[Blur�s "Song 2" hits]

[Green and Blue pyro goes off]

[Super Shoink walks out. He�s got on a green muscle shirt with a blue "76" written vertically on the back. His right arm is noticeably tapped and wrapped up in padding.]

Rick: Super Shoink has his arm padded up. It�s obvious that he�s not going to be at 100% for this match.

Eddie: BAH! He�s milking it! NO! He�s FAKING it! He probably hopes Jeckel will go easier on him, then he�ll pull out a weapon from under all that padding!

Rick: �Eddie, I don�t think-

Eddie: I�M ON TO YOU, FAKING GOOFBALL!

[Jeckel is in the air and attacks Super Shoink from behind. An axe handle smash sending him to a knee.]

THE BELL SOUNDS

Rick: Jeckel's starting this one early. And he's on the offensing. Super Shoink is whipped in the ropes, and he spins around, through them. Jeckel charges and eats a side kick to the gut... Shoink leaps over him with a rolling neckbreaker. Spectacular combination.

Eddie: But Shoink is very hindered in his offense with his right arm being used as a weapon storage compartment.

Rick: He's not hiding a weapon in there, you idiot.

Eddie: Wanna bet?

Rick: And Shoink is now hitting Jeckel with kicks of all sorts, doing everything in his power to take out the powerful Jeckel. And no, Eddie. I don't want to.

[Shoink grabs Jeckel and hits a jawbreaker.]

Eddie: Coward.

[Shoink goes for the cover, but barely even gets a one-count. Jeckel begins getting up. Shoink tries to fight him down with various shots with his good left arm. But Jeckel shoves him away in one massive burst.]

Rick: The strength of the International champion is unmatched in this contest.

Eddie: Wow, is it ever.

[Shoink stays away from Jeckel to avoid attack. Jeckel lunges for SS, but the former Cruiserweight champion sidesteps it. He kicks Jeckel's left leg, then his right, then the left and Jeckel is taken to one knee.]

Rick: Look at Super Shoink go to work on Jeckel... he's actually winning!

[Shoink lets a furious right kick aimed for the skull of Jeckel, but "The Phoenix" is able to lower out of the way. He grabs Shoink, locking his arms between is legs and around his waist. In one overwhelming display, Jeckel throws Shoink high in the air. Super Shoink crashes on his right arm.]

Eddie: Ya spoke too soon, Rick. You always speak too soon.

Rick: Shoink landed on his injured arm there, and he is feeling the pain, you can tell.

[Jeckel comes in for the attack, but Dackles wisely pulls Super Shoink out to safety. Jeckel chuckles.]

Rick: Dackles proves useful tonight. Never thought I'd say that.

[Dackles and Shoink have a talk, possibly about strategies. A look of hope and courage grows increasingly fast on the face of the Triad member. Then, he looks at his opponent and it vanishes in an instant.]

Eddie: Ha! This is great.

[Dackles gets angry and tries to pump Shoink up. SS takes a deep breath and climbs onto the apron. Jeckel reaches for him and Shoink backs from a punch. He grabs Jeckel's massive head and drops to the floor, draping his neck across the top rope. Shoink hurries back on the apron. He grabs the ropes and springboards himself in the ring with a missile dropkick. But Jeckel swats him away.]

Rick: Shoink just didn't have enough of a spring, with only one arm to propel himself with.

Eddie: But he tried anyway.

Rick: Gotta admire his effort.

Eddie: No. But I ridicule his idiocy.

[Jeckel drops an elbow to the lower back of Shoink. He quickly mounts the back of Shoink and applies a half-nelson on the right arm, digging his forearm into Shoink's head with Jeckel's other. Shoink screams.]

Rick: Jeckel is known for being a relentless, saddistic specialist when the bell sounds.

Eddie: And even when it doesn't, for that matter.

Rick: He's really giving it to Shoink here. I don't know how Shoink is even wrestling right now. He should have forfeited this match... he's in no condition to wrestle the International champ.

Eddie: Ya think?

[Shoink reaches out for the ropes, but Jeckel punches his ribs, forcing him to protect himself. Moments later, Shoink reaches out, but Jeckel again attacks the exposed area. Eventually, Jeckel releases the hold. He drags Shoink up to his feet. He lifts Shoink high in the air, vertical. He holds him there, then lets him fall.]

Eddie: He just dropped him. That was cool.

[Shoink gets to his hands and knees. Jeckel takes a run and kicks, but Shoink grabs the leg and takes him down with a dragon-screw legwhip. Jeckel smacks his head off the top turnbuckle on the way down.]

Rick: Beautiful counter from Shoink.

[The challenger is up to his feet. He begins working on the massive frame of Jeckel with various kicks and left punches. Jeckel absorbs all the shots, then comes after Shoink. Super Shoink is able to avoid attack, countering with a belly-to-belly suplex.]

Eddie: How'd he do that with one arm??

Rick: I'm not sure... but he's kicking some ass here!

Eddie: Barely.

[Jeckel is up after a moment. He turns towards Shoink and eats a side kick in the shin. Jeckel goes down hard.]

Rick: Super Shoink is gaining some serious momentum... this is his chance to win the IWA International title! He beat Jeckel before, Eddie, at Wrestling Classic! He can do it again!

[With the crowd roaring at the possibilities, Shoink climbs to the top rope. He measures Jeckel, then turns to the crowd. Shoink leaps backwards with a moonsault.]

Rick: Here it comes...

Eddie: Jeckel cought him in the chicken-wing!

Rick: Oh no! He's going for the Gates of Heaven . . .

Eddie: WOO!

[But Shoink wiggles free.]

Eddie: Damn, that lucky little bastard!

[Shoink wastes no time springboarding off the top rope with a moonsault, and this time he takes Jeckel down. He hooks the legs to a roaring crowd.]

. . . . . . .

ONE!

. . . . . . .

TWO!

. . . . . . .

THR----NO!

[The crowd is gasping for air after the nearfall. Shoink meanwhile, gets to his feet. He stares at Dackles, worried. Jeckel, "The Phoenix", gets right back up. He stands behind Shoink.]

Rick: This man is a machine!

[Dackles points behind him, a look a fear over his face. Shoink turns around abruptly, and falls victim to . . . ]

Eddie: THE GATES OF HEAVEN!!! WOOO!!

Rick: This one is over!!!

[And, the cover.]

1!

.
.
.

2!

.
.
.

[Foot on the ropes.]

Rick: NOOOO!!! SHOINK GOT THE FOOT ON THE ROPES!!

Eddie: What a lucky little goof!

Rick: Luck, Eddie? Not a chance! Super Shoink, despite his injuries, is a great wrestler!

[Jeckel pulls Shoink up forcefully. He whips Shoink into the turnbuckle. Only thing holding Shoink up is his arms around the ropes.]

Rick: Shoink�s been taking a beating. He seems pretty out of it. Jeckel now going to the outside.

Eddie: He�s going for the arm! Go for the arm!

Rick: Indeed, Jeckel is grabbing Shoink�s injured right arm, and is tearing off the protective padding!

Eddie: Look at all the black and blue!

[Indeed, we can now see the giant bruises on Shoink�s inside elbow and running up his biceps.]

Rick: Eddie.. no weapon, is there?

Eddie: No, there isn't. Told ya.

Rick: Ugh.. Wait, what is Jeckel doing now?

