[We're back. Not in the arena. Not backstage. Not even in the parking lot. But instead, we are in a hospital room.]

[Connected to tubes rests a figure on a bed, in the distance.]

Eddie: This is Rush, not ER!

[Upon closer inspection, the figure is Steve Riggs. The crowd begins to murmur.]

Rick: Be it a fan of Steve Riggs or not, this is a tragedy. Due to events that took place in the BWA, Riggs was knocked unconscious. And, as you see, he has yet to wake up.

Eddie: He's in a coma??

Rick: Yes, he is. Another IWA member is sidelined. Hopefully, Riggs will wake up. But that isn't a certainty by any means. Steve Riggs could very well have wrestled his last IWA match.

Eddie: Don't say that, Rick. I know it might be the case, but saying that just hurts.

Rick: I never agreed with his mindset or many of his actions, but Steve Riggs is one of the most gifted wrestlers in the NeWA. And let's pray he returns to us soon.

[A closeup of Riggs' motionless body. He seems lifeless.]

[Back to the arena.]

Rick: As much as it pains me to see Riggs like that, we must return to action. And, as most of you probably know, the IWA loves to kick off the show with a major opening match. And, you can't get much more major than an NWA Tag Team title match!

Eddie: What? Now? SWEET!

Rick: The new champs, the team of the Curator and Matthew, known as The Colony, defend their belts against the team they won them from... Michael Lennox and Ulfric.

Eddie: This is a very important rematch from Wrestling Classic, in which Lennox and Ulfric plan to win back their belts.

Rick: But, the duo from OWC have other plans.

[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.]

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

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

Eddie: This guy is known to make use of the more hardcore style of fighting. I like him.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

Rick: Here he is... former multiple-time NWA World Champion... Michael Lennox!

[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.]

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

[Silence follows, as we wait the arival of the champions. Then, it is the ring announcer who breaks the silence.]

Monroe: Now, introducing first, from Hastings, England... weighing in at 304Lbs... THE CURRRRRATOR!!!! [Crowd instinctively boos] And his partner, from New York State� weighing in at 437Lbs� MAAAATHEEEEWWW!!!!!

["Sadness" by Enigma hits over the PA, leading to a HUGE round of boos from the capacity crowd. The masked one lurches out onto the stage, with turnip carrying Matthew in tow, and half-staggers towards the ring.]

Eddie: One question. Who's Monroe?

Rick: From OWC, I guess. Maybe they stole him for this show.

[Today's mask is of the leering variety, with its distinctive crack, courtesy of a certain black baseball bat]

Rick: I do believe it was Rick Plant, using a baseball bat, that caused that crack in The Curator's mask.

Eddie: Really? I want to meet that man.

[The Curator takes his time getting to ringside, waaaay too busy soaking up the HOSTILITY he is getting. And when he does, the masked one surveys the ring with an air of caution, before stepping in through the top and middle. Matty follows his master into the ropes while the crowd continues to dish of the SHIT!!!]

Eddie: The Dark Angels, I have to think will win this.

Rick: Why do you say that?

Eddie: A gut feeling, I guess.

Rick: Just like when you have an urge for Skittles, right?

Eddie: Yeah, more or less.

[The announcer dude wisely backs away, as the masked one and Matty enter the ring, awaiting for the bell.]

DING DING DING!

Rick: And here we go! And four men slugging it out! Look at Matty taking it to Ulfric! What shots! And The Curator is taking it to Lennox... Lennox whipped into the ropes... he ducks a clothesline... cross-body, and The Curator goes down!

Eddie: Matthew has Ulfric in the corner with vicious chops! But, here comes Lennox... belly-to-back suplex!

(Ulfric exits to the apron, while The Curator rolls to the floor.)

Rick: It looks like Matty and Lennox will start things out tonight.

(Lennox pounds on Matthew's lower back. The plump Matty gets to his hands and knees, but The Wolverine pounds him back down. Matty pulls himself to his feet and Lennox with forearms to his skull, covered by the canvas bag. Lennox tries for a whip, but it's reversed. Lennox comes back and is powered down with a clothesline.)

Rick: The Colony is such a powerful team. Lennox and Ulfric, although not exactly the biggest wrestlers, are the much smaller team here.

(Lennox is quickly up. He is again whipped in the ropes. Matty goes for a second clothesline, but it's countered with a DDT. Lennox quickly makes the tag to Ulfric. Lennox holds Matthew down while Ulfric drops the leg across his throat. Ulfric goes for the cover. ONE . . . TWO, kickout. Lennox exits the ring. Matty climbs to his feet, but Ulfric kicks his left leg, dropping him to one knee. Ulfric applies a rear headlock, but Matty snaps him over his head to the mat. Matthew attempts a tag to The Curator, but Ulfric is back up, axing his big back. Ulfric applies a waistlock.)

Eddie: Can he get him over for the suplex?

Rick: No, Matty hits some elbows. But Ulfric ducks and Matty spins himself right around... belly-to-belly suplex! Ulfric showing a lot of strength there.

(Ulfric starts stomping on the knees of Matthew, as he tries to get up. Ulfric now begins twisting on the left leg of Matty.)

Rick: Ulfric is using his submission prowless, knowning that he can't go out-punch the brawler known simply as Matthew.

(Ulfric now attempts to apply the Boston crab, but Matthew kicks him away into the ripes. Matthew now hurries over and tags in The Curator.)

Eddie: Here comes C!

Rick: C?

Eddie: That's what he likes to be called...

(Curator comes in and quickly sends Ulfric back in the corner with with Euro uppercut. He whips Ulfric to the opposing corner and charges in for the splash. Ulfric stumbles out into a side-pendulum backbreaker, followed by the cover.)

Rick: One.... two.... Ulfric kicks out.

(The Curator, the OWC Heavyweight champion, brings Ulfric back up. He throws him in the ropes. Ulfric ducks a lariat attempt and hurries with a go-behind. He attempts to take The Curator down, but his attempts are countered with a jawbreaker. Ulfric holds his face, as Curator grabs him and hits a spinebuster.)

Rick: That sure knocked the wind out of Ulfric.

(The Curator goes for the pin, but Lennox is quickly in to break up the count, much to the fans approval. Matthew comes in and slugs Lennox in the head, backing him up. But Lennox comes firing back, speaing him to the mat.)

Eddie: And things have started to break down already!

(The crowd is going nuts as Lennox is pounding on Matty. But, The Curator grabs Lennox by his hair, and throws him out of the ring.)

Eddie: Well, that's one way.

(Curator goes back to work on Ulfric, but Ulfric rolls him up out of nowhere.)

Rick: ONE! TWO! THR----NO! Oh damn... so close!

Eddie: I thought we had new tag champs!

(Curator is angered by the near-loss. He stomps on Ulfric like a madman, and in turn sends him rolling out of the ring. The fans boo him.)

Curator: SHUT UP!

(The boos grow. Curator rolls out of the ring and grabs Ulfric. He grabs his arm to throw him.)

Rick: Curator is gonna throw Ulfric into that ringpost... NO! It's reversed!

(SMACK!)

Rick: That's gotta hurt!

(Ulfric rolls back in the ring, using his time to recooperate. Lennox, on the outside, gets in a kick on The Curator. This brings out Matthew who's presence sends Lennox away. Matty aids his partner back up. The Curator rolls back in the ring. He gets to his feet and is greeted with a lock up. The Curator begins to overpower Ulfric, backing him in the ropes. But Ulfric shows a feat of strength, sending the Curator down. The crowd cheers as Michael Lennox is tagged back in the ring.)

Eddie: Curator is a huge man... can you believe Ulfric overpowered him like that?

Rick: It's a bit of a surprise.

(Lennox meets Curator with a kick to the chest. Curator backs up to his hands and knees, but receives another kick to his cracked mask.)

Eddie: Things are looking bleak for the World tag champs right now.

Rick: The fans are heavily favoring the Dark Angels here... and what a positive way to start the show than with them winning the World titles for a second time?

(Curator returns to his feet and receives a knee to the gut. He is whipped in the corner. Lennox charges in, but The Curator charges out. The two collide, and The Wolverine is the one that goes down.)

Rick: Curator with a gust of wind... and he makes the tag back to Matthew.

(Matty is in and he nails Lennox with a uppercut. Then, he hits a T-bone suplex. Matty begins stomping on Lennox' lower back. He pulls up the former World champion and whips him in the ropes. Lennox leapfrogs over a back-body attempt. He bounces off the ropes but right into a Somoan drop from the huge Matthew. Matty lets out a high-pitched laugh that echoes in the arena. The result is a chorus of boos.)

Eddie: Why don't people like these kids?

Rick: I would have thought that was obvious.

(Matty tags back in the brains of the operation. He grabs Lennox and yanks him up. But Lennox nails him with a Death Valley Driver, and goes for the cover.)

Rick: Out of nowhere, this could end it....

ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!

Eddie: Whew. That had me sweatin'.

(Both men are down, and rolling around. It appears The Curator will be the first one to get to his feet. Lennox is trying to make the tag now. But, The Curator is up and he cuts him off, pulling him to the center of the ring. Lennox turns around and kicks him in the face, knocking him in the corner. Lennox gets back up as the OWC champ charges at him, and powers through him with a stiff lariat. The fans are booing. Suddenly, Ulfric comes off the top rope with a cross-body block. He quickly rolls out of the ring as the crowd cheers.)

