("Bounce" by System of a Down plays. The fans stand, because it's the thing to do. Moments later, two men with long blond hair, step through the invisible curtain.)

Rick: There's Eddy Gracious, and his tag team partner, Robby Vane. Together, they are Sex -n- Violence.

Eddie: Which one's Gracious?

Rick: The one wearing his wrestling gear.

Eddie: Intriguing.

(Gracious, the shorter of the two, because his confident strut to the ring. Vane follows behind. They blow kisses to the girls on the way down.)

Rick: Give me a break.

(Eddy Gracious' bare chest is oiled and shiny, and his muscles are well-defined. He wears black and red wrestling pants. Reaching ringside, Gracious grabs a mic. The duo enter the ring.)

Gracious: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the next BWA Cruiserweight cha..

(Vane cuts him off, whispering in his ear. Gracious seems surprised. Reading his lips, we see him say "are you sure?" to his partner. The two begin to argue.)

Eddie: Ha.

(Then, Gracious gets smacked in the back of the head. Vane looks at him angrily, and finally, Eddy continues.)

Gracious: I present to you, the next IWA Cruiserweight champion....

(A long pause.)

Gracious: Me!

(The crowd boos. Eddy responds, blowing a kiss to them.)

Eddie: These guys are a little fruity, eh Rick?

Rick: A little, yeah.

("She Talks To Angels" by Black Crows plays. The crowd all turn their attention to the ramp, anticipating the IWA debut of Shawn Hathaway. Shortly after, they get their wish. Shawn comes out, wearing black pants, with white stripes down the sides. Hathaway heads to the ring, glancing back and forth at the silent crowd.)

Rick: Thorold doesn't know Hathaway, but I bet he wants to change that.

Eddie: I wouldn't. Thorold is a dump.

Rick: Eddie, Shut up! Wait, it is a dump.

(Hathaway reaches the ring. He hops onto the apron and flips himself into the ring. Vane exits.)

DING DING DING

(The lock up, and Gracious with a side headlock. Hathaway shoves him into the ropes. Gracious comes back and powers Hathaway down with a shoulderblock. Gracious bounces off the ropes again. Hathaway ducks and Eddy hops over him. Gracious continues back and is tossed aside with a hiptoss.)

Eddie: Where are the heavyweights?

(Gracious is back up but goes right down with an armdrag. Hathaway holds on and applies pressure to the arm. Eddy screams as he struggles to the ropes. Shawn is forced to release the hold. Eddy pulls himself up and is whipped into the ropes. Gracious comes back and is drilled with a dropkick. Eddy falls back onto the top rope. Shawn is back up and charges after him. But Eddy is ready and a back body drop sends him over the top rope.)

(But not to the floor.)

Rick: Hathaway landed on the apron! Gracious doesn't know... he's posing!

Eddie: What a dumbass.

(Vane instructs Gracious rather suddenly to turn around. Gracious does and eats a flying clothesline.)

Rick: Beautiful move, and it's been all Shawn Hathaway so far!

(Hathaway pulls Eddy back up. An Irish whip sends Gracious into the ropes. But he holds on as Hathaway misses the dropkick. Gracious then charges Hathaway as he rises to his feet, but Shawn moves. Gracious spins around and misses with a kick. Then, Hathaway attempts a neckbreaker. But Hathaway hits a mulekick.)

Rick: A low blow prove to be Eddy Gracious' first real offense of the match.

(Gracious laughs as the crowd boos. Then, he casually grabs Hathaway by the hair. But, Shawn hits a low-blow and both men go down. The crowd pops for that one.)

Rick: Fight fire with fire is what I always say.

Eddie: You never say that.

Rick: No, but I will.

(Vane pounds the mat, trying to cheer his partner back to his feet. Hathaway, however, is the first one up. Gracious is still lying on the mat, and Hathaway begins pulling him up. An Irish whip and Gracious flies off the ropes into a spear.)

Eddie: That was some impact!

(Hathaway climbs to the top rope, nursing his crotch wound.)

Rick: Shawn Hathaway looks to be setup for a moonsault, here.

(Just then, as Gracious quickly gains the ref's attention with a girlish scream, Vane shakes the ropes, and Hathaway is crotched.)

Eddie: Ooh... the future looks bleak for the Hathaway gene.

(Gracious is back up and climbing the same corner. He has Hathaway hooked up, and he leaps back with a monstrous belly-to-back off the top rope.)

Rick: WOW! There's a move!

(And the cover.)

Rick: This could be it...

Eddie: ONE . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . .

Rick: KICKOUT! Hathaway barely able to escape that one.

(Gracious gets up. He argues with the ref, then shoves him. The ref shoves him back. Gracious winds up to crack him one, but he dodges it.)

Rick: This guy sure loses his focus easy.

(Gracious finally returns his attention to his opponent. He hits Hathaway with an atomic drop, then scoops him up for a slam in the center of the ring. Gracious runs towards a corner. He leaps up to the top rope and springboards backwards into the air.)

Rick: Springboard suplex... CONNECTS!

(Gracious hooks the legs.)

1 . . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . Hathaway gets the shoulder up.

Rick: That was some great offense from one half of Sex -n- Violence.

Eddie: I'm not impressed.

(Gracious gets up. He runs his fingers through his hair a couple of times. The crowd boos and he ignores them. Gracious pulls Shawn back to his feet. Eddy stuffs Hathaway's head between his legs.)

Rick: Gracious going for a powerbomb now... HURRICANRANA! HATHAWAY HOOKS THE LEGS!

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

Rick: KICKOUT!

Eddie: Whoa boy!

(Both men return to their feet slowly. Gracious with a thumb to Hathaway's eye secures the advantage. He takes Shawn and whips him in the ropes. Hathaway flies back and leapfrogs over Gracious. He stops immediately and sweeps under Gracious, who ducks. Hathaway goes for a big right, but it's ducked and countered with a neckbreaker. Gracious raises his arms for some more boos.)

Eddie: Damn this cocky (beep).

(Hathaway pulls himself up by the ropes. Gracious turns around and charges. But Hathaway ducks, and propels Eddy over the top rope. Gracious falls into Robby Vane's arms.)

Rick: Nice catch by Vane, keeping his partner afloat.

(Vane and Gracious start arguing, Vane trying to get him back in the ring. Then, simultaneously, they turn around and Shawn Hathaway is flying through the air.)

Rick: SENTON SPLASH! VANE AND GRACIOUS ARE DOWN!

(The crowd pops for the death-defying move. Hathaway grabs a limp Eddy Gracious and tosses him in the ring. Hathaway follows. Gracious has pulled himself up, but is barely standing. Then, Hathaway whips Gracious face-first into the turnbuckles.)

Rick: What a whip! Did you hear Gracious hit?

(Gracious stumbles backwards into Hathaway's arms.)

Rick: Reverse DDT! Eddy's in trouble!

Eddie: I didn't do anything!

Rick: Eddy Gracious, you dolt!

(Hathaway climbs all the way to the top rope. Measuring Gracious up, he flies off and connects.)

Rick: What a huge splash! This could be it...

Eddie: Wait! He's not going for the pin... he's going back up!

(Hathaway is indeed climbing back up.)

Rick: I've heard of this! Hathaway calls this "Wishing Well." It's three consecutive top rope splashes! Very dangerous!

(Hathaway leaps off for the second. He connects.)

Rick: That's two!

(He's going up top for the third splash. Hathaway is set.)

Rick: Oh no! Here comes Robby Vane!

(Vane grabs Hathaway's leg and tries to yank him off. But Shawn reaches into his tights and throws a cloud of powder into Vane's eyes. Robby falls back to the floor.)

Eddie: He's free!

Rick: Shawn leaping off for the third....

