(Then, as the music dies down, we are greeted by Rick Miller and Eddie "I don't really work here" Reagan.)

Rick: Welcome fans, to Monday Night Rush! What a show we've got lined up. Two NWA titles will be on the line tonight, as Adam Burke defends against fellow Triad member, Super Shoink. And also, Black Zack Andrews will battle The Boog-man for the NWA World Television belt.

Eddie: Black Zack has a cool freaking name and loves the violence. So he'll win.

Rick: Those are the only factors in your equation?

Eddie: Basically.

Rick: Fans, we're gonna start off with a big first round Cruiserweight matchup, here. IWA's Spark will meet Barrett Sinclair, in what should be a very close match.

Eddie: What exactly are you basing that on, Rick?

Rick: Well... I'm just pullin' it out my ass, I guess. But I do THINK it will be a very close match.

Eddie: Meh. I couldn't care either way. Unless either man bleeds profusely, that is.

("Sliver" by Nirvana begins to play as Spark rolls out of entrance way setting on a blue chair with wheels. He is wearing a black t-shirt that reads "Infamous" in green letters on the front along with a pair of neon green baggy satin pants. He spins in the chair for a moment, revealing the "Scott Andrews" logo on the back of the shirt, before he uses his legs pushing the chair down the aisle way. Once he gets to the ring, Spark stands up and hands the chair to someone in the crowd before sliding into the ring.)

Eddie: Dork.

Rick: Shut up.

(The Mayfly plays by Millencolin and Barrett walks out to a, ahem, "great" crowd reaction. Barrett takes a moment to take it in then makes his way to the ring, lifting his Hardcore Title and even stopping to sign an autograph.)

Eddie: What a guy!

Rick: Um. Shouldn't he be worrying about Spark?

Eddie: No need.

(Spark exits the ring. He takes a run at Barrett, and clubs him in the back. A German suplex later, and Sinclair is writhing in pain.)

Rick: I told you so.

(Spark grabs his opponent and tosses him in the ring. He follws inside and we hear the bell.)

DING DING

(Spark grabs Sincla..)

DING!

Rick: What was that?

Eddie: The bell guy dropped his hammer thingy before the third ding.

Rick: Oh.

(Anyway, Spark grabs Sinclair and yanks him up. He whips him in the ropes. Sinclair comes back into a big dropkick. It knocks him in the ropes. Spark grabs him and knocks him to a knee with a left. But Sinclair comes back with a Samoan drop from nowhere.)

Eddie: There's a move. Sinclair's now doin' stuff.

Rick: Let me call me match, OK?

Eddie: Meh. Be my guest.

Rick: Sinclair has Spark in a hammerlock. And he's lifting Spark in the air! That puts so much pressure on that shoulder and arm.

(Sinclair drops Spark to his hands and knees. He bounces off the ropes and catches Spark with a jumping roundhouse kick, taking him down. Sinclair hurries to the second rope and leaps backwards.)

Rick: Moonsault legdrop! This is over!

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

Eddie: I knew it wasn't over.

Rick: Yeah. Me too.

(Sinclair pulls Spark up. He sets up for a pumphandle.)

Rick: Sinclair's going for his finisher early! The Natural Disaster!

Eddie: The what?

(He lifts Spark over his shoulder, but Spark squirms off. He shoves Sinclair into the ropes. He bounces backwards. Spark scoops him up and slams him down. Sinclair gets up, and suffers another scoop slam.)

Rick: What a devastating move that scoop slam is.

Eddie: The sarcasm wasn't that apparent, Rick.

Rick: Sorry. (very sarcastic like) What a devastating move that scoop slam is!

Eddie: Much better.

(Barrett Sinclair climbs back to his feet. Spark grabs him in a waistlock and tosses him over his feet. But Sinclair lands on his feet. Spark turns around and falls to a belly-to-belly snap suplex.)

Rick: Lightning quick that was.

(Spark gets to his feet. Sinclair tries for a quick kick, but Spark catches it.)

Eddie: Sinclair is screwed now.

(But Barrett leaps up and kicks Spark in the side of the head with his other foot.)

Eddie: Or not.

Rick: What an enziguri.

(Spark is pulled up, rather aggressively. He's tossed hard into the ropes. Spark stumbles out and is dropped to the mat with a bulldog. Sinclair now points to the top rope.)

Rick: Barrett Sinclair is gonna try and end his opponent and move to the second round here!

(He's on the top rope. Sinclair leaps off with a frogsplash, but Spark gets the knees up.)

Eddie: Ouch! That doesn't bode well for the out-of-towner.

(With both men down, the ref counts. But Spark begins rolling to the ropes. He pulls himself up. Sinclair is still on the mat and Spark walks up to him. He kicks Sinclair.)

Rick: Sinclair catches the leg and hits a Dragon-screw legwhip! He holds the leg and is now applying the Sharpshooter!

Eddie: This move can end a match anytime!

Rick: It sure can! Spark is trying to reach the ropes... he's almost there!

(But Sinclair yanks him to the center of the mat.)

Eddie: There goes that idea!

Rick: Spark is making another attempt to the ropes... I think he's gonna make it... HE DOES!

(Sinclair breaks the hold. He grabs Spark and pulls him to his feet. Sinclair with some rights, before tosses Spark in the ropes. Barrett leaps for a dropkick, but Spark holds the ropes.)

Eddie: Spark saw that one coming.

(Sinclair climbs back up, and Spark scoop slams him.)

Rick: There's that scoop slam. He really likes it, doesn't he?

Eddie: It can't even hurt. It just takes you off your feet.

(Sinclair gets back up, and "suffers" another scoop slam.)

Rick: I'm sure it hurts a little.

Eddie: Ugh.

(Spark is going to the top rope now.)

Rick: He's facing the the crowd. Sinclair is getting back up. Spark leaps off backwards... and HITS HIS BACKFLIP DROPKICK!! THE CROWD LOVES IT!

Eddie: He's a dork, that Spark. But that's one kick-ass move!

(Spark grabs the legs of Sinclair, locks them in his arms, and turns him over.)

Rick: THE TEXAS CLOVERLEAF!!!

Eddie: He's got it locked on tight, too.

(Spark grimaces as he applies as much pressure as his body will allow. Sinclair is reaching the ropes... trying to, anyway.)

Rick: He's not gonna make it!

Eddie: I think he will!

Rick: He's can't reach... he's gonna tap!

Eddie: No! He's almost there! He's gonna make it!

(. . .)

TAP! TAP! TAP!

Rick: SPARK WINS!

Eddie: So Spark advances, eh?

Rick: He does, and he'll face "Dazzling" Derek Damon!

(Spark gets up. The crowd is cheering as he raises his arms. Then, he rolls out of the ring. He climbs on the corner of the guardrail.)

Rick: Not this.

(Spark leaps off into the crowd. They catch him and start passing him deeper and deeper in.)

Eddie: He's crowd-surfing! That's so cool!

Rick: Spark's a weirdo.

[A cut backstage.]

Eddie: What now?

[We see a shot of Majik looking at the lineup for tonight�s Rush.]

Majik: Hmm I wonder if Vince, or Fierce or whoever is running this place now have decided to change their minds and book me yet?

[Thumbing his way down the lineup.]

Majik: Spark vs Sinclair � seems I wasn�t given a rematch then�.

[Continuing to look at the lineup.]

Majik: Ozgoode � who is he? Chris Saint. Barcode verses Bell, verses Harris for the Extreme Title, hardcore is so dull�

Eddie: He's lying.

Majik: Burke defends the NWA Cruiser Title against Shoink and erm that Black Zack God like fellow against old-man Boog.

[Double checking in-case there is a mistake.]

Majik: � And that�s it, it seems, no Majik on Rush tonight. Well I�ll just have to do something about that, now won't I?

[Majik walks off in a strop. Back to ringside.]

Eddie: What's a strop?

Rick: Extreme title on the line... NEXT!

Rick: Welcome back fans. We have a HUGE matchup for you next. Mike Barcode, the IWA Extreme champion, defends his title against former champion Mike Bell, and his nemesis, Terence Harris.

Eddie: YES!!!!!

Rick: What a history this match has. Most of us witnessed Mike Barcode win the Extreme title way back when, and then Mike Bell, then known as Deja-Vu beating him for the belt at Night of Terror. Then, only a couple weeks ago, Barcode was able to up the legendary Mike Bell, and become the two-time Extreme champ.

Eddie: And Terence Harris?

Rick: Well, he and Bell were friends many years ago. They went through the indies together before making it in the big-time. These guys go way back. And of course, Harris cost Bell a chance at the NWA Hardcore title at Wrestling Classic, then played a role in Barcode beating Bell for the Extreme title.

Eddie: And just last week, Bell teamed with Hurley to face Darrel Besolve and Harris. Bell and Harris couldn't stay apart and eventually brawled out of sight, allowing Besolve to score the pinfall on Evan.

Rick: Very true.

[Cut backstage.]

Rick: Wait a sec...

[And, to a loudly mixed reaction from the crowd� mostly cheers, I should add� we can see none other than OWC superstar �The Jayster� making his way along one of the corridors. He has a big grin on his face, and what looks to be a �paperboy� style bag slung over one shoulder.]

Rick: The Jayster, from Ohio! How'd he get in here?

Eddie: Levin basically runs things now, and he's an idiot. I blame him.

Jay: [to himself] �Ahh, so THIS is the IWA.�

[He looks around.]

