(Then, as the music dies, the fans' cheers drift off. We go to the table with Rick Miller and Eddie Reagan.)

Rick: Ladies and gentlemen, what a show we have for you tonight!

Eddie: He ain't kiddin' either.

Rick: We have two incredible main events lined up. The first being a special confrontation between The Boog-man, and the retired Adam Fierce. Fierce, a true legend in our business, is wrestling his first match in over a year. And it wasn't an easy decision, let me tell you. The Boog-man, after all the crap he's put Vincent through - with good reason, mind you - has left Adam with no other choice than to battle it out. Boog-man MUST win to ensure an NWA World TV title rematch with Black Zack Andrews.

Eddie: Fierce is gonna destroy him. I mean, I could sit here and say how great Fierce really is, but that's unecessary, because we all know how bad Boog really is. I mean, my grandma can beat him!

Rick: Our second main event, is Darrel Besolve's first match back since his brutal match at Wrestling Classic against the former World Champion, Adam Knight. Besolve will defend his IWA Heavyweight title against "The Tiger" Adam Burke.

Eddie: And let me tell you, Besolve is a bitter man these days. With all the shit that's happened, he's gonna take out his aggression on anyone he faces. And little Burke just happens to be the first in line.

Rick: "The Tiger" has been on a roll as of late, winning three huge consecutive matches. First, he beats his good friend Super Shoink for the IWA Cruiserweight title. Then, at Wrestling Classic, he defeats Jay Moreno for the NWA World Cruiserweight strat. Then just last week teaming up with his cousin, Evan Hurley, Burke becomes an IWA Tag team champion. With all that steam you gotta give him at least a chance.

Eddie: Yeah. A nun's chance in Vegas.

Rick: Ugh.

Eddie: But the TRUE main event, is Mike Bell putting the IWA Extreme title on the line against Mike Barcode!

Rick: That has been brewing up for a LONG time! Four months ago, it was Mike Bell who beat Barcode for the Extreme title. A couple weeks ago, Barcode defeated his tag team partner, Steve Riggs, for this shot. And he's gonna be ready.

Eddie: Expect some damn sweet violence!

Rick: Of course, the IWA Cruiserweight title tournament will be commencing this week, with three matches. Eddie, this thing is really blowing up. Vincent knows what he's doing.

Eddie: Like him or hate him, he knows how to do things right when he's not medicated.

Rick: Medicated?

Eddie: I've said too much.

[We fade to Mike Barcode sitting in an empty locker room, wrestling gear on, eyes glazed over. The camera circles to the front of Barcode, who smiles at the camera, and slightly chuckles.

MB: I have not much to say. You do these long, drawn out promos meant to intimidate me? You hardly even mention me in the second one! I feel no fear when I think of Mike Bell. I think simply of victory, of the chance to finally topple the man who "legitimized" the extreme title, and brought it to the main event level. [Barcode pauses for a moment, sitting in silence.]

MB: That is true to a degree I suppose, but I can't imagine that being a legitimate title while it sits around your waist. Mr. Bell...you are nothing but a man who gets his ass kicked, and waits for someone else to collapse from exhaustion from the extensive beating you have received, to pin them to the ground. You are a fraud Mr. Bell.

[Barcode stands, and puts a piece of gum in. He moves away from the bench, and backs up.]

MB: I have to get ready now Mike. I have to strengthen myself, and prepare for what shall happen in just...

[Barcode slams himself into his locker.]

MB: A FEW...

[He does it again.]

MB: MOMENTS! MY TIME...

[Barcode rears back and drops his head onto the bench. It bounces back, and he does it again. His nose bleeding, a gash made in his forehead, but he still starts laughing.]

MB: I'll see you Mr. Bell, in the ring. I'm already hurt. There's nothing you can do to me, I can't, or haven't done to myself. Get ready asshole, because you deny the joys of insanity, but they are about to lead me to a glorious win.

[Barcode stares at the camera, unwavering, blood streaming down his face, and we fade slowly to the Rick & Eddie.]

Eddie: ....

Rick: That was somewhat disturbing I think.

Eddie: ...yes.

Rick: Fans, we're gonna take a break. Shoink versus Jeckel, next!

Rick: Welcome back. We've got a huge match to kick things off.

Eddie: Oh yeah?

Rick: Super Shoink and Jeckel fought in a non-title match at Wrestling Classic. In the match, Jeckel was the dominant one. But somehow someway, Super Shoink defeated Jeckel, giving the man his first ever loss. What a huge win it was for Shoink, though. Jeckel beat men like Hurley, Burke, and even the Boog-man with a little help. But in the end, it was little Super Shoink handing him his first loss.

Eddie: But tonight, Jeckel is gonna prove to Shoink that it was a fluke. A fluke, I tells ya!

Rick: To the match! Jeckel's International title is on the line.

[Blur�s �Song 2� hits]

WOOHOO!

[Green and Blue pyro goes off]

[Super Shoink walks out. 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: He doesn't look TOO worried.

Eddie: Not excessively, no.

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

Eddie: Well, maybe.

[ 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. The man known simply as Jeckel is stalking to the ring.]

Rick: He's a scary looking man, that's for sure.

[Jeckel enters the ring. He hands the International title away, never taking his eyes off of Shoink.]

(The Bell Rings)

[Both men start circling around the ring, and lock up. Jeckel muscles Shoink down a little, then snaps him into a side headlock. Shoink squirms out, and hits Jeckel with a few punches to the head, then runs him to the mat with a bulldog.]

Rick: Jeckel moves back to his feet. Super Shoink again punches Jeckel in the head, then Shoink spinning mule kicks Jeckel, who manages to duck, and hook the leg, and Russian legsweep Shoink!

[Jeckel back up, waiting for Shoink who slowly gets back up. Jeckel hit�s a belly-to-back suplex, and goes for the cover.]

Eddie: 1.�2...Oooooo. So Close.

Rick: Shoink and Jeckel back up, Shoink goes off the ropes, and nails Jeckel with a diving elbow!

Eddie: See Shoink,� he has only the tiiiiiniest of chances here Rick. Upset once, good for you�upset twice�uh�uh�poo.

Rick: What the hell?

Eddie: I was trying to do what you do. Commonertate.

[Jeckel takes Shoink' legs, sets them, up, then hooks his head and applies an STF.]

Rick: �

Eddie: STF from Jeckel, Shoink�s gonna tap! He�s gonna tap!! No! NO! NO! MY GOD NO! NOOOO! Jeckel breaks the hold and pulls Shoink back to his feet! MY GOD THE VIOLENCE! THE VIOLENCE!

Rick: I..uh..oh jeez.

[Jeckel whips Shoink over into the corner, then runs over and hits an elbow. He ducks down and begins hitting Shoink with charging shoulders to the midsection.]

Eddie: Dig it!

Rick: Great�great. Jeckel moves away, and quickly Shoink gets out of the corner. He hit�s a dropkick, and climbs the turnbuckle!

[Shoink gets up top, and flies off with a diving moonsault. He connects, and slams his hand on the mat for the referee to count.]

Eddie: 1.�2...3! NOOOOOOOO! The ref says two!

Rick: It wasn�t really that close Eddie�I mean�Shoink looks like he might of hurt Jeckel�but he kicked out right at two.

Eddie: THE SUSPENSE!

(Shoink and Jeckel are back on his feet. The two lock up, followed by Shoink monkey flipping Jeckel to the mat. A huge "Shoink" chant starts.)

Rick: The crowd showing their support for the underdog! Shoink needs to capitalize on this situation, as soon as possible! Every moment that passes I�m more and more convinced he can win the International Title!

(Jeckel gets up, Super Shoink pokes him in the eyes, and Jeckel backs himself into the nearby turnbuckle.)

Eddie: THE DEADLIEST MOVE IN THE BOOK! The legendary "Nature Boy" Buddy Rogers�eye stab of death!

Rick: Do you even listen to yourself anymore?

Eddie: OF DEATH!

Rick: Shoink with the ten punch in the corner on Jeckel, as the crowd chants along.

(ONE�TWO�THREE�FOUR�FIVE�)

Rick: The people are really behind Shoink right now!

Eddie: Damn right Rick. Shoink going WAY beyond the ten punch right now�MY GOD! It�s�a twenty punch!

Rick: No, I think he�s just hitting him a few extra times.

(Shoink smacks Jeckel a few extra times, but Jeckel works his hands up, and shoves Shoink halfway across the ring.)

Eddie: Woah!

(Jeckel climbs to the top turnbuckle, and launches. He lands with a big leg drop, and slowly picks up Shoink.)

Rick: Jeckel laughs, and hit�s the Ticket to Hell!

(Jeckel covers)

Eddie: ONE!!!

Rick: TWO!!!

Rick and Eddie: THREE!!!

Rick: Jeckel beats Shoink! And he puts the critics to rest.

Eddie: I knew it! Shoink's win was a fluke! JECKEL RULES!

(The IWA-tron lights up with a shot inside the IWA President�s office. Fierce, Levin, and Vincent sit at the special table fashioned for the three of them. Besolve stands near them, leaned up against the wall. We join Levin, Fierce, Besolve, and Vincent in mid conversation.)

Levin: I just think we should think out whatever we do, that�s all.

Vincent: Expansion sounds good though.

Levin: Like I said, lets think things through. Besides, we have tonight to work out. Darrel, you seemed something less than happy when you came in.

Darrel: Damn right, I did. Who in the hell cooked up the idea of me facing Burke?

(Each of the three men at the table shuffle some papers and mutter, none admitting to the signing.)

Vincent: Why aren�t you happy?

(Besolve looks down at his chest, which is still heavily taped from the injuries he sustained at WC.)

Darrel: A week off isn�t exactly enough to be in top form, not after the match Knight and I had.

Fierce: Speaking of which, they should have given you the title on general principal. You kicked the shit out of Knight with that gaping cut across your chest; imagine what you would have done to him if you went in ready.

Vincent: Well, you will get your shot�

Darrel: The subject is Adam Burke. (Cold stare to Vincent) I take care of everything you ask without complaint; all I want to hear from you is, �Darrel, I got your back if your shoulder hurts; we�ll take care of it.�

(The boss smiles and stands. He approaches the corporation�s champion with that same smile tattooed on his face.)

Vincent: Champ, I got your back. If your shoulder hurts, we are going to take care of everything.

(The Future nods.)

Darrel: Good.

(Once Vincent has drawn close enough, he wraps his arm around the massive man�s good shoulder.)

Vincent: And when that shoulder heals, we are going to make a field trip to Ohio, right?

(Darrel smirks, recognizing the tit-for-tat of their deal.)

Darrel: Your call.

Vincent: That�s why you�re our guy, Darrel.

(Vincent smiles. Commish Levin speaks next, to Adam Fierce.)

Levin: And what about your match with Boog tonight?

Fierce: My match? My match against Boog is taking place for the reason that I want to show Boog that he can't cut it anymore. When me, a retired former wrestler beats him, he'll then realize that it's over. Then, as you wanted all along, Mike, he'll be out of our hair.

(An evil smile appears on Vincent's face.)

Levin: But if you lose, than we're back where we started, aren't we? Mike, win or lose, this will end. Promise me, this will end!

(The smile has disappeared. Vincent looks at Levin, angered by the possibility of Boog winning. Then, he looks at Fierce.)

Vincent: Beat him good.

(The scene fades out.)

Rick: We're back, fans, and we're just about ready for the first of three Cruiserweight tournament matches this evening.

Eddie: Oh really? Is that so? Or is it that you are insane?

Rick: . . .

Eddie: Speachless. Ha. I knew I was right.

Rick: Anyway, the match pits XTC of the BJCW, a man who once wrestled a match in the IWA, against Jimmy O'Shields, a rookie from RW with a ton of potential.

Eddie: Wait a sec. XTC wrestled in the IWA?

Rick: Yeah, on our first show since the rebirth. Don't you remember the Cruiserweight title 6-man elimination match? Matt Saunders won. Remember, Eddie?

Eddie: No, I don't. I couldn't even tell you what I ate this morning, really.

Rick: I see. I think it's time to head to the match.