Rick and Eddie: HE NAILED IT!

(Hathaway makes the cover.)

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

Eddie: Hathaway wins!

Rick: It was 2-on-1 from the get-go... and still, Shawn Hathaway pulls through and becomes the newest man to enter the second round.

Rick: Fans, it's time for another first round matchup in the IWA Cruiserweight title tournament. And this one features the favorite, in my opinion, Super Shoink.

Eddie: Favorite? Ain't no way Goofball's the favorite. What about Chris Saint?

Rick: First off, Super Shoink is the only one to have held the IWA Cruiserweight title before. Chris Saint had a shot at the belt back in September, but came up short. I know he's the OWC Lightweight champion, but Shoink got that big upset over Jeckel at Wrestling Classic.

Eddie: But last week, Jeckel beat Shoink, so who cares!

Rick: Ugh. It's just my opinion, Eddie.

Eddie: Your opinion is useless! And what about Shoink's opponent, Derek Damon?

Rick: Damon is a great young athlete from the BWA, but he's no doubt got to be considered the underdog going against the former IWA and HCWF Cruiserweight champ.

Eddie: Bah!

["Beginning of the End" by Systematic begins to stream over the loudspeakers. "Dazzling" Derek Damon steps in from underneath the big screen, to the cheers of the fans. He is wearing a pair of light blue ring shorts, with black boots. Matching black knee and elbow pads adorn their respective places. He stops at the top and looks around, glancing over his shoulder at the entrance he just walked through. He turns back around and soaks in the crowd response.]

***So far its perfect
***The clothes you wear
***This wont concern you
***Just hurts a bit

[Damon smiles and begins his walk down to the ring. He stops on the way down to shake hands with fans on both sides of the walkway.]

***I dont mind you playing God
***Blame you!
***I dont mind you playing God
***No Trust!
***I dont mind you playing God
***Came to!
***I dont mind you...

Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 220 pounds, from the Bayou Wrestling Association, "Dazzling" Derek Damon!

[Damon reaches the ring and hops over the top rope. He heads over to the middle of one set of the ropes. He jumps up on the top rope and catches himself with one hand as he throws the other out towards the crowd.]

***I know you'll be back again...
***Time slows
***Beginning of the end...

[Damon runs over to the opposite side of the ring and does the same routine on that set of ropes as well.]

***Black eyes she'll cover,
***Her broken mouth...
***She won't tell mother,
***Just hurts a bit...

[Damon waves to the crowd and turns around to wait for Shoink.]

Eddie: Derek Damon is gonna Dazzle his way around Shoink, tonight.

Rick: You're not clever.

Eddie: I know.

WOOHOOO!

(The crowd roars as Blur's "Song 2" plays. Soon after, Super Shoink steps up in full wrestling gear. Evan "Everyday" Hurley accompanies him to the ring.)

Rick: We remind you folks that Adam Burke has been forced to take a week off. Burke sustained a concussion, landing badly on his head from Besolve's Light of Judgement.

Eddie: Ha! Now that's what I like to hear.

(Two thirds of the Triad march down to the ring. Shoink slides in the ring. He hops on a turnbuckle and raises his arms.)

Rick: Super Shoink has really upped his stock recently. And what a way to go into his World Cruiserweight title match against Burke then as IWA Cruiserweight champion?

(Shoink hops down and the two men stand ready.)

Eddie: I've got five bucks on Damon.

Rick: I'm go.

Eddie: Let's do it.

DING DING DING

(Quickly, Damon executes a leglace takedown on Shoink. He tosses his hands up in the air as Shoink glances back at him. The crowd reacts with mixed feelings.)

Rick: Derek Damon's doin' a little showboating early not. Not too wise against Super Shoink.

(Damon bounces back into the ropes. Shoink stays on the mat and rolls under as Damon leaps over. Shoink on his feet, and Damon catches him with a flying head scissors. Shoink right back up, and Damon hits a russian leg sweep. Super Shoink backs away from a pumped up Damon.)

Eddie: Easy money...

(Shoink is back to his feet. He shrugs himself off and approaches his opponent. The two lock up and Shoink is quick to apply a hammerlock. But Damon reverses it. Shoink flips over to counter and twists Damon to the mat. Shoink holds on to the arm and drops a leg across it. He begins wrenching the wrist.)

Rick: Shoink twisting Damon's wrist now... OOH! Shoink suffers a rake to the face.

(Both men return to their feet. Derek connects with a right. He whips Shoink into the ropes and leaps for a dropkick. But Shoink swats him away. Damon climbs back to his feet and himself is dropkicked. Damon is knocked out of the ring.)

Eddie: GRAB A CHAIR, DEREK!

Rick: It is very legal to use a chair on the outside of an IWA ring.

(Damon climbs back up. Super Shoink attempts a baseball slide, but Damon sidesteps it. He quickly hops back in the ring.)

Eddie: Awe.

(Shoink follows in but is stomped repeatedly. The former IWA Cruiserweight champ pulls himself to his feet. Damon fires with a kick, but Shoink catches it. Damon steps his other leg over and knocks Shoink into the corner with a heelkick.)

Rick: Beautiful step-through heel kick from "Dazzling" Derek Damon!

Eddie: You SOO owe me 5 bucks!

Rick: We'll see...

(Damon with a knife-edge chop. Then, Derek whips Shoink towards the opposite corner and follows in. But Super Shoink propels himself over Damon's back. Damon spins around with a right, but Shoink ducks it. He follows through with a belly-to-belly release suplex.)

Rick: Super Shoink is coming back now. Damon is up and eats a Shoink forearm. Shoink now setting up... and what a snap suplex. But he's not done! Shoink bringing Damon back to his feet. Vertical suplex... and Shoink's just holding Damon up!

Eddie: The little goof is pretty powerful.

Rick: And DOWN with the jackhammer!

Eddie: A cover!

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

Rick: Shoink gets a 2 and a half... not enough to advance.

(Super Shoink takes Damon up. He twists Damon around and plants a reverse DDT. Shoink is now going up top.)

Rick: What might be see here?

(Shoink is facing Damon. He measures his opponent and leaps off, flipping forward. But Shoink finds no one home.)

Eddie: DAMON MOVES! Yes!

Rick: Super Shoink attempted a senton legdrop, and I have to think it would have been over had he hit that.

Eddie: But he didn't, and now he's in trouble!

(Both men muster up enough strength to return to their feet. Shoink is first, attacking with a right. He misses and the momentum carries him backwards. Damon tosses Shoink over his back, but the Shoinkstar lands on his feet.)

Eddie: Uh oh.

(Damon's head smacks the mat as a result of a hard German suplex. Shoink holds it for the cover. 1...........2.......)

Rick: Thr... No! Damon gets that shoulder up.

(Super Shoink pulls Damon up. He whips him in the ropes. Damon comes back and a back-body drop sends him HIGH into the air. He lands hard.)

Eddie: That was a big back-body drop, Eddie.

Rick: You're Eddie.

Eddie: Oh, right.

(Pulling himself back up, Damon suffers a stinging right. Shoink with a left, and an atomic drop stuns him. Shoink whips Damon into the ropes again. Damon flies back and ducks a clothesling. Damon then does a handstand springboard, bouncing off of the ropes into Shoink's face.)

Rick: Nice move from the BWA regular.

(With Shoink on the ground, Damon springboards himself backwards off the second rope with a lionsault, but Shoink gets his knees up.)

Eddie: Oi! Big counter!

(Damon rolls over to the corner. Shoink comes in and begins stomping away at Damon. He picks Derek up then hits a crisp chop, and the ref comes in close. Damon with a low blow that goes undetected, which drops Shoink to the mat.)

Eddie: Yes! That's my kinda wrestling.