Jay: �Hmm� I thought it�d be bigger.�

[He shrugs.]

Jay: �Now, to business.�

[He reaches into the bag, pulling out a small sheet of A4 paper. He holds it up, grinning to himself again, before reaching up and attaching it to the wall of the corridor with a drawing pin.]

Rick: What in God's name is he doing?

[He takes a step back to admire his handiwork.]

[He grins again.]

Jay: �That should do the trick.�

[A brief pause.]

Jay: �Now, to find the BZA.�

[And with that, he walks off out of shot.]

[A brief close-up of the flyer, before we cut back to ringside.]

Rick: How do people like that become successful wrestlers. That's all I want to know.

Eddie: Petitions, Rick. It's all in the petitions. Now can we get to the damn violence already???

Rick: Yes, let's.

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

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

#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 IWA Tron goes black. The words "Rabid Dawg" appear on the IWA Tron, as the figure lowers its head.]

Eddie: Terence Harris is gonna get his come-up-ens, I tells ya that much.

Rick: What makes you so sure?

Eddie: Cuz Bell wants revenge... and Bell almost always gets what he wants.

#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

[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 tot he 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)

[Terence still walking down the ramp, he has an sadistic 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.]

Eddie: He's a dead man.

(A chill engulfs the moderately sized arena. The fans turn their attention to the entrance ramp, as does Harris, waiting for Mike Bell.)

Rick: This is more than revenge, Eddie. This is the Extreme title. Bell wants it back more than you can know.

Eddie: Oh I know how...

Rick: WAIT! BELL JUST CAME OUT OF THE CROWD AND PASSED US! HE'S ENTERING THE RING!

(Bell slides in the ring, holding in his hand a flourescent bulb. The crowd's reaction begins to climb as they realize Bell is in the ring. Harris stares at the entrance ramp still.)

Eddie: MAKE HIM BLEEEEEED!

(The music stops and Harris is befuddled. He puts his arms in the air out of confusion.)

Rick: Bell's winding up...

(CRASH!)

Eddie: YES!!!

(The crowd cheers loudly as Bell begins to clobber Terence Harris with punches.)

Rick: This match isn't even underway yet!

(Bell reaches into the back of his pants where he has stored an industrial staple gun. The crowd pops immediately.)

Rick: It's the staple gun! We haven't seen this in awhile!

(Bell brings the staple gun to Harris' forehead. But, the crowd's cheering is suddenly cut short.)

Eddie: It's Mike Barcode!

(Barcode slides in the ring. With the IWA Extreme title, he makes a run at Bell, and clocks him in the head.)

Rick: What a shot that was!

DING DING DING!

Eddie: And this one is up and running!

(Barcode covers Bell.)

Rick: Can this happen??

ONE!

TWO!

THR---NO!!!

Eddie: Phew!

(Barcode kicks down on Bell. But Harris, who has already been blodied, has returned to his feet. He grabs Barcode in a full-nelson and sweeps out his legs, smashing the champion's face into the canvas.)

Rick: It's Harris, who is the definite underdog in this thing, who is in control early on.

(Harris kicks Barcode violently until he is forced out of the ring. He pulls Mike Bell up and an Irish whip sends him in the corner. Bell leans against the post, shaken up nicely. Harris charges, but Bell gets the boot up. Harris spins around and Bell fires out with a lariat. But it's countered with a neckbreaker. Harris makes the cover, propping his feet on the second rope for leverage.)

Rick: He's using the ropes!

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

Eddie: You better not!

(Harris grabs Bell and whips him into the corner. He runs and hits a massive dropkick straight to the chest of Bell.)

Eddie: That had to hurt.

(Terence rolls out of the ring as Bell falls face first onto the canvas. Terence grabs something from under the ring and rolls back into the ring. He turns Bell over and drops a knee straight on his face. Bell is rolling around with his hands at his face.)

Rick: What is that in Harris' hand?

Eddie: I dont know but I don't think I like it...

(Terence pulls the object into full view of the camera.)

Rick & Eddie: A SCREW DRIVER!!!!

Rick: What is he going to do with that?!?!?

Eddie: I think Bell is in some major trouble here.

(Terence straddles Bell and brings his arm up with the screw driver pointing down. He brings his hand down fast and hard driving the screw driver straight into the skull of Bell.)

Rick: Oh my god!! This is sick!

Eddie: DAMN, THIS IS BRUTAL!

(Harris rapidly repeats the action driving that screw driver into Bells forehead. Blood is pouring out of Bells head as Harris just continues to driver the screw driver into Bell's skull.)

Rick: This is just disgusting. Someone stop this please!

(Harris drives the screw driver in one more time and leaves it stickin straight up from Bells forehead. Harris stands up and walks away with a disgusting sadistic smile on his face.)

Rick: Look at the look on Harris' face.

(But the look is soon wiped off, as a folded table knocks him off his feet.)

Eddie: Mike Barcode just tossed that table in the ring, and it struck Harris right in the head!

Rick: That's one way...

(Barcode takes a run, and kicks Harris in the face. A mouthful of blood is sent shooting across the ring.)

Eddie: Man.. was that cranberry juice?

Rick: I don't think so, Eddie.

(Barcode sets up the table near the corner. He pulls Terence up to his feet. Barcode sets up for a suplex through the table.)

Eddie: He's gonna suplex Harris through the table!

Rick: But Harris is fighting it off with right hands. And he counters with a northern lights suplex, and this could be it!

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

Eddie: Don't get excited, Rick... Mike Bell is gonna win this match!

(Speaking of Bell, he has risen back to his feet. Bell staggers around the ring. He falls on the ropes, and stays there briefly, as the blood continues to pour out.)

Rick: Are you sure, Eddie? Look at the punishment he's taken already!

Eddie: He's been through much worse in the past few months.

Rick: That's why I'm worried.

(Bell finally shakes off the cobwebs. He approaches Harris, but Terence is much quicker this time, and is able to apply a go-behind. Harris goes for a suplex, but it's blocked. But, here comes Barcode, applying a rear waistlock on Harris.)

Eddie: Harris has Bell, but Barcode has Harris!

(Then, Barcode tries to suplex both men, but it's blocked by both. A second later, Bell hits a mule kick, on both guys.)

Eddie: That's how you win the Extreme title, baby!

(Bell goes behind Barcode, applying a rear-waistlock on him. Barcode still has Harris in a waistlock, and Bell, in a burst of strength, throws both men over his head, suplexing them both through the table.)

Eddie: OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT???

Rick: I sure as hell did! The Natural just suplexed both guys through that damn table!

(The crowd is chanting "MIKE BELL" as 'The Natural' crawls over, covering Mike Barcode.)

Eddie: THIS...

ONE!

Eddie: ...IS...

TWO!

Eddie: ...IT...

KICKOUT!

Eddie: ...NO! Damn it!

Rick: I was sure it was over right there!

(Bell pulls himself out of the ring. He heads over, telling the ring announcer to get off his chair. He folds the chair up and enters the ring. Bell takes a swing at Harris, but he rolls to the floor to safety. Bell tries to hit the current Extreme champ, but he rolls out of the ring aswell.)

Rick: Harris and Barcode have wisely chosen to exit the ring. And now, Bell's up to something here.

(Bell wedges the steel chair in between the second and third ropes in one of the corners. Making sure it's firmly in place, he exits the ring.)

Eddie: That will be fun.

(Bell grabs Harris by the hair. But Terence grabs his tights and throws him head first into the guardrail.)

Rick: Oh man! Bell is gonna have a concussion after this bout!

Eddie: Nothin' new.

(All three men are down now, with Harris taking a much needed breather. Eventually he pulls himself to his feet. But Mike Barcode has done the same. The two men see each other and they lock up.)

Rick: Harris and Barcode are now jockying for position here. And it's Mike Barcode with those headbutts gaining the advantage. He takes Harris by the arm and whips him into the steel steps.

Eddie: Terence just pierced his shoulder there!

Rick: Blood.. lots of blood.

(Barcode is reaching under the ropes. He pulls out a hockey stick wrapped in barbwire.)

Rick: The barbwired hockey stick! The crowd loves it!

(Barcode takes a swing at Harris, and the hockey stick gets stuck in Harris' back. With a jolt, it's pried loose.)

Eddie: Did you see that?? He's got about 20 little holes in him now!

Rick: He's a human pin-cushion, I guess you can say.

(Mike Bell has returned to his feet. He approaches Barcode from behind. But, Barcode turns around.)

FLASH!!

Eddie: What the hell was that???

Rick: Barcode just threw a flame into Bell's eyes! He can't see!

(Barcode swings, and Bell instinctively ducks. The hockey stick gets stuck in the side of the ring. Barcode struggles to get it free. Bell, estimates where he is and tackles him to the ground.)

Eddie: Mike Bell can't even see and he's still winning! He's my kind of champion!

(Bell rolls into the ring. He rolls around, clenching his eyes. The Natural pulls himself to his feet and stumbles around some more. Now, Harris is getting to his feet at one side of the ring, and Barcode on the other.)

Rick: Movement on the outside here... Bell might have a serious eye injury... ever burn your retina, Eddie?

Eddie: Can't say I have... no.

(Harris rolls in the ring. Bell is standing by the corner, trying not to fall down. Harris screams and takes a run at Mike Bell.)

Rick: A SPEAR!

CRACK!

(Bell moved and Harris dives into the chair wedged in the corner.)

Eddie: YES!

(Now, Barcode is in the ring. Bell is still clenching his eyes, and Barcode charges.)

