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[United Center Arena in Chicago, Illinois is light up by a rainbow of exploding fire works as more than 38,000 fans raise to their feet and begin to cheer. The I.W.A. theme begins to play as the Monday Night XTreme is about to take place. The comer from the rafters shows the loaded arena and then switches to the commentators' desk.]
Jonnie Falcon: Welcome to what should be one of the best Monday nights! I am Jonnie Falcon your colorful commentator and to my right is the not to well known, Richard Diamond!
[Suddenly, without warning, the lights go out. Maybe some kind of power cut. Whatever, the United Center Arena is in total darkness. The audience gasp in anticipation... The silence is broken by a male voice...]
Voice 1: The game's up, Dancer. We have ya surrounded!
[The sound of machine gun fire fills the ears of the fans with dread. The arena is temporarily light up by the bursts of fire from both men's guns. We can make out that both men are soldiers. Rushing toward them is their target, a ninja dressed completely in black...]
Voice 1: Uhh...
[Without warning, the arena lights kick back in again. In the middle of the isle, both soldiers lay unconscious. Standing over them, is the mysterious black clad ninja, who the more diehard I.W.A. fans will recognize as Shadow Dancer, of O.W.A. fame. At this stage, the crowd really don't know what to make of what's going on. During the time the lights were out, the I.W.A. ring has somehow been occupied by no less than 4 soldiers, all brandishing machine guns, which are
trained on the Shadow Dancer. Outside the ring is an Army officer, who commands his men...]
Officer: Whaddya waiting for, an invitation? Tear the sun of a bitch to shreds!
[But before his men can fire their weapons, the arena lights once again black out. The audience are probably wetting themselves at this point. The lights are out for a good 10-15 seconds. A pistol shot shatters the silence. Then, the lights flicker back into life. In the ring, 3 of the soldiers
lay unconscious, in a heap. The fourth grunt has been chased under the bottom rope by the Dancer. Shadow Dancer then looks over to the army officer, who looks a trifle unnerved. The army officer has his pistol trained on Shadow Dancer, but his hand is shaking so badly that he's never likely to land an accurate shot. Bang! He fires anyway, in perfect synchronization with the arena lights blacking out once again. Bang! Bang! This is the scariest thing most members of the audience have ever been through in their lives. Bang! Bang! Three seconds later, the lights come
back to life. The audience is estactic as Shadow Dancer stands in the ring, totally unharmed. Outside the ring, the army officer is shitting a brick. Shadow Dancer turns to the crowd as if to say, "Well, what should I do with the toad?" The crowd chant "Nail him!", or something equivalent. As Shadow Dancer is checking out the crowd's reaction, the army officer has trained his pistol on the ninja, ready for one last shot... Click! The barrel of the gun is empty! Without further ado, Shadow Dancer takes a run up and launches himself over the ropes, knocking the army officer to the ground with a flying body press. The crowd is on its feet. One fan at ringside calls the Dancer over.]
Fan: Dancer! Is that you? I loved you in the O.W.A.! Please say you've come to
wrestle here, in the I.W.A. We'd love ya here, man! Here, sign me an autograph!
[Shadow Dancer says nothing, but signs the fan's autograph. Before he hands it to the fan, he raises it up for the cameraman to focus on... he's signed the piece of paper "SHADOW DANCER - FUTURE I.W.A. CRUISERWEIGHT AND INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION" After handing the grateful fans his autograph, Shadow Dancer clicks his fingers, returning the arena to darkness. 10 or so seconds later, the arena lights kick back in, but the neither Shadow Dancer or any of the soldiers are anywhere to be seen.]
Jonnie Falcon: What the hell was all that about! Where the hell was the security?
[Man in the Box Alice in Chains begins to play as the fans welcome Just Amazin' with a medium pop. Mr. Steel: "From Bristol, Connecticut weighing in at 267 lbs. and standing at 6 feet 5 the man known as Just Amazin'!" Just Amazin' slowly makes his way to the ring while shaking fans hands. His theme ends and no other theme comes on. Mr. Steel: "And his opponent that no one cares about, Psycho Killer!" Psycho Killer comes out from behind the curtains as the fans welcome him with warm cheers. He dances down the ramp and slips inside the ring.]
Richard Diamond: What is Psycho Killer thinking? He is going to get killed by the Chunger! Boo! Boo! Get him off the stage! Ha, ha, ha!