(Damon grabs the top ropes and pulls himself up. Just as Shoink rolls onto his back, Damon hits a big top rope leg drop.)

Rick: He nailed it! And the cover!

(1!)
(2!)
(NO!)

Eddie: Damn! Almost made some cash.

(Damon returns to his feet in disbelief. He returns to Shoink and tries to pull him up, but Shoink grabs his head and throws him to the outside.)

Rick: And that's a counter!

(Shoink uses the time to gather his strength and pull himself back up. Hurley, on the outside, rolls Damon back in. Shoink kicks him in the stomach and scoops him up. Shoink then executes a picture-perfect fallaway slam. Then, he begins to climb to the top.)

Eddie: I'm not likin' these posibilities...

(Shoink has reached the top. He waits until Damon gets to his feet before leaping off with a missile dropkick. But Damon pulls the ref in to take the shot.)

Rick: Did you see that, Eddie?

Eddie: I did. I like this Derek Damon.

(Shoink is in shock. Damon spins him around and kicks him in the stomach. Then, he nails the vertabreaker.)

Rick: DAZZLING DREAMS! But Damon just took out the ref!

(Regardless, he begins climbing to the top rope. Then, the crowd begins booing. On the stage stands the IWA Heavyweight Champion, Darrel Besolve.)

Eddie: MY HERO!

Rick: What's The Future doing walking to the ring??

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

(Evan Hurley is quick to notice the attacker. He himself grabs a steel chair and begins heading up the aisle. Both men stop, 20 feet apart.)

Rick: Things are gonna get ugly!

(Suddenly, two men enter the ring from the crowd.)

(The Hardcore Contingent.)

Eddie: STEVE RIGGS AND EXTREME CHAMPION MIKE BARCODE!

Rick: Oh no! Hurley doesn't notice!

(Derek Damon is perched on the top rope. There he stays and watches, as Riggs pulls Shoink up to his feet. He stuffs Shoink's head between his legs as Barcode hurries to the top rope.)

Rick: Oh no...

Eddie: Oh yes...

(Riggs lifts Shoink vertical. Barcode leaps in the air with a Shooting Star Press. He lands on top of Riggs, and drives Shoink's head into the mat.)

Eddie: THE JOYS OF INSANITY!

Rick: Oh my god! Super Shoink needs medical attention!

(Besolve smiles, and walks to the back.)

Eddie: Setups rule!

(Hurley now turns around due to the crowd's responce. He sprints down and slides in the ring. Hurley chases Riggs and Barcode out of the ring and follows after. Meanwhile, the ref is slowly returning to life.)

Rick: Evan Hurley is chaing Riggs and Barcode around the ring!

(Suddenly...)

Eddie: AHHH!

Rick: Barcode just sprayed a fire extinguisher in Hurley's eyes! He can't see!

(Hurley swings blindly with the chair. But his shots are easily avoided. Riggs pulls the chair away. In one swift blow, Evan is laying on the floor.)

Eddie: Oh that was sweet.

(Back in the ring, Derek Damon hops back to the mat. He looks at the crowd, then at Shoink, and then at the revived ref. Damon shrugs and makes the cover.)

Rick: No... not like this!

(ONE!)

(TWO!)

(THREE!)

Eddie: DAMON WINS!

(Damon hops to his feet and quickly celebrates. Then, he checks on his opponent.)

Rick: Derek Damon really wanted this win, but it seems he cares about his opponent.

(But Mike Barcode comes in and chases Derek Damon out of the ring. Damon heads to the back, smiling in victory.)

Rick: Damon doesn't want anything more to do with this... Oh no... Barcode's getting a table!

Eddie: YES!

(Barcode slides the table in the ring as Riggs rolls in Hurley. Barcode sets it up. Steve Riggs grabs a small container from his pocket and pours clear liquid on the table.)

Rick: Please don't...

(Barcode brings Hurley to his feet as Riggs sparks a match. He drops it on the table and it is set ablaze.)

Rick: AH!

Eddie: YES!

(Barcode stuffs Hurley's head between his legs. Shoink lies still on the floor.)

Rick: Hurley and Burke beat Barcode and Riggs for the Tag Team title and they are trying to get a measure of payback here!

(Barcode lifts Hurley over his head. Riggs grabs Hurley's waist...)

Rick: No!

(...and together, they powerbomb Hurley through the flaming table.)

Rick: MY GOD! HURLEY JUST WENT THROUGH THAT FLAMING TABLE! AND HE'S IN OUR MAIN EVENT!

Eddie: I love it!

Rick: This is madness!

(Mike Barcode and Steve Riggs raise their arms, triumphantly. Their joys having been spread nicely.)

[We cut to break from commercials. Evan Hurley is being tended to by medics.]

Rick: Welcome back. Moments ago, The Hardcore Contingent powerbombed Evan Hurley through a flaming table. We are told Evan has sustained some minor burns, but will be able to compete in tonight's main event, where he teams with Mike Bell against Darrel Besolve and Terence Harris.

Eddie: That's good. Now, Besolve can take out some more of his frustration on his ass.

[We cut back to ringisde with a shot of the duo.]

Rick: Folks, up next we have a debut of a youngster that has been making waves in the indy scene. Majik, as he likes to be called, will go up against a former HCWF Heavyweight champion, Spark.

Eddie: Spark is entered in the IWA Cruiserweight tournament. He will face Barrett Sinclair next week in the first round.

Rick: That's right. Majik is also a cruiserweight athlete, so Spark can really gain some momentum and confidence going in to his bout if he can up Majik tonight.

Eddie: Now really, Rick. HCWF Champ, Spark against a rookie. How much confidence can beating Majik really bring?

Rick: I don't know. Maybe we'll find out.

[�You can�t bring me down� by Rocky George & Mike Muir begins to play over the sound speakers as the crowd not recognising the music settle down to find out who will be stepping out from behind the curtain.]

#What the hell's going on around here?
#First off-let's take it from the start
#Straight out-can't change what's in my heart
#No one-can tear my beliefs apart, you can't bring me

Rick: I don�t quite recognise the music�.

#You aint-never seen no one like me
#Prevail-regardless what the cost might be
#Power-flows inside of me, you can't bring me

[Wearing a � length black leather jacket out steps a man with light brown coloured hair tied back into a ponytail with some bizarre face paint of two unique black symbols one above and one below his left eye upon his smirking face.]

#Never-fall as long as I try
#Refuse-to be part of your lie
#Even-if it means I die, you can't bring me
#You can't bring me down!

Rick: From the UK indy scene... here comes Majik.

#Who the hell you calling crazy?
#You wouldn't know what crazy was if Charles Manson
#...was eating Fruit Loops on your front porch

[Crowd begin to groan as they slightly recognise the overbearing Majik from television promo�s aired this past week.]

#Time out-let's get something clear
#I speak-more truth than you want to hear
#Scapegoat-to cover up your fear, you can't bring me

Eddie: Ah yes, Majik, word has spread throughout the locker room that this kid has an attiude problem of the likes we haven�t seen before. I like that.

#You aint-never seen so much might
#Fight for-what I know is right
#What up-you got yourself a fight, you can't bring me

[Majik slowly, and very deliberately begins to stroll down to the ring making sure he catches eye-contact with a few of the fans who are jeering him along the way down the aisle.]

Rick: This guy think�s he owns the joint, by the way he walked you�d think he had the career of a Byron Tanis, Darrel Besolve or a Mike Bell but he hasn�t. He�s as green as they come.

#Stand up-we'll all sing along
#Together-aint nothin' as strong
#Won't quit-we aint in the wrong, you can't bring me
#You can't bring me down!

