("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.)

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

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

Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 220 pounds, Dazzling Derek Damon!

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

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

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

DING DING DING!

Rick: We are set to go in this one.

(Damon starts off the match with a boot to the ribs. Leaning in, he hits a European uppercut. Spark is rocked backward. Spark hits the corner and Damon lashes out with a knee lift�)

Eddie: He dodged!

(Derek hits nothing but air and Spark lands a solid knife edge chop. Recoiling quickly, he slices through another knife edge chop.)

Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

(Dipping in, Spark whips Derek into the opposite corner�)

Rick: Reversal!

(Derek sends Spark charging, chest first, into the corner. Rocked from the impact, Spark reels back. Derek grabs and hand full of hair and locks in a side headlock. Running to get a head of steam, he vaults up the top ropes; scaling the top ring rope in a spiral.)

Rick: Tornado DDT!

Eddie: Look again there, Swift.

Crowd: OUCH!

(Walking the ropes led to do the splits for Damon. Spark doesn�t hesitate. With a tremendous bit of athleticism, Spark high jumps over the top rope, hooking Derek Damon in a head scissor take down. Both go tumbling to the floor.)

Eddie: Holy Cow! Did you see that?

Rick: This capacity crowd is on its feet. These two have been going at one another like crazy since the bell rang.

Eddie: That is how this cruiserweight tournament has played out so far. We have seen some tremendous action in the first two rounds.

Rick: You can say that again, and this match is adding to the list of good matches, already.

(Both men took a spill, but Spark is up much quicker than Damon; who will be singing soprano for awhile. Seeing Derek half way up, pushing on the ground with his hands for leverage�Spark jumps up, dropping a legdrop across the back of his neck and driving his face into the floor.)

1�2�3

Eddie: That is going to leave a mark. Trust me, I have been doing this for a lot of years and this type of thing always leaves a mark.

Rick: You�re brilliant, you know that?

Eddie: You think?

Rick: No, of course not.

(Lifting up what is left of Derek after this heavy exchange, Spark tosses him head and shoulder first into the safety rail. The fans in the front row reach out and touch both men, before Spark hip tosses Damon into the steel steps.)

4�5�6

Rick: Spark is dominating the early part of this match.

Eddie: If Derek doesn�t mount a counterstrike soon, this early part may be the beginning of the end.

(On that note, Spark tosses Damon back in under the bottom rope. He climbs up onto the ring apron and then slingshots over the top rope with a knee drop to the middle of Derek�s spine.)

Rick: Every move is high impact. Every move is executed well. Spark is showing us what veteran skills can do in a tournament atmosphere.

(Spark lifts Damon, only to toss him into the far side ropes�)

Eddie: There is a sign of life! A short arm clothesline out of the irish whip.

Rick: You can tell it was out of desperation though; he can�t even mount anything to follow that up.

(Rick is correct, as he just tries to catch his breath. Spark swings a big right hand, but misses big. Derek does a quick go behind and locks in a waistlock. He picks him up�)

Eddie: REVERSAL!

(With a mega burst of leg strength, and using the attempted suplex�s momentum against him, Spark flips all the way over and lands a variation of an orange crush.)

Rick: THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!

COVER

1�

Eddie: This has to be it.

2�

Eddie: He can�t kick out�

3�NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rick: Oh yes he can!

Eddie: Barely, but good enough.

(Derek got the shoulder up and the match will continue. It was within an eyelash. Spark looks at the referee for a moment, before lifting Damon to continue his efforts. Damon reacts on instinct, driving an upward swinging elbow into Spark�s ribcage.)

Rick: A Pig�

Eddie: (Interrupting) What, your wife is here? Point her out, where is she?

Rick: Hey, you take that back!

Eddie: HEHEHE

(Another elbow frees Damon. He shoots in and grabs a single leg, with a deep shoot. His back arched, he snags Sparks head with his other hand. Lifting and then dropping backward, Damon hits a reverse fall away slam.)

Eddie: That will change the tide in a heartbeat.

(Running on adrenaline and the constant buzz from the crowd, Damon spring boards to his feet and Jerks Spark over with a deep arm drag. Spark rebounds, only to have another arm drag take him across the ring.)

Rick: Derek has Spark rocking.

(A kick to the midsection doubles the Sparkster over. Stepping in, Damon sets up for a powerbomb.)

Eddie: This could be bad for Spark, very bad.

(He lifts him high in the air�)

Rick: Spark Reverses!

(Snatching a handful of hair, he drives Damon�s face down with a sit down face buster. It really took the wind back out of Derek�s sails.)

Rick: Cover�

1�

Eddie: No way; KICK!

2�

Rick: He�s done.

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rick: This match is all over and it was complete fever from the start. These two guys didn�t hesitate for a moment, packing a ton of action into this one.

[We are backstage. Aaron Levin, the IWA Commissionner, sits at his desk doing paperwork, since Fierce sure won't.]

Rick: Aaron Levin, IWA commish!

[By the way, Fierce isn't around right now.]

Eddie: Man, that guy is always doing work.

[Suddenly, the crowd pops LARGE. It's Adam Burke, entering through the door.]

Rick: The Tiger is here!!!

[Levin looks up from the papers. A smile emerges on his face. He stands and shakes the hand of the NWA Cruiserweight champion.]

Burke: You wanted to see me?

Levin: I sure did. I received a call from President Vincent earlier today. You know what he had to say?

[Burke sighs.]

Burke: Yeah... Tell him I didn't eat his ice cream... it fell on the floor!

[Levin is confused. He shrugs that off.]

Levin: No no. Remember when he said that you'd be rewarded for bringing the NWA World Cruiserweight belt to Canada?

[Burke looks to the belt over his shoulder, then back at Levin, interested.]

Burke: Yeah...

[Levin smiles.]

Levin: Well, IWA's next Pay-Per-View event will take place on June 26th, live from the Molson Center in Montreal, and will be called, SUMMER SIZZLER 2002!

[The crowd pops.]

Rick: That's huge news!

Eddie: PPV time, baby!

Burke: Well that's great. What does it have to do with me?

Levin: Well, Adam. You're gonna main event against the IWA Heavyweight champion.

[The crowd EXPLODES!]

Rick: DID YOU HEAR THAT, EDDIE?

Eddie: Yeah yeah.

[Burke shows a mixture of excitement, fear, and even curiosity.]

Burke: You're toyin' with me... yankin' my chain... pullin' my leg... bakin' my patato, right?

Levin: I'm happy to say that I'm not. From President Vincent's mouth.

[Levin smacks him in the shoulder.]

Levin: You deserve it.

[Burke walks out, rubbing his sore shoulder from Levin's shot.]

Eddie: C'mon! Levin couldn't hurt a fly!

[The camera follows Burke a few metres down the hall. Burke begins looking down in his open hand and seems to be counting through the change.]

Burke: Good old Dr. Pepper, you�d never hurt me, you�re always there for me.

[Adam puts the change in the machine and is about to grab his drink when a hand thrusts out from the shadows, grabs Burke by the neck, and slams him against the opposite concrete wall. The camera shakily scans over to the right to find the ominous figure of Jeckel holding Burke in the air against the wall with one hand. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Jeckel speaks.]

Jeckel: Burke, I am ready to give you an incredible opportunity. It�s not often people are privileged to assist a super human, are you ready to help me?