("Hate me now" by Nas & Puff Daddy slowly begins to play and "XTC" Dane Black walks down the aisle to a mixture of cheers and boos. He steps onto the apron, then vaults over the top rope. XTC removes the BJWC Havoc title from his waist and sets it in the corner, then pulls on the ropes while waiting for his opponent.)

Eddie: Why does he have that belt with him?

Rick: XTC was able to retain that title at the BJWC PPV in a triple threat match, and appears to be proud of that.

Eddie: But it's not an IWA title, so it doesn't mean crap.

(The open guitar riffs of Sabotage by the Beastie Boys fills the arena as Jimmy O'Shields reaches the entrance area wearing a black t-shirt with Jimmy O emblazoned across the front and his red and blue wrestling pants. The crowd cheers slightly as he pauses briefly and raises an arm in acknowledgment to their cheers. He slowly makes his way down to ring, high-fiving a few fans along the way. Jimmy stands up on the apron outside of the ring, facing the crowd, and raises one fist up into the air. The fans cheer a little louder. He steps through the ropes and awaits the bell.)

Eddie: This yutz isn't a champ too, is he?

Rick: Actually, Jimmy won the Vic Vary Uninvitational Battle Royal just a couple of days ago and was declared the RW Cruiserweight champion.

Eddie: At least he didn't bring that title with him this week...

DING DING DING!

(XTC walks to the center of the ring with his hand extended. Jimmy meets him, and XTC slaps him across the face. XTC with a boot to the midsection of O'Shields, and he shoves him into the corner. XTC slaps O'Shields, then lays into him with a series of knife edge chops.)

Eddie: WOOO!!!!

Rick: Why do I put up with you?

Eddie: I make you look good...

Rick: That you do, that you do.

(XTC whips O'Shields into the ropes, and hits a big backdrop. XTC follows up with a quick stomp to the chest, and then drops an elbow on O'Shields. XTC pulls O'Shields back to his feet. XTC with a front facelock, and he sets O'Shields up for a suplex. O'Shields blocks, and goes for a small package.
1......2......kickout.)

Rick: O'Shields showing his quickness there, and he almost beat XTC right there.

Eddie: He should have used the tights. That would have gotten him a sure win.

(O'Shields to his feet and he meets XTC with a right hand to the face. XTC staggers back and O'Shields whips him into the ropes. Leapfrog by XTC, who then slides through O'Shields legs. XTC grabs O'Shields in a waistlock and attempts a release German suplex, but O'Shields lands on his feet. O'Shields quickly hits XTC with a dropkick between his shoulderblades, then nips up to his feet and pulls XTC up. O'Shields applies an armbar, and XTC gets to the ropes quickly to force the break.)

Eddie: When do we get to see blood Eddie? I want someone to use a chair.

Rick: Eddie, some people prefer to do it the old fashioned way and wear down their opponent without cheating.

Eddie: Bah...

(XTC locks up with O'Shields and forces him into the ropes. XTC whips O'Shields into the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but O'Shields ducks and comes off the ropes with a clothesline of his own. O'Shields pulls XTC to his feet and slams him to the canvas again. O'Shields drops an elbow on XTC, then applies a reverse chinlock. XTC to his feet and he fires several elbows into O'Shields gut. XTC whips O'Shields into the ropes, then hits an armdrag. XTC pulls O'Shields up and hits a snap suplex, and waits for O'Shields to get up. O'Shields to his feet and XTC levels him with a spear. XTC drags O'Shields to the corner, and slams his face into the turnbuckle as the crowd counts along.)

Eddie: Why does everyone stop after slamming their opponent's face into the turnbuckle 10 times? I would do it until he was in a coma.

Rick: Why don't you ask Riggs the next time you see him? I am sure he would be happy to answer your question.

(XTC pulls O'Shields up and hiptosses him out of the corner. XTC perches himself on the second turnbuckle, and waits for O'Shields to get up. As O'Shields does, XTC comes off with a double axehandle. O'Shields drops and XTC goes for a nonchalant cover. O'Shields kicks out before one, and both men get back up. XTC puts a hand in the air for a test of strength, then tries to kick O'Shields when he gets close. O'Shields grabs his leg, and follows up with a dragonscrew legwhip. XTC rolls out of the ring and begins to waalk around the outside. O'Shields follws him out and XTC takes off in a sprint. He slides back into the ring with O'Shields right behind. XTC hits O'Shields with a quick sliding dropkick, then begins to stomp on him furiously.)

Eddie: FINALLY!!! Violence. It is about time that they got going.

Rick: XTC has the upper hand now. Let's see how much stamina O'Shields has in him.

(XTC pulls O'Shields to his feet and applies a side headlock. O'Shields counters with a belly to back suplex, and both men get back to their feet. XTC off the ropes, and hit hits O'Shields with a flying forearm. XTC pulls O'Shields to his feet and whips him into the ropes again, then knocks him down with a reverse elbow. XTC drops a knee to the head of O'Shields, then pulls him up. XTC goes for a suplex, but O'Shields manages to land on his feet behind him. O'Shields quickly snaps XTC over with a belly to back suplex, and both men are down. The referee begins the count and both men crawl towards the ropes. XTC pulls himself to his feet and then grabs a handfull of O'Shields' hair. O'Shields fires off a series of desperation punches to the midsection of XTC, and then grabs his head. O'Shields drops to his knees and TC's jaw bounces off of O'Shields' head. O'Shields to his feet and he motions for XTC to get up. O'Shields levels him with a clothesline, then another. XTC staggers back to the corner, and O'Shields follows him in. O'Shields up to the second turnbuckle and he grabs XTC, then monkey flips him out of the corner.)

Rick: It looks like O'Shields still has something left in him after all.

Eddie: It's about time. XTC has managed to control most of the match.

(O'Shields to his feeet quickly and he pulls XTC into a standing headscissors. O'Shields lifts XTC up and holds him for several seconds in the piledriver position, then drops straight down. O'Shields follows up with a legdrop off the second rope, and goes for the cover. 1....2...kickout by XTC. O'Shields lifts XTC to his feet and then hits a beautiful overhead release belly to belly suplex. O'Shields to the corner and he waits for XTC to get up again. O'Shields charges in and hits a swinging neckbreaker on XTC, then goes for the cover. 1....2....foot on the ropes by XTC.)

Rick: XTC mnages to get his foot on the ropes at the last second.

(O'Shields pulls XTC to his feet and gets a waistlock on XTC. German suplex by O'Shields, and he pulls XTC back, then applies a full nelson. O'Shields again snaps XTC over, and goes for the bridge. XTC manages to get up, and thumbs O'Shields in the eye. XTC off the ropes and he attempts a hurracanrana. O'Shields holds on and drops XTC on the top rope, then uses the top rope as a slingshot, spins around and plants XTC in the center of the ring with a powerbomb.)

Eddie: XTC IS DEAD!!! O'SHIELDS IS MY NEW HERO!!!!

Rick: That's it, no more Dew for you before we go on air.

(O'Shields pulls XTC to his feet and whips him into the corner, then crushes him with a clothesline. O'Shields pulls XTC back up and sets him on the top rope, then climbs up behind him. XTC tries to fight O'Shields off, but O'Shields sends him to the canvas with a top rope German suplex. O'Shields rolls over and makes the cover. 1....2....3!!!)

Eddie: HE GOT HIM!

Rick: A hard fought match by both men, but XTC falls to the youngster from Ricochet Wrestling. Jimmy O'Shields becomes the first man to enter the second round!

[Cut backstage.]

Eddie: MIKE BELL!

[The fans begin to cheer as the IWA Extreme Champion "The Natural" Mike Bell enters the arena. He has his hair pulled back into a pony tail and has the IWA Extreme Title over his shoulder. He is wearing a black and white TTO t-shirt, and he walks right up to Tyler Firkus.]

Bell: Tonight Tyler, you are going to bare witness as to why they call me the greatest IWA Extreme Champion of all time. For you see Tyler, it was merely 5 months ago that I took Mike Barcode and I beat his ass from pillar to post. I beat his ass all over the arena and I took from him what he now craves...

[He looks up at the ceiling for a moment and then back at Tyler]

Bell: The IWA Extreme Title. You see Tyler, it was all about going after Byron Tanis in the beginning. He was my main target, but as you can plainly see it didn't take long for me to step up and take gold in the IWA.

[He turns to face the camera]

Bell: Barcode, you seriously misjudged me 5 months ago. Sure, I had the world fooled with the Deja Vu gimmick. Hell, it was only because I was after Tanis the entire time. But when the opportunity came for me to hold the Extreme Title...

[He smiles]

Bell: I just couldn't pass it up. But hey, I can tell you this much right now Barcode. You had better get ready to go more hardcore than you have ever gone before. That little escapade, beating yourself senseless earlier. Well, that's nothing compared to what I can, and will do. I am going to up the ante, push the envelop even farther, try to surpass even the matches that I had with Chris Mann because I have a plan Barcode...

[He turns back to face Tyler Firkus]

Bell: Yes Tyler, I have a plan

Firkus: And what is the plan Mike?

[Mike Bell continues to look at him]

Bell: You know Tyler, it is great to have you back as my regular interviewer. Do you feel the same as I do?

Firkus: What is the plan Mike?

Bell: Sure you do Tyler. It is only natural for you to be happy about being in my good graces again. I know that you are happy to be here in the IWA, I know that you are tickled pink about having Marc Davis's job as my interviewer.

Firkus: What is the plan Mike?

["The Natural" rubs him on the head...messing up what little hair he has]

Bell: So take care Tyler. We must do this again sometime...

[Mike Bell then walks away, leaving Firkus shaking his head.]

Eddie: Bell vs. Barcode for the Extreme title is later tonight! I'm drooling in anticipation!

(We return from break, to the back.)

Eddie: Backstage again?

(The Triad - Burke, Hurley, and Shoink - are shown approaching their dressing room. A huge crowd pop follows. Shoink has his head lowered, having lost his match earlier.)

Rick: It looks like three of the NeWA�s hottest stars are in the house. I like The Triad.

Eddie: You would.

Shoink: I lost to Jeckel. I'm sad.

Hurley: Just think, Shoink. You're the only man to ever beat him!

(Shoink brightens up.)

Shoink: Yeah! Come to think of it, you lost to him!

Hurley: I did.

(Shoink looks at Burke. Burke seems very nervous.)

Shoink: And so did you!

(Burke nods.)

Shoink: Twice!

(The Tiger lowers his head in shame.)

Burke: Awe. He's right.

(Evan opens the door and enters his dressing room first. As he and Burke disappear into the room, Shoink hears a rasping whisper�)

Fierce: Hey, kid.

(Then, the screen is split with inside the room on one side and outside on the other.)

(When Shoink turns his jaw meets a pair of brass knuckles. His lip busts immediately, leaking blood.)

Rick: What the... did you see that??

(Not hearing what is going down, Burke and Hurley enter the room. The door opens into the room, so the corner is covered as they walk in.)

Rick: I should have seen this coming.

(Shoink staggers backward, but a lunging cross from Fierce drives him to the ground.)

(A few steps inside the room, Evan tosses his bag to the ground. Before Burke knows what hit him, the door flings open and smashes him in the face.)

Burke: GAHH!!!

Eddie: What�s up with the door?

(Outside the room Fierce dives on top of The Shoinker, driving those skull crackers into his face; again. He follows up with a short elbow smash to the face. Meanwhile, inside, Besolve appears from behind the door with a baseball bat. With a swift shot to the spine, Darrel smashes Evan�s kidneys. The downed NWA World Cruiserweight Champion watches as �The Future� steps over his cousin and drives the bat like a piston into the back of his head. All at once, Hurley is motionless.)

Eddie: GOOD GAWD!

Rick: What the hell is wrong with Darrel Besolve? He has absolutely no respect for anyone�s health lately. He could seriously hurt Evan!

Eddie: After everything he has been through lately, the guy isn�t all there.

(After gaining the upper hand, Fierce lifts a battered Shoink to his feet and drags him to the right. An open door waits, into which he tosses The Shoinker. Fierce pulls the door shut and twists the key, which was waiting in the door. With the key still pressed in, SS is trapped.)

Rick: This is NOT good.

