I haven't gotten my raise.

Rick: I think it?s a nice entrance. I've heard a lot about this "Ice Man", he sounds like one tough hombre.

#Now I feel your every nothing that you're doing for me
#I'm picking you outta me
#you run away

[The spotlights zero in on the ramp entrance. The silhouette on the screen reaches the light that it was walking towards. The light flashes on the screen and reveals the name, "ICE MAN", and the name freezes over.]

#I....STAND ALONE!!!!
#INSIDE!!!
#I STAND ALONE!!

[The lights in the arena come back up as "The Ice Man" Marc Vaughn walks through the entranceway. The crowd is giving mixed reactions to the newcomer, but the Ice Man simply stands at the top of the ramp staring at the ring with a menacing stare.]

Eddie: You have to guess he's thinking, "Gee, this is my first match and I have to face the MONSTER Diablo."

Rick: I just wish he would stop staring and walk to the ring so we could get this fight underway.

[The Ice Man eventually walks toward the ring. He hands his coat and bandana to the ring crewman before entering the ring. He stretches his arms before standing on the second turnbuckle toward the crowd. He holds up one fist in the air and then pounds his chest before turning around to await the last opponent.]

Rick: And now, for the last man.

(Nirvana's Sliver starts up and out rolls a large blueslip-and-slide from the entrance way with water running down it. After amoment, Spark steps through, the apron wearing a black 8XL Sinfest t-shirt with a pair of yellow satin pants. After pausing a moment, Spark runs halfway down the aisle way before sliding on his knees to the ring, which he hits face first and slides under. Eventually he pulls himself out from under the ring now slightly wet and wearing a white 8XL Sinfest t-shirt and a blue pair of satin pants.)

Rick: Hmm-kay.

(Spark slides in the ring. After muttering to himself and then pointing towards the sky, he backs up to the corner.)

Rick: Spark! Diablo destroyed Spark a few weeks ago. You know Spark wants to up-end the big guy tonight.

Eddie: Pheh... good luck.

DING DING DING!

Rick: Here we go!

(Diablo grabs Spark by the hair. He tosses Spark across the ring, but Vaughn dropkicks him in the back of the knee. Diablo turns around and tries to run through the Ice Man with a clothesline, but it's ducked.)

Rick: It looks like Diablo and Vaughn are gonna start this match. Remember, this is an elimination match.

(Vaughn starts hammering away at Diablo. He takes several shots to the head, before shoving Vaughn across the ring.)

Rick: Whoa! Vaughn is 6'8" and Diablo just threw him like a cruiserweight.

Eddie: Kinda like how he throws Spark, eh?

(Vaughn gets to his feet. He stares up at the 7'4" beast, with a smile. Then, he tags in Luke Justice. Justice shakes his head.)

Rick: He doesn't want to enter against Diablo!

Eddie: Can you blame him?

(Then, Trickster comes in, and tosses him in the ring.)

Eddie: Trickster gets involved, and that's not a good thing for Justice.

(Justice hurries to his feet. He swallows hard and charges, elbowing Diablo in the chest. Then, Diablo blocks a right, and tosses Justice in the corner with authority. The big man charges, but Justice escapes a massive splash. Diablo stumbles out of the corner into a dropkick, taking the big man down.)

Rick: Justice takes the Immortal One down! And he's going up top!

(Justice measures up and leaps off with a giant splash, but it's too late. Diablo is up and catches him. Diablo modifies his hold and plants Justice with a Burning Hammer.)

Rick: THE KILLING FIELDS!

Eddie: Justice is done!

(The cover. ONE . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . THREE!)

Rick: Diablo makes short work of Justice.

Eddie: These guys gotta get rid of Diablo, before he runs through them all.

(Spark decides to be courageous and climbs to the top rope. Diablo turns around and gets a flying kick to the head. Diablo is knocked back into the corner. Trickster grabs him by the head, while Vaughn runs in, holding Diablo's legs. Spark flies in with a flying forearm to the skull.)

Rick: These guys a triple-teaming Diablo!

Eddie: Smart. Very smart.

(Still holding the Immortal One, Spark lays in with shots, fast and furious. Then, he takes a running start for a splash. But Diablo escapes the clutches of his opponent and plows through Spark with a lariat.)

Eddie: Oh boy.

(Spark crawls over and tags in Trickster. Trickster enters the ring and avoids a Diablo attack. He sweeps around, and takes out Diablo's legs. The big man falls hard. Trickster stomps away madly before making a quick tag back to Vaughn.)

Rick: I'm surprised these three are working as a team.

Eddie: Diablo is the man to beat here, Rick.

(Spark and Trickster hold Diablo down, while the Ice Man mounts the top rope. Leaping off, he plants a big splash on Diablo.)

Rick: Big man with a big splash! And the cover!

(ONE . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . kickout!)

Eddie: Diablo powers out of that!

(Vaughn stomps on Diablo, while he climbs to his feet. Then, he tries for an Irish whip, but it's easily reversed. Vaughn bounces off the ropes and ducks a boot attempt. The Ice Man flies bounces off the next set of ropes.)

(Tag.)

Rick: Spark just tagged in!

(Vaughn leaps at Diablo with a cross-body block, but Diablo catches him and plants him down with a backbreaker that would make Satan proud. Diablo goes for the cover.)

Rick: Vaughn's no longer legal! The legal man is on the top rope, staring down!

(Diablo, realizing his problem, gets back to his feet. The crowd is on their feet as he turns around.)

Eddie: Here we go...

(Facing the crowd, Spark leaps off with a backflip, and dropkicks Diablo in the skull on the way down.)

Rick: MOONSAULT DROPKICK!

Eddie: Is it enough??

(The crowd counts loud as Spark covers Diablo.)

1 ................ 2 .................. THREE!

Rick: HE GOT HIM!!!

Eddie: Amazingly, Diablo is out! Spark got at least some revenge for his loss.

Rick: Now Diablo rolls out of the ring. He's out of the match, but he just has to wait until someone exits the ring.

(Trickster now enters the ring and immediately attacks Spark. He whips Spark into the ropes and spears him down. Trickster begins pounding away at his opponent. Finally, he gets off him. Spark climbs to his feet. Trickster tries to throw Spark over the top rope to the outside, but Spark lands on the apron.)

Rick: Spark was nearly in deep water, there.

Eddie: Trickster thinks he's out!

(Trickster turns around and is stunned with a right. Spark stuffs his head under his arm and a release suplex takes Trickster to the outside. Spark hurries back in, as Diablo and Justice round the corners.)

Rick: Trickster's in trouble, now!

(Justice grabs a steel chair. WHACK! He nails Trickster. Then, Diablo clotheslines Justice down, and begins to stomp on the much smaller Trickster on the outside.)

Rick: Diablo doesn't want Justice around! But he's sure taking his anger out on Trickster!

(Diablo scoops Trickster in his arms. Charging the ringpost, he drives Trickster back-first into the steel. Then, rolls him in the ring.)

Eddie: All Spark has to do is make the cover, and Trickster is done!

(Here's the cover.)

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

Kickout!

Eddie: Whoa boy!

(Spark tags in Vaughn. He enters and grabs Trickster. A T-bone suplex takes Trickster down. Vaughn allows him back up. An Irish whip, and Trickster is in the corner. Vaughn charges, but eats a boot to the face. Trickster storms out and bulldogs him down. Trickster quickly applies a half-Boston crab.)