[Burke lets out two strained coughs, as he is still recovering from the choke slam into the wall, before he speaks.]

Burke: No?

[Jeckel tightens the grip around Burke�s throat accompanied with an evil smile.]

Rick: I don't like this one bit.

Jeckel: You�ve tasted my wrath already, and you have failed�twice against me. You don�t want me to prove a point to you?

Burke: Uh�yes?

WHAM!

[Jeckel sends his fist flying into Adam�s face with a massive impact, at the same time dropping Burke to the floor. As Adam sits, still in shock and rubbing at the impact, whipping away some blood Jeckel speaks again.]

Jeckel: It�s simple Burke, I will walk out of here, tonight, the new champion, see that it happens.

[As Jeckel turns around he grabs the Dr. Pepper Adam bought, rips the top off, and kicks it into Burke�s face, spilling the drink all over Adam. As Jeckel walks off, his chuckle resonates through the hallway.]

[Cut to ringside.]

Eddie: Jeckel is trying to intimidate Burke into helping him win!

Rick: I hope it doesn't work.

[�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: Ah hell. I don't think I'm gonna like this.

#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.]

Eddie: Hey... this guy is cool, Rick.

#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 boo 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: Majik is certainly not on my schedule.

#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.]

Eddie: These sort of things never are, remember?

#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.]

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

[The IWA fans really don�t like this guy!]

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

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

Rick: NOT AGAIN!

[The music cuts.]

[Majik waits while the customary boo�s die down]

Majik: Yes, yes indeed, it�s Majik time again.

[Heavy boo�s from the fans in North Bay.]

Majik: And once again � I�ll keep this very short and extremely sweet.

[Heavy boo�s, as the fans know this is hardly likely with Majik.]

Majik: Okay, first off I�ve already discussed, in great detail, on IWA programming several valid reason�s as to why Spark�s so called win a couple weeks ago should be declared null and void. But this isn�t why I�m out here tonight � after all we all know who really won that. Besides, I I beat Alec Ozgoode easily last week and entered myself into the second round of the IWA Cruiserweight title tournament.

[Boo�s from the fans, snores from the commentators]

Majik: But I digress. I�m out here tonight because Adam Fierce or whoever is booking this stuff made a mistake. They omitted Majik from tonight�s lineup.

[The fans cheer.]

Majik: However, I hate to disappoint, and although the staff probably had other things on their mind like if they�ve run out of coffee and milk or not yet. So I�ll pick up the ball they�ve dropped by missing me, Majik, a sure fire ratings winner, off the Rush lineup, because I�ve gone out and made my own match for tonight.

Rick: What? Who�s he fixed up a match with? Hurley? Rematch with Spark?

Majik: That�s right I went backstage and had �words� with a certain IWA Heavyweight Champion. Yes the same IWA Champ I have been challenging, without a reply, for some time now�.

Rick: I don�t believe it, Majik�s going to face Besolve, tonight?

Eddie: But he's wrestling Jeckel!

Majik: So without any further adieu let me introduce my opponent tonight �

["Ironman" by Black Sabbath plays as the fans give a mixed reaction to the IWA Champ.]

Majik: �� from Edmore, Michigan weighing in at 287lbs � �The Future� Barrel Resolve�

[A large grotesque man bearing no resemblence at all towards Darrel Besolve lumbers down to ringside amidst a chorus of boo�s]

Rick: That joke is no Darrel Besolve, he must be at least 400lbs! I know this joke, it�s Fat Thuck from the UK indy scene I believe �

[The large fat man almost falls through the ring ropes into the ring.]

Eddie: Are you sure?

Rick: Shut up Eddie, this isn�t even funny.

Eddie: Hey. I love Besolve and all... but this is humor.

Rick: No it�s just dam annoying.

[Majik stands back almost as if he is scared of him.]

Majik: Listen Barrel, I know what you�ve done in this sport and all that, winning the Olympics and all �

[Snorts, Barrel Resolve laughs, you can see his fat roll.]

Majik: Hey I�m not lying it�s on your website � Mr. Golden Gloves

[Scoffs.]

Majik: Or should that be Mr.Ultimate Fighter �

[Indifference from the crowd.]

Majik: But whatever Mr.Resolve your one heck of an athlete I can tell just by looking at you �

[Barrel �hulks-up�, flab flys everywhere.]

Majik: So I�m asking you to take it easy on me tonight, okay?

Rick: Please stop this.

[Barrel Resolve steps up.]

Resolve: Listen I�m a bad nasty man who breaks people�s legs with baseball bats if Uncle Vince tells me to. I also just love taking ludicrously weapon shots, just ask Adam Knight to lend you a copy of NWA Wrestle Classic�s. I will destroy you because I am stronger than you and because I am the �Future of Professional Wrestling�!

[Barrel pounds his fist against his flabby pecks.]

Majik: Alright, now take it easy, I�m not exactly sure of when your version of the future actually is, or was, but let�s get this started okay.

[The bell rings, Majik circles Barrel Resolve]

Rick: I can't believe Fierce and Levin are allowing this.

[Majik locks up but Resolves strength seems too much as he over-powers him and pushes him off into the ropes knocking him on his ass on his return with a shoulder block.]

Rick: This is a joke � Majik isn�t even trying.

[Barrel picks him up and lands a clumsy looking German-Suplex which Majik helped him with by jumping with it. Barrel keeps ahold and Majik jumps with it again for a second shoddy German Suplex. Barrel covers but Majik quickly kicks out on the count of 1.]

Eddie: This is a great match, five star maybe.

Rick: Whatever.

[Sloppy head-butt from Resolve sends Majik down. Resolve trys to latch on some sort of Texas Clotherleaf on Majik but can�t seem to apply it right until Majik feeds him his foot.]

Eddie: THE DEAL BREAKER! THIS IS OVER! MAJIK WILL TAPP!

Rick: Yea�

[Majik pretends to be in pain before reaching for the bottom rope. Resolve keeps the hold on shouting �I�m a mean moody bastard� before eventually releasing it. Majik jumps straight up to his feet and throws a slow left which actually connects with Resolve. Majik shakes his head and swings another slow left which is ducked this time by Resolve who grabs Majik and hoists him into the air after three attempts to do so � ]

Eddie: THIS MUST BE IT � IT�S THE LIGHT OF JUDGEMENT!!!

[Resolve lands an embarrassing bad Brainbuster DDT and covers Majik. But AMAZINGLY, believe it or not, Majik kicked right out on the count of one.]

Eddie: Unbelievable! I�m not sure if anybody�s kicked out of that move before! Majik is super-human!

[Majik jumps to his feet and �psyche�s Resolve out before kicking him in the gut and before grabbing his neck and turning him inside out before landing a vicious inverted neck-breaker.]

Rick: Go on. Call it Eddie.

Eddie: Bad Karma. Majik just landed the Bad Karma on Barrel Resolve, he covers 1-2-NO! Majik pulls his head up. Wait.

[Laughs.]

Eddie: He�s applying a wristlock, this is The Thrush, the most irritating yet deadly finisher in the entire NWA.

Rick: Ugh.

[Barrel Resolve immediately taps out with his spare flabby hand.]

Eddie: Majik wins, Majik wins, and by submission too!

[Majik collapses to the mat as if he has just won the NWA World Heavyweight Title.]

[�Ironman� by Black Sabbath plays.]