(Darrel Besolve is heartless, raising the bat again. Evan is at his mercy, which is a horrible place to be. Burke struggles to get to his feet, in order to help his family, but Darrel is too fast�he drives a second downward shot to the base of Hurley�s skull. He gets there a moment too late, pushing Darrel away.)

Eddie: What a setup! Fierce has neutralized Shoink and Darrel is taking care of the rest; this is great!

Rick: This is sick! Who knows how bad Evan is hurt and I can�t help but think that the corporate muscle has more bad intentions.

(Fierce turns and rushes into the room. Adam Burke kicks Darrel in the stomach and grabs hold of the bat. Taking advantage of the momentum from the kick, Burke bull rushes Darrel into the wall. The little man is trying to wrestle the bat away from the demented superstar.)

Eddie: I can�t believe Adam drove Darrel backward! He is pissed! What happened to his fears?

Rick: LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!

(The split screen rejoins as Fierce drives an elbow into Adam�s back; effectively killing his chance of getting the bat.)

Darrel: (Taking a deep breath) This little bitch is pesky.

Rick: This is too much! They are eliminating Darrel�s competition for tonight!

(Fierce racks Adam off the wall, then follows up by punching him in the ribs with the brass knuckles. AF smiles as he tosses Burke to the ground.)

Rick: How is anyone supposed to stop two guys like Fierce and Besolve when they have the boss, and thus the law, on their side?

Eddie: You�re not; that�s the point. Duh.

(As Burke tries to get to his feet, Fierce kicks him in the nuts from behind. After �choking up� on the bat, Darrel swoops down in one swift motion and cracks Burke on the back of the head. Adam is dazed and out of it.)

Fierce: I�ll get his leg.

Eddie: Somewhere Mike Vincent, the genius, is smiling.

(Sure enough, Fierce grabs and outstretches Burkes leg. Darrel takes a step back, winds up, and uncoils like a rattle snake with the bat across the knee. Burke�s scream pierces the air as he grabs at the area.)

Darrel: You thought coming here with your little boyfriends made you safe?

(Besolve kneels down and looks at Adam.)

Darrel: If you are signed for a match with me, you are never safe. Struggling is pointless. Believe that.

(Burke takes a swipe at Darrel, but Fierce was on top of things, twisting Burke in such a way that the shot was way off target. Besolve rises to a vertical base slowly, with a bit of a soft chuckle.)

Darrel: You�re not listening, Adam.

(Shaking his head, he crashes another shot into Burke�s knee. Adam�s shrieks are gut-wrenching. )

Rick: This is wrong. Mike Vincent should never allow this type of thing to happen. Darrel Besolve is a self-centered maniac who is willing to do anything to anybody.

Eddie: And those are his good qualities.

(Fierce lives up to his name, gripping Burke�s leg and ruthlessly smashing it with those brass knuckles. His fury is unleashed within a barrage of fists. Adam struggles, but never stood a chance. Darrel starts to walk out of the room, looking down at Hurley as he passes. He spits on the young superstar, who hasn�t moved since the attack. Afterward a smirk covers his face.)

Darrel: You should have stayed Violent, you worthless piece of trash.

(Hearing Darrel seems to snap Fierce back to reality, as he slows and then stops punching. As he releases, the degree of damage they have done is recognizable. Adam�s knee has been smashed being believe, Shoink is locked in a janitor�s closet, and Hurley is going to need medical attention.)

Fierce: (While exiting behind Darrel) I hate light work. These pansies should have stayed hid in Burke�s dungeon.

(Cut back to ringside. Rick is mortified. Eddie is smiling.)

Rick: Sick.

Eddie: Smart.

Rick: Evil.

Eddie: Successful.

Rick: Whatever you want to call it, Burke is in trouble. His knee is really trying to heal, but that attack won't help one bit. I just hope that Burke will be OK by match time.

Eddie: It doesn't matter. The outcome isn't debatable. Besolve retains.

Rick: Whatever the case, it's time to move on. Up next, we have the second first round match in the Cruiserweight title tournament.

Eddie: Cruiserweights? I want the juggernaught-type guys bloodying each other to hell!

Rick: That's why no one cares what you think.

Eddie: Who cares about cruiserweights?

Rick: For one thing, Mike Vincent. This tournament, Eddie, has major implications. Whenever you get guys from all over the alliance together, it means a lot. And whoever wins this tournament will not only be the IWA Cruiserweight champion, but you have to believe he'll be a top contender for the World Cruiserweight title, held by "The Tiger" Adam Burke.

Eddie: Alright, enough chit-chat... lets get this thing over with.

("Trampoline Girl" by Rod Torfulson's Armada featuring Herman Menderchuck plays, and fans all look to the entrance way.)

Eddie: Hey Rick, who does this song?

Rick: I can't pronounce it, Eddie. I'm not even gonna try.

(Shortly after, we are greeted with Scooter. Scooter is smiling today. It's not a normal smile, of course.)

Eddie: What a nutcase. I mean, really. Did you catch his promo earlier this week when he threw that tantrum because he hated his life and then he got happy and said he's gonna beat Trickster and then the promo ended. Did you see that?

Rick: Yes, Eddie. Yes.

(Scooter frolics to the ringside and slides in the ring. He mounts a turnbuckle, and gets random cheers from the Toronto crowd.)

Eddie: He hasn't done anything nutcassy yet.

Rick: Stop making up words, Eddie.

Eddie: Shut up, dimplewhacker.

Rick: Ugh.

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

Rick: Trickster seems to me to have a world of potential. Maybe he'll make a name for himself with a win over Scooter here tonight. (Trickster storms to the ring and slides in. Then, the bell.)

DING DING DING

(Scooter immediately charges Trickster and hits lightning quick right hands. Trickster absorbs several shots before tossing Scooter across the ring.)

Rick: Whoa! Trickster isn't a very big guy from a wrestling standpoint, but compared to Scooter...

(Scooter charges and fires some more shots, only to be thrown back to the mat.)

Eddie: Compared to Scooter he's the green frickin' giant!

(Scooter is back up. This time, he doesn't attack. But Trickster does and pays for it, being taken to the mat with a drop-toe hold. Scooter fires in a right to the temple before Trickster gets back to his feet. Scooter hits him with a dropkick, sending him in the corner. Now, Scooter runs in a circle before charging the corner. But he eats a boot. Trickster hops on the second turnbuckle, and leaps over Scooter with a victory roll.)

Rick: He might have him . . . ONE . . . TWO . .

Eddie: Kickout. He didn't have a chance.

(Both men back up. Scooter with a stinging forearm to the face. He grabs Trickster, whipping him in the ropes. Trickster counters with a flying clothesline, and he powers Scooter to the mat.)

Rick: What a move. Now, Trickster's locking on a cross-armbreaker! If he gets this applied it could be over!

Eddie: Scooter reachecs the ropes! He's got the bottom rope!

(Trickster is forced to release the hold. Scooter gets to his feet, but is stomped back down, and stomped right out of the ring. Trickster bounces off the ropes with a baseball slide dropkick but Scooter moves. Both men on the outside, and Scooter fires a kick to the gut. He takes Trickster and a snap suplex smacks him off the mats. Trickster pulls himself up and is whipped into the guardrail, before being tossed into the ring. Scooter now begins his ascent to the top rope.)

Eddie: Little man's gonna fly!

(Seconds later, Scooter is airborne with a moonsault. But, Trickster moves out of the way.)

Rick: Costly error! Trickster needs to capitalize large.

(And he does. After getting back to his feet, Trickster pulls Scooter up. He whips him in the ropes. Scooter flies back and is speared down to the pits of hell!)

Eddie: GAWK! What a freaking spear! It's over! It's SOOO over!

(The cover.)

Ref: ONE .............. TWO ............... THR-NO!

Rick: Scooter got the shoulder up! Man, that was close!

(Trickster is a little annoyed with Scooter, and he shows it, tossing Scooter back in the corner. A couple of knife-edge chops follow, ringing through the arena. Then, with the force of at least a fully-charged Power Wheels truck, Scooter is sent into the opposite corner. But Scooter uses the momentum to jump up the turnbuckles and flip over a charging Trickster.)

Rick: What a counter! Trickster turning around now... a kick to the gut.... and the SCOOTERIZER!

Eddie: The what??

Rick: Scooter just PLANTED Trickster with that Diamond-cutter like maneuver out of nowhere!

Eddie: And now let me guess. He's going up top, right?

Rick: Right you are.

(Scooter climbs to the top. He measures up, taking enough caution, then leaps off spinning and twisting and the such.)

Rick: CORKSCREW PLANCHA! And he nails it!!

Eddie: Scooter's going for the cover... this might be it...

1!

2!

3!

Rick: YES! Scooter wins and moves on to the second round of the Cruiserweight title tournament!

Eddie: Tough break for Trickster. I really thought this would be his day.

Rick: Yeah?

Eddie: Nah, I couldn't care less, actually.

Rick: Your sense of value is very tainted, Eddie.

Eddie: M'eh. (Scooter springs to his feet, and grabs a microphone.)

Scooter: I just want everyone to know something, and I'm going to tell it to you here tonight.

(Dramatic pause.)

Scooter: Spark, I love you baby!

(Dramatic pause.)

Scooter: Also Super Shoink I am going to kill you.

(Scooter runs away.)

Rick: . . .

Eddie: Yyyyyes . . .

Rick: OK fans, it's time for the first hour main event!

Eddie: I didn't know we had one.

Rick: Forget it, Eddie. Folks, Fierce is coming out of retirement for this ONE match! Against a man who has seen Fierce's amazing career frontrow.. a man who himself has an amazing career, in my opinion surpassing even Fierce's...

Eddie: Cuz you're a dumbass, Rick.

Rick: .... Adam Fierce goes against The Boog-man.... RIGHT NOW!

(The crowd silences. Then, "Shortstop" plays. And the fans immediately burst into a cheer.)

Rick: Boog's popularity is up there with anyone in the Alliance.

Eddie: You're all dumbasses!

(Then, Boog comes out. The cheers only grow louder.)

Rick: Wow, this ovation is sick... in a good way, though.

(Boog heads to the ring. Confidence adorns his face. He enters the ring. The music stops.)

(Silence.)

(Then, "Big Dumb Rocket" blares loudly. Adam Fierce steps out. He receives a huge cheer, despite his heel status.)

Rick: It's like nostalgia, Eddie!

Eddie: Nostrol...ga?

(Fierce appreciates the cheer. He seems almost surprised. Adam wears his former wrestling attire: black and red wrestling pants and black boots. He wears an IWA t-shirt. Fierce marches to the ring. He's smiling as he stares at "The World's Original.")

Rick: Adam Fierce must have some ring rust, and his former injuries might hold him back... but he is confident none-the-less.

Eddie: What, you don't think he still trains? He's an athlete, Rick. Athletes always stay in shape.

Rick: Very good point, Eddie.

(The pop continues strong as Fierce continues a slow walk to the ring. He reaches ringside and enters the ring. Fierce rips off his IWA shirt, revealing the same large frame he's always had.)

Rick: The Boog-man needs to win this. A loss here would mean no TV title shot... and The Boog-man desperately wants a rematch against Black Zack Andrews.

Eddie: Boog�s past his prime, so we only have one true, functioning legend in Adam Fierce.

Rick: That is a matter of opinion and Boog has proven critics wrong many times in the past.

Eddie: We�ll just see this time. The bell rings and this one is underway!

DING DING DING!

Rick: Fierce charges forward to meet Boog in the middle. Boog shoots in for a collar and elbow tie up, but is bulled over by Adam; who drives him into the corner. Fierce grabs the second ring ropes on both sides of Boog and lowers himself.

Eddie: Diving shoulder blocks into The Boogster�s ribs. Adam is putting every bit of force he has into those shots.

Rick: Boog is feeling the effects too, without anywhere to go and any way to cover up. Fierce stops shooting in the shoulders long enough to send Boog to the far side with an Irish whip. The World�s Original moves the ring an inch from the impact. He staggers backward, only to be met with a rushing AF.

(Heel pop)

Eddie: That is going to leave a mark, for sure. Fierce just speared Boog from behind, forcing him chest first into the turnbuckles.

Rick: Adam looks fierce tonight; he hasn�t given Boog any room to breathe. Jumping back to his feet, he seeks to further his advantage.

