Somewhere in suburban Nashville, Tn. More specific, in a doctor's office. A cold, sterile doctors office.
It must've been somewhere around an hour after Dave Harley pinned him when Ian discovered a searing pain in his shoulder. The wound was an old one. He had seperated that shoulder in college, but the pain, well, it came and went. Today, last night, and for the next few days, it was defintiely coming.
Ian sat impatiently, waiting. He hated doctor's offices. They were a constant reminder that at any time, everything he had given his life to could come to a sudden, screeching halt. A conclusion that he had tried his whole life to forget.
Suddenly, the door slowly creaked open.
"Mr. Tense? How are you doing today?" The doctor asked as he entered the room armed only with a clipboard.
"Doc." Ian acknowledged with a nod.
"The nurse tells me you agrivated an old injury" the doctor was so matter of fact about these dort of things that it had always made Ian nervous.
"...I suppose." The answer was short and to the point.
"Well lets have a look, huh?" The doctor advanced towards Ian, firmly grasping Ian's arm at the elbow.
"Does it hurt if I do this?" He asked as he thruted Ian's arm into the air. Ian jerked it back down in excruciating pain.
"Yes. It hurts. DO you think I'm here for fun?" Ian retorted.
"I'll never understand why you guys do this to yourself."
Ian smirked, then dropped his gaze towards the floor as if trying to answer that very same question to himself.
"I watched the show. YOu and that monkey fellow tried to take each other apart. Truth be told, I knew I'd see you here today, Ian. No normal person can go through that and walk away unscathed."
But Ian wasn't normal. At least that is what he had always told himself. Normal people felt pain. Normal people wanted to go to the doctor when they were hurt, so they could be fixed. So they could go back to the daily grind at full capacity.
Not Ian. He never wanted to feel pain and he tried to forget it whenever possible. He, much like everyone else he ad stepped into the ring with, wanted to think of himself as somehow superhuman.
"And I suppose that Bridge character isn't helping things, is he?" The doctor's question broke Ian's temporary moment of self-actualization.
"What?"
"Bridge. He actually gives you guys motivation to destroy yourselves." Again, the doctor's matter-of-fact manner scared Ian.
"What do you mean?"
"This whole 'I want Gold' thing. Come on, Ian. Isn't it the proverbial carrot in front of the mule? He's bribing you to destroy yourselves."
Ian gasped at both what the doctor had said, and the sudden reappearing pain that had just shot up and down his spine as the doctor again raised his arm over his head.
"So I'm curious. Do you want Gold?"
"I don't think want is the word for it, doc." Ian's response seemingly caught the doctor offguard, and Ian found somesort of temporary sanity in it.
"Then what, Ian, would be the word for it?" the doctor asked after a breif moment of speechlessness.
"I wont' even try to explain it, doc. It can't be put into words."
"Well try."
"Fine. Doc, let me ask you a question. Why do you want to be a doctor?" Ian asked through clinched teeth as the doctor kept straightening Ian's arm high into the air, then constricting it again, making a fluid motion that felt like bone grinding on bone.
"To help people."
"Fair enough."
"Fair enough?"
"That's what I said."
"Curious."
"Not really. Well let me ask you something else." Ian had broken into a cold sweat as his shoulder again fell under constant pain under the doctors examination.
"Shoot."
"OK. When you were a child. Were you a good student?"
"Not really."
"But now you are a doctor. How did that happen?"
"I fell in love with biology in elementary school."
"Why?"
"Well, honestly, I wasn't good at anything of the other subjects. They bored me."
"Well why didn't Biology bore you?"
"It challenged me."
"And that challenge eventually turned into a desire to help people?"
"I suppose"
"Well what if it never turned to that and you still had that challenge?"
"That'd be great. But in all seriousness, Ian, who does that happen to? Even with professional athletics the desire gives way to money and fame." The doctor said as he turned towards Ian with a needle that looked just plain humongeous.
"I still have it."
"It's not a desire to be the best. It's not a drive to be champion. It is a constant push to see how far I can drive myself."
"And what does 'Gold' have to do with that, may I ask?"
"Everything."
"But I thought it wasn't about being the best, or being the champion."
"It isn't."
"But that IS the championship belt."
"By title only."
"Well what is it to you?"
"An legitimization of everything I've ever done to get here. Every injection you've ever had to give me. Every stitch you've ever had to piece me back together with. Every pound I've starved myself to lose. Every bone I've had broken or shattered. Everything I've ever had to fight through to do face this challenge."
The doctor stared at Ian uncomprehensibly.
"I see" he said as he gave the seringe a quick thump. Hold still."
The needle went deep into Ian's shoulder. He cold sweat got worse and he started biting his lip.
"Cortizone. It'll help with the swelling and the pain."
"Tell me that AFTER you pull that damned needle from my shoulder." Ian's knuckles had turned pale white with pressure as he gripped the side of the table.
"I still don't understand."
"I told you it couldn't be explained. But to answer your question, do I want gold? No, I NEED gold. I DESERVE gold. No one else can do what I can do in that ring and I proved it for seven months."
"I'm afraid you are gettig to far into 'shop talk', Ian. No need to get into character here."
"Fair enough," Ian smiled. "But I never DID get my rematch for the title."
"Ian, it's all scripted"
The doctor's remarks hurt worse than the needle that was prying into his shoulder.
"...only partially" Ian replied.
The doctor pulled the large needle fron Ian's shoulder.
"That should get you for the next month or so."
"That is all the time I need."
The doctor stood shaking his head. He had seen athletes before, but most of them wanted to take time off when they were injured. Wrestlers were different. Completely different.
"Perhaps one day you'll find the words. Maybe then I'll understand."
Ian pulled his shirt back on and started fumbling in a small dufflebag. He pulled out a small video tape and tossed it to the doctor.
"Here. I had the people down in Visual put it together for me. I was gonna use it for the 'I Want Gold' thing. But I think you need it more."
"Thanks. I'll have a look. Is the bill to be settled the normal way?"
"Bill me. Later, Doc. Thanks."
"Anytime Ian. Take care of yourself."
"I don't have the time, Doc." Ian said as he disappeared down the hall.
"A video..." the doctor murmered as he slid it into the VCR. "Let's take a look..."


