(Then, the camera rests on the announce table with Rick Miller and Eddie Reagan, both casually dressed in casual clothes. Casually, Rick begins the show.)

Eddie: BOOYA!

(Hey! You're not Rick!)

Rick: Welcome to Rush, fans! We're back after a week off, allowing the wrestlers to rest from Wrestling Classic.

Eddie: Speaking of Wrestling Classic, I have to go to the bathroom.

Rick: Yeah, it was a... what? Ah, to hell with you. Wrestling Classic was an excellent event top to bottom, and if you missed it fans, I suggest you go and catch it as soon as you can. The NeWA is back on track in my views, and Wrestling Classic proved any doubts of that.

Eddie: It had some bright spots, and some dim spots.

Rick: To run down the IWA's involvement, Super Shoink upset the International champion, Jeckel, ending his impressive winning streak.

Eddie: OK, Shoink got lucky. He pulled that win straight the hell out his ass. Jeckel was mutilating him!

Rick: I admit, he snuck by on that one. But none the less, the "goofball" as you call him, is the man who finally beat the unbeatable Jeckel.

Eddie: Rub it in, why dontcha.

Rick: Believe me, I plan on it. Also at Wrestling Classic, we saw quite the swerve as Black Zack Andrews was entered into the Boog-man/Blade TV title match, and actually won the frickin' thing!

Eddie: I told ya, Rick. Boog-man is nothin'. Nothin'.

Rick: Yeah, I believe you. You, the guy who got this job out of pity.

Eddie: Hey! Vincent never said that!

Rick: Not on camera, anyway.

Eddie: You bastard!

Rick: In a spectacular visual match, Tyler Lee become a 2-time NeWA Hardcore champ when he upped his opponents, Archangel and IWA's Extreme champion, Mike Bell.

Eddie: It was a travesty! A travesty, I tells ya!

Rick: Eddie's referring to how Terrance Harris from the BWA screwed Mike Bell out of the chance at the belt.

Eddie: A travesty!

[Suddenly, a light humming sound is heard as the lights dim down and a very chilling breeze totally engulfs the arena.]

Rick: And it looks like Mike Bell is on his way to the ring! We'll finish briefing Wrestling Classic later, folks.

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

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

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

[BONG]

[BONG]

[BONG]

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

[BONG]

[BONG]

[Then you hear a voice]

voice: For whom the bell tolls

[BOOM]

[BOOM]

[ZIP]

[ZIP]

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

Eddie: As sure as there's hair on my ass, you can bet Bell's gonna be an angry man tonight.

[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 attire of blue jeans, cowboy boots and a black and white t-shirt that has a picture of Terrence Harris on it and the picture is in the middle of two crosshairs. His long hair is pulled back into a pony tail and his IWA Extreme Title is over his shoulder. He then begins to make his way towards the ring as he has a very mad look on his face. He stops just short of the ringsteps when he notices that a laser light has formed in the middle of the ring and it begins to rotate the words "The Natural" in a counter clockwise direction. He slides into the ring and drops the Extreme Title at his feet while he yanks out a house mic.]

Bell: You know something.

[He stands there in silence for a couple of moments]

Bell: There should be a law against ignorant people reproducing in this world because had there been one then I wouldn't have gotten robbed the other night at Wrestle Classic by the dumbest son of a bitch on the face of the planet.

[He stares at the camera]

Bell: Yea, I am talking about that little retard Terrence Harris

[It is evident that Mike Bell is NOT in a good mood]

Bell: You see, I had it all going my way. I had it going the IWA way and just as I was about to take it way past the limit that ANYONE would be willing to go...

[He pauses as he lets the anger begin to swell up inside of him]

Bell: Out from the back comes that little coward, that little Mike Bell wannabee, that "god I wish I was someone" little peon Terrence Harris to jump me from behind and cost me my destiny to become the NWA World Hardcore Champion.

[The look on the face of Mike Bell is unmistakable. The last time that he had this look on his face, someone paid a terrible price]

Bell: You know what your problem is Terrence Harris?

[He walks up and leans on the top rope]

Bell: Your a little man Harris. Nothing more and nothing less. One should never trust a little man like you because it means that your brains are too close to your ass. [He emphasises the word ass]

Eddie: You tell him, Mike!

Bell: You wanted to wait until Wrestle Classic to come down and get a piece of ME? You wanted to wait until I was deep into my match with Tyler Lee and ArchAngel to come down and jump me from behind?

[He begins to pace the ring]

Bell: What is the matter Harris? You too chicken shit to come face me man to man? Is it the problem that you have no testicular fortitude to step into the ring with a REAL MAN to show what you got? You know, our careers have parralleled in this business now for almost 4 years and you want to know something?

[He stops pacing]

Bell: You STILL aren't worth shit. You weren't worth shit when I first saw you in the "Indy's" and your not shit now. Let's face it Terrence, the only reason why you jumped me in the manner that you did was because you knew of the one fed rule that the NWA has had implemented and you knew that I wasn't going to leave IWA. You can sit back there in BWA, now in the Bayou State and not have to worry about facing me in the ring. Well Terrence, your big mistake was not getting the job done because I am going to petition the NWA to see what my options are because you my friend are going to get what you have coming to you.

[He gets a huge smile on his face]

Bell: You got that right Terrence. Either sanctioned or unsanctioned...it doesn't matter to me. You see, I have a casino down in Louisiana. I am down there constantly, and there is NO RULE in the damn books that states that I can't have a week off, hop a flight from either here in Canada or from my home in Dallas, Texas to fly down there to the Cajun State to whip your god damned ass.

[He nods his head]

Bell: Oh yes Terrence. Don't think for one second that it ended that night at Wrestle Classic. You should know by now that when I lock in on a target, I don't stop until the mission is completed. I don't stop until the target is taken out, ask Byron Tanis what I mean by that.

[He goes back to pacing once again]

Bell: So you see Terrence, it doesn't mean if I see you coming out of your dressing room, in the men's room, women's room, the concession stand, pumping gas, taking a piss, a shit, confessing your sins to a priest....

[He stops just long enough to drape the Extreme Title over his shoulder]

Bell: It won't fucking matter because now I am going to show you just what the big difference between a wannabee performer like you is and a top notch star like me is. I am going to torture you down to the very core of your being. I am going to rock the wrestling world to its very foundation in every effort to eliminate you for what you stole from me at Wrestle Classic.

[He points at the front plate of the Extreme Title]

Bell: Everything that I have done leading up to tonight in the IWA, NWA, LCW, WCCW, WFWA, MIWF, and every fucking point in between isn't going to mean squat to me Terrence. I am going to make every accomplishment in my career absolete as I take everything to higher standards in the beatdown of your ass Terrence.

[The camera zooms in tight on his face]

Bell: You wanted to play with fire Terrence? You wanted to try to relive some old glories that was too few and too far in between to even be significant?

[pause]

Bell: Terrence, do you know what happens to people when they stand in the middle of the road? They get their asses ran over

[Mike Bell sneers]

Bell: Prepare to get run over Terrence

[He throws down the mic and exits the ring.]

Eddie: Terrance Harris is a dead man walking!

Rick: Welcome back to Rush, brought to you by the good people at "We-Sell-Slaves.com."

Eddie: Truly wonderful people, they are.

Rick: That's a joke, people.

Eddie: Yeah, they got it, Rick.

Rick: OK fans, we're being told that we have to head to our first match so we don't fall behind here.

Eddie: Which match?

Rick: We've got The Boog-man versus Simon Benson, Eddie.

Eddie: All I can say is, GO BENSON!

Rick: Both these men are coming off big losses at Wrestling Classic. Boog-man, with that TV title match loss to Black Zack Andrews that we talked about earlier, and Simon Benson who was beaten in the third fall of his BWA Heavyweight title match against Paul Blake.

Eddie: What a big win that would have been. It ain't no IWA title - GO BESOLVE - but it would surely haved skyrocketed his career.

Rick: Unfortunately for him, Blake was able to edge him out.

(Lights fade. Simon Says by Drain STH begins to play over the speakers. Simon along with Sarah appear at the entry way.)

Rick: Simon claims he has had some coaching to prepare for his match against Boog-Man, I wonder who it is? All we know is Boog lost a championship belt at an IWA Pay Per View.

Eddie: One thing I like about Simon he could be saying that to get Boog-Man scared. Maybe Simon got some tips from Darrel Besolve?

(The happy couple confideltly make their way down to the ring with a mixed reaction from the crowd. When they get in the ring, Simon motions for the mic, and one is given to him.)

Simon: Ever since I started pro-wrestling I owe a special thanks to somebody that got me started in this wonderful sport. One man that I have admired and looked up to my entire life. So, let me introduce to you all, my coach, and the man that beat Boog-Man for the IWA Northern title Wintermeltdown 2000, my brother, Dan Benson!!

(Cocky by Kid Rock begins to play over the speakers. The crowd erupts to the anouncement made by Simon. In the entrance stands a tall well-built man with long blonde hair. His clothing concists of a bright white suit.)