Eddie: Look at the height he gets with that guillotine leg drop! After the leap his leg connects right across Boog�s throat; flawless execution from Fierce. He goes for the cover.

1...

Rick: It is early, but Boog has taken quite a barrage.

2...

KICKOUT! (Crowd Pop)

Eddie: That was a slow count.

Rick: How can you say that? It was perfect. Three seconds for the fall, he was right on.

Eddie: Well exxxxxxxxcuse me for having an opinion.

Rick: Adam shares your belief that it was a slow count. After jawing with the referee or a moment about it, he pulls Boog back to his feet to continue the offensive. Boog is nearly at a vertical base�

(Massive crowd pop)

Eddie: Elbow to the ribs from Boog! Leaning down, he launches up another big shot, which sends Fierce backpedaling. This is bad.

Rick: Freed from Adam�s clutches, Boog rocks him further back with a right hand. Fierce�s back meets the ropes as Boog fires another right. Grabbing his wrist, he sends him into the opposite side. Boog hits the near side ropes to get a full head of steam�

Eddie: Thesz Press! Boog just nailed Adam with a perfect rendition of the Great Lou Thesz�s finisher. We could have a winner; this cradle can be nearly unbreakable.

1�

Rick: The impact of the press had brought Adam�s legs up behind Boog and Boog has snatches one of Adam�s legs to make this an even harder escape.

2�

Eddie: HE�S COUNTING FAST!

KICKOUT! (Crowd sigh)

Rick: He wasn�t counting fast, you moron.

Eddie: I�m Mormon, not a moron.

Rick: I need a new job so bad, it hurts.

Eddie: You think you�re hurt? Think about poor Fierce, Boog has him back on his feet.

Rick: Boog wraps Adam in a waistlock before rushing him into the ring ropes. Boog is looking for a rollup here�

Eddie: HAHA, Reversal by Fierce; he held the ropes, causing Boog to roll backward alone.

Rick: Boog gets back to his feet quickly, but is met with a dropkick to the chin! Both men scurry to their feet after that move, looking for an opening�

Eddie: FOUND ONE!

Rick: FIERCE GOES LOW WITH A KICK BETWEEN THE LEGS!

Eddie: Well, if he was looking for an opening on Boog�

Rick: SHUT UP! Boog is down and he looks to be out of it, as could be expected. Adam takes a second to try to regain his composure. Seeking to put a finishing touch on this match, he lifts Boog up again.

Eddie: AF is marching Boog to the corner. (Sounding giddy) This could be bad for Boog, WOOO-WHO.

Rick: Bad indeed, Fierce is scooping Boog onto the turnbuckle. He is climbing up after him, he must be looking for a superplex!

Eddie: When he hits this, it is all over.

(Massive heel pop)

Rick: Fierce locks in a front chancery, this one could be over�

Eddie: It is! It is!

(HHHHHUUUUUGGGGGEEEE FACE POP)

Rick: REVERSAL! REVERSAL BY BOOG! He just tossed Fierce to the canvas!

Eddie: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

Rick: ELBOW OF ANNIALATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Boog just lunged off the top with the EOA!

1�

Eddie: KICK!

2�

Eddie: PLEASE KICK!

(Huge Face Pop)

3!!!

Rick: It�s all over! Boog Wins! Boog Wins! I told you he wasn�t over the hill!

Eddie: Ah, jesus!

Eddie: Adam should have accepted help from Vince or Darrel. This is bad. Very bad.

(The crowd is cheering insanely. The Boog-man has climbed back to his feet. He is ecstatic, feeling the energy of the thousands of screaming fans. Adam Fierce slowly gets to his feet. Barely standing, he stares across at Boog. Boog approaches him and offers a handshake.)

Rick: Boog wants to patch things up! He wants to end this. They've fought out their differences, and he wants this to end. But, does Fierce?

(Adam stares at Boog, contemplating the offer. Then, Fierce accepts with a brisk shake.)

Rick: They just shook hands!

Eddie: Good eye, Rick. Man, this sucks! I hate Boog.

(Fierce quickly pulls away and exits the ring, wanting to leave as quickly as possible. He exits the stage area, and the focus returns to Boog.)

Rick: I'm gonna rub this in your face for months, Eddie.

Eddie: I hate you, too.

[Boog hits a corner and celebrates, still slightly tired and weary from his match. However, he made one fatal mistake.]

[He turned his back on the entranceway, so he�d have no idea of the guy coming down the aisle right now, black trenchcoat flowing in the wind behind him.]

Rick: Who the...?

Eddie: It�s the TV Champ!

[Indeed, Black Zack, quick as lightning, has slid into the ring, and is walking over towards Boog slowly, almost stalking the fan favorite. Boog, leaping off the turnbuckle, turns and jumps back to the canvas...only to have Black Zack slap a hand on his throat.]

Rick: No way! Boog�s just got done fighting! He can�t do this!

Eddie: You stop him, then. He only controls our membership to the alliance.

[Boog struggles, but in a state where he�s been weakened by the match with Fierce, he can�t break the deathgrip Black Zack�s got on his throat. Black Zack pulls him in, and...]

Eddie: Annnndddd...chokeslam! Woo hoo!

Rick: What a travesty!

[The fans are now starting to bring the boos up for Black Zack, who stands over Boog. And miraculously, Boog�s standing!]

Eddie: Wha? How the hell is he getting up?

Rick: Boog�s tenacious, I�ll give him that. But look at the look on the TV Champ�s face!

[A quick cut reveals Black Zack to be scowling at Boog�s resistance. He stands behind Boog, holding his right hand high in the air.]

Eddie: Another one! He�s gonna drop him with ANOTHER chokeslam!

Rick: No way. No. NO!

[But the pleas go unheard, as when Boog stands and turns around, BZA grabs him AGAIN by the throat. With one hand and some ease to spare, Black Zack lifts...and SLAMS Boog down to the canvas.]

Rick: I can�t...

Eddie: Wait, wait, let me call it. Annnnnddd...the chokeslam!! YEAH!

Rick: This is a disgusting display by our TV Champ and Executive Board member...and now he�s gonna speak? Ugh...

[Indeed, Black Zack has a mic in his hand.]

BZA: [mockingly] �Unfortunately, Beezee, I have your number still. I always did.�

[A pause, as Black Zack chuckles.]

BZA: Is that how you welcome an old friend back to the ring? Is that how you welcome your old friend back from a small hiatus? Is that the kind of respect you show for a man...nay, a GOD...who is actually worthy of holding the World Television Title?

[As he says this, he parts the jacket he wears and pats the Television Title. The fans boo him, of course.]

BZA: You had your shot once, Boog. You had your shot of proving yourself worthy when you stepped in the ring at Wrestle Classic. So what happens, Boog? [BZA stomps on Boog.] Whose shoulders did I pin in the center of the ring? [Stomp.] Who felt the pain that the Fall of Darkness brings, Boog? [Stomp.] Who fell short, Boog? [Stomp, stomp, stomp, BOO!!! by the fans]

Rick: Come on, enough is enough.

BZA: That�s right, Boog. I beat you once. I pinned your shoulders right in the center of the ring, despite your best efforts. And yet, somehow, you have my number, and you always have.

[Black Zack chuckles a little before he stomps Boog once again.]

BZA: So now, right after I get done...savoring the soul...of one Brad Baggs down in Louisiana...I come face to face with you.

[BZA shakes his head.]

BZA: And this time, Boog, it�ll be final. It�ll be the last bitter pill for the grizzled old veteran to swallow before he rides off into the sunset.

[BZA chuckles to himself.]

BZA: Don�t worry, Boog. I won�t kill you. Not this time, old man. Our blood feud is over. Our quest for fire has come to a conclusion. This is merely an epilogue...a little going away present. May 16th, Boog...

[Black Zack now grabs Boog by the throat, picking him up to his feet. He can barely stand, having taken so much abuse from both Fierce. BZA walks him over to the edge of the ring.]

BZA: [in Boog�s face] ...NO ONE can escape the Fall of Darkness.

[And with that, BZA lifts the man again, hoisting his body above the ropes before throwing him down to the floor with a third devastating chokeslam. The fans roar in disapproval, showering the ring with boos...which seems to get Black Zack�s attention.]

BZA: Cry foul all you want to, IWA. Mourn your soon-to-be fallen warrior. The fact of the matter is that he�s not worthy to stand in the path of change and withstand the Blackout that shall come to pass. The NWA as you know it will soon change. I have come down from the heavens of the Wrestling Palace to be the true Revolution Man and carry the National Wrestling Alliance to heights that you people couldn�t even dream of. It starts here, with the World Television Championship. And those of you...[looks at Boog�s prone form being tended to by medics]...who have no place in the new world order...shall surely fall before The Revolution Man�s dark hand.

[The fans boo some more. Loudly. BZA simply smirks at them.]

BZA: Welcome to the first day of the Last Days.

[And with that, �Rock is Dead� hits to a round of raucous boos and catcalls as Black Zack exits the ring, walking coldly down the aisle.]

Rick: Just when I thought the NWA was headed to new heights... this guy comes around and tries to mess things up.

Rick: OK fans, we're back.

Eddie: Say Rick. Did you know that PNW is back in the NWA!

Rick: I did. And I'm ecstatic! The PNW is, without a question, one of the top promotions in NWA history! This can only be good for the Alliance.

Eddie: Yeah, I used to watch them... back when they were called LCW.

Rick: Uh, Eddie. The PNW was never the LCW. Limestone City Wrestling is a former member of the Alliance, but they broke apart a long time ago.

Eddie: Are you sure?

Rick: Yes, Eddie. I'm sure.

Eddie: Oh. Well, what's next on the agenda?

Rick: We have the third and final Cruiserweight tournament match this evening.

Eddie: Another one? Jeez..

Rick: Eddie, you're about one word away from a smack across the face! These cruiserweights are some of the best in the world! Any TRUE wrestling fan would be salivating at this tournament!

Eddie: Bah!

*SMACK*

Eddie: AH!!

Rick: You thought I was kidding??

Eddie: I hate you!

Rick: Anyway, IWA's own Steve Riggs will take on a man who's been tearin' it up on the american indy scene, Simon Jones.

Eddie: You mean, he's not even in the NWA?

Rick: Well, not yet.

Eddie: And he gets a shot at the IWA Cruiserweight title?

Rick: Apparently, he's more than ready to step up. I've heard so much of this kid. But, to beat Steve Riggs, a former HCWF Champion and one of the top wrestlers in the IWA today... he'll need to do more than step up.

Eddie: You're kidding. I kid from the lowly indy scene is gonna wrestle Steve Riggs in the first round?

Rick: You got it.

Eddie: HA! This should be short.

[Everything goes silent; some blue lights then flash at the top of the entrance ramp as Simon Says by Drain STH begins to play over the P.A. system.]

#Be, I wanna be,
#Just like you, what you do I want too.
#Bleed, I'm gonna bleed,
#To belong I would give all that you need.

Eddie: Why does that song sound familiar?

Rick: Because it's Simon Benson's theme music, too!

Eddie: Ha! Does every Simon have this entrance?

Rick: Maybe.

[Simon Jones walks out from behind the entrance curtains and onto the entranceway; he is dressed in royal blue coloured shorts as well as royal blue knee pads and royal blue boots. As the music continues to play, Jones takes a moment to glance around the fans before then walking down the ramp, towards the ring; the blue flashing lights die down.]

#I would give my life to get some rest,
#But I'll do anything when Simon says.
#Throw your hands in the air,
#Wave 'em around like you just don't care, yeah.
#Throw your hands in the air,
#Wave 'em around like you just don't care, yeah.

Rick: Simon Jones is receiving a small reaction from the crowd, although that�s not surprising as he is basically an unknown to these fans.

Eddie: The fans just simply don�t quite know what to make of Jones.

#Reap, I wanna reap,
#Everything that you sow I will keep.
#Creep, I'm gonna creep,
#And I'll do it again and again and again and again.

[Simon Jones enters the ring and goes and stands in one of the corners to await his opponent as his entrance music concludes.]

#I would give my life to get some rest,
#But I'll do anything when Simon says.
#Throw your hands in the air,
#Wave 'em around like you just don't care, yeah.
#Throw your hands in the air,
#Wave 'em around like you just don't care, yeah.