Eddie: Maybe so but Vince wouldn�t have signed him to a contract if he didn�t trust what his scouts say, and his scouts say he�s extremely impressive, if not unique in the ring.

#So why you trying to bring me
#So why you trying to bring
#Well you can't bring me down

[Majik climbs the ring steps before disrobing his leather jacket revealing a tight sleeveless black top with a �Besolve is a botty-boy� logo together with black tights that sport �Majik� wrote in Goth font down his left leg.]

#Just cause you don't understand what's going on
#...don't mean it don't make no sense
#And just cause you don't like it,
#...don't mean it aint no good

Rick: But let�s hope Majik�s somewhat overly confident demeanour does not get him in the bad book�s of the veteran�s around this place � for his sake at least. Besolve will kill him if he see�s this.

#And let me tell you something
#Before you go taking a walk in my world,
#...you better take a look at the real world
#Cause this aint no Mr. Rogers Neighbourhood

[Majik leans over the ring ropes and sneers at the crowd.]

#Can you say "feel like shit?"
#Yea maybe sometimes I do feel like shit
#I aint happy about it, but I'd rather feel like shit
#...than be full of shit!

[The amount of boo�s have increased considerably from when he first made his entrance.]

#And if I offended you, Oh I'm sorry
#But, maybe you needed to be offended
#But here's my apology and one more thing...Fuck you!
#Cause you can't bring me down
#Suicidal!!!!

[Majik laughs mockingly as he signals for his music to be cut before demanding a microphone from ring side.]

Rick: Oh no he�s going to speak, do we HAVE to listen to this rubbish?

[The music cuts.]

Eddie: Yeah why not, we listen to you every single week.

[Majik waits while the boo�s die down]

Majik: Now, I know that all you people love to hear me talk and can�t get enough of me�

[Heavy boo�s from the fans in the Thorold Arena ]

Majik: So � I�ll keep this very short and extremely sweet.

Rick: Thank God!

Majik: This match against that old as dirt Spark is my debut match here in the IWA�

[Boo�s from the crowd.]

Majik: And I�m excited.

[Indifference.]

Majik: I�m excited because today will go down in history as the day a bona-fida legend was born. Spark, your just the first piece of cannon-fodder thrown in my path and I will blow you away tonight �Master M style.

[Snorts.]

Majik: I can guarantee you nothing Spark � nothing but trouble that is, because that�s what I�m all about, trouble. I create tension, I stir friction and brew jealousy. That�s why I left Hammerlock and Scottish Championship Wrestling behind back in the UK to forge a new career in the States, because I�ve already done my job back there, and done it well, and if I ever showed my face around those parts again I�d probably be shot.

Rick: Somebody please shoot him now he�s doing my nut in!

Majik: That�s the kind of legacy I aim to leave here, I don�t like you people, your worthless, your not important to Majik. The only rules and regulations I abide by is Majik�s Law and that states win at ALL costs.

[Mild to medium boo�s.]

Eddie: Who scouts for Vince? Can I scout?

Majik: Spark, you try hard to be a funny guy but the only thing humorous tonight will be the tragic, humiliating method of your defeat!

[Good amount of boo�s.]

[Majik drops the mike and leans casually against the ropes as he waits for Spark.]

Rick: Thank you God, at long last he�s shut up! And no you can�t scout for Vince, we got enough greenhorn know-it-all�s with Majik here we don�t need you scraping the barrel any further.

Eddie: Me? I have an eye for talent, speaking of which here comes Spark. Did I say talent? ( "Sliver" by Nirvana begins to play and Spark steps out of the entrance way wearing a light blue sleeveless shirt with the black Scarlet Spider logo on it over a red spandex long-sleeved shirt and a pair of red baggy satin pants. He walks slowly to the ring. He stops halfway and runs his hand through his brown hair, and pulls a microphone from his pocket, signaling for the music to stop.)

Rick: Now it's Spark's turn to talk.

Spark: I don't have that much to say. I haven't tied a president to a chair, or attacked any former member of HCWF, or any other thing good like that. I guess I'm in a tournament, but apparently this match has nothing to do with it. Apparently I hope to win..apparentl, yeah, I guess I should just go. If you're next to the announcers booth, please give them a hug to keep them from giving and angry grunt or something after I finish.

(Spark tosses the mic into the crowd and blows a kiss to the announcers.)

Eddie: Ewww.

(He slides in the ring and the match begins.)

SPOILER

*** Majik impresses the masses early on, avoiding the fast pace Spark offense. Majik quickly takes it to the mat, slowly Spark down. But Spark is able to battle on through the various submissions, going arial. He hits a series of high-risk offense and scores a couple near falls. But, Majik comes back with cheap tactics. Mule-kick and face-rakes being used more than once. The finish comes when Majik goes for his inverted neckbreaker he calls "Bad Karma." Spark avoids it as he shoves Majik away into the ropes. Majik comes back and suffers a DDT. Then, a Shooting Star Press finishes up the debuting Majik. ***

Rick: It is now time for the big number one contenders match for the IWA tag team belts. Three very threatening duos will meet in the ring. First, you've got the Benson brothers. Any time you get brothers together, they know each other so well and can almost always perform well as a team. Then you have The Hardcore Contingent which dominated the IWA tag division for so long. And of course, former NeWA Tag Team Champions, the newest team in the IWA, the Dark Angels, Michael Lennox and Ulfric.

Eddie: For an IWA title shot... go THC!

Lights fade. Cocky by Kid Rock begin to play over the speakers. The Benson trio appear at the entrance. Sarah is in the middle, her husband Simon is on her right hand side, and Dan is on her left.

Rick: First time we see the Benson Connection together in tag action. Should be interesting to see those two egos working together.

Eddie: This will be great. I see these two going far together.

The Benson family gracefuly make their departure to the ring. When they get in the ring they hold their hands high in the air. They get a mixed reaction from the crowd and the music fades.

Rick: Looks like a close reaction from tonights crowd here.

Eddie: They don't know what they want.

**THC's entrance**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*BUUUM*
*CRASH*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Lennox and Ulfric climb down from the turnbuckles and stand ready to fight and when the bell finally rings to start the match.]

SPOILER

*** All three teams get in their time to shine. The Hardcore Contingent seem to dominate, with Lennox having to work extra hard with Ulfric less than 100%. Double-teaming keeps them in control for most of the match. Near the end, the Bensons turn the tide with a spiked piledriver on Riggs. The two make quick tags and work on Riggs hard. The finish comes when Lennox tags in himself. Simon Benson answers with a right. This in turn brings in all 6 men. When the dust settles it is Michael Lennox and Steve Riggs alone in the ring. Lennox is able to aply the Cajun Crossface. Riggs taps. ***

Eddie: Well . . . another cruiserweight match now right?

Rick: And one hell of a cruiserweight match at that . . . the little brother of former NWA North American Champion Tyler Cross Donovan Cross takes on Ricochet Wrestling�s very own Bombastic Barnett!

Eddie: I�m on the edge of my seat . . .

Rick: You have absolutely no respect for this business you know that?

Eddie: Meh . . .

Rick: Here comes Cross!

[The lights dim out and the crowd just cannot hold their excitement any longer as �Walk� pumps through P.A System and the newest cruiserweight sensation prepares to walk out through the curtains. Donovan dressed in his black spandex shorts places one foot out side of the curtains and the control that the fans had is no more, the roof nearly flies off the building as they let the world hear their admiration for �The Rising Star� Donovan Cross. Slowly he begins his accent towards the ring. He knows why these people are here, and he is it, so a grin that cannot be taken any way, except that he knows that he has arrived, forms his lips. He sets his eyes on the ring and begins to concentrate on the task at hand. From the middle of the ramp his begins to run towards the ring and slides into it. Once on his feet he leaps onto the nearest turnbuckle and poses, then the building is filled with the sound of his name. He lowers himself off of the middle rope and awaits for his opponent.]