Rick: Illegal offense from the Dark Angels... but it's for the World Tag belts so they have to play as dirty as The Colony can.

(Both men are back up now, and this time, Lennox hits an atomic drop. Seconds later, The Wolverine sends The Curator in the corner with a superkick. Lennox pulls The Curator to him and nails the Spicolli Driver and the crowd bursts.)

Rick: Bourbonizer!! The cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Matthew makes the save!

Eddie: The big guy in to save the day and the titles.

(This brings Ulfric in and all four men are again inside the ring. Ulfric leaps at Matthew with a cross-body, but it's caught. Matty throws him over his head with a fallaway slam, and knocks Lennox down in the process. The ref orders him out of the ring, and Ulfric rolls out.)

Rick: This match is hectic... as we expected it to be.

(Lennox begins pulling himself back to his feet. He sees The Curator beginning to get to his feet. When he does, Lennox plants him with the Evenflow DDT. Then, he goes to the top.)

Rick: I smell headbutt!

Eddie: This could be huge!

(Lennox is about to leap off, but he's shoved from behind by Matthew. Lennox crashes on the outside onto the railing.)

Rick: Did you see that? Lennox could have a couple broken ribs from that...

(Matthew exits the ring. He grabs Lennox and whips him into the steel steps. Then, he rolls the Wolverine in the ring.)

Rick: The Curator is back up... this could be bad.

(Lennox is pulled up. The Curator lifts him onto his shoulders, takes a run and spinebusters him into the mat.)

Eddie: RUNNING SPINEBUSTER! THAT WAS SICK!

(The cover.)

ONE!

TWO!

Rick: THE CHAMPS RETAIN!

KICKOUT!

Rick: NO! Not yet!

(The Curator is irate. He kicks the ropes repeatedly, before tagging in Matthew. But before he can enter, Ulfric yanks him to the floor. With a steel chair in hand, he nails Matthew in the head.)

Eddie: AH!

Rick: Ulfric just nailed the legal man out with a chair! It's legal on the outside, folks!

Eddie: This has been a dirty damn match!

(The crowd cheers, as Ulfric rolls him in the ring, limp. Lennox puts his arm over the tag champ.)

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

(The Curator climbs to the top rope.)

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

(He leaps off with a big splash.)

...........................

(Lennox rolls off and The Curator splashes his own partner.)

Rick: The splash backfires! This is chaos!

(Lennox grabs The Curator and tosses him over the top rope. He grabs Matthew. Seconds later, he falls victim to the diamondcutter.)

Rick: Bourbon Street Wrecker!!!! IT'S OVER!!!!

. . . . ONE!!!

. . . . TWO!!!

. . . . THREE!

Rick: NEW CHAMPS!

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

Eddie: AH!

Rick: I thought it was over! Lennox thought it was over! The crowd thought it was over!

(Lennox takes a moment to rest, then, he calls for the Cajun Crossface.)

Eddie: This will surely do it!

(He locks it on and the crowd is going nuts.)

Rick: Right in the middle of the ring... Matthew can't hold on for long!

(But, The Curator has returned into the ring. He's about to break the hold, but Ulfric tackles him.)

Rick: ULFRIC SAVES HIS PARTNER! THE HOLD IS STILL LOCKED!

(As The Curator rolls out of the ring, Ulfric follows. Back in the ring, Matthew is holding on for deer life. The crowd is LOUD.)

Eddie: How long can he fight it???

(Suddenly, we hear a loud noise.)

CRACK!

Rick: The Curator has a chair! He just levelled Ulfric on the outside! He's rolling in... oh no! You can't bring that in!

(The ref tries to take it away, but The Curator shoves him away. He winds the chair way back.)

Rick: Don't do it! You'll be DQed!

(The Curator doesn't care. He releases one of the biggest chair shots you'll ever see.)

CRRRRRAAAACCCKKKK!!!!

Rick: Lennox has been desicrated with that chair! Oh no.

(The ref calls for the Bell.)

(To say the crowd is booing is a gross understatement.)

Rick: This is a travesty! The Curator saved their tag team belts by forcing the DQ!

(Quickly, The Curator exits the ring and grabs his World titles. He rolls out his partner, Matthew. As fast as their broken bodies will let them, they head up the aisle. Lennox and Ulfric are still down. The boos do not relent.)

(We return from break to find that "The Natural" Mike Bell has entered the arena. The crowd pops huge.)

Eddie: IT'S BELL!!

(Bell begins to limp into the arena.)

Rick: Our front office as given Bell some mic time tonight, in which he will express himself to us, his fans.

(Cut to ringside.)

Rick: But now, we have the first second round tournament for the Cruiserweight title!

Eddie: What? Bell ain't coming out now? Ah, buttercakes!

Rick: This Cruiserweight tournament has shown some excellent matches and some major upsets. All these men want the IWA Cruiserweight title... and I'm telling you, Eddie... it's gonna have so much respect after this tournament! Whoever wins will be launched into stardom!

Eddie: I don't care! I want my Bell!

Rick: Cross vs. Hathaway... to the ring!

("She Talks To Angels" by Black Crows plays. The crowd all turn their attention to the ramp, anticipating Hathaway's arival. 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: This is round two action... each more becomes more intense than the last.

Eddie: Generally.

(Hathaway reaches the ring. He hops onto the apron and flips himself into the ring. The crowd watches and waits.)

[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.]

Rick: Donovan Cross, brother to Tyler Cross, who if you remember, lost a loser-leaves-town cage match to Adam Knight.

Eddie: Apart from the whole Tyler Cross leaving thing, that was a sweet match.

[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, probably coming from the PA since he didn't RP!!]

THE BELL SOUNDS!

Rick: There's the bell, and this match is underway.

(The two men lock up and battle for position. Cross manages a hammerlock, getting in behind Hathaway. But it's countered with an armbar. Cross flips himself free, and twists Hathaway to the mat. He drops a lightning quick legdrop, but lightning isn't quick enough. Both men back up. Hathaway missing with a lariat and Cross kicks him in the gut. He goes for a swining neckbreaker, but Hathaway pulls free. Both men turn to face their opponents and trade blows. Just when it seems Cross has the advantage, Hathaway rakes the face.)

Rick: Face paced match thus far. And Hathaway plays dirty to stay ahead.

(Hathaway with an Irish whip. Cross comes back and goes down after a knee to the gut. Cross is back up shortly and charges, but an armdrag takes him down. Both men return up and Hathaway maintains control with a belly-to-belly suplex. Then, he leaps in the air doing a fast frogsplash motion, and splashes on Donovan.)

Eddie: How'd he move that fast?

Rick: That's a good question... but Hathaway's going for the cover...

(1.................2......kickout. Hathaway pulls Cross back up. He stuns him with a European uppercut, and drops him with a craddled piledriver.)

Rick: Excellent move. It's been all Shawn Hathaway thus far, and it seems he's going up top now.

(Hathaway is indeed up top. He measures his opponent and leaps off with a swanton.)

Rick: HIGH ALTITUDE SWANTON... Cross moves!

(Hathaway sits up in pain, before falling onto his back. After a brief rest, both men return to their feet. Cross elbows him in the side of the head, but Hathaway rakes the face again.)

Eddie: Hathaway is keeping this thing under his control, using "cheap" tactics whenever necessary.

(Hathaway sets up for a DDT, but it's countered.)

Rick: Northern Lights suplex! ONE . . . TWO . . . No!

Eddie: I spoke too soon.

(Both men pop back up. Hathaway charges in rage, but is scooped up and dropped with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Cross holds on to him, bringing him back up, and he drops him with a Butterfly suplex. Cross waits as Hathaway returns to his feet and nails him with a dropkick. He now goes for the cover.)

ONE
TWO
kickout

Rick: Entrance into the final four means everything to these guys.

Eddie: How do you know? Why do you assume things all the time?

Rick: Damn it.. Vincent's the one typing, not me!

(Hathaway is brought to his feet. He fights off Cross with some lefts, but Donovan maintains the advantage with one single forearm to the skull. He whips Hathaway into the corner. Shawn shakes off the cobwebs and charges out, but right into a heartpunch.)

Eddie: And Hathaway is down after that sick punch... he's almost convulsing!

(Cross, satisfied by the effect of his punch, points to the top rope. The crowd acknowledges with a small pop. Cross climbs to the first, second, and finally, the third rope. But, Hathaway is quickly up, and crotches him.)

Rick: He was playing possum!

Eddie: I love that.

(Hathaway climbs up to the second rope, as Cross sits facing the crowd in pain. Hathaway sets up for something big.)

Rick: Oh boy, what's he doing?

(Then, with Donovan's head on his shoulder, Shawn leaps off and nails a top-rope neckbreaker.)

Eddie: F'n sweet!

Rick: What a devastating move! I don't think Cross will be getting up from that!

(Hathaway springs to his feet. Wasting no time, he heads to the top rope. Standing tall on the top, he chuckles as he looks to the crowd. They respond with jeers.)

Eddie: I don't get it. Why don't these people like him??

Rick: He cheats, and he doesn't care about them.

Eddie: Bah! You just described the whole NWA!

Rick: But forget that now... cuz he's up to something big!

(Hathaway measures up, then leaps off the ropes, spinning like a madman. He connects.)

Rick: TWISTING MOONSAULT! THAT WAS AMAZING!!