Rick: Now, we await Steve Riggs.

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

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

[The last word is barely heard, when Steve Riggs steps out from the locker room area. He walks towards the ring. For the first time in awhile, he is without the IWA Tag Team belt.]

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

[Riggs slides in the ring and immediately begins laying it into Jones.]

DING DING DING!

Rick: Riggs is starting this quick. Look at those rights! And now, a whip into the ropes. Jones comes back... hiptoss. Jones back up, and he goes down the same way. Again, he's up. Riggs with a third hiptoss.. but it's blocked! Jones with a knee to the chest, and a gutwrench suplex!

(Riggs isn't down long. Jones meets him up with a kick to the stomach. Jones with a whip, but it's reversed. Jones goes into the ropes. He comes back fast and eats a dropkick.)

Eddie: Nice dropkick from Riggs!

Rick: It sure was. Now Jones is rolling out of the ring for safety.

Eddie: But Riggs is following out. Does Simon know about the weapons-friendly ringside rule?

(Riggs grabs a steel chair. Jones looks at the ref, who isn't doing a thing. Jones is shocked.)

Rick: Guess not.

(Jones runs the hell away. Riggs chases after him, but Jones slides back in the ring to real safety. Riggs dives in with the chair. He's about to swing, but the ref yanks it away.)

Eddie: Dang ref.

(Jones uses the opportunity, nailing Riggs with a spinning heelkick that knocks him into the corner. A big splash follows, and Riggs is stumbling around. Jones grabs his head, turns him over and plants him with a reverse DDT.)

Rick: Simon Jones is showing a lot of talent early on. And I think he's going up top.

(Jones is on the top rope. He measures up Riggs.)

Eddie: Simon says fly!

(He leaps off with a big splash. But Riggs moves.)

Eddie: No good!

Rick: Rookie mistake from the... uh... rookie.

(Both men return to their feet. Riggs with a kick to Jones' back. Then, he hoists Jones in the air. A monstrous powerbomb echoes in Jack Gatecliff Arena.)

Rick: What a powerbomb! And the cover!

Eddie: Riggs makes short work of Simon Jones.

(ONE . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . THR--KICKOUT!)

Eddie: What?

Rick: Jones still has a lot left, I think.

(Riggs pulls him back up. A vicious whip and Jones hits the corner hard. Riggs takes a run and dives his shoulder into Jones' body. Riggs backs up and hits him again. And a third time he digs his shuolder into Jones. Then, he lifts Jones up and sits him on the top rope.)

Rick: Here we go.

(Riggs begins to climb up. He throws Jones' arm over his head.)

Rick: Riggs setting up for a superplex . . .

(And he nails it.)

Eddie: YES! And here's the pin!

1!
2!
3!

KICKOUT!

Eddie: Ah hell.

Rick: The young Simon Jones ain't done yet.

(Riggs brings Jones back up. He hits an atomic drop and Jones is stunned. Then, a big German suplex drops Simon on his head. But he begins pulling himself back up. Riggs meets him, whipping him across the ring into the ropes. Riggs charges with a clothesline but Jones ducks.)

*WHAM*

(Down goes the ref.)

Rick: Oh no! Riggs just layed out the ref!

Eddie: It was an accident!

Rick: I never said it wasn't. Wait a minute... here comes Riggs' tag team partner, Mike Barcode!

(Barcode is sprinting down the aisle. Cuts are on his face from his attack on himself.)

Eddie: Sweet!

(Barcode grabs a chair and slides in. Riggs brings Jones up and holds him steady in a full-nelson.)

Rick: Things don't look good for Simon Jones!

(Barcode winds up with the steel chair. Then, he fires.)

SMACK!!!

Eddie: MY GOD!

Rick: Jones ducked! Riggs goes down!

(Jones kicks a shocked Barcode in the stomach. Then, he grabs Barcode's head and drops him with a diamondcutter.)

Rick: Jones calls that the Future-Shock!

Eddie: Whatever it is, it just took Barcode down and out of the ring!

(The crowd has started to get behind the underdog as he leaps up to the top rope quickly. Jones stands perfectly balanced. He measures Riggs up carefully, then leaps off, flipping ridiculously fast.)

Rick: 450 SPLASH!!!

(He nails it!)

Eddie: Oh my god!

(And the ref, having just come to, crawls into place. He makes a long count.)

ONE!

Rick: THIS COULD BE A HUGE UPSET!

TWO!

Eddie: You gotta be kidding me....

THREE!!!

Rick: JONES WINS! JONES BEAT RIGGS!! WHAT A FREAKING UPSET!!!

Eddie: I can't believe it!

Rick: Neither can the crowd!

(The entire audience is cheering, fueled by their hatred for Riggs and Barcode and by the huge shock. Jones climbs to the turnbuckle and raises his arms, seemingly shocked himself.)

Eddie: I can't believe what I just witnessed!

Rick: Uh oh. Barcode is back up.. and he's got that chair!

(Back in the ring with the chair, Barcode waits. The cheers begin to fade the crowd knows what's about to happen. Simon Jones hops down from the top turnbuckle. And then... *WHACK* .... He goes down big.)

Eddie: CHAIR ON SKULL! How do you like it, Jones?

(Riggs is now back up. Realizing what just happened, he's furious. Steve grabs the chair away from Barcode. He winds up and fires.)

*WHACK*
*WHACK*

Rick: Two BIG shots! This isn't right!

(And then, a third final shot, more vicious than the others.)

*WHACK*

(Riggs throws the chair down. He spits on the body of Simon Jones. Then, Riggs' music plays and The Hardcore Contingent head to the back to a chorus of boos.)

Rick: Simon Jones wins, joining Jimmy O'Shields and Scooter in the second round... but he payed a big price.

[We return from break. Eddie is drooling.]

Rick: Welcome back folks. As you can probably guess, it's time for Mike Bell and Mike Barcode to duke it out for the Extreme title.

Eddie: Sweet dilley!

Rick: This shou...

Eddie: SHUT UP! TO THE RING! TO THE RING!!

Rick: Bu...

Eddie: NOW! NOW!!!

[The lights cut out. "Sabotage" by the Beastie Boys slowly starts to fade into hearing range]

I can't stand it I know you planned it /But I'm gonna set it straight, this watergate /I can't stand rocking when I'm in here /Because your crystal ball /Ain't so crystal clear

[The lights flicker.]

So while you sit back and wonder why /I got this fucking thorn in my side /Oh my God, it's a mirage /I'm tellin' y'all it's sabotage

[The lights flicker faster. Bright. Dark. Brighter. Dark. Even Brighter. Dark. Then an explosion rocks the arena as the lights slowly grow brighter. Mike Barcode walks out, and stops at the top of the ramp. He breathes deep, and continues to the ring.]

So listen up 'cause you can't say nothin' /You'll shut me down with a push of your button? /But I'm out and I'm gone /I'll tell you now I keep it on and on

[Barcode enters the ring, jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle, and stares at the crowd. He gets back down, and stands center ring.]

Rick: Mike Barcode is all cut up from his "warm-up" earlier on.

Eddie: Oh, he's just....EXTREME!

[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]

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

Rick: Eddie, this match has been brewing for so long. If you will recall, it was Mike Barcode who first won the Extreme title in the new era IWA. And it was Mike Bell, then known as Deja Vu, who was the man who defeated Barcode for the belt. Since then, Bell has been on an Extreme rampage, bringing the title to new heights. Meanwhile, Mike Barcode was slowly getting better and better. And tonight, he gets his long awaited rematch for the belt!

Eddie: This is sweet!

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

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

[BONG]

[BONG]

[BONG]

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

[BONG]

[BONG]

[Then you hear a voice]

voice: For whom the bell tolls

[BOOM]

[BOOM]

[ZIP]

[ZIP]

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

[Then "Sirius" by the Alan Parson's Project begins to play and the fans begin to cheer as they can see someone coming through the fog and down the entrance ramp. The cheers get even louder when it is seen as the IWA Extreme Champion "The Natural" Mike Bell who is standing at the base of the entrance ramp. The roar is almost deafening as he is standing there in his normal attire of long wrestling pants and a black and white TTO t-shirt. His long hair is pulled back into a pony tail and his IWA Extreme Title is over his shoulder. He then begins to make his way towards the ring and he stops just short of the ringsteps when he notices that a laser light has formed in the middle of the ring and it begins to rotate the words "The Natural" in a counter clockwise direction. He then enters the ring and waits for the match to begin]

Rick: Hold on to your hats, folks. This'll be a hell of a ride!

Eddie: I can see it now... Tables and chairs and breakage of bones! WOOO!

DING DING DING!

(Immediately, Bell is staggering after a stinging shot from Barcode. Bell is caught off guard with another blow and it sends him reeling. Barcode now drives the knee into Bell's stomach, and a hiptoss sends him across the ring. Bell hurries up and is run through by Barcode. The Extreme champ now pulls himself up. Barcode charges again, but Bell avoids a kick, and sweeps Barcode off his feet.)

Rick: Smart tactics by the Extreme champ. "The Natural" has really elevated the Extreme title, by bringing it a whole new psychology to the Extreme division.

Eddie: You can say that. Or you can say he hurts people very, very well.

Rick: Hmm. I suppose that will do.

(Both men back up and a kick to the stomach sends Barcode bent over. Bell is quick with a go-behind and attempts a suplex, but it's blocked. Barcode with a series of still elbows, loosening the hold. Barcode tries for a last elbow but Bell ducks it. The momentum carries Barcode face-to-face with Bell. Then, "The Natural" takes Barcode down with a fierce neckbreaker.)

Eddie: C'mon, get with the weopons!

Rick: In time, Eddie. Let it build up first.

Eddie: Ah, buttons!

(Barcode pulls himself back up. Bell immediately goes for a DDT, but a blatant low-blow takes Bell to his knees.)

Rick: Ouch!

Eddie: You're tellin' me! The future looks bleak for the Bell family.

(Now, Barcode slides out of the ring.)

Rick: Barcode rummaging around under the ring, and pulls out a bag of something.

Eddie: But here comes Mike Bell, with a baseball slide!

Rick: Barcode's down on the outside of the ring, and here comes Bell. What's in the bag? It's just laying there as they fight.

Eddie: Who knows, because Bell is trying to take Barcode out early. Both men outside near the end of the enterance ramp, as Bell lifts Barcode high above his own head, drops Barcode down, straight onto HIS head! Everyone got that?

(Bell gets back into the ring, and waits.)

Rick: It seems like Barcode is pulling himself back up.

Eddie: He ain't close to out, Rick. He gave himself a worse beating earlier in the night!

Rick: Yeah, I suppose you're right.

(Barcode slowly stands, and grabs the bag that fell from earlier. Bell tries for another baseball slide, but Barcode moves, and dives his elbow into the champion's groin.)

Eddie: THAT'S not right. Ouch.

Rick: That's two low-blows in how many seconds? Jeez... you have to be a freaking idiot to wrestle these days!

Eddie: You just called the entire NeWA roster idiots.

Rick: Uh... I did, din't I? Shitty.

(Barcode enters the ring as Bell gathers himself. Barcode opens up the bag, and dumps it's contents all over the area.)

Rick: TACKS! So many thumbtacks! Bell in the ring is trying to stand, but Barcode nails him with an shot to the back of the head, and manuevers him into the nearby turnbuckle. Oh no...

(Barcode's lifting Bell up over his head. But Bell shifts his weight enough to lower himself to his feet. Then, he lifts Barcode in the air and slams him onto the mat with a backbody drop.)

Eddie: Wow, he JUST missed those thumbtacks!

Rick: That woulda hurt.

(Barcode gets back up and receives a dropkick. It knocks him into the corner. Bell hits a loud chop and the crowd "WOOOS." A snapmare brings Barcode over to a seating position. Then, a stiff kicks to the back of the neck echoes in the area.)

Eddie: Damn fine kick, I must say.

Rick: And now Bell's going to the outside... and he's got his first toy!

Eddie: God bless the steel chair.

(Bell reenters the ring, folded steel chair in hand. Barcode has gotten back to his feet. He turns around.)

(WHACK!)

Rick: Barcode got rocked with that shot!