Rick: God this kid is impressive . . . he�s got the look, the connections, and the skills to make it huge in this business. I have a good feeling about his chances in this tournament.

Eddie: Well he�s the brother of Tyler Cross and the cousin of Mike Sloan . . . what do you expect? He�s cut from a good bunch of wrestling folks that kid is . . .

Rick: Thanks for the insight gramps . . .

Eddie: Wha . . . ?

[Whatever by Our Lady Peace rocks through the arena as Bombastic Barnett makes his way to the ring. Cross immediately makes the first move using the bottom rope as a spring board launching himself over the top rope tackling Barnett to the floor.]

Eddie: Wow . . . right away.

Rick: This kid doesn�t hold anything back Eddie.

[Cross immediately goes about basing Barnett�s head back into the floor two or three times leaving him laying then climbs back in the ring. Barnett get to his knees slowly and looks up at Donovan standing at center ring looking him right in the eye.]

Rick: Wow Cross playing some mind games with this young man now.

Eddie: Gotta love that family . . .

[Barnett slowly . . . carefully slides in the ring and the bell sounds officially starting the match. Cross shoots a cocky smile across the ring . . . more mind games. Barnett takes off after Cross and the two lock up, Cross takes this lock up and positions Barnett for a quick Snap German Suplex. Cross capitalizes and goes right into a pin.]

Ref: 1 . . . . . 2 . . . Kick out!

Rick: And a quick kick out from Bombastic Barnett . . .

Eddie: It�s just a matter of time . . .

Rick: Yup . . . wait . . . Cross capitalizing yet again slapping on the submission!

[Donovan goes after the prone Barnett pulling him to mid ring executing a tight Texas Clover Leaf submission. Bombastic Barnett claws at the mat desperately trying to get to the ropes. Cross just rears back continuing the pressure on Barnett�s lower back.]

Rick: A tight Texas Clover Leaf from Donovan Cross! Barnett is going nuts trying to get to the ropes!

Eddie: So like . . . Cross is just a light weight mat technician?

Rick: I guess so Eddie . . . with his knowledge of pure wrestling this kid could wreak havoc against the Alliances top cruiserweights.

Eddie: Like he�s doing here right?

Rick: Yes Eddie . . . like he�s doing here.

[Finally Barnett gets a few fingers around the rope and Donovan is forced to break the hold. Cross backs up and lets his opponent get to his feet . . . then lands a stiff knee strike right in Barnett�s gut sending him back to his knees. Donovan then locks in a Back Mounted Crossed-Arms Chinlock making Barnett scream out in pain.]

Rick: Cross again with the submission on Bombastic Barnett . . . Barnett�s hand hovers above the mat . . .

Eddie: Tap man! You aint getting out of this one!

Rick: No there�s no way he�ll tap . . . Donovan�s too new . . .

Eddie: O it�s happening!

[Barnett gets one hand free and elbows Donovan square in the face knocking him away freeing the submission. Barnett is up and back after Cross with a hard drop kick to the chest. Donovan stumbles a back and hits the turnbuckle . . . Barnett charges.]

Eddie: Crap . . . but here he comes!

[Donovan moves out of the way allowing Barnett to slam full steam into the turnbuckle. Cross grabs the back of Barnett�s head and executes a quick reverse DDT drilling Barnett into the mat. With Barnett out cold Cross mounts the turnbuckle signing the crowd.]

Rick: Looking at Donovan�s file . . . he�s going for the finish here folks!

Eddie: WoooOOooo!

[Donovan takes to the sky and executes a perfect 450 Splash!]

Rick: RISING STAR PRESS! Cross going to the cover!

Ref: 1 . . . . . . . . . . 2 . . . . . . . . . . 3!

Rick: What a performance! Donovan Cross becomes the third man tonight to advance to the second round!

Eddie: Call me when the finals happen.

Rick: Ugh.

Eddie: Hey, guess what, Rick?

Rick: Ugh . . . What do you want?

Eddie: I got head from this hot wrestling groupie chick!

(Rick is mortified.)

Rick: UGH! God.. WE'RE LIVE! Goddamn, Eddie!

Eddie: Oh shit. Sorry.

Rick: Man, Vincent's gonna kill you for this.

Eddie: Bring him on!

(Suddenly, "Enter Sandman" breaks through the PA.)

Rick: You were saying?

Eddie: I was only kidding! Seriously!

(The passing moments are filled by the boos of the Thorold crowd. Then, through no smoke and onto a fully lit stage, steps out Adam Fierce. A portion of the audience cheers the bested legend. But boos dominate.)

Eddie: What's Adam Fierce doing out here?

Rick: Fierce and The Boog-man fought in a very important match last week. Boog won the match, and a shot at the NeWA World Television title.

(Fierce looks to the entrance where President Mike Vincent trails behind.)

Rick: Vincent looks so....

Eddie: So sad.

Rick: Yeah. What does he have to say to Boog?

(Vincent and Fierce, President and Vice President, walk down the aisle, trying to ignore the hateful shouts as they pass. Having reached ringside, the two climb into the ring. The music dies and Adam Fierce is handed a mic. He waits for the boos to deplete.)

Fierce: I'm not here to talk about what happened last week... I was beaten by The Boog-man... and he has earned my respect...

(The crowd cheers this.)

Rick: That's great news!

Eddie: He hasn't earned my respect.

(Fierce continues.)

Fierce: ... I'm willing to leave it at that. But the President of this company can't do that.

(A closeup of Vincent. His eyes are sadenned.)

Fierce: President Vincent is calling The Boog-man down this ring to say a few things. Vincent asked me to accompany him, so I'm here. Now, Boog, we're waiting on you.

(The choppy guitar of "Shortstop" by Steve Taylor sounds over the speakers, and the fans stand and cheer for Vincent's nemesis over the past few months...)

Rick: Boogmania runs wild in the IWA!

*SMACK*

Rick: I deserve that.

(The World's Original Boog-man steps out from behind the curtain, clad in jeans and a black t-shirt with "Boog-man" on the front and the words "The more things change, the more I stay the same." on the back.)

Eddie: I'm anxious to hear what Vincent's got to say.

(Boog walks to the ring and gets in, and pulls a mic out of his back pocket. The fans quiet down, as Mike Vincent brings the mic to his face. He refuses eye contact.)

Vincent: Boog-man, there hav...

(Boog cuts Vincent off.)

Boog: Whoa!

(A crowd pop.)

Boog: Mike, before you get started again on one of your power rants, I want to know something. What is there left for you to try? Who am I that you have to continually put me through some sort of gauntlet every time that I step into the ring?

Rick: Some very legit questions being asked by The World's Original.

Boog: And what is it that you never have really succeeded?

(A pause. Vincent just stands and listens.)

Boog: I have never been anything other than the best employee that you have ever had under contract, and you do nothing else than to try and humiliate me time and again. Well, Mike, if you want to throw more at me... than bring it on. I'm not one to give in to pressure, even if it's from the boss. Mike, nothing you have done, or can possibly do, will ever make the past 4 months worth it. I just hope you realize that.

(The president of the IWA stares at the ground. Everything The Boog-man just said is running through Vincent's mind, tearing away his confidence and sense of power.)

(Adam Fierce rubs Vince's shoulders in an attempt to cheer him up. But the president pulls away feeling ashamed. He pulls the mic to his mouth. And with his head still lowered, he speaks quietly.)

Vincent: I tried. I tried so hard... so long. All I ever wanted was to hurt you emotionally, just like you hurt me, Boog.

Rick: Like he hurt you, eh?