Rick: Another SPEAR!

CRACK

Rick: Bell instinctively moves! Barcode just dove headfirst in the chair!

Eddie: Mike Bell is the very best ring veteran. This was years of experience coming into play.

(Bell rolls out of the ring now. He guides himself to the guardrail. He starts screaming at the fans.)

Bell: WATER! SOMEONE GIVE ME WATER!

(A handful of fans stick out bottles of water. Bell fumbles around until he grabs hold of one. He pours the water over his eyes, and is relieved almost instantly.)

Rick: Bell's getting an assist from his loyal fans.

(Now, Mike Bell reaches under the ring and pulls out a bag. He rolls back in and empties its contents on the mat.)

Eddie: THUMBTACKS! LOTS AND LOTS OF THUMBTACKS!

(Bell grabs Harris and pulls him up. He tries to suplex him into the tacks, but it's countered with a back-body drop.)

Rick: Bell lands on his feet! Harris turns and is hit with a stiff uppercut! Bell with a gutwrench... he lifts Harris in the air and powerbombs him ON THE THUMBTACKS!!!

Eddie: WOOO!!!!

(Bell grabs his legs and quickly applies the Natural Lock, with Terence Harris' body pressed into the tacks.)

Rick: We've seen this before! This helped put Byron Tanis out of wrestling!

Eddie: Sweet revenge!

Rick: If Harris taps, Mike Bell regains the Extreme title!

(Barcode is stirring, but not fast enough. Harris is screaming in pain, tacks digging into his entire body. The crowd is going berzerk.)

Rick: I don't think Harris can hold out any longer!

Eddie: He's raising his arm... HE'S GONNA TAP!!! HE'S GONNA TAP!!!

(Harris has the air in the arm, but he's still fighting. But, he can't fight no longer.)

Rick: HE'S... WAIT! BARCODE MAKES THE SAVE!!! THAT WAS SO CLOSE!!!

(Bell tumbles to his side after being booted in the face. Barcode, breathing heavily, grabs his hockey stick wrapped in barbwire. He grabs a strand and yanks it free. Blood begins trickling from his hands.)

Eddie: Barcode is freeing up the barbwire and is tearing his hand apart in the process!

(Having a section of the barbwire, he wraps it around his shoulder.)

Rick: This guy is insane!

(Mike Bell is getting back to his feet. His face is completely red.)

Rick: What is Barcode planning to do???

Eddie: I don't like this...

(Bell turns around and is booted in the stomach. Barcode grabs him by the throat, spins around, and nails his "ARMAGGEDON" inverted-neckbreaker.)

Rick: THE ARMAGGEDON... BELL'S FACE HAS BEEN MUTILATED BY THE BARBWIRE AROUND BARCODE'S FACE!!!

Eddie: THAT WAS F(beep)ING SICK!!!

(Barcode falls on top of Bell, and makes the cover.)

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

Rick: This could be...

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

Rick: This will be...

......................THREE!!!

Rick: IT IS!!!

Eddie: Barcode retains! I can't believe this!

(The crowd boos. The ref comes in and hands Barcode the Extreme title. He holds it in the air, before collpasing to the mat. Barcode rolls out of the ring. His music plays as he stumbles up the ramp, leaving his two beaten opponents in the ring.)

Rick: What a sickening display! We need to ban the Extreme title... it is killing our talent!

(Terence Harris has pulled himself up. Thumbtacks still stuck in his body as he pulls Bell up.)

Eddie: Oh please don't...

(Harris has him in a rear-waistlock at the edge of the ring.)

Rick: Oh deer god...

(And with a scream, Harris tosses Bell over the top rope with a German suplex. Bell floats through the air before crashing into the floor on his upper back and head.)

SMACK!

Rick: NO!! THAT WAS SICK!!!

Eddie: THE MATCH IS OVER GODDAMN IT!!!

(Harris spits at Bell's limp body. The audience is horrified. Quickly, paramedics are running down to ringside to tend to Bell. Harris rolls out of the ring. He limps up the ramp as his Nas theme music plays.)

Rick: Bell is seriously hurt, folks! His body has taken such a beating...

(The medics load Bell on a stretcher. They begin to walk him to the back area. The audience is applauding Bell, giving him a standing ovation.)

Eddie: This is sad. I've never seen him so broken before.

(Just then, Bell rolls off the stretcher. He pulls himself to his feet, screaming that he doesn't need help. The crowd is cheering loud, as Bell heads to the back under his own power.)

Rick: Is he insane??

Eddie: He's brave, and he is my hero!

(The medics encourage him to lay on the stretcher, but he ignores them, and walks very slowly and wobbly to the backstage area. A trail of blood is behind left behind him.)

Rick: This is a sight that I could do without.

[From the break, we are in Mike Bell's dressing room. Here, he sits, looking like hell. His face is cut in several locations.]

Rick: We're back. We just witnessed Mike Barcode retain the Extreme title. But even more important is Bell. He refuses medical attention, even though it is very apparent that he needs it.

[Bell is wiping the blood from his body, trying to clean himself up. Now, IWA interviewer, Sam Bricks is shown inside the room.]

Bricks: I'm here with "The Nature" Mike Bell...

Bell: It's "The Natural" you f(beep)ing idiot!

[Bell is livid. The young, redheaded Bricks is frigthened.]

Bricks: I'm, uh, sorry, Mr. Bell. I'm a little nervous.

Bell: You interviewers come in here after I go through 15 minutes of agony, and you think that I'm gonna be all goody-goody? Did you see what happened to me out there? HUH??

[Bricks tries to find the words.]

Bricks: I... I jus... I just wanted to get your comments on...

[Suddenly, the door flies open, and Adam Fierce steps in.]

Fierce: Take a coffee break, Bricks.

[Bricks wastes not a moment obeying his boss. Fierce looks down at Bell.]

Fierce: Mike, you can't keep doing this.

Bell: Doing what? My job?

Fierce: You're a wrestler, not a machine. Week in and week out for the past 4 months, you've been wrestling hardcore matches. And not just any hardcore matches, but some of the most brutal hardcore matches I've ever witnessed.. and I've been here a long damn time. You're battles with Evan Hurley, Mike Barcode, Tanis, The Boog-man, Super Shoink, Chris Mann...

Bell: What are you getting at, Fierce?

Fierce: Your two matches with Mann put him out of wrestling, maybe forever! Tanis is gone because of your match with him!

Bell: (agressively) What are you saying??

Fierce: I know your body isn't 100%, not after all the shit you put yourself through to elevate the Extreme title. And I know your having emotional difficulties regarding the death of your grandfather. So, I'm giving you a vacation, Bell. Take some time off.

Eddie: What? No! Not my Mike Bell!

[Bell looks down and begins unlacing his boots.]

Bell: Not interested.

Fierce: Mike, look at yourself. You look like hell all the time. You could barely even make it out of the ring tonight! It's been an incredible run since you came into the IWA... you've had more spectacular hardcore bouts than... even Neurosis or Fabul... but now you need to rest your body, and your mind. Go deal with your demons.

Bell: Sorry, Fierce. I have business to take care of.

[Fierce sighs.]

Fierce: You lasted longer than anyone could have imagined... you raised the bar on the Extreme title, and hardcore matches all around the Alliance. Mike, listen to me. You have to take a break. You must rest! You have to take a break and heal! This will all be here when you come back! The IWA, the Extreme title...

[Bell looks at Fierce briskly.]

Bell: But what about Terence Harris? Who's to say he'll still be here? I'm not leaving until I take care of business!

[Fierce is getting upset now.]

Fierce: Damnit, Bell! You leave me no choice... but to, SUSPEND YOU INDEFINITELY!!

Rick: What?

Eddie: No!

[The crowd gasps. Bell stands up quickly, angered. But, he loses his balance and falls back on the bench.]

Bell: Damn... you can't do this, Fierce! You can't do this!

Fierce: I just have! Get packed and go home, Mike, or I'll have you dragged out of the arena.

[Fierce leaves. Bell has a look that of horror, sadness, and rage.]

Eddie: He just suspended Mike Bell! I'm gonna kill him!

Rick: I hate to say it, but I agree with Fierce 100%. He's mentally not capable right now. His mind is clearly clouded by his feelings for his grandfather, and his hatred towards Harris.

Eddie: I don't care! It's Mike Bell!

Rick: Would you rather he wrestle until he's injured permanently? This way, he can rest and come back stronger than ever!

Eddie: It's still not right. It just isn't.

Rick: We'll have more on this story as it develops, fans. But we have to move on with this show.

Eddie: I don't want to! I want Mike Bell!

Rick: (ignoring Eddie) Folks, it's time for the first hour main event! For the NWA World Cruiserweight title, Adam Burke defends against Super Shoink!

Eddie: So, instead of Mike Bell, we get two goofballs? That's not a fair trade.

Rick: Thank you, Eddie. I'll miss Bell just as much as the next guy. But no one cares what you think.

Eddie: Shut up, you bastard! Cruiserweights suck! Especially cowardly ones that eat cookies when they do something good!

Rick: You really don�t have a clue do you? The two men about to light this crowd alight are two of the best cruiserweight�s, Jnr-Heavyweight�s, call them what you will on this side of the Pacific. You will be hard pressed to find anyone to equal them in their weight class and what�s more they will be putting their talents on display with the NeWA World Cruiserweight Title on the line!

Eddie: Big deal this is the IWA, I say the IWA Cruiserweight Title is worth more than that lousy NeWA version.