Eddie: The Hawk's Talon! Tanis has won the IWA Title with this one!

Rick: And Marc Vaughn might be done!

(Vaughn fights the pain. Unfornately for him, he's nowhere near the ropes.)

Rick: I think the Ice Man is gonna tap!

Eddie: He's raising his arm to tap... I think he will!

(Suddenly, Diablo reaches in and pulls Trickster out of the ring.)

Rick: Wow! Vaughn is lucky!

Eddie: Not Trickster! He's back where he definitely doesn't want to be!

(Diablo throws Trickster head-first into the guardrail. Trickster, bleeding now, is pulled back up. Diablo whips him across ringside, where Luke Justice is poised with a steel chair.)

WHACK!

Rick: Did you hear that? Trickster's head almost caved in!!

(Justice picks Trickster up and rolls him in the ring. Vaughn picks him up, and executes a brainbuste DDT.)

Rick: What a move! Vaughn is going for the cover!

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

Rick: And suddenly, we're down to two. This is for a shot at the IWA International title, folks! Both these guys want this!

(Trickster is kicked out of the ring, to join Justice and Diablo. Meanwhile, Spark springs over the top rope and dropkicks Marc Vaughn in the chest. He bounces off the ropes and walks into a belly-to-belly suplex from Spark.)

Rick: Spark isn't a big man for a wrestler, but he's a powerful little guy, that's for sure!

(Spark lays in a quick legdrop across Marc Vaughn's neck. Vaughn now fights to his feet, but Spark whips him in the ropes. Vaughn comes back into a sleeper hold.)

Eddie: Spark is slowing things down. Vaughn is fading away...

(But not quickly enough, as he snapmares Spark down. Vaughn picks him up, and goes for a DDT, but it's countered with a Northern lights suplex into a pin.)

Rick: HE MIGHT HAVE HIM...

1!
2!
Kickout!

Eddie: Ooh! Almost!

(Both men get back to their feet. Vaughn strikes with a connecting right. He whips Spark in the ropes. Spark flies back into a huge powerslam. Now, Vaughn is going up top.)

Rick: The Ice Man Marc Vaughn might be trying to end it here! He's on the top rope!

Eddie: But Spark is up, and he bounces off the ropes! That little flea just crotched Vaughn!

(Spark goes to the corner. He grabs Vaughn by his arms.)

Rick: Oh boy! He's going for the Kinder/Gentler finisher!

Eddie: What?

Rick: It's a face-first powerbomb.

Eddie: How's that kinder or gentler?

Rick: I don't know... but Trickster has come to, and he's on the apron!

(The ref tries to stop Trickster from entering the ring. This allows Diablo to grab a steel chair. On the apron, he swings.)

CRACK!

Rick: Diablo just struck Spark in the face!

Eddie: Wow!

Rick: Diablo isn't allowed to do that! That's not part of the rules.

Eddie: Are you gonna argue with him?

Rick: Hells no!

(Vaughn regains his composure and hops down. He stuffs Spark's head between his legs. Vaughn hoists Spark over his shoulders, charges across the ring, and powerbombs him down furiously.)

Rick: RUNNING POWERBOMB!! This is over!!

(The cover.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING DING DING!

Rick: And Marc Vaughn, in his debut match, pulls the huge upset!

Eddie: So, he gets to face Jeckel for the IWA International title, eh? How lucky.

[Cut backstage. We begin with a chorus of boos from the crowd. The front office trio of Vincent, Fierce, and Levin sit together at a triangle table, made especially for them three.]

Vincent: I'm sick of this garbage, men!

[Levin notices some gravy on Vincent's cheek. Playing mother, as he usual does, he wipes it off. You'd think someone would be embarassed by this. But, not Vincent.]

Vincent: This Sunday, the IWA has a shot at all of the major NWA titles, save the Tag belts. Our World title hopes have dwindled as a result of recent events over in Ohio, but there is still a chance. Men, we might be seeing the beginning of something ugly in the Alliance. I think it is time, the IWA takes over.

[Fierce and Levin glance at each other, and nod.]

Vincent: Recent events have shown that the boys down south care little about the reassurance of the guys up north. Our promotion has run rather seperate from the Alliance, thriving and growing, as well as hiding at the same time.

[A pause. This is serious stuff from our President.]

Vincent: Our soldiers are stronger, faster, better than the rest of the field. It's time to go to war, fellas. It's time to make our presence felt.

Rick: What is he talking about?

Eddie: He's talking about OWC's ignorance! IWA is the true Alliance powerhouse, and nothing OWC can do to our stars will tip the scale.

Fierce: So why book this Hurley/Bell barbwire main event? These men need to be 100% to win.

Vincent: Simple, Adam. It's booked for the fans.

Levin: He really means money.

[Vincent shakes his head no, then smiles and taps his nose with his index finger twice.]

Fierce: But a barbwire match?? These guys can be mutilated!

Vincent: I know. And it's all on camera!

[Vincent smiles, proud of himself. Fierce leans over and whispers to Levin.]

Fierce: Is he like.. half-retarded or something?

[The crowd laughs. Eddie does too.]

Levin: No, no. This whole thing with Boog has warped his mind. Seriously, that's why I book most of the matches.

Fierce: Ah...

[Fierce leans back in his seat. Looking toward Vincent, he speaks again.]

Fierce: So then what about Boog, Mike.

Vincent: Boog is merely a shadow, now. Without the IWA title, he doesn't have the power he once had. The stroke has returned to me, and he is a shrinking concern. He is not capable of winning the World TV title on Sunday, that much I can just feel. Hence my vowing to terminate his stay at top of the IWA mountain. For, he wasn't aiding the mountain's growth, but instead, taking the mountain down with him. Boog-man is a fading star now. I will continue to milk money out of him until he is useless to me, then I will throw him away. My hatred for him runs as deep as the IWA title, and he is without that prize. Therefore, his career may die in relative peace. He will never again receive a shot at the IWA title, for never again will he earn it. So as long as Boog stays out of my affairs and accepts his seperation with the IWA title, he may once again live without me breathing down his neck.

Levin: And if he does win the TV title, sir?

Vincent: He can't do it.

Levin: Sir, don't be foolish. It may be true that his peak is behind him, but the cliff is far ahead yet. His chances are quite good.

Vincent: If he wins, then great. The IWA will have the TV title. It's value to me is symbolic of the message I want to send: The IWA is the NWA. If Boog wins then I will accept it as a victory for the IWA, not as a victory for Boog. So long as he doesn't have the IWA ball anymore. A man can not carry a promotion that he cannot lift.

Eddie: I'm gonna pretend I understood that.

Vincent: But... he will not win. I will have to search into our rich pool of talent and chose a man to bring the title north of the border, instead of the NWA front office, and Boog will return to making me money in his quiet corner while dwindling away.

Levin: If he stays out your way, right?

Vincent: Exactly. Why?

Levin: Because he's standing in the doorway.

[HUGE POP.]

Rick: The Boogster is here! He was cheated out of the belt, and you gotta believe he ain't happy about it.

[Vincent and Fierce stand quickly, as Boog enters the room. Calmly, he eyes the two men, then focusses his attention on Vincent.]