Eddie: And the cover!

.........1!

.........2!

.........3!

Eddie: He got him!

Rick: And so Shawn Hathaway becomes the first man to enter the semi-finals! This tournament is really shaping up!

Rick: We're back, after Shawn Hathaway advances to the semi-final round. He'll face the winner of Scooter and Majik later on.

Eddie: I think I'm gonna die my hair green.

Rick: What? No more white?

Eddie: Time for a change, I think.

Rick: You, think? You'll forget about this in an hour.

Eddie: I'm serious about this!

(Rick pulls out a bag of sour skittles.)

Rick: Eddie, look.

Eddie: Ooh!

(Eddie's eyes light up. He snatches away the skittles and pours them in him mouth. Rick watches, and waits patiently while he scarves them down.)

Rick: So Eddie, what was this about your hair?

Eddie: (chewing) Huh?

(Rick smiles proudly.)

Rick: Folks, up next, we have three men to compete for a title shot against the IWA International champion. One man, Spark, is on a roll as of late, and has advanced to the second round, where he'll face Derek Damon.

Eddie: Skittles rule!

Rick: Then there's Scooter. He's a youngster, and is fighting to make a name for himself here in the IWA. He's also in the second round, but tonight he can earn a shot at the International title!

Eddie: I want more!

Rick: And Super Shoink, the man who skyrocketed his career by pinning International champion, Jeckel, and ended his marvelous unbeaten streak. Shoink has had one match since then, where he was cheated out of the IWA tournament by Steve Riggs, a man currently in a tragic coma. So fans, this match is for a major title. To the ring!

("Sliver" by Nirvana begins to play and Spark, in an Easter Bunny costume w/o the head, steps out of the entrance way holding a mic. in his hand. He skips halfway down to the ring, and lifts the mic. up and the music fades away..)

Spark: I have the keys to the Grammecy park...yep...

(Crouches down and lifts one of his hands over his head, doing a claw motion.)

Spark: I'm a fiddler crab! It's fiddler crab season!

(Spark underhand tosses the microphone into about the 4th row, then grabs the bunny suit at the neck, ripping it off to reveal a Batman-Beyond spandex suit. He hands the bunny costume to someone in the first row before continuing to the ring.)

Eddie: I just don't understand some people.

("Trampoline Girl" by Rod Torfulson's Armada featuring Herman Menderchuck plays, and the fans divert their attentions to the entrance ramp. Shortly amount, we are greeted with Scooter. Scooter stands with an odd smile. He frolics to ringside, skipping professionally.)

Eddie: Where'd he learn to skip like that?

Rick: I don't know, he he skips like the best of them.

(Scooter enters the ring.)

WOOHOO!

("Song 2" by Blur blares. Out to a growingly large pop, Super Shoink emerges. He tries to look intimidating. Dackles cracks a smile, in which Shoink is distressed about.)

Eddie: You know what? Let's blow up the ring during this match and the IWA will be a better place.

Rick: You're an insensitive, saddistic prick.

Eddie: And damn proud to be.

(Shoink slides in the ring, and the bell sounds.)

DING DING DING!

Rick: We have all three men in the ring and this one is underway!

Eddie: Spark, Shoink, and Scooter; sounds more like a tongue twister than a match. But rest assured, these guys can go.

(With the bell rung, the three converge in the center of the ring. Spark is the first to wisely put on the brakes; allowing Shoink and Scooter to lock up first. They appear to be locking up for a collar and elbow tie up, but Scooter immediately shoots a knee lift into the ribs of Shoink. Shoink doubles over and get a double ax handle across the back.)

Rick: Scooter takes an early advantage over Super Shoink.

Eddie: Spark shows his experience, allowing the young bucs to try to tear one another apart.

(Scooter stomps directly onto the fingers of the downed Shoinker. Spark then makes his presence felt with an unexpected clothesline from behind; which turns Scooter inside out. Scooter and Shoink are both getting up, but Scooter was up quicker. Furious at the back attack, he charges Spark. Spark is backpedaling from the word go�)

Eddie: THAT�S A VETERAN MOVE!

Rick: I guess so. Spark, knowing his place in the ring, backed into the ring ropes and used Scooter�s own fury and momentum to send him over the top ropes. The fans loved that move, listen to them.

(With SS now at a vertical base, Spark and he circle one another. Shoink makes the first move with a kick to the ribs�)

Rick: BLOCKED! Spark has his foot.

(Spark raises his fist, telegraphing a punch; but before he lands, another reversal occurs.)

Eddie: ENZUGURI! Shoink whipped around like a top on that move.

(Taking advantage of his counter reversal, Shoink gets a head of steam toward the near side ropes. Leaping into the air, he crashes down with knee drop across the forehead and face.)

Rick: Shades of Ric Flair with that move.

Eddie: Flair would turn over in his grave if he heard you compare him to Super Shoink.

Rick: Ric Flair isn�t dead.

Eddie: Yes he is. If he were alive, he would be like 200 years old.

Rick: Ugh.

(Shoink Stands quickly and in a feat of athleticism; drops a standing knee drop exactly where the last one hit. Spark�s forehead appears to have a small laceration.)

Eddie: We got blood!

(Shoink wants to do more damage, racing toward the far side ropes. He hits the ropes, but stumbles forward onto his face.)

Rick: Scooter snagged his leg from the outside, tripping him up. Almost forgot he was out there.

(Scooter springs onto the ring apron and then ascends to the top rope.)

Eddie: Looks like Shoink wasn�t thinking of him either. He is getting up without being very alert.

(Not expecting the airborne missile, Super Shoink feels the full impact of a top rope dropkick.)

^Crowd Pop^

Rick: What a move by Scooter!

(Scooter mounts Shoink and begins throwing a flurry of punches. Behind him, a bloodied Spark begins climbing to the opposite side to rope.)

Eddie: Are you sure these guys know this is a three way dance?

Rick: Yes, but in the heat of battle you are thinking clearly. They can�t judge the third man�s recovery time while also fighting the man they are locked up with.

Eddie: Well, if Scooter doesn�t wise up; he is going to�

BOOM!

Eddie: �.Already did.

(A springboard cannonball in the spine took the wind out of Scooter�s sails and bought SS some time to recover. Spark looks to capitalize quickly, but can�t choose who is more hurt. Not wanting to waste his chance, he jumps on both men.)

Rick: Double cover!

1�

Eddie: Won�t one of them have to kick out?

2...

Rick: Maybe not�

3..NO!

Rick: Kickout by both men!

Eddie: Why are these morons fighting so hard? Don�t they know that the prize of this match is a match against Jeckel? That is no prize!

(Shoink gets up pretty cleanly, but Spark locks Scooter in a side headlock. Shoink is pissed after the pin attempt and knife edge chops Spark in the chest. Reeling from the blow, Spark relinquishes his grasp on Scooter.)

Eddie: He should have never tried pinning both guys. It paints a target on your back for awhile.

(Spark has been backed into a corner and is being assaulted with knife edge chops from Shoink.)

Crowd: WHOOO!

(Scooter comes to the corner also, joining in the offensive; he goes low with boots to the midsection.)

Rick: Seems we have an unlikely partnership.

Eddie: For now.

(Each man grabbing and arm, they send Spark into the opposite corner on an Irish Whip. Shoink reaches out to Scooter, who takes his hand. Digging in deep, Shoink whips Scooter as hard as he can for extra momentum; and Scooter flies with a summersault clothesline into Spark. Shoink follows quickly with a suicide dive into the motionless Spark.)

Eddie: That is bound to leave a mark!

Rick: these guys have been at a full throttle pace since the very beginning of this match. Something has to give here soon.

(Scooter and Shoink both head to opposite corners, climbing the ropes.)

Eddie: It's time for some big offense.

(They both wait as Spark is getting back to his feet. He finally gets back up and Scooter leaps off with a frontflip.)

Rick: HUGE AIR... but Spark moves!

(Spark was able to sidestep the shot. Now, Super Shoink leaps off the top rope with a missile dropkick. But Spark manages to avoid that attack, and as a result, the ref is hit square in the face.)

Eddie: Oh, well that's not good at all!

(Shoink gets back to his feet, stunned at the attack. Spark, from behind nails a full-nelson slam.)

(Suddenly, the crowd boos.)

Rick: Wait a second...

Eddie: It's Majik... and he's got a shovel!

(Majik slides into the ring, with the shovel. Spark turns aronud.)

SMACK!

Rick: Majik just layed out Spark! I mean, layed OUT!

(Scooter is next to get to his feet.)

SMACK!

Rick: And there goes Scooter!

(And one more shot on Scooter for good measure.)

SMACK!

Rick: Majik just destroyed his opponent next week in the Cruiserweight tournament with a shovel!

Eddie: And why'd he attack Spark?

Rick: Spark beat Majik, and Majik didn't like that very much! But, this guy has got to be stopped!

(Just as quickly, Majik is out of the ring. He runs to the back as if nothing has happened.)

Rick: What a bastard man, Majik is.

(In the ring, Super Shoink has gotten back to his feet. He sees that both men are very much knocked unconscious. Shoink looks at Dackles. Dackles points to Scooter, telling him to make the cover. Dackles quickly goes over and tries to revive the ref.)

Eddie: Super Shoink is gonna try and steal this one!