[The bell rings and Just Amazin' quickly goes to work by sending the Psycho Killer into the ropes, and connecting with a drop kick. Just Amazin' lifts up his opponent back to his feet and send him back down with another drop kick! Amazin' now heads for the ropes and drops down with a leg drop to the neck of Psycho Killer, who begins to roll in pain. Just Amazin' continues with his work by lifting up Killer and connecting with a well executed DDT. Now Amazin' climbs to the to rope and comes down with a splash. No! The Psycho Killer rolls out of the way and Amazin' catches his stomach in pain. The Killer now gets back up to his feet and begins to work on his opponent's body by kicking him down as he tries to get.]
Richard Diamond: I think you might be right Jonnie. But one way or another, Chunger will win this match!
[The Psycho Killer lifts up Just Amazin' and grounds him with a power bomb into a cover... 1... 2... A kick out by Amazin' as the Killer only gets the two count. The Psycho Killer lifts up his opponent again and goes fro another power bomb. No! It's reversed by Amazin' into head scissors take down! How could he pull off a move like that?! He heads for the ropes and delivers a bull-dog, just as the Killer was getting back up. Now, Amazin' goes to the top rope again, but this time comes down with a quick somersault senton splash into a cover... 1... 2... th... No! The Psycho Killer refuses to stay down, as he raises his hand in the last second.]
Richard Diamond: Damn, when will these rookies learn to hook the leg when you pin the opponent? It could have been over, well it's going to be over anyway! Look Jonnie!
[Amazin' with another very well executed DDT that almost knocks the Psycho Killer into the next Monday. Just Amazin' picks up his opponent and connects with a Steiner screwdriver! No! It's his finisher the Amazin' Screwdriver! The ref begins the three count... 1... 2... 3...!]
Richard Diamond: Well it was just like I said it will be! But next time Just Amazin' better remember to hook that leg or he might not come back to win like he did.
[Everybody Have Fun Tonight begins to run over the PA system as The Chunger appears in the entrance. The people meet him with distaste and begin to boo, but there are some that try to reach for him as he walks down the ramp. Mr. Steel: "Coming down from Scarnton, Pennsylvania weighing in at 335 lbs. and standing at 6 feet and 10 inches here is The Chunger!" He gets into the ring by simply climbing to the apron and stepping over the ropes. Mr. Steel: "And his opponent the Snow Flake!" Snow Flake comes out running without a theme music and slips into the ring as the bell is sounded.]
Jonnie Falcon: I hope that this will be over before it can begin. I have no nerves for watching this crap anymore.
[The wrestlers lock their horns. The Chunger goes for a quick DDT, but Snow Flake pushes him away. They begin circling each other and lock up again. This time Chunger is able to connect with a side slam. He quickly gets up and lifts up his opponent. A spine buster! The Chunger now delivers a wishbone leg splitter and a quick leg drop. He lifts up Snow Flake once again and connects with a huge DDT into a cover... 1... 2... thre... No! The Snow Flake kicks out just in time. The Chunger gets up and climbs to the ropes. He waits until Snow Flake gets up and comes down with a bionic elbow. The Chunger lifts up his opponent yet again and screams in his face to fight back. At that moment Snow Flake garbs him and delivers a double arm DDT. He climbs the ropes and comes down with a driving elbow. No! He misses as the Chunger rolls out of the way. He quickly picks himself up and delivers a gut wrench power bomb. No! The Snow Flake manages to slips out of it somehow and send his opponent down with a sloppy drop kick.]
Jonnie Falcon: I have to say that this match is not that bad, what do you say Richard? Richard? Wake up we are on the air God damn it!
[Both men are up and they lock horns again. The Chunger gains the advantage and downs Snow Flake with an atomic drop, and follows it up with a quick leg drop. The Chunger quickly lifts up his opponent back to his feet, pick him up and puts him in the torture rack! Snow Flake begins to scream in pain, as the ref calls for the bell!]
Jonnie Falcon: An impressive win by the rookie Chunger. But I am glad that this is over. We can now move on to some tag team action. Richard, can you tell us who is going up against who? Richard?! What the hell are you doing?