Rick: Ohh my, I can't believe Dan has returned to the IWA! I saw him at Wrestling Classic, but wasn't expecting him here tonight!

Eddie: I knew it, I knew it all along. This is going to be great!

(Dan makes his way into the ring, then gives his brother Simon a big hug. Simon then hands the mic over to Dan.)

Eddie: Ahh, brotherly love.

Dan: At long last, I have returned to the IWA. To some of you this may have been expected, to others maybe not. I have returned to this company for a couple of reasons. One is to team up with my kid brother here and hurt people, the other to win the IWA heavyweight title! Enough about my plans. Simon, take that good for nothing Boog-Man out.

(Dan holds the ropes as he and Sarah leave the ring.)

SPOILERS

- With Simon bringing ring-vet, Dan Benson to the ring, the odds definitely seem in Simon's corner. The match itself is fast-faced, both guys trying to get the job done as quick as possible. Boog controls the majority of the match with a combination of power attacks and arial offense. Simon gets frustrated and tries to lure Dan in for a sneak attack, which Dan refuses. But after more hassling from little brother Simon, Dan Benson gets involved. But the interference backfires, and Boog-man scores the roll-up for the victory. -

- After the match when Boog leaves, Simon and Dan begin arguing about what just took place. When all hell seems about to break lose, they patch up and embrace to a mixture of cheers and jeers from Hamilton. -

Rick: We're back, an . . .

[We cut backstage.]

Rick: Alright, cut me off why dontcha.

Eddie: Forget it, Rick. There's THC!

[Steve Riggs and Mike Barcode are in their dressing room, preparing for their match or what have you. IWA Tag Titles draped over their shoulders.]

Barcode: Steve, tonight will be great. Adam Burke and Evan Hurley are in dire need of the salvation only the joys of insanity can bring. Tonight, we will show the world why we rule the tag team division.

Riggs: Burke and Hurley will indeed feel the joys. They do not know what's best for them. We do. And it is the only way. Then after tonight, you, Mike Barcode, will capture the IWA Extreme title from Mike Bell. You will bring more joys to our insanity. And then, I will capture the Cruiserweight title. All will be grand, indeed.

Rick: What's this nut talking about?

Eddie: I don't know... but it's cool!

[Suddenly, Adam Burke and Evan Hurley storm in the dressing room. Riggs and Barcode quickly stand in their way as the crowd pops their arival.]

Rick: Burke and Hurley! What do they want?

[Barcode is smiling happily.]

Barcode: Hi guys.

[Hurley is disgusted. He gets right in Mike's face.]

Hurley: We've come to ask a little favor from you boys.

[Riggs tries to get in Hurley's face, responding to Evan's approach. Burke responds to this by getting in his face. Then, they simply stare into each others' eyes, back and forth, until Riggs asked the question.]

Riggs: And what's that?

[Burke pats the tag title on Riggs' shoulder.]

Burke: Shine them up real nice for us, will ya?

Rick: Ha!

[Burke and Hurley are all smiles as the crowd cheers. They turn around and head to the exit as two distressed looking tag champs are about to jump them from behind with those very same belts. But, a fifth figure enters through the doorway, carrying a nice looking baseball bat.]

Shoink: I wouldn't do that if I were you boys.

[Again the crowd cheers as Hurley, Shoink, and Burke play the numbers game real well. Hurley and Burke are out of sight. Shoink has a final few words before leaving.]

Shoink: Save it for the ring. You're gonna need all the energy you can get to beat my boys.

[Cut back to ringside.]

Eddie: Who the hell do they think they are, anyway?

Rick: Well, the trio are calling themselves the triad now. So, I guess they think they are the Triad members.

Eddie: How clever of them. Personally, I'm sick of them three. Barcode and Riggs are gonna lay waste to them tonight!

Rick: Ok fans, it's time for our next match.

Eddie: Can I take a piss first?

Rick: What?? No! Damn, Eddie. You're so annoying.

Eddie: I'm quite aware of that. But I have to take a piss!

Rick: Wait 'til break, you dumbass!

Eddie: Ah jeez. If I go, it's on your head . . . literally.

(Rick looks sickened.)

Rick: Damn, Eddie. You're a sick one, you know that?

Eddie: I do indeed.

Rick: Anyway, "The Ice Man" Marc Vaughn, fresh off his huge upset over the likes of Diablo and Spark, will battle IWA International Champion, Jeckel.

Eddie: Feed him to the pigs! Vaughn, that is. That's pretty much what this is, anyway. The Ice Man being fed to an animal. Not so much a pig. Not really an animal at all, but an angry, violent, nearly-indestructable being...

Rick: . . .

Eddie: Lets just go to the ring.

Rick: Good.

[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: How do you know it's cold?

Rick: Huh?

Eddie: Nevermind.

[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

#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, as he marches to the beat of Godsmack.]

Rick: What a HUGE opportunity this is for him. In only his second match, none-the-less.

[ 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: Jeckel rules!

(Suddenly, Jeckel is suplexed down by Marc Vaughn. Vaughn pounds on Jeckel as the bell sounds.)

DING DING DING!

Rick: It looks like Vaughn did his homework. I think he was expecting this entrance.

Eddie: Don't matter, Rick.

(Jeckel powers to his feet. The bigger man, Vaughn, pounds him back to his knees, but Jeckel rolls him over his back to the mat.)

Eddie: See?

(Both men back up. Jeckel with a forearm that stuns the big Vaughn, and he tosses him in the ropes. The Ice Man powers back and tries to run through his opponent, but Jeckel takes him down with a drop-toe-hold. Vaughn is quickly up, and misses with a right. Jeckel from behind goes for a suplex, but Vaughn elbows his in the side of the head. He spins around, reversing the hold, and Vaughn drops Jeckel on his head with a vicious suplex.)

Eddie: Oh damn! That was a hard suplex!

Rick: Was it ever.

(Jeckel gets up slowly after this one. Vaughn is pumped up from his sudden success in this match. He takes Jeckel and knees him in the face repeatedly until Jeckel falls on his back. Vaughn wastes no time aiding Jeckel to his feet, only to whip him in the corner. The Ice Man charges and connects with a big splash.)

Rick: That's a 6'8" frame crashing into Jeckel!

Eddie: What's happening?? Jeckel is losing!

(Vaughn moves aside as Jeckel walks out of the corner, trying to shrug off his recent attacks. This leaves him wide open for a neckbreaker from Vaughn.)

Eddie: What is going on? Jeckel! Get him!

Rick: Vaughn showed us on the last Rush that he can wrestle. It might have been his first match, but he earned this International title shot, so you have to expect him to be good, Eddie.

Eddie: But it's Jeckel!

(Vaughn pulls Jeckel up, scooping him in his arms. Vaughn walks around the ring showing his strength before slamming Jeckel in the center of the ring hard. Now, The Ice Man begins to climb to the top.)

Eddie: Oh no. This doesn't look good at all.

(Once atop, he looks to his opponent. Jeckel lays motionless, so he leaps off with a big splash.)

Rick: Jeckel moves!

Eddie: He was playing possum! I knew it!

(Jeckel is back up instantly. Vaughn staggers up and falls victim to a mean looking reverse DDT. Jeckel quickly pulls Vaughn up and whips him in the corner, following very closely behind with a splash. Vaughn is then lifted in the air, and a powerful spinebuster takes him down.)

Rick: Jeckel is right back on top here.

(Jeckel doesn't go for the cover. He instead stares down at Vaughn.)

Rick: Jeckel's just staring a hole through Vaughn... triumphantly... almost as if he's telling Vaughn why he's the International champion.

Eddie: Jeckel's got a stare like no other, that's for sure.

(Vaughn is now getting back to his feet. Jeckel meets him with a few forearm shots, but Vaughn fires back with a straight right sending Jeckel back several feet.)

Rick: Vaughn comes back with a huge right hand! The Ice Man shakes off the rest of the cobwebs... he bounces off the ropes for momentum... and leaps in the air with a flying forearm!

Eddie: But Jeckel ducks! He catches Vaughn, and drops him neckfirst on the ropes!

Rick: And suddenly, Jeckel is back in command.

(Vaughn staggers backwards into a full-nelson submission.)

Eddie: You weren't kidding, Rick! Vaughn might be done here!

(Suddenly, Jeckel throws the huge man over his body, slamming him head first onto the mats.)

Rick: What a full-nelson slam!

Eddie: AKA, The Moment of Clarity! That's Byron Tanis' old finisher! And Jeckel nailed it to perfection! Vaughn has to be done!

(But no cover. Jeckel has other plans. He rolls Vaughn onto his stomach. Jeckel locks his left arm between his legs. With his arms, Jeckel wrenches back on Vaughn's neck.)

Rick: The Crippler Crossface! This has got to be over!

(Vaughn is in obvious pain, by the position of his body. Jeckel wrenches back.)

Eddie: The Phoenix is gonna end it here!

Rick: But look at this... Vaughn is inching towards the ropes!

(He's almost there.)

Eddie: But Jeckel won't relent!

(Almost there...)

Rick: He got it! Jeckel has to break the hold.