(The ref has returned to the conscious world, and sees Shoink making the cover on Scooter. He counts slowly.)

ONE!

Eddie: This will be lucky...

TWO!

Rick: Scooter is out, fans!

THREE!

(The crowd cheers. Super Shoink shrugs, then leaves the ring with Dackles.)

Rick: Well, Shoink was complaining about people always interfering in his matches. But this time, it worked up completely to his advantage, and now Shoink will face Jeckel for the International title, once again.

Eddie: And may God have mercy on Shoink's poor soul.

Rick: We're back. And fans, it's time for what should be a very heart-felt interview. "The Natural" Mike Bell says goodbye.

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

Eddie: Mike Bell! YES!

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

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

[The thunder gets a little louder and just when you least expect it, or maybe you do expect it this time......]

[BONG]

[BONG]

[BONG]

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

[BONG]

[BONG]

[Then you hear a voice]

voice: For whom the bell tolls

[BOOM]

[BOOM]

[ZIP]

[ZIP]

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

[Then "Sirius" by the Alan Parson's Project begins to play and the fans begin to cheer as they can see someone coming through the fog and down the entrance ramp. The man is Mike Bell. He is heavily bandaged under his casual clothes. Bell walks to the ring, seemingly struggling with each and every step.]

Eddie: I'm starting to think this suspension thing is good. Bell is in no shape to win the Extreme title back. After a break, he'll come back stronger than ever and be an even BETTER Extreme champ!

Rick: If that's possible.

[Bell finally reaches ringside. He enters the ring. His music stops as he pulls a mic out. The fans continue to cheer long after the music dies.]

Rick: The fans love Mike Bell... that's for sure.

[Then, he begins.]

Bell: I'm on borrowed time here. Levin and Fierce have given me a few minutes to express myself to you all.

[A pause.]

Bell: As you all know, I have been suspended.

[Boos from the crowd.]

Bell: Although it initially made me madder than you could imagine, I now see it for what it is. I chance for me to rest. Fierce was right. I am in no condition to wrestle right now.

[The crowd is listening to every word.]

Bell: Since coming back into the NWA... the IWA, months ago, I have given it 110% every single night. And, I proved to the world that I am as tough as I wanna be. By holding the IWA Extreme title for so long, and bringing it to new heights, I showed the World that I am truly among the legends of the NWA.

[The fans cheer.]

Bell: Thank you all. Really, you fans are the ones that drove me further and further in my battles. You are the ones that allowed me to beat the Tanis', the Hurley's, the Boog's, the Mann's...

Rick: This is straight from the heart, folks.

Bell: I give the credit of my Extreme title reign to all you you.. the Mike Bell fans.

[HUGE POP!]

Eddie: Wow... listen to this.

Bell: Before I go, I just want to congratulate Mike Barcode on being the man to finally defeat me for the title. He has progressed greatly since I beat him for the title at Night of Terror. And he deserves to be the champion.

Eddie: Darn tootin', he does.

Bell: And Terence Harris...

[Crowd boos.]

Bell: Don't think for a SECOND I am done with you. When I am healthy again, I will come for you. And, you will regret all you have done to me in the past couple of weeks.

[He pauses again.]

Bell: With that said, I thank you all... one last ti . . .

#I Am Ironman

Rick: Oh no. You have got to be kidding me.

(Stepping out from the back is the IWA Heavyweight Champion, �The Future� Darrel Besolve. He walks out in a pair of baggy, black sweat pants and no shirt. He isn�t dressed for his match later tonight. Quickly, he makes his way to the ring.)

Eddie: He�s here! He�s here!

(Besolve steps through the ropes to a massive chorus of boos. He withdraws a microphone from the pocket of his sweats.)

Rick: Bell hasn�t taken his eyes off Darrel.

Eddie: Shut up! He�s going to speak.

Darrel: You know, Mike, I came out here because you have always been a guy that transcended the sport. Always a positive contribution to the NeWA in one manner or another, you deserve a proper send off.

(The Boy Wonder extends his hand to Bell.)

Rick: Not a chance. Don�t do it, Mike!

(Bell reaches out and the two men shake hands.)

Bell: This is really nice, Darrel.

Darrel: If you have got to go, then it is bigger than any storyline; I had to say goodbye. I have so many memories from these last few months. Mike Bell vs. Chris Mann.

(Giant crowd pop)

Darrel: You gave them something they are always going to remember. But that isn�t all, not by a long shot. Against Mike Barcode, for the Extreme Title; you did great.

(Another giant crowd pop. Darrel tries to speak again, but the flood of cheers makes it impossible. Besolve raises Mike�s hand to the adoring masses. Fierce and Besolve are showing a great bout of sportsmanship and respect here. Darrel releases Bell�s hand and he continues to play to the crowd. )

Darrel: But do you know which Mike Bell memory I will cherish the most? When you stole my title, you filthy son of a bitch!

(Heel Pop)

Rick: OH NO!

(Bell gets dropped by a rock solid right hand from the champ. Mike didn�t even see it coming.)

Rick: I knew this was too good to be true. Besolve has too much of a chip on his shoulder from that loss to forgive and forget.

Eddie: Bell bought it hook, line, and sinker!

(Besolve is unrelenting, viciously stomping on the fallen retiree/ suspension victim. Mike is rolling toward the corner to try to find any breathing room available. Though desperately searching for an escape, Besolve�s onslaught is unwavering.)

Rick: Mike Bell came out here to give a farewell speech, not to wrestle the heavyweight champ! There is nothing Besolve won�t do.

(Once in the corner, Bell slips under the ropes. However, Besolve slingshots himself over the top ropes and directly onto Bell.)

Eddie: That is a 278 lb. missile.

Rick: He is all over Bell, what is he trying to prove?

(Besolve wastes no time taking advantage of his surroundings. With a handful of hair, he drives Mike�s face into the steel post. Bell had been dazed by the unexpected attack, but now was left on Dream Street after the posting.)

Rick: He opened him up!

Eddie: This is getting ugly!

(The velocity with which Darrel sent him into the post did, indeed, bust Mike open. Underneath his hairline, at the top of his forehead, was a nasty gash.)

Rick: NOT AGAIN!

(BANG! Mike�s head is bounced off the steel again. Darrel spins him around, with his back against the stairs and post, and begins pummeling his midsection with punches. Body shot after body shot; The Future is holding nothing back.)

Eddie: Look at him go.

(Mike doubles over from the punishment. When he does, Besolve doesn�t give an inch�he mounts Mike�s face on one of the corners of the stairs. Right where the steel steps come to a point, Mike is kissing.)

Rick: COME ON! THIS IS GETTING TO BE TOO MUCH.

(Blood runs down the ring steps in a contrasting tone. Finally, Darrel relinquishes the pressure, turning his attention�under the ring.)

Eddie: What�s up?

Rick: I don�t know, but someone should be using this time to send help for Mike Bell. He is in the hands of a madman right now.

(Besolve opens the ladder right on the outside.)

Rick: What is this maniac thinking?

(In a display of dominance, Besolve snatches the injured Bell in a front chancery.)

Eddie: I don't think I like this...

(Besolve hoists Bell and plants him with the Light of Judgment on the padded concrete. Mike�s neck creased like paper when it hit.)

Rick: Ok, this is seriously not cool. I have barely seen anyone ever kick out of the Light of Judgment on the canvas; the concrete could kill someone.

(The Future is in full control now, with Bell unconscious. He drags Bell to the ladder with obviously sinister intentions.)

Eddie: Darrel is going too far this time... it's Mike Bell!

(Bell is thrust between the second and third rung, pulling his shoulders in a bit and draping his neck out over the second rung. Motionless, Besolve careful positions Bell and begins climbing the ladder.)

Rick: He wouldn�t dare�

Eddie: This needs to be stopped right now. No joke.

(Litter from the crowd is tossed, collecting on the canvas of the ring. Extra heel heat is tacked on top the monstrous level it had risen to as Darrel reaches the peak of the ladder.)

(HEEL HEAT STORM)

Rick: IT IS ADAM FIERCE! This is about to be a two on one massacre.

Eddie: He�s jumping!

(Besolve is airborne for what seems like an eternity. Besides the height of the ladder, the athletic champion went nearly five feet on his jump. His legs split open, in a guillotine. Mike�s forehead got hit right in the back of Darrel�s knee, snapping is neck against the metal rung of the ladder. With no where to go to lessen the impact, Bell�s neck may very well be broken.)

Rick: MY GOD!

Eddie: Get some help out here! I think he broke his neck. He had to, didn�t he?

Rick: Fierce is here, what do these two animals have in store next? What more could they possibly do?

(Adam grabs Darrel and lifts him in to his feet.)

Fierce: What in the hell are you doing? You could fucking kill him!!!

(Besolve pushes Fierce off of him, donning a callous stare.)

Darrel: So what?

Fierce: So what? I gave him this time for real, Darrel.

(Besolve begins walking away before Fierce can finish.)

Fierce: What are you doing? I am not finished.

(Fierce follows The Future to the back, leaving Bell in a heap.)

Rick: Adam Fierce actually came to stop this. Even he knows when it's too much.

Eddie: Is Bell alright?

(The medics come jogging to the ring, carrying a stretcher. They begin to check on Bell, he is not moving.)

Rick: This is very, very bad. Mike Bell has in terrible shape to begin with... his neck, I think it's broken! Bell could be out of wrestling forever!