[Highway to Hell begins to play as Shawn Waltman with the Cruiserweight title around his waist comes out, with Lokheel right behind him. Mr. Steel: "Coming down the ramp at a combined weight of 427 lbs. the I.W.A. Cruiserweight Champion Shawn Waltman and the number one contender for the title Lokheel... The Uuuunnniooonn!" Shawn and Lokheel make their way down to the ring smiling and dancing as the fans are exploding. All of a sudden Speil Mit Mir by Rammstein cuts in as the Fascist dressed in classical German Nazi suit come out. The fans explode once again. Mr. Steel: "And their opponents weighing in at a combined weight of 650 lbs. from Berlin, Germany... The Fascists!" Adolf Rammstein and Boris Hitler stroll down the ramp and enter the ring as the ref signals for the bell.]
Jonnie Falcon: Well here it goes. Lokheel will start off for the Union and Adolf.
[Lokheel quickly baseball slides under Adolf and before he can react he is sent down to the canvas with a vicious drop kick. Lokheel begins to stomp all over his opponent, but then stops and goes for the ropes. What a running elbow drop. Lokheel tags in Shawn who takes his turn stomping on Adolf. Shawn Waltman lifts up his opponent and goes for the crucifix. Wait! Adolf Rammstein reverses it into a samon drop. Adolf now gains the edge and delivers an inverted atomic drop. He tags in Boris who hits the ropes and comes down with a leg drop. Lokheel gets inside the ring but is sent down with a short arm clothesline. Now Shawn tries to get to Boris but he is sent down as well with a clothesline.]
Richard Diamond: It looks like it's going to be a hell of a match to the end.
[Lokheel rolls out of the ring as Boris scoop slams Shawn Waltman into the canvas. A tag is made and now Adolf connects with a sidewalk slam into a cover... 1... 2... thre.. No! Shawn kicks out just in time. Adolf lifts Waltman to his feet and tries to go for the neck breaker but Shawn somehow gets free and leaps to tag in Lokheel. His makes the tag and now Lokheel climbs the ropes and comes down with an atomic drop kick that send Adolf down like a ton of bricks. He climbs the ropes again and comes down with a shooting star press into a cover... 1... 2... three... No! It's broken up by Boris, who is right then sent down with a flying head scissors. Lokheel now runs for the ropes and comes up with a huricanrana on Adolf. He quickly tags in Shawn who comes down with a moon sault on Adolf and a drop kick on Boris who is sent falling down from the apron.]
Jonnie Falcon: Hey, look who is coming down here. Last time Adolf and Adam Waltman were together they had some bad blood between them, because Adolf sent Shawn to the hospital.
[Adam goes over to Boris Hitler and helps him up. Boris begins to thank him, but Adam kicks him in the stomach and grounds him with a DDT! What is going on here? Adolf is up and he looks surprised. He gets out of the ring to help Boris out as Lokheel begins to talk to the ref and gesticulate. Oh! What a hit by Adam! Adolf goes down after feeling the cold steel chair. Adam lifts him up and send him back I the ring where Lokheel lifts him up and delivers the Offroad DDT! He tags in Shawn who climbs to the top rope and comes down with a knee drop into a cover... 1... 2... 3! The Union advances to the finals. Adam slips into the ring as the fans remain surprised for a minute and then explode. Wait! There's Pyro running down the ramp. He slips into the ring and says something to Adam, but he begins to laugh and then delivers a DDT as the fans begin to cheer even louder. All three men. Lokheel, Shawn, and Adam raise their hand in victory and slips out of the ring as the fans are still going nuts.]
Richard Diamond: Where the hell is Agent Storm? This match should be won by the Fascists! They were simply ripped off!
Richard Diamond: Well, we are back! We apologize for the mix up and we promise not to ever go into one of those stupid commercials again. While we were in the comericail break the lights went back on and now The Chill and Fulton are in the ring awaiting the arrival of the Hardcore Champion, Clayton Slaughter!
[ Sad but True by Metallica begins to play over the arena speakers as the other two wrestlers are eagerly awaiting the arrival of the Hardcore Champion. Clayton Slaughter and his bodyguard Pain walk out from the curtains. The fans begin to boo like crazy. He starts to blow kisses to his fans as they seem to boo louder with every kiss. In his left hand he is carrying a microphone and in his right he is proudly holding his Hardcore Title. He finally enters the ring apron as Pain holds the ropes open for Clayton. He hands the belt to his bodyguard Pain and begins to speak. ]
Clayton Slaughter: Wait just one dam second here! Now I know I have a three-way match for my Hardcore Title tonight against The Pill and Fluoride Mouth-Wash Felton, but I have a couple of things to say first. This belt is just a stepping stone for the Great Clayton Slaughter, so with this I would like to say to all the millions of fans of mine and the two or three fans of these other dumb asses, I meant to say fine class athletes that Clayton Slaughter will not wrestle tonight! But don't worry I know that you all paid to see a Hardcore match and you will. I have been talking it over with my fallow Canadian Crippler and we decided we are doing some recruiting for one more member! The catch is he is one of the these wrestlers in this match right here right now! So I am officially stepping down as Hardcore Champion and moving on to bigger and better things so Pain if you may!
