AF:  See?   What'd I tell ya?

LT:  Care to tell us who'll win the next match?

AF:  Uhh...  one prediction a night.

BM:  Right.  *sarcastic tone*

[As Axel looks for a witty retort, a cell phone is heard ringing.  Brad looks about, and reaches into his shirt pocket, pulling it out and speaking into it for a moment.  Then, he sighs heavily and speaks into the commentator's headset again.]

BM:  Business calls, guys.  Great time, who knows, I might even call another match or two with ya another time.

[As he disappears, Axel smirks.]

AF:  Can't match wits with me.

LT:  Axel, you're only half-right--  you're a half-wit.

AF:  Oh God, Lancey, you're startin' to disturb me.

[The bickering is halted as "Freedom" by Rage Against the Machine hits the speakers, causing the fans to begin cheering like mad.  Krash appears in the entranceway, dressed in black Kikwear pants and a black "Krash" sleeveless t-shirt.  He shows off a bit, then runs to the ring and slides in, taunting with the crowd, which goes nuts.  Then, he leans into a Shawn Michaels-style flex, which causes even more cheers.]

NR:  And we've got two heavy fan favorites locking up for this tournament match, Krash and Oliver Buchanan.

AF:  What a stupid name.

[Then, "Break Down the Walls" hits the speakers, as the cameras pan around, looking for the tournament entrant.  He appears from the barricade unexpectedly, and as he slides into the ring, Krash meets him and the two begin exchanging hard rights.]

LT:  Krash getting the better of the bigger man, hard right after hard right, and an Irish whip!  Krash on the return...  a knee to the gut that leaves Buchanan stunned...  Krash follows up with a knee to the face!

NR:  Krash is in control, driving an elbow into Buchanan's back...  and again!  He waits for "Shadow" to get to his feet...  [POP]  KRASH ROCKED THE RING WITH THAT HEAVY PILEDRIVER!  He covers!

ONE!

Kick out!

LT:  "Shadow" looks a bit stunned as Krash pulls him up again, and launches him into the ropes, Buchanan ducks a clothesline, Krash ducks one of Buchanan's on the return, Krash lowers for a back bodydrop...  [POP]  WOW!  BUCHANAN _LEVELED_ HIM WITH A RUNNING DDT!  THE COVER!

ONE!

TW-kick out!  That was close!

NR:  And Krash is definitely dazed from that shot, with all of Buchanan's three hundred and ten pounds driving his head into the canvas!  He lifts himself to a hunched-over position...  BUCHANAN WITH A JUMPING AXE KICK!

LT:  Krash rolls to the outside to gather his bearings, and get his wits together.  He's looking up at Buchanan, who's waiting and taunting...  Krash in, but Buchanan stomps repeatedly, over and over!  He jumps, and a knee drop flattens Krash!

AF:  BOR-RING!

NR:  Buchanan lifts Krash, Irish whip, Krash slides under Buchanan's waiting arm, waistlock, BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out at two and a half!  Krash gets up somewhat slowly, but still a lot faster than "Shadow"!

LT:  And Krash throws "Shadow" to the outside, following to the apron...  Buchanan up, and KRASH WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE!  What a maneuver!

NR:  Krash rolls Buchanan back in the ring...  he applies a lateral press!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-kick out!  Buchanan is hanging in there!

LT:  But barely, Nick, and Krash Irish whips Buchanan into the ropes...   misses a knife-edge chop...  [HUGE POP]  BUCHANAN WITH AN UNCHARACTERISTIC HURRICAN RANA!  THAT WAS AMAZING!

["IWL!  IWL!"]

NR:  How the HELL did he do that?!

LT:  I have no idea!  Both men down, the referee adminstering his ten count...  no one's moving!

NR:  Wait!  Buchanan is getting up...  he throws an arm across for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE-- NO!  Krash just barely kicked out!

LT:  And Krash is pulling himself to his feet, as Buchanan swings for the fences in a stiff lariat...  Krash ducks, Buchanan all around, [POP]  KRASH HITS THE PARK SLAM!  BUCHANAN IS DOWN AND KRASH IS ASCENDING THE TURNBUCKLES!