(But he won't. The ref warns him.)

Eddie: What's he doing??

(One last warning... but he doesn't release the hold. And the ref calls for the bell.)

DING DING DING!

Eddie: What's he doing?

Rick: He just gave up the match!

(Jeckel is grinding his teeth as he makes Vaughn suffer. The ref continues to try to force him to break, but Jeckel is way too strong.)

Rick: C'mon, Jeckel, let him go!

(But he won't. Vaughn hold the ropes with one arm and taps frantically with the other.)

Eddie: He already lost... might as well hurt Vaughn severely for it.

(Finally, he releases the hold. Jeckel stands and stares down at his broken opponent. A final kick, then the lights go out.)

Eddie: What the...

(Four, maybe five seconds later, they return. Jeckel is gone.)

Rick: Just like that, Jeckel's gone.

Eddie: I think it's because of Super Shoink. He was to be so humiliating by that defeat that he doesn't know what to do.

Rick: Super Shoink is a great wrestler, Eddie! Losing to him is not an embarrassement! Damn it! But to some extent, I think you're right. I think this would happen no matter who he suffered his first loss to.

Eddie: I'll say "yes" just so you don't bug me anymore.

(Rick sighs.)

Rick: Whatever.

(Cut to the arena as "Enter Sandman" plays, signaling the arival of our President.)

Rick: We're back! And it's time for the announcement concerning the vacant IWA Cruiserweight title.

(Mike Vincent, dressed rather badly in green shirt with a silver mini license plate on the chest. It looks like it's from the '80s.)

Eddie: All bow down before the god!

Rick: Eddie, shut up!

Eddie: Pardon me? I'm appalled by that comment. Hmph!

(Vincent, receiving a large amount of boos, to which he ignores, comes marching to the ring. He climbs the steps and enters the ring where he is handed a mic by one of his servants or something. The crowd quiets because they get tired. Oh, and the music stops.)

Vincent: Twice now, Adam Burke wins the IWA Cruiserweight title only to lose it by becomming the World Cruiserweight champ.

(Pop.)

Vincent: That's right, cheer. The Tiger deserves it. The IWA is richer because of him. NeWA gold should be in the IWA where the greatest wrestlers of all-time make their homes!

(Another crowd pop.)

Vincent: From former World champs, WidowMaker, Byron Tanis, Christian Light, to guys like Dale Lewis, Ceasar Naissance, and Venom - god rest his soul ... guys who could have become World champs if only they hadn't been hampered by injuries. Fact is, the IWA is home to the best in the Alliance. Always has been, always will be.

(He pauses briefly.)

Vincent: Out of the many IWA wrestlers vying for an NeWA belt at Wrestling Classic, you, Adam Burke, were the only one to be successful. And I will remember that, be certain.

(The crowd cheers a little and then stops because they realize there wasn't really anything to cheer about. This happens quite often, really.)

Vincent: Now, seeing as how the NeWA World Cruiserweight title remains in the IWA, there was the question of our regional Cruiserweight title. Levin, Fierce and I, we sat around for hours discussing the possibilities. And we came to a few conclusions. Number one was, that fans love Cruiserweights.

(Another one of those crowd pops.)

Vincent: Number two, that fans love tournaments. And number three, that fans love seeing cross-promotional matches.

Rick: What's he gettin' at?

Vincent: Based on those startling facts...

Eddie: Startling?

Vincent: ...we've decided to hold an Alliance-wide Cruiserweight tournament in which all the alliance's best Cruiserweights will battle in a 4 round, 16-man tournament to crown the new IWA Cruiserweight champion.

(Crowd pop, they love this stuff.)

Rick: A cross-promotional cruiserweight tournament? I'm lovin' the sound of that.

Vincent: Basically, the tournament will commence on the next episode of Rush. The final match will take place at the next IWA Pay-per-view, entitled TBA, date TBA.

Eddie: Thanks for the info, Vince.

Vincent: Now, you guys are probably wondering, "what's he doing? What if someone out of the IWA wins the Cruiserweight title?"

(A pause, and a smile.)

Vincent: First off, that won't happen. The IWA is packed with World class cruiserweight talents like Super Shoink, Spark, Steve Riggs, etc. But, if by chance that does happen, then the outside champion will be allowed to strut around his home fed with the title, and will be contractually obligated for 2 title defenses in the IWA, minimum, per month.

Rick: Well, this sounds interesting.

Vincent: Now, I know some of you are thinking, "why would you risk the Cruiserweight title being won by an outsider after all your effort to bring in more World titles?" Well the answer to that is simple. World titles are meaningful throughout the Alliance, whereas regional titles, unless prestigious, aren't. And what gives a title more prestige than an Alliance-wide tournmaent? Just think, to become the IWA champion, you have to be damn near the best Cruiserweight in the alliance, save for the World Cruiserweight champ. Now that, my friends, is prestige. And when this tournament is all said and done, the new Cruiserweight champ will be envied by Cruiserweights around the World! And in turn, Mike Vincent becomes even more powerful! Mwahahaha!

(That evil laugh is heard throughout the arena. Vince is quite good at it.)

Rick: Perhaps he should have left that last line out of his speach.

Eddie: Meh. It's all good.

Vincent: And besides. This is also a way to prove how superior the IWA is over the rest.

Rick: Not if someone else wins...

Eddie: Bah!

Vincent: To conclude this announcement, I will declare some of the current names already entered. Among IWAers like Super Shoink, Steve Riggs, Scooter and others, we will see RWites Barrett Sinclair and Jimmy O'Shields, and even a former IWA wrestler in XTC. Also, OWC's Cruiserweight champion, Chris Saint will participate.

(Boos. What? What's wrong with Chris Saint.)

Vincent: Many, many more guys will be participating, but I'm kinda lazy so I won't name them. But, the tournament brackets will be posted on our website . . . www.geocities.com/iwaman99 . . . on Wednesday, April 24. So check them out. Well, I guess that's it.

Rick: This is going to be a very interesting tournament, to say the least.

Vincent: Thank you all, and have a good sleep.

(Vincent heads out of the ring, but is abruptly cut off by a familiar sound.)

Boog: Not so fast...

(POP.)

Rick: It's the Boog-man!

Eddie: Ah, geez.

(Boog begins a slow march to the ring. Vincent backs himself into the corner of the ring.)

Boog: Don't worry, Mike. I'm not here to hurt you.

(Vincent, for some reason believes Boog. He becomes more relaxed.)

Vincent: Then you got the message a Mr. Fierce sent you, I imagine.

(Boog is smiling.)

Boog: Not exactly.

(Boog enters the ring.)

Boog: You see, I've come to ask a favor.

(Vince laughs.)

Vincent: Are you kidding me? Security!

Boog: Whoa, whoa. No need for security, Mike. All I want from you is a TV title opportunity.

Vincent: What? You just had one! SECURITY!!

(Vincent looks behind Boog for the security, which do not appear at this time.)

Boog: You're not thinking like a business man, Mike. You've let this get too personal. And that will cost you. I can bring you the World Television title. I can bring the gold to Canada.

Vincent: Boog, you're probably right. You probably would make me money! And I love money. I love money more than I love life! And in a normal circumstance, I would do you a favor. But, this isn't a normal circumstance. The past four months you have been the thorn in my ass that despite how hard I tried, couldn't quite reach. I finally picked that thorn outta my ass...

(Giggles from the crowd.)

Vincent: ...and I'll be damned if I'm stickin' you back in my ass!

(Laughter is heard throughout.)

Rick: He certainly has a way of words.

(Finally, security comes rushing to the ring. Well, it's actually about 4 guys at least 50 pounds overweight, waddling to the ring.)

Vincent: The answer is no Boog. NO!

(Security finally enters the ring. Boog has a few last words.)

Boog: You better lock your office door the rest of the night, Mike.

(Boog smiles as the guards grab a hold of him. They pull him out of the ring as Vincent stands, now alone in the ring. Boog's final words have struck him with fear.)

Vincent: What the hell did you say? Boog! Don't start with me! Don't do this again!

(Vincent rubs his forehead and he begins to whimper.)

Rick: Oh jeez...

(Vince speaks in a quiet, saddened voice.)

Vincent: Not again.

Rick: Welcome back to the greatest show on earth!

Eddie: Excluding the 4-man bobsled, of course.

Rick: Say Eddie, I don't think Boog's ever gonna leave Vincent alone.

Eddie: I hate Boog. I'm not talking about him anymore.

Rick: Boog's just askin' for a fair shake. That's all. I'm just not too sure about his little threat, telling Vince to make sure he locks his doors. Think he's just playing mind-games?

Eddie: . . .

Rick: Boog's no stranger to mind games.

Eddie: . . .

Rick: Well anyways, folks, we'll have more on this story as it develops. Or IF it develops, even. But now, it's time for our next match. The debuting Ray Hamble will take on the likes of Trickster.

Eddie: Trickster. Here's a guy that can be respected. First off, he's not Boog... and on the other hand, it's not Boog!

Rick: Thought you weren't gonna talk about Boog.