[Jeckel grabs SS�s right wrist, jumps up, and pulls down.]

SS: AAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!!

Eddie: I think that hurt.

[Shoink quickly pulls his arm back in, holds it, grimacing in pain. He tries to walk away from the turnbuckle and Jeckel, but falls over from the pain a couple steps later.]

Rick: Shoink down from the pain as Jeckel rolls back into the ring.

[Jeckel stands over the downed Super Shoink. He reaches down, grabbing Shoink�s right arm and locks on an armbar.]

Rick: An armbar by Jeckel! He knows exactly how to torture Shoink�s injury!

SS: AAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!

Eddie: Yes, yes he does.

[Still holding Shoink�s wrist, Jeckel rolls the Shoinkstar onto his face and applies a simple hammer-lock on the ground.]

Rick: Now Jeckel is just toying with Shoink! An otherwise simple, little effective move must be unbearable for Shoink!

Eddie: Ha! Jeckel�s laughing at him!

Rick: The ref is checking with Shoink, seeing if he wants to tap.

Eddie: TAP, GOOFBALL, TAP!

[Shoink shakes his head "no".]

Eddie: Misery, misery, misery. That�s what Shoink has chosen.

Rick: �Watch "Spiderman" a few too many times?

Eddie: �Maybe.

[Jeckel gets up, pulling Shoink up with him.]

Rick: Shoink can barley move! He�s just standing there with his right arm dangling!

[Jeckel winds up for an easy sucker punch�]

Eddie: Could be a final blow right here!

[Shoink quickly perks up and stops Jeckel�s punch by catching it in his left hand.]

Rick: Shoink caught his fist! He�s still in it!

[Shoink quickly jumps back in a defensive move. His right arms slightly sways back and forth.]

Rick: Shoink is now charging towards Jeckel, and takes a left swing for him!

[Jeckel leans back to avoid Shoink�s punch, but Shoink uses his momentum to follow it up with a round-house kick to Jeckel�s head.]

Rick: A good connection by Super Shoink! Jeckel stumbles a few steps back.

[Shoink capitalizes his moment of opportunity and connects a left uppercut on Jeckel�s jaw. Jeckel stumbles back a little more, still not falling down. Shoink tries another left swing, but Jeckel sees it coming.]

Eddie: With only one hand, Shoink�s moves have become a little more predictable.

Rick: Jeckel pushes Shoink back a bit, now kicks him right in his bad arm!

[As Jeckel�s shin connects into Shoink�s arm, we can see Shoink�s eye�s widen in pain, then all the life fall out of him. Shoink starts to fall, but Jeckel catches him.]

Eddie: I know what�s coming next!

[Shoink is the air, then on the mat with a sick thud.]

Rick: GATES OF HEAVEN! Super Shoink is OUT!

[Jeckel covers.]

ONE�

. . .

TWO�

. . .

THREE!!

Eddie: Ha! Jeckel takes it with an impressive win tonight!

[But Jeckel is not done. He grabs the injured arm of Shoink and begins wrenching it outwards.]

Rick: Damn it! Why must he do this?

Eddie: Ah. Good ol' rasstlin'.

[Security comes running down to ringside. Jeckel does not leave.]

Rick: Jeckel's just feeding Shoink shots to the inner elbow! This man is a monster!

Eddie: We've established that.

[Then, as the security reach ringside, an explosion eminates from the turnbuckles, startling them all. Then, darkness emerges as the lights suddenly vanish.]

Rick: I can't see a friggin' thing in here.

[Moments later, they come back on. Security stands befuddled around ringside as the smoke from the explosion clears slowly. Shoink is still in the ring, but Jeckel is not.]

Rick: Super Shoink is hurt, Eddie. He's hurt badly.

[Back from break, we see the Super Shoink still in the ring. Medics are loading him on a stretcher. Adam Burke and Evan Hurley, the tag team champions, are at ringside, tending to the Triad member.]

Rick: Shades of last week, as Super Shoink is being carefully placed on that stretcher to be taken to Ottawa General. All at the hands of Jeckel, who is nowhere to be found.

Eddie: (singing) There once was a boy named Super Shoink, happy in his own all the while...

[Super Shoink is being carried away as we speak. Hurley and Burke follow along behind.]

Eddie: (singing) But along came a monster named Jeckel, crushing his dreams with a smile...

[Eddie laughs maniacally.]

Rick: You sick bastard, Eddie.

[Scene cuts to the IWA parking lot, as this large green truck pulls up.]

(The door opens up and Shawn Hathaway steps out. He is met by some of the arena workers.)

Arena Worker: Shawn Hathaway right?

Hathaway: Yes...

(The Arena Worker shuffles through his papers)

Arena Worker: I'm sorry sir but your not scheduled to be here tonight...

Hathaway: I know but I work here. I figured I go backstage, chill a bit, catch the upcoming matches.

Arena Worker: There is a problem with that, sir. Cause if your not put down in these papers I cant let you into the locker room.

Hathaway: WHAT? Your telling me I cant walk into my OWN locker room?

Arena Worker: Sorry but yes that's what I am telling you. If you want to wait for a good 20 or 30 minutes I can try and see if I can let you in.

(Hathaway sighs)

Hathaway: Nevermind... this is a bad day anyways. I'll just catch it at home.

(Hathaway starts walking to his truck.)

Eddie: He cant even be in the IWA arena? WHO IS RUNNING THIS SORRY SHOW?

Rick: You're buddy, Fierce.

Eddie: Bah! This is Levin's fault, it has to be.

(You see a shadow moving behind Hathaway's truck, as Hathaway is getting into the truck. He shuts the door and starts it up. Hathaway backs up and the camera catches a glimpse of Vince Everett in the back of the truck.)

Rick: He is here tonight? He attacked Hathaway last week!

(Eddie curses under his breath.)

Eddie: What a dumb kid, this one is.

(Hathaway stops the truck and gets out.)

Rick: Did he spot Everett?

Eddie: Dont think so Rick.. He seems to be doing something with the tire.

(Hathaway finishes tampering with the tire and gets back in the truck. Hathaway closes the door and drives out of the arena.)

Rick: What the? That's it?

Eddie: No sneak attack? No explosions? Aw, buttons.

Rick: We've got to head to the ring. Up next, Mike Barcode defends the Extreme title against the one, the only, Spark!

(Cut to ring.)

( KMFDM's "Anarchy" starts up as Dark Ice steps through the entrance way wearing a longsleeved black shirt, metallic-blue spandex pants, and a black mask with a blue and silver "ice shards" design. Dark Ice runs to the ring, slides in and runs across the ring, doing a back flip off the second rope and landing on his feet as white pyros explode from the turnbuckles.)

Rick: Spark looks ready for this bout. And he'll need to be against Mike Barcode.

Eddie: SHH! It's Dark Ice, Rick.

Rick: Yes, how could I forget.

[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. And, oh yeah, barbwire is wrapped around his body.]

Rick: Oh my lord.

Eddie: Our Extreme champion... gotta love him!

#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, and calls for a mic. He is granted his wish.]

Barcode: For starters, I didn't catch that masked man last week. I chased him around North Bay, nearly killing myself in the process. But, whoever you are, I invite you to try and do that again.

Rick: I was told that that man refers to himself as White Scorpion. Not sure who is he, or why he attacked the Extreme champion last week.