Rick: Wiat a minute...

[The real Darrel Besolve marches down to ringside, you can almost see the fear in Majik�s eyes.]

Eddie: YES!! DARREL'S HERE!

[Besolve strides into the ring and Majik pushes Barrel Resolve into his path, but Darrel grabs him by the throat before punching him in the stomach and then lifting him high into the air ..]

Rick: Light of Judgement! For real this time folks!

[Majik remains rooted to the spot as Besolve approaches him, the crowd still don�t know quite what to make of all of this. Majik out-stretches his arm as if to offer a hand-shake but Besolve kicks him in the stomach before landing a thunderous DDT. Besolve stands above Majik and stomps down on him before picking him up and pressing him into the air, tossing him to the other side of the ring.]

Eddie: This is a sweet segment.

[Majik wobbles to his feet and is met with a decapitating lariot. Flat on his back, his eye�s glazed over, Besolve lifts him up almost without effort and lands The Light of Judgement!]

Rick: Yes, at least Majik is quiet when he�s out cold and I like it that way!

[Besolve circles the ring like a predator ready for the kill, seemingly ready to finish the job with a second Light of Judgement, but this time the somewhat groggy but at least vertical Barrel Resolve pulls him out of the ring to the outside.]

Eddie: Saved by the fat man. I suggest you run now... run for your lives.

[Majik and Barrel Resolve stagger as fast as they can up the ramp as Besolve stares them down from the ring. Majik turns and flips Besolve off as they leave stage. ]

Eddie: Yeah that showed him ... heh.

[Darrel Besolve, "The Future", stands in the ring, pissed the hell off, as we go to a break.]

Eddie: Something tells me Jeckel will end up paying for this...

Rick: OK fans, we are set for a huge matchup! Evan Hurley and Extreme Champ, Mike Barcode are set to do battle. These guys are bitter enemies, folks.

Eddie: Unfortunately, with the hero, Steve Riggs, in a coma and the Triad running around backstage, the odds are favoring the "Everyday" idiot, Evan Hurley.

Rick: To the ring!

[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: Loopy bastard.

Eddie: That's why I love him.

[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: I am betting on blood, Eddie.

Eddie: Seriously? How much and with who?

Rick: Not literally...

[Hurley slides in the ring, and Barcode exits. Hurley stares him down, then climbs on the turnbuckle. He drops offs, and Barcode reenters. This this is ready to go.]

DING DING DING!

Rick: And here we go.. both men exchanging fierce blows! These guys hate each other very, very much!

Eddie: Barcode is stronger! He's got the power of the Extreme championship, and he's gaining the upper hand...

Rick: He whips Evan... no! It's reversed! Hurley comes back... Lou Thesz press!

(The fans erupt as Hurley feeds those punches to his opponent. Right after right after right. Finally, the ref forces him off. Evan raises his arms in the air and receives a massive ovation. Barcode pulls himself up, and a psychotic smile emerges.)

Rick: I don't understand wrestlers. I really don't. Not this one, anyway.

(Hurley walks up to Barcode. Barcode asks for a test of stregth.)

Eddie: He wants to lock up in the ever-entertaining merci battle!

Rick: What that sarcastic?

Eddie: I don't think so, no.

Rick: Oh.. ok. But, Evan doesn't trust him... I don't think. Don't trust him, Evan!

(Evan ignores the crowd and locks up with one hand. Barcode asks for a second arm, but Hurley pulls him into a kick, then drops the Extreme champs head off his knee. Hurley throws Barcode down with a hiptoss. Evan gets up to his feet. Barcode rolls around briefly, until he is kicked in the face.)

Eddie: F'N OUCH!!

(Barcode holds his face and rolls to the floor.)

Rick: That was a kick, my friends.

(Evan screams at Barcode to get back in the ring. Barcode gets up and hops on the apron, still holding his cheek. Hurley comes in, but Barcode is able to dive his shoulder into Evan's stomach through the ropes. Barcode then leaps over him, and tries to roll him up.)

Rick: Sunset flip into a pin... NO! Evan sits down! He's got the cover!

(ONE!)

Eddie: Hurley's holding the ropes!!!

(TWO!)

Eddie: THE F(BEEP)ING CHEATER!!!

(Kickout!)

Rick: Man! Hurley almost stole that one.

Eddie: Stole is right! I didn't think he'd stoop that low.

(Both men are back up. Hurley with a right hand, and a toss into the ropes. He drops for a back-body, but Barcode rolls over his back. Barcode sweeps around, but Evan hops over the leg. Evan grabs Barcode's head and snaps him over into a seated position. Hurley bounces off the ropes for momentum and dives in the air with a dropick. But Barcode moves and Evan misses. Both men again return up. They are at a standstill. Both men establishing a strategy.)

Rick: Hurley and Barcode are no strangers to each other, both coming have Alaskan roots. These two have fought countless times.

Eddie: C'mon, Barcode! Inflict some JOYS!

(Barcode approaches Hurley. Then, he spits in his face. The crowd "oohs".)

Rick: You don't do that to Evan Hurley!

(Hurley charges Barcode, but the Extreme champ ducks. He drops Hurley, pulling his head down on the mat. Barcode stomps on Hurley furiously. Evan fights back up, but receives a headbutt, knocking him way back into the corner. Barcode charges and dives shoulder-first into Evan's stomach. He grabs Evan's head and nails a snap suplex.)

Rick: Barcode's going up top now!

Eddie: YES!

(He has reached the top rope. But Evan has gotten back to his feet. He grabs Barcode and tosses him to the floor.)

Rick: Oh man! That backfired.

Eddie: Shit!

(Hurley rolls out of the ring to the floor. He pulls Barcode up. Evan grabs his skull and tries to ram him head-first against the guard-rail. But Barcode blocks, then a mule-kick turns the tides.)

Eddie: Woo! I love seeing men get kicked in the balls! Especially if it's Evan Hurley.

Rick: You dirty white-haird bastard.

(Barcode grabs Evan's head, and smacks it off the top of the railing. He pulls the head back, and Barcode smacks it off the top once again. Then, he rolls Hurley in the ring.)

Eddie: Evan's bloody! YES!

(Barcode pulls Evan up, who is bleeding from under his eye. He throws Hurley in the ropes. Evan comes back and is hit with a picture-perfect dropkick. Back up, Barcode sets up with a double-underhook. He hoists Evan in the air and drops him shoulder-first onto his knee. But Barcode keeps a firm grim around Evan. He lifts Hurley in the air, and powerbombs him down.)

Rick: What a powerbomb! Barcode in firm control right now.

Eddie: Evan Hurley gets his ass kicked Everyday. HA!

Rick: That was dumb.

Eddie: You're dumb! I hate you.

Rick: No you're dumb... WAIT! A cover!

(Barcode with the lateral press. ONE . . . . . . . . TWO . . . . shoulder up.)

Rick: You ain't gonna beat Evan Hurley with a lateral press, Mike.

(Barcode pulls Hurley back up. Hurley tries to fight to gain the advantage, but a thumb to the eye prevents that.)

Rick: Damn, I hate our refs! DQ THE BASTARD!

(Barcode laughs and grabs Evan by the hair. But, Hurley drops down and hits him with an uppercut to the groin.)

Eddie: AH!

Rick: Way to go, Evan! Make up for the lousy officiating.