Eddie: . . . DAMNIT!

SPOILERS

- Hamble, in his debut match is more than impressive. The big-man powers through Trickster for 5 minutes straight. Trickster does get in offense, but it hardly fazes Hamble. In the end, it's Hamble scoring the victory, whipping Trickster into the ropes violently, then chokeslamming him on the rebound even more violently. A move he calls the Obsidian splash. -

[Sudden cut backstage, in the parking garage. A black limo is parked by the exit. The driver, dressed nicely in the usual black outfit, stands with the door open. Then, President Vincent rushes into the shot with his briefcase.]

Vincent: I'm not taking chances with this shit! That guys a freaking stubborn pain-in-the-ass. No no, I'm not goin' through this again!

(Vincent throws his case through the open door. He steps a foot inside, then looks up at the driver.)

Vincent: Wait a second.

(Vincent flips off the drivers hat, revealing his graying hair.)

Vincent: Thank god! I thought you were Boog. But you're just an old man.

(The driver is offended but tries not to show it.)

Vincent: To the airport. Chop chop!

(Vincent enters and the driver slams the door shut. He walks to the driver's door, where the window rolls open. There, in the driver's seat, sits the Boog-man. Smiling widely, he hands the real driver a couple bills. Big ones, probably.)

Rick: Oh my god! Boog just paid off the driver!

Eddie: Ah damn it!

(The window rolls up, and the limo pulls away. The crowd is cheering happily.)

[We return from break to the Front Office. Adam Fierce, the Vice President, stands with the Commish, Aaron Levin. Fierce seems to just be getting of his cellphone.]

Fierce: What the hell are we gonna do, Aaron? He's not picking up his phone!

Levin: Don't worry, Mr. Fierce. I have a car in pursuit. When they stop, we'll get the call.

Fierce: Damn it! Get the cops!

Levin: This is wrestling. That means no cops.

Fierce: Vincent's life could be in danger!

Levin: From Boog? I doubt that much, Mr. Fierce. This is the IWA, and we'll deal with it the IWA way.

Fierce: The IWA way?

[Fierce is getting angry.]

Fierce: Well I'm new here. What the hell is the IWA way??

[Levin removes is glasses.]

Levin: Ratings!

[Fierce looks at him like he's insane. Then, Fierce shakes his head, digressing. He knows what Levin's talking about. Fierce doesn't agree with Levin, but won't stay to argue. Fierce walks out and we cut back to ringside.]

Eddie: Levin is a frickin' selfish, money-loving prick!

Rick: Levin is? He's the most selfless of the bunch! I don't know what he's plotting, though...

Eddie: To hell with it! It only hurts when I think about it. Lets have a match now.

Rick: And its time for a little tag action.

Eddie: Oh boy tag!

Rick: That�s right it�s the Dark Angels versus�wait, whoa was that genuine enthusiasm?

Eddie: Close.

Rick: What?

Eddie: Something horrible has happened to me.

Rick: Oh what now?

Eddie: I renegotiated my contract.

Rick: And?

Eddie: I actually have to give good commentary for at least a few minutes every show. Lousy new agent.

(Rick gets a big smile on his face as he looks over at his announcing partner.)

Eddie: Oh don�t you start, I swear.

Rick: No this is great, well maybe you can start us off as The Dark Angels: Michael Lennox and Ulrific take on Team Cool.

[Smoke begins to pour down the entrance ramp as the heavy guitar laden opening rift of "Time Does Not Heal" by Dark Angel blares from the house PA system. The lights dim, and as a blue glow emanates from somewhere deep inside the for, the haunting cords give way to equally chilling words.]

# It's always darkest before it goes completely black / I'm older now so I should know, you can never look back / But the scars of childhood memories dominate my head / The inner pain I've vowed to keep until the day I'm dead

[A dark shadow can be seen through the fog's thick blue haze.]

# You can't see, the life I was forced to lead / What it's like to die daily You can't feel, the thoughts I've learned to steal / Survivals my reality

[A series of blue pyro erupts in front of the entrance as Ulfric steps through the fog, his long blue/black hair hanging lose in his face, he is wearing a pair of frayed blue jeans, a black/gold "BWA-Dark Angels" t-shirt, and motorcycle boots with "Lucifer", his black barbed wired baseball bat in his right hand while his left arm is in a sling as he looks around at the crowd strangely.]

When I was young I lived in fear / The hands of doom forever drawing near / I wonder how I earned to persevere / As time advanced deceit was my life's truth / Spurred on by the peace I never knew

[He pauses midway down the ramp before raising the bat in one hand and bangs his head in time to the music. Ulfric points the bat at the opponents and waits outside of the ring as the ominous beat of the high hat rings out through the arena.]

*BUUUM*
*CRASH*

[The heavy guitar laden first riff of AC/DC's "Back In Black" roars through the arena, accompanied by a flash of brilliant red pyrotechnics while a video package of previous matches plays on the JumboTron.]

*BA-BA-BUUM*
*CRASH* *CRASH* *CRASH*

[The next heavy riffs roar out, with more amazing fire flashes. The crowd rises to their feet to cheer the man, but unable to tear themselves away from the magnificent show.]

#Back in black / I hit the sack / I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know I'm...] / Yes, I'm let loose / From the noose / That's kept me hanging about / I've been looking at the sky / 'Cause it's gettin' me high / Forget the hearse 'cause I never die / I got nine lives / Cat's eyes / Abusin' every one of them and running wild

[Red and White pyro streamers, burning bright ignite and engulf the entrance area in a bath of fire and brimstone. The crowd is on their feet and whipped into fury as they give The Wolverine an amazing ovation at the entrance area.]

#Back in the back / Of a Cadillac / Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack / Yes, I'm in a bang / With a gang / They've got to catch me if they want me to hang / Cause I'm back on the track

[Just as that all-important phrase is said, two rockets fly down from the ceiling and blast into the top of the entranceway. This draws the audience's attention there for a moment, and when they look back at the entrance, the enigma is there. "The Wolverine" Michael Lennox. He stands on the platform, with a focused look on his face when he pours water over his head as he walks down the aisle dressed in ripped blue jeans, combat boots, taped fists and a black/gold "Dark Angels" and a black leather jacket and a barbed wired steel chair in his hand. His long tangled hair hanging down in his face while he walks down the aisle. Lennox smacks hands with the fans before he joins Ulfric before they rush into the ring and jump onto opposing turnbuckles.]

#And I'm beatin' the flack / Nobody's gonna get me on another rap / So look at me now I'm just makin' my play / Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way

[Lennox and Ulfric climb down from the turnbuckles and stand ready to fight.]

Rick: Well what do you think?

Eddie: This is so humiliating�Lennox and Ulrific have the definite advantage here this evening in experience, both are NeWA World Champions, and their combined title record reads like a novel. They are definitely the favorites going into this match, however Ulrific is coming into this match with several broken bones, including a broken wrist, several broken ribs, and numerous other smaller injuries, so I believe this will be pretty one sided with �The Wolverine� being the dominant player in this match.

Rick: This is great.

Eddie: Shut up you.

(The PA comes alive with music as Team Cool makes their entrance up on the ramp. They celebrate a little and start their slow march towards the ring.)

Rick: So what do you think of Team Cool?

(Eddie gives a hate full stare at Rick.)

Rick: C�mon, fill your contractual obligations.

(Eddie puts his head down on the desk.)

Eddie: Team Cool has the experience disadvantage most definitely, and their record is in their favor. However this will practically be a handicap match, and no matter how good Lennox is, it�s still two on one, which levels the playing field.

Rick: So what does each team need to do to win Eddie?

Eddie: Kill you.

Rick: C�mon�.

Eddie: Lennox needs to use his strength and experience to the fullest, and get in a quick win with some devastating big moves early on. Team Cool can capitalize on their advantage if they tag and tag often, wearing Lennox down over time. Team Cool can win a war attrition if they stay away from Lennox, and let him wear himself out.

Rick: Wow, that was actually useful intelligent commentary, I had no idea you knew so much about wrestling.

Eddie: I�ll never get a date again.

Rick: As Eddie sulks this match is underway.

DING DING DING

(There's the bell as Lennox charges at Justice and knocks him down with a clothesline. Lennox picks Justice back up by the hair but Justice counters with a chop to the chest before whipping Lennox to the ropes. Justice goes for another clothesline but Lennox ducks under and sends Justice to the mat with a double leg takedown before locking on a violent anklelock.)

Rick: Luke Justice is in real trouble early right now; Lennox could snap his leg off.

Eddie: But Luke is close enough to the ropes to get a hold and the ref breaks Lennox off.

Rick: Lennox drags Justice back onto his feet and Justice goes right back down again with a big elbow to the face. Lennox dishes out a few stomps before letting Justice get back up. Just dives over to Blaze to make a quick tag, but Michael looks unconcerned and whips his hair out of his face.

(Blaze comes charging into Michael Lennox with reckless abandon, and pays the price by being slammed down hard with a Samoan drop. Blaze is still quick up to his feet, and uses the ropes to bounce off and nail the former world champ with a quick clothesline.)