I W A N T G O L D

I can't give a reason why I do this...

(The fans explode as "CRUSH EM" by Megadeth
begins. Ian Tense emerges from the
back with his WWA United States Heavyweight
Championship in hand. Tense drops the
title and sprints full speed ahead to the
ring

Chase: And here we go! Tense just leveled
Phobos with a nice side russian
legsweep from behind!
Mikal: Of course! From behind!
Chase: Tense now! Three hard right hands to
Deimos! Irish whip by Tense, and TENSE
WITH A NICE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Mikal: This Tense is very mad as vell!

Deimos crawls out of the ring and staggers
around. Then unexpectedly is greeted by
Troy Walcott who delivers a breathtaking
catapult cross body block to the outside
taking them both down

Chase: What a move by Walcott! That was
absolutely intense!
Mikal: Meanvile...IAN tense is still being
on fire!

Tense punches away at the bigger Phobos and
backs him into the corner. Tense stands on
the second turnbuckle and plays to the crowd
for a little bit. Tense begins to fire
away at Phobos with some hard right hands

Crowd: ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

Tense plays to the crowd very briefly and
then delivers the tenth punch to a nice pop)

I can't even put into words what drives me...

(Suddenly Tense runs around the outside ring
post creating a pulley and slides back
into the ring. As he runs full speed towards
Tracer, Tracer is bull and goes hard sternum
first into the turnbuckle

Crowd: OOOOOOOOHH!!
Chase: What a move by Ian Tense!!! What a
move. Tense now, quickly going back
to work on the winner of the 2002
Independence Day Rumble!
Mikal: Tense sliding back out to fix rop
from post. Tense picks up Tracer from
behind and delivers a release German suplex!
Chase: WOW!! What impact!! Tense continuing
to work on Tracer Buller!