[He continues.]

Barcode: Moving on... Barbwire cage match.

[He laughs maniacally.]

Barcode: Boy, this will be fun! You see, Evan, barbwire... it's a friend to me. It grips me, holds me... loves me.

Rick: Wow. This guy...

Barcode: Summer Sizzler, Evan, we're gonna put on a show that no one, will ever for . . .

[The microphone is knocked out of Barcode's hand, and thud's against the mat. Dark Ice has attacked Barcode from behind, knocking him to his knees. The bell is heard.]

DING DING DING!

Rick: "Dark Ice" is getting an early start. He wants this Extreme title.

(Dark Ice lays it to Barcode with shots to the head. He grabs Barcode's Extreme title. He reels back and smacks it off Barcode's back.)

Rick: What impact.

(A second shot.)

Eddie: That's driving the barbwire deeper into Barcode's back with every shot!

(A third swing, but Barcode moves. The belt smacks off the mat. Barcode rocks Dark Ice with a right to the temple, it sends him staggering. Barcode hooks him in a front waistlock, causing Dark Ice to yelp. Then, he is tossed with a belly to belly.)

Rick: Look at that! Barcode is hurting both Spark and himself with that.

Eddie: DARK ICE!

Rick: Ugh.

(Barcode pulls Dark Ice up. He sets up with a front chancery. He goes for a suplex, but Spark counters with a Northern Lights suplex. He holds for the cover.)

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

Eddie: You don't win Extreme title matches with a Northern lights suplex, silly.

(Both men back up. And they tie up in the center of the ring. Barcode, the more powerful of the two, backs him up, right into the corner. He hits a loud chop.)

Crowd: WOO!

(Another.)

Crowd: WOO!

(Then, Dark Ice reverses, and Barcode is now in the corner. Barcode is hit with a knife-edge chop.)

Dark Ice: GAAHHHHHHHH!!!!

Eddie: Hahahaha!

Rick: He must have forgotten about the barbwire, eh?

(Barcode takes the opportunity and spears Dark Ice to the mat. He slides out of the ring. Reaching under the ropes, he wheels out a wheel barrel.)

Eddie: Who puts a wheel barrel under the ring?

Rick: I don't know, but it's full of string of light bulbs, and there's a freaking cord hanging out!

(Barcode grabs the long cord and walks to the announce table.)

Barcode: Plug it in!

Rick: Huh?

(Barcode gives the cord to Rick.)

Eddie: You heard him, plug it in.

Rick: Where??

Eddie: Jeez, Rick.

(Eddie snatches the cord, ducks under the table. Moments later, the string of lights in the wheel barrel all light up. Barcode smiles.)

Rick: You're only useful when you want to be, is that it?

Eddie: More or less...

(Barcode turns to the ring, to see Dark Ice flipping over the ropes, and nailing a dropkick.)

Rick: Amazing! Simply amazing!

Eddie: This Dark Ice... I wish to play a game of snooker and get to know him.

(The crowd is cheering for Spark, wearing the white mask with blue ice shards. "Dark Ice" as he likes to be called, gets up to his feet. He pulls Barcode up, and grabs him by his head. Spark leaps over the ringsteps and pounds Barcode's face off it.)

Rick: There's a bulldog to be proud of, right there.

(Dark Ice rolls Barcode in the ring. He makes the cover, sucking up any pain from the barbwire.)

Rick: ONE! TWO! No! Barcode kicks out!

Eddie: He ain't the Extreme champ for nothin', you know.

(Dark Ice exits and grabs a table from under the ring. He slides it inside. He begins setting it up. Barcode starts getting up, and Dark Ice puts him back down with a Russian legsweep. Then he returns, setting up the table near the corner of the ring.)

Eddie: What's he doing now?

Rick: We'll see...

(The legs won't unfold properly. Dark Ice spends extra time on them. Finally, they are set up right. The masked man turns around . . . )

(CRASH!)

Eddie: Barcode just spinebustered Dark Ice through that table!

Rick: That table backfired in a hurry for Spa... Dark Ice!

(Barcode, takes a deep breath, then covers.)

ONE!

TWO!

NOOOOOOOOOO!

Eddie: He kicked out! Somehow, he kicked out!

(Barcode is breathing heavily. He sits up, takes a moment, then gets to his feet. He grabs a near-lifeless masked Spark, and pulls him to his feet. Barcode whips him in the corner. He takes a run.)

Rick: This'll be a huge splash...

(He connects.)

Eddie: Man! I LOVE barbwire!

(Barcode backs up, and Dark Ice is litterally sticking to him.)

Rick: Ah jeez... that's sick!

(Barcode pries him off. Then, he goes for a suplex. He has Dark Ice off the ground, but Dark Ice manages to shift his weight to get his feet back on the ground. Then, he counters, lifting Barcode vertically over his back with Barcode's head at the base, then drops to a seated position, drilling Barcode's head into the mat.)

Eddie: What a sweet piledriver! This is a cool match!

(Both men are down again.)

Rick: IWA Extreme title on the line... first man up will have the decisive advantage here...

(It appears Barcode will the first up. The masked Spark is slowly coming up behind. Barcode is up first. But he doesn't see Dark Ice, and Dark Ice sees him. Barcode looks around frantically. Then, he turns around and is nailed with a facebuster.)

Eddie: And it's Dark Ice striking first!

(Suddenly, a chair flies in the ring, striking the ref, knocking him down.)

Rick: What the hell was that? Where'd that chair come from?

(Spark looks to where he thinks the chair came from.)

(But he is proven wrong, as a figure slides in the ring from the other section of the ring.)

Eddie: Jimmy O'Shields.... I think.

Rick: It is! He faces Spark next week in the Cruiserweight semis!

(O'Shields waits for Spark to turn around. Then, he kicks him in the gut and tosses him over the top rope. He flies through the air, and crashes in the wheel barrel, shattering the bulbs with bright and loud sparks.)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Rick: OH MY GOD! SPARK JUST GOT SPARKED!!!

Eddie: That was INSANE!!!

(O'Shields takes in the fans' wowed reaction. Then, he leaves and heads up the ramp.)

Rick: O'Shields must want to be one-up on Spark!

Eddie: I think it worked!

(Barcode has returned to his feet. He sees Dark Ice in the wheel barrel, not moving. He looks around, but O'Shields is gone. Barcode exits the ring and grabs Dark Ice. He rolls him in the ring.)

(Barcode back inside, and he drags Dark Ice up. Moments later, Barcode hits the Armaggedon neckbreaker.)

Rick: There it is! The Armaggedon! This one is as good as over!

(The cover.)

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

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

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

Rick: Barcode defends successfully, but give the assist to Jimmy O'Shields.

Eddie: Still, what a match!

Rick: In two weeks, in the barbwire cage, it'll be just them two. Nobody from the outside will dare enter the cage. At Summer Sizzler against Evan Hurley, will Barcode be so lucky?

(The camera cuts back to our announcers for the evening.)

Rick: Welcome back to Rush folks. We still have a lot more action to come.

Eddie: Hey did it just get colder in here?

Rick: Your not going to make a nipple joke are you?

Eddie: No, I�m serious.

Rick: Now that you mention it I do feel a little colder.

Eddie: It�s not like air conditioning; it�s more like a cold shiver.