(Hurley grabs Barcode's head and bulldogs him down. The crowd pops. Barcode is back up. Evan whips him in the corner. He charges and splashes on Barcode. The Extreme champ stumbles out and falls victim to a belly-to-belly suplex.)

Rick: Beautiful suplex from Hurley.. and he's pointing up top. I think we're gonna see the violent act!

(Hurley begins climbing.)

Eddie: Ah hell.

(He waits while Barcode gets up to his feet. When he's up, with his back turned, Hurley lauches off.)

Rick: HERE HE COMES . . .

(But Barcode is able to move enough, and Evan lands on his feet.)

Eddie: Yes! He missed!

(Hurley turns around and is kicked in the gut. Barcode grabs his head.)

Rick: HE'S GOING FOR THE ARMAGGEDON!!!

(But Hurley shoves him off. Barcode bounces off the ropes and charges Hurley. But, a double-clothesline takes both men down.)

Eddie: Evan misses with his finisher... then Barcode misses with his... and now both guys are rolling on the ground.

Rick: This is anyone's ballgame, folks, and... Wait... what's this?

(A man in a white mask comes from the audience. He enters the ring.)

Eddie: Who the (beep) is this??

(He pulls Evan up, and a Craddle-DDT knocks him down.)

Rick: He just layed out Evan Hurley! He can't do that! This is an official match!

(The crowd is booing. The ref is trying to plead with this man. Instead, he rolls out of the ring and grabs the chair. The ref can do nothing but call the match.)

DING DING DING

Eddie: I don't know who this guy is... but if he's taking out Hurley, I don't care!

(The masked man stands with the chair, ready to fire on his enemy. Then, he finally does.)

WHACK!

(Mike Barcode goes down.)

Eddie: What the hell???

Rick: He just laid out Mike Barcode!!! Who is this guy???

(The masked man lays in several chair shots on Mike Barcode. The Extreme champ flinches in pain after each one.)

Eddie: GET HURLEY! HE'S THE ONE THAT SUCKS!!!

Rick: Security is coming out... I don't think anyone knows who this is! I don't think he's not a member of the IWA!

(The intruder sees the security. He takes one final shot on the back of Mike Barcode, throws the chair down and escapes through the crowd.)

Rick: This is insane.

(We cut to break with the security chasing the man through the audience. The crowd is in a frenzy.)

Rick: Welcome back. We're live for RUSH.

(Cut backstage, we see the Masked Man hurrying inside a waiting white Ford Focus. The car burns rubber, speeding off. Just as it does, we see a couple of security guys slow to a stop. They shake their heads, and we return to the commentators' table.)

Rick: Well, I don't know what to say. That man comes in, attacks Hurley, grabs a chair... then beats the piss out of Mike Barcode! Security comes out and he bails in a waiting car.

Eddie: This sucks! I hate this shit! Why didn't he kill Evan Hurley instead???

(A quick cut backstage and we see Evan Hurley running to his car.)

Hurley: Interfere in my match, will ya? F(beep)er!

(Hurley hops in and squeals off in a chase. We cut back to Rick and Eddie._

Eddie: Well... OK.

Rick: Does he expect to find him... I mean..

(Rick is abruptly cut off as we cut, again, to the same area. This time, Mike Barcode is staggering around. He's laughing maniacally as he pulls himself to his vehicle.)

Barcode: Time to spread the JOYS OF INSANITY to that masked bastard...

(He gets in his car, screaming before he takes.)

Barcode: FEEL THE JOYS!!!

(Cut back to Rick and Eddie.)

Eddie: Are we done yet? Does Super Shoink want to chase that guy too? I mean, seriously...

Rick: Both Evan Hurley and Mike Barcode have left the arena, folks, in chase of a masked man. This is weird stuff.

Eddie: Shouldn't we get to a match now?

Rick: Indeed we should. Cruiserweight tournament action! Jimmy O'Shields, the RW champ, versus indy sensation, Simon Jones.

Eddie: This might be the first time I welcome this shit.

Rick: We've gotten word, folks, that the Tournament finals will take place on June 26, at Summer Sizzler 2002! There, the next IWA Cruiserweight champion will be crowned!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rick: Jones looks good.

Eddie: I didnt know you was like that.

Rick: Well... I meant... uh... I meant that (Eddy interrupts)

Eddie: Uh.... uh.... shut up.

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

Rick: You know Eddie, O'Shields is the RW cruiserweight champion.

Eddie He's also the favorite.

Rick: Though Eddie, you got to remember that Jones defeated Steve Riggs in the first round (with help), so this is by far anyones match.

Eddie: Jones is from the american indy scene and well he is defintley a star ready to break out. Hes a great prospect for the future. And also, Jones is just kewl!

Rick: Very impressive Eddie. Also let me buff Jones up one more time by saying that Jones is the underdog in this tournament, and you got to believe he is trying to turn heads and make it into what we call the "big time."

DING DING DING!

Eddie: We really should pay attention the match cause the bell has just rung.

Jones and O'Shields are circling eachother, very smoothly and very slow. Jones and O'Shields grapple. Jones takes control and puts O'Shields in a headlock. Jones tightens it but O'Shields counters by throwing Jones into the ropes. Jones bounces off the ropes and runs into O'Shields and O'Shields hits the mat and rolls over as Jones runs and jumps over O'Shields, Jones bounces off the ropes and O'Shields gets up but Jumps over Jones and Jones bounces off the ropes. O'Shields hit the ground when he jumped and he has his feet in the air. Jones goes to do a flip onto O'Shields but O'Shields uses his feet and springboards Jones over and Jones hits hard onto the ropes. O'Shields jumps and he bounces off the rope and comes right down onto Jones back and Jones falls off the ropes and hits the mat hard. Jimmy O'Shields picks Simon Jones up off the mat and scoop slam. O'Shields picks Jones off the mat again and puts him on his shoulder. O'Shields circles around a few times and slams Jones down onto the mat. Jones lets out a loud grunt throughout the arena as O'Shields is trying to think of what he will do next.

Eddie: Go up to the rope idiot!

O'Shields starts climbing to the top rope.

Rick: He must of heard you Eddy.

O'Shields stumbles a bit but gets up there.

Rick: Moonsault by Jimmy O'Shields!!!

Eddie: Ouch! Jones moved out of the way and O'Shields came down hard, very hard.

O'Shields grunts out in pain and he is trying to get up, he is using his hands to get up. His hand is clinced onto the second rope, which brings O'Shields up a bit.

Rick: Watch out!

Out of nowhere Jones lands right onto O'Shields. It sends both O'Shields and Jones out of the ring. They both lay outside trying to recover. Jones is trying to recover, and O'Shields is not even moving after that manuever. Jones finally gets up and rolls O'Shields into the ring. Jones rushes to the ropes and comes off with a Cross Body Block...But gets caught in mid-air by Simon Jones and thrown backwards into a Fallaway Slam! O'Shields quickly takes advantage, tossing Jones with an Irish Whip into the turnbuckle, then charging in after him only to be met by the soles of his boots! Jones speeds up to the second turnbuckle, then quickly leaps off stealthily as O'Shields turns back to him, gripping his head in mid-air for a devastating Tornado DDT! He covers...1...2...And O'Shields kicks out!

Rick: O'Shields almost felt the cutting agony of falling short..