Rick: Blaze actually getting The Wolverine off of his feet, and Blaze tries to keep him there with some quick stomps to the head, but after a few Lennox gets his hands on Blaze�s right foot.

(Quickly Michael is up on his feet, and Dragon screws Blaze down.)

Rick: Michael going for the cover, 1�2�two count as Blaze gets the shoulder up.

Eddie: Blaze leaps out from under Lennox and makes another quick tag to Luke Justice.

Rick: Justice gets in the ring and takes his time this time. Lennox and Justice circle around the ring but Michaels gets the quick grapple and sends Luke tumbling down with a snap Suplex.

(Justice hops up to his feet but Lennox gets a Superkick in to the jaw that sends him back down. Justice, obviously stunned, writhes on the floor as Lennox goes in for the Cajun Crossface.)

Rick: This could be it right here! Luke is screaming in pain, but the submission is quickly broken as Blaze drops the elbow on the back Lennox�s head. Blaze retreats back behind the ropes as Lennox picks up Justice. Justice is wobbly, and Lennox goes for the grapple, and slams him with a solid DDT.

Eddie: �

Rick: Eddie?

Eddie: I�m free, no more goody-two shoes Eddie, YOU SUCK! YOU ALL SUCK!

Rick: Anyway, Lennox is going for the cover, but Blaze reaches down and slaps his own hand against Justice�s! The ref calls the tag as Blaze enters the ring.

Eddie: YOU�RE GONNA DIE!

(Blaze gets scrambles in the ring and taken down with a clothesline, Blaze gets up and is taken down again. Blaze shoots up even once more, and again is taken down. After a third clothesline he pops up again.)

Rick: Wow, some incredible resiliency by Blaze of Team Cool.

Eddie: Delays, delays.

Rick: Blaze charges again and is caught in Lennox�s clutches. Lennox stops him dead in his tracks and then send Blaze flying with a Belly-to-Belly suplex. Blaze is quick up to his knee, but then starts staggering.

Eddie: Haha, here come Lennox, he�s killing these two.

Rick: Lennox grabs Blaze by the hair and get him to his feet, then kicks him in the stomach�BAYOU STUNNER! BAYOU STUNNER! Blaze is out! Michael Lennox lifts the leg and the ref goes down for the count�

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3!

Rick: And The Dark Angels pull of a win!

Eddie: Gee, what were the odds on that one?

(Back in Black begins to blare over the sound system as Ulrific comes in the ring to congratulate his partner. Then they both head to the turnbuckles to give a big double fisted salute to the fans. The fans give the pair a huge pop as they add another win to their record.)

Rick: And that�s she wrote folks; Lennox and Ulrific continue to dominate the Tag divisions, even here in the IWA!

Eddie: But they lost the World titles.

Rick: . . . Ok, besides that match. Nevermind. Lets go to break!

[Returning from break we see the vast Lake Ontario in front of us. Then, a voice.]

Man: He's stopped.

[The camera jerks around and we learn that we're inside a vehicle. The camera shifts to the right and we see the parked limosine at this deserted pier.]

Cameraman: Make the phone call.

[The camera focusses on the driver. A slim, dark haired man with glasses. He pulls out a cellphone and dials some numbers. Holding it to his ear he waits for an answer.]

Man: Mr. Levin? He's stopped, sir.

[Cut inside Levin's office, where he's on the other line.]

Levin: I know, Mr. Johnson, we've got the live feed.

[Cut back to the car, and we see Boog-man's head sticking out of the window. He's waving them over.]

Johnson: He's waving us to go to the limo. What should we do?

[Back to Levin.]

Levin: Go to the limo!

[And to the car.]

Johnson: OK. I'll send Wilkenson over.

[Johnson hangs up the phone. He notions his head for the cameraman to head over.]

Johnson: Get going, Wilkenson.

[Wilkenson's hand reaches out and opens the car door as we head back to Rick and Eddie at ringside in the Copps Collisseum.]

Rick: This is turning into quite the story!

Eddie: I worry about Vincent. I really do.

Rick: You're worried about your pay check.

Eddie: Yeah, I am. So what?

Rick: Nothing, nothing. We're just gonna head to our next contest.

Eddie: You mean Super Shoink vs. Spark?

Rick: Right you are.

Eddie: Fine. I'm sure Shoink's all confident in himself and such since he "beat" Jeckel, so it'll be satisfying to watch him be crushed by a loss.

Rick: This should be a great contest, if you ask me. Both guys are so talented, and both guys will be competing in the IWA Cruiserweight Title tournament beginning next week.

Eddie: 'Tis true. 'Tis true.

(Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean" starts to play and all the lights in the arena go out. Spotlights flash on and off w/ the beat, until there is an explosion in the entrance way. Now, there is only one spotlight, shining on Spark, who is standing in the entrance way wearing an 8XL black t-shirt and a pair of silver satin pants. After a moment, he signals for the music to stop, and raises up the microphone.)

Spark: Well...I don't really plan on dancing...because I can't. I just wanted to show off the fact that I love to moonwalk.

(Spark moonwalks for a moment, spins, then does it in the opposite direction, stopping in his original position.)

Spark: See? I can do it. I can. So how's every body doing?

(Crowd makes random noises.)

Spark: Fine? Yes. Me too. Uh...

(He looks around.)

Spark: So...what? Likes my ring?

(Spark pulls the ring out of his pocket, and slides it on his pinky, causing the entire arena to go dark. After a quick couple of seconds, the lights come back on, and Spark's standing in the ring, missing his right shoe and breathing heavily.)

Spark: Voila! *huff* I Magically..uh..*sigh* Appeared here...and *huff*...well...are we supposed to be doing something now? I guess I'll uh...let it happen then.

(He tosses the mic. into the crowd, slides the ring onto a chain placing it in his pocket, and backs up into the corner, checking his pulse in his neck while looking at his watch.)

Eddie: Yeee.....yeeeess.

[Blur�s �Song 2� hits]

WOOHOO!

[Green and Blue pyro goes off]

[Super Shoink walks out, with a confident smile. He�s got on his green jersey with a blue 76 on the front, and blue �SHOINKSTAR� on the back. He�s also in his blue wrestling tights, green �SUPER� running down his right leg, green �SHOINK� running down his left.]

Rick: Folks, we just got word that Super Shoink will receive a shot at the NeWA Cruiserweight champ against his good friend, Adam Burke.

Eddie: What? When?

Rick: I'm being told next week on the 25th. But that's only tentative, folks. We'll just have to hope.

Eddie: Hope. Yes. That is what we'll have to do.

[Shoink steps up on the apron and flips over the ropes into the ring.]

DING . . . DING . . . Must be a new bellkeeper

(The two lock up. Shoink backs Spark, but but comes back, and brings Shoink agianst the ropes. Shoink with a go behind and some headbutts, but Spark with elbows to the head to back him off. Spark quickly bounces off the second rope, leaping with a sprinboard moonsault, and he takes Shoink down.)

Rick: Lightning quick attack from Spark. And Shoink is back up and he's whipped in the roeps. Shoink comes back and he ducks a lariat. Off the ropes again and he collides with Spark. Spark goes down.

(Spark is quickly back up but suffers an atomic drop. Shoink scoops with up and drops with with a belly-to-back suplex. Spark rolls out of the ring quickly. Spark slides out and Spark slides right back in. Spark follows him but is stomped on the back.)

Eddie: Spark showing some brain power, turning the tides with that one.

(Shoink fights his way up. He blocks Spark's right hand, but Spark sneaks the left by Super Shoink's guard. Spark whips Shoink in the ropes, and catches him with a dropkick. Spark measures up and drops a quick elbow to the chest and makes the cover.)

Rick: 1 . . . 2 . . kickout from Super Shoink.

Eddie: Now Spark is pulling Shoink up. Setting up for a move of some kind, I think...

Rick: He's going for a suplex, Eddie. But Shoink blocks it! And now Shoink's going for the vertical suplex . . . and that's blocked! Spark hoists Shoink in the air . . . Brainbuster DDT!

Eddie: And Super Shoink suffers concussion number 17 of his career!

(Shoink holds his head as he kicks the mat with his feet. Spark sits on his back and begins wrenching back the skull of his opponent.)

Rick: Recliner from Spark! Shoink is right in the middle of the ring. He needs a way out!

(Shoink finds one, lifting his body off the mat, and throwing Spark to the side. But Spark gets to his feet before Shoink, and stomps him down. But, Shoink still fights up. Spark goes for another kick, this time to the head, but Spark catches him and reverses it with a corkscrew legwhip.)

Rick: Nice reversal from the former IWA Cruiserweight champ.

(Shoink holds the back of his neck while Spark is getting back to his feet. Then, he attacks his a kick to the back of Spark's neck. Shoink whips Spark in the ropes. Spark flies back and is taken to the mat with a back-body drop. Spark gets back up, holding his back as Shoink kicks with his left foot. But Spark caught it. Then, Shoink leaps and kicks with his right.)

CLACK!

Eddie: What a kick to the head!