Rick: Your right in the fact that the IWA version of the strap is a damn prestigious championship, especially with the ongoing tournament for the title being one of the highlights of the NeWA at the moment but you can�t ignore the history and tradition that the NeWA World Cruiserweight Championship holds. The title that �The Tiger� Adam Burke will defend tonight has seen legends of the industry like Jim �The Dragon� Dalton, Kestrel Falcos and Ray Masters amongst it�s former champions. There�s no denying that being the NeWA World Cruiserweight Champion is what every flyer around the globe someday hopes to achieve. Adam Burke has already reached that lofty pinnacle and tonight he hopes to retain that status as he defends the championship against his good friend and fellow Triad member Super Shoink.

Eddie: Ugh. Can't wait.

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

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

(Blue fireworks blast and the lights fade up to reveal �The Tiger� Adam Burke, Brandy McMillan, and Evan "Everyday" Hurley on the entrance ramp.)

So many times it happens too fast / You trade your passion for glory / Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past / You must fight just to keep them alive

(The arena fills with applause as they see two thirds of The Triad up on the ramp. Burke has the NeWA World Cruiserweight Title on his shoulder, the IWA Tag on the other.)

It's the eye of the tiger / It's the thrill of the fight

(The three make their way down to the ring, pumping each other up, and high fiving as many people as they can on the way down.)

Rising up to the challenge of our rival

(Burke dashes under the ropes, then climbs up the nearby turnbuckle, raising the two belts up above his head, as blue fireworks cascade down from around the rafters.)

And the last known survivor / Stalks his prey in the night / And he's watching us all with the eye, of the tiger

Eddie: Look�s like Burke won that paper, scissors thing after all.

Rick: It wouldn�t have surprised me if those two went up to best 60 out of a 100, never mind 3 out of 5. But whatever the outcome of that the defending champion �The Tiger� Adam Burke is out first and he brought company.

Eddie: I bet he�s thinking of turning on Shoink tonight.

Rick: Eh? Why do you say that?

Eddie: Well why did Hurley come down with Burke and not Shoink?

Rick: He has to come down with somebody Eddie, but after what happened to Burke at the hands of Darrel Besolve last week, and with the threat of Mike Barcode always lurking around every corner, Burke and Shoink have to bring backup out with them.

Eddie: Burke look�s a little nervous in that ring though isn�t he?.

Rick: I expect he would be after everything that has happened and to top that off these two friends have to face each other in one of the most anticipated NeWA World Cruiserweight Title matches of the year. They just want a good clean bout void of interference, but they�ve brought Hurley out with them as insurance.

[Blur�s "Song 2" hits]

WOOHOO!

[Green and Blue pyro goes off]

Rick: And here comes the challenger.

[Super Shoink walks out. He�s got on his green jersey with a blue "TRIAD!" on the front, and blue "76" 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: Super Shoink looks pumped for his multi-delayed match for the NeWA Cruiserweight title!

Eddie: But he�ll have to beat his goofball friend to do it! HA!

[Dackles now walks out wearing one of his many Adam Burke T-shirts and a sign�]

[Shoink gives a displeased look at Dackles. Dackles quickly turns the sign around�]

[The somewhat satisfied Shoink turns back to the ring, climbs the apron, and flips over the ropes into the ring.]

Eddie: Dackles rules � everybody loves a power-hungry, yet oddball manager.

[DING DING]

Rick: Burke hands the ref the championship belt and he signals for the bell. The bell sounds and Burke and Shoink shake hands. Nice show of respect there to open this contest.

Eddie: What? No trick? No kick in the nut�s from either guy, boring. We start the match as Goofball #1 and Goofball #2 tie up in the middle of the ring! There you go follow my intro.

Rick: [Sarcastic] I�ll try �

[Shoink gets a knee up, connecting to the Tiger�s midsection. Adam bends over from the blow. SS runs, bounces off the ropes and bulldogs Burke.]

Rick: Shoink starts off fast and furious and follows up the bulldog by pulling back on Burke�s leg.

Eddie: But Burke uses his other leg to kick Shoink off him!

Rick: Both men back to their feet. Shoink goes for a high roundhouse kick, but Burke ducks!

[Shoink can�t stop his momentum as he twirls around, allowing Burke to grab him from behind.]

Rick: Adam with a belly-to-back suplex! Super Shoink tries to pull himself up, but Burke kicks him back down. Now Burke is going to the turnbuckle� climbing� jumps from the second rope!

[Shoink rolls out of the way, allowing Burke to fall on his face.]

Rick: Shoink now pulling Burke to his feet, and Irish Whipping him into the corner. Shoink runs into him, elbowing him upside the head. Now the Shoinkstar is delivering lefts and rights to his Triad friend!

Eddie: Oh, how fragile the bonds of friendship when material possession comes between.

Rick: �

Eddie: �I mean� YEAH! BEAT �EM UP!

[Burke gets in a chop to Shoink�s neck, sending him back and ending the barrage of punches.]

Rick: Shoink stumbles back. And Burke connects with a drop kick! Shoink�s back down! Burke approaches the fallen SS� but Shoink ties up their feet with a drop toe hold! Both men down� and now both men back to their feet.

[Shoink charges Burke with a clothesline, but Burke is able to duck it. Shoink bounces off the ropes. The awaiting Burke lifts the running Shoink into the air, but Shoink is able to flip over back onto his feet.]

Rick: Great agility by Super Shoink!

[Burke turns around to see Shoink bounce off the ropes once more and, this time, land the clothesline.]

Rick: Nice lariat, both men showing the same strategy by pulling out some big moves from the get-go. Cover from SS but Burke powers out on 2. Hurley and co. cheer on both sides from the outside as Shoink debates the count with the ref. Small package from Burke, one-two-no, both men are up on there feet. Shoink throws a lariot but Burke sees it coming and ducks landing a swinging neck-breaker.

Rick: Despite everything that has happened to these two, they are really putting on one hell of a show.

Eddie: No tables, no glass, no tacks equals no show.

(Burke has Shoink in a grapple, and attempts to Irish whip Super Shoink into the ropes, but it's quickly reversed. Burke bounces back leapfrogs over Shoink. Burke bounces off again and spears SS to the mat.)

Rick: And Shoink is down, Burke wasting no time getting Shoinkstar up to his feet, and goes for the Irish whip again. Shoink is about to bounce, but catches the ropes in time. It won't do much good though because Burke sends him flying over the top rope and straight to the outside with a beautiful dropkick.

Eddie: Ooh! Burke is Tough Enough, where�s the eyebrow�s?!

Rick: It's a good dropkick! What?

(Shoink lands on the outside hard and isn't moving, and Burke looks around almost nervously for a minute in the ring, recovering from the earlier brawling based offence of SS and preparing himself what he is about to do. He then runs at the opposite rope, bounces back and takes off for the rope. As he reaches it he hops up on the third rope, and gets some air.)

Rick: Burke plants himself up ontop of that rope, and flies off with an Alian Tornillo! That was incredible, the fans are going crazy! This is one hell of a cruiserweight match up!

Eddie: Could have been cool, maybe with a table.

Rick: Anybody can break a table, not everybody can perform an Alian Tornillo.

[The referee counts to around seven before Burke breaks the count by pushing Shoink back into the ring. Burke immediately hook�s the leg but only gets the count of one and 3/4 . Undeterred Burke lifts his opponent and fellow Triad member to his feet and whips him into the ropes.]

Rick: Burke lines up a spinning crescent kick but Shoink parries the blow using his forearm and follows up with a couple of stinging left-jabs to the jaw of the unbalanced champ. Burke staggers but Shoink continues the closed fists and backs him into the turnbuckle with a series of hard crunching kicks to the mid-section.

Eddie: �

[More fists from Burke sends the Tiger slumping into the corner, but Shoink waste no time and pull�s him straight to his feet and whips him into the ropes landing a back-breaking spinebuster obtaining a near fall.]

Rick: Are you going to contribute to the commentary Eddie, or do I have to call it all myself?

Eddie: Your doing fine, I don�t need to. Remind me to do the colour guy thing and crack a bad joke in a minute or two.

[Rick shakes his head.]

Rick: Shoink picks up Burke and drops a leg over the kneck of the champ. He covers again 1-2-Kickout from Burke. Shoink pulls him to his feet and lifts him high into air for a vertical suplex but Burke slides out the back route and pushes his challenger into the ropes and catches him on the way back with a drop toe hold before maneuvering himself on top of Shoink applying an arm bar submission hold.

[Releasing the hold Burke hoists Shoink to his feet and lands a Russian leg-sweep before picking him back up landing a right hand and swiftly executing a snap suplex.]

Rick: Burke goes to the outside and climbs to the top rope, he�s going to come off top, split-legged moonsault all the way down onto the chest of Shoink. This could be over, the ref counts 1-2-NOOOOO! Ever so close to retaining his title.

Eddie: Hmm � still can�t think of anything funny other than the caliber of this match.

Rick: Let it rest Eddie, you and I both know this match is developing into a scorcher. Burke drags Shoink up and tosses him into the ropes, TIGER RANA from the champ! Burke is right up and runs the ropes Lionsault and he nails it perfectly.

Eddie: This is definitely, positively over, time for my snack break me thinks �

Rick: The ref is slightly out of position, he counts one, two, thrrrrrnooooo.

Eddie: Unbelievable, how the turd did he kick out of that? Ugh. Come on guys finish it up I�m really hungry.