NR:  He's on top and showing off...  man, that's wasting time...   KRASH LAUNCHES FOR THE SUPREME SLAM!! [b.k.a Hip Hop Drop or Top Rope Legdrop]   HE MISSED!  HE MISSED!!

AF:  HAHA!  MORON!

LT:  BUCHANAN IS CAPITALIZING!  HE TUCKS KRASH'S HEAD BETWEEN HIS LEGS...   BLACK LIGHTNING!  BLACK LIGHTNING!!  [Tiger Faceslam]  THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!  BUCHANAN GOT THE VICTORY!

[Oliver Buchanan rolls from the ring as referee Hunter raises his hand in victory.  Krash looks after Buchanan in dismay, shaking his head.]

NR:  That was immense!  And up next, "The Body" Bryce Conner takes on Brujah, which should be another great match!

[After a moment, "Harvester of Sorrow" by Metallica begins to shove itself fron the speakers.  The jeers are loud, but there are quite a few cheers from anti-Conner fans.  Brujah appears on the entranceway, as an image of flickering fire erupts onto the CG-tron.  He slowly walks down the aisle, his head low, keeping himself oblivious to all the cheers or jeers about him.  He then climbs to the apron, and steps between the ropes, then lets his arms slowly rise into the air, with his fingers outstretched, as fire slowly erupts from the ringposts.

Just as suddenly, the Body Bryce Conner bolts down the ramp, while Brujah's theme plays on.  He clotheslines Brujah from behind, and begins to unleash hard right hands on him.  ***DING DING DING***]

NR:  Bryce Conner is wasting _no_ time in hammering away at Brujah, and he throws him to the ropes, responding with a massive clothesline!

LT:  Both these guys are good at what they do, and it shows.  Brujah down with a leg lariat, and Bryce is handing this match like it was a walk in the park!

AF:  Don't count on it, fatty.

LT:  OH MY GOD!  BRUJAH JUST LEVELED CONNER WITH A POWERSLAM!

ONE!

Kick out!  Man, that rocked the ring!

NR:  You're telling me!  Bryce whipped into the ropes, he leapfrogs Brujah,  drops down, leapfrogs--  POWERBOMB!  BRUJAH HOLDS FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

T-kick out again!  Bryce is only fazed for a second!

LT:  And Brujah lifts him in a vertical suplex, but Conner slides over and down, waistlock takedown, Brujah makes the switch into a hammerlock, Bryce reverses into a hammerlock of his own, Brujah goes for the short clothesline, Bryce ducks, WHAT A DROPKICK!  The fans are cheering at that amazing technical display, and with rightful reason!

NR:  And Bryce keeps the assault up with a legsweep, and an elbow to the chest!  He stands and drops the weight on Brujah again through the elbow!  He hauls Brujah to his feet...   Bryce to the ropes, a lariat that staggers Brujah!  Bryce off the ropes, another lariat!  Bryce off the ropes, BRUJAH DUCKS THE LARIAT AND CATCHES CONNER'S ARMS IN A CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB!  THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

Kickout!  Damn, that was close!

LT:  Brujah doesn't look fazed in the least, as he pulls Conner up...  Conner belts Brujah where the sun don't shine!  With Brujah doubled over in pain, CONNER WITH THE KNEE SMASH!   He got a good piece of him there!

NR:  Brujah's down, and Conner applies a standing armbar!  He's really working at that limb...   driving the knee into the shoulder base!

LT:  Brujah now fought to his feet, he turns the armbar into a hammerlock, Bryce reverses [POP] AND BRUJAH SIMPLY HAYMAKERS HIM!  Bryce looks dazed and Brujah's calling for the Eve of Destruction!  [Implant DDT]

AF:  Great plan, jackass!

NR:  Bryce with the dodge and the slide under Brujah's arms, and Brujah turns...  Brujah hooks him for a vertical suplex, he's really got him up there...  [HUGE POP]  MY GOD!   THE SMOKIN' BODY!  [Screwdriver]  THE SMOKIN' BODY!  THAT'S ALL!   BRYCE COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!  IT'S ALL OVER!!

[Immediately, Bryce takes off, leaving his opponent in the center of the ring.  The lights dim as EMTs come out...  but when the lights return, Brujah is no longer there.  Then, they shrug and turn to one another with confused stares.]