Eddie: No! Please, don't let that be the case.

(They have loaded him on the stretcher, and are taking him out. The fans watching... worried.)

Rick: This is a terrible day.

[Returning from break, we are in the back. Various IWA crew, along with a half dozen medics, are carefully attending to Bell. An ambulance is nearby.]

Rick: We're back, but the mood is very grim right now. The future of Mike Bell is very much in limbo right now.

[Suddenly, Terence Harris comes running in the picture. He throws the stretcher aside, sending Mike Bell crashing to the floor.]

Rick: OH MY GOD! GET HIM OUT OF THERE!

[A flurry of men quickly restrain Harris, and power him away. He screams as he goes.]

Harris: If you ever come back, Bell... I'll be here, and waiting!

[And he is gone. The medics scramble to secure him back on the stretcher.]

Eddie: This is a sad display... even from my twisted perspective.

Rick: This is all-around, a horrible event in IWA history. There is no beating around the bush about that.

[Bell is loaded into the ambulance, and it drives away, sirens wailing.]

Rick: I can't believe this.

[Cut back to ringside with Rick and Eddie, both looking disgusted and saddened.]

Rick: We have a show to continue, but after that, I'm not sure I want to continue.

Eddie: I . . . I . . .

Rick: I understand, Eddie. It's a hard thing to deal with.

Eddie: I . . . I can't speak . . . I want to cry . . .

[Cut backstage. Adam Fierce is pacing furiously in the halls. With him is none other than Darrel Besolve. The crowd is booing loudly. VERY loudly.]

Fierce: I can't believe this!

[The boos for the IWA champion are deafening. Fierce's words are almost inaudible.]

Fierce: I suspend Mike Bell in order to heal... and you go and nearly kill the man! And then, Terence Harris!

[The jeers from Sudbury are beginning to fade, finally.]

Fierce: Harris comes in here not a month ago, and he thinks he can do something like this to one of my biggest stars???

[Darrel is looking at the floor, listening to Adam's words. The expression in his face is almost... empty.]

Fierce: Well, I'll tell you what. Harris, you want to play like this while I'm the boss? Well, fine! Next week, you're gonna be involved in a handicap match against... Michael Lennox and Ulfric!!!

[The crowd explodes.]

Rick: Now that, I like!

[Fierce looks at Darrel. Besolve, in turn, brings his head up, making eye contact with the Vice President.]

Fierce: And you! Don't think, just because of our relationship that I will let this go unpunished! Win or lose tonight, next week you're gonna wrestle Jeckel...

[A smile emerges on the champion's face.]

Darrel: Another target... another victim.

[Darrel turns around and begins walking away.]

Fierce: ...In a weapons match with special guest referee, ADAM BURKE!

[The crowd again erupts. After they calm down, Besolve is heard with a slight chuckle before he leaves. A final shot of Adam Fierce, more irate than we've seen in a long time.]

[Back to ringside.]

Rick: Jeckel vs. Besolve in a weapons match, with Adam Burke as the guest referee! That is huge!

Eddie: It doesn't bring justice to the happenings to Bell!

Rick: No. Not by a long shot. But, it's more than I expected from Fierce.

Eddie: I hope The Dark Angels break Harris in half!

Rick: Fans, it's time for Vic Vary to defend the NWA North American title, against the man that will face Besolve next week... Jeckel!

Eddie: This will hopefully take my mind off things. So hurry with the entrances!

Rick: Hold on... Before we go to the match, let's talk about this for a second. Vary, as we know, won a four-way dance at Wrestling Classic to win this very prestigious title. He has defended the title successfully since. But, I think that this might be his biggest challenge to date.

Eddie: You think? What, are you drunk?

Rick: Uh, no.

Eddie: Jeckel has destroyed his opponents from the get-go! His only loss came only because Jeckel wanted to destroy his opponent. Jeckel had Shoink beat, we all know that... but he got a little greedy and didn't pin him when he had the chance. Jeckel, as the International champion, is unstoppable.

Rick: You are right about the Shoink match. I do believe Jeckel had the victory. BUT, he also lost to Marc Vaughn.

Eddie: By DQ, because he destroyed Vaughn and knowingly threw the match! And, where is Vaughn now, huh?

Rick: Well, injured at the hands of Jeckel during that match.

Eddie: Exactly.

Rick: You have a good point. Jeckel is a force to be reckoned with, there are no doubts there. And now, we'll see if he can skyrocket his NWA career and become the new North American champion!

{The arena goes black as by now the crowd knows what is about to occur.}

V/O Jeckel: Ending myself will be a release, ending you will be my pleasure!

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

BOOM!!

Red strobe light come on and "Sweet Dreams" by Marilyn Manson plays.

Rick: Hey he has a different say!

Eddie: Yea and it's even more screwed up than the last.

Rick: I think we have already established that Jeckel is one screwed up, man.

Eddie: Agreed.

The crowd looks all around seeing where Jeckel is coming from but there is no sight of him. The Strobe light stop and the house lights come on.

Eddie: What the hell is going on?

Rick: Maybe Jeckel has decided to back out.

Eddie: I don't think he would do that.

Suddenly...

Jeckel: Your right.

Both Rick and Eddie look over and see Jeckel is sitting right next to them.

Rick: Holy Crap!!! There is no time for you to do color commentary. Get in the ring for your match.

(Jeckel devilishy smiles and takes off the headset and slides into the ring.)

Rick: Hey what is that smell.

(A brief pause...)

Eddie: Oh no...

Rick: You didn't. Tell me you didn't!!!

Eddie: I didn't.

Rick: Whew! Thank god for that one. Now lets head back where the North American Champion is about to make his enterance.

DING DING DING!

(Jeckel cracks Vary right off with a right to start the match. The strike is fierce and sends Vary wobbling.)

Rick: What a shot to start this mactch! Jeckel is one powerful hombre.

(Jeckel with another furious right knocks Vary even further back. Then, Jeckel fires with a third shot, but this time Vary dodges it and sweeps out Jeckel's legs. Jeckel is quick to handsrping to his feet and ducks a clothesline. He spins around with a kick and catches Vary in the gut. Jeckel goes for a suplex but it's blocked and countered as the NA champ smacks Jeckel's face off his knee. Vary bounces off the ropes and pounds on Jeckel's back. He grabs Jeckel's face and pounds away with a powerful right. Jeckel absorbs it turns right back at Vary. Vic responds with another right. Jeckel smiles.)

Eddie: Jeckel is one scary f@#%!

Rick: Eddie, language!

Eddie: Oh f*%@ off!

(Vary appears worried now. He winds up again and strikes an even harder shot. It knows Jeckel back, but he turns right back at Vary once again. Vic wastes no time, kicking him in the gut, then pounding on the back of his head repeatedly, taking him to his knees. Vary bounces off the ropes and drives his knee up into Jeckel's face, knocking him on his back. The crowd is pumped for this.)

Rick: Vary had to nearly go insane there to get him down!

Eddie: I noticed.

(But Jeckel isn't down for long. Once up, Vary hits him with an atomic drop, then attempts an Irish whip. It's reversed and Vary bounces off the ropes into a boot to the face.)

Rick: That was a shot, right there.

(Vary is pulled up to his feet. Jeckel locks him up and slams him to the mat with a T-bone suplex. Vary rolls around but Jeckel begins strangling him.)

Rick: C'mon... get in there, ref!

(The referee breaks it up quickly. Jeckel shoves him away, and starts choking him again. But the ref charges back and breaks it up.)

Rick: Vary will soon learn, if he hasn't already, that Jeckel is a relentless monster.

Eddie: That's what I love about him.

(Vary is pulled up to his feet. A POWERFUL Irish whip knocks him in the corner. Vary stumbles out and collapses to the mat. Jeckel mounts him and begins wrenching back on the head.)

Rick: The recliner submission from the IWA International champion!

Eddie: Vary's struggling to get to the ropes... and he does. Lucky bastard.

(Vary is again yanked to his feet. He is whiped into the ropes. Vary comes firing back with a cross-body. But Jeckel catches him and powerslams him to the mat. Jeckel covers.)

(. . . . . . 1 . . . . . . 2 . . . shoulder up.)

Rick: Vary has gotten little offense thus far... he can't break through Jeckel's shield.

(Jeckel pulls him up, and shoves him in the corner. Jeckel begins pushing back on the neck, toying with Vary. The NA champ tries to fight him off with punches, but none of them are effective. Jeckel grabs Vary and tosses him across the ring. Vary rolls out of the ring to avoid further attack.)

Eddie: This is our North American champion?

Rick: He has to compose himself and rethink his strategy if he wants to retain his belt.

(Jeckel smiles from inside the ring as Vary paces around ringside. Eventually, Vary climbs back on the apron. Jeckel quickly charges him, but Vary hops back to the floor. He grabs Jeckel's feet and yanks him to the floor. Vary kicks him in the body several times before sliding in the ring. The crowd pops as the tables have suddenly turned.)

Eddie: It seems he did rethink his strategy. But it doesn't do him any long-term good.

Rick: We shall see.