[Burke asks the referee if he�s sure that was just two as Shoink struggles to his feet. Burke goes back over to the Shoinkstar and throws a right but is blocked and stunned by a couple of hard right hands himself. Shoink takes advantage and grabs the head of the champ and runs up the nearby turnbuckle and drops back down with a nasty tornado DDT that looked particularly nasty for Adam Burke.]

Rick: Is he going to cover him? No! Shoink picks up his good friend Burke and lands a belly-to-belly suplex

[Taking a breather for a second Shoink steps back and turning Burke over slaps on a Boston Crab. Burke screams in pain but manages to grab the bottom rope.]

Eddie: I just hope Burke has an easy-chair set up for him backstage because his lower-back has really taken a pounding tonight.

Rick: That it has, wow, once more you astound me by actually showing you can do this if you try hard enough.

Eddie: Yeah. I know. I�m good but I can�t be arsed.

[Shoink keeps up the assault on the lower-back of Burke with a series of knee�s, kicks and punches to the lower-lumbar of �The Tiger� before slapping on a Camel Clutch which Burke could almost not escape from before his repeated struggling wore out Shoink and he released the hold before jumping down hard into the back, leaving Burke squirming on the canvas.]

Rick: Shoink let�s Burke stand to his feet, albeit more than a little handicapped by the punishment to his back. Shoink approaches from the back but Burke swings behind him with his heel and catches Shoink in the groin.

Eddie: Yeah! A low-blow, finally some dirty tactics.

Rick: I don�t think that was intentional from Burke, more instinctive, but effective none-the-less as Shoink is grounded in extreme pain.

[Burke grabs ahold of Shoink from the rear and lands a German-Suplex but he keeps ahold and nails a second one, although not as crisp as the first one, he attempts to go for a third German-Suplex but his back gives out on him mid-motion and Shoink ends up on top of him.]

Rick: Cover � 1-2-NO! That was nearly it! Burke�s back must be screaming!

[Shoink takes a brief moment to steady himself before lifting Burke and landing a backbreaker. He covers and obtains a very close fall. Setting Burke up on his knee�s Shoink then unleashes a brutal combination of stiff kicks to the back and Burke collapses.]

Eddie: I thought you said these guys are friends?

Rick: They are! But the NeWA World Cruiserweight Title is up for grabs and both men are holding nothing back! Shoink covers but Burke is able to kick out on two. Shoink checks the count with the ref as Adam Burke slides to the outside near stable-mate Evan Hurley.

[Shoink steps to the outside as Evan Hurley and co. step aside and let the action continue. Shoink rolls him back in the ring and climbs back up onto the apron but Burke catches him with a desperate neck-breaker onto the top rope. ]

Rick: Shoink crashes to the outside as Burke try�s to recoup in the ring, still holding his lower-back. Shoink groggly gets to his feet and rolls back in but is met once again by Burke who rocks his head back with a hard right as he gets to his feet before shooting him off into the ropes and this time landing a spinning crescent kick.

[Burke scoops up his challenger and lands a running DVD. He covers but to the amazement of many, including Burke himself, did not get the three. After wasting a little time Burke approaches the downed Shoink but is caught by surprise by a small package which gets an extreme near fall, that many in the crowd thought was three. Shoink followed it up with a couple of stiff lariats followed by a spine crunching piledriver.]

Eddie: Is that legal? He can�t do that here can he, this aint Pay-Per-View?

Rick: This is the IWA and Shoink can do whatever he wants, including piledrivers, and that was one sickening bump Burke just took. Shoink pulls Burke to his feet and applys the Shoink Side Stretch, this can�t be good for Burke�s back.

[Burke screams in absolute agony. No doubt this is torture.]

Rick: We could be seeing the crowning of a new NeWA World Cruiserweight Champion in Super Shoink as Burke is on the verge of tapping out.

[Out of nowhere, the crowd actually, just as the Triad expected out runs Mike Barcode who first flattens Brandy with a big right before catching Hurley unawares on the outside with a steel pipe! He attempts to get into the ring but Dackles grabs his foot.]

Rick: Shoink keeps the hold on Burke who is surely almost moments away from quiting �

[Barcode kicks away Dackles before dropping down to threaten him with the pipe. Barcode lays into Dackles with the steel pipe and he goes down. Blood everywhere. But Barcode isn�t finished the Extreme Champion continues to punish Dackles with the pipe. Shoink who has seen the events on the outside unfold from within the ring cannot take any more and let�s go of Burke before sliding to the outside.]

Rick: It�s Barcode and Shoink on the outside going at it! Shoink has him rocking and now the busted open Hurley joins the fray having dragged himself off the floor. Hurley and Shoink double up on Barcode, a double clothesline sends Barcode back into the crowd.

[Hurley follows him in and brawls through the fans as Shoink first see�s to his battered manager Dackles before climbing back into the ring.]

Rick: Shoink turns to the outside to see if Dackles is okay yet but wait Burke has struggled back to his feet, Shoink turns around � TIGER�S CLAW! BURKE SOMEHOW NAILED HIS FAMOUS SUPERKICK ON SHOINK AND COLLAPSES ONTOP OF HIM! THE REF COUNTS

[1-2-3!!!]

Rick: BURKE WINS! HE RETAINS! BUT I DON�T THINK HE SAW WHAT HAPPENED ON THE OUTSIDE!

[Eddie drops his head-set and heads for the snack bar with the match finished. Rick rounds it up as Burke is handed the NeWA World Cruiser belt.]

Rick: Shoink looks a little upset and points to Dackles and Brandy on the outside obviously trying to explain to Burke what happened. Burke can�t believe it and throws his belt down in disgust � the great match they where having ruined by Mike Barcode. Brandy, shaken but not stired too much on the outside tends to Dackles as Shoink bends over and picks up the title belt dropped by Burke.

[Crowd hush as they anticipate Shoink�s actions.]

Rick: Shoink looks at the title belt but smiles and hands it over to Adam Burke raising his arm in victory. Burke offers a hand-shake and Shoink accepts. Shoink came close tonight but his time will come no doubt, but the real story is what will the Triad�s response be to yet another interference from Mike Barcode?

[The shot ends as Shoink, together with Brandy, help Dackles out of the arena as Burke gingerly walks out by their side still holding his back..]

[We cut backstage and witness OWC's Chris Saint coming through the entrance, complete with a black shirt with the OWC letters in green.]

Rick: Chris Saint has entered the arena. Tonight he will battle fellow OWC star, Alec Ozgoode in the first round of the IWA Cruiserweight Title tournament!

Eddie: OWC guy vs. OWC guy, eh? That doesn't bode well for the OWC.

Rick: You don't make sense, stop talking.

Eddie: OK.

[The crowd gives the popular OWC star a mixed reaction. Saint looks ready, as he slowly walks through the loading area at the Canada Games Complex. Suddenly, we hear the sound of steel clanking.]

Saint: What the. . .

[Saint looks up just as a dozen or so of steel bars comes falling through the air from a storage deck above.]

Saint: SHIT!!

[The bars crash onto Saint with sickening clanks and engulf his now broken body.]

Rick: OH MY GOD! WE NEED A DOCTOR!

[Saint is totally covered, save for a limp hand that sticks through between two of the long bars. The camera quickly pans upwards and we see a dark figure on the deck, escaping the scene.]

Rick: Saint has been attacked... viciously! This isn't right! Who would do this?

Eddie: About half of the IWA's locker room.

[Another shot of Saint, burried in steel. A handful of medics and stagehands begin crowding the area. They remove the steel bars frantically, and expose Saint, bruised and battered from the heavy, crushing steel.]

Rick: My god... I don't know what to say.

[Returning from the break, we see Chris Saint being loaded into the back of an ambulance.]

Rick: Welcome back fans. Moments ago, a mysterious figure caused a pile of steel bars to fall onto Chris Saint, and Saint is in serious condition, folks. He is being brought to the Thunder Bay General Hospital for immediate attention.

[The medic enters the ambulance and shuts the doors behind him. The ambulance drives off, sirens roaring.]

[From here, we cut to the front office. Adam Fierce paces around, while Aaron Levin sits at the desk. They are assessing the situation.]

Fierce: Damnit. This is bad. We've got a cruiserweight tournament match tonight! What are we gonna do?

Levin: Forget about that! Saint was nearly killed. We need to find out who did this!

Fierce: And I do plan on doing just that. But this is Rush... live! And we are out a match! Saint was suppose to wrestle Ozgoode tonight in the first round. Now what can we do?

Levin: I suppose we'll have to give Ozgoode the first match by forfeit.

Fierce: Do we have any other options?

Levin: Well. . .

[As Levin trails off into thought, the doors to the office fly open. Standing there is Majik.]

Majik: Mr. Fierce, Mr. Levin. Good day.

Fierce: This is not a good time, Majik. Come back later.

Majik: But it is a good time. With the sudden attack on Chris Saint, you are in dire need of a Cruiserweight opponent for Ozgoode, am I correct?

Fierce: Yes. And...?

[Majik spreads open his arms and smiles widely.]

Majik: I'm not booked tonight.

[Fierce ponders briefly. Then, a smile emerges.]

Fierce: Alright, you're in!

Majik: Great! You won't regret this, Mr. Fierce.

[Majik exits. Fierce, adorning his smile, turns to Levin.]

Fierce: Now there's a go-getter.

Levin: Something's fishy about this...

[Cut to ringside.]

