LT:  Silva to the turnbuckles, he hooks Grant... [POP] A HEAVY TORNADO DDT!   THAT _PLANTED_ GRANT!

NR:  But he's being cocky, and he doesn't go for the cover, rather he climbs the turnbuckles!

LT:  He goes for a flying elbow...  he misses!  Gator rolled outta the way and now, Silva paid the price!

NR:  And maybe more, Lance, Gator's got a submission target!  And he's got short arm scissors applied on Silva, who's writhing in pain!

AF:  *snnnrk*

LT:  What the Hell...?

NR:  Asleep.  For real.  Damn, someone better fire him.

LT:  Don't worry about it, Nick...  Silva got the ropes!  Gator is forced to let go!

NR:  And Silva is pulling himself up white Gator is readying...  Gator aims for the clothesline, but Silva ducks, turns him around, boot to the stomach...   [HUGE POP]  THE STERLING SHOT!  GATOR'S DOWN!

LT:  Silva drags Gator to the center of the ring and runs for the ropes...   DOUBLE SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!

ONE!

TWO!!

Kick out!  Gator is hanging in there!

NR:  But barely, Lance!  And Silva yanks him to his feet, throws Grant to the ropes...  [POP]  LAST DITCH MOVE!  GRANT WITH THE PILEDRIVER COUNTER WHEN SILVA TELEGRAPHS THE BACK BODYDROP!

LT:  Both men are down!  The referee is up to four!  And Silva and Grant, both up...  Grant boots Silva and delivers a stalling vertical suplex!   He holds and rolls through, and attempts another one...  CRAIG SILVA WITH THE FIREMAN'S CARRY...  SILVA LINING!  [Fireman's carry into a reverse DDT]   IT'S OVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!  CRAIG SILVA GOES ONWARD!  CRAIG SILVA ADVANCES!

[Silva grins and gloats to the fans, taunting and basking in the boos.  He slides outta the ring, and struts down the aisle, content in his victory.]

LT:  Wow!  I mean, the IWL has a tendency to deliver great matches, but that one was intense!  And what's next, does it say?

[Lance is seen looking at a small clipboard.]

LT:  Wow!  Dan Slate and Mikey Violent, these two have talked trash about one another so much in the past few weeks, that this match has turned into a grudge match!

[Suddenly, KoRn's "Somebody Sometime" rocks the crowd into jeers, as Violent makes his way from the back.  His attire is unusual to say the least, a red shirt with a white apron and black pants.  The lights flicker red and white, an unusual strobe effect.  Finally, after a bit of cursing out the crowd, Mikey slides into the ring, closely followed by his manager, Big Guido.   The large man carries a pizza peel, and a bowl of flour, wearing a fine Italian tailored suit.]

MJ:  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...  THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!  FIRST, WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY POUNDS...  ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY BIIIIG GUIIIDO...  HE IS THE MASTER OF THE VIOLENT SPIN...   MIIIIIKEEEEY VIIIIOLENNNNNT!

[The booing and jeers are ceased and cut short as "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie hits the speakers, and the fans rush to their feet, exploding with cheers for the fan favorite.]

MJ:  AND NOW...  HIS OPPONENT...  WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY FIVE POUNDS...  HE IS A FORMER IWL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION AND THE MASTER OF THE DROP BOMB....  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, DAAAAAAAN SLLLLLAAAAATE!

[Slate appears in the entrance, and Mikey starts to call him on from the ring.  Slate has his usual determined look, ready to wrestle and not to just threaten.  He begins to run, sliding in the ring and quickly getting to his feet, sparking a straight out fistfight.]

LT:  Slate, Violent, exchanging hard rights!  Neither of these men relying on their techniques, rather their fists and hard ones at that!

AF:  Huh?  Whuzza...  *snore*

NR:  Slate with a lariat for Violent, sending him to the outside and to the floor!  Mikey's up...  SLATE WITH A BASEBALL SLIDE THAT SENDS HIM TO THE ANNOUNCER'S TABLE!  Slate is playing to the fans as Violent regains his bearings!

LT:  And Violent rolling back in, Slate takes advantage...  he hooks Violent and delivers a MASSIVE brainbuster!  He covers!

ONE!

Kick out!

NR:  And Slate doesn't let up for a second, he applies a front facelock, driving his knee into the small of Mikey Violent's back!

LT:  That's gonna hurt, Lance, and he's definitely feeling the effects as we speak!

[A loud thud is heard, and the camera pans to the men at the announcer's table, looking at the now-awake form of Axel Fury, after his head had banged into the monitor.]

AF:  Son of a B(bleep)TCH!