NR:  And I'm being told that the first three competitors have advanced, it's time for the World Tag Team Title matchup!

MJ:  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...  IT IS NOW TIME FOR THE FIRST PINFALL WINS, WORLD TAG TEAM TITLE MATCHUP!

INTRODUCING FIRST...

[An interruption of Mike Jackson occurs as the (only) memorable hit of Right Said Fred hits the speakers, "I'm Too Sexy".  James Willoughby, the current IWL Hardcore Champion appears and flaunts it for a chorus of female screams.  Then, he makes his way to ringside, where he dons a commentator's headset and plops down next to Axel, who groans aloud and tries his best to avoid Willoughby.]

James "Sexy Boy" Willoughby:  Good evenin', gentlemen...  and even you, Axel, ya dumb spaghetti.

AF:  Oh, shut up.

["More Human Than Human" hits, and the IWL crowd _explodes_ for the former IWL World Tag Team Champions.]

MJ:  AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE POUNDS...  THE REIGNING CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD AND A FORMER IWL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...   CHA-RRRRIS THERRRRIN!  DAAAAAAN SLAAAAATE!  THE BOMB SQUAAAAD!!

[Therin and Slate both appear in the entranceway, to a deafening ovation.  Therin holds the Cruiserweight Title aloft to massive cheers, and Slate simply readies himself for the task at hand.]

MJ:  AND NOW...  AT A COMBINED WEIGHT OF FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHT POUNDS...  HUDSON, AND CARNAGE, TOTAL HYSTERRRIA!!

[The tag team theme hits the speakers, and the two mentioned athletes receive a decent pop as they make their way to ringside, Hudson playing the fan favorite and Carnage looking back and forth over the crowd.]

SB:  Look at that thing...  he wears a mask!  Someone got to him with the Ugly Stick before I did!

[As two teams already begin to brawl, "Higher"" by Creed hits the speakers and the massive man in Jeff Gaudet runs out, sliding into the ring and administering hard rights to anyone in the way.]

NR:  The action's hot and we haven't even gotten our World Tag Team Champions into the fray!

[Barely does Nick speak the words before "Rico" hits the speakers.  The fans _erupt_ for the pair appearing at the top of the ramp, World Tag Team Titles around their waist.  Chris Davison and Jake Greenlaw burst out and race to the ring, sliding in.  Chris goes for Slate while Greenlaw mixes it up with Hudson.  Therin, Gaudet, and Carnage are in an odd three-way battle, but referee Hunter manages to settle it down to Therin and Gaudet.]

LT:  Look at this, Nick.  Therin's giving away seventy-seven pounds and around a foot to Gaudet...   but he's definitely not backing down.

NR:  Therin talking trash to Gaudet and gives him a hard right hand that fazes the big man!   Gaudet retaliates with a shove that sends Therin sprawling, but when he goes to follow up, Therin sweeps his legs out from under him and applies a half crab, but Gaudet turns over and grabs the ropes quickly!

LT:  Both men back on their feet, and Therin's going to have to utilize speed if he's to outdo Gaudet, who's easily the more powerful of the two.  And Gaudet ties up, and throws Therin to the ropes, MILITARY PRESS INTO A GUTBUSTER!  Wow, what a move!

SB:  Damn, this spaghetti's got balls  Fighting a tag team match alone, who's his partner?

LT:  Well, he's shown some roots of friendship with Raoul Ramirez Gonzalez...

SB:  That little Nicaraguan guy?

NR:  Actually, he's--

SB:  Yeah, I don't see the little Brazilian around.

LT:  And Gaudet's keeping an advantage on Therin, he's got him in the corner and swings with a massive clothesline...  Therin ducks, Gaudet turns, WOW!  A SPINNING HEEL KICK FROM THERIN THAT NEARLY DECAPITATED GAUDET!

NR:  And Therin wisely tagging to his partner, Dan Slate...  Slate with the Irish whip to the ropes, POWERSLAM!

ONE!

TWO!!

Kick out on Gaudet's part, but Therin springs to the ropes with a picture perfect Asai moonsault!

ONE!

TWO!!

Kick out again!  Jeff Gaudet is still in there!