Rick: Like it�s running down the back of your neck.

(Suddenly there is a man standing beside the table.)

Eddie: Jesus, were did you come from?

(The man is dressed like a postman from the 1940�s. He silently drops an envelope onto the desk Rick and Eddie both reach for it. By the time Rick wrestles it out of Eddie�s hand the man is gone.)

Eddie: What the hell was that?

Rick: I don�t know.

Eddie: Well what the hell is that?

(He points to the envelope and Rick slowly opens it.)

Rick: (Reading)
�I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
Near no accustomed hand,
And they had nailed the boards above her face,
The peasants of that land,
Wondering to lay her in that solitude,
And raised above her mound
A cross they had made out of two bits of wood,
And planted cypress round;
And left her to the indifferent stars above
Until I carved these words:
i{She was more beautiful than thy first love,}
i{But now lies under boards.}�

Eddie: What?

Rick: There�s more.

Eddie: Then read it.

Rick: It just says �Remember Ottawa.� Then it says �I return 26/06/02� and it�s signed �???�

Eddie: I really hate this place.

Rick: I can�t say I blame you. But you know what Eddie, it's time for a major tag team matchup.

Eddie: "Remember Ottawa"? Why? WHY???

Rick: EDDIE!

Eddie: What?

Rick: Pay attention.

Eddie: Damn it, Rick. That letter is freaking me out!

Rick: I understand that, but we're about to find out to who The Boog-man's mystery partner is!

Eddie: I already know who it is.

Rick: No you don't!

Eddie: I do! It's so obvious!

Rick: Then who is it?

Eddie: I'm not telling!

Rick: Cuz you don't know.

Eddie: Cuz YOU don't know, and I don't want YOU to know.

Rick: You bastard.

[A cool song plays. It's magnificance is so awe-inspiring, that "cool" is the only word that is speakable at this present time.]

Rick: Luke Justice and Blaze, or as they like to be called... Team Cool!

[Eddie giggles.]

Rick: What's so funny?

Eddie: Team Cool... hehehe

[Then, the self-proclaimed "coolest tag team around" steps through the invisible curtains. They look like wrestlers and stuff. The boys come down the aisle to a minimal reaction. It's so minimal that's it's almost in the minusses.]

Eddie: Serves them right for not roleplaying ever...

Rick: Roleplaying??

Eddie: They put, like, one or two out and just vanished....

Rick: Are you talking to me?

Eddie: The bastards.

[Justice and Blaze enter the ring and stand there boringly while they wait.]

[They wait a long time before . . . ]

(The lights go out...)

Eddie: Whoa! Darkness.

Rick: That used to scare you.

Eddie: Yeah, but you get used to certain things.

(And they come back on, as "Shortstop" plays throughout the arena.)

Rick: Hey, look! (A figure is perched on the turnbuckles, staring down at the roaring audience.)

Rick: One of the most recognizable names in the National Wrestling Alliance!

(He is the all-too-familiar World's Original Boog-man, grinning ear to ear.)

Rick: Okay, Eddie. Boog's in the ring. We're waiting on the mystery partner. You know who it is, apparently. Let's hear it.

Eddie: Oh Rick, I shouldn't spoil it.

Rick: I suppose that's for the best.

Eddie: In that case... of course I will. Think about it Rick! It's not like Boog-man has friends, really! Who did he do like fifty dual promos with huh!

Rick: . . .

Eddie: God Rick are you ever slow! Need I spell it out? It's Christian Light! The Last Nighthawk is back! I'm not particularly thrilled about it, but I'm yelling anyway!

[At this point, the arena goes completely dark again. But Rick has to respond to this.]

Rick: Uhm. Christian Light doesn't have short black hair. He has that signature flat top!

Eddie: Well, he finally woke up and realized it's '02, Rick! Ever think of that? He shaved it off! New look for the big comeback!

Rick: Eddie, no. The mystery partner is really small. Light is a walking brickhouse.

Eddie: He was walking on his knees.

[The sound of wind blowing. A few fans react, positively. The rest mumble.]

Rick: He had a completely different voice.

Eddie: Sara kicked him in the balls. [pause] Wait. Is Sara alive or does that bastard WidowMaker still have her or what?

Rick: I dunno.

[And then, "High Roller" by the Crystal Method. A bit more of the crowd reacts now. The arena buzzes.]

[A single white spotlight slices into the darkness. A man emerges into it, and now the cheering comes in fully. For proof, here's the obligatory:]

[RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!]

Eddie: It's Christian Light!

Rick: No! Eddie, Christian is not a 5'8" Asian man!

Eddie: Yes he is!

Rick: Shuttup Eddie! Ladies and gentlemen, Hyuk Suh Kim has returned to the IWA!

[It's HSK, all right. Though those that go back far enough might not recognize the man. He looks, for lack of a better word, older.]

[He wears the same old stuff, though. Black wind pants, no shirt, tape for the hands and feet. He makes for the ring.]

[With him, by the way, is some thin nervous looking blonde guy. This isn't all that important for now.]

Eddie: Wait. Who?

Rick: HSK.

Eddie: [shrug]

Rick: Hyuk. HSK. He was in the IWA for like a year. Won titles, and stuff.

Eddie: Sorry, I don't believe you.

Rick: [aghast] HSK. Hyuk Suh Kim, Eddie! Super J 1! Massive silly winning streak! Went crazy and left!

Eddie: What a disappointment. [sad] Where are you Christian Light.

[Hyuk leaps onto the apron, and acknowledges the wild crowd. Then he nods at the Boog, who will start the match.]

DING DING DING!

Rick: HSK and Boog... wow!

[Boog starts things off, locking up with Blaze. The larger, former IWA champion, easily powers Blaze into the ropes. But Blaze with a go-behind, gains himself a good spot. He attempts a suplex, but Boog holds the ropes. Then, a stiff elbow to the head and Blaze is sent stumbling back.]

Eddie: That's how you get those cabbage-patch ears, eh?

Rick: Uh... I guess that's one way.

[Boog turns around and fires a right square to the face. Blaze is launched backwards. He bounces off the ropes into Boog's grasp. "The World's Original" sends him to the mat with a powerslam. Blaze doesn't stay down long, but a forearm to the skull says he should have. The Boog-man chops him good in the corner of the ring. Moments later, he whips Blaze out of the corner only to pull him into an inverted side-slam. The Boog then stands, and tags HSK. The crowd pops big.]

Rick: For the first time in a long damn time... Hyuk graces the wrestling ring!

[Blaze has sqirmed over and tagged in Justice. He enters the ring, and walks into a left kick to the stomach. HSK kicks him repeatedly in his lower body, and finishes it with a spin-kick that knocks him in the corner. Justice shakes it off and walks out into a devastating sidekick. Blaze comes in, still shaken, and is taken down by a Hyuk drop-toe-hold, hanging his neck off the top rope. Blaze stands clenching his neck and falls victim to a release German suplex. The momentum sends Blaze rolling out of the ring. The crowd is roaring in approval.]

Rick: Ladies and gents... the one and only, Hyuk Suh Kim!

[Hyuk kicks Justice will aimed shots to the body. In turn, Justice tries to protect, leaving his head wide-open for a powerful kick that is heard throughout the arena.]

Eddie: Damn! Can you spell concussion?

Rick: Yeah, that was some kick.