[Nick and Lance chuckle, and then proceed back to the in-ring action.]

NR:  Mikey's fought his way outta the hold...  he fires elbows into the gut of Slate...   Mikey off the ropes, Slate misses with the clothesline, Mikey on the return with a cross-body press!

ONE!

TW-kick out by Slate!  Mikey picks him up, and throws him into the ropes with the Irish whip, a knee to the gut that leaves Slate clutching his stomach!

LT:  You can bet that Mikey's looking to show Slate that his "veteran" status in the IWL doesn't necessarily mean he's the best around.

AF:  Gee, ya think?  You cease to amaze, Lancey.

NR:  Isn't it "never" cease to amaze?

AF:  *demanding tone*  Were you even _listening_ to what that moron said?

LT:  Stop bickering and call the action--  OH MY GOD!  DAN SLATE WAS JUST PITCHED OVER THE TOP AND FACEFIRST INTO THE COMMENTARY TABLE!

AF:  HA HA HA!   LOSER!

NR:  Slate is down!  He's been driven pretty hard, and Mikey Violent hauls him into the ring, hoisting him up for the Violent Spin!  [Spinning Tommy-hawk]

LT:  Slate slides down Mikey's back and hits a HUGE snap German suplex!  Both men are down!   Both are trying to find fight left in them!

AF:  Find fight?  Oh, geez...  new book of clichés for Christmas this year, Lancey?

NR:  Slate is dazed but to his knees, Mikey's stunned but up on one knee and a foot...  Mikey goes for the clothesline, Slate ducks, crucifix into a backslide!

ONE!

TWO!!

TH-kick out!!  Violent is _still_ in there!

LT:  But barely, Nick, and Slate seems to have a second wind.

NR:  Slate is on his feet, looking less wavery and wobbly than Mikey...  but Mikey boots Slate in the gut and delivers a MASSIVE powerbomb!  I think Mikey was suckering us all!   He covers Slate!

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE-NO!  My GOD!  Slate kicked out AGAIN!

LT:  Dan Slate is showing that fortitude, that pain tolerance and the will to win that drove him so far in past IWL days!  And so far, it's working, but if Mikey keeps up this offense, Slate just might end up on the losing end of this match!

NR:  I hear ya, and Mikey's lifting Slate up yet again, ready to deliver another crushing blow, I think...  Slate breaks Mikey's hold on him...  boots him in the gut, vertical suplex...  FALCON ARROW!  Slate holds for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR-NO!  How the HELL are they doing it?

AF:  Umm, well...  they both just move their shoulders off the mat.

LT:  Slate up, Mikey up...  Mikey charges Slate, Slate ducks the lariat, Mikey on the return...   SPINEBUSTER!  DAN SLATE'S SPINEBUSTER!  IT'S OVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!  DAN SLATE IS BACK!

["More Human Than Human" blares on the speakers as Dan holds his arm high in victory, proud of his advancement.  He slides out of the ring and heads to the back, tired but content in his wrestling skills.]

NR:  What an immense match!  And Dan Slate hasn't lost any steam!

LT:  Mikey Violent put up a Hell of a fight, though, and there's definitely no shame in losing a match like this.

AF:  Are you _kidding_ me?  Slate sucks!

[A moment later, Creed's "Higher" hits the speakers, which in turn causes the fans to pop loudly.  Jeff Gaudet appears in the entranceway, smiling and giving a slight wave to the fans.]

Mike Jackson:  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...  THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!  INTRODUCING FIRST, HAILING FROM EDMONTON, ALBERTA, CANADA, HE IS THE MASTER OF THE DEATH FROM ABOVE...   JEFFFF GAUUUUDET!

AF:  BOOO!!

LT:  This guy is clearly the fan favorite, Nick, and he's got a serious height and weight advantage.

NR:  Yeah, but the Natural has those tear-apart technical skills, he can degenerate you slowly and surely, body part by body part.

AF:  [Bored.] Yeah, it's a snoozefest all right...  they both suck equally.

[As the song finishes, Jeff limbers himself up on the ropes.   Suddenly, "The Natural's" theme music hits, and a chorus of boos rises from the crowd.  He laughs, shrugging them off.  He slides into the ring and immediately begins trash talking Gaudet, who simply smirks and laughs in the Natural's face.]

MJ:  AND HIS OPPONENT...  HAILING FROM GREENWICH, CONNECTICUT...  HE IS THE ONE, THE ONLY, THE NATURAL!

[The referee adminsters the pre-match checking for loaded boots and such, and as soon as he finishes the check, calls for the bell.  *DING DING DING*]

NR:  And the Natural is wasting _no_ time in putting the boots to Jeff Gaudet, not wanting to let the big man catch the opportunity.