(Jeckel gets up. He is mad, and the crowd loves it. Jeckel immediately slides in the ring and is pounded by the North American champion. Jeckel fights to his feet. Vary tries to maintain control by tossing him into the ropes, but it's reversed by Jeckel, only to be reversed again by Vary, pulling Jeckel into his arms for an overhead belly-to-belly suplex. The crowd roars as Vary is finally gaining momentum. Jeckel returns to his feet, a little slower this time. Vary cracks him in the side of the head. Seconds later, Jeckel falls victim to a German suplex. Vary holds on and rolls them back up. A second German suplex.)

Rick: The rolling German suplexes, and Vary is gaining some steam!

(Vary holds on still and rolls him up for a third. But, Jeckel fights it with some elbows.)

Eddie: He can't hit the third!

(But, he holds on for the third, and bridges for the cover.)

Rick: HE DID!

ONE!
TWO!
kickout!

Eddie: Now, Jeckel is angry.

(Vary returns to his feet. He continuously strikes Jeckel as he does. Then, a whip into the ropes. Jeckel comes back and is lifted in the air, spun around and planted with a suplex. Vary heads to the second rope, and leaps off with a big legdrop.)

Rick: Vary connects with the legdrop! He is really piling it on the International champion!

(The crowd counts as Vary hooks the legs.)

Crowd: ONE!

. . .

Crowd: TWO!

. . .

Crowd: AWWW!

Rick: Jeckel kicks out!

Eddie: He's far from done!

(Vary pulls Jeckel up to his feet. He screams as he sends Jeckel crashing into the corner. Vary climbs up and begins pounding away on the challenger.)

(1...2...)

Rick: Jeckel might be in some serious trouble here...

(3...4...5...)

Eddie: I hate watching this!

(6...7...)

(WHAM!)

Rick: My god! Jeckel just tossed Vary to the floor!

Eddie: Now THAT's a counter! And just like that, Jeckel is back on top.

(Vary is on the mat after that serious fall. In the ring, Jeckel paces, shaking off the previous attacks. Eventually, he rolls out of the ring. Jeckel grabs Vary and whips him into the guardrail. He charges and dives his shoulders into Vary's abdominal area. Then, he lifts Vary over his shoulder, and drives his back into the ringpost.)

Rick: Jeckel wants the NWA North American title, and he wants to hurt Vary!

(Jeckel backs him up and drives his back into the ringpost again, then he slams him on the ground.)

Eddie: This is great! Vary won't have anything left!

(Jeckel now grabs some cords and begins choking the champion. This is when the referee really gets in Jeckel's face, threatening to call the match.)

Rick: Jeckel is a madman!

Eddie: It's good, eh?

(He eventually releases his grip and Vic Vary collapses on his face. Jeckel grabs his head and violently pulls him to his feet, rolling him in the ring. Jeckel follows without waiting a breath. He drops a series of quick elbows to the heart of Vary, who squirms after each shot. Jeckel stays down after the last one with a lateral press.)

............... ONE ............... TWO ......... kickout!

(Vary sits up immediately, breathing heavily. Jeckel takes a few steps and kicks Vary's chest like a football. Vary falls back to his chest, but is yanked up. The challenger locks Vary in a front chancery, then hoists him vertical. But Vary carries his weight back until he's back on his feet, then he lauches Jeckel over himself with a back-body drop. The crowd lets out a pop.)

Rick: Vary countered that out of nowhere after begin battered by Jeckel since the fall outside.

(Vary rests while Jeckel climbs to his feet. Then he throws at his opponent. It connects and gains him some time. He grabs Jeckel in an inverted full-nelson with his hands on the International champ's face, and sweeps out his legs, knocking the back of his head on the mat.)

Eddie: That was a unique attack there.

Rick: And impressive.

(Vary lays on Jeckel for the cover.)

. . . ONE . . .

. . . TWO . . .

. . . NO!

Rick: Vary was literally tossed away there, folks!

(Vary and Jeckel return to their feet simultaneously. Vary grabs his opponent, whipping him against the ropes. Jeckel pounces back with a spring and drives his elbow into Vic's face, knocking him to the floor.)

Rick: And Jeckel is right back on the offensive.

Eddie: Vary doesn't have it in him to beat Jeckel... He's just too powerful.

(Vary grabs the ropes and pulls himself back up. Jeckel comes in with a pounding right to the skull, sending him bent over. Moments later Jeckel comes in with another right and blood is shot from his mouth.)

Eddie: BLOOD!

Rick: You are sick...

(Jeckel mercilessly grabs Vic's head. He turns him around and applies a dragon sleeper.)

Eddie: Now, the picking begins.

(Vary's body is bent in a wrong way, and he's screaming loudly as a result. The ref asks him the question, but he screams "no". Then, the International champ drops to one knee, applying more pressure.)

Rick: Jeckel is a methodical wrestler and he has no remourse for his opponents, as he has been showing.

(Vary is screaming wildly, but he refuses to quit. He reaches up and starts tearing at Jeckel's face. But Jeckel bites his hand hard and long, causing Vary to squirm. When he lets go, blood is on his hand. Jeckel smiles, showing his blooddied teeth.)

Eddie: Oh man, that's sick.

(Then, Jeckel brings Vary up and over his shoulder in a powerful display. He walks around the ring before planting the NA champ's head into the mat with a piledriver. Jeckel gets to his feet, leaving Vary motionless. "The Phoenix" backs up onto the second rope and leaps off, driving his elbow into Vary's forehead.)

Eddie: There's an elbow with impact!

Rick: Jeckel isn't done yet. He brings Vary up, and there's an Irish whip into the corner.

Eddie: You can almost hear Vary break hitting that corner.

(Jeckel charges but Vary steps on the second rope and leaps, rolling over Jeckel's back. Jeckel turns around into a stunner.)

Rick: WHAT A COUNTER!

Eddie: That was damn impressive!

(Jeckel fumbles around with his eyes rolled in his head. Vary grabs him and with a slam, places him in ideal position, as he goes to the top rope.)

Rick: Vic Vary is digging deep for energy here... but he wants to end this!

(And, he leaps off, floating almost majestically . . . )

(He lands a HUGE splash.)

Rick: HE HIT IT! HERE'S THE COVER!

Eddie: No . . .

Rick: ONE!

Eddie: It can't be . . .

Rick: TWO!

Eddie: Can it???

Rick: THRRRREEEE!!

. . .

Rick: KICKOUT!!!

Eddie: AHH! Oh boy! Heart attack!

(The crowd lets out a sigh of disbelief. And now, both men are down - tired and beat.)

Rick: This is Vic Vary's chance to really come back in this match. Jeckel is weakened now, but he's resiliant as hell!

(The fans are getting behind Vary as he begins getting to his feet. But Jeckel is far behind. Vary sees him and kicks him to keep him under control. Vary then whips him in the ropes. When he comes back, Vary catches him in the sleeper.)

Rick: The North American champ is slowing things down here, trying to regain himself.

(But Jeckel grabs his head and throws him over to the mat. Jeckel with one swift kick, nearly cracks the skull of Vary.)

Eddie: Ooh! You weren't kidding about Jeckel being resiliant.

(Jeckel drops down to the mat and scratches Vary's face. Vary squirms, and Jeckel begins choking him again. But he stops to prevent the DQ.)

Eddie: Look at this beautiful, beautiful savage wrestler!

Rick: Jeckel is bringing the champ up to his feet... and there's the chicken-wing!!! You know what's coming!

Eddie: Yeeeeeeeeeeeee.....

(Jeckel lifts him into the air and fires Vary onto the mat.)

Eddie: ...YES!

Rick: THE GATHES OF HEAVEN!

(Jeckel makes the cover.)

Rick: THIS IS HOW HE WON THE INTERNATIONAL TITLE!

(One.)

.

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(Two.)

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.

.

(NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)

Rick: FOOT ON THE ROPES!! VARY HAD HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Eddie: I can't f&#%ing believe it!

(The crowd is popping large. Jeckel rips Vary to his feet. He powers him into the corner, and charges with a mean splash. Jeckel again sets up for a T-bone suplex and tosses Vary's body halfway across the ring.)

Eddie: Jeckel's pissed! I mean pissed! Quite frankly, so am I! GET HIM GOOD, JECKEL!

Rick: The almost unbiassed commentating from Eddie Reagan.

(The challenger grabs Vic Vary and drags him to a sitting position in the ring. Jeckel backs to the opposite side of the ring. He takes a run and missiles across the ring with a dropkick, catching Vary in the side of the face.)

Rick: Man oh man!

Eddie: There's some more blood!

(The fans finish squeeming after the shot. Jeckel brings Vary up to his feet. Jeckel sits him on the top tournbuckle. He climbs up to the first rope, pauses, and then to the second. He pulls Vary into a standing position, and throws Vary's arm over his shoulder.)

Rick: I smell superplex!

(Jeckel lifts him in the air and the crowd holds there breath . . . )

Eddie: Here it comes!

Rick: No! Vary with a punch to the face and Jeckel brings him back on the tournbuckle!

Eddie: Vary's really fighting! Look at those rights!

(The crowd is into every shot. But, Jeckel silences them with a hard headbutt. Jeckel now lifts him standing on the top rope. Standing on the second, Jeckel puts his head between Vary's legs.)

Rick: This could end it, if successful!

Eddie: Vary just can't take another fall like this!

(But suddenly . . . )

Rick: Vary with a sunset flip, landing on his feet!! He has Jeckel on his shoulders now!

Eddie: This doesn't look good!

(Vary jobs across the ring, and powerbombs Jeckel straight to hell!)