Tense whips Tracer to the rops, and
clotheslines him hard by using the
rope.Immediately after, Tense begins to
choke Tracer with the rope

Chase: Folks, anything goes in this match.
The only thing we need the ref for is to
verify that the turnbuckles were touched.
Mikal: Tense now picks up Bullet...irish
vhip...TILT A WHIRL SUPLEX! VHAT POWER!!
This man MUST BE RAUSSIAN!! Shane did you
see that?
Shane: Damn, must've missed it.

Tense makes about a foot long loop with the
rope and as Tracer tries to get to his
feet, Tense whips that rope across his back

SCHPAPT!!!

Chase: OH MY GOODNESS!! DID YOU HEAR THAT!!
Mikal: Yes, that vas very sickening!
Shane: Sh*t!! Cruz ain't kidding around!

SCHPAPT!!!
SCHPAPT!!!
SCHPAPT!!!)

There are no hidden agendas in my actions...

(Tense headbutts the champ again, and this
time has some effect. Moore is
staggered, but doesn't let go. Tense goes
for a third headbutt and Moore finally lets
go, dropping Ian onto his feet. The US
Champion clutches the small of his back in
pain, but doesn't let Moore have a moment's
respite, sending a dropkick straight to the
World Champion's knees! Moore collapses, and
the crowd boo as Ian picks up the fallen
Moore and walks him over to where Kraven
stands. The crowd boo even more as Tense
tags in the Tomorrow Man, before heading to
the top rope!

Jimmy: This looks as though it might hurt!

Kraven goes for the Electric Chair Drop, and
Ian Tense slams straight into Moore with
a Doomsday Device!

Fat Tony: See? Thinking men's wrestlers, the
pair of them! Such teamwork!

Tense begins to mouth off at Kraven, and
storms back over to their corner. Unseen,
Wes begins to crawl over to his corner where
Moore is stretching into the ring, trying to
make the tag.

Jimmy: Come on, Wes!
Fat Tony: Impartial much?

Tense rears back and slaps Kraven across the
face. Kraven responds by stepping
into the ring.

Jimmy: Well, I guess it counts as a tag...

Kraven then hits Tense with a huge knife
edge chop to the chest!

Crowd: Whooo! Eh?
Jimmy: That isn't getting annoying...

Kraven then heads out of the ring again,
leaving Tense looking dumbstruck.)

There are no false motives.

(The double feature shows Moore with the
frogsplash as we see the aftereffects in
the other screen. Moore is reeling around on
the floor clutching his ribs AND his knee,
but Tense just looks to be out cold..... The
referee has no choice but to start the count

...1

Jimmy: Both mn look like they were dragged
through a firework factory....
Fat Tony: And someone lit the fuse!
Jimmy: Moore looks to have some signs of
life.....

...2

Fat Tony: yeah, he's moving, just.
Jimmy: Which is more than can be said for
Tense!

The camera focusses on ian's lifeless
body.... but suddenly a twinge....

Fat Tony: he moved!

...3

Jimmy: Moore is nearly to his feet!
Fat Tony: And Ian is moving his whole arm
now! Come on Ian, this is for the WWA
Title! Don;t give up!

...4

Moore is resting on the ring apron as he
looks up at the turnbuckle, then down at
Tense. He shakes his head in disbelief

Jimmy: Even Moore cannot believe that!

....5

Moore rolls into the ring and just lies on
his back resting, as Ian Tense lifts his
head and sits up

Fat Tony: SEE! Tense is moving! Tense is
alive! Tense is going to show Craven
Moore who the REAL world champion is!

...6

Tense stands up and staggers to the steel
steps, which he uses to drag himself into
the ring

Jimmy: And both men are in the ring.
Fat Tony: And they are both stood up!

Tense heads over to Moore who grabs his arm
and performs an Irish whip. Tense
returns, and goes for a Clothesline, which
Moore ducks, Tense hits the other rope and
goes for another clothesline.... again he
ducks.... Tense bounces again, goes for
another clothesline which he ducks, but
Tense turns around quickly and kicks More in
the gut beofre nailing an Implant DDT! The
crowd go nuts!

Jimmy: WHERE DID TENSE FIND THAT FROM!?