(*THUD* Barcode falls flat on his back. Bell hooks the legs.)

Rick: And the cover! ONE . . . . TWO . . . Barcode gets the shoulder up!

Eddie: Ooh, close.

(Bell pulls Barcode up, and in a fury sends him crashing into the turnbuckles. The Natural follows in and splashes Barcode. The former IWA tag champ stumbles out and is scooped up by Bell.)

Rick: Uh oh. Looks like Bell is tying Barcode up in the tree of woe! And you know what happens next!

Eddie: Oh goody, goody, goody!

(Bell picks up that steel chair and the crowd really gets behind him. Bell approaches the corner. He winds up for the shot of all shots to the exposed body of Mike Barcode.)

Rick: The swing . . .

Eddie: NO! Barcode just tossed something at Bell's face!

Rick: Thumbtacks! He just threw tacks into Bell's face!

(Bell staggers around the ring, face in his hands, while Barcode struggles free. Finally, Barcode falls to the mat. He climbs to his feet and Bell turns around. Bell charges blindly, but he's easily sidestepped, then tossed into the corner face-first. Bell backs out and is clubbed in the back of the head. Bell begins to stagger.)

Eddie: Barcode's going for that steel chair now. Gotta make use of it if it's in the ring!

(Bell turns and *WHACK* goes the chair. Bell falls to his knees in a lifeless hump. Barcode grabs him and pulls him back to his feet. Barcode steps onto the second turnbuckle, and stuffs Bell's head between his legs.)

Eddie: These guys are right in front of the thumbtacks!

Rick: Barcode's lifting Bell up now, over his head... Barcode's on the second rope folks... and here it comes...POWERBOMB! POWERBOMB OFF THE TURNBUCKLE ONTO THOSE TACKS!

Eddie: Mike Bell is out! This has gotta be done!

(Barcode holds on for the pin, and places his feet illegally on the second rope.)

ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICKOUT!

Rick: Thank god for that! That's not how I want the title to change.

(The crowd lets out a sigh of relief as Bell rolls away from the tacks onto his stomach. Dozens of tacks stick into his back.)

Eddie: Damn, these guys are loony... in the best possible way, of course. Not in the Adam Burke way.

Rick: That definitely looks more than painful.

(Barcode exits the ring in search of another way to put Bell away. Reaching under the ring he comes into contact with . . . )

Rick: A box of lights! He's got Bell's trademark box of flourescent lights!

Eddie: Hell, why not? Whatever works, works.

(Barcode climbs back in the ring, box of lights under his arm. He drops the box and reaches for Bell's head.)

Rick: BELL WITH A ROLLUP!

1!
2!
NO!!!

Eddie: Oh man! Damn! Wow! Jeez!

(Barcode furiously stomps on his opponent, in respond to the nearfall. The crowd gets on Barcode's case and in turn he spits a wad of blood towards the crowd.)

Rick: That's a little sick.

(Barcode turns back to Bell. He lifts The Natural up to his feet. Barcode goes for an Irish whip, but Bell hangs on and converts into a vicious spinebuster onto the remaining thumbtacks.)

Rick: And just like that, Bell is back in this thing!

Eddie: More like, both men are now OUT of this thing.

(Bell lies motionless while Barcode riles in pain. Barcode first begins getting back to his feet. Hanging against the top rope, he stares into the camera. Blood drools from his mouth as he smiles for us fans.)

Eddie: Wow. What a heart.

(And Bell, opposite side, has gotten to his feet. Barcode turns around and receives a kick to the side. Another kick. Barcode catches the third, but an enzigurri drops him back down.)

Rick: That was quite a shot to the back of the head, I must say.

(Bell grabs Barcode. He scoops up the former tag champ. Taking a run, Bell powerslams Barcode in the center of the ring. Then, he pulls the box of flourescent lights towards him. The crowd lights up.)

Eddie: Oh man, I am so pumped!

Rick: Really? I couldn't...

Eddie: WOOO!

Rick: ...tell.

(Bell rips off the lid. He pulls out the first of the lights and places it over the chest of Barcode. Bell grabs a second, then a third and puts them parallel to the other one. Then, a fourth and a fifth complete his efforts. Now, the Extreme champ grabs a steel chair. He places the folded chair on top of the lights.)

Rick: Uh oh... I think I know what he's doing.

(Suddenly, Barcode begins to slowly move. Bell senses this and grabs the last of the lights in the box.)

Eddie: Get him Bell! Before he rolls everything off of him!

(And then, Bell holds the light like a sword. With one swift shot, the glass shatters against the side of Barcode's head!)

Rick: AHH!

Eddie: WOO!

Rick: Barcode is gonna feel that come winter!

(Now, "The Natural" Mike Bell begins to mount to the top rope. Very slowly, as the match has taken its toll already. Perched on the top rope, he measures up his opponent.)

Eddie: Here we go...

(Bell leaps off, arms and legs spread out. He floats in the air like a feather and comes crashing down like a boulder.)

*CRRRAAASSHHH!!!*

Rick and Eddie: OH MY GOD!!!

(The crowd is on their feet with a loud "HOLY SHIT" chant. Bell climbs back to his feet and raises his fist in response. Barcode, however, is nearly decapitated. Then, Bell dusts off the shards of glass and hooks the legs.)

Eddie: This is SOOOO over!

(..................1!)

(..................2!)

(..................KICKOUT!)

Rick: How in the hell?

Eddie: My thoughts exactly!

(Bell sits up, nearly mortified that he didn't get the victory just then and there. Then, "Got Ur Self A Gun" by Nas plays. Bell stands up and looks at the entrance ramp.)

Rick: That's Terence Harris' music, Eddie!

Eddie: That bastard ain't comin' out to attack Bell, is he?

Rick: I think he is!

Eddie: Well, where is he?

(After 10 seconds or so, the music shuts off. Bell shakes it off, and waves out someone from the back.)

Rick: I think he's getting backup! (Bell leaves the ring and grabs two tables from underneath. He slides them in the ring, then he begins to set them both up side-by-side.)

Eddie: WOO! Bell's got the tables and ... what the ...

Rick: What is going on here?

(It appears that a forklift has begun to make its way down towards the ring with a huge cinder block on its arm. The driver of the forklift is very noticeable....)

Rick: Wait a minute, that is "The Mental Rapist" Sean Jackson and why is he bringing that huge block to ringside?

Eddie: Could it have anything to do with those two tables that Bell stacked up?

Rick: This doesn't look good.

(Bell finishes setting up the table just as Sean Jackson, in the forklift, reaches ringside. He places the cinder block on the tables by using the forklift. With that block in place, Jackson backs the forklift away from the ring and to the side.)

Rick: OK, I'm worried for the safety of these guys.

Eddie: Why worry? They know what they're doing.

(Sean Jackson then exits ringside into the crowd...but not before grabbing a steel chair from ringside. He stands in a pocket of space in the front row. Then, he squeezes some brilcream onto the chair.)

Rick: Oh boy. I've heard of this. It's the brilcream chairshot, Eddie! I think he's waiting for Terence Harris to show!

(Bell makes sure everything is properly in place. Then, he exits the ring in search of goodies. But, he turns around to the ring, where Mike Barcode has just lept from.)

Rick: SUICIDE DIVE!!! BARCODE TAKES BELL DOWN!

Eddie: But at what cost? Barcode was already nearly freaking dead!

(Both men are down and seem to be out. But of course, they aren't. Bell, even though he suffered the last attack, gets to his feet first. He's shaky, but manages to stay up. Barcode now begins getting up. Bell with an elbow to the back of the head. Then, "The Natural" picks up Barcode in a bearhug type move and then ramps him back first into the corner post. Bell then brings him out and repeats it two more times.)

Rick: That had to hurt as Barcode's back is getting punished right now.

Eddie: It is apparant that he has gone into this match concentrating on the neck and back of Barcode.

Rick: That must mean that the request for him to dust off the mat skills fell on deaf ears.

Eddie: Mat skills? He is the Extreme Champion dipshit. He doesn't need to use mat skills, you can't cause blood by using mat skills.

(Then, Bell tosses Barcode behind his back with a belly-to-belly suplex. Then, he rolls him in the ring. Bell follows inside. Barcode pulls himself up, barely. But, Bell with a serious German suplex, nearly takes the former tag champ's head off.)

Rick: What a damn suplex that was.

Eddie: Yeah, but nothing broke.

Rick: Except Barcode's neck!

(Mike Bell sets Barcode up on the top turnbuckle and then climbs up with him. He hooks him up in a standing suplex position, facing the tables with the big cinder block.)

Rick: This doesn't look good for anyone.

(Bell then suplexes Barcode onto the cinder block and they both go crashing through the block, and the tables.)

Eddie: OH MY GOD!!!!

Fans: HOLY SHIT....HOLY SHIT

Rick: MY GOD FANS, WE JUST WITNESSED ANOTHER DEATH DEFYING MOVE FROM "THE NATURAL"!

(There is absolutely no movement at all from either Mike Barcode or Mike Bell. Then, Bell has just enough strength to put one arm over on Barcode as the ref goes to make the count.)

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

Eddie: BELL RETAINS!

KICKOUT!!!

Rick: NO! Not yet, Eddie!

Eddie: But how??? How???

(Then, as they both lay still, as "Got Ur Self A Gun" plays for a second time.)

Rick: Uh oh... I think we might see Terence Harris come out!

Eddie: Or maybe he won't like last time. Maybe he's just playing mind games!

Rick: Problem is, I don't think Bell can even hear the music!

(A shot of Sean Jackson. "The Mental Rapist" is standing where he was. The Brilcream chair is his arms as he is ready to pounce on Harris if he shows up. Then, from behind, we see a new figure inching closer.)

Rick: Oh shit! Terence Harris is BEHIND JACKSON!

(Then...)

WHACK!

Eddie: And he just levelled Jackson with that shot!

(The ever-impressive ref senses this attack and devoids his attention from the two dead guys. He tries to stop Harris, but...)

WHACK!

Rick: And Harris just left the ref laying! He's a member of the BWA as far as I know, folks, and he just layed out an IWA ref! This is seriously not a good thing!

(Terence now grabs the ringbell. He approaches the wreckage inside. Bell is just now getting to his feet, but he doesn't seem to know where he is.)

Rick: Don't do it! Security! We need security! (Terence winds up...)

[DING!]

Rick: Oh my god, he just hit Mike Bell hard with that ring bell!

Eddie: NO!!

[DING!]

[DING!]

[DING!]

[DING!]
[DING!]
[DING!]

Rick: Someone stop this please!

[DING! DING! DING! DING!]

(And finally, Harris drops the ring bell. He exits the ring and begins to walk slowly to the back as the crowd boos beyond recognition. Then, Sean Jackson, waking from his attack, chases after Harris. The two disappear through the crowd.)

Rick: This is nuts, Eddie! This is just nuts!

(Then, we see the ref returning to his feet.)

Eddie: It's even nuts for the ref! Wait, on second thought, that's quite normal.

(Back in the ring, Barcode drapes his arm over Bell.)

Eddie: NOOO!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-NO!!!

Rick: WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?

Eddie: I'm a little shocked, too!

(Barcode is livid. He wipes blood away from his eyes then pulls Bell up. Barcode sits on the top rope, and pulls Bell up with him.)

Rick: Mike Barcode is gonna end this now!

Eddie: He needs to! Both these guys have lost too much blood!

(Barcode, in a jolt, hoists Bell over his back. He tries for a powerbomb, but Bell is able to hold on to the top rope, and no one goes anywhere.)

Rick: Bell blocks!

Eddie: The Natural with big elbows to the head. He turns around... he's got Barcode by the neck! THE NATURAL DISASTER!

(Bell tries to leap off, but now Barcode is holding on, preventing the top rope diamondcutter. Then, Barcode grabs Bell in a reverse DDT position. Suddenly, he throws Bell over his back on Bell's stomach. Barcode now stands up, then throws Bell down HARD, drilling his face into the mat.)

Rick: TOP ROPE INVERTED POWERBOMB!!! BELL'S FACE JUST SMACKED AGAINST THE RING!

Eddie: I ALMOST CAN'T WATCH!!!!

(Then, Barcode allows himself to fall off the top, onto Bell. The ref slides in position for the count.)