Rick: Enzuiguri from Shoink, and he's back in charge again.

(Spark is down on his back as Super Shoink climbs to the top rope. He measures up his opponent.)

Rick: Shoink leaps off, leg extended...

(Huge legdrop connects.)

Eddie: What a move! And the cover!

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

Rick: Not quite yet.

(Super Shoink pulls Spark to his feet. An Irish whip sends him crashing into the corner, the momentum taking him over the ropes to the outside. Shoink mounts to the top rope, waiting for Spark to rise to his feet. When he does, Super Shoink leaps off with a massive cross-body...)

Rick: HUGE SPLASH . . . NO! Spark moved!

(Shoik hits hard and stops moving instantly. Spark takes time to recover before turning his attention back to Shoink. He pulls Shoink up, and tosses him down with a double-underhook suplex. Spark then reaches under the ropes.)

Eddie: Spark's got a lightbulb!

Rick: Oh boy...

(Shoink pulls himself to his feet. He turns around...)

SMASH!

Rick: The bulb just shattered against Shoink's skull! That's gotta leave some cuts!

(It does, as we see Shoink's scalp slowly producing red liquid we call blood. Spark rolls Shoink in before climbing to the top rope.)

Eddie: Now Spark's going high-risk...

Rick: With a frogsplash!

(And it connects.)

Eddie: He nailed it! This contest is over!

(ONE)

(TWO)

(Kickout)

Eddie: ...Or not.

(Spark is frustrated, and decides to go to the top for a second time. This time, Spark is facing the crowd. He takes a deep breath, and leaps in the air while tucking his head, spinning around 450 degrees.)

Rick: WHOAH!

(But Shoink moves.)

Eddie: Holy crap, that was like an inverted 450 splash or somethin!

Rick: Too bad he didn't hit it, though. He could be in a lot of trouble here.

(Both men lay motionless briefly. Eventually, Super Shoink begins to climb to his feet. He stumbles around, still kind of dazed. Meanwhile, Spark is getting back up. Both men are standing, and they turn around at the same time.)

Rick: Spark with a right hand... it's ducked! Shoink with a waistlock... and a German suplex plants Spark right on his head!

Eddie: And it looks like Shoink's gonna try to end this!

(With Spark on his face, Shoink folds up his feet. He digs his knee into Spark's back and wrenches back on his chin.)

Rick: THE SHOINK SIDE STRETCH! I THINK IT'S OVER!!!

(Spark is fighting through the pain with everything he's got. He tries to reverse the hold, but he has no luck.)

Eddie: Look at the little bugger fight!

Rick: He doesn't want to give up!

(Spark begins reaching for the ropes, he's almost there...)

Eddie: Is he gonna make it?

(He does.)

Rick: Oh! What a struggle that was for Spark.

(Shoink gets to his feet, breathing pretty heavily. Suddenly, a man dressed in a black shirt with "XTC" printed on his shirt slides in the ring.)

Rick: OH MY GOD! IT'S XTC!!!

(The man who wrestled one match in the IWA has returned. And he scoops up an unsuspecting Spark, and with a sit-down Tigerbomb, plants him hard!)

Eddie: XTC just layed out Super Shoink!

(XTC quickly leaps to the top rope. He leaps off with a moonsault, landing on a fallen Spark. XTC quickly rolls out of the ring and heads through the crowd.)

Rick: XTC came in and left just like that!

Eddie: XTC is in that Cruiserweight title tournament. This has to be a message that he's gonna be a threat.

Rick: I think you're right.

DING DING DING

Rick: This match is thrown out, damn it!

Rick: I wanted to see a winner... I really did.

[From break we come to see "The World's Original" The Boog-Man. A smile is upon is calm face.]

Rick: We're back! And where are we?

[The camera pans over and sitting across the limo is Mike Vincent, handcuffed and gagged.]

Eddie: What is Boog doing?? He's SO fired for this!!

Rick: This is insane!

Boog: Hello everyone and welcome to a segment I like to call, the "Convincing of Mike Vincent."

[A shot of Vincent, eyebrows lowered in anger as he struggles hopelessly.]

Boog: I wasn't gonna have this shown on television but then I noticed I was being followed by this IWA camera crew. And I decided, what the hey!

[Boog reaches into a bag, and pulls out a smaller paper bag. Reaching inside he pulls out a handful of thumbtacks.]

Eddie: Oh boy...

Boog: Here's the deal, Mike. I'm a hard-working, talented wrestler. I ask to be alotted a fair chance, and that's about it. I think it's safe to say you haven't allowed me that. Now, I am willing to let every go if you stay out of my face from now on. BUT . . .

Eddie: There's always a 'but.'

Boog: But there's one thing that you need to do for me. You might be right when you say my career is nearing a close, Mike, and as a result I want to . . . no! I HAVE to make the last years of my career really count. I've accomplished a lot and I want to accomplish more.

[Boog pauses, searching for words.]

Boog: I'm not sure what I can say to you to convince you. Probably nothing. But I'm a civil man by heart and I will try.

[Boog grabs Vincent's chin and brings his face close to his.]

Boog: One TV title shot and it's over. EVERYTHING will be over, Mike. Grant me this shot and you'll never hear a word of complaint from me again. Mike, you make this so much more difficult than it has to be. Please end this. So what do you say?

[Boog removes Vincent's gag. Vincent spits in Boog's face.]

Rick: That's not smart!

[Boog wipes himself.]

Boog: We've been doing things the hard way for months. This is nothing new.

[Boog grabs a single tack.]

Boog: These things hurt a lot, you know. I've had them stuck in me many a time. Now, you get to feel them. I'm gonna stick these into your body individually, until you decide to grant me my shot. I even brought a nice contract for you to sign.

Rick: Don't do this, Boog... I know he deserves it, but...

Eddie: I can't watch.

[Boog observes the tack with a smile. It's a sick looking smile, something very rare from The Boog-man.]

Boog: You know what, Mike? You bring out the very worst in me.

[And he begins to move the tack close to Vincent's face. Vince struggles, but Boog is much more powerful. Suddenly, there's a hard knock at the window.]

Fierce: DON'T DO IT BOOG!

Rick: It's Adam Fierce!

[Boog stares at Fierce, sort of shocked. He rolls down the window slightly.]

Fierce: You don't need to do this Boog. You're better than this!

Boog: That coming from a man who turned his back on wrestling for the money, for the business. I thought YOU were better than that!

Fierce: I did what I thought was necessary for the IWA to grow, to flurish for wrestlers around the World. This is a haven for wrestlers, and I want this place to be as good as it can be.

[Boog smiles. He returns to Vincent, and begins to move the tac closer to him. Fierce bangs on the window quickly.]

Fierce: DON'T!! WAIT!

[Boog stops, giving his attention back to Fierce.]

Fierce: Can you let me in?

Boog: Do I look stupid, Adam? I doubt I do.

[Fierce sighs.]

Fierce: OK, listen Boog. You want a shot at the NeWA TV title? You got it!

Eddie: Huh?

Fierce: But . . . you'll have to go through me, first!

Rick: What?

[Vincent mumbles something, probably disagreeing with Fierce.]

Fierce: Don't worry, Mike, I know what I'm doing. Boog, next week, Adam Fierce versus The Boog-man. If you win, if you defeat me . . . you'll get your shot.

[Boog smiles.]

Boog: You're on TV, Fierce. You can't back down, you know that, right?

Fierce: I know what I'm doing.

Boog: You're on!

[HUGE POP!]

Rick: OH MY GOD! FIERCE VS. BOOG! LEGEND VS. LEGEND!

[Then, Boog opens the door and steps out. He gets right in Fierce's face.]

Boog: See you next week, Adam.

[Then, he hands Fierce some keys.]

Boog: Here you go. I'll take a cab. Limo's aren't my thing, really.

[Boog walks off, smiling widely. Fierce breathes deep.]

Fierce: I didn't want it to come to this.

[Fierce then enters the limo and takes off Vincent's gag. He immediately starts screaming.]

Vincent: (BEEP) THIS! I (BEEP)ING HATE BOOG! Fierce, you better know what you're doing!

[Vincent struggles.]

Vincent: Now untie me, damn it!

[Fierce sighs, and does what he's asked. Or told, rather.]

Vincent: Jesus. I need a vacation from this shit!

[Cut back to ringside. Rick and Eddie are both shocked.]

Rick: I can't believe Adam Fierce is gonna battle The Boog-man! It's like deja-vu! These two guys were legends way before the Burkes, and the Jeckels, and the Riggs'.

Eddie: Fierce hasn't wrestled in over a year, though!

Rick: It's been well over a year. But folks, Fierce and Boog will be huge! You're talking about two men who both have such a rich history with the Alliance. These two men are both, arguably, among the greatest Alliance wrestlers of all-time! And next week, they will cross paths in the ring... one last time!

Rick: Welcome back, after our last break. It's time, it's time... it's MAIN EVENT TIME!

Eddie: That's pretty lame, I think.

Rick: Don't think. You're smarter that way.

Eddie: Thanks.