Ian Tense indeed applies the figure four leg
lock.... much to the disgust of the
fans..... he locks in the final leg and
drops to the floor before completing the
crossover

Jimmy: RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!
Fat Tony: Moore is done for! Moore is about
to lose his WWA Title!
Jimmy: I don't know about that....
Fat Tony: Are you kidding? Tense worked the
knee to perfection....Then applies
the deadliest finisher in the game, and the
Champions own move!

It indeed looks bleak..... Moore is holding
his arm in the air, but it slowly drops to
the mat.....

Jimmy: Oh dear god.....
Fat Tony: FANTASTIC! MOORE IS GOING TO PASS
OUT!

The crowd start chanting for Moore,
desperately trying to revive him..... but
alas, it is no use...

Jimmy: Can you imagine the pain searing
through the knee of Craven Moore? The
sheer intensity....
Fat Tony: Don't you mean Ian-Tensity? HAHA
Jimmy: ....The AGONY

The ref raises his arm... it drops.....
Moore shows no signs of life.

Jimmy: that frogsplash must have taken more
out of him than we thought....
Fat Tony: Serves the big dumb ugly texan
right!
Jimmy: I donlt want to say it but..... It
looks like we have a new champion.....

The crowd cheers even more

Crowd: CRAVEN! CRAVEN! CRAVEN!

The ref lifts the arm again. And again, it
falls.

Jimmy: Solemnly It's all over for
Moore....)

I don't hide behinds half-truths...

(We watch a double-feature replay of Ian
sending Kraven off the top rope as the
referee finally manages to get back up,
using the ropes for help. Seeing Sanders and
Tense both down, he begins a ten-count.


1...

2...

Jimmy: They're not moving! They're not
moving!

3...

4...

Sanders rolls onto his front and Tense is
crawling towards the ropes.

5...

6...

Tense is back up but is still groggy,
holding onto the turnbuckles looking out at
Kraven, who lies motionless in the wreckage
of the Mexican announcers' desk. Sanders
is almost back up to his feet.

7...

8...

9...

Sanders is back up, and charges in on Tense.
Tense turns around just in time to get
a flying elbow to the face!)

Because no matter what I say...

(Dorian goes to lift Ian, but Ian chops down
on Dorian's forearms, breaking the hold...

Fat Tony: Not so fast Jimmy! Ian kicks
Dorian in the stomach, doubling him over.
This is far from over...

Ian locks both of Dorian's arms, and spins
around.

Jimmy: Ian-Tensifier! Ian-Tensifier!
Fat Tony: CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!? AGAINST ALL
ODDS!
Fat Tony: I don't believe this....
Jimmy: Ian with a cover!
Ref:ONE!
Crowd: One!

Dorian starts to lift a leg, positioning
himself for the kickout.

Ref: TWo!
Crowd: Two!

Ian hooks Dorian's free leg and leans back
into Dorian's upperbody!

Ref: THREE!!!
Crowd: THREE!!!

ding ding ding)

You already know what I'm gonna do...

(Wallace Coleman is leading a crew to the
locker room. From down the hall, noise
can be heard coming from the locker room
area. As Coleman gets close to the door,
Ian Tense busts out of the door. He looks at
Coleman and the camera crew, and grins evily.

Coleman: What is going on here!?
Ian: Shut up Coleman....this doesn't concern
you.

Ian shoves Coleman to the floor as he walks
past.

Ian: Tell him to get in touch with me when
he wakes up....IF he wakes up.
Coleman: Who!?

Coleman drags himself to his feet, and
scurries to the locker room door. He opens
the door and walks in.

Coleman: Dear God....

The room is in shambles. Lockers are turned
over, debris is strewn about, and in
the middle of the room, next to a broken
steel chair, lays a man with his hands
handcuffed behind his back and a Frat shirt
wrapped around his head. Coleman rushes over
to Ian's victim.

Coleman: One of you Guys Go get HElp!!!

Coleman starts to unwrap the shirt from
around the man's head. As he does, blood
leaks from the shirt like water from a
sponge.

Coleman: Just like he did to JC Swinger.....

Coleman rolls the bloody mess over, and sees
that it is Shane Dorian!!