ONE!

. . .

TWO!

. . .

. . .

. . .

THREE!!!

Rick: HE GOT HIM!!

Eddie: BARCODE WINS?!?!?!?

Rick: BARCODE WINS!!!

Eddie: Mike Bell lost the Extreme title!!!

Rick: For 4 months, Bell has carried the title with such prestige... and finally, it's the man who he won the belt from, who finally pries it from his fingers!

Eddie: Mike Bell (beep)ing lost the Extreme title!!! I can't believe it!

Rick: I, for one, am just glad the madness is over!

[We return from break to the parking lot area, where Terence Harris is seen walking fast.]

Rick: It's Terence Harris!

Eddie: He cost Mike Bell the Extreme title! Let me at him! Let me go, Rick!

Rick: I'm not touching you.

Eddie: You're lucky, Terence.

[Terence has his bags over his shoulder and is heading for his car, when he is stopped by Tyler Firkus.]

Firkus: Tee!!

[Terence turns around and see's Tyler running up to him. Terence drops his back and gets a look of disgust on his face.]

TH: What do you want Firkus, I'm busy man. I have to get down to Shrevesport. I got a match tomarrow night.

Firkus: What the hell are you doin here, and why did you once again attack Mike Bell?

TH: Ty, are you that fuckin stupid. Why the hell else would I be in Canada, I work here.

Rick: What?

Firkus: You work here? Are you saying that you have joined the IWA.

TH: Nah...Yes you fuckin moron.

Firkus: Why did you attack Mike though?

TH: For the same reason every other one of his friends have attacked him, to teach that little bitch a much needed lesson.

Firkus: A lesson? What kind of lesson are you trying to teach him.

TH: Man I ain't got time for this shit.

[Terence grabs Tyler by the shirt collar, lifts him up and talks in a low angry voice.]

TH: You wanna know why I attacked Bell, cause I felt like it. He's a little bitch, thinkin he's hardcore now.

[Terence puts Tyler back down, he straightens Tyler's shirt for him, rolls his neck and continues.]

TH: He wants hardcore, well I guess he'll get hardcore then.

[Terence picks up his bag and turns. He heads to his rental car. Suddenly, a loud scream is heard from behind. A pan over shows a bloodied and battered Mike Bell dragging himself across the lot towards Harris, wielding a crowbar. The crowd roars.]

Rick: There's Bell! He wants revenge!

Eddie: Get him, Mike! Get him!

[Harris sees him and hurries inside his rental car parked nearby. He starts the engine as Bell reaches the car. Bell takes a swing with the crowbar and shatters the back window, right before Harris takes off, squealing the tires. Bell is left in a bloody rage.]

Eddie: Shit! I hate Terence Harris!

Rick: OK, we're back. No more breaks, it's time for Besolve and Burke. The much-awaited contest will not disappoint, I promise you that much.

Eddie: How can you promise that? You don't know what will happen.

Rick: Well, I guess I can't, really... forget it. Let's get on with this huge contest.

(The lights fade a bit, but then nothing happens. The audience was cheering at first, expecting an entrance, but they�re wondering a bit at what�s going on. Meanwhile there is a faint beat until�)

#I�m in over my head�

(Lit�s �Over My Head� begins to play as a blue fireworks blast hits the entrance apron, revealing �The Tiger� Adam Burke, paused in front of a massive blue strobe light, giving him a black outline.)

Rick: Here he is. The challenger, from Austin, Texas. The current World Cruiserweight champion, and IWA Tag Champion, Adam Burke!

Eddie: The world's most successful coward.

Rick: Heh.

#They wanna try and build me up / So they can tear me down / I wish that I could be back there / But I'm right here right now

(Burke, alone, begins to nervously walk down the ramp, looking back behind him every couple of seconds. Meanwhile the Jumbotron displays Burke getting nailed with people�s finishers.)

Eddie: Um... kay? Burke's video package shows himself getting killed... that's a little... odd.

Rick: Yes. Yes it is.

# They've taken everything that I've had to give and / They say it's over but man I'm still here livin� / I don't know what to do, I think that maybe

(Burke quickly rolls underneath the ropes into the ring and dashes up top of the nearest turnbuckle. He grabs the NeWA World Cruiserweight Title and the IWA Tag Team Title and lifts them high above his head as blue fireworks cascade down from the rafters.)

# I'm in over my head / Stuck in the red / Somethin they said / Makes me think that I'm in over my head / Over my head / Over my head

#I Am Ironman#

(The familiar guitar riff plays out and blue and gold laser lights begin flashing around the dark arena. After flailing around the arena, the laser lights begin flashing in a single spot in front of the entrance ramp. The crowd boos loud, before an arrival. Darrel Besolve steps into the mixed laser light, adorned in a long, black wrestling robe. The robe is lined with white rhinestones around the edges..)

Rick: This is Darrel's first match since his brutal encounter at Wrestling Classic. He suffered a lot of damage during that match, and one's got to wonder if he's even ready to wrestle tonight.

Eddie: From the look on his face, I think he's ready.

(Besolve paces to the ring. Bitterness and rage leak from his presence. A quick glimpse of Burke in the ring. He's almost quivering with fear.)

Eddie: (sarcastically) Yeah, this'll be a close match.

(Besolve enters the ring. He removes his robe, revealing bandaged ribs and shoulder.)

Rick: This man is nuts, to fight in this condition.

Eddie: Nuts, and very, very dangerous. Besolve's rage-o-meter is spillin' over the top, and he's gonna release it on "The Tiger" Adam Burke.

Rick: You're right about that, but Adam Burke, he may not seem like a threat, but he can, and does get the job done. He's a 2-time IWA Cruiserweight champ, a former International champ, and the current IWA tag champ. Add to that his 2 World Cruiserweight title reigns and you gotta respect this man. Otherwise, you'll pay for it when you least expect it.

THE BELL SOUNDS!

Rick: And we're off!

(Besolve with a massive swing but Burke ducks it. Burke scampers away from the grasp of Besolve. The big champion charges with a lariat but again, The Tiger ducks it. He kicks Besolve in the stomach, but Besolve is uneffected, and fires back, plowing Burke to the mat with his arm. Burke wisely rolls out of the ring.)

Eddie: C'mon, coward!

Rick: Damn, Eddie, just call the match.

Eddie: That's your job, toots.

Rick: Did you just call me 'toots'? Ugh.

(Besolve challenges Burke to enter the ring. The Tiger seems petrified. He hops on the apron, keeping a very close eye on his opponent.)

Eddie: Just get in already!

(Burke finally enters the ring, making damn sure Besolve is nowhere he attacking distance. Now, the two begin to circle each other. Besolve is the aggressor, swinging with a right. The quicker-than-a-flee Adam Burke spins around and catches Besolve in the stomach with a kick. He fires a series of sharp kicks, knocking Besolve into the corner. Then, Burke finishes the set with a leaping spin-kick to the neck of Besolve. "The Future" falls to his ass. Burke is ecstatic that he's winning, and raises his arms. The crowd is applauding his efforts.)

Rick: Don't let up yet, Burke. Not with Besolve.

(Burke turns around and is tackled to the mat. Besolve, mounted on the World Cruiserweight champion, begins pounding him with lefts and rights like a maniac.)

Rick: Oh damn. There goes that. NEVER turn your back on an angry Darrel Besolve.

(Besolve continues firing shots that could knock out a cow. Finally, the ref forces himself in between, and Besolve gets to his feet. Adam Burke rolls out of the ring to the floor for safety.)

Eddie: Burke is gettin' murdered! Just like I said.

(Burke checks his lip. He has begun to bleed. Now, a look of utter fear returns to his face. He circles the ring and begins heading to the back, making sure Besolve doesn't follow.)

Rick: Burke's leaving? He can't leave! This is a title match!

Eddie: What a freaking coward! I told ya... world's most successful coward!

Rick: The crowd is booing Burke! This has got to be the first time I've EVER heard this! They LOVE Burke!

(Suddenly, Burke stops mid-ramp. He looks at the booing crowd. Lowering his head, he turns around and heads back to the ring. The crowd responds with a massive cheer.)

Rick: I knew he wouldn't leave! Besolve might just be the best wrestler in the World today, but Burke doesn't walk out on matches!

(Besolve is smiling in the ring. Burke slowly returns to the squared circle. He seems to be angry at himself for coming back to the ring, but deep inside he knows he can't just leave. Burke climbs back in the ring. Besolve attacks but misses with a right. Burke with a lightning quick sweep and Besolve hits the ground hard. Burke with an immediate grounded senton, keeping Besolve grounded. Then, a series of elbows to the head. Besolve sits up, but receives a kick to the chest, and he goes back down. Burke now sprints and leaps off the second rope with a Lionsault. But Besolve brings the knees up.)

Rick: Just when Burke starts to get something going, Besolve closes the doors.

Eddie: My champion... what a guy.

(Besolve returns to his feet and shrugs off the previous attack. The Tiger returns to his feet but Darrel kicks at his right knee and Burke goes down.)

Rick: Looks like Besolve is gonna target that knee of Burke. Damn, this kid just can't catch a break. No one will let him heal!

Eddie: Definitely not Darrel.

(Besolve drops down and begins choking Burke. Darrel breaks the choke at the ref's 4 count. Then he pulls Burke up. A massive whip and Burke smashes the turnbuckle. He stumbles out backwards and Darrel plows the back of his head with a clothesline.)

Rick: Ooch.

Eddie: Ooch? You're gay.

Rick: Hey, do I make fun of your words?

Eddie: YES!

Rick: Hmm... I do, don't I?

(Burke begins pulling himself up. Darrel hurries the process, and tosses Burke across the ring with a gutwrench suplex. Now, Besolve exits the ring. He pulls Burke to the corner, a leg on either side of the ringpost.)

Eddie: Break that knee!

Rick: I'm starting to think maybe Burke SHOULD have left.

(Besolve smiles as he readies to smash Burke's knee off the ringpost. But, The Tiger kicks Burke in the face. Besolve backs his head but holds on. And another kick to the head takes him to his knees.)

Rick: The Tiger is fighting back! He's on his feet... Burke leaps on the top rope... leaping off... HUGE SPLASH! And Besolve is down!

Eddie: Good move... but it won't be enough to get the job done.

(Burke is back to his feet, soaking in a big pop. Burke wastes no more time, getting a chair.)

Eddie: Weapons-friendly ringside... oh how I praise you!

Rick: But, Burke's got the chair!

Eddie: M'eh. A weapon's a weapon...

(Burke hurries to Besolve who is on his hands and knees.)

*CRACK*

Rick: Burke nails Besolve in the back!

*CRACK*

Rick: Again!

*CRACK* - *CRACK* - *CRACK*

Rick: Burke just wants to destroy him while he's got the chance! Now all he's got to do is roll him in for the cover!

(Burke quickly rolls him in the ring. The crowd comes alive as he makes the cover.)

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

Rick: NEW CHAMP!

Eddie: NO! Besolve kicked out!

Rick: After five vicious chairshots!

Eddie: Darrel Besolve is a wrestling God!

(Burke nearly sheds tears. He quickly collects himself and begins rolling Besolve back out of the ring.)

Rick: Now Burke's thinking with his head... roll him out and beat him senseless again!

(But Darrel grabs on to the ropes. Burke panics, trying to shove him out of the ring. But Darrel continues to hold on. And then, Burke gets a little too close and Besolve digs his thumb in his eye.)

Eddie: That a boy, Darrel!

Rick: It's not the best way to do things, but it works.

(Darrel rolls back towards the center of the ring. Burke tends to his eye, shrugs it off, and kicks Darrel in the ribs. Another kick, this one harder, rolls Besolve onto his stomach. Then, Burke stomps on Besolve's bandaged shoulder, and Darrel lets out a loud scream.)

Rick: Looks like Burke's gonna retaliate by attacking Besolve's weak spots. Cruel, but effective.

(Burke goes for another stomp, but a suddenly pumped-up Darrel counters it with a dragon-screw legwhip.)

Eddie: Darrel doesn't take to kindly to being hurt like that.

Rick: This is wrestling. Darrel doesn't have a choice. A guy like Burke will always hurt you.