Eddie: Nice play on words, Rick, have you ever thought about becoming a stand-up comic?

Rick: I tried it, but no mere comedy club could afford my skills on the microphone..

Eddie: Oh yes, and that incessant yelling about your Boca truly constituted incredible merit as an announcer..I swear, if you hadn't been so inexplicably popular, you'd be out of a job by now.

He pulls up O'Shields, then quickly leaps upon him, straddling his head as he attempts to go for a Huricanrana...But O'Shields quickly grabs the tights of Jones, preventing him as he quickly thrusts his head forward, hitting him in the groin with his chin in an accidental-appearing cheap shot, then flipping off the crowd quickly to show a lack of remorse and incite, then quickly rushing forward and Powerbombing him to the mat, though somewhat slantedly so that Jones hits the mat less on his back and more so on his head and shoulders..He covers..1..2...And somehow, someway, Jones gets his foot propped up and onto the bottom rope, as the referee is about to count 3 and stops as he views it, informing O'Shields of the problem...Frustrated, he grabs Jones and pulls him out to the center of the ring again, before making another pin, holding the tights for a measure of certainty...1...2....And Jones squeaks the shoulder up now, though O'Shields gets up, thinking he's won with this pin, until the ref spins him around and informs him that he's only gotten a 2 count.

Eddie: What sort of idiot can't make a successful pin while grabbing the tights?

Rick: The same sort of idiot who just almost killed Jones! Jones, makes sense enough..

Eddie: Why's that?

Rick: Because he Sucks a Lot, Really!

Eddie: Allow me to introduce you to a feeling that you've been missing for a long while, Rick.

BIGGETH SMACKETH~!

He immediately gets in the ref's face, yelling at him before the ref threatens a disqualification, getting him to back off slightly..But as he sees Jones finally starting to get up and hears the crowd's cheers growing louder, he forgets what happened mere seconds ago, only feeling the rage against both his opponent, the cheering, happy fans, and the count that felt so slow in his own mind...He charges the referee, and spears his legs out from beneath him, sending him helplessly to the canvas..He then turns to receive a sudden Mandible Claw from Jones, putting him into a similar position....He struggles severely, but as he fades, he suddenly thinks to bite the hand...However, since the mandible necessary is being clawed, he struggles to attempt the bite, and just as it looks like he's going to fade out....He kicks Jones in the groin, forcing the hold to weaken enough from pain that he can shoot up his lower jaw to bite the hand, as the referee is still drifting towards consciousness...

Rick: Switchblade barely stayed in it..

Eddie: Last Sunday he was eating my..

Rick: WE CAN'T SLANDER!

Eddie: I was just going to say my sledgehammer..

Rick: Oh..All right, then, let's all laugh at his misfortune!

O'Shields is able to get up when Jones lets go in pain. O'Shields jumps with great height to the top rope and MOONSAULT! O'Shields covers Jones.

1 . . . 2 . .

Jones gets a shoulder up.

Eddie: Nooooo, Jones gets the shoulder up in a nick of time.

O'Shields gets right back up and drops an elbow over Jones chest and immediately covers for the pin.....Jones kicks out.

Rick: Strike two there O'Shields.

Eddie: O'Shields again with a quick cover but Jones kicks out. Rick would you agree that he is really wanting this pin?

Rick: Without a doubt, this youngster really wants this win bad, however, he is allowing himself to get frustrated…

Eddie: And we all know that when you get frustrated, you lose your focus and start making mental mistakes. The key will be how he deals with it. He’s gonna choke, just watch.

O'Shields stands up and grabs Jones by his hair, lifts him up and hits a brainbuster onto the mat. He then picks up Jones yet again, and places his head under his arm, he then plays to the cheering crowd.

Rick: Oh this doesn’t look good for Simon Jones.

Eddie: (covering his eyes) hold me!

Rick: Get off me (followed by sounds of a struggle)

O'Shields continues to play to the crowd, then he slaps the back of Simon Jones and delivers a vicious looking DDT. Jones head smashes into the ring and his body bounces up like a rubber ball, landing limp on the ground. O'Shields, refusing to make the cover, runs to the opposite side of the ring, bounces off the ropes and comes back delivering a running leg drop, he then reaches over and grabs Jones leg for the pin. The ref drops for the count.

1 . . .

Rick: There is no way anyone could get up from that.

2 . . .

Eddie: Get up, get up!

3 . . .!!!!!!

NOOOOO Jones gets a shoulder up.

Rick: NOOOOOOO!

Eddie: YESSSSSS!

The referee gets up waiving the pin off, pointing down to where Jones got his shoulder up in time.

Rick: How the f . . .

Eddie: Simon Jones with a miracle break of the pin.

Rick: Strike three Jimmy!

Jimmy O'Shields gets up and is absolutely beside himself. He walks over to the ref and begins to complain about the speed of the count. The referee continues to argue back saying that Jones shoulder was up. All the while, Jones slowly begins to move; he gets to a sitting position and begins to shake his head, knocking all the cobwebs out. He looks over to where the ref and O'Shields is arguing and slowly rises to one knee. O'Shields, seeing now that he is getting nowhere arguing with the ref, turns around to see where Jones is, but to his surprise he is met with and open ridge hand across his throat. He staggers back, holding his throat with both hands as he leans on the ropes.

Eddie: Told you O'Shields would choke.

Rick: That'll leave a mark

Eddie: Simon Jones has just hit Jimmy O'Shields throat with a martial arts style, ridge hand strike and O'Shields is in serious trouble here if he can't recover.

Jones, sensing he has the advantage now, walks over to the ropes and jumps towards O'Shields, hitting him in the back of the head with a 360-roundhouse kick. O'Shields is knocked over the ropes and comes crashing down to the arena floor. Jones, quickly climbs the turnbuckle, amidst a chorus and boos and leaps off, hitting a hurracanrana down to the floor below.

Crowd: SCHOOLED!!! SCHOOLED!!! SCHOOLED!!!

Rick: That may have done Jones more damage than good.

Both men lay motionless on the arena floor as the ref begins to make the count.

1 ......
2 ......
3 ......
4 ......

Jones slowly begins to move...

5 ......

6 ......

O'Shields begins to show signs of life...

7 ......

Simon Jones is up on one knee ....

8 ......

Jimmy O'Shields still not making any attempts to get up as Simon Jones is now standing...

9 ......

Rick: This is going to be close!

Jones quickly slides into the ring, breaking the ref's count.

Eddie: Now finish him!

Jones just barely sliding into the ring breaking the count. Jones then slides back out and picks up O'Shields and throws him back inside the ring. Jones follows him in. They both now are slowly trying to stand up straight as pain shoots through their bodies. O'Shields recovers first and charges at Jones, clotheslining him to the mat. He leans over and picks him up and raises Jones above his shoulders to the cheers of the crowd when suddenly the lights go out.

Rick: What the heck is going on here?

Rick: PAY YOUR ELECTRIC BILLS!!

Eddie: I'm scared hold me again

Rick: TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON!!!

(Suddenly the lights come back on)

Our picture comes back now the lights are back on and Jones is laid out flat on the ground. But O'Shields is at the top rope.

Rick: What is wrong with this idiot?

Eddie: PIN HIM! PIN HIM! I'll do one better O'Shields, come over here and I'll show you how to pin!