Coleman: Shane Dorian!?!?

Coleman is visually startled. As the EMT's
rush into the room, Coleman
notices something hanging from the wall.

Coleman pointing to the item: Someone go check that out!!

A member of the crew grabs the item, and
hands it to Coleman. It is the WWA
US championship.

Coleman: ....the hell?

Across the front of the belt the
word "Respect" has been carved into it, over
Dorian's name. Coleman drops the belt and
helps the EMT's take Dorian out on a
stretcher.)

And how I will do it.

(As if on cue, Ian somehow grabs Kash's head
with his free arm, pulling his jaw on top
of Ian's head before-

Jimmy: HE COUNTERED INTO A CHINBUSTER!
Fat Tony: BOOOYA!

Kash bounces back to the mat holding his
mouth as blood pours almost
uncontrollably from it.

Jimmy: It looks like he might've bitten his
tongue!
Fat Tony: He's a witch, it'll grow back!
Jimmy: I said bit it, not bit it off.

Ian looks shocked that the counter worked as
he gasps for breath. Suddenly he notices
Thorne still almost unconscious from Kash's
massive Tombstone and leaps on top
of him.

Ref: ONE!

Thorne's eyes pop WIDE open.

Ref: TWO!!!

As Thorne tries to kick out, Ian puts BOTH
feet on the top rope, giving him extra
leverage.

Ref: THREEE!!!!!

DING! DING! DING! )

I can't explain the need for this...

(We now cut back to EVD and his referee,
still guiding Ian Tense through the
streets. They head down a certain side
street and come out onto a wharf on the
river. EVD grins.

EVD: Watch this.

EVD runs towards the edge of the wharf with
Tense in position for a running
bulldog. However, at just the last second
Tense manages to come to a stop and pushes
EVD, whose momentum takes him over the edge!

Jimmy: Oh my God! Tense has just drowned
EVD!

A lot of cursing from over the edge proves
that this is not the case. We head to the
edge and see that EVD has landed in a barge
full of trash. Tense wrinkles his nose.

Tense: Eddie! I think you’ll understand if I
say I’ll see you later, OK?

All we hear in reply is cursing as Van Dorn
tries to get out of the trash. Tense turns
to the ref.

Tense: Let’s go find some less stinky
competition.)

And I won't try to rationalize the endless hours...

(Kraven frowns, but has no time to react as
from out of nowhere Ian Tense jumps on
him from behind, leaping onto his back and
locking in a sleeper hold!

Fat Tony: HEY! That was the move that Moore
used to win the world belt away from
Kraven!!
Jimmy: It would be quite the achievement to
put that monster out of this fight.

Kraven drops to one knee. His eyes begin to
droop and a trickle of blood from that cut
on the inside of his lip begins to run from
his mouth. Ian smirks, releases the hold,
and kicks Kraven a few times in the back,
then sinks in the sleeper again.)

Reps, laps, and sets.

(Ian gets the upper hand first by nailing a
kick to Swinger's midsection. Ian follows
this up with a facebuster, taking Swinger to
the mat. Swinger rolls around on the mat,
and Ian immediately applies a camel clutch,
wrenching back on Swigner's neck.

Jimmy: Good early strategy by Ian Tense.
Fat Tony: Oh, yeah. Anything you can do to
damage the neck helps set up for the
Ian-Tensifier.
Eagle: Say what you will about him, but Ian
Tense is a hell of a competitor.

Ian appears to get bored with the Camel
Clutch. He releases the hold, flopping
Swinger to the mat.)

Some people will claim it's for the love of the game...

(Jimmy: Craven is staggering back!!!
Fat Tony: And look at Ian!!!

The bloodied US Champion flies off the top
rope and nails Craven with a top-rope
bulldog, rolling through to make the cover!

Jimmy: The Ref in position!!!

The ref slides in position...

Ref: One!

Ian grabs hold of a huge chunk of tights.

Ref: Two!

Ian puts his feet on the second rope for
leverage, unseen by the ref.

Ref: THREE!!!

Ian rolls out of the ring.