Boog: That's your vision, Mike? Let me "dwindle away"? You think I'm on the verge of the end of my success? The four months I spent on top of the IWA means nothing to you, huh?

[Suddenly, Fierce steps in between the two. He stares at Boog.]

Fierce: You have a chance to end this, Boog. Turn around, and walk away, and you won't have to be subject to the wrong end of political favoratism. What's done was necessary to the IWA, and you must accept it. Or, you'll suffer more of the same fate as at Wrestle Wars.

[Boog chuckles. He speaks as if he didn't pay attention to a single word Fierce just said.]

Boog: And you. You know, I once thought you to be a man of honor and pride. Politics use to mean nothing to you. It was all about the talent. About what you can do in the ring. But you made it clear that you've changed. You stole my respect for you away when you cost me the IWA title.

Fierce: Honor and pride are important to me! I am honored to be aiding the IWA into the future. I take pride in my ability to make this place as successful as possible. Maybe someday you'll understand my decision, Boog.

[Boog looks Fierce square in the eyes. Then, he glances at Vincent, then back at Fierce, making it clear that he's talking to them both when he says...]

Boog: This is NOT over.

[Boog turns around and heads out, with Vincent yelling after him.]

Vincent: IT IS OVER, BOOG! IT'S F(beep)ING OVER!

[He stares at Fierce.]

Vincent: Make it crystal clear that this needs to be over. Send the message.

[Fierce smiles. Levin sighs, still sitting at the table, and we cut back to ringside.]

Rick: No more of this biassed behavior! I'm sick of being associated with a president that wears ridiculous clothes and does things on impulse as he pleases! The IWA is a great place, but it would that much greater without this non-sense!

Eddie: Boog can end it! Boog needs to do it, not Vincent!

[We cut to the back again. Sam Bricks, that nervous red-head, stands in front of an IWA backdrop. Ice Man Marc Vaughn, fresh off his victory, approaches.]

Bricks: Marc Vaughn can I have a word with me? I mean you?

Ice Man: (toweling himself down) Yeah, what?

Bricks: Tonight was your debut match, and you pulled out a big damn win. Wow, really big!

Ice Man: I guess I did huh?

Bricks: You sure did and now you go on to face Jeckel for the International Title?

Ice Man: Who?

Bricks: Jeckel, the International champion. You know, scary guy. Big. I'm scared just thinking about him.

Ice Man: Can he kick my a$$?

Bricks: Say.....huh?

Ice Man: (doing sign language) Can he kick the Ice Man's a$$, in your opinion?

Bricks: D'uh... I don't know. Uh, I guess we will have to see when you get your title shot.

Ice Man: Can I have that? (pointing to the microphone)

[Sam Bricks looks off-screen, looking for an awnswer. Marc Vaughn grabs the mic, and pushes Bricks off camera.]

Bricks: Yoy!

Ice Man: (still hyped from his match) For those of you just tuning in to Monday Night Rush, you missed the debut of the Big Bad Frost Daddy, Da Coldest Player in the Game, the Ice Man Marc Vaughn. See, I didn't feel like it was really a debut. More like, a warning. See, I didn't come here to make friends. I didn't come here to say my prayers and eat my vitamins, I came here to beat the living s#$t out of anyone that feels as though they are man enough to step up to the Ice Man. See, when you are cold hearted, you don't care. When you don't care you have no fear. When you have no fear all you have driving you is anger. It's a simple equation. I like anger. It suits me well, Hell, I could write a book about it, but anyone from that big a$$ chicken, to Besolve, to whoever's clever, we can go one on one, face to face, man to Ice Man and you can prove you have no fear. Maybe you don't really know what fear is. School is open. I'm the tutor.

[The Ice Man Marc Vaughn drops the microphone and looks at Sam Bricks, who is trying to hide behind his supervisor.]

Ice Man: You have a nice day interviewer man.

[The Ice Man walks off leaving Sam Bricks with a dumb look on his face.]

Eddie: Ha! I like him already, Rick.

Rick: Yes, yes you do. But it's now time to check his next opponent out. Jeckel will battle The Boog-man, who has just lost the IWA Heavyweight title.

Eddie: His star is fading, as Vincent said. Tonight, you will see what I mean.

[ Silence. ]

[ And after a few unbearably tense moments, a voice. ]

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

[ And then, a sigle light begins to swim through the crowd then all of a sudden . . .

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*

[ An EXPLOSION of red pyro rocks the entranceway, drawing a faint pop from the pyro-loving crowd as "Sweet Dreams" begins to play and strobe lights fill the arena making it difficult to see anything. For a brief second the crowd goes silent. Then...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*

[Another flash of Pyro goes off and the lights come back on and Jeckel is standing in the middle of the ring looking as cold as ever.]

Eddie: Man! I wish I could warp. Hmph.

Rick: Yes, Eddie. Yes...

(Then, the song dies and we are left with silence once more.)

(Shortly after, the choppy guitar of Steve Taylor's "Shortstop" plays. Moments after this, The Boog-man emerges. The crowd cheers mindlessly, despite the lack of IWA title.)

Rick: This is Boog-man's first matchup without the IWA title.

Eddie: He looks much better like this, no?

(The Boog-man is marching to the ring with purpose. He is visibly upset over the manner in which his title was taken from him. But, he is not losing focus of his opponent. The World's Original is not taking his eyes off of Jeckel.)

Rick: Jeckel has had some a war or two already, Electrified Cage Match coming to mind, but The Boog-man might hand The Phoenix his first loss tonight.

Eddie: Boog-man, I dunno, Rick. I mean, he's not bad and all...

Rick: C'mon, Eddie! Don't talk like an idiot! You are an idiot, but try not to let it show as much, alright?

Eddie: You're so cruel.

(The Boog-man climbs the ringsteps and enters the squared circle. He pulls the ropes, stretching, not leaving his opponent's eyes.)

Rick: Jeckel may be undefeated, but he's not indestructable, Eddie. He's close! But, remember, Burke put him out for a week, hitting him in the face with a shovel numerous times... then nearly having him crushed in the garbage truck.

Eddie: That was a freakin' accident!!

Rick: But, it happened, none-the-less. I'm saying, Eddie, that there's a very good chance that Boog-man, the former NWA World Champion, can hand Jeckel his first loss tonight!

Eddie: Hmm...

DING DING DING

Rick: Collar and elbow tie up as Jeckel and Boog-Man are locked up right there in the middle of the ring.

Eddie: Tear his head off Jeckel. I can't stand that Boog-Man, I hope he gets his ass handed to him again this week like he did last week.

(Jeckel forces Boog into the corner and when the ref steps in between them, Jeckel blasts Boog with a hard right.)

Rick: Massive shot by Jeckel and that one had to stun Boog.

(The ref doesn't see the illegal blow but that doesn't stop Jeckel from landing several hard chops to the chest of the Boogster.)

Eddie: WHOOOO

Rick: A knife edge chop by Jeckel and the fans are getting into those chops that has Boog reeling in pain.

(The fans give a Ric Flair type WHOOOO with each shot and Boog comes out of the corner with his forearm covering the now red whelps across his chest.)

Eddie: Now that is what I'm talking about. Some good old fashioned laying in the hurt of Boog.