[Pain goes behind The Chill and locks his arms around him. While he is doing this Clayton goes over and acts like he is going to hit The Chill but then at the last second he turns around and nails "Suicide". "Suicide" falls down and Clayton start to kick him as Pain lets go of The Chill and all three men start to beat down on "Suicide". Clayton holds out his arms and all three men stop, Clayton leans over and hooks the Slaughterized on "Suicide" who sucks in all the pain. He finally lets go and goes over to the Hardcore Championship belt and picks it up and hands it to The Chill. The Chill looks down at the belt and Clayton runs to the ropes and goes straight at The Chill at full speed and Tenderizes him while he is still looking at the title. Clayton picks up The Chill and nails him with the Slaughter-Plex! He is out cold as well as "Suicide". Clayton climbs to the top ropes and yells for his bodyguard Pain to roll over Felton and The Chill together and Pain does. Then all of a sudden Clayton jumps off of the top ropes and hits a shooting star press on top of the two opponents. Pain then picks up The Chill and Clayton picks up the microphone again.]
Clayton Slaughter: Hey, Chilly boy you still think I don't know Hardcore? Huh boy?
[ Slaughter slaps The Chill across the face and Pain drops him to the ground. Clayton then throws the Hardcore Belt on the ground and him and his Bodyguard walk away as the fans boo them like crazy.]
Jonnie Falcon: What was that? That idiot destroys every good match here in I.W.A.! Agent Storm should do something about it.
[As Agent Storm Disappears behind the curtains two men comes out carrying the ladder. They bring it down to the ring and set it up in the middle. One of them grabs the belts and climbs up to hang it up as the other is holding it. Finally they are done and they fold the ladder and move it aside, and leave.]
Jonnie Falcon: How the hell are they suppose to fight when they are out? Wait, I'll take that back! Ha, ha, ha!
[The bell is rung as the Chill and Mike Fulton make an effort to get up to their feet after the beating put on by Clayton Slaughter and Pain. The Chill is up first and he goes over to the ladder and picks it up. Oh God! Mike Fulton goes down clutching his face as he just received a blow with the ladder! The Chill walks over to Fulton, raises the ladder above his head and then just lets go of it as it lands hard on the opponent. The Chill slips out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. He throws it in and slips back in. He moves the ladder to the other side of the ring and sets the steel chair in the middle. The Chill now lifts up Mike Fulton to his feet and tosses him into the ropes. A belly-to-belly suplex onto the steel chair by Chill! No, by Fulton! Mike manages to reverse the move with all that he has. Both men are down and begin to scramble to their feet once again. Mike Fulton is first and he picks up the chair and swings at the Chill, who was almost up. Back down goes Chill as the blood seems to be now coming down the left side of his head. Fulton throws out the chair and drag the ladder over to the fallen opponent. He puts Chill's leg in between the two parts of the ladder and drops down on it with a leg drop!]
Richard Diamond: Now, this is a match right here! I just wish that they would use some more hardcore equipment like the IceMan did last time... Maybe barbwire bat would help! Ha, ha, ha! Hey look who is up on the ramp smilieing! It's Tommy "Lo Life" Bruiser. What does he have to do with this?
[The Chill grabs his knee and tries to free his leg, but Mike Fulton just comes down with another leg drop! The Chill is in pain as Mike Fulton climbs to the top rope and delivers a double foot stomp on to the ladder, crushing Chill's leg in between. Fulton now frees Chill's leg and picks up the ladder. He walks over to the opposite corner and sets the ladder between the ropes. He next goes over to his opponent and lifts him up to his feet. Mike send him into the ladder but the legs under Chill give up and he falls in mid-way. Fulton sees that his plan won't work, so he switches to the other one. He grabs Chill's bad leg and drags him over to the corner as he is screaming in pain. Wow! The Chill is still in the game, as he uses the good leg to free himself. He then kick off Fulton sending him stomach first into the ladder. The Chill crawls to the ropes and tries to get up, but Fulton recovers and sweeps the legs from under his opponent, sending him back down. Mike now takes the ladder from the corner and sets it up in the middle. He begins to climb it to get the Hardcore Title but the Chill somehow manages to get up and climb the ladder right behind him. Oh! What a back suplex from the ladder by the Chill! He shows a lot of heart! Both men are down again and Fulton is the first one to make his way back to his feet once again.]