Eddie: No seriously, cuz I can't.

[HSK tags himself out, and immobilizes the already immobile Luke Justice with an ankle-lock.]

Rick: Justice is screaming in agony, and here comes the Boog-man!

[Boog is on the top-rope. He looks over the cheering audience before leaping backwards.]

Eddie: He's airborne!

Rick: Boogsault . . . He nails it!

[HSK releases the anklelock and exits the ring. The Boog-man pulls up Justice.]

Eddie: Boog's not going for the pin? Damn, boy, just end the misery! Don't embarrass him anymore! Wait... Team Cool... Team... Cool... ha! Too late.

Rick: Will you stop?

[Boog with a front chancery. He throws Justice's arm over his head and nails a snap suplex. Holding on, Boog brings him back up and DDT's him to the mat.]

Rick: The World's Original, the man who held the IWA title for four months, is proving to be too much for Mr. Justice here tonight.

Eddie: Four months of agony, I might add.

Rick: Longest reign ever. In fact, the Boog-man shares the highest amount of days as IWA champion with Byron Tanis himself!

Eddie: Comparing Boog to Tanis is like comparing Buffalo, New York to Hamilton, Ontario!

Rick: So, which one is which?

Eddie: Wait, did I say Hamilton? Cuz I meant Calgary... Tanis' home-(BEEP)ing-town!

Rick: Network TV, Eddie!

[Boog paces around the ring, taking his time, soaking in the hot crowd. Justice starts pulling himself up, but Boog hurries the process. He whips Justice in the ropes. Luke comes flying back and is mangled by a lariat. Boog cracks his neck and tags in HSK with a smirk.]

Rick: The Boog-man picking up Justice... holding him in a full-nelson...

[Blaze, from the apron, punches Boog in the skull.]

Rick: Boog got too close to the apron there.

Eddie: He doesn't look thrilled about that.

[Boog tosses Justice at HSK, who clocks him with a 160-pound right. Boog grabs Blaze, and pulls him over the ropes, into the ring. HSK, meanwhile, hits a jaw-breaker, and Justice is down to one-knee. Hyuk bounces off the ropes and jumps in the air, striking Justice with a right hook.]

Eddie: Was that a tooth I just saw?

Rick: It might have been! Now look at Boog pounding on Blaze!

[After a series of stomps, Boog pulls him up. He whips Blaze across the ring, and right into a standing side-kick from HSK. Blaze falls backwards into Boog's arms for a reverse-DDT.]

Eddie: Justice and Blaze are both down here.

Rick: And I smell an ending cooking...

[Hyuk Suh Kim, former NWA International champion, drops on the mat, where Justice lays face up. HSK mounts, reverse grapples the left arm, stuffs his right knee against the back of said head, and pulls. Hard.]

Rick: THE RISING SUN! IT'S THE RISING SUN, EDDIE!

Eddie: What? Where?

[The Boog-man follows Hyuk's lead, springboarding off the ropes with an elbowdrop, connecting sharply with Blaze.]

Rick: AND THERE'S THE E.O.A.!

Eddie: I hate, Boog. You know that?

[And just then, to a massive ovation, Luke Justice taps.]

Rick: Boog and HSK win this one very impressively!

Eddie: My parents can beat Team Cool, Rick.

Rick: Yeah, but still... just shut up and lets enjoy this moment.

[Boog and HSK stand in the ring. They look at each other, then at the audience. They are roaring... uncontrollably. Then they look back at each other. Boog smiles. Then, they embrace.]

Rick: What a picture this is!

Eddie: I'm gonna be sick!

[Suddenly, we cut.]

Rick: Folks, I'm being told that we're at a restaurant here in Ottawa.

Eddie: Huh? Why?

Rick: Guess we'll find out.

(We scan the restraunt and spot Shawn Hathaway. He's drinking a coke as he is waiting on his food. A kid runs up to him.)

Kid: Hathaway! It's Shawn Hathaway! Can I have your autograph? Your my favorite wrestler!

(The mother walks over smiling)

Hathaway: Buzz off kid. I dont got time for youthful ignorance.

(The mother yells at Hathaway and grabs her child as they stomp off)

Hathaway: I CANT STAND KIDS!!!

(Hathaway continues to drink his coke as we spot a man behind Hathaway..

Man: Sir, I need your help.

Hathaway: With what?

Man: My truck broke down, and I need someone to jump it. Can you help me?

Hathaway: Sure...

(Hathaway gets up and is nailed by the man.)

Man: Vince Everett wants you out Hathaway! It's his time to shine!

(The man starts striking Hathaway with an object as a few waiters try to stop him but are knocked down. The waitress dials the police as the man continues his assault. He picks up the fallen Hathaway and carry's him outside.)

Eddie: Vince must really want this contract... he even sent a guy to try and take out Hathaway!

(He picks Hathaway up and BODYSLAM ON THE PUBLIC STREET!)

Rick: Folks... Shawn Hathaway, entrant of the Semi-Finals, is laying in the MIDDLE OF THE STREET!

(Cars swerve to not the fallen Hathaway on the street. The man drags Hathaway off the street and picks him up onto his shoulder. Hathaway drops down and low blows him. He puts the man in a headlock then walks up the bench to do a backflip/neckbreaker style of a move.)

Eddie: Hathaway has fought back! This (beep)er is in trouble now!

(The man yells in pain as Hathaway then stomps on his hurt neck. Hathaway picks him up and then throws him out into the street, the man is hit in the back by a ongoing car. His body flips like a pancake

Rick and Eddie: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Rick: I cant believe it! This situation is getting out of hand! First Hathaway is assaulted in the IWA backstage, nearly taking Hathaway out of action here in IWA, then, Everett jumps into his truck then has a man take him out at a grill, but it went VERY wrong and the man has been hit by a car!.

Eddie: This is just kewl!

Rick: (BEEP) YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!

(Hathaway quickly gets into his truck and pulls out, Vince Everett still can be spotted in the back of the truck.)

Rick: Welcome back fans! It's IWA Cruiserweight Tournament action, and it's next!

Eddie: As in, now?

Rick: Uh, yeah.

Eddie: Can I leave?

Rick: NO!

("You Can't Bring Me Down" by Rocky George & Mike plays out over the soundspeakers as Majik confidently, and as arrogantly as ever strides down towards ringside, as his 'representative' Findley Martin walks out behind him dressed in an immaculate light blue suit.)

#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: Majik is coming out here first in this IWA CW Title Tourney match, and as usual it seems he'�s not gaining any friends or fans from the IWA faithful.

#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 as he enters the ring.)

Eddie: Hey, where's the large played out entrance we usually see? This is too low-key! I don't like it!

Rick: Maybe Majik just wants to have his match against Scooter and get the hell out of here after the shenanigans he pulled against Darrel Besolve last week.

#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!!!!

Eddie: I don't blame him, I wouldn't want a Darrel Besolve on my case!

Rick: It's like they say Eddie, if you wish for it you might just get it! I think Majik doesn't want any part of Besolve now!

(Findley takes his time disrobing his charge in the ring, before finally throwing his black and red flamed leather jacket off to reveal a black T-Shirt with "Soon to be IWA CW Champ," on the front, "June 26th 2002", and "Soon to be NWA CW Champ, June 16th" on the back.)