(Jeckel tries for a hard right by Boog blocks it and begins to back up Jeckel with several hard right fists to the head.]

Rick: Boog is backing up Jeckel now with some hard shots of his own and now it is Jeckel who has his back in the corner.

Eddie: Get in there ref. Boog-Man shouldn't be allowed to break the rules anytime he damn well pleases.

(The ref screams at Boog to let Jeckel out of the corner but Boog acts like he doesn't hear and keeps pounding away at the head of Jeckel who is now sitting on his ass in the corner.)

Rick: Boog now applying a choke to Jeckel with his foot on Jeckel's throat.

Eddie: Get in there ref. Do your damn job.

Rick: Boog now picking up Jeckel by the head and he whips him into the ropes on the far side.

Eddie: Backbody drop by that no good Boog and Jeckel landed hard on his back. Come on Jeckel, you can beat him

Rick: Boog picks up Jeckel and hits him with a beautiful snap suplex that once again takes Jeckel down hard.

(Boog is the first to his feet as he waits for Jeckel to get up to a vertical base. Jeckel crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up, as he does that Boog-Man hits a running clothesline and Jeckel flips over the top rope and to the concrete floor.)

Rick: Hard clothesline from Boog and Jeckel is layed out on the floor in front of us.

(As Jeckel struggles to get to his feet, Boog races to the other side, bounces off the ropes and then does a suicide dive over the top rope and he collides with Jeckel, taking them both down.)

Eddie: AHHHHHH

Rick: Big time move from Boog and the former IWA Champ is in complete control of this match.

Eddie: Come on Jeckel.

(Boog-Man rolls Jeckel back into the ring and tries to follow him back in but with a desperation move from the part of Jeckel, he drops an elbow on the back of Boog's head and that stops the assault.)

Rick: That is going to slow the Boog-Man down now. Jeckel dropped a hard elbow on the back of Boog's head and now the big man is prone on the mat.

Eddie: Now Jeckel is going to take care of him once and for all.

(Jeckel slides out of the ring and grabs a chair. He sets the chair down on the floor near the ring apron and he goes after Boog's legs.)

Rick: What does Jeckel have in mind now?

Eddie: If it involves using that chair to scramble the brains of Boog, then I am all for it.

(Jeckel drags Boog out of the ring by his feet first and that causes Boog's head to slap down on the chair with no give from the concrete floor.)

Rick: Wow, unorthadox use of that steel chair from Jeckel as he literally tried to bust open Boog.

Eddie: Boog is going to have his hands full with Jeckel. Jeckel has been on a roll ever since coming to the IWA

Rick: You can't take anything away from what Jeckel has accomplished here and trust me, Boog-Man is no slouch

Eddie: Yea, whatever.....

(Jeckel grabs Boog by the hair and sends him face first into the cornerpost.)

Rick: What a sickening impact as Boog was sent into that steel post. He is dazed and could be in some trouble

(Jeckel goes for the chair again)

Eddie: I love it, I flat out love it. He can crush Boog's skull open right now for as far as I am concerned.

(Boog turns around and catches a mush full of chair to the face and he goes down like a shot.)

Rick: Jeckel using that hardcore style to his advantage as Boog is just trying to get back to his feet.

(Jeckel lays in several hard kicks to the ribs of Boog who doubles up in pain.)

Eddie: He may have busted one of Boog's ribs with those kicks. I wonder if the NFL needs more punters Rick?

Rick: Jeckel looking mighty impressive at this stage

Eddie: THAT is an understatement

(Jeckel goes to whip Boog into the ringsteps but it is reversed by Boog and it is Jeckel who is slung shoulder first into the steps.)

Rick: Jeckel is holding that shoulder Eddie. I may have injured it right there.

Eddie: NOOOOOO

(Boog then goes to laying in kicks and stomps to that shoulder and Jeckel is just trying to get off of his hands and knees but Boog will have none of that.)

Rick: Boog going after the chair and now it is Jeckel tasting steel on the mush.

(Boog-Man then rapidly smashes the chair down on Jeckel's head and injured shoulder as the ref desperately tries to get them to get the action back into the ring. Boog then picks up Jeckel by the head and rams him face first into the announcers table.)

Eddie: Come on ref, dq him or get him back into the ring.

(Boog picks up Jeckel and rams him back first into the ring apron.)

Rick: Boog now has taken over this match as he has Jeckel in a very bad way.

Eddie: Shut up Rick, Jeckel will beat the hell out of him any minute now. I can just feel it.

(Boog rolls Jeckel into the ring and then goes for the pin. The ref slides into position.)

1...............

2...............

Eddie: NO, Jeckel got the shoulder up. He refuses to lose to someone like Boog-Man.

(You can tell that Eddie is starting to get nervous as Boog picks up Jeckel.)

Rick: Boog has Jeckel up in a powerbomb and looks to plant him somewhere down TOWN!!!!

(Boog drills Jeckel to the mat with a strong sounding powerbomb.)

Eddie: My god, did you hear that one?

(Again Boog goes for the pin)

1.................

2................

thr..........kickout

Rick: Jeckel once again kicks out and Boog can't believe it. He is trying to put Jeckel away just mere days before his big time NeWA World TV Title match at Wrestle Classic....

Eddie: And he can't do it. Jeckel is taking everything that Boog has to give and he is going to come back, I can just feel it.

Rick: Boog-Man goes to pick up Jeckel once again.

(Jeckel catches him with a low blow.)

Eddie: Big time equalizer from Jeckel and now Boog is down to his knees.

(Jeckel gives Boog a thumb to the eyes.)

Eddie: Now, it is time for Jeckel to show his stuff.

(Jeckel goes behind Boog and catches him with a quick series of German suplexes.)

Rick: Successive German suplexes for Jeckel and now the momentum has switched again.

Eddie: Jeckel now whips Boog into the corner hand and follows him in....

[WHAM]

Rick: Boog caught between a rock and a hard place as Jeckel charged in and caught him hard with a big time clothesline against the turnbuckles.

Eddie: I know that Jeckel would be too much for him.

Rick: Jeckel is sliding out of the ring and he is going after that chair again as he has Boog is complete trouble now.

Eddie: Thats right Rick, we are going to see the destruction of Boog-Man here tonight and we won't have to worry about seeing him at Wrestle Classic on the 31st

Rick: You are sick Eddie. Truly sick.

(Jeckel sets the chair down in the middle of the ring and then drags Boog out of the corner. He then pulls him up....)

Rick: Hard DDT on the chair and Boog is out of it.

Eddie: Make him bleed Jeckel, make the bastard bleed.

Rick: Boog is going to have to pull this out some how. He doesn't want to go into Wrestle Classic riding a two match losing streak

Eddie: Well you had better set the vcr at home on play because you are going to see it happen tonight!

(Jeckel goes for the pin.)

1...................

Eddie: He is going to do it.

2.................

Rick: This could be the biggest win for Jeckel

Eddie: Thr..........

Rick: No, he kicked out!!!!

Eddie: WHAT?!?!?

Rick: Boog-Man kicked out and the match continues!

Eddie: No go(beep)mn way!!!!

Rick: And now Jeckel is complaining to the ref. He thinks that it should have been a three count

Eddie: Blasted stupid ass refs. They can't count worth a flip.

(Jeckel's complaining allows Boog to catch his wind and he gets back to his feet.)