Jonnie Falcon: Both men show a lot of heart, guts, and the fans love it! They are up on their feet screaming since the moment this match started. I just wonder how long will this be on?
[Mike Fulton barley makes his way back up the ladder and is about to reach out for the title as the ladder begins to fall down with him! Mike tries to jump off and he makes it as the ladder falls down to the canvas with a thud. The men tie up and the bleeding Chill manages to overpower his opponent and send him down with a last effort vertical suplex! Where does this man gets his strength? Mike grabs his back in pain as the Chill begins to slowly set up the ladder to the position it was in before. He begins to climb it rung by rung, but in the corner of his eye he sees Fulton getting up. A big splash from the ladder by the Chill! No! Mike Fulton moves out of the way as his opponent comes down chest first into the canvas. Fulton lifts up Chill who's in total pain. Oh! What a swinging neck breaker by Fulton! He slips out of the ring and gets a steel chair. He gets back inside and opens it up. Mike lifts up Chill again and this time connects with a double arm DDT into the steel chair! No! The Chill manages to escape it one way or another and he's the one that connects with a DDT into the steel chair! Fulton is out as the Chill now goes over to the ladder and begins to climb it. He slowly and carefully makes his way up. The Chill reaches up and snaps the title! The bell is rung as the ladder falls down with Chill on it. A late and desperate move by Mike Fulton. The ref removes the ladder from the top of the Chill and helps him up. The Chill is finally up and he rises his title high in the air with pride. He then walks over to Mike Fulton and helps him up as they shake hands!]
Jonnie Falcon: Nothing better then the sportsmanship! It was one of the best matches ever here in the I.W.A.! But we still have another tag team match to go and the TV Title will be on the line as well!
[Natural Born Killaz begins to play as Allegro and Alcatraz walk out in street clothes. Allegro, seems to be holding a mic. The move down the ramp as Allegro begins to speak.]
Allegro: Okay, cut this carp right now. Me and my partner here, Alcatraz, have decided that we have no challenge here in the I.W.A. and that we should move on to bigger and better federations then this!
[Allegro and Alcatraz gets inside the ring ans The Untouchables appear and the fans explode. "Untouchable" Tony Sicero has a mic of his own and he and his partner "Big Time" Pauley Gambino slips inside the ring as well.]
Richard Diamond: This has to be good!
[Allegro and Alcatraz double chokeslam each of the members of The Untouchables, and begins to stomp on them! Wait, here comes what is left of the Corporate Team! Pyro, Adolf Rammstein, and the rest of the wrestlers begins to rumble as the security guards run down and take everyone away except Pyro.]
Jonnie Falcon: Well I guess that we'll see the Union and the Untouchables in the finals for the I.W.A. Tag Team Championship on the upcoming Pay Per View. I just wonder what else might happen tonight. First, we have a shooting between the soldiers who try to get the Dancer and then we have Clayton Slaughter vacating the title. Then we have a damn pretty good ladder match, and now we didn't even see the other tag team match! The Untouchables worked their ass off to win this match and all of a sudden all their work is thrown out the window!
[Pyro is already in the ring after the last rumble and he seems to be warmed up. As Mr. Steel is getting ready for the introduction, Pyro slips out of the ring and gets out a table from under the ring. He sets it up and gets back in the ring. Mr. Steel: "This next bout is scheduled to be a no DQ triple threat match for the I.W.A. Television Title! Already in the ring a member of the corporate team Pyrrooo! And his other two opponents first coming from Paris, France and weighting in at 238 lbs and standing at 6 feet and 3 inches Jacqueee Coooolll!" Pretty Fly For A White Guy begins to play as Jacque Cool with Mr. Ca$h comes down the ramp and slips into the ring. The fans are on their feet and are behind him form the beginning! Mr. Steel: "And his other opponent from Greenwich, Connecticut standing at 6 feet 5 and weighing in at 280 lbs. Tommy "Lo Life" Bruiser!" A mix of the Natural Born Killaz without the lyrics begins to play as Tommy comes out from behind the curtains. The fans explode once again this time even louder, as he walks down the ramp while slapping high fives with the fans!]