O'Shields comes off with a huge splash

Eddie: Now it is officaly over!

O'Shields going back up to the top rope

Eddie: What?

Rick: He's going back to the top rope

Eddie: What?

O'Shields comes off with another huge splash!

Eddie: NOW PIN HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rick: Fans you just dont know what you are missing! If you could stare at Eddie's face and then look down at his pants, you know what I be saying!

Eddie gets up and slides in the ring. He walks over to O'Shields.

Eddie: Get off the top rope and pin him! You got this match won!

O'Shields: I want to do the WISHING WELL!

Eddie: But you cant! That is Shawn Hathaway's move

O'Shields: But I want to

Eddie: But you cant

O'Shields: Yes I can!

Eddie: No you cant

O'Shields: Yes I can...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eddie: I give up!

Eddie walks back to his announcing position and sits down.

Rick: He want's to do the wishing well?

Eddie: Apparently so.

O'Shields slips and hits the rope. Eddie yells

Eddie: I told you that you couldint!!!!!

O'Shields very slowly recovers and he wabbles but makes it to his feet. He comes flying off the top rope, and instead of doing the Wishing Well, he does a huge leg drop! Jimmy O'Shields covers Simon Jones.

1..

2..

3..!!!

Eddie: Yes, Yes! He won it!

Rick: Now you can change pants!

Eddie: That's music to my ears!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(They start clearing the ring as O'Shields walks out and they carry Jones out)

Rick: Welcome ba...

Eddie: SHHH!!

Rick: What?

Eddie: Backstage! (The camera switches inside a public restroom at the arena. It�s empty, save for one man, �The Tiger� Adam Burke.)

Rick: Nevermind. It's just Burke. Hmmph.

(The crowd pops at NeWA Cruiserweight Champion appears on screen. Burke is standing in front of a sink, trying to clean out the Dr. Pepper stains in his shirt.)

Burke: Oh man, why does this stuff always happen to me? Lousy�scary�Goth losers�always trying to be all big and�stuff�

(Burke keeps mumbling to himself as a large man sneaks up next to him. The crowd goes into a frenzy of boos as his face becomes visible, the IWA Champion, Darrel Besolve.)

Eddie: Besolve. Yes!

(Burke�s angry mumbling ceases as Besolve sends one swift kick straight into the Cruiserweight champion�s stomach. Burke crashes down to the floor, barely keeping one hand hanging on to sink when Darrel kicks Burke across the face, sending him falling completely on the floor. Besolve then rushes over, lift�s Burke head by the hair and starts talking.)

Besolve: Look Burke, I�m sick and tired of this thing between us. And I�m going to let you end it. You had better make damn sure you don't do anything stupid tonight, or I promise I will make your life a living hell. You don�t want me to make you my enemy do you?

(Adam whimpers.)

Besolve: Great, it�s all up to you, don�t pull any shit, and this can be all over.

(Darrel drops Adam�s head on the floor and walks out, taking one last kick into Burke�s ribs as he leaves.)

(Back to ringside.)

Rick: First Jeckel, and now Darrel Besolve.

Eddie: If I was Adam Burke, I would run, far, far away.

Rick: He won't do that. I hope.

Rick: Ladies and gentlemen... we're back! No more commercial breaks... cuz...

Eddie: Oh no.

Rick: It's time...

Eddie: Rick...

Rick: It's time...

Eddie: Please don't...

Rick: IT'S MAIN EVENT TIME!!!

Eddie: Gazooks!

(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 on the entrance ramp. He is by himself, and looking a little nervous.)

Rick: He's here alright!

Eddie: But Jeckel and Besolve have him scared as hell.

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

(Burke enters the ring. He is wearing a ref shirt, of course. He waits.)

Rick: The rules of this match are simple. Tables stacked all around ringside, as you can plainly see. The winner must pin, submit, or knockout his opponent. You ain't gonna win an IWA title match by simply putting a man through a table. It just doesn't work that way.

Eddie: I like tables.

Rick: Yes, you do, Eddie. JECKEL ENTRANCE!

#I Am Ironman

(The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos in anticipation for the IWA�s top superstar.)

Eddie: What is wrong with these fans? The best wrestler in the alliance is about to make his entrance, in the federation he is champion in, and he is getting booed?

Rick: You know exactly why he is getting booed. He has gone WAY beyond the line lately. Even you were sickened by the attack on Mike Bell last week.

(Darrel Besolve appears from behind the curtains. At the top of the entrance ramp, silver and gold laser lights spray around the arena. He is clad in his trademark black robe with white sequins. They gather in the back to spell out THE FUTURE. The IWA Heavyweight Championship belt is strapped over the robe, around his waist. He marches to the ring with a look of intensity etched into his face.)

Eddie: Like him or not, the champion looks more than ready tonight.

Rick: he is going to need it against one of the hottest new comers the IWA has seen in ages. Jeckel is off the charts sometimes.

Eddie: I agree, but this is Darrel friggin Besolve we are talking about.

(Ignoring the tremendous hatred being displayed for him by the Canadian Crowd, The Boy Wonder examines the sets of tables, covering every inch of the three other sides of the ring. Then, Darrel steps through the second and third ropes. Unhooking the IWA Championship belt from around his waist, he folds it and hands it to the referee�Adam Burke. Darrel undoes his robe, as Adam stares at him fearfully. Burke hoists up the IWA Gold, never taking his eyes off the competitors.)

Rick: The most prized piece of hardware in Canada.

(Under the robe the champion is massive. His frame is pure muscle. The definition in his legs is apparent even under the thick, black wrestling tights. Shooting down the leg of the tights is white lettering spelling out THE FUTURE. Darrel grabs the top rope and pulls to stretch his shoulder. This is the first time he has wrestled bare of padding. There is a jagged, thin scar across his chest from that faithful night in the OWC.)

Eddie: You really have to give him credit, even though he has done some questionable things lately; Besolve has overcome a ton of tragedy lately and remained on top of his games. A lesser man would have crumbled long ago.

Rick: That is true, but you can�t let you struggles in life get the best of you. Besolve has and it has changed him for the worse.

(Jeckel, the IWA International champion, stares at Darrel Besolve, watching his every move. Not a single moment does he take his devilish eyes off of him.)

DING DING DING

(Besolve strikes Jeckel with a powerful right. The big International champion reels.)

Rick: What a strike to start this match off.

(Jeckel comes back with a big headbutt, and Besolve reels this time. Jeckel with an Irish whip. Besolve bounces off the ropes and powers through Jeckel with a clothesline.)

Eddie: Damn. You don't see Jeckel being overpowered very often.

Rick: That's certainly true.

(Jeckel climbs to his feet immediately. Besolve with a series of punches, backing the big man in the corner. Jeckel is trapped and Darrel begins feeding him golden gloved shots.)

Rick: Look at those! Jeckel is absorbing every shot.

(Finished, Darrel moves on, whipping Jeckel into the opposing turnbuckles. He charges and plows Jeckel in the corner. The IWA Champion grabs Jeckel and plants him down with an reverse-DDT.)

Eddie: Jeckel is being taught a wrestling lesson by the "The Future" of the business, and the greatest wrestler alive.

(Darrel makes the cover with a self-indulged smile. Burke makes the count.)

. . . . . ONE
. . kickout!

(Jeckel powers out of the cover, leaving Besolve startled.)