Vincent: Back during your last IWA run, you were a good guy. You were kind to me, so I was kind to you. You did favors for me, so I did some for you. It's kind of hard for me to admit this, but I considered you my friend.

Eddie: Ouch. That hurts me.

Vincent: Then, you had your big NWA World Title match against Dark Arthur. I was rootin' for ya so much, Boog.

(Vincent pauses, holding back possible tears. Boog is unaffected by Vince's words.)

Vincent: I thought we'd be on top of the world, together. The Boog-man, World Champion... his home... the IWA.

(Then, the IWA president sniffles. And a single tear streams down his cheak.)

Rick: Oh my...

Vincent: But that wasn't the case, Boog. Our friendship meant nothing to you. You won the World Title and took off for the biggest money deal of your life... a deal that I wasn't capible of matching.

(Vincent looks up and into The Boog-man's eyes for the first time. His eyes are red and watering.)

Vincent: That hurt me so much.

(Boog looks away. Vincent stares back at the ground trying not to cry on televion. The crowd is laughing at Vincent.)

Eddie: Shut up, you idiotic, good-for-nothing fans!

Rick: This is great!

Eddie: What? Have you no heart?

Vincent: I just wanted revenge, that's all. I wanted to drain you emotionally and physically... make the odds so slanted against you, that you feel incapable of succeeding. But you perservered through everything I threw at you. Somehow you beat the impossible odds everytime. You succeeded when no other would.

(A smile adorns the face of "The World's Original." Adam Fierce is shaking his head behind Vincent. His boss has lost, and he has too.)

Rick: I can't believe Vincent is saying all this.

Eddie: He's lying... *sniffle* ...lying.

Vincent: And every time I failed, my hatred grew. It snowballed with every passing week. But finally, at Wrestle Wars, when I outsmarted you and stole the IWA title away from you, I received my revenge.

Eddie: Yeah, that's right!

Rick: Fierce double-crossed The Boog-man, allowing Darrel Besolve to win the IWA title.

(Vincent still has his head lowered and his voice is saddened.)

Vincent: I thought it was over right there. I thought I won. I wish I had. But, you didn't let it end there. You kept pushing me again. And suddenly, my revenge wasn't enough to sooth my soul. Soon, a sense of sadness and emptiness filled me. And after you beat Adam Fierce last week...

(The crowd pops. Fierce looks away from The Boog-man.)

Vincent: ...the sadness became overwhelming. And I can no longer take it.

Rick: Can you believe this, Eddy? I think he's given up!

Eddie: I can't believe this! I refuse to!

Vincent: Boog-man...

(Mike Vincent pulls his head up, making eye-contact with Boog again. He finds it very difficult, but he continues.)

Vincent: You . . .

Rick: Spit it out, Vincent!

Vincent: You beat me.

(The crowd roars in light of Vincent's admitance of defeat. And the Boog-man smiles.)

Eddie: No! Don't say that! No!

(The ovation is loud. Very loud, and showing no signs of relenting. And as it continues, the smile on The Boog-man's face grows as he stares around the arena in awe.)

Rick: This crowd is going nuts! And you now what, Eddie?

Eddie: What?

Rick: I'm lovin' it! WOOOOO!!

Eddie: Hey! You can't "woo!" I "woo!" I hate you, Rick... I hate everyone!

(Boog soaks in the remaining cheers. He can't help but keep his smile. Vincent continues, discontinuing eye-contact with Boog.)

Vincent: After I walk away from this ring, I'm leaving. I'm gonna go take a vacation. My mind is damaged and restless... I need to get away from this. As long as I'm here, I can not heal. And I can not function until I am healed.

(The crowd cheers this quite a bit. Vincent holds himself together.)

Vincent: I don't know how long it will take. In the meantime, Adam and Mr. Levin will run things.

(Vincent looks in the audience.)

Vincent: Goodbye, IWA.

(The fans burst into an ovation. Vincent sheds another tear. Fierce escorts him out of the ring. The ovation continues as they head up the ramp.)

Eddie: This is a sad, sad day.

Rick: WOOO!

Eddie: Stop that!

(The Boog-man gets on the mic, stopping Vincent and Fierce in their tracks.)

Boog: You know something, Mike, it was a long and difficult time for me, too. And all I can think to say to you now, is . . .

(He pauses. The fans dangle in curiosity.)

Boog: I HURT YOUR MIND SOOOOOOOOOOOO BAAAAAAAAAAADDDD!!!

(Thorold Arena explodes! Vincent nearly cries as an angered and upset Fierce escorts him away. But again, Boog stops them.)

Boog: BUT...I want to wish you well, nonetheless. You have learned your lesson, and, in a sense, I have learned mine. When I lost that title all that long ago, I learned something about myself as well. I learned that I could not turn my back on my friends anymore.

(Vincent and Fierce stare at the exit, backs to Boog, listening to his words.)

Boog: Unfortunately I never realized that some of my friends could turn their back on me. It was something that I took for granted, and we both paid the price for our mistakes.

(Adam Fierce lowers his head.)

Boog: Mike, for what it is worth, there were times here that we were both in the wrong. For my part, I apologize. And despite my common sense telling him otherwise, for you, I have forgiveness.

Eddie: Did I just hear that right?

Boog: When you come back, all this will be behind us. It won't be like it used to, but there will be something that we can work toward.

(Boog pauses. He stares at Vincent, who still has his back turned.)

Boog: Have a good trip, Mike.

(Vincent digests those final words, before the duo walk through the exit. "Shortstop" by Steve Taylor plays, and the crowd applauds The Boog-man.)

Rick: Anyone else in the IWA... anyone else in the entire Alliance would have rubbed this in Vincent's face as much as humanly possible. But not The Boog-man. He truly is, a great, great man.

[We return from break to the parking lot.]

Rick: Welcome back fans. During the break, Mike Vincent made his long-awaited exit from the IWA. Temporarily, unfortunately, but we can only hope it will be a long time before we see Mike Vincent's face on TV again.

[The shot shows Vincent entering a limo with some bagage. The limo drives off and we cut back to ringside.]

Eddie: It's just not the same without him. I feel... sad.

Rick: It's main event time with Mike Bell and Darrel Besolve, Eddie.

Eddie: WOOHOO!

Rick: That cheered him up. Folks, this should be good.

[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]

[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 out comes "The Natural" Mike Bell. He stands 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.]

Eddie: He doesn't have the Extreme title... and it hurts me, Rick. It hurts me...

[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.]

[Party Hard by Andrew WK erupts through the arena and the crowd goes completely nuts. Red letters on the titan tron above the stage area spell out one word . . . �Everyday� from the back stage area steps none other than Evan �Everyday� Hurley. Outfitted in tall glossy black boots and glossy red tights. His black hair falls down past his strong well-chiselled shoulders. Evan shoots the crowd a cocky smile and jogs down towards the ring.]

Rick: Evan Hurley is a current tag champion with Adam Burke. He doesn't know Mike Bell nearly as well as he knows his cousin, so this should be an interesting pairing.

Eddie: They both aren't strangers to the hardcore scene, if that's makes a difference.

[Hurley slides in the ring. He and Mike Bell have a view words.]

[Lights go out in the arena as you hear, "WOKE UP THIS MORNIN". The Bayoutron goes black as the words "DAWG" appear.]

#You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
#Got yo'self a gun

Eddie: Dawg, eh? At least he ain't Dirty.

Rick: Inside joke. Greg gets it. Don't you, Greg?

#Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
#So...
#I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
#You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
#You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
#And when I see you I'ma take what I want
#So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
#You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

[A figure walks out from behind the curtain as the Bayoutron goes black. The words "Rabid Dawg" appear on the Tron, as the figure lowers its head.]