Richard Diamond: I'll go with Jacque Cool in this one Jonnie. He has some real talent unlike Pyro! I can't believe I used to like that guy.
[The bell rings and Jacque Cool slips out of the ring for a very early breather. Pyro and Tommy begin to circle each other and finally they lock up. It's Pyro who gains the early edge and nails Tommy Bruiser with a bull dog! He hits the ropes and tries to for a leg drop but sees that Tommy rolls out so he heads back for the ropes again and connects with a big clothesline that send the getting up Tommy to the outside. Oh God! Cool just nailed Bruiser with a steel chair! Down goes Pyro as well! Jacque Cool lifts up Pyro and scoop slams him. He picks up again and delivers a chest breaker. Down goes Cool now as he gets the privilage as well to feel the steel chair. Tommy now lifts up Pyro and connects with a hanging vertical suplex! He now goes up to Cool, lifts him up to his feet and downs him again with the fisherman's suplex.]
Jonnie Falcon: It looks like it's Tommy dominating right now. This early edge might give him the advantage through out the whole match.
[Tommy Bruiser lifts up Jacque and rolls him back inside the ring. He next lifts up Pyro and send him crashing into the guard rail. He lifts him once again and rolls him onto the table that Pyro himself has set up. He goes on top of the table by himself.. Oh my! The table brakes in half as Pyro's head penetrates through it. A show of strength by Tommy as he just connected with a piledriver! Tommy now leaves Pyro laying down in the broken up table and turns around to get back in the ring. A missile drop kick from the top rope by Jacque Cool. He picks up Tommy and runs him into the steel chair as they go crashing. However, Tommy manages to get back to his feet and picks up one part of the stairs. He nails Cool! And what's that? He's running full speed at the knocked out Pyro and throws the steps on top of him!]
Richard Diamond: Now this match is even better than the last one... I meant then the Hardcore one. Maybe someone will get killed in this one! Ha, ha, ha!
[Tommy goes over to the fallen Jacque Cool and rolls him back inside the ring. He slips in by himself carrying a steel chair. He sets it up in the middle and gorilla press slams Cool into the chair! He goes for the cover. No! He just turns over his opponent and lock on the Boston Crab! Jacque Cool taps once, twice, thr... No! He manages to get hold of the ropes and Tommy releases the hold. Jacque Cool barley gets up to his feet and baseball slides under Tommy Bruiser as he was going to clothesline him. A belly-back suplex by Jacque Cool. Jacque climbs to the ropes with a desperate motion and comes down with a somersault senton splash into a cover... 1... 2... thre... No! Tommy frees his arm in the last second. He lifts up his opponent and send him into the corner. No it's reversed by Tommy who fallows it up with a Oklahoma stampede! Tommy Bruiser shows some strhenght again as he delivers the fireman's carry. He goes for the cover... 1... What is that? Tommy gets up and lifts up Jacque Cool again as he gest a warning from the ref.]
Richard Diamond: What is he doing? He could have won the match by now! What an idiot!
[Tommy goes into the vertical suplex. No! He reverses it into a neck breaker. What agility for a big man like him. He lifts up Jacque Cool again and tries for another vertical suplex but Cool swirrls around him and before anything can be done by Tommy he connects with aGerman suplex! No! Tommy gets free and tries for the power bomb, but it's reversed into a hurricanrana by Jacque Cool! And a cover... 1... 2... thre... No! Tommy kick out again in the last second. Now both wrestlers are up they lock horns. Tommy over powers his opponent and simply throws him on to hi back. A torture rack by Tommy! The ref goes over to see Jacque Cool but his out! Tommy begins to jump in happiness but Pyro slips into the ring and nails him with a chair! No! Tommy saw what was coming and moved out of the way. A kick to the gut and another torture rack by Tommy! Pyro is out as well! The ref sounds for the bell, and we have the I.W.A. TV Champion! The ref hands over the title to Tommy who slips out of the ring and leaves. The fans are chanting his name as he soon disappears behind the curtains!]
Richard Diamond: What a match! Jacque Cool and Pyro tried to come back but Tommy just didn't give up! Was than man hurt at all during this match? Ha, ha, ha!
[The I.W.A.. theme begins to play as fire works explde again. The fans are going nuts as Pyro and Jacque cool are treated by the paramedics. Soon the camer fades and fuzzes as another show comes on the I.W.A. 24-hr channel.]
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