LT:  And he's showing amazing stamina and courage to walk into a Tag Team Title match without a partner!   Jeff is up, and he's Irish whipped into the ropes, he sidesteps Slate's patented superkick!  On the comeback, GAUDET WITH A HELL OF A LARIAT!  BUT GAUDET MISSED AND HIT THE REFEREE!

NR:  As if on cue, all four...  err, three and a half teams are now in the ring!  Chris Davison on the top rope...  MISSILE DROPKICK TO THE FACE OF SLATE!  GREENLAW WITH THE FOLLOW UP MOONSAULT!

LT:  HUDSON AND CARNAGE THROW VIEWER DISCRETION FROM THE RING!  AND THERIN WITH A SPRINGBOARD SOMERSAULT PLANCHA TO THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

NR:  ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE!  SLATE IS BATTLING WITH CARNAGE, GAUDET WITH A TILT-A-WHIRL TOMBSTONE ON HUDSON!

LT:  GREENLAW AND THERIN ARE BACK IN THE RING, AND DAVISON VAULTS OVER WITH A SLINGSHOT PLANCHA THAT DROPS THEM BOTH TOO!  THE ROOF IS BEING BLOWN OFF BY THE IWL CHANT!

["IWL!  IWL!  IWL!"]

NR:  Finally, order is restored as Hunter clears the cobwebs, and Gaudet and Slate are in!  Slate dropkicks Gaudet, and again, and again...  Gaudet tags in Jake Greenlaw as he hits the ropes, Gaudet dodges Therin's clothesline, Therin leapfrogs Gaudet on the return...   [HUGE POP]  MY GOD!  JAKE GREENLAW USED GAUDET AS A SPRINGBOARD TO DROPKICK DAN SLATE RIGHT OUT OF THE AIR!

LT:  Greenlaw is utterly amazing sometimes, Nick, but Slate's no stranger to incredible moves.   Wait, Greenlaw covers!

ONE!

Kick out!  Jake Greenlaw waited far too long to utilize that move!

NR:  And Greenlaw whips Slate to the ropes, Slate with the slide under Greenlaw and the waistlock, and he shoves him toward the ropes, pulling him backward into a pinning predicament!

ONE!

Kick out!  Greenlaw's a fresh man!

LT:  And now they're up, Greenlaw whips Slate, Slate reverses, Therin pulls down the ropes!  Slate follows to further do damage, but Jeff Gaudet tags himself in from Slate!

NR:  Gaudet boots Slate in the gut and powerbombs him, temporarily removing him from the match, but he's turned around and Therin delivers a superkick!

LT:  That superkick earned Therin a record-time singles win, Nick.  No matter what the size, you're staying down.

NR:  What the Hell is Kevin Sash doing?  He's coming down the aisle, he pulls Hudson off the ring apron while Hunter tries to separate Davison and Therin, SASH BOMB!  HUDSON IS DOWN!   CARNAGE GETS A CHOKESLAM!

LT:  JAKE GREENLAW WITH A FLYING SENTON BACKSPLASH ONTO SASH!  KEVIN'S HERE FOR SOMEONE, BUT WHO?!

NR:  Sash is up faster than Greenlaw from the senton, he rolls Greenlaw into the ring, SLATE SPINEBUSTERS GREENLAW!  GREENLAW ROLLS OUTTA THE RING!

SB:  This stops...

LT:  What's Willoughby doing?  He's behind Sash...  he taps him on the shoulder...   Sash turns around...  ONE NIGHT STAND!  ONE NIGHT STAND!

NR:  WILLOUGHBY'S ON THE APRON!  GAUDET MAKES THE TAG?!

LT:  HUNTER ALLOWS IT!  WILLOUGHBY IN WITH SLATE WHILE VIEWER DISCRETION TANGLE IT OUT WITH SASH AND THERIN!  SLATE GOES FOR THE SPINEBUSTER, WILLOUGHBY WITH A DDT REVERSAL!   SLATE'S UP, ONE NIGHT STAND!  HE DROPS FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!  JEFF GAUDET AND JAMES WILLOUGHBY ARE THE NEW IWL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD!

["I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred hits the P.A. speakers, as James Willoughby holds aloft the Hardcore Championship and the World Tag Team Championship.  Still , the remaining participants brawl away, through the crowd and out of sight, as the new IWL Tag Team Champions both make their exit.]