#My, first album had no famous guest appearances
#The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
#Many years on this professional level
#Why would you question who's better? The world is still mine
#Tattoos real with "God's Son" across the belly
#The boss of rap, you saw me in "Belly" with thoughts like that
#To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie
#Me and Tupac were soldiers of the same struggle
#You lames should huddle, your team's shook
#Y'all feel the wrath of a killer, 'cause this is my football field
#Throwin' passes from a barrel, shoulder pads apparel
#But the Q.B. don't stand for no quarterback
#Every word is like a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
#And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
#It's for the hood by the corner store
#Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want a war, get it bloody, uh

Rick: Its Terence Harris, ready to make his debut here tonight on Rush. And what a way to debut then in the Rush main event!

Eddie: Him and Bell had a brutal match on BWA's Cajun Rage just last night, I don't think that Terence is ready for this match, Rick.

[The figure throws its arms into the air as the pryo goes off and the lights slowly come up. Terence is seen as he slowly raises his head and slowly heads down to the ring.]

#Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
#So...
#I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
#You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
#You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
#And when I see you I'ma take what I want
#So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
#You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

Rick: Terence earlier in a promo said he doesn't care about being tagged with Darrel Besolve, I wonder if he is really ready for this match.

Eddie: I think Bell is going to kill him if they are put in the ring together. After last week, we all know that Bell has kind of gone off his rocker from losing the IWA Extreme Title.

[Terence still walking down the ramp, he has an evil grin on his face. He is wear baggy black jeans and a plain black shirt.]

#Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines
#So...
#I got mine, I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
#You from the hood I hope you (got yo'self a gun)
#You want beef? I hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
#And when I see you I'ma take what I want
#So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
#You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)

[Harris gets to the ring and hops up onto the apron on one knee, he slides in under the middle rope, stands up and just walks to the middle of the ring and waits. Mike Bell wants to attack him, but Evan Hurley holds him back.]

Rick: Bell doesn't wanna wait 'til the match begins.

Eddie: Gee, I wonder why?

[Terence stands there waits.]

#I Am Ironman#

(The 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: Darrel is having a troublesome time coping with his wife's health problems as of late.

Eddie: Health problems?

Rick: She's in a coma! You insensitive dolt!

Eddie: Oh. I just didnt...

Rick: And you call him your favorite wrestler. (Besolve marches to the ring with the IWA Heavyweight title firmly around his waist. Intensity is off the chart.)

Eddie: I feel bad for Hurley. Even for Mike Bell.

(Besolve enters the ring. He removes his robe, revealing his still bandaged ribs and shoulder. The four men stand across the ring. Then, the bell sounds.)

DING DING DING!

Rick: We're off! And look at them go! Hurley and Besolve! Bell and Harris!

(A big punch knocks Harris backwards. Besolve rocks Hurley with deadly shots and he's knocked in the corner. Simultaneously, Besolve and Bell whip their opponents, but Hurley counters it. Besolve and Harris collide in the center of the ring. Harris is crushed. Besolve stares down at his 'partner' without a shade of care. From behind, Hurley charges and knocks Besolve towards Bell, who plants Darrel with a rock bottom. Bell covers as Harris and Hurley exit the ring.)

Rick: ONE...easy kick out from Darrel.

(Besolve gets to his feet. Bell tries to keep him under control with a side-headlock. But Darrel powers out with elbows. Then, he whips Bell into the ropes. Besolve goes for a back-body drop a little too early, and eats a kick to his shoulder. Besolve reels back in pain.)

Rick: Right on that injured shoulder... that's got to hurt.

Eddie: That should be illegal!

Rick: Why?

Eddie: Cuz he's fighting hurt!

Rick: So is Bell, Eddie, after all those hardcore matches he's sustained.

Eddie: Yeah, but...

Rick: And Bell tags in Evan Hurley, the youngster who has been consistently moving up the ranks in the NeWA as of late.

(Hurley works on Besolve with kicks, keeping the big man down. But Darrel catches one kick, and flips Evan onto his back. Darrel gets to his feet and so does Evan. Hurley swings but it's blocked. Darrel with a big headbutt that nearly takes Evan down. Besolve tries to finish the job with a suplex, but it's blocked. Hurley counters with a jawbreaker. Evan bounces off the ropes and goes for a cross body. But Darrel is too big, and too strong.)

Rick: Darrel caught him! This could get ugly...

(Moments later, Darrel sends Evan over the top rope to the floor with a fallaway slam.)

Eddie: Damn! That's my Darrel!

(Besolve stands alone in the ring. The crowd hisses and he seems to get some satisfaction out of it.)

Rick: Evan's getting back to his feet after that bad fall. Here comes Harris, rolling Evan back in the ring.

Eddie: Darrel is pounding on his opponent. Now he's on his knees choking him out!

(Darrel releases Hurley at 4 1/2. He smiles and returns to choking Hurley. The ref gets in Darrel's face, warning him. Darrel chuckles and chokes Evan again.)

Rick: Darrel just doesn't care. And there's nothing the ref can really do.

(Darrel finally releases Evan for good. He paces around the ring. Then, he drops back down to choke Evan again.)

Rick: Ah, come on Darrel.

(But Evan cracks him in the jaw and Darrel reels back. Besolve returns to Hurley slightly pissed but Evan sweeps his legs out. Evan pulls himself to his feet. Darrel is back up and charges Hurley. But Evan springboards off the ropes with a cross-body. This time, Besolve goes down.)

Rick: Evan fights his way out of that predictament.

Eddie: Luck.

(Evan tags in his makeshift parter, Mike Bell. Bell enters the ring. He and Besolve are standing there as Terence is yelling to Besolve while standing on the second rope.)

Rick: Looks like Harris wants in.

Eddie: Really, you think?

(Besolve turns and tags Terence in, Terence jumps over the top rope and goes straight at Bell, attacking him with punches. He whips Bell into the ropes, Bell comes back and Harris kicks him straight in the mid section causing Bell to double over. Terence lowers his fist to the ground and comes back up hitting Bell with a massive uppercut and hitting him with his elbow as well.)

Rick: What an uppercut by Harris.

Eddie: But was it really necessary?

Rick: What are you talking about??

Eddie: I wish I knew...

(Harris grabs Bell by the ponytail and drags him around the ring like a ragdoll. The crowd boos, and Harris just smiles. Harris pulls Bell close and a belly-to-belly sends him down. Harris now whips Bell hard into the corner. He charges and connects with the splash. Terence now hits a knife-edge chop.)

Eddie: What a chop!

Rick: The universal knife-edge chop proves useful once again.

(Chop. Chop. Chop. Dodge.)

Eddie: One too many! Bell is now clubbing away at Harris! Look at those teeth fly!

(Harris reels more and more after every shot. Then, an Irish whip sends the 220 pounds Harris crashing into the turnbuckles. The momentum flips him over and he lands on the apron. Bell bounces off the ropes and plows through Harris with a monstrous clothesline. Harris falls to the edge of the mat, but doesn't fall to the floor.)

Rick: Bell is dragging Harris back in. And he's stomping a mudhole in Terence, believe you me!

Eddie: Go Bell!

(Bell pulls Harris to his feet and throws him down with a t-bone suplex. Bell lets out a heartful yell that gets the crowd cheering. Then, he reaches down to Harris, but a low-blow is able to avoid the ref's eye.)

Eddie: Damn! Are those legal now, or something?

Rick: I don't even know...

(Harris rolls him up for the pin. 1................. 2 ................ Bell kicks out.)

Eddie: Harris tried to sneak that one by... but no siry!