Rick: Majik has his shot at the NWA Cruiserweight Title against Adam Burke at "Battle of the Finest".

Eddie: Should be a great match.

Rick: Must say I was expecting the worst when they took their time to disrobe like that.

Eddie: That's quite respectable actually.

Rick: Yeah but if he doesn't win those titles that t-shirt becomes worthless!

(Shrieks of laughter from Eddie, as Majik takes off that T-Shirt to reveal another T-Shirt underneath, this time white, with "Darrel Besolve: Do you believe?" on the front while on the back seems to be a near complete list of all Besolve's accomplishments, supposedly. UFC Champion, Olympic Champion, Golden Gloves Champion, and much, much more.)

Rick: I knew it!

Eddie: This is great Rick! Tell him like it is Majik!

Rick: What are you trying to say Eddie? Don't you believe? Besolve is a legend! Majik's just asking for it, asking for it!

(The previously unseen Scooter comes off the top turnbuckle with a missile dropkick.)

Eddie: Well, he just got it.

DING DING DING!

Rick: Scooter starts the match off with a surprise attack. It seems he's actually serious about this tournament.

(Scooter jumps on Majik on the ground and takes repeated right fists to his temple before jumping to his feet. He continues the attack by stomping on Majik's head for a few moments before picking Majik up and tossing him to the ropes.)

Eddie: Majik rebounds off the ropes, ducks a clothesline, and locks Scooter in an abdominal stretch.

Rick: Scooter's lost whatever advantage he had from the sneak attack.

(Majik releases the hold before hitting an inverted Russian Legsweep on Scooter and hopping back to his feet.)

Rick: He's watching Scooter pull himself back up but he cuts him off with a seated missile drop kick.

Eddie: Sitting.

Rick: Really?

Eddie: I don't know.

(Majik continues his attack, lifting Scooter up, tossing him to the turnbuckle and following him in with a big splash. Majik begins to lift Scooter up to the top turnbuckle, but Scooter rakes him in the eyes and pulls Majik to the top and bringing him down with a flipping neckbreaker.)

Rick: Both men crash down on the canvas thanks to Scooter,who goes for the pin attempt, 1....tw-barely a two count.

(Scooter lifts Majik back up by his hair, hooks him and goes for a tornado bulldog but Majik tosses him out of the ring.)

Eddie: Majik throws Scooter into the barrier, not the type of move we were expecting in a cruiserweight tournament.

Rick: M gets aerial with a cross-body block from the toprope before Scooter can even get back to his feet.

(Majik pulls Scooter up by his hair and runs his head along the barrier, smirking at the fans while doing so. He goes the entire length of the wall before finally getting to the corner, where he walks Scooter to the ring and rolls him in.)

Eddie: The match goes back to the ring, with Scooter finding his feet and Majik waiting on the apron. What's Scooter doing?

Rick: Uh... holding his face and screaming..

Eddie: That's what I thought.

(Majik watches Scooter rub his face and dance around, and climbs through the ropes, advancing on Scooter and rubbing his face.)

Rick: Isn't this sweet? Majik's rubbing uh...nevermind, he slapped him.

Eddie: Scooter fires back with a punch of his own, and the two take turn trading blows. It's rather organized, wouldn't you say?

Rick: A spinning heel kick from Scooter breaks up the trade and sends Majick to the ground.

(Majik gets quickly back to his feet, and drops the nearby Scooter with a drop toe-hold dropping his neck across the ropes. As both men get up, Scooter goes for a clothesline, but Majik ducks. Scooter manages to roll behind him and hooks him for a German suplex, but Majik hits him with a lowblow, swings around and pulls Scooter's legs out from under him.)

Eddie: Majik puts Scoots on the ground and it looks like's going for the Sharpshooter.

(Scooter punches Majik in the face as he leans down, trying to lock the legs.)

Rick: Scooter escapes the move, and gets to his feet before the stumbling Majik can recover.

(Scooter runs, grabbing Majik by his head, and delivers a tornado bulldog.)

Eddie: Scooter finally gets the move he was looking for, and rolls Majik over for another pin attempt, 1....2..and Majik gets his foot on the ropes.

(Scooter grabs Majik and starts to pick him up, but Majik stands with a European uppercut, followed by a chop, then a headbutt straight into Scooter's face.)

Eddie: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have blood.

Rick: A nosebleed...wow...

Eddie: It's on the...outside of the nose. That's good, right?

Rick: Yes.

(Scooter's head is rammed into the turnbuckle post 5 times by Majik before he can get his foot up to block it. He elbows Majik in the face before switching around and tossing him to the other turnbuckle.)

Rick: Scooter whips Majik across the ring and tries to follow him in with a spear, by Maj gets out of the way leaving Scooter to smash into the post.

Eddie: Majik hooks Scooter from behind and goes for a German Suplex, but Scooter flips and lands on his feet, grabs Majik by the hair, and drives his head into the ground.

Rick: Scooter's awfully focused after receiving so much head trauma.

Eddie: He's had years to adjust.

Rick: That's not funny.

(Scooter covers but only gets a 1 count after the ref realizes Majik's foot under the rope.)

Rick: Scooter takes his time getting back to his feet, and pulls Majik up only to drop him down about with a spinning neckbreaker.

(Scooter pulls himself up and slowly climbs the turnbuckle.)

Eddie: Shooting Star Press from Scooter misses as Majik rolls out of the way.

Rick: Fake outs are always good. Always.

(Both men get up and charge at each other, and Scooter goes low punching Majik in the groin.)

Eddie: Scooter's going for the DDT, and Majik stands straight up, pulling Scoots onto his shoulders.

Rick: Majik readjusts Scooter, runs across the ring, and drops Scooter with the "Spell Binder".

Eddie: Incredible move. It's all over here. Majik's pulling Scooter to the center of the ring, locks his legs, and puts him in the Sharpshooter.

Rick: This is really unnecessary. The ref goes around to check on Scooter. He's lifts his arm once... it falls!

Eddie: Up again....

Twice!

Rick: ... and he lifts it up for the third...

Eddie: ...AND ID DROPS!

Rick:Majik destroyed Scooter with the Death Valley Driver and earns his way into thesemifinals!

Eddie: Woo! Majik wins! How sweet is that?

[The scene cuts.]

(Shawn Hathaway's truck can be seen in the interior parking lot as Hathaway apparently finally has been let into his locker room. We see something moving in the back part of the truck and Vince Everett is climbing out of it. Everett begins walking torwards the locker room area.)

Rick: We are back here and our scene is Everett arriving in the locker room area.

Eddie: Thanks to OUR WONDERFUL BOSS for the great card, and now this great segment!

Rick: What's with you tonight?

Eddie: What??

[Everett smiles as he finds the door labeled, "Shawn Hathaway". Everett opens the door and walks in. He shuts the door as Hathaway's voice can be heard saying, "What the..........". It's interrupted by a few grunts and slams... We hear glass breaking as our scene fades off with the hearing of the sounds and the picture of the locker room.]

[Back to ringside.]

Rick: My lord, that did NOT sound good. Everett's gonna have a hard time joining the IWA if he keeps attacking important people. And Hathaway, already in the semi-finals, to meet Majik next week, is considered an important person.

Eddie: I say we burn him at the cross.

Rick: You're sick.

Eddie: Yup. I've been blessed with this.

[And now, we cut backstage.]