Rick: Jeckel turned his back on Boog and that is going to cost him because now Boog has the upper hand with several hard shots to the head and now Jeckel is reeling

Eddie: All because that stupid ref can't count

(Boog-Man picks up Jeckel and hits him with a Samoan Drop. The momentum carries them both close to the ring ropes.)

Rick: Big Samoan Drop by Boog and now Boog is getting that look in his eyes

Eddie: Uh oh

Rick: Boog is climbing through the ropes and he is going to the top turnbuckle. Could this be the beginning of the E.O.A and the end of Jeckel?

Eddie: NOOOOO

(Boog begins to look out at the fans and he is motioning with his hands for them to get louder.)

Rick: Boog is playing up to the fans tonight.

Eddie: I can barely hear myself think. Make them stop Rick, they are hurting my ears.

(The ref goes in close to check on Jeckel and as Boog launches himself for the big elbow drop, Jeckel pulls in the ref who takes the full brunt of the EOA.)

Rick: The ref is down, the ref is down

Eddie: I told you that the ref's here were incompetent

(Then you see a blur racing down the entrance ramp towards the ring. Whoever the man is, he slides into the ring.)

Rick: What in the hell?

(The man blindsides Boog.)

Eddie: IT'S ADAM FIERCE!!!!!

Rick: What in the hell is the VP doing?

(Fierce quickly picks up Boog in a "Razors Edge".)

Eddie: Can you say "Devastation"?

(Fierce then executes a massive neckbreaker. His finisher that is called "Devastation".)

Rick: MY GOD!!!! HE JUST KILLED BOOG

(Eddie is laughing.)

Eddie: It is over, it's all over. Boog will NEVER get up from that

Rick: That must have been the message that Vincent was talking about earlier.

(Jeckel now gets up and sees Boog laying there in the middle of the ring. Without wasting anytime at all he picks up Boog, and applies a double-underhook powerbomb.)

Rick: The "Ticket to Hell" by Jeckel. My god, he just planted Boog!

Eddie: I LOVE IT!!!!

(The ref slowly begins to come to.)

Rick: No, not like this. Don't let it be tarnished by Adam Fierce!

(The ref sees Jeckel pinning Boog and he crawls over.)

Eddie: You can count to 50 BABY!!!!!

(The ref's arm slaps the mat.)

Eddie: ONEEEEEEEEEEEEE

(The ref's arm slaps the mat again.)

Eddie: TWOOOOOOOOOO

(And a third, final time.)

Eddie: THREEEEEEEEE

Rick: Damnit!

Eddie: How sweet it is!

DING DING DING!

Rick: This is going to be a huge loss for Boog. He is going into Wrestle Classic with a two match losing streak and he is going to be challenging for the NeWA TV Title.

Eddie: I don't think Boog is going anywhere after that.....

Rick: I've seen Boog come back from much worse, Eddie.

(Jeckel emerges on his feet and stares at Adam Fierce as the VP enters the ring. Fierce stares back at him, almost as if challenging Jeckel to attack, if that's his wish. The ref raises Jeckel's hand, but he pulls it away. Fierce picks up Boog by the hair, and stares back at Jeckel, making it clear he is not after him.)

Rick: It doesn't look like Jeckel appreciated the help.

Eddie: Quite frankly, I doubt he needed it. It is Boog, afterall.

Rick: You're a dumbass.

(Jeckel grabs his International title, and slides out of the ring. His deeds have been done, and it appears that he has accepted the means by which they were accomplished.)

Eddie: That's a good thing... for Fierce. Jeckel woulda destroyed him... maybe.

Rick: Fierce is a very skilled and decorated veteran, but he hasn't been an active wrestler in so long now. But what's he doing now?

(Fierce stuffs Boog's head between his legs. He lifts him up over his shoulders, resting him across his back.)

Rick: Another Devastation?

(Then, Fierce charges across the ring, and tosses Boog through the air.)

Rick and Eddie: AHHH!

(Boog flies over the top rope and crashes THROUGH the announce table as Rick and Eddie scamper away.)

Eddie: My table!

Rick: This is just wrong, Adam! Why did he do this???

(Fierce calls for a mic rather harshly. He is obliged.)

Fierce: Boog-man, you do not understand what you're dealing with, here! You might have been able to stop Vincent for so long. But now, I'm in the picture! This is a message, Boog. Stay out of our way... or you will suffer! STAY OUT...OF OUR WAY, BOOG!

(Fierce tosses the mic aside. He exits the ring to the song "Bounce" by System of a Down. Now, a shot of the Boog-man, barely conscious in the wreckage.)

Rick: My god. I pray that Boog will take this message. The madness has GOT to end!

[We are backstage in the Front Office. Levin stands alone. Then, the crowd boos are Adam Fierce enters the room.]

Rick: There's that bastard now.

Levin: Adam, I really wish you'd listen to me rather than Vincent.

Fierce: Why. So the IWA can grow "naturally" at a turtles pace? Aaron, I'm here to help this place. And while I do appreciate what you have to offer to this trio, I know exactly what I'm doing.

Levin: Adam, you might have broken the Boog-man in half days before his TV title match! Is that fair?

Fierce: In the big picture, it's fair. Boog needs to understand that WE are the bosses. You too, Aaron. When was the last time Boog has shown respect for this team?

Levin: With the way Mike has treated him, and now you, I wouldn't have respect either.

Fierce: What's done is done. Now, if Boog is smart he'll accept this as defeat.

[Fierce browses the office.]

Fierce: Where's Vincent?

Levin: He left awhile ago to meet up with Darrel.

Fierce: At the hospital?

Levin: Yes. We're gonna have a live feed anytime.

Fierce: Ah. Rush just ain't the same without Darrel Besolve.

[Cut back to ringside with Rick and Eddie.]

Rick: Did you hear that? We're gonna get a live feed with Darrel Besolve later on!

Eddie: Sweet!

Rick: I'm very anxious to hear what Darrel has to say about all this crap that has been going on.

Eddie: I just can't wait 'til Wrestling Classic when Besolve wins the World title... WOOO!

Rick: OK fans. It's now time to crown the new IWA Cruiserweight champion.

Eddie: This sucks! We finally had a good champion! But now, we're stuck with either Shoink or that fool Burke!

Rick: Super Shoink and Adam Burke both are former IWA Cruiserweight champions. Who will become a two-time Cruiserweight champ? Let's find out!

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

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

(Blue fireworks blast and the lights fade up to reveal �The Tiger� Adam Burke on the entrance ramp. With Brandy by his side, Adam has no title around his waist, nor is Brandy with him.)

Rick: Brandy isn't with him tonight.

Eddie: C'mon Vincent, stop repeating yourself!

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

Rick: I'd talk about how good this match would be, and stuff, but no one's reading anyway.

Eddie: Probably not. I'm sure Burke and Shoink are, though.

Rick: Why? They already know the outcome.

Eddie: True, true.

[WOOOHOOO!]

[For those of you who don't know, that's "Song 2" by Blur. And that sparks the entrance of the former IWA Cruiserweight champion, Super Shoink. Shoink heads down the aisle, garnishing cheers along the way.]

Rick: Two good friends in this battle. Ooh... I'm excited.

Eddie: Tonight, we find out who's the biggest goofball of the two.