LT:  Brilliant strategy by the technician in the match, no matter how cocky he is.  Oh, beautiful knife-edge chop!  [THWACK!] [WHOO!]  And another!  [THWACK!] [WHOO!]   And an Irish whip, Gaudet with the reversal, the Natural ducks the boot [HUGE POP] AND GAUDET NEARLY TOOK THE HEAD OF THE NATURAL CLEAN OFF WITH A STIFF LARIAT!  HE DROPS FOR THE COVER!

ONE!

Kick out, it's too early!

NR:  I gotta tell ya, Lance, this is definitely going to blow some minds and turn some heads.  And Gaudet capitalizing on the Natural's dizziness by launching into him with a leg drop!

LT:  Gaudet's got the height and weight advantage--

AF:  WE KNOW!!

[Nick and Lance stare at the impatient Axel.]

AF:  ...what?

NR:  And Gaudet has the Natural high above his head in a military press...  [HUGE POP]   GAUDET THREW THE NATURAL ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!  THE ROOF IS BEING BLOWN OFF WITH THE IWL CHANT!

LT:  The Natural better get in the ring soon...  I'm sure that Gaudet would just as easily take a countout victory to advance to the semi-finals.

NR:  The Natural is no coward--  he's headed for the ring, but the referee is up to six as Gaudet leans over the ropes to pull the Natural in by the hair...  [POP]  The Natural grabs Gaudet's head and jams the top rope into his throat!  He was playing possum!

AF:  Now _that_ is what I came to see!

LT:  I'm telling ya, Nick, the Natural is a smart man.  And he's showing it in the ring.   Look at the armbar he's got on Gaudet, he's taking those military presses away from the big man's arsenal.

NR:  But Gaudet's using his upper body strength to deny the Natural that...  [SLIGHT POP] and Gaudet throws the Natural to the ground, he's looking for another lariat...  Natural ducks and responds by throwing Gaudet over the top and onto the apron, Gaudet back up, [HUGE POP]  MY GOD!  WHAT A SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK BY THE NATURAL, AND GAUDET HAS BEEN INTRODUCED TO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!

AF:  I _really_ like this guy.

LT:  Gaudet is trying to clear the cobwebs, [POP] Natural with a plancha...  [BIGGER POP]   Gaudet caught him in mid-air...  [HUGE POP]  GAUDET WITH A HARD FALLAWAY SLAM ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!

NR:  You gotta ask yourself if Gaudet is thinking about these moves, that fallaway slam looks like it took a lot out of him.  I think he hit his back pretty bad.

LT:  Either way, it equals pain!  Gaudet is pulling himself in, and the Natural is right behind him...  Gaudet fires with a toe kick...  [POP]  THE BIG MAN GOES FOR AN ENZUIGIRI...  [BIGGER POP]  OH MY LORD!!  HE DAMN NEAR DECAPITATED THE NATURAL!!

NR:  Looks like I was right, Gaudet is holding his lower back as he stands back up...  LOW BLOW BY THE NATURAL!  Oh, what a DDT followup!

LT:  You were right about his intelligence in-ring, too...  he's working on the injured back of Gaudet.  Look at that Boston crab, beautifully applied!

NR:  Jeff is struggling for the ropes...  I doubt that he'd tap to a simple maneuver, but I don't think he has another option if he doesn't get the ropes.

AF:  Of course he doesn't!

NR:  What?

AF:  He either has to tap out or get the ropes!  There aren't any other options!  Moron...

LT:  ...

NR:  ...

AF:  What?  What're you staring at?

LT:  GAUDET HAS THE ROPES!  THE REFEREE IS FORCING THE NATURAL TO LET GO!

AF:  Aww, sh.....  shucks.

NR:  Gaudet is in pain, though, Lance...  that fallaway slam may have cost him the match.

LT:  Looks like it may have, Gaudet is struggling to get up.  The Natural, taking his time with a diving shoulder off the ropes into Gaudet's back...  and another, off the ropes and into Gaudet's back...  and another off the ropes [HUGE POP] AND GAUDET FROM NOWHERE WITH THE SPINEBUSTER SLAM!  THE NATURAL HAS JUST HAD HIS LIGHTS PUT OUT WITH A LAST-DITCH DESPERATION MOVE!

NR:  That had all of Gaudet's near-three hundred pound frame put into it, there's no shame in staying down for that one!  And Jeff with the one-arm cover...

ONE!

TWO!!

And the Natural squirms a shoulder from the canvas!   That was close!