Rick: This match is huge folks. This things been brewing up for so long. Barcode and Riggs have been spreading the 'joys' for months now, Evan Hurley and Adam Burke being the prime targets. Burke, of course, is off that huge NeWA World Cruiserweight title win. Hurley, on the other hand, suffered a disappointing loss as Vic Vary captured the NeWA North American title.

Eddie: . . .

Rick: Riggs and Barcode are looking to tighten their grasp on the IWA tag scene. And what better way to do it then defeat Hurley and Burke, who know each other oh so well, being cousins and all. But now folks, even staling... it's finally time for the rematch!

Eddie: . . . Hey! You insulted me!

Rick: No I didn't.

Eddie: What? Are you sure? Damn, I'm tired.

(The lights begin to fade down as the audience starts to quiet as they see what is going on. �Defy You� by Offspring begins to play over the speakers of the arena.)

# You may push me around / But you cannot win / You may throw me down / But I'll rise again

(Blue Fireworks blast down from the Jumbotron as Green Fireworks blast up to meet them. As they fade four figures appear from behind the entrance curtains. They are bathed in the blue and green strobe lights filling the ramp.)

# The more you say / The more I defy you / So get out of my face

(Two of the figures are Evan �Everyday� Hurley and the NeWA World Cruiserweight Champion Adam Burke. Then each has on a black shirt with blue lettering outlined in green on the front saying �The Triad.� Each has on the shirts, with black jeans, and black boots on. Burke has the World CW title around his waist, and flanking Evan and Adam are their managers Amy Keenan and Brandy McMillan.)

#You cannot stop us / You cannot bring us down

(The four begin their way down the ramp, high fiving the fans as they go.)

# Never give up / We go on and on

(Burke slides under the ring and quickly climbs the turnbuckle, raising the NeWA Cruiserweight Title into the air as Hurley goes between the ropes and pumps himself up for the match. Brandy and Amy take to their corners outside the ring and the duo wait in the ring.)

# You'll never break us / Never bring us down / We are alive!

Rick: Who's gonna win, Eddie?

Eddie: I got my money on THC. . . literally! They better win or I'll be down 26 bucks!

Rick: Why 26 bucks?

Eddie: I didn't have change.

Rick: Ooookay.

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

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

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

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

[The tag champs enter the ring. Hurley and Burke stand opposite them. Bitterness and anger evident on the faces of all four of the combatants.]

Rick: Folks... this will be a war.

(Suddenly, Hurley and Burke attack Barcode and Riggs, pounding on them to the liking of the crowd. Hurley whips Barcode into the ropes and tackles him down. He begins laying in rounds but Barcode rolls into the mount position and he begins to lay it to his opponent. Meanwhile, Riggs and Burke are exchanging blows when The Angel of Death hits a low-blow.)

Eddie: A low blow and this match isn't even officially underway yet!

(Riggs grabs his tag belt and clocks Burke with a shot that sends him out of the ring. Riggs and Barcode bring Hurley up and a double whip sends him crashing in the corner. Barcode whips his partner across the ring, and crashing into Hurley, knocking him to the outside.)

Rick: The tag champs have cleared the ring!

(Riggs mounts a corner, with Barcode mounting the opposite one. They raise their titles high in the air to a massive amount of boos.)

Eddie: This place doesn't know a tag team when they see one!

(Then, they hop down. Riggs and Barcode headbutt before handing their belts away. Then suddenly, Adam Burke pulls Riggs out of the ring. Barcode turns around and eats a missile dropkick from Hurley.)

DING DING DING!

Rick: Finally, the clock is started and we're officially off. It's looks like Hurley and Barcode, two men who have grown to be bitter enemies, will start this match off.

(Hurley with a whip into the ropes. Barcode flies back into a hiptoss. But Barcode is quickly back up. Hurley with some stiff looking kicks before locking on a gutwrench. A suplex is attempted, but Barcode blocks, and counters with a back-body drop. Barcode begins stomping on Hurley, but "Everyday" battles to his feet. Hurley blocks a right and gains the upperhand with some rights, but Barcode rakes the face and DDTs Hurley down.)

Rick: Barcode with some dirty tactics early on.

Eddie: Dirty tactics always work better, you know.

(Barcode with a lateral press, 1 . . . 2 . . . kickout from Hurley. Barcode brings Hurley back to his feet. Barcode makes a tag and locks on a full-nelson. Riggs comes in and takes a couple free shots to the gut until Barcode drops Hurley face-first with an inverted Russian legsweep. Riggs is quick to stomp on Hurley. Hurley climbs to his knees but is stomped back down. Riggs locks on a half-crab.)

Rick: The half-crab... Hawk's Talon!

Eddie: But Hurley squirms to the ropes quickly. He's got a lotta juice left apparently.

(Riggs violently pulls Hurley back to the center of the ring. He grabs Hurley's leg to reapply the hold, but Evan rolls over and kicks Riggs in the gut. Then, he leaps out tagging in Adam Burke. The crowd explodes as he springs himself to the top rope, leaping off with a missile dropkick, connecting with its mark. Barcode enters the ring but Burke ducks a wild right. Then, 'The Tiger' plows through Barcode, taking him out of the ring with a clothesline.)

Rick: Adam Burke is on fire!

(Riggs gets back to his feet but suffers a belly-to-belly suplex. Riggs pulls himself up again in the corner, but has his back turned to Burke. The Tiger capitalizes with a splash, sandwiching Riggs. The Angel of Death crumbles to the mat. Burke propels his legs over the top rope, and bounces back landing on Riggs.)

Eddie: Split-legged moonsault! That was gay looking.

Rick: It was sweet looking and it might win him the match with his cover!

One
Two
Riggs with the shoulder up!

Eddie: Riggs ain't goin' out like that.

(Burke pulls Riggs back up. He grabs Riggs' arm and whips him in the ropes. But Riggs holds on and quickly bails out of the ring. The crowd boos.)

Eddie: Smart move from Riggs.

Rick: Or cowardly.

Eddie: No, it's only cowardly when Burke does it.

Rick: Oh. Now I get it.

(Burke calls Riggs in the ring. The crowd cheers him on and Riggs responds, climbing back on the ring apron. Burke charges, and he drops back to the floor.)

Rick: Oh come on, Riggs. Get in there!

(The crowd boos. Burke backs away and Riggs climbs back to the top. Riggs tells him to back further. Burke laughs, but backs away anyway. Then, from behind, Barcode snaps Burke's neck over the top rope. Burke bounces forward clenching his neck, and Riggs kicks him in the lower right leg. Burke collapses to the mat.)

Eddie: Now that's double-teaming right there!

(Riggs flips over with a grounded senton splash. He stays in position for the cover.)

1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . kickout.

(Riggs pulls Burke up and whips him in the corner.)

SMAACK!

Eddie: What impact!

(Burke collapses down. Riggs exits the ring and grabs Burke's legs, pulling him in between the ringpost.)

Rick: Oh no! He's got Burke's healing right ankle!

(Then . . . CRACK! Burke's ankle hits the steel.)

Eddie: C'mon... more!

(CRACK! A second time by Riggs. Then, Brandy comes in and tries to get Riggs to stop. Riggs shrugs off a slap from her and grabs her hair.)

Rick: OH NO! Don't touch her! She's a woman!

Eddie: So observant, you are.

(It appears Riggs is about to punch her, but in comes Evan Hurley, running for the save. Riggs throws Brandy and Hurley catches her. Hurley puts her aside allowing 'The Angel of Death' to arm himself with a chair. Hurley turns back to him.)

WHHHAACCKKKK!!

Eddie: WOOO! Steel on skull equals a very good sound.

(Riggs slides back in the ring, where Burke has gotten back to his feet. Burke swings with a right, but it's ducked. The momentum spins Burke around where he falls victim to a neckbreaker from Riggs. Then, Barcode is tagged in. Barcode on the top rope... he leaps off with a massive splash.)

Rick: BARCODE CONNECTS! This could be it!

ONE!

TWO!

kickout!

Eddie: Oh damn! Not yet!

(Barcode pulls Burke up. He stuffs Burke's head under his arm and lifts him vertical in the air. Barcode holds him up, before slamming him on his back, while falling into a sit-down position.)

Rick: Beautiful Falcon Arrow from Mike Barcode! And Burke is in a world of trouble.

(Barcode then locks on a figure-four leglock.)

Rick: And it just got a hell of a lot worse!

(Barcode applying a lot of pressure as apparent by the look of pain on Burke's face. The Tiger fights through the pain as best he can.)

Rick: The Hardcore Contingent is trying to aggrevate that right ankle of Burke's! And they're doing a great job at that!

Eddie: I love when you give THC the credit they deserve.

Rick: Well, I might not like the way they do things, but they do get the job done more often then not..

(Then, Burke sits up quickly and jabs Barcode in the eye.)

Rick: Barcode sitting a little too close to Burke and he payed for it.

(Burke, having escaped the hold, begins pulling himself to his corner for the tag to Hurley.)

Eddie: Stop him!

(And Barcode charges, checking Evan Hurley off the apron and crashing into the guardrail.)