Fat Tony: IAN TENSE HAS PINNED THE WORLD
CHAMPION!!!!! )

and some because of a desire to be the best.

(As Wes and Kraven argue, Tense rolls out of
the ring and we see a replay of the pin
from a different angle which clearly shows
Tense's leg on the ropes.

Jimmy: Folks, this match has taken yet
another turn!

As we come back to live action, Tense wipes
blood from his eyes before grabbing
the timekeeper's chair and rolling back into
the ring

THWACKT!!!

The chair dents over the unsuspecting head
of Wes Sanders.

Jimmy: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Ian just split
Wes Sanders WIDE open!
Fat Tony: No doubt about that!

Blood spills from the back of Wes' head as
Kraven signals for the bell, disqualifying
Ian!

DING, DING, DING!)

Not for me...

(Jimmy: KASHMISSION! HE'S GOT LOCKED BACK
ON!
Fat Tony: Yeah, but he can't win it up
there! What a moron!

Incredibly, his body like a coiled steel
spring being released, Kash leaps
backward, pulling Ian from the turnbuckle,
high into the air. The arena explodes in a
cacophony of flashbulbs, nearly drowning out
the vision of the Super Kashmission Plex!
Through the air he flies, his prey still
locked in the Kashmission, helpless.

Crowd: HOLY S***! HOLY S***! HOLY S***!

The two combatants land hard on the canvas,
the impact reverberating throughout
the arena.

Jimmy: OHMIGAWD! THAT WAS INCREDIBLE!
Fat Tony: THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

Astoundingly, even after the leaping flight
through the air, even after the incredible
impact with the ring, the Kashmission
remains locked in! Kash struggles to keep
up the pressure, his body tight with
exertion. The referee moves in close. When
he receives no response from Tense, he lifts
the arm. It falls.

One...

Again, he lifts the arm, testing for a
response of any kind from Ian.

Two...

Again, he lifts the arm.

Jimmy: This could be it!
Fat Tony: This can't be it! It can't end
this way!

The fans cheer, bursting with anticipation
while the referee holds the arm in the air
for what seems an eternity. Kash cries out,
focusing every final ounce of his being into
this one moment, this one defining moment in
his career and his life, the culmination
of months of struggle and torment.

Three!

DING! DING! DING!)

I'm not like them.

(Kraven grabs Ian by the back of the head,
but Ian counters by throwing an
elbow backward into Kraven’s face. Kraven
staggers back long enough for Ian to whip
him chest-first into the exposed corner

*THUD*

Kraven bounces back, but Ian catches his
head and slams it face-first into the
exposed steel

Jimmy: This!

Again

Jimmy: IS!

And again

Jimmy: SICK!

And again

Fat Tony: AND!

And again

Fat Tony: I!

And again

Fat Tony: LOVE!

And again!

Fat Tony: IT!

Kraven gushes blood all over the mat from
his forehead. Ian smiles demonically.)

I've given my life to this...Every last drip of it.

(Dorian looks very angry he jumps from the
apron and runs up the ramp spearing
Ian Tense down. Then Shane grabs his leg and
drags him over to the edge of the stage.

Fat Tony: I think Ian Tense may regret
attacking Shane Dorian!
Jimmy: He’s got to survive this attack
first.

Dorian pulls Tense over to him and lifts him
up into a Piledriver position.

Jimmy: The Piledriver is an extremely
dangerous move at the best of times and this
is not the best of times!

A sick grin crosses Shane’s face. Then he
jumps forward, hitting a Piledriver off the
edge of the stage through a table.

Jimmy: That was incredible! Totally insane!
A Piledriver off the stage through a table,
I’m not sure Ian Tense will ever be the same
again!
Fat Tony: Dorian’s not done yet!

Shane has rolled out of the wreckage and has
moved to a stack of huge bass speakers.
He tries to lift the top one but he can
barely shift it.

Jimmy: Someone stop him! He could kill Ian
Tense with one of those.

Dorian drags Tense over to the speaker
stack. Tense is already bleeding across
his forehead and looks unconscious. Dorian
moves to the other side of the speaker.