Rick: WHAT A RUNNING POWERBOMB!!!

Eddie: NO!

(Vary, with his last ounce of strength, drapes his arm over Jeckel's body.)

. . .

Rick: ONE!

. . .

Rick: TWO!

. . .

Eddie: AHHHH!!!!

Rick: THREE!!!! VIC VARY WINS!!!

(The crowd EXPLODES!)

Eddie: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! I CAN'F F%#@ING BELIEVE IT!!!

Rick: Jeckel came within INCHES of becoming the new NWA NA Champ! But Vic Vary wins a spectacular contest, and proves to Canada that he is the real deal!

Rick: We're back. Eddie, this night has had it's huge ups, and its huge downs. This will surely be a night that we will remember for a long time.

Eddie: But not in a good way! Mike Bell might be out of wrestling, and it's hard to deal with, really.

Rick: It is very sad, really. It's horrible, to speak truthfully. But, try and focus on the good, and hopefully you can forget about the Bell incident... if only until the end of the show.

Eddie: I can't!

(Rick takes out a bag of skittles.)

Rick: Eddie?

(Eddie's eyes light up as his attention is torn away.)

Eddie: Ooh!

(He snatches the pack and begins munching.)

Rick:

Rick: We're all set for our blockbuster main event! The rules to this three-way match are simple. Two men in at any time, instead of all three at once. Adam Fierce made the rule change in order to lighten the load for his champion, Darrel. Either legal man can tag in the third man. And the first pin wins.

(Eddie is done eating now.)

Eddie: So, Barcode can pin Evan and win the IWA title?

Rick: Exactly.

Eddie: I'm not sure I like that.

Rick: Well too bad. To the ring!

Eddie: WAIT!

Rick: What is it now?

Eddie: Uh, nevermind. I forgot was I was gonna say.

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

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

[The last word is barely heard, when Mike Barcode and steps out from the locker room area. He is sporting, very proudly, the IWA Extreme Title. Barcode stands still at the start of the ramp, taking in the environment. The music has been playing, as he listens, and breathes, before departing down the ramp.]

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

[Barcode enters the ring. He holds up his Extreme title and smacks himself in the head with it. The impact knocks him down.]

Rick: What is he doing?

Eddie: Showing us why he's the Extreme champ!

[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: This guy is going in against bad odds. Barcode and Besolve are known to be on the same page, being against the Triad, so it could very well be a 2 on 1 affair.

Eddie: Them odds are to my liking.

[Hurley slides in the ring, and Barcode exits. Hurley stares him down, then climbs on the turnbuckle. He drops off, and it's time for our final entrance.]

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

Rick: And here he is. The man who is at the top of the IWA mountain.

Eddie: The greatest wrestler in the world!

(Besolve paces to the ring, steady and powerfully.)

Rick: In the opinions of many, yes. Myself, personally, I would probably have to agree. When Darrel is in that ring, he is the ruler.

Eddie: Now you're on the trolly!

(Besolve enters the ring. He removes his robe. He is still slightly bandaged. Hurley and Barcode re-enter the ring. Barcode and Besolve stand across from Hurley, both men intimitading their enemy.)

Rick: I don't like to see this.

(Suddenly, "Eye of The Tiger" plays and the crowd erupts.)

Eddie: Ah hell.

Rick: It's Adam Burke!

(Burke sprints down to the ring. Hurley exits the ring and joins his tag team partner.)

Rick: You can never forget about Burke. He's the tag team champ, with Hurley. He can't leave his partner to be fed to the dogs.

Eddie: But there's not much he can do. This match doesn't feature him.

Rick: You're very right.

DING DING DING!

(As Hurley enters the ring again, Besolve exits. Barcode and Evan start it off, locking up. Barcode with a wristlock. But Evan counters and reverses the hold. Barcode tries to sweep out Hurley, but Evan hops over. Then, he kicks Barcode in the stomach, then in the legs to knock him on his back. Evan drops the leg, but Barcode rolls out of harms way.)

Eddie: These two know each other well, hence the counters and the such.

Rick: Great commentating from Eddie, as usual. Both men back up now, and they have locked up again. This time it's Hurley with a hammerlock. Barcode trying to find a way out, but Evan shoves him in the ropes. Barcode holds on, but Evan dropkicks him over the ropes!

Eddie: Barcode lands on the apron! And he pulls Evan down.

Rick: The Extreme champ springboarding over the ropes with a splash! The cover.... ONE . . . . TWO . . not even close.

(Barcode is up, and Evan shortly afterwards. Barcode with elbows to the back of Evan's head. Now, an Irish whip and Evan bounces off the ropes. He leaps over Barcode attempting a back-body. Coming off the next set of ropes, he powers Barcode down with a shoulderblock. Barcode is back up as Evan comes off the ropes with another shoulderblock. But Mike sees it and hiptosses Evan down, before tagging in "The Future".)

Rick: And here he comes. The IWA Heavyweight champion... Darrel Besolve!

(Besolve climbs in the ring as Evan returns to his feet. He stares across at Darrel. Hatred oozing from Evan's face, while morbid cruelty eminates from Darrel's. The two are about to lock up, but Hurley with a go-behind. He attepts a suplex, but it's blocked. Besolve reserves with his own go-behind and he attempts a German suplex. But Evan elbows him in the skull. One last time, he reverses it, and plants Besolve with a release suplex. The crowd is way into this.)

Rick: "Everyday" Evan Hurley is showing tonight that he can match up against hte best in the World.

Eddie: You got that from a single suplex? Jeez...

(Besolve is up to his hands and knees and Evan pounds him in the chest with a kick. It knocks him into the corner. Evan now pounds on the champion with rights to the skull. The crowd counts.)

Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!

(Evan pauses to acknowledge the crowd.)

Eddie: Big mistake.

(He returns to Darrel, but it is too late. Besolve has pulled him into the corner, and at the same time, pulls himself up. He turns around fiercly with a huge right shot to the gut. Darrel fires with a left, then another right. He follows it up with a left, left, left, right, left combination. And a final uppercut knocks Hurley on his ass.)

Eddie: Darrel Besolve capitalized on Evan's mistake. NEVER turn your back on The Future.

Rick: Words to remember. And I bet Evan will remember, after suffering Darrel's golden-gloved hands.

(Besolve heads to the opposite corner. He turns around and charges like a bull towards Evan.)

Eddie: OOH!

Rick: What a knee to Evan's face!

(Hurley rolls out of the corner, clenching his mouth. Darrel grabs him and yanks him to his feet. He scoops Evan in his arms, takes a run and powerslams him down. Darrel tags in the Extreme champ.)

Eddie: And here comes the two-time IWA Extreme champion.

(Barcode immediately goes to work, stomping on Evan. He finally allows Hurley to get back to his feet. Barcode whips Hurley in the ropes. Evan comes back and goes down after a back-body drop. Hurley sits up and is met with a headlock from Barcode.)

Rick: Barcode is trying to slow this down. Pick Evan apart, and don't allow him to tag out. Essentually, it's a handicapped match, until Evan is taken out. Then I imagine Barcode and Besolve will fight it out.

(Hurley fights his way back to his feet while in the headlock. He feeds from the crowd's energy and begins elbowing Barcode in the gut. But the Extreme champ leaps up, and plants Hurley on his back, still applying the headlock.)

Eddie: Ha! Did you see how hard Evan worked to get up, only to sent back down? It's beautiful.

(Barcode now releases the hold. He heads to the ropes and waves at Burke. The crowd boos. Burke is chuckling.)

Rick: You can tell Adam Burke, the World Cruiserweight champion, and IWA tag team champion, wants to tear apart Mike Barcode right now.

(He holds himself back. Barcode grabs Hurley, and pulls him up. Hurley swats Barcode's arm off his head then stings Barcode with a left. Then, he swings with a right, but it's ducked. Barcode drops Hurley with a neckbreaker. Now, he tags back in the IWA champ. Besolve enters and grabs Hurley. Evan starts clubbing away at his stomach, but Darrel pounds the back of Evan's head, keeping him down. Hurley is brought back up to his feet and into a waistlock. Darrel lifts him in the way, with the bearhug.)

Rick: You don't see this too often. But a man the size of Darrel Besolve makes this work so well.

(Hurley is beginning to fade away.)

Eddie: Is Darrel gonna finish him like this?

(Evan suddenly finds his reserve and begins fighting free. But Besolve puts an end to the efforts with a belly-to-belly suplex.)

Rick: And just like that, Evan is put down.

(Besolve makes the cover.)

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

(Besolve pulls Evan back up. An Irish whip and Hurley is sent crashing into the corner. Besolve charges.)

Eddie: Here comes the freight train!

Rick: No! Hurley gets the boot up!

(Besolve turns around and is sent to the mat with a clothesline. The crowd is cheering as Besolve gets up, only to be sent down with a bulldog.)

Rick: "Everyday" Evan is making a comeback! Besolve is back up and Hurley whips him in the ropes. Besolve comes back... Evan plants him with a Death Valley Driver! The cover... this could be it!

ONE . . . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . . . . . . .

(Mike Barcode breaks up the count.)

Rick: It's a damn handicapped match! Hurley can't win!

(Barcode pulls Hurley up and begins laying it to him. But Evan blocks the shots and sneaks in a facerake. He grabs Barcode and throws him over the top ropes.)

Rick: But, Evan's sure as hell trying to fight this off!