Eddie: Or you can do that. Either way.

(Then, Barcode grabs Burke, but The Tiger shoves him away, then plows through him with a clothesline. The momentum takes both men to the floor.)

Rick: And suddenly, things can get ugly here.

(Burke lands hard, but so does Barcode. Burke begins to pull himself up and Riggs climbs to the top rope.)

Rick: Burke doesn't see Riggs!

(Riggs leaps off with a cross-body, but Burke sees him at the very last second and sidesteps the attack. Riggs lands HARD on the floor.)

Eddie: Oh! That backfired in a big way.

Rick: Burke is battling Barcode on the outside now.

Eddie: I smell violence!

Rick: Well, I guess so. Barcode and Adam exchanging some fierce blows, but Burke grabs a wide right hook by Barcode and sends a huge elbow right to his temple.

Eddie: Oh yeah, he�ll be feeling that tomorrow.

Rick: Barcode�s still a little stunned, but gets back to his feet, only to be met with a grapple by �The Tiger.�

(Burke gets a firm hold on Mike, and then begins to lift him into the air with a Reverse Suplex. Burke walks it forwards and sends Mike�s torso crashing into the guardrail.)

Rick: Oh my god, Barcode could have broken a rib with something like that.

Eddie: It�s insanity Rick, we like the Joys of Insanity, don�t we?

Rick: Eddie?

Eddie: We love the joys Rick.

Rick: Look a table.

Eddie: Where!?! (Hurley runs under the ring and grabs a table as Barcode slumps off and into the fans section as IWA crew try to clear the crowd away. Evan runs over to Adam with the table and points Burke to go back in the ring. Burke reluctantly does so as Hurley hops over the guardrail and sets it up way on the outside, then sets Barcode up on top.)

Rick: The fans are chanting for Adam to do it as Hurley is beckoning Adam to do something. Burke takes a few steps back in the ring then sprints towards the ropes, he hops up on top and flies through the air, crashing through the table and Barcode with a fronflip splash!

(The fans begin a massive �Holy Shit! Holy Shit!� chant.)

Eddie: Oh my god, that puts Cruiserweights barely above the suck mark for me, consider me stunned.

Rick: I�m�wow.

(Burke is getting up very slowly. Hurley tosses Barcode in the ring and Burke follows in. He makes a cover.)

Rick: Here it is...

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NO!

Rick: Oh man! We almost had new tag team champions!

(Burke gets back up. He meaures Barcode up and sprints to the ropes. He springboards off the second rope and back in the air with a moonsault, and it connects.)

Rick: Asai moonsault! Beautiful!

Eddie: But it looks like Burke hurt his ankle again!

(Burke is grasping at his ankle, rolling around in obvious pain.)

Rick: This could turn out to be the decider in this match.

(Burke continues to roll around in pain.)

Rick: I think we need medics, folks. Burke, I don't think he can finish this match.

(Barcode is beginning to get to his feet, having rested for so long. Barcode quickly pulls the ref away from Burke and steals his attention.)

Rick: Oh no . . .

WHACCKK!!

Eddie: YES!

Rick: Burke's head was sticking through the ropes and Riggs just layed him in the skull with that chair shot! Now Burke I think is out!

(Barcode leaves the ref, and pulls Burke up. He grabs Burke's head and spins around, dropping him with the swinging reverse neckbreaker.)

Eddie: THE ARMAGGEDON!

Rick: That's Mike Barcode's finisher!

(Barcode makes the cover.)

Rick: No! Not like this!

1 . . . . . . . . . .

2 . . . . . . . . . .

THREE!

NO!!!

Rick: Evan Hurley makes the save! Thank heavens!

Eddie: Ah jeez! It was so close!

(Barcode chases after Hurley, but Evan charges at him. The two collide with Barcode being taken over. Hurley begins laying it to him, and in comes Riggs, to plow Hurley with a lariat, sending him to the outside. Riggs exits the ring only to be tagged in. He enters the ring and pulls Burke to his feet. Riggs with an Irish whip. He charges, but eats an elbow. Riggs spins around and Burke charges out of the corner. But Riggs ducks the shot. He turns and nails Burke with a roundhouse and takes him down with a double-underhook suplex.)

Rick: Burke needs to make the tag!

Eddie: If he wants to win, yeah, I'd say.

(But Riggs won't relent. He has Burke up again. Then, a German suplex later and Burke is back down. Riggs stomps on the ankle a few times before heading back up to the top rope. He measures up when from behind, Hurley shoves him to the mat.)

Eddie: Hey! That's cheating!

Rick: Ha! And it's about time, too!

(Hurley returns to his corner and Burke is crawling. The crowd is getting way behind Burke as he leaps with all his strength.)

(Tag.)

Rick: Here comes Hurley! Plowing through Riggs! An Irish whip and a big clothesline. Riggs back up and he blocked the right. But Hurley stings him with the left. And Evan with a forearm. He launches Riggs in the ropes and a Thesz press takes him down! Listen to the crowd as Hurley lays in to Riggs!

(Hurley gets off Riggs and allows him to get to his feet. Evan pounds on his back and tosses him across the ring with a fallaway slam.)

Eddie: Hurley's winning! This isn't right!

Rick: Evan brings Riggs back up. Another whip to the corner. Evan charges and digs his elbow into Riggs' skull. Ouch! Now he's mounting and here come the right hands.

Crowd: 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...TEN!

(A crowd pop as Evan drops down off the corner. Riggs stumbles out of the corner.)

Rick: Hurley with a kick to the stomach... and there's a stunner! It could be over!

Eddie: ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . Barcode makes the save! Thank you Barcode!

(Hurley fights Barcode with rights. He scoops Barcode up and tosses him over the ropes to the floor.)

Rick: Thank you! And stay out of there until you're tagged!

(Meanwhile, Riggs has gotten back to his feet. Evan turns around and is kicked in the stomach. Then, a HUGE brainbuster drops Evan square on his head.)

Eddie: Wow! Impact times a thousand!

Rick: And Evan won't be moving for awhile after that one.

(With Hurley completely laid out in the center of the ring, "The Angel of Death" Steve Riggs mounts to the top rope.)

Eddie: Riggs is gonna end it here! DO THE SWANTON BOMB, STEVE!

Rick: Hurley is screwed if he gets hit!

(Riggs measures Hurley, while in the corner of our eye we see Adam Burke mounting the adjacent corner.)

Rick: Burke is back up!

(Riggs leaps off rolling forward with the swanton bomb while Burke leaps off.)

Eddie: AH!

(And Burke collides with Riggs in the mid-air, spearing his back. The force drives both men off course, and both men collapse beside Hurley, Riggs on the top of his head and Burke on his right leg. Burke rolls to the floor, clenching his ankle and Riggs lies crumbled.)

Rick: BURKE JUST SPEARED RIGGS IN MID-AIR...BACKWARDS! AND THEY BOTH TOOK NASTY SPILLS!

Eddie: RIGGS IS DEAD, RICK!

Rick: And Hurley is stirring... he sees Riggs...

(Hurley, with one last effort, spins himself over and drapes his arm over Riggs' chest.)

Eddie: And the cover!

(ONE!)

Rick: BARCODE IS STIRRING!

(TWO!)

Eddie: HERE HE COMES . . .

(THREE!)

(Barcode stomps on Hurley, forcing him off. But it's too late. The ref has called for the bell.)

DING DING DING!

Rick: NEW TAG CHAMPS!!! EVAN HURLEY AND ADAM BURKE BECOME IWA TAG CHAMPS!!!

(Barcode is irrate. He grabs the ref and orders him to change his decision. He says no, but probably shouldn't have.)

Rick: Oh no! What's Barcode doing??

(Barcode hoists the ref in the air and drives him into the mat with a brainbuster.)

Eddie: Oh that was ugly in a beautiful sort of way!

(Barcode stomps on Hurley until he bails out of the ring. Then, Barcode aids Riggs out of the ring. The two head to the back, for the first time in awhile, without the tag team titles.)

Rick: And Burke wins another freaking title! Since ariving in the IWA, he's won the Cruiserweight title twice, the International title, and now this! And add to that his two World Cruiserweight title wins, and you've got a damn star, Eddie!

Eddie: Ah, buttons! Him and Hurley just cost me 26 bucks! And they didn't even deserve this win.

Rick: What are you talking about, Eddie? This was a long time coming, and Barcode and Riggs finally got their come-uppens.

Eddie: Bah!

(Burke and Hurley have returned to their feet and in the ring. The ref hands them to the tag titles and the crowd applauds. Burke tries to climb to the second rope, but his right ankle fails and he collapses down.)

Rick: Burke won the title, Eddie, but his ankle was the cost... and this doesn't look good.

(Brandy helps Burke stay up, and he raises the title triumphantly, before focussing completely on staying on his feet. Hurley comes over, and the two embrace, victorious.)

Rick: We're outta time, folks... so long!

(The copyright shit pops on the bottom of the screen, before we fade to an IWA logo. Then, it leaves and we are left in darkness.)

(The end. Up next, some other show.)