[The incomprable Tyler Firkus is standing by with the ex-mystery partner. That would be Hyuk Suh Kim for you channel flippers.]

[The Wind wears a Mountain Dew cap, a grey shirt, black wind pants. He's got that bag. It looks as if he's about to leave.]

Tyler: HSK, first off, I must say that it's a pleasure to see you. It's been two and a half years.

Hyuk: A long time coming.

Tyler: It's also quite the surprise. Perhaps you could shade a little light on how this came about?

Hyuk: It's simple, really. The Boog-man is my friend, and he needs my help. Mr. Levin was more than kind in my dealings with him. We came to an agreement within minutes.

Tyler: But to return from such a long layoff . . . ?

Hyuk: I don't have many friends.

Tyler: Okay, HSK, fair enough. Now that you've returned, what are your plans? Continue that winning streak, challenge for that World Title that eluded you for so long, perhaps a renewed rivalry with one Adam Fierce?

Hyuk: No, on all three counts. I plan on helping the Boog-man.

"Then, I believe, it's time for a change in plans."

Hyuk: [coolly] Hello Adam.

[IWA Vice President Adam Fierce steps into the shot, and casts Firkus away as if he weren't there to begin with. His gaze is for Hyuk alone.]

Fierce: You really are stupid, Hyuk. Do you even watch the IWA?

Hyuk: I don't watch wrestling.

Fierce: Well, you should. Aaron Levin? He tricked you, Kim. We tricked you. *I'm* running things, Hyuk, and you'll do what *I* say. You'll fight when I say fight, Boog or no.

[Kim has no response.]

Fierce: You got that?

[And he shoves a finger in HSK's chest.]

Eddie: Ohhhhh.

Rick: Shhhhhh.

[Kim deftly slaps the hand away, and for a moment, they look through each other.]

Fierce: I asked you a question. Answer it!

Hyuk: Yes.

[Adam raises his hand to point again, then gets confused.]

Fierce: Yes what?

Hyuk: I've got it. You're the boss.

Fierce: Damn right.

[A long pause.]

Hyuk: Anything else?

[The VP considers this for a long moment.]

Fierce: Just one more thing.

[WHAP!]

Rick: Right hand! Fierce just KOed Kim! HSK is on his rear, looking up!

Eddie: Oh! Hahaha! Look at that strange midget wipe away the blood like a small child! Hahahaha!

Fierce: You little snot! *I'm* the boss! Don't dictate to me like some child. I've been waiting three years for this.

Rick: And Fierce putting the boot to Kim now! And . . . HSK isn't fighting back? He's not. Not one bit. He's taking this!

Eddie: Crazy midget! Hahahaha!

Fierce: C'mon Hyuk! I'm *ordering* you to fight!

[Adam mounts Kim now and RAINS punches down upon him. HSK lies flat on his back after the onslaught, blood seeping from his face.]

Hyuk: [weak} I won't.

Fierce: Arrghh!

[Adam rears back again, but this time:]

Rick: Boog-man! It's the Boog-man! He tackles Fierce, and they're trading blows! They're trading blows! It's a wild melee!

Eddie: I thought they had a truce. What about the truce!

Rick: He was beating down on Boog's buddy. All bets are off, Eddie!

[Security is quick to rush in, pulling The Boog-man off the Vice President.]

Rick: And here's the boss's power coming in to play.

[They hold Boog back, as Fierce wipes a speck of blood from his mouth. He winds up and is ready to strike a helpless Boog.]

Eddie: Hit him good!

[But he doesn't strike.]

Fierce: You're a noble man, after all, Boog. Sacrificing your own future for your friend.

Boog: He did the same for me.

Fierce: Indeed he did.

[Fierce looks at Boog up and down.]

Fierce: You don't want to see what happened to you, happen to Hyuk, I understand that. And for that, I'm going to forget this.

[Fierce looks down at HSK.]

Fierce: And you, Hyuk. You and I, we have some "catching up" to do...

[HSK grumbles.]

Fierce: When you're feeling a little better...

[Fierce walks off with a sly, cocky grin.]

Rick: The pot has definitely been stirred tonight!

Rick: Fans, we are all set for our main event, for the IWA Tag Team titles. Former NWA World champs - Lennox and Ulfric - The Dark Angels, take on the cousin duo of Evan "Everyday" Hurley, and "The Tiger" Adam Burke!

Eddie: Former World champs versus Burkey and Hurley, eh? The big dawgs versus the hungry pups... me likes.

(The lights instantly cut out on the arena, while a blue fireworks pop up from the stage up at the jumbotron in a deafening pop. Offspring�s �Defy You� hits the PA as two figures appears on the ramp, standing in front of a bright green strobe light. The Triad champs Adam Burke and Evan Hurley stop in front of the light, Burke has his back turned, lifting the IWA Tag Team title and the NeWA World Cruiserweight Title up in the air at the same time, while Evan �Everyday� Hurley holds the belt over his head. #You may push me around / But you cannot win / You may throw me down / But I'll rise again (Burke and Hurley make their way down the ramp, Burke intently focused on the ring, Hurley calmly striding down, but slapping a few hands down on the way to the ring.) #The more you say / The more I defy you / So get out of my face� (Burke and Hurley go through the ropes and into the ring. Both mount a turnbuckle and their belts up into the air to a huge pop from the fans, at the same time blue fireworks begin to cascade down from the rafters.) #You cannot stop us / You cannot bring us down / Never give up / We go on and on / You'll never break us / Never bring us down / We are alive!

DING DING DING!

(Evan and Ulfric start it out with the usual lock up. Evan gains the upper hand raising his knee into Ulfric's stomach. Then, a hiptoss sends Ulfric to the mat.)

Rick: Ulfric back on his feet and a dropckick takes him down. But he's getting back up quickly...

Eddie: And now an armdrag takedown by Evan... uh... takes him down.

Rick: Hurley is showing Ulfric that he's ready for the big time.

(Evan holds the arm, applying an armbar. Uflric cringes in pain before striking Evan in the face, releasing his grip. Both men get to their feet, but it's Evan again back in control. He pounds on Ulfric keeping him off, then whips him in the ropes. But Ulfric ducks a clothesline. He comes hurling back with a cross-body block and it takes down the tag champ. Ulfric now tags in Lennox.)

Rick: The former World Champion is in now, and Evan hurries to tag in "The Tiger".

(Burke is in lighting quick, and attacks Lennox right off the bat. The two men dual with right hands.)

Eddie: Look at Burke, he's not letting the masterful Michael Lennox take him in this fist-fight.

Rick: Look at him... he's actually winning the fist-fight. He's got Lennox reeling... and DOWN goes Lennox after that last right!

(The crowd seems to be behind Burke as Lennox gets up slowly, after being knocked down. Burke has no trouble whipping him in the ropes. He plants Lennox with a picture-perfect dropkick, and Lennox is sent tumbling out of the ring.)

Eddie: Can you believe that just happened?

Rick: Burke is just a ball of intensity... and Darrel Besolve and Jeckel are the reasons.

(Burke tags in Hurley, who wastes no time sprinting across the ring, and leaping over the top rope.)

Rick: SUICIDE DIVE! He takes Lennox down with one of his trademarks!

Eddie: He's a risky little bastard, idn't he?

(The crowd is roaring for the IWA champs. Then, in comes Ulfric, tackling Evan to the ground.)