Rick: Jeckel kicks out quickly after that series of major attacks.

Eddie: Both these men are monsters, Rick.

(Besolve climbs to his feet, and Jeckel follows. Besolve with a punch to the back of the head. Jeckel rises his head, but is nailed again, and he keels over. Besolve hooks his leg over the back of Jeckel's leg, and drops him head-first on the mat.)

Rick: Devastating move!

(Another cover and Burke hurries into position.)

Rick: One . . . Tw--kickout! Before two. Again.

Eddie: Burke's counting slow!

Rick: No he's not.

(Darrel is smiling, shaking his head. He returns to his feet as is about to grab Jeckel and pull him up. But The Phoenix, is already up.)

Eddie: Scarrr-y!

(Darrel pounds a right. He bounces off the ropes and hits Jeckel with a shoulder-block. Neither man budge. Darrel grabs Jeckel, trying to scoop him up. But Jeckel will have none of it. Darrel fires forearms to the skull of the sturdy Jeckel. Then, another attempt, but it is again blocked. Then, Darrel drops to his knees and hits Jeckel in a place even he can't endure.)

Rick: Vicious low-blow!

(Burke is right in there, warning Besolve. Darrel, in turn is about to backhand the guest ref, and Burke backs away fearfully.)

Eddie: What a coward.

Rick: Can you blame him?

Eddie: No, I guess not, really.

Rick: Then leave him alone.

Eddie: ...coward.

(Besolve scoops Jeckel up and tosses him over his head with a fallaway slam. Wasting no time, Darrel kicks away at Jeckel. The Int'l champ climbs back up and is greeted with a merciless uppercut. The impact knocks Jeckel backwards, but not down. Darrel grabs Jeckel in a front chancery, powers him in the air, and drapes his body over the top rope. Jeckel is hanging.)

Rick: The champ is preparing something here... and I'm not sure I like it.

(Darrel backs off. He smiles and takes a run at his opponent, and pumps his knee into Jeckel's face, knocking him backwards, over the ropes. Jeckel crashes through a table, and the crowd comes alive.)

Rick: JECKEL JUST WENT THROUGH A TABLE!!

(The crowd is going berzerk. Darrel just stands in the ring, breathing heavily, and staring down at Jeckel. He chuckles, then exits the ring. Through the wreckage he brings Jeckel up and rolls him in the ring.)

Eddie: This will be the shortest tables match in history!

(Besolve enters the ring, and covers. Adam Burke doesn't want to piss off Darrel, and decides to hurry into position.)

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

ONE!

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

KICKOUT!

Eddie: WHAT IN HELL!?!?!?

Rick: JECKEL KICKED OUT AFTER ONE!!!

(The arena is stunned. Besolve isn't an exception. Neither is Burke. Both just stare at Jeckel in awe. Darrel is grinding his teeth now. He pulls Jeckel up, as violent as possible, and tosses him into the corner. Darrel releases a fierce punch, screaming as he does. A second shot, produces a louder scream from the sender. And then a third.)

Eddie: Any one of those shots would knock you out, Rick!

Rick: There's no doubt there.

(Besolve grabs Jeckel for an Irish whip, but The Phoenix lunges at Darrel and bites his face.)

Rick: Jesus, man.

(Besolve shoves him away in a rage. He whips his cheek, which has shown a trace of blood. Darrel turns around, his eyes filled with fire, but Jeckel spears him down.)

Eddie: Jeckel just knocked the wind out of our Champion. Just like that, he's back.

(Jeckel drives his forearm across Darrel's neck, choking him. Adam Burke comes in and tries to pry Jeckel off. But, The Phoenix simply shoves the Cruiserweight champ across the ring.)

Rick: That isn't any ref, Jeckel! That's Adam Burke!

(Burke comes back for revenge, but Jeckel stands his ground. Burke wisely backs off before doing anything stupid.)

Burke: Watch it, or you're getting DQed, buddy!

(Jeckel simply smiles. Darrel Besolve has returned to his feet. Besolve fires with a right, but it's ducked. Jeckel counters with a headbutt, knocking Darrel back a few feet. He grabs Besolve and nails a snap suplex.)

Rick: Besolve and Jeckel are both big guys. But, I might have to give Jeckel the notch in the power collumn.

Eddie: Wow. I don't even know.

(Besolve emerges back to his feet. Jeckel locks on a double-underhook, and lifts him in the air. Jeckel holds the champion up briefly, before dropping him on his back.)

Rick: What a show of strength there...

(Jeckel gives Burke an intimitading glare before aiding Darrel back to his feet. Jeckel nails an inverted atomic drop. He grabs Jeckel in a set-up for a T-bone, and pulls him into a series of big headbutts. Jeckel releases Darrel. The Future is standing, but barely.)

Rick: I don�t believe how bad Jeckel has the champion reeling.

Eddie: I know, this is insane. Wake up, Darrel!

(Besolve, on Dream Street, stumbles backward after another huge punch to the head. However, as his back hits the ring ropes, he seems to wake up; getting a quick second wind. He launches himself off the ropes and into Jeckel�s rib cage. Goring his head into Jeckel�s chest, The Future throws vicious hooks to the body.)

Eddie: YES! The champ is coming back.

Rick: Where does he get his seemingly endless reserve? One has to wonder because he always seems to have something left in the tank.

(The rib assault is taking its toll, driving the giant backward and into the corner. In a predicament against the turnbuckles; Jeckel has no where to go and no way to dodge. Besolve begins to unload with every type of punch in the book. Jabs, hooks, crosses, uppercuts: he is going off.)

Eddie: GOOD GAWD MAN!

Rick: Besolve is opening a whole case of whip ass on Jeckel right now.

(Finally Jeckel collapses deeper into the corner, but Darrel just changes from punches to kicks; remaining on the offensive. Boots begin raining into Jeckel�s face, through his arms as he tries to guard. Darrel Besolve is completely unrelenting.)

Rick: Where the heck is Burke?

Eddie: Scared, probably. Perhaps hidden in his fort or something.

(They spoke too soon. As Darrel continues to kick the crap out of Jeckel, Adam has seen enough. He pushes Darrel, stopping the onslaught.)

Darrel: You don�t want this, little man.

(Burke gains some courage.)

Adam: Just wrestle clean and I will call it clean.

Darrel: (Grabbing Jeckel) Fuck you. It is a tables match, you are just here to count.

Eddie: Is he gonna take that? What am I saying, of course he is. He's a coward. It's his nature.

Rick: Burke faces the IWA Heavyweight champion at Summmer Sizzler, so that means the winner of this match... you gotta wonder how that plays into this.

(Burke backs off, not wanting any trouble from "The Future". Darrel chuckles, and whips Jeckel across the ring. But, it's reversed as Jeckel pulls Darrel right into a rock bottom.)

Rick: What a counter! And for the first time in this match, both men have down.

(Burke begins counting. He sees Jeckel beginning to roll around. Burke checks him, and he is coming around. Burke checks Darrel. Besolve is coming around aswell, as he shoves Burke down. The crowd boos.)

Eddie: Ha!

Rick: C'mon, Darrel! He's doing his damn job!

(Anger is building inside "The Tiger" Adam Burke. He very much wants to strike down Besolve, but hasn't. The crowd is cheering him, trying to get him to.)

Rick: He wants to hit Darrel, you know he does, but something's holding him back. Be it good officiating, or cowardice, it's something.