(Hurley turns around to "The Future".)

(WHAM!)

Eddie: BESOLVE SPIKE!

Rick: What a spinebuster! That, out of nowhere, put an end to Evan's attempts.

(Besolve nurses his wounds briefly, then returns to work on Evan. He pulls him back. Besolve whips him in the ropes. Evan flies back and is scooped up. Darrel spins him around and drops him over his knee.)

Rick: Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Besolve is slowly taking apart Evan Hurley.

(Besolve doesn't let Hurley fall to the mat. Instead, he pulls him over his shoulder, and slams him down. Darrel mounts Evan and begins laying in rights and lefts.)

Rick: Look at those shots!

Eddie: Besolve is a man full of hate right now! He's just crushing Evan right now!

(Rights and lefts, rights and lefts. Finally, Besolve gets to his feet, leaving Evan bloodied. The crowd boos the IWA champion.)

Rick: Darrel Besolve has bloodied Evan Hurley, here. This coming after that brutal attack on the already injured Mike Bell, which has forced Bell to be taken away via ambulance earlier on.

Eddie: That was a horrible incident. Besolve has demons, and unfortunately he dealt with them through Mike Bell. It hurts me, but I don't hate him for it.

(Besolve pulls Hurley to his feet. He shoves him in the corner. Besolve muscles back Evan's chin before slapping his chest.)

Crowd: WOO!

(Another chop.)

Crowd: WOO!

(Evan stumbles out of the corner to his knees. Besolve sits on the top turnbuckle, standing on the bottom rope, then leaps off with a double-axe-handle smash. But Hurley hits him in the stomach, then leaps out and tags in Mike Barcode. The crowd pops.)

Rick: Evan makes it to safety! Now Barcode and Besolve have to fight it out!

(Barcode chases Evan out of the ring. Adam Burke steps in and Barcode backs away. He backs right into Besolve's chest. He turns around and the two are face to face.)

Eddie: I don't like this.

(Then, Besolve grabs Barcode by the head and slides him headfirst out of the ring. Barcode tackles Burkey on the way out, and begins laying it to him.)

Eddie: Yes! Teamwork rules!

(Besolve exits the ring and stomps on Evan, who was recouperating. Meanwhile, Burke has fought off Barcode's punches, and gained the advantage in their brawl with a jawbreaker. Burke now clocks Barcode down. Darrel Besolve comes in is knocked down with a forearm to the face. The crowd is cheering loud.)

Rick: The Tiger is cleaning house!

(Barcode is back up and Burke throws him into the ringsteps. Besolve is up and is kicked in the gut. Burke sets up for a piledriver, but Barcode has his hands on a steel chair.)

WHACK!

(Burke goes down.)

Rick: Ouch!

Eddie: Good! Burke's not even in this freaking match.

(Barcode rolls Evan on the apron. Besolve enters the ring and tags Hurley as the legal man.)

Rick: And Evan is right back in the ring, against the wrong two people.

(Barcode grabs Hurley and pulls him inside the ring. He kicks Evan in the back of the head, and Evan is wounded bag. Barcode grabs him by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Moments later, Evan is knocked down with a snap suplex. Now, Barcode is going to the top rope.)

Eddie: Here we go!

(He leaps off with a huge frog-splash, but Hurley gets the knees up just in time.)

Rick: No! Evan isn't done yet!

(The two men are down, with Hurley trying to pull himself together. He finally does and gets back to his feet as Barcode does the same. Hurley grabs Barcode and DDT's him down.)

Rick: What a DDT! Barcode's head hits the mat with a loud thud on that one!

(But just then, Darrel Besolve enters the ring and powers Hurley down with a clothesline.)

Eddie: I love this. WOOOOOO!

(The ref gets himself involved, trying to get Besolve out of the ring. But Darrel shoves him away with ease and pulls Hurley up. Besolve whips Evan into the ropes.)

Rick: Besolve leaps for a dropkick... but Evan holds onto the ropes, and Besolve misses badly!

(Besolve gets back up and Evan tosses him to the floor.)

Eddie: Ah damn.

Rick: Barcode is up... and Evan with a rollup!

(The crowd counts LOUDLY!)

Crowd: ONE!

Eddie: NO!

Crowd: TWO!

Rick: We could have a new champion....

Crowd: THREE!

(HUGE CROWD POP!)

Rick: EVAN DID IT!!

Eddie: NO! The ref is saying two! TWO!!

(Eddie is right, and the crowd can not believe it.)

Rick: That was so incredibly close... my heart is pounding, Eddie.

Eddie: I would have cried.

(Barcode springs back to his feet, and Evan follows up. Barcode misses with a wild right. Evan grabs him in waistlock, but Barcode sneaks in the mule-kick.)

Rick: Damn it!

(Barcode spins around and grabs Hurley in a gutwrench. He hoists Hurley in the air and powerbombs him down, before tagging Darrel back in.)

Eddie: You know Besolve can't be too happy now.

(Darrel grabs Hurley and yanks him to his feet. An Irish whip into the corner. Besolve takes another run, and this time connects with the splash.)

Rick: What a huge splash! Hurley isn't well off at all.

(Darrel sneers at the crowd, who boos considerably. Darrel grabs Hurley and stuffs his head under his arm. He signals the end.)

Eddie: Here comes the Light of Judgment!

(But suddenly, Darrel is tripped by Burke on the outside. The crowd roars.)

Rick: Yes! That's how you play with these boys!

Eddie: How can you condone interference?

Rick: In this situation, it is more than OK.

(Besolve gets to his feet and reaches out, grabbing Burke by the hair. He pulls him up to the apron, but from behind, Hurley drpos him with a running neckbreaker. In comes Barcode, but Burke pulls him to the floor.)

Rick: YES!

Eddie: No!

Rick: Everyday goes up top . . . we all know what�s next!

(Evan stands atop the top turnbuckle for a while and looks around the arena . . . eventually launching himself into the air . . . grabbing Darrel�s head on the way down driving his face deep into the canvas. Besolve rolls onto his back.)

Rick: THE VIOLENT ACT!

Eddie: NO!

(And the cover.)

1!

. . .

2!

. . .

KICKOUT!!!

Eddie: NO... Wait! Besolve kicked out!?!? WOOOO!

Rick: I can't believe it! And neither can Hurley!

(Hurley spits out blood, while shaking his head in disbelief. On the outside, Barcode hits Burke with the low-blow of the century.)

Rick: My lord... I hope Brandy doesn't want children... cuz Burke will have trouble after that shot!

(Barcode punches him in the face and Burke goes down. Barcode grabs a steel chair and enters the ring.)

Rick: He's bringing in the chair... that's illegal, folks.

Eddie: Thanks for pointing that out!

(Barcode winds up to strike Evan, but the ref yanks the chair out of his hands. Barcode is about to strike the ref, but Evan comes running in. Barcode times the attack and pulls Evan into the corner with his tights. He kicks Evan in the stomach, and DDTs him down. Barcode exits to the outside.)

Rick: Barcode's attack with the chair nearly backfired... but he held it together, there.

(Besolve pulls himself up. He tags in Barcode.)

Eddie: And Barcode is now the legal man... and something tells me he wants to end this match soon.

(The Extreme champ pulls Evan to his feet. He sets up and nails Evan with a pump-handle-slam. Barcode stomps Evan until he is no longer moving. Then, he smacks him in the back of the head.)

Rick: Total disrespect right there.

(Now, Barcode yanks Hurley back to his feet. He hits Evan with an atomic drop. Now, Barcode goes for the Armaggedon twist-of-fate.)

Rick: THIS WILL END IT...

(But Evan shoves him into the ropes.)

Eddie: I was right, but Barcode couldn't do it there.

(Barcode bounces back and Hurley goes for a lariat. But it's countered with a tornado DDT.)

Rick: And Barcode maintains control with that beautiful move.

(Barcode grabs Hurley and pulls him up. He whips Hurley in the ropes. Besolve smacks Hurley's back as he bounces off the ropes.)

Rick: Hurley comes back and... ARMAGGEDON! Now it's over! Barcode with the cover.

Eddie: But Evan's not the legal man anymore! Darrel tagged himself in!

Rick: Barcode doesn't know that!

(Barcode gets up after the ref doesn't count. He gets in his face. Meanwhile, Darrel Besolve has entered the ring.)

Rick: Oh boy...

(Besolve grabs Barcode and spins him around. He kicks the Extreme champ in the gut. Grabbing him by the head, he lifts him in the air and drops him with a brainbuster on the canvas.)

Rick: THE LIGHT OF JUDGMENT!

Eddie: The cover!

(ONE!)

(TWO!)

(THREE!)

Eddie: Darrel Besolve wins!

Rick: What a brilliant plan by Darrel! He teams with Barcode the entire match, taking apart Evan Hurley, and then when Barcode's least expecting it, turns on Barcode and pins him to retain!

Eddie: And so is the nature of the three-way-dance! DARREL BESOLVE RULES!!!

Rick: Fans, we're outta time! See you next week!

(Besolve is handed the IWA Heavyweight title. He holds it in the air, as the sweat pours down his face.)

(The copyrights roll on the bottom of the screen. Then, the shot cuts to the IWA logo.)

(FLASH.)

(Black.)

Matchwriting Credits:

Spark vs. Super Shoink vs. Scooter: Darrel Besolve