Rick: Well, it seems we're gonna have Alec Ozgoode versus Majik in the first round of the Cruiserweight tournament, when we return from break.

Eddie: Meh. It's all the same to me.

[Before the break, we cut to the indoor parking area. There, we see a black Impreza with the license plate, "BELL NWA".]

Rick: That's Mike Bell's vehicle. But, folks, he's not there.

[Cut somewhere else. Now, we see Mike Bell, walking down the aisle, all bandaged up. He's having a hard time walking.]

Bell: Terence... oh Terence... come out, come out, where ever you are!

Eddie: Bell wants Harris! And with good reason!

Rick: But he's suspended!

[We are back. And in the back. Mike Bell is still walking down the backs of the Canada Games Complex, looking for Terence Harris.]

Bell: I'm gonna find you, Terence! And when I do...

[Bell turns the corner, and there, standing in his way, is Adam Fierce. With him, are a dozen security officers. Real ones.]

Eddie: Uh oh.

Fierce: I thought I told you to leave.

Bell: You know I can't.

Fierce: Than you leave me no choice.

[Fierce makes the motion with his hands, and the security officers rush Bell. They restrain him. Bell is weakened from battle, and is an easy catch. The guards cuff him.]

Eddie: I can't believe this is happening!

[Bell looks at the Vice President.]

Bell: You've changed, Fierce.

Fierce: I have. I was a wrestler before. Now, I run things. I have to change. Throw him out of the building.

[The guys cart him away. But Fierce stops them for a second.]

Fierce: Bell, your car will be delivered to you outside the arena. I strongly suggest you use it to check yourself in to the Thunder Bay hospital.

[Then, they continue carrying him off.]

[Cut to ringside.]

Rick: Mike Bell is gone, Eddie!

(Eddie is nearly in tears.)

Eddie: Oh man.

("Self-Esteem" by The Offspring blares.)

Rick: There's the music, folks. And we're set for Cruiserweight tournament action!

(Moments later, the 5'8" Alec Ozgoode emerges, wearing amateur wrestling gear.)

Eddie: Where's the rest of him?

Rick: This is it. All 190 pounds.

Eddie: Yeah, he's pretty tiny, alright.

(Ozgoode heads to the ring, confident in himself it seems. He dives in and the song cuts.)

(�You can�t bring me down� by Rocky George & Mike Muir begins to play over the sound speakers as the crowd who know recognise the music groan as they realise who is about to step 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: What�s he doing here?

#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 his trademark � length black leather jacket out steps Majik, with his light brown coloured hair tied back into a ponytail with that bizarre face paint of two unique black symbols one above and one below his left eye upon his smirking face.]

Rick: Here he is, filling in for the injured Chris Saint, 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 boos as Majik sneers towards them on his way down to the ring.]

#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

Rick: I wouldn't be surprised if Majik was the one who attacked Saint, considering it took him only a couple of minutes to offer his services to the front office.

Eddie: You heard Fierce... he's a go-getter! That's all.

#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: It's just the way he is. He lost to Spark last week and has been whining about it since.

Eddie: Whining? He was screwed!

Rick: How?

Eddie: Shh... I'm watching wretstling.

#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!

[Majik climbs the ring steps before disrobing his leather jacket revealing a tight sleeveless black top 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

[Majik leans over the ring ropes and sneers at the crowd, as he always does, because he can.]

[Then, the bell.]

DING DING DING!

(Majik wastes no time, lunging towards Ozgoode. But Alec is smaller and quicker. He kicks Majik in the gut, and follows it up with a series of punches. Ozgoode then goes for an Irish whip, but it's reversed. Coming off the ropes, Majik nails Ozgoode with a dropkick. Ozgoode bounces off the ropes and falls victim to another dropkick, this time to the knees.)

Rick: Majik is going to work on the knees early. Look at him pound away!

Eddie: But Ozgoode blocks that last one, and flips Majik off his feet.

Rick: Both men back up now. Majik with a shot, but it's ducked. And now... Alec Ozgoode is BITING Majik!

Eddie: That's not legal, right?

Rick: It isn't, no!

(The ref forces him off. Majik is pissed now and he attacks Ozgoode. But Alec is ready, and takes him down with a hiptoss. He follows it up with a legdrop, then a cover.)

(. . . . . . ONE . . . Majik tosses Ozgoode off of him.)

Rick: You can't win a wrestling match with a legdrop.

Eddie: You can if you're nearing 50, have two bad knees, and are living off your past.

Rick: Huh?

Eddie: Nothing.

(Ozgoode back up. He hurries towards Majik, and pounds on his back with an axe-handle. Majik powers through the attack and chops Alec across the chest. This backs Ozgoode up, and Majik follows through, applying a full-nelson. He holds it briefly, before sweeping out Ozgoode's legs, and smashing his face into the mat.)

Rick: That'll be sore in the morning.

(Majik quickly applies the Boston crab.)

Eddie: Right in the center of the ring... Ozgoode has no place to go!

(But Ozgoode won't give. He absorbes the pain, screaming loudly. Then, he makes a very serious attempt at the ropes. Ozgoode finally grabs a hold of the bottom rope. Majik is forced to release the hold. Ozgoode is brought back to his feet. Majik takes a moment to sneer at the crowd, and Ozgoode uses the opportunity, headbutting Majik.)

Rick: OWC's Alec Ozgoode is fighting back now with a series of punches... and scratches??

Eddie: Whatever works.

(Ozgoode bounces off the ropes with a cross-body block and takes Majik down, much to the liking of the fans in attendance. Majik gets up, but suffers a kick to the stomach, followed briskly with a DDT.)

Rick: Alec Ozgoode is exploding here... and now he's going to the top rope!

(He makes it to the top, and waits for Majik to get to his feet. But he waits a little too long. As Ozgoode leaps off, Majik leaps in the air, and dropkicks him in the knees. Ozgoode flips over and lands badly on the back of his head.)

Eddie: Holy shit! That was about as bad as that could have went.

Rick: For sure! Ouch.

(Majik grabs Ozgoode by the head, and violently pulls him up. Ozgoode is having trouble staying on his feet, but Majik takes care of that, hoisting him across his shoulders. Majik takes a run and plants Ozgoode with a running Death Valley Driver.)

Rick: OH! He calls that the Spellbinder! Ozgoode might be done, here!

(Majik grabs Ozgoode by his legs. He sticks his own leg through, crosses Ozgoode's leg, and turns him onto his stomach. Majik leans way back.)

Eddie: The Sharpshooter! Ain't no where to go this time!

(Alec Ozgoode fights the pain with everything he's got. He reaches out to the ropes, but Majik won't let up for a second.)

Rick: How long can Ozgoode hold out?

(He makes one last attempt to reverse the hold. But Majik holds strong. Ozgoode taps.)

Eddie: Not long at all!

Rick: Majik wins, and moves on to the second round. And he wasn't even supposed to be in the tournament in the first place!

Eddie: Yeah, that's funny. Imagine if he wins? That'd be damn hilarious.

(Majik gets to his feet, and raises his arms, triumphantly. The crowd boos, and he sneers at them as a result. Then, he gives Ozgoode one last kick for good measure before exitting the ring.)

[Cut backstage again.]

[And heeeeeeeeere�s Jay. Ster, that is. And he�s standing in front of a seemingly puzzled backstage crewmember.]

Rick: Here he is again.

Jay: [angry] �I don�t care, dude� when we meet for the Television Title, I am so going to kick your ass.�

Crewmember: �But I�m not��

Jay: [cutting] �I don�t want to hear it. You may have got lucky against those dudes, but you�re dealing with ME now. And let me tell you, looking at you right now, I don�t see what all the damn fuss is about.�

Crewmember: �Look, I�m not��

Jay: [again cutting in] �NO, dude. This is my time to talk. Your days with that belt are TOTALLY numbered. And maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow� if you have a match tomorrow, that is� but soon, soon you�re going to lose that title. And, like, hopefully it�ll be to ME, dude.�

Rick: Does he think that's Black Zack Andrews?

[Jay points emphatically, glaring.]

Jay: �Yeah. That�s YOU told.�

[And, he walks off out of shot, leaving a stunned crewmember in his wake.]

Crewmember: [shaking his head, to himself] �Moron.�

Eddie: Wow.

Rick: One more break folks... stay tuned!

Rick: We're back! And fans, it's time... it's time...

Eddie: You sound gay when you do this.

Rick: ...it's MAIN EVENT TIME!

Eddie: Guh.

Rick: The Boog-man, after defeating Adam Fierce a couple weeks ago, and in turn driving Mike Vincent away, will get another chance at gold as he challenges the current NWA World Television champion... Black... Zack... Andrews!

(There are times he thinks that this is the battle that he was born to fight.)

(Good versus evil.)

(The problem is, the truly evil think that they are the good.)

(Boog stands at the entrance, wondering if he imagines the same thing.)

(Neither has faced an opponent so determined to see the other fall.)

(Neither has fallen yet.)

Boog: Not against flesh and blood...

#Some for the Money
#Some for the show
#Some for the credit
#Some expect it from the get-go

#Some get bush-leagued
#Some win the rings
#Some get high-reflecting glory that the good Lord brings

#Shortstop standing in the lurch
#Bridging faith and field research
#High-wire balance, every move is inspired
#Hedge your bets and Handicaps
#Shortstop's here to mind the gaps
#Lord, who will rise up when that number's retired

#Who will rise up? (Explosion)
#Who will rise up? (Explosion)
#Who will rise up? (Explosion)

#Some get lazy, fake like they're lame.
#Some warm benches, got no passion for the big game.
#Who's got spirit, who do you love?
#Whose right hand is firmly planted in a golden glove?