[Shoink enters the ring, ready to fight his friend, as is Burke. Despite this, Shoink extends his hand, and smiles at his friend. Burke shakes it, gives him a thumbs up, and the bell rings.]

DING DING DING

[Adam Burke and Super Shoink circle, before Burke lays into Shoink with fists, and maneuvers him into the turnbuckle.]

Rick: Burke places Shoink on the turnbuckle and executes a front-layout superplex. He covers�one�two�no!

Eddie: I really don�t know who to root for here. Idiot, or idiots friend. It�s a tough decision for a grizzled commentator like me.

Rick: Impartial Eddie. Be impartial. *Sigh.* Shoink picks Burke up, and whips him across the ropes, slides under him, grabs his neck, and sends his head crashing to the mat below.

[Burke slowly stands up, and rakes his fingers across Shoink's back. Shoink cringes in pain, and spins hitting a spinning leg lariat on Burke, promptly sending him to the mat. Shoinkster covers.]

Eddie: One�two�no! Burke kicks out, and both Shoink and Burke stand up. Shoink elbow smashes Burke in the nose. Oooof.

Rick: Burke executes a headlock takedown. Burke stomps Shoink. Shoink gets hit with the shooting star press from Burke. The Ref makes the count�one�two�Shoink kicks out. These two pals aren�t holding anything back against each other.

Eddie: I crave the blood of friends! Burke should have known better than to try for a shooting star press at this point in the match. Bwah!

Rick: �

Eddie: Bwah!

Rick: �

[Shoink is back on his feet. "The Tiger" Burke punches Super Shoink, who doesn�t go down. Rights, lefts, Burke and Shoink unleash on each other, until finally Adam Burke tackles Shoink. Burke rolls onto Shoink connecting with a knee.]

Rick: Quite the exchange of moves, and it�s still going! Shoink gets back to his feet, and dropkicks Burke to the knee. Shoink with head scissors, but Burke is fighting it, The Ref is checking for the submission, but Burke manages to send Shoinkster to his feet! Burke gets up. Shoink gets caught with an elbow smash to the face. Shoink tries to stand, but gets caught and dropped with the fireman's carry by Burke! Woooo! These two just don�t let up!

Eddie: Shoink takes a fireman's carry.

Rick: Thanks for chiming in with that oh-so-insightful commentary Eddie.

Eddie: Hey, I gotta earn my pay.

[Burke whips Shoink into the ropes, but Shoink reverses. Burke comes running back, but jumps over Shoink, runs behind him, and drop kicks Super Shoink to the back. Burke covers.]

Rick: One�two�oh! Each two count just gets closer and closer to three! Shoink gets thrown into the turnbuckle, so Burke comes at him and drills him with the splash! Shoink gets knocked on the ground and Burke flips onto him, Burke moves back to his feet, and ever so slowly, Shoink stands up. DDT by Shoink, who punches Burke in the head.

Eddie: Shoink moves back to his feet, lifts up his opponent, and Burke gets thrown into the turnbuckle. Shoink rears back the head of Burke and smashes it into the top turnbuckle.

Rick: Now-

Eddie: How�s that for commentating eh?

Rick: Nice Eddie. Nice. Anyway, Burke is down, and we just happen to have a cover happening. One�two�NO! NO! NO! I don�t know how much more Burke can take, but he just kicked out of Super Shoink�s pin.

[Adam Burke with a right under the chin of Super Shoink, followed by a hard jab to the side of his face. The Tiger climbs the turnbuckle, and he waits for Shoink to stand.]

Rick: Burke waiting for his friend and ally to stand. This match is important for both men on so many levels. Shoink uses the ropes, climbs to his feet�

Eddie: So Burke dives from the second turnbuckle, shoulder blocking Shoink! Burke grabs Shoink's head and DDT's him on the mat! Whadda pal! Rick: Nice DDT by Burke, and besides, all�s fair in between these ropes Eddie.

[Burke gets back to his feet, climbs the ropes once again, and nails Shoink with 450 splash.]

Eddie: One�two�three! Shoink tries to kick out, but this is over!

Rick: NO! NO! NO! The ref is waving TWO fingers in the air, he says Shoink got his shoulder up just in time!

Eddie: Wha? Ack.

Rick: Shoink climbs to his feet, now Burke is standing as well. Burke and Shoink move back into the center of the ring, and lock up. Burke shoves Shoink to the mat, and drops an elbow on him. Burke with a falling splash on Shoink. Burke gets up...Shoink gets back to his feet�Burke�s rearing back�THE TIGER�S CLAW! Shoink looks to be out cold! Adam covers, the ref drops to the mat,

ONE�TWO�THREE! THIS IS OVER!

Eddie: Burke wins! Cruiserweight champeeen of the world! Or at least the IWA.

[The Referee moves to present Burke with the cruiserweight title, but Shoink takes it from him, and rolls into the ring.]

Rick: What could be going on here?

Eddie: Shoink's a jerk! I knew it!

[Shoink presents Burke with the cruiserweight title personally, and raises his hand in victory.]

Rick: Those two are true friends, and really good sports.

Eddie: ...bwah.

Rick: *Sigh.*

[Cut.]

[Fade in to the lonely hospital bed that has confined the IWA�s top star for several days. Memories from the heinous attack that was allowed to happen in the OWC still linger as we get our first shot of �The Future�. Darrel Besolve is standing in front of a full length mirror, attached to the door. He wears brand new black Nike shoes, with high tops and a white swoosh. Over his black socks is a pair of onyx Levi jeans. Crimson locks in perfect shape upon his head, his face is freshly shaven. Wincing ever so slightly, he buttons up his charcoal silk shirt. The darkness of his outfit is in stark contrast to the radiant, white bandages that still adorn his body.]

[It hurt to move his upper body at all�the cut along his chest was deep enough to create pain at even the slightest motion. As bad as that may seem, his shoulder was worse. Injury takes an athlete back to a point in which he doesn�t want to return. When Darrel broke his collar bone and shoulder in an auto accident it had taken several months to recover. Recovery didn�t fix the problem; there is always a hidden fear that you may re-injure this exposed, weakened area. If Knight had wanted to make this worse than it already was�he had succeeded. The Future looked pissed off something royal as he snapped the last button of his shirt.]

[An unexpected image reflects in the mirror behind him, it is IWA president Mike Vincent. He wears a fancy, blue sweater and a pair of black slacks, which, I suppose, is dressed up for him. He shakes his head.]

Vincent: This is such bullshit, Darrel. You could shut those bastards down for what they did. Do you know how close I came to losing the IWA after the Tanis-Venom incident? And at least that was an accident.

Darrel: Some undisclosed monetary sum will not be proper retribution and you should recognize that.

[The Boy Wonder turns to look at his boss with a furious look in his eyes.]

Darrel: From here�

[He touches the top of his torso.]

Darrel: To here�

[He moves down across his heart and touches near his midsection.]

Darrel: He cut me. Even with the best care in the world, do you think that isn�t going to scar? Every time I look in the mirror I will be able to remember this shit. With that in mind, does a lawsuit sound like the best course of action?

Vincent: What, exactly, are you proposing here? We can�t find ourselves a sharpened chair leg and go on a vigilante mission, Champ. They should have to pay�

[Besolve cuts him off.]