Rick: Adam Burke is in, and he bulldogs Ulfric from behind. It has been all Burke and Hurley thus far! These kids are saying more than words ever could!

(Burke grabs Lennox and rolls him in the ring. Hurley is up, and slides in after him. Both men are back up, Evan first. He maintains control with a front-chancery. Hurley locks on a double-underhook and goes for the DDT. But Lennox battles free. He brings Evan in the air and spinebusters him to the mat.)

Rick: Lennox has the experience, and thus you can't ever be completely in control. He just showed that right now.

(Lennox takes a moment to regain his composure. Then, as Evan returns to his feet, he whips him in the ropes. "Everyday" comes back to an everyday Samoan drop. Evan sits up, but Lennox makes sure he stays down, flipping over his body, and snapping the head down.)

Rick: Lennox, now in firm control, is applying... the Sharpshooter!

Eddie: "The Wolverine" knows what to do, and how to do it.

(Evan screams in pain. He reaches out for the ropes, but isn't close enough.)

Rick: Burke is now reaching over for the tag... and he's got it!

(Burke hops to the top rope. He leaps off with a huge cross body. But "The Wolverine" catches him, and powerslams him to the mat furiously.)

Eddie: Damn! That had the authority of an S&M chick with a nerdy college boy!

(The Wolverine tags in Ulfric. He comes in just as Burke is pulling himself up. A swinging single-arm DDT forces him back down. Ulfric wastes no time, applying the Buffalo sleeper.)

Rick: WHat a devastating hold this is... Burke's arm is neck are really being worked on here!

(Ulfric uses the hold to lift Burke to his feet, the whole while Burke is screaming. Then, he slams Burke to the mat in a devastating slam.)

Eddie: What the hell was that? I've never seen that before!

(Ulfric makes the cover.)

Rick: This might be over!!!

. . . . . . . . ONE!

. . . . . . . . TWO

. . . . . . . . THR-NOO!

Eddie: I thought that would do it! But Burke is different now... he's... like... tougher, or something.

(Ulfric gets to his feet. He grabs Burke's hair and yanks him up. Ulric stuns him with an atomic drop. Then, he tags in Lennox.)

Rick: Back in the match comes "The Wolverine".

(But before Ulfric can escape the ring, Burke dropicks him through the ropes to the floor, to a big pop.)

Eddie: Ha! That was kinda cool.

(Unfortunately for "The Tiger", it gives Michael Lennox enough time to grab him, and nail a Spicoli Driver.)

Rick: THE BOURBONIZER!

Eddie: This match is SOOO over!

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

. . .

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

. . .

........................NOO!!

Rick: Evan comes in with a kick to the head, making the save!

Eddie: The lucky bastards! This match was done!

(This prompts Lennox up and lunging for Evan. Hurley is knocked down and out of the ring with a clothesline. Lennox grabs Burke and pulls him up. He whips him in the cover. Burke is held up by his arms only, as Lennox leaps in with a shoulder to the body. He backs up and drives his muscled shoulder in once again. Then, Burke is hit with an atomic drop. Lennox follows it up, scooping Burke in the air, then hitting a big shoulderbreaker.)

Rick: The Divorce Court Shoulderbreaker!

Eddie: Divorce Court? Is that what he calls it?!?!

(Lennox follows it up with a lateral press.)

1!
2!
Shoulder up!

(Lennox now picks him up again. A whip into the ropes. Burke comes back and is planted with a Death Valley Driver.)

Eddie: What a DVD!

Rick: It looks like Lennox is saying it's over! He's gonna end this!

(Burke is pulled back to his feet. Lennox sets up for the Burbon Street Wrecker Diamoncutter.)

Rick: Here it comes...

(He spins Burke around, but "The Tiger" shove him away. Lennox turns around . . .)

WHAM!

Rick: THE TIGER'S CLAW!!

Eddie: OUT OF NOWHERE!

(Both men are down and out.)

Rick: Burke has taken a beating during the latess part of this match... and he needs to make a tag.

Eddie: So does Lennox, though.

(Burke begins to crawl to his corner. The fans seem to be behind him here. Lennox begins coming to and tries to stop him.)

Rick: Lennox has Burke's foot... but Burke leaps! THE TAG!!

(The crowd roars as Evan hops in and pounds on Lennox madly. Lennox gets up and is hit in the skull. He goes down. "The Wolverine" pops back up and goes down with another right. Back down he goes. Evan grabs Lennox and whips him in the ropes, nailing a clothesline.)

Eddie: Hurley is taking it to the former World champ here!

(Hurley brings Lennox back up. He goes for an Irish whip, but it's reversed. Evan bounces off the ropes. "The Wolverine" mistakenly lowers his head, and falls victim to a Pedigree as a result.)

Rick: A costly, and uncharacteristic mistake by Michael Lennox there.

Eddie: Lennox and Ulfric have their work cut out for them here.

Rick: The cousins are planning something here . . .

(Evan moves over to Adam and whispers in his ear . . . a grin escapes the rcovering Burke's lips. Hurley goes back over and trades a few more shots with the former NWA World Champion Micheal Lennox. Ever so slowly Evan actually wears down the mat technician and moves him into the corner . . . and tags in The Tiger.)

Rick: This is getting interesting here folks . . . what could these guys be planning?

(Adam rears back and lays a "Tigers Claw" Super kick right square into the jaw of Micheal Lennox sending him closer to the turnbuckle . . . at which point Evan flies off and hits The Violent Act driving Lennox�s head into the mat!)

Rick: AMAZING! TIGERS CLAW VIOLENT ACT COMBO!

Eddie: Here comes Ulfric!

(Hurley immediately cuts him off, hitting him with various blows. Burke sprinboards off the ropes, leaping backwards with a moonsault.)

Rick: The Asai Moonsault! He connects! Burke with the cover!

ONE!

Eddie: Can he...?

TWO!

Eddie: Burke pinning a former World champ???

THREE!!!!

Rick: YES! IT'S OVER!!

Rick: Adam Burke just pinned a former multi-time NWA Champion!

Eddie: Wow...

Rick: Burke and Hurley have proved tonight that they are the future, Eddie. They are the next wave!

(A final shot. Burke and Hurley stand in the ring, title belts hoisted above their heads.)

(The copyright laws roll, as usual. Then, the logo emerges.)

(Fade to black.)

(The show is over. The lights are off. The two crew members from the top of the show are hard at work tearing down the ring. The younger man is mopping the mat while the other one is unscrewing the ropes.)

Worker 2: Hey. Come here for a sec.

Worker 1: What is it now?

Worker 2: Holy jeez.

(The older worker slides under the top rope and walks into the ring.)

Worker 1: What, can�t you do anything without�

(He stops when he reaches the center of the ring where the other man is staring. His jaw dropped wide open.)

Worker 2: That is not happening, is it?

Worker 1: That�s it kid. I.. I�m leaving. If you want to stay here you can. But I�m gone.

(The first worker hops over the ropes and quickly makes his way to the nearest exit. The younger one pauses for a moment then copies his co-workers hasty exit.)

Worker 2: Wait for me!

(The camera then slowly pushes into what the men were looking at. The ring. More specifically the mat. Just beyond where the mop lies we can see the first hints of the crimson.)

(The mat� is bleeding.)

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