#Shortstop standing in the lurch
#Bridging faith and field research
#High-wire balance, every move is inspired
#Hedge your bets and Handicaps
#Shortstop's here to mind the gaps
#Lord, who will rise up when that number's retired
#Who will rise up?
#Who will rise up?
#Who will rise up?

(Boog walks down the aisle to the ring, slides under the bottom, and simply waits. No begging for cheers, no pumping up the crowd...)

(There are times where showmanship is out the window.)

(This is one of those times.)

Rick: Dare I say that The Boog-man is as ready as he's ever been.

Eddie: Like that makes a difference.

Rick: I very much don't understand your hatred for the Boogster. He's "The World's Original," Eddie.

Eddie: Buttons!

[And all of a sudden, the lights go out. And we hear an eerie voice over the PA system, announcing the arrival of the man in black.]

Voice over PA: I believe... I believe in the violence, which is a necessary tool to create the new world order... I believe in the hate and the bigotry which both make the world go round... I believe in the anger, the catalyst for all change... I believe in the sickness, whose infection begets a new member of our cause. And I believe...in the darkness. The blanket of night, under which all things rest...

Give in...to the darkness...

Get down...with...the...SICKNESS!!!

[And then, the opening drumbeats hit over the PA system as a pulsing red pentagram comes up on the big screen.]

#Can you feel that?

[The observant listener will have identified this song as "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed. And the observant viewer will see words fade up at the corners of the pentagram. Slowly, these words become legible, one by one. At the upper-left point, we see "Violence". The lower left point now fades up, and we see "Hate".]

#Aw shit...

[Now the lower right point has the word "Anger" on it. And the upper-right point says "Darkness" And finally...]

#OH AH AH AH AH

[ ...as the full band kicks in, and the black flame explodes from the four ringposts, we see that the final word on the top point of the pentagram is "Sickness". And in the middle of the pentagram, three words appear, in jagged blood letters... ]

[And as the word Andrews appears on the big screen, we see a single blood-red spotlight focus on the entrance, and there he stands, in all his glory. The Man in Black, The Outlaw, Black Zack Andrews, in trenchcoat, sunglasses, black Iron Maiden T-shirt, black jeans, black fighters' gloves, black boots, and the golden NeWA World TV Title on his waist. Behind him stands his new valet, Vicki Smith, dressed to the nines in the latest leather goth fashion.]

#Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
#Broken your servant I kneel (will you give in to me)
#It seems what's left of my human side
#Is slowly changing in me (will you give in to me)

[They slowly walks down to the ring, not allowing the booing of the fans disturb his path.]

#Looking at my own reflection
#When suddenly it changes
#Violently it changes
#Oh no, there is no turning back now
#You've woken up the demon...in ME!!

[BOOM! Red pyro explodes from the stage area in the background as we see that he has now reached the ringside area, and he turns and walks slowly to the timekeeper's table.]

#Get up, come on get down with the sickness
#Get up, come on get down with the sickness
#Get up, come on get down with the sickness
#Open up your hate and let it flow in to me
#Get up, come on get down with the sickness
#You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
#You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness
#Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[As they reach the timekeeper's table, he takes the World TV Title off his waist and slowly extends the hand with the belt to the timekeeper.]

#I can see inside you the sickness is rising
#Don't try to deny what you feel (will you give in to me)
#It seems that all that was good has died
#And is decaying me (will you give in to me)

[The timekeeper reluctantly takes the belt. BZA then turns, kissing Vicki one more time. After this, BZA turns and walks into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and standing immediately after he gets in the ring. ]

#It seems you're having some trouble
#In dealing with these changes
#Living with these changes
#OW, the world is a scary place
#Now that you've woken up the demon in me

[BOOM! Black flame once again explodes from all four ringposts, startling even the bravest of fans.]

#Get up, come on get down with the sickness
#Get up, come on get down with the sickness
#Get up, come on get down with the sickness
#Open up your hate and let it flow in to me
#Get up, come on get down with the sickness
#You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
#You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness
#Madness is the gift that has been given to me

[BZA stares at Boog, never taking his sunglassed eyes off of him.]

#And when I dream.

[BZA slips out of his trench coat, letting it fall to the ground. His sleeves are long, not revealing any kind of skin on his arms.]

#And when I dream.

[The ref checks BZA, and in doing so, tries to take off his sunglasses. BZA responds by shoving the ref away. The ref, confused, leaves him alone.]

#And when I dream

[BZA just stands there, unfazed by anything the fans, the referee, or Brad Baggs says.]

#AND WHEN I DREAM.

[The lights fade up, the song fades out. BZA is ready.]

Rick: These two men have met twice, fans, both being participants in a triple threat match.

Eddie: And Boog got pined on both occassions.

Rick: Very true. This is their first one-on-one matchup, and the prize is huge. And now, we are ready to go.

DING

DING

DING!

(The two fire blows at each other almost immediately. Neither manages to get the upper hand, both men exchanging shots freely.)

Rick: The hatred these guys have for each other is very apparent already in this match. Look at those shots! They're just feeding it to each other!

(But finally, BZA gets the upper hand with a stinging shot to the nose. Boog backs off briefly. He comes firing back, but Andrews ducks a potential knock-out shot. Andrews follows with a falling neckbreaker.)

Rick: Nice move from the TV champion. And now BZA is digging his elbow into the Boog-man's face!

Eddie: Ooh that looks painful. Me likes.

(The ref tries to persuade Andrews, but BZA refuses to pay mind to him, and continues his sickening display. The crowd is booing loudly already.)

Rick: Black Zack Andrews is a brutal, brutal wrestler. This could get ugly.

(Just then, Boog lifts his legs around BZA, and pulls him off into a cover.)

Eddie: OUT OF NOWHERE!

1 . . . . . . . 2 . . . . BZA kicks out.

Rick: That woulda been somethin'.

(BZA hurries to his feet and so does Boog. Boog shakes off the attack to his face and fires a jab, stopping Andrews in his tracks. Boog hits an atomic drop, then sweeps Andrews off his feet. Andrews rolls to his stomach and gets on his hands and knees, then receives a kick, rolling him to his back again.)

Eddie: Boog-man isn't a hateful man, but this guy seems to bring out the worst in him.

Rick: Maybe even moreso than Vincent did.

Eddie: Maybe.

(Andrews pulls himself up. Boog drives his knee deep into the stomach of BZA. Boog locks on a gutwrench and tosses Andrews in the air. But he lands on his feet.)

Rick: BZA landed on his feet... somehow! Boog turns around... belly-to-belly suplex!

Eddie: This guy can go, I tells ya.

(Andrews pretends to smack the ref and makes him jump. Andrews chuckles before pulling Boog up to his feet. Andrews locks on an abdonimal stretch.)

Rick: This could really weaken the Boogster... but wait! Boog escapes and hits a jawbreaker!

Eddie: He didn't have it fully applied, and Boog capitalized.

(BZA staggers, holding his jaw, and falls victim to a samoan drop. The crowd is firmly behind the Boogster, who follows it up, stomping the life out of his opponent.)

Rick: Boog is pounding away at Andrews here... he's making wine!

Eddie: Huh? I don't understand.

Rick: Andrews is trying to escape the ring, but Boog yanks him back to the center, and now Boog is dragging BZA's face against the mat!

Eddie: Oh... now I get it. Heheheh.

Rick: Black Zack is getting a taste of his own medicine here. Boog finally relents. Andrews getting back to his feet and he goes back down with a release German suplex.

Eddie: Wait, making wine? That wasn't even funny, you dumbass.

(Boog gets in one more kick to the lower back before BZA escapes fully to the outside. Once outside, he waddles on his knees into Vicki's arms. The crowd boos.)

Rick: Andrews is seeking refuge from Boog.

Eddie: He needs no refuge! He just needs a hug.

(Andrews gets back to his feet. He paces around the ring as Boog calls him in. Finally, he climbs back in before the 10 count. BZA now raises his arms, looking to lock up in a good old fashion test of stregth.)

Rick: BZA wants a mercy fight, here. Boog is unsure... the crowd obviously doesn't trust Andrews.

Eddie: Boog-man's a coward if he doesn't accept.

(But he does accept, locking his right hand with Andrews' left. Then, Boog reaches out with the other hand, when Andrews kicks him in the stomach. The crowd boos.)

Eddie: Haha! He fell for it!

(BZA jabs Boog in the throat. Another one sends him reeling into the ropes. Andrews hits a hard knife-edge chop.)

Crowd: WOO!

(Another one.)

Crowd: WOO!

(And a third.)

Crowd: WOO!

(Andrews sends Boog into the ropes with an Irish whip. Boog comes back and eats a spinning heelkick.)

Rick: Excellent execution with that kick. Boog is pulling himself up. Black Zack is going for chokeslam....

(But Boog elbows him in the back of the head and nails a vicious DDT.)

Rick: What a counter.

Eddie: It was alright.

(Boog climbs to his feet. Andrews follows back up shortler afterwards and is stomped into the corner. Boog grabs Black Zack's arm and hurls him into the corner furiously. Andrews stumbles out until Boog comes charging, and driving him back into the corner. Boog moves aside and Andrews tumbles to the mat. Now, Boog points to his elbow.)

Rick: Oh boy... Boog has signalled for the Elbow of Annihilation!