LT:  These two have put on a--

AF:  Which is it, Lancey, a slobberknocker or a good piece of business?

LT:  These two have put on a hell of a fight, and we're only minutes in!   I have a feeling it'll be over soon, though...  the Natural is whipped to the ropes, [POP]  GAUDET GETS A KNEE IN THE GUT!  THE NATURAL OFF THE ROPES AND GAUDET GETS ANOTHER KNEE!  OFF AGAIN, [MASSIVE POP] AND THE NATURAL HAS BEEN FLATTENED WITH A TILT-A-WHIRL INTO A TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!  I THINK GAUDET BROKE HIS NECK ON THAT ONE!

AF:  How cliché.

NR:  Gaudet standing on his feet, and the Natural is on his knees, Gaudet looking for the powerbomb, but the Natural sweeps his legs away...  ELEVATED CRAB!   THE NATURAL MAY HAVE ENDED THIS MATCH RIGHT NOW!

LT:  GAUDET FIGHTING FOR THE ROPES AGAIN...  HE GOT THEM!  THE REFEREE PULLS THE NATURAL FROM GAUDET, BUT THE DAMAGE MAY BE DONE!

AF:  "May be done"...  oh, I've really loved missing Hawaii for this crack commentary team.

NR:  Gaudet is heavy to get up...  [POP] OHH!  THE NATURAL WITH A LEG-CRADLING PILEDRIVER!  HE COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!!

THR--NO!  GAUDET BARELY KICKED OUT!

The Natural is looking pissed!  Ahem, pardon my French.

LT:  This match is amazing!  Gaudet is strugging to get up, but his legs and lower back don't want to cooperate!  And the Natural pulls him to his feet, and with a stiff knife-edge chop!  [THWACK!]  [WHOO!]  And another!   [THWACK!]  [WHOO!]  And now with an Irish whip, [HUGE POP] WHAT INNOVATION!  A LIFTED SPINNING DDT!  HE COVERS!

ONE!

TWO!!

THRE-MY GOD!  HOW DID HE KICK OUT?!

NR:  I think this can be nominated for an insider award for "Match of the Month", if our friend here ever decides to do his damn job.

AF:  Uhh--

LT:  And please, Axel, don't tell us your dog ate the last few.

AF:  ...he's got an appetite?

NR:  The Natural is holding this match in control...  he hooks Gaudet and delivers a nice springboard DDT!  He's grabbing Gaudet from behind, and he hooks him in a dragon sleeper, but Gaudet kicks his legs right over top of the Natural's head, [POP] and somehow converts it into a reverse DDT!  Both me are down!  But Gaudet is rising with the decibel level as the fans begin cheering like mad...  he grabs the Natural for the setup...  heads for the turnbuckles...  [HUGE POP]  HOLY SH--

LT:  UNBELIEVABLE!  JEFF GAUDET WITH THE DEATH FROM ABOVE! [Modified Jackhammer/Powerbomb from the top]  IT'S OVER!  IT'S GOTTA BE!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

I THINK THE NATURAL'S BEEN LAID OUT!

NR:  I can't get over that...  do you realize that his one maneuver might win him the tournament?

AF:  Oh, come on, Nicky.  Do you see the strength required for that?   You want a finishing maneuver, you gotta pick something that can be done anywhere, anytime.  For instance, something like a cradle piledriver.

LT:  As much as I hate to say it...  he's right.

AF:  I'm gonna buy the replay just to tape Lancey sayin' that!  *cackles*

MJ:  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...  THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS THE MATCH FOR THE CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

INTRODUCING FIRST...  FROM VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA...  HE STANDS AT FIVE FEET ELEVEN INCHES, AND IS ACCOMPANIED BY DEBRA DARK...  MYST!

[Challenger number one to the Cruiserweight Title is seen in the entranceway, as his theme rings out through the arena.  He slowly walks the aisle with a blue spotlight trained on him, until he makes it into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope.  Debra Dark follows, but instead of entering the ring, she stands in MYST's corner on the outside.]

MJ:  AND HIS OPPONENT...  WEIGHING IN AT APPROXIMATELY ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN POUNDS...  "THE PEACOCK" REENA ANZISINN!

[There is a moderate reaction for the newcomer as she smiles and walks for the ring, with Billy Joel's "Always a Woman to Be" playing over the PA.]

AF:  "The Peacock"?

MJ:  AND NOW...

["More Human Than Human" begins to play and the fans explode in cheers.]