Eddie: Really, eh? Remember the last time these two fought for Burke's International title? Besolve was mopping the floor with him until Matt Saunders got involved and handed Burke the victory in a shiny briefcase.

Rick: January 28, if I do recall. And I hate to do it, but I have to agree with that statement.

(Besolve has returned to his feet, and Burke aswell. Besolve forces into a collar-elbow tie-up. Burke is overpowered almost immediately, being taken to the corner.)

Rick: Besolve's power, even with that shoulder, is just unrivalled. But WAIT! Burke is coming back! He's actually overpowering Darrel Besolve!

(But Darrel gets a burst of energy and powers Burke into a seating position. He begins stomping on Burke's midsection.)

Eddie: That a boy! There's no way Burke is overpowering Besolve. Cruiserweights... hmmph.

(Besolve backs away from the corner, and rests in the corner oposite Burke. Then, we get a closeup of Darrel's face. He smiles before he takes a run. And in a brutal collision, Besolve's knee crashes into the face of Adam Burke. The Tiger crumbles onto his bloody face.)

Rick: MY GOD! Did you hear that? Burke has GOT to be missing a tooth or something!

Eddie: Maybe a few screws... a washer or two...

(Besolve spits towards the booing crowd, before violently rolling Burke on his stomach for a pin. The ref slides into position.)

Ref: ONE!

. . .

Ref: TWO!

. . .

Ref: NOOOO!!

Eddie: Ack! I guess it really doesn't matter, though. Besolve's just gonna destroy his opponent anyway.

Rick: He's certainly gonna try.

(Besolve yanks Burke up to his feet. Burke whips him in the ropes. The Tiger flies back into a bearhug from Besolve.)

Rick: "The Future" is bringing out some old school tactics here.

(Besolve tightens his grip, squeezing the air out of Adam's body. Then, he slams him hard on the mat. Darrel returns to his feet and pounds on Burke's right knee.)

Eddie: And back to the knee we go.

(Besolve drags Burke to the ropes and drapes his right leg over top the bottom rope. Then, Darrel leaps into the air and lands his body overtop the knee. Burke pulls away in sudden pain, but Darrel grabs the leg, yanking it back. Again, he leaps in the air and drops his massive frame over the healing knee. Burke pulls away again, rolling away from the ropes with a scream. Besolve hurries to his frantic opponent. He grabs the right leg, turns him on his stomach, and sits way back.)

Rick: HALF-CRAB!

Eddie: THE HAWK'S TALON HALF-CRAB! Besolve is really working on that knee!

Rick: Burke has a lot of high-flying offense... offense that he can't use if he's only has one healthy leg.

(Burke screams in pain. He reaches out to the ropes, but fails to succeed. Darrel forces back and Burke's cries increase. "The Tiger" finds himself with no place to go. He tries desperately to reverse the hold, but Darrel is just too powerful. Burke reaches out for Darrel's ankles, but he stays just out of reach.)

Rick: "The Tiger" is in a world of trouble, Eddie!

Eddie: He knew that when the match was first signed.

(Now, Burke begins to fade.)

Rick: Uh oh!

(The ref asks Burke. One last time, he shakes his head and mutters "no." Then, he passes out.)

Rick: Oh no, I think it's over!!

Eddie: Yes! WOO!

(The ref grabs Burke's arm and lifts it up. He lets go and it drops instantly.)

Rick: Burke still has a chance!

Eddie: Matches almost never end with the third drop of an arm. But this time... THIS TIME...

(A second time, the arm drops to the mat.)

Eddie: One more...

(The ref again brings the arm in the air. The crowd is thoroughly behind Burke, trying to wake him. Then, the ref drops the arm. It falls and quickly slams against Darrel Besolve's ankle. And in one swift motion, Besolve is flung to his hands and knees. The crowd cheers.)

Rick: HE GOT OUT! What courage from the coward!

Eddie: The end is STILL inevitable, though.

(Burke pulls himself to the ropes. Besolve is quick to get to his feet. He catches Burke while trying to pull himself up. Besolve tries to pull Burke off the ropes, but The Tiger holds on. Then, Burke leaps in the air and strikes Darrel in the back of the head with his left foot. The impact knocks Besolve off his feet.)

Rick: The Tiger is right back in this thing!

(Burke climbs to his feet, although quite slowly. Besolve pulls himself up aswell. The two are back to back. Then, they both turn around at roughly the same time. Burke is startled and runs away, narrowly avoiding a big right hand. Burke runs a circle around Besolve in fear. But the big man eventually gets his hands on The Tiger from behind.)

Eddie: Now Burke's in trouble!

Rick: But no! Burke just hit Besolve with a jawbreaker! Besolve is clenching his mouth. Burke with a kick to the stomach... and there's a beautiful snap suplex!

Eddie: Wasn't THAT beautiful...

Rick: It looks like Burke's going up top with a second wind!

(He's slow to get up, giving Besolve some time to heal. Besolve begins to get to his feet, while Burke is perched on the top rope. Then, he leaps off with a flying kick to the chin. Burke lands on his right leg, and he collapses.)

Rick: Burke with a devastating kick there! But he landed badly on that aggrevated knee.

(The Tiger has fight left, as he pulls himself up, despite the pain. Then, he hits the ropes, springboarding off the second rope with a second Lionsault attempt. This time, he connects large!)

Rick: THE ASAI MOONSAULT!! HE HIT IT!!

(Buke hooks the legs as the crowd counts VERY loud.)

Crowd: ONE!!!

Eddie: Uh oh!

Crowd: TWO!!!

Rick: We have a new champion!

Crowd: THREE!!!

Ref: NOOOO!!!

(The crowd collectively lets out a huge sigh.)

Rick: That was close! SO close!

Eddie: TOO close!

(Burke gets back to his feet. Fear returns briefly as he stares at the IWA Champion, slowly getting to his feet. The Tiger quickly shrugs it off and stands ready to unleash the Tiger's Claw.)

Rick: Get ready for it, Eddie! Burke wants to end this!

Eddie: Obviously.

(Besolve has returned to his feet and Burke attacks. Two steps in and the huge superkick follows. But Besolve moves! Burke turns quickly to him, and Besolve quickly lifts him in the air and slams him HARD with a spinebuster.)

Eddie: BESOLVE SPIKE! Yes!

(Besolve quickly drops for the cover.)

. . . . . . . . . . 1!

. . . . . . . . . . 2!

. . . . . . . . . . KICKOUT!

Rick: Burke JUST able to stay in this match!

(Both men are down for a moment. Then Darrel musters up enough strength to pull himself, then Burke, up. Besolve winds up and strikes with a left. It knocks Burke back. Darrel then fires with a right and it knocks him in the corner. Then, a fast series of jabs follows.)

Rick: Darrel Besolve, the golden-gloved IWA Champion.

(Then, Besolve with a massive Irish whip. Burke is sent flying into the corner. He crashes hard, and the impact sends him over the top rope. Burke lands on the apron, somehow on his feet.)

Eddie: Wow! I knew he was strong... but jeez...

(Darrel bounces off the ropes and runs at Burke with a clothesline. Burke, in a daze, is nailed HARD. He collapses to the floor. Darrel follows out.)

Rick: Back to the outside. Now, things might get ugly!

(Besolve heads to the timekeepers table and grabs the IWA Heavyweight title.)

Eddie: Hit him good, Darrel! Show him what he can't ever have!

(Darrel heads back to Adam. Besolve takes a run at The Tiger, just getting to his feet. But Burke kicks him in the gut first. The belt flies out of Darrel's hands and Burke's catches it. Without hesitation, he strikes Darrel in the head, knocking him down.)

Rick: And the tides have turned once again!

(Now, Burke looks at the IWA Heavyweight title. Just as he does, a glimmer of joy emerges on his face. And shortly after, a smile.)

Eddie: I think... I think he's in love!

Rick: He's in a daze anyway, and he needs to focus on Besolve right now!

(Burke returns his attention to Besolve, but it's too late. Darrel strikes him with a low blow. Then, he reaches under the ring and retrieves a sledge hammer.)

Rick: Oh no! Not this!

(Suddenly, the crowd lets out a pop.)

Rick: EVAN HURLEY AND SUPER SHOINK! THEY'RE HERE FOR REVENGE!!!

(Shoink and Hurley are sprinting down the aisle. Having reached ringside, Besolve shoves Burke aside and holds off Shoink and Hurley with the sledge hammer.)

Eddie: This isn't fair! Three on one!

(Hurley tells Shoink to circle to the other side. Shoink does, and Besolve sees himself being cornered.)

Rick: Revenge is a bitch!

(But just then, the crowd's cheers are silenced. Two more men have joined ringside.)

Eddie: IT'S THE HARDCORE CONTINGENT!

(Mike Barcode, heavily bandaged, and Steve Riggs are coming down ringside, each wielding a steel chair. Barcode nears Hurley. Evan doesn't see him and continues approaching Besolve with caution.)

*SMACK*

Rick: Barcode just layed out Evan Hurley! And now Riggs is going around the ring! He's cutting off Shoink now! Super Shoink is in trouble!

(Riggs swings with the chair, but it's ducked. Shoink kicks him in the stomach. But Darrel clubs Shoink from behind, and Barcode and Riggs jump him and start feeding him shots.)

Rick: This isn't good, folks!

(Now, Burke has got the IWA title. Besolve returns his attention to The Tiger.)

*WHACK!!!*

Rick: TITLE TO THE FACE! BESOLVE IS CUT WIDE OPEN!

(Burke slides him in the ring. Besolve lays motionless as Burke starts the slow climb to the top rope.)

Rick: You have to hurry, Adam! Hurry!

(Finally, Burke reaches his destination. Facing Besolve, he leaps off, spining backwards.)

Rick: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!!

(But Darrel moves.)

Eddie: NO GOOD! YES!

(Both men are down now.)

Rick: If he would have hit that, it would have been over!

(Now, both guys begin to stir.)

Rick: This is very important! This deep into the match, the advantage is very crutial!

(Burke is the first up. Then Besolve. Burke swings, but it's blocked! Besolve swings next, but it's ducked. Adam with a kick to the stomach. He goes for a DDT, but it's blocked, too. Now, Besolve shoves Adam into the ropes. Burke bounces back into a boot in the stomach. Besolve now grabs Burke, lifting him way up for a brainbuster, and quickly converting it into a MONSTROUS DDT!)

Rick: THE LIGHT OF JUDGEMENT!

Eddie: YES!!

(Besolve drops down, and makes the cover.)

ONE!!!
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TWO
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THREE!!!

Rick: It's over!

Eddie: WOO!!!

Rick: Besolve retains the title! What a Rush this has been! What a damn show!

Eddie: BESOLVE WINS! I told ya! WOOO!

("Ironman" plays as Besolve is handed the IWA title. Then, he signals THC to enter the ring. Barcode rolls Hurley in the ring. Shoink is thrown in by Riggs.)

Rick: What now?

(Besolve brings Burke back to his feet. Barcode and Riggs do the same with Hurley and Shoink respectively.)

Eddie: I'm gonna like this.

(Riggs locks on a double-underhook on Super Shoink. He lifts Shoink vertical, and plants him down with a piledriver.)

Eddie: THE FEAR EFFECT!

Rick: Just just got planted! This is not good!

(Then, Barcode grabs Hurley's head, facing him. Barcode spins around, turning his back to Evan, and drops him with a Twist of Fater.)

Rick: Armaggedon! Barcode's finisher!

Eddie: YES!

(And then, Darrel Besolve lifts Burke into the air in a brainbuster position, then plants him with a vicious DDT.)

Rick: And another Light of Judgement! This is terrible! This doesn't need to happen!

Eddie: But I'm SO glad it did! NOW you can start saying, "WHAT A SHOW" because now justice is really served!

Rick: This is awful... just awful!

(A final shot of the three men standing in the ring. On the left, Steve Riggs. On the right, the new Extreme champion, Mike Barcode. And in the middle, the IWA Heavyweight Champion, Darrel Besolve. The crowd, is being with a passion.)

(The end.)

Matchwriting Credits

Jeckel vs. Super Shoink: Mike Barcode
XTC vs. Jimmy O'Sheilds: Jon (Ray Masters)
Adam Fierce vs. Boog-man: Darrel Besolve