(Darrel and Jeckel have returned up, and Burke backs away, much to the crowd's disliking. Jeckel ties up with Darrel, and the two begin fighting for position.)

Eddie: These guys seem equally powered right now.

Rick: But Darrel is powering him down! Besolve is overpowering Jeckel! But, here comes Jeckel, and he's gaining the momentum... But, no! Darrel kicks Jeckel's feet out from under him.

(Darrel drops his mass on Jeckel's body with a splash. He pulls The Phoenix back up and nails an Atomic knee breaker. Jeckel limps around and Darrel chop blocks him down. Jeckel returns to his feet and suffers the same fate. Darrel drags Jeckel to the corner now. He grabs Jeckel's leg and smacks it off the ringpost several times.)

Eddie: I know what Darrel's doing... slowing Jeckel down.

Rick: Indeed he is.

(Darrel pulls him to the center of the ring and applies the figure-four leglock.)

Rick: This has won many matches for many different wrestlers, Eddie!

Eddie: And Jeckel is showing a lot of pain in his expressions, right now! I'm not sure even he can withstand this.

(Darrel continues the maneuver. Burke drops down and asks Jeckel, which Jeckel does not answer.)

Eddie: I guess that's a 'no'.

(Darrel reaches the ropes and uses them for leverage behind Adam Burke's back.)

Rick: He's cheating again.

Eddie: Yup.

(Burke turns around and sees Darrel using the ropes.)

Burke: Let go, Besolve!

(He doesn't. Burke responds, kicking Darrel's arm away. Besolve releases the figure-four and climbs to his feet.)

Eddie: Big mistake, Burke.

(At first, Burke doesn't stand down, but as Darrel takes a step forward, the World Cruiserweight champ rolls out of the ring onto a table to safety. Besolve chuckles.)

Eddie: Damn him and his running.

(Besolve turns back around and grabs Jeckel, but The Phoenix rolls him up. Burke comes sliding in for the cover.)

ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!!

Eddie: Oh shit! That was a slow count!

Rick: It might have been, but it's Darrel's fault.

(Besolve hurries to his feet. He wants to strike Burke, but instead kicks Jeckel. Darrel pulls him up to his feet, and hits another Atomic knee breaker, and Jeckel is barely up, leaning against the ropes. Besolve takes a run at Jeckel.)

Eddie: Here comes the freight train!

(But Jeckel pulls Burke in his place. Darrel mistakenly powers through the much smaller Burke, sending both men over the ropes and crashing through a table.)

Rick: OH MY GOD! Jeckel just pulled Burke in his place, and as a result, both Besolve and Burke went through the wood!

Eddie: What a clever move.

Rick: I'll give him that much... but there's no ref anymore!

Eddie: Not for awhile.

(Jeckel stands alone in the ring as the crowd is in a frenzy. Suddenly, the frenzy turns into loud cheers.)

Rick: SUPER SHOINK! SUPER SHOINK IS COMING OUT!

(Shoink is sprinting down to the ring. He dives in the ring. Jeckel doesn't see him, but hears the crowd. He turns around and Shoink kicks him in the skull beautifully.)

Eddie: Damn this goofy son of a bitch!

(Shoink stomps away on Jeckel and the crowd is loving it. Shoink springboards off the ropes and lands a big dropkick on Jeckel, and he is down. The crowd still cheering loudly as Super Shoink mounts to the top rope.)

Eddie: I don't like where this is heading...

Rick: But I do!

(Shoink leaps off the top ropes . . . )

(But Jeckel catches him.)

Rick: Oh no.

Eddie: Oh yes.

(A moment later, Shoink is powerslammed down hard.)

Rick: Shoink and Jeckel meet next week for the International title, folks. This might be a sign of things to come.

(Jeckel mounts Shoink. He smiles as he's about to strike. But Burke rolls in the ring for the save.)

Rick: Adam Burke is coming in... oh no...

(But Besolve is back, and drops Burke with a German suplex. Darrel climbs on Burke's back and wrenches back on his head. Jeckel, meanwhile, has Shoink in the air. He locks in the Chicken-wing and slams him down with the Gates of Heaven, while Burke is forced to watch.)

Eddie: This is cool! The goofs are being f(beep)ed up!

(Besolve is enjoying making Burke watch, despite the match taking place. Jeckel grabs Shoink one more time in the chicken-wing. He carries him to the ropes.)

Rick: Oh, please don't...

(Besolve smiles as Jeckel lifts him up and sends Shoink crashing through a table with the Gates of Heaven.)

Eddie: WOOOOOO!!!

Rick: Shoink is broken! He is broken!

(Jeckel stares down at Super Shoink, laying on his arm in a heap. A smile grows on his face. Besolve is up, and Adam Burke has rolled to the floor, where a broken table lays. He is in a ton of pain, and is seething. In the ring, Jeckel turns around, and finds Darrel Besolve waiting.)

Eddie: BESOLVE SPIKE!

(CRASH!)

Eddie: THROUGH A TABLE!!!

Rick: Darrel Besolve capitalizes again!

(But Burke has a chair and slides in the ring. Darrel turns around.)

(CRACK!)

Eddie: MY GOD!

(Darrel doesn't go down. He pays for it.)

(CRACK!)

Rick: Darrel Besolve has been layed out by Adam Burke! All hell has broken loose!

(Adam Burke is very, very angry. He is nearly shaking.)

Eddie: Is he... not scared???

Rick: He's more than not scared... he's furious, Eddie! He's been pushed too far!

(Burke rolls out of the ring. He checks on Shoink. His arm seems to be nearly broken. In a rage, Burke smacks the chair off Jeckel's back.)

Eddie: Burke is pissed!

("The Tiger" grabs Jeckel and rolls him in the ring. He follows, chair in hand. Darrel Besolve and Jeckel both lay motionless at his feet. Burke stares at both of them.)

(WHACK! A chair shot for Besolve. WHACK! One for Jeckel. WHACK! Another for Besolve! WHACK! Another for Jeckel.)

Rick: This is madness.

(Burke looks to his triad partner, in anguish. Super Shoink holds his arm in pain.)

(WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!)

Eddie: Adam Burke has lost it! He's f(beep)ing lost it!

Rick: I've never... ever... seen Burke lash out like this!

(The crowd is going absolutely nuts. Burke looks at the fallen Besolve, and the fallen Jeckel. He throws the chair away, and observes the combatants. Neither is moving.)

Rick: What's he doing?

(Burke stares at them, much hatred for both of these men. A look of intensity, and utter madness is on Burke's face. Then, he grabs Darrel's limp arm and places it over Jeckel's body.)

Eddie: What the..

(Burke drops for the count.)

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

THREE!!!

Eddie: What did he just do???

Rick: I'll tell you what he just did... he wants Darrel Besolve at INSERT PPV NAME!

(Medics have rushed down. They break through the wreckage of tables, and tend to Super Shoink.)

Rick: I'm speechless... Adam Burke... has lost his mind!!!

(The crowd is cheering like savage beasts, as Adam Burke stands atop both the IWA Champion, and International champion. Burke looks like a madman. Adam Burke, has lost his mind.)

(FLASH)

(The end.)

Matchwriting Credits:

Spark vs. Damon - Darrel Besolve

O'Shields vs. Jones - Shawn Hathaway