Darrel: You�re damn right that they are going to pay, just not in dollars. Adam left the IWA with the NeWA World Title to go play in Ohio, but then he decided to take me�the top IWA Superstar�out too. I was stupid to chase him all the way to Ohio, but I had a reason.

Vincent: I still don�t understand how you want to try to get back at them.

Darrel: WE run the IWA. You�re the boss; I�m the muscle, so let�s give them a good reason to chase us all the way to Canada, eh?

[The President�s eyes light up and he smiles.]

Vincent: I knew there was a reason I kept you on payroll, you jackass.

Darrel: (Smirk) Whatever. Looks like I am going to have to go make some new enemies�

[The Future opens the hospital door and soon after, he and the boss exit the room. The scene fades to black.]

(We return to ringside, to find the ring ropes wrapped in barbwire. The psychotic blood-thirsty fans are hooting and hollering.)

Rick: The barbwire is set up and it's main event time, folks!

Eddie: Man, I love it when the Extreme title is in the main event! Especially in a barbwire match! Oooh! I mean, what Bell, and pretty much all his opponents have done in terms of bodily harm to themselves... it's just plain insane!

Rick: That's very true, Eddie. These guys deserve this spot. Hurley, for one, is being groomed for this spot if you ask me. In my opinion, Evan will be featured in a lot more main events in the future.

Eddie: Yeah, but you're seldomly right.

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

[BOOM!]

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

V/O Evan: Every Day . . .

(Through the thick smoke from the pyro we see the silhouette of a stocky powerfully built figure begin to emerge. Clad in a pair of glossy black tights and tall dark boots we see "Every Day" Evan Hurley emerge from the entranceway. Evan and makes his way to the ring. He slides under the ring carefully. Evan lets out a deep breath as he looks out at the barbwire.)

Rick: Evan's definitely worried about this one.

Eddie: Because he's human, Rick.

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

Eddie: Man, Bell's entrance has to cost a fortune! How does it get so cold so fast??

Rick: Powerful, powerful fans?

[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, or maybe you do expect it this time......]

[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 limp his way towards the ring and he stops just short of the ringsteps where he notices the barbwire. He tests it's sharpness.]

Rick: I fear for these men, Eddie. It's only four days until these guys both participate in HUGE matches!

Eddie: It's for our entertainment, damn it! Leave it be!

[Bell enters the ring. The Extreme title is handed away and Bell stands across from Hurley.]

Rick: This match has huge implications, but you gotta know they both want to keep this as civil as possible.

Eddie: It's a Bell/Hurley hardcore match, Rick. Civil ain't gonna be a word used often to describe this affair.

Eddie: Toucher.

(Then . . . )

THE BELL SOUNDS!

Rick: And this one is under way! (Bell tries for a lockup, but Hurley just boots him in the gut. Hurley now tries to shove Bell into the ropes, but The Natural falls to his feet to avoid the barbwire. Evan begins stomping on Bell, who despite the kicks, rises to his feet. Bell blocks a right and stuns Hurley. He hits an atomic drop and clotheslines Hurley down. But Evan is quick to get back up. Bell with an Irish whip and Hurley stops short of the ropes. Bell comes charging from behind, but Hurley sees him coming and quickly rolls him up into a half-crap.)

Rick: What a beautiful counter from "Everyday"!

(Bell begins reaching for the ropes. He's just about got a hand on the bottom rope, when his eyes light up.)

Rick: His instincts told him to reach the ropes, but it's a good thing he didn't.

Eddie: That would be a little painful, I reckon.

(Bell retracts. He does a weird rolling combination and ends up on his back, where he simply kicks Hurley in the face to get him to release the hold.)

Eddie: Ooh. How effective.

(Both men back up now, and they lock up in the center of the ring. Hurley with a go-behind, and he tries for a German suplex. But Bell counters with elbows to the side of the head. Then, Bell grabs a handful of Hurley's hair and throws him back first into the barbed wire ring ropes as the crowd "OOH"s.)

Eddie: Hurley into the barbed wire!

Rick: Man, that is going to leave a mark as the Extreme Champion is looking to get the juices flowing.

(Hurley pulls himself away from the barbwire and walks himself right into a Somoan drop, landing him square on his back. Bell now rolls out of the ring. Walking around ringside, he grabs the steel steps and throws them in the ring. Bell now reaches underneath and grabs his box of florescent lights, setting this in the corner of the ring. He slides back in with a steel chair.)

Eddie: Bell's loadin' up with goodies. I like that!

(Suddenly...)

CLANK!

Rick: Bell took too long outside the ring and paid for it as Hurley kicks the chair into his face.

Eddie: Now Hurley is out to cause some damage.

Rick: They both want to end this thing quickly, that's for sure.

(Hurley uses the opportunity, grabbing Bell's arm and whipping him into the barbwire. Bell screams as the points dig into his skin.)

Eddie: Oh freakin' hell, that must hurt!

(Bell pulls himself away. Hurley lunges at his opponent, but Bell drops down quickly. As a result, Evan throws himself into the barbwire, inflicting more wounds upon himself.)

Rick: Costly error from Hurley there. And Bell looks to capitalize with a right kick. But Evan catches the foot! He spins Bell around and PLANTS him with a thunderous clothesline!

Eddie: I'll give Hurley props for countering thost fast kicks from Bell.

(The Natural climbs himself to his feet. He turns to Evan, who locks his arms around Bell's waist. Hurley then tosses Bell in the air, and crashing against the ring steps. Hurley sees that Bell is hurt, and decides to climb to the top rope.)

Rick: Risky venture, this is.

Eddie: With the barbwire ropes... are you kidding me??

(Hurley measures up, and turns backwards. Meanwhile, Bell is reaching into the box of lights.)

Rick: This could be ugly...

Eddie: You're tellin' me.

(Hurley leaps off with a huge moonsault, but Bell rolls out of the way.)

SMASH!

Eddie: Holy toledo! Bell just broke that light against Hurley's face on the way down!

Rick: That was repulsive!

(Bell is quick to make the cover.)

ONE!
TWO!
No!

(Bell rolls out of the ring. He searches underneath the ring, and finally finds what he's looking for.)

Rick: Mike Bell pulls out a table from under the ring.

Eddie: Evan's getting back up, though. Bell going to the outside might cost him again.

(Bell slides the table in the ring. He climbs on the apron just in time for Evan to leap over the top barbwired rope, and tackling The Natural to the outside.)

Rick: Amazing ability!

Eddie: Hurley never shies from the skies. That's one good thing about this kid.

(Both men took a bad spill, but Bell clearly got the worse. Hurley is up first, and he slides Bell in the ring, following closely behind.)

Eddie: Hurley wants to play in the ring. Guess he likes the danger, eh?

Rick: I suppose.

(Bell gets up and swings with a wild right. Hurley ducks it and drops Bell with a death-valley-driver on the mat. Hurley now grabs the table and lays it diagonally across the mid ropes. He grabs Bell and pulls him up back. Hurley goes for a side-Russian legsweep but it's blocked, and Bell shoves Hurley aside. Evan comes charging back, but it's taken down with a drop-toe-hold.)

WHACK!

Eddie: Hurley's face just bounced off those ringsteps! That's gotta hoit!