(Harris and Bell are back up. Bell misses with a shot and Harris locks on a full-nelson. He quickly sweeps out the legs of The Natural and plants him face first into the mat. Now, Harris hurries to the corner. He springboards off the ropes with a split-legged moonsault, but Bell gets the knees up.)

Eddie: That a boy. Now get him, Mike!

(But Terence won't let him get up, driving his elbow into Bell's forehead. But Bell kicks him away and allows himself to get up. Harris comes running back and dives in the air, driving his knee into Bell's face.)

Rick: My lord, that had to hurt! Bell is clenching his face!

(Bell has crawled to the ropes. He hangs over the second rope, his head sticking out of the ring, as he checks his face. Harris wastes no time as he climbs to the top rope. Harris leaps off with a guilotine legdrop that takes both men to the floor.)

Rick: Damn impressive move from Terence Harris!

(Harris now reaches under the ropes. He finds Mike Bell's trademark flourescent light bulbs. A smile appears on his face. Harris reaches in and grabs a hold of a single tube.)

Eddie: Oh no... you can use that! That's Bells's's...

(He winds up for a shot when suddenly, Evan Hurley is seen flying through the air. He tackles Harris to the ground and the light shatters off the guardrail.)

Rick: SUICIDE DIVE FROM HURLEY! And listen to the roar of the crowd.

Crowd: Roar.

(Hurley returns to his feet. He aids Bell in the ring. Meanwhile, Darrel Besolve has approached them with a chair.)

Eddie: Oh boy.

(Darrel with the chair swings at Hurley. But Evan ducks.)

*CRACK*

Rick: Terence Harris has been desecrated.

(Darrel pays no attention to his mishap and swings at Evan. But he quickly leaps into the ring. Hurley heads over to the other side of the ring and exits to the apron. Bell reaches up and tags him in. Darrel has entered the ring with the chair and is making a run at Evan.)

Rick: Darrel's got the illegal chair! But Evankicks him in the stomach! The chair falls to the mat. Evan's the legal man here, but not Darrel!

(Hurley goes for a reverse neckbreaker, but Besolve counters with an atomic drop. Then he scoops Evan's head under his arm.)

Eddie: I think he's trying for a reverse DDT... on the chair!

Rick: Besolve doesn't care about winning, he just wants to hurt these guys, it seems!

(Just as Darrel drops for the reverse DDT, The Natural kicks the chair out of the way. Hurley suffers the impact on the mat but nothing more.)

Rick: Ugly fall that could have been a lot uglier.

Eddie: Now Bell and Besolve are locked up... I don't know who to go for!!

(Collar-elbow tieup and Darrel gets the better of Bell. But The Natural knees him in the gut and tosses him outside the ring. Bell then exits the ring on the other side.)

Rick: Forget Darrel Besolve... Bell wants Harris!

(Bell scoops Harris up and throws him over his shoulder. "The Natural" charges the ringpost and Harris slams into it headfist.)

DING!

(Then, Bell rolls him in the ring.)

Eddie: That's what I like to see... and hear.

(In the ring, Evan rolls a limp arm over Terence Harris.)

. . . . . . . . . 1!

. . . . . . . . . 2!

. . . . . . . . . KICKOUT!

Rick: Hurley and Bell almost stole this one, folks.

(Bell and Besolve are back on the apron.)

Rick: Things have finally settled down, here. Evan is getting back to his feet. And Harris is beginning to stir. Now what's Evan planning here?

(Hurley times Harris up. He bounces off the ropes and leaps towards Terence with a dropkick, and Harris is sent into the corner. He stumbles out and Evan powerslams him down. Now, Hurley is going to the top rope.)

Eddie: Everyday Evan might be going for the Violent Act! I like this part of him!

(Set up for the top rope bulldog, Evan stays perched on the top rope. Terence Harris begins getting to his feet. He finally does and Evan leaps off.)

Eddie: Here we go...

Rick: No! Harris leaps out of the way and tags Besolve!

(Harris then grabs Darrel by his head and pulls him into the ring.)

Eddie: Stupid move!

Rick: Darrel mistakenly hit Terence twice! And that's at least once too many.

(Besolve pops back to his feet and goes after Harris. But Evan, from behind, suplex's him to the mat. Harris escapes out of the ring.)

Eddie: Harris, that lucky bastard.

(Evan allows Besolve to his feet only to bring him down with a neckbreaker. He follows it up with a kneedrop. Darrel begins getting to his feet. Evan with a stiff kick to the gut. Evan yells some beepful things at Darrel, then smacks him across the face.)

Eddie: Oh you did not!

Rick: Evan hates Darrel... that much is clear! Come to think of it, this is a very hate-filled match.

(The words seem to spark something in Darrel, because right then, he hoists Hurley in the air and spinebusters him to the mat.)

Eddie: Besolve spike! Take that to the bank!

(Besolve goes for the cover....)

1!

2!

(Bell makes the save, kicking Besolve off.)

Rick: That Natural naturally saves the match.

(He exits the ring, just escaping Besolve's grasp. Darrel pulls Evan up. A whip into the ropes and Evan comes flying back. Besolve grabs him by his hands and lifts him in the air with a gorilla press. Then, he drops Besolve to the mat.)

Eddie: What incredible power by the greatest wrestler in the world!

Rick: He's definitely in the consideration, I'll tell ya that much.

(Darrel allows Evan to get up. When he does, Darrel fires a left jab, then a powerful uppercut, staggering Hurley. Besolve kicks him in the stomach and stuffs his head between his arms. Then, he lifts Evan into the air.)

Eddie: THE LIGHT OF JUDGEMENT!

Rick: No! Evan blocks it! And he counters with a back-body drop!

(Besolve gets to his feet. Evan goes for a big kick, but it's blocked.)

Rick: Enziguri! And Besolve is down with that!

(On the outside, Mike Bell is charging after Harris, and he spears him down.)

Eddie: Whoa! Suddenly, we've got two matches again!

(The crowd is roaring as Bell lays it to Terence Harris. But, Harris is able to shove him off. The two get back to their feet and start exchanging blows. Harris gets the better of the exchange and knocks Bell into the guardrail. He makes a run and clotheslines Bell into the crowd.)

Rick: Uh oh.

(Harris follows over. The two beginning exchanging slow and powerful blows, knocking each other further and further into the crowd.)

Eddie: Where are they going? The match is over here!

(Back in the ring, Evan is perched on top for the Violent Act. Besolve begins getting to his feet.)

Rick: Evan's gonna end this, right here!

(But Darrel shoves the ref in the ropes and Evan is crotched.)

Eddie: And his attempts are ended just like that. Ha!

(Darrel climbs to the second rope. He grabs Evan in a waistlock.)

Rick: What is this man up to?

(Darrel hoists Hurley onto his shoulders. Besolve leaps back off the second rope, twisting Hurley around 180 degrees.)

Rick: OH MY GOD!

(With a loud thud, Hurley's body is powerbombed on the mat. The crowd is in awe.)

Eddie: What a sweet f'n powerbomb!! This is over!

(Besolve goes for the cover.)

ONE!

. . .

TWO!

. . .

THREE!

Eddie: WOO!

Rick: We have our winners! Darrel Besolve ends this match with that sickening powerbomb!

(And now we get a shot of Mike Bell and Terence Harris, at least 30 rows deep into the crowd. Bell has just clubbed Harris with a hotdog. Harris fires back, slamming a drink in his face. The two fire more rights at each other.)

Rick: We need security to break this up!

Eddie: Don't break it up! Kill him, Mike!

Rick: Folks... we're outta time... so long!

(In the ring, Darrel is handed the IWA title. He drapes it over his shoulder and stares out at the booing crowd. "Ironman" has begun to play.)

(FLASH)

Match Writing Credits: Donovan Cross vs. Bombastic Barnett - Evan Hurley