MJ:  HE STANDS AT FIVE FEET, ELEVEN INCHES AND WEIGHS IN AT APPROXIMATELY TWO HUNDRED AND TEN POUNDS...  HE IS ONE HALF OF THE BOMB SQUAD...  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAY I INTRODUCE TO YOU, THE REIGNING CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORRRRRRLD, CHA-RRRRIS THERRRRRRRIN!

[After the long introduction, Therin appears in the entranceway, and he looks totally focused on the match.  In a sprint down the aisle, Therin lobs the the title to the referee, slides in, and begins to hammer on both Reena and MYST with hard rights.]

NR:  Wow!  The champion starting things off heavy to both participants!   He clotheslines Reena to the outside!  MYST tires to stop Therin's momentum, and Therin throws him over the top and to the outside, right onto Reena!  Therin wastes no time, he goes off the ropes and [HUGE POP]  SASUKE SPECIAL MOONSAULT TO THE OUTSIDE!  THERIN IS SHOWING THIS NEW CROWD JUST _WHY_ HE HAS BEEN THE CHAMPION FOR SO LONG!

LT:  I love these matches, Nick.  They're fast-paced and incredible, especially with competitors like Chris Therin, Reena Ansizinn--

AF:  I swear to God, if you include MYST in that group, I'll backhand you.

NR:  And Therin's taking it to MYST on the outside, hard rights!  Therin ties up for a technical maneuver...  [HUGE POP]  REENA OFF THE TOP WITH A SUICIDE PLANCHA TO BOTH MEN!  ALL THREE ARE DOWN!

LT:  And Reena capitalizes, throwing MYST into the ring...  he hops to the apron and slingshots over, MISSILE DROPKICK FROM THE APRON!  SHE MAKES THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO--  broken up by Therin!  This is definitely fast paced!

AF:  And water is definitely wet...  was that your next obvious comment?

NR:  Therin and Reena now exchanging rights, and Therin whips her to the ropes, Reena leapfrogs Therin, she rebounds and heads to the other side as Therin drops down, Therin telegraphs a dropkick..  Reena hangs on to the ropes!  And MYST inserts himself into the fray with a running senton splash on Chris Therin's back!

LT:  MYST is offering a hand to Reena...  she smiles oddly and shakes it, MYST with the cheap short clothesline--  REENA DUCKED, MYST GETS A BOOT TO THE GUT AND A HEAVY POWERBOMB!  She _knew_ that plan!

AF:  Could it be more obvious?  God...

NR:  And Therin up, delivers a running bulldog to Reena from behind, and   while still running---  [POP]  WHAT A MOVE!  SPRINGBOARD SENTON TO THE DOWNED MYST!  THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

Kick out, but--

AF:  It was total luck!  Hahahaha, MYST sucks!

LT:  Therin pulls MYST up, and shoves him in the way of Reena's running dropkick!  Therin with a hard response lariat that knocks Reena to the ground!

NR:  She's been holding her own, Lance, and I gotta say I'm surprised.  I mean, not because she's a woman, but she gives away a lot of weight to these competitors.

AF:  You're a sexist pig, Nick.

NR:  WHAT?!

LT:  Oh, shut up, Axel.  And Therin has ascended the top, but Reena shoves the ropes!  Therin just got crotched and Reena is capitalizing with a Frankensteiner!

NR:  MYST scrambles to make the cover first, but Reena picks him up and delivers a dropkick that send him to the corner.  She picks Therin up...  WOW!   She's got him up for a vertical suplex and she's stalling it...  MYST with the comeback and spears her to the floor, allowing Therin to land on his feet!

AF:  Oh, bad move, genius.

LT:  Therin waits until MYST turns...  [LOUD SMACK] [HUGE POP] SUPERKICK!   PATENTED SUPERKICK!  MYST HAS GOT TO BE OUT!

NR:  Therin looks dizzy from the rush of blood to his head...  he shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, and he drops and covers MYST!

ONE!

TWO!!

BROKEN UP BY REENA'S AXHANDLE!

LT:  The match is going long, and Therin gets picked up...  he boots Reena in the stomach, GUTWRENCH POWER-- REENA REVERSES, A SPINNING HURRICANRANA THAT SENDS THERIN TO THE OUTSIDE!  MYST IS UP, BUT REENA HOOKS HIM...  BRAINBUSTER!   REENA'S BRAINBUSTER!  THE COVER!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!  THERIN DIDN'T MAKE THE SAVE IN TIME!

[The crowd seems to be in awe of the title win by Reena, but she rolls out of the ring and grabs it.  Therin looks pissed, then looks down at MYST, and just for spite boots him in the head.  Therin shakes his head in disgust, but is applauded for his efforts by the sellout crowd in Madison Square Garden.]