(The crowd comes alive as Boog runs to the ropes. He leaps onto the second rope, but holds himself there as he notices Andrews has rolled away.)

Eddie: He saved himself from a messup there. But, there will be other messups.

(Boog drops to his feet. He walks over to where Black Zack Andrews is slowly pulling himself up. Boog kicks him in the back of the leg, and Andrews nearly falls back down. But he's holding the ropes and manages to fire a right hand at Boog. Boog shakes it off and pounds on him with an elbow to the head. He grabs BZA's head with his right arm and goes for a vertical suplex. But, Andrews blocks. Boog tries for it again, but Andrews again blocks it. Then, it a quick instant, BZA hoists Boog in the air and tosses him over the ropes to the floor.)

Rick: BZA counters the suplex with a back-body drop, and Boog goes way down!

Eddie: Yes! That's what I like to see.

(Andrews drops to his knees. He takes a breather before rolling out to the floor. Andrews reaches under the ring and yanks out a table.)

Eddie: Boy oh boy oh boy!

Rick: On the outside, tables are legal!

(Andrews sets the table up on the outside. He returns to Boog and pulls him up. The crowd pops as Boog cracks him in the face. But the advantage is short-lived as BZA drives his knee into the face of the former IWA champion. Then, Andrews grabs Boog's head, and throws him face-first into the ringpost.)

Eddie: Ouch.

(Andrews grabs his head again and, again, throws him head-first into the post.)

Eddie: Oh man! I think there's a dent!

Rick: The poll very well might be dented after that.

Eddie: I was talking about The Boog-man's head, Rick!

(Boog stumbles out into a dragon suplex from the Black one. Boog lies on the floor. Blood is trickling from his forehead.)

Eddie: BOOG BLOOD! YES!!!

Rick: You're a savage, Eddie.

Eddie: I want more blood! MORE!!!

(Andrews yanks Boog up to his feet. He scoops the low-bloody "World's Original" and places him on the table. Andrews rolls into the ring, breaking the count. Then, he begins to climb.)

Eddie: Oh yeah...

Rick: I'm very worried about this...

(Andrews stands tall on the turnbuckle. He raises his arms in the air before leaping off, spinning maniacally through the air.)

CRRAAASSSSSHHHH!!!

(Loud pop.)

Eddie: 450 SPLASH TO THE OUTSIDE THROUGH A TABLE!!!

Rick: BUT BOOG ROLLED OFF JUST IN TIME!!!

(Boog lays next to the shattered table, and the shattered Black Zack Andrews. The crowd chants enthusiastically.)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

(Boog pulls himself to his feet. He wipes the blood away from his eyes before pulling a lifeless BZA to his feet.)

Rick: All he has to do is roll him in and make the cover...

(He rolls Andrews into the crowd. Boog follows in and hooks the legs.)

ONE!

TWO!

Rick: NEW TV CHAMP!

KICKOUT!

Rick: No! So close!

(The fans suddenly turn their attention to the ramp, where OWC wrestler, The Jayster, has made his entrance.)

Rick: The Jayster is out.. and he's got... flyers!

Eddie: Oh no! Everybody run!

(Jayster heads down the aisle, handing flyers to the fans as he does. In the ring, The Boog-man has Andrews locked in a sleeper hold, right in the center of the ring.)

Rick: The sleeper hold is applied, and BZA better hope to get out of this before it really takes it's toll.

(Andrews tries to free himself with some elbows, but Boog dodges most of them, and easily absorbes the rest. But then, BZA counters suddenly, with a snapmare. Then, he collapses.)

Rick: BZA with the counter, and he escapes. But he doesn't look to be doing too good.

Eddie: Uh, Rick. The Jayster comin' here!

(The Jayster, indeed has reached the announce table. He hands Rick and Eddie a flyer each.)

Rick: What the . . .

Jayster: The "Make Mine Jay" Campaign.

Eddie: Rick, I'm scared . . .

Jayster: We go against all the dull, one-dimension wrestlers in the NeWA.

Rick: So am I, Eddie. So am I.

(Then, a handful of flabby security guards wobble down to the ring.)

Jayster: AHHH! Sign the petition today!

(Jayster hops into the crowd and vanishes quickly. The security guards stop running now. They turn around and head to the back, heads lowered in defeat.)

Eddie: I'm confused.

(Back in the ring, both men are back up. Boog kicks BZA in the stomach and locks on a double-underhook. He attempts a Pedigree, but Andrews counters with a spinebuster.)

Rick: Beautiful counter, and Andrews is back in control.

(BZA starts clawing away at the gash on Boog's forehead.)

Eddie: Yes! Widen the gash! Widen it!

(Andrews reaches his hand over the top rope. Vicki hands him something.)

Rick: What was that there? What did Vicki hand him?

(Andrews turns around with brass knuckles around his fist. The ref immediately gets in his face. BZA threatens to punch him and the ref throws himself down.)

Rick: Black Zack Andrews has a pair of brass knuckles!

Eddie: WOO! Hit him good!

Rick: He'll be disqualified!

(Boog has reached his feet. He stumbles around and Andrews fires away with the loaded fist.)

(But Boog-man ducks the shot. He grabs BZA's extended arm and drops down, snapping the arm back. Then, BZA turns around and is nailed with a powerslam.)

Rick: Yes! The Boog-man is alive and well!

(Boog wipes a ton of blood off his forehead.)

Rick: Maybe not so well.

(Boog begins climbing to the top rope and the fans begin cheering.)

Eddie: Oh no... not the Boogsault!

(Boog is set up, and he leaps off, floating majestically through the air.)

(But he hits the mat hard, as Black Zack rolls out of the way.)

Rick: The World TV champ just avoiding sure defeat there!

(Both men are down for a brief time. It is Black Zack Andrews who first begins getting to his feet. BZA regains his composure, then stands ready to attack, as The Boog-man slowly climbs to his feet.)

Rick: This isn't looking good for The Boog-man.

Eddie: But it looks great for me!

(Boog is up and BZA lunges with a stiff superkick that echoes in the arena.)

Rick: THE SOUL STEALER!!

Eddie: WOOO!

Rick: What a move! And Black Zack ain't done yet!

(BZA has begun to climb to the top rope. Boog is down and out. Andrews is on top and he measures up. Then he leaps off, with a monstrous frogsplash.)

Rick: EXECUTIVE POWER!!!

(He nails it.)

Eddie: YES!!!

(And the cover.)

ONE!

. . .

TWO!

. . .

Rick: What the...

Eddie: BZA just stopped his own cover!

(Andrews gets up. He points to the top.)

Eddie: He's gonna punish The Boogster!

Rick: He should have finished him while he had the chance... this could really come back and bite him in the ass.

(BZA begins climbing to the top. The Boog-man begins to move, however.)

Eddie: Hurry, Zack!

(But it's too late. Boog has reached his feet and hits the ropes, crotching Black Zack Andrews. Boog shakes off the cobwebs and steps up to the second rope.)

Rick: Black Zack blew it! Now he's in trouble.

(Boog is set up for a superplex. The crowd is on their feet as he hoists Andrews in the air.)

Rick: Here we go...

(But no. Andrews holds on to the ropes and Boog goes down alone.)

Eddie: He held on!

(Then, Andrews leaps off, twisting and flipping like a madman.)

Rick: CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!!

Eddie: THE FALL OF DARKNESS!!!

(He connects with a sickening thud.)

Rick: He nails it! Black Zack Andrews with the cover....

. . . . . . . . 1!

. . . . . . . . 2!

. . . . . . . . 3!!!

Eddie: YES!!!

Rick: Black Zack Andrews holds on to his TV title. What a match.

(The crowd boos as Black Zack Andrews climbs to his feet, and raises his arms triumphantly.)

Eddie: I told you, Rick. I told you!

(BZA grabs Boog by the hair and yanks him back to his feet.)

Rick: What now?

(Andrews hoists Boog in the air, and drives his skull into the mat with a vicious hangman's DDT.)

Rick: The Violence!! What a sick display!

(The ref tries to put an end to the carnage, but he is struck, and sent collapsing out of the ring.)

Rick: That's an IWA official, damn it!

Eddie: I love this stuff!

[BZA kneels beside Boog�s prone form as Vicki Smith enters the ring The mic seems to pick up BZA�s words.]

BZA: It�s like I told you, old man. In the end...no one escapes the Fall of Darkness. Watch and learn.

Rick: What the hell...?

[And as quickly as the words come out of Rick�s mouth, BZA steps up, turns around quickly, and grabs Vicki Smith by the throat.]

Eddie: Woah!

Rick: What the hell is this?

[And up...and DOWN with The Brutality chokeslam.]

Rick: This is completely uncalled for! She�s in love with him!

Eddie: Eh. Love�s overrated.

[BZA then drags her prone form over to a corner...and climbs the turnbuckle.]

Rick: NO! Not this! This�ll KILL her!

[But BZA doesn�t listen. He simply spreads his arms out in the likeness of crucifixion before hitting Vicki with The Fall of Darkness.]

Rick: Oh my God! What a disgusting act!

[BZA gets up and leans over her head.]

BZA: I warned you, mortal...no escape.

Rick: Fans, we're outta time! I can't believe what I just witnessed!

Eddie: WOO!

(The copyright shit flashes at the bottom. Then, the IWA logo takes over, only to be overcome by the immense power of the black screen.)

Matchwriting Credits: Adam Burke vs. Super Shoink - Steve Talbot