(Bell now shrugs off all the pain he's feeling and grabs Evan by the hair. He stuff's Evan's head under his arm and lifts him high in the air. But Evan carries through and lands on his feet. He grabs Bell around his waist from behind and throws him in the air with a release-German suplex.)

CRRAAASH!!

Rick: OH MY GOD!! HURLEY JUST SENT BELL THROUGH THAT TABLE!

Eddie: And now Bell is stuck between the second and third ropes!

(A shot of Bell, dangling off the ropes, wedged in by pieces of the table. Blood trickling down several parts of his body as he lays nearly unconscious. The crowd begins the mandatory "HOLY SHIT" chant.)

Eddie: Rick, Bell is gotta be in SO much pain, right now.

Rick: No freaking doubt about that.

(Then, Hurley grabs Bell and YANKS him free, cutting him up so more.)

Rick: That definitely didn't help!

(Hurley now grabs Bell and begins dragging his face against the bottom barbwired rope.)

Rick: Oh, that's just disgusting! Don't do that!

Eddie: (wide-eyed) I'm in heaven!

(Hurley finally relinquishes, and Bell is left with a bloody face. He turns around and is planted with a DDT. Now, Evan points upwards.)

Rick: Hurley's going up top, it seems!

Eddie: He could maybe end it with the Violent Act.

(Hurley carefully climbs to the top rope, making very sure not to stab himself. Then, as he is up top, he turns to face his opponent only to see him standing on his feet with a steel chair in his hands.)

Eddie: Bell is up! How'd he freaking get up from that?

Rick: I don't know, but Evan's in trouble now...

(And with one swift swing of the chair, Bell rattles the ropes. Hurley loses his balance, and crotches himself. BARBWIRE PEOPLE!!!)

Eddie: GAH!!!

Rick: OH NO! THAT'S AWFUL!

(The crowd is in absolute shock/terror as Hurley displays a look of total and utter pain, hanging on the top rope.)

Rick: Eddie... I think I've seen too much violence for one night...

Eddie: My testicules hurt.

Rick: They sure do.

(Bell now ceases the opportunity. He sets the box of lights in the middle of the ring and begins climbing the same corner. He nearly falls off, being unbalanced.)

Rick: Bell is still very much healing from that battle with Chris Mann at Wrestle Wars 3, and he has lost a lot of blood in this match... I don't know if he's gonna have anything left for Sunday! Look at him try to climb.

(Bell staggers back down. Shaking it off, he begins climbing again.)

Eddie: C'mon, Bell! You can do it!

(Finally reaching the top successfully, Bell hoists Hurley into a standing suplex position.)

Rick: HERE WE GO . . .

(Then, Bell falls back, shifting in mid-air to grab Hurley in a diamond cutter. This causes Hurley's neck to come down over the top rope and catapulting Evan into the middle of the ring and into the box of flourescent light bulbs.)

Rick: MY GOD....DID YOU SEE THAT?!?!?

Eddie: Hurley landed in that box with those light bulbs!!

Rick: What a devastating version of the Natural Disaster that was!

Eddie: But, Bell is nearly out, Rick! He can't make the cover!

(Indeed, Bell is struggling to crawl over to Hurley. Slowly, slowly, he crawls. Then, he finally drapes an arm over his fallen opponent.)

Rick: It's over! Please God, let this be over! Spare these men!

ONE!

(. . .)

TWO!

(. . .)

THREE!

(. . .)

KICKOUT!!!

Eddie: HURLEY KICKED THE GO(beep)MN MOTHERF(beep)K OUT!!!

Rick: Wow! Just... Wow!

(Everyone in the arena is in shock, especially the ref. Bell and Hurley lay still on the ground. Then, the crowd starts booing.)

Rick: Oh no! We've got company!

Eddie: It's the IWA Tag champs, The Hardcore Contingent!

(Barcode comes first, with Riggs running shortly after him. The two men slide in the ring.)

Rick: Oh no... this is not what we need!

Eddie: I'm scared for the lives of the two men in this match.

(Bell pulls himself to his feet, with Barcode poised to attack. Then, he does, but Bell is somehow aware enough to avoid the attack. Then, he lunges at Barcode, spearing him down. Bell begins firing in shots as the crowd is going insane.)

Rick: Bell's fighting back!

(Then, Riggs picks him up and slams the back of his head onto the steel chair.)

Rick: I spoke too soon... And this is too much, folks. The ref is calling this match! Outside interference is NOT allowed in IWA matches, include hardcore rules matches!

DING DING DING!

Eddie: Damn! Can't we all just get along? I was enjoying this match!

(Barcode now gets back up, as Riggs tosses Bell at him. Barcode with a back-body drop, sends Bell high in the air to fall right on the top rope. Bell dangles then crumbles to the floor.)

Rick: Bell has nearly been torn to pieces!

(Now, Hurley has gotten to his feet. He stares across the ring. Fear in his eyes, as both Barcode and Riggs approach slowly.)

Eddie: I wonder why the Goofballs haven't showed up to make the save...

[We then cut to the back locker room area. We are in front of a door reading "Adam Burke - Evan Hurley - Super Shoink". The door has been chained shut. Burke's voice is heard from the other side of the door, as it rattles from being pounded on.]

Burke: OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! SOMEONE OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!

(Cut back to the ring, where Hurley just saw his locked friends on the big screen. He is worried, to say the least.)

Rick: Oh no! Barcode and Riggs have Hurley trapped! He has to get out of there!

(Hurley makes an attempt to save himself, grabbing the steel chair on the ground. Riggs and Barcode run in to stop him.)

SMACK!

Rick: Hurley just layed out Steve Riggs!

Eddie: But Barcode clubs Hurley down from behind! And look at him stomp away, furiously!

(The crowd boos frantically. Barcode brings Hurley up, and with his Twist of Fate, he drops Evan face-first into the steel steps.)

Rick: This is ugly! We need security out here!

(Riggs is now back up. He and Barcode grab Evan and whip him backfirst into the barbwire. Hurley screams in pain. Then, Barcode and Riggs twist his feet between the ropes, and tie up his hands by folding the top two ropes. Hurley is now trapped, while little shards of steel dig into his body.)

Rick: Where the hell is security??

(Barcode grabs the steel chair as Riggs exits the ring. One swing later...)

SMACK!

(And Hurley is knocked unconscious.)

Rick: Barcode just nailed Hurley DEAD in the face with that chair! There's just nowhere for Hurley to go there!

(Riggs slides back in with Bell's Extreme title. He hands it to Barcode, who carefully mounts one of the corners. The crowd boos loudly as Mike Barcode holds the IWA Extreme title in the air. Now, a dozen or so security members come jogging down the ring.)

Rick: It's about time! End this madness!

Eddie: Mike Barcode and Steve Riggs are sending a message, Rick! The Hardcore Contingent wanna take over the Extreme division!

(The security guys all enter the ring. Barcode and Riggs wisely scatter off. They leap into the audience and run away, the deeds having been done. The security quickly release Hurley, who tumbles to the mat. Blood is all too common in this picture. Then, a shot of Bell, and he is no better off.)

Rick: This place is becoming a madhouse!

(With that, the copyright laws roll, and we fade to the IWA logo.)

(The end.)

Credits:

Jeckel vs. Boog - Mike Bell
Burke vs. Shoink - Mike Barcode