Fat Tony: That speaker must weight close to
800lbs! This could end Ian Tense’s career.
Jimmy: Is a bit of pride really worth all
this?
Fat Tony: It is to Shane Dorian!

Shane pushes against the speaker and it
slowly moves closer to the edge. Finally
it wobbles and Dorian gives it one last
shove. The huge speaker falls and lands with
a huge bang right on Ian Tense’s left arm.

Jimmy: Oh my god! This is sick! I think
Shane Dorian may have broken Ian’s arm!
Fat Tony: I expect so a 800lbs speaker is
likely to do that!

Dorian looks down on the carnage, at a
bruised, bleeding and battered Ian Tense)

Not for vanity...

(Jimmy: Wes is on top of the Cage we are
into the final minute of the match what
the hell is he going to do.

Wes turns round and Moonsults off the top of the cage, his landing is so slow and very animated.

Crowd: HOLY $HIT!!!!! HOLY $HIT!!!! HOLY
$HIT!!!!!

*CRASH*

Jimmy: OH MY GOD WES HAS JUST PUT IAN TENSE
THROUGH THE DAMN RING WITH THAT MOONSULT OFF
THE CAGE!
Fat Tony: WHAT!

The replay shows both Ian Tense and Wes
going straight through the ring the impact
is so heavy that infact the ref is
litterally blown off of his feet, finally
the ref comes too dust everywhere, all
over the ring and over the ref himself. )

Not for glory...

(Ian pulls his way to his feet and props
himself up in the corner. Damien charges,
but Ian moves and Damien crashes head first
into the exposed steel turnbuckle. Damien
lay in the middle of the ring as Ian tries
to walk off the pain of the figure four.
Damien struggles to his feet, and Ian sneaks
up behind him.

Jimmy: Russian Leg sweep!
Fat Tony: See what it gets you!? Cheaters
never win!
Jimmy: Well who exposed that turnbuckle?
Fat Tony: The ring crew?
Jimmy: No it was Ian. He's a cheater.
Fat Tony: Okay, cheaters win some of the
time!

Ian doesn't let go of the hold, rolls over,
pulling both men to their feet, and
delivers another Russian leg sweep. Ian
makes his way to his feet and stands over
Damian. Damien tries to use Ian to pull
hiself up, but gets a big piledriver for his
troubles. As Damien crumbles to the mat, Ian
grads his feet, and sinks in a Sharpshooter.

Jimmy: Ian is working on the back that was
injured by Michael Stryfe earlier in
the evening.
Fat Tony: Ian is a thinking man's wrestler.
Jimmy: Because he sets people up before
matches and then uses the injuries to
his advantage?
Fat Tony: Yep. Exactly.

Damien writhes in pain as Ian wrenches back
on the maneuver.)

Not for fame.

(Deimos stirs as Phobos encourages, Tense is
on his knees, both men get to there
feet, and start brawling, Tense gets Deimos
against the ropes and whips him, but its
reversed, Tense comes back full steam and
dropkicks Deimos, the impact is so full that
Deimos goes out of the ring.

Jimmy: Phobos picking up Deimos and offering
words of encouragement as Tense stands tall
in the ring.

Phobos pushes the unsure Deimos in the ring
and Tense picks up the pieces, Tense then
throws Deimos into the corner lays a few
fists to the face and hits a huge
Tornado DDT. Tense signals that this is all
over, Tense then attempts his IanTensifier
but Phobos distracts again, Tense lets go,
Deimos is behind again and goes for his
Panic Attack but Ian again reverses the move
and rolls up Deimos with a school boy rollup.

Ref: 1...2...3!!!
Jimmy: I dont believe it! Ian gets the very
cheecky win with a schoolboy rollup and
is dashing out of the ring!

"Crush em" plays Tense picks up his US Title
and attempts to head up the rampway, Deimos
is in the ring hitting his fist against the
ropes, mouthing off to Tense, as Tense just
smiles)

I don't do it for love...

(Andrews again waits for Ian to stand. The
crowd is still going crazy. As Ian gets on
his feet, Andrews moves forward and hits
with a superkick, striking his right foot
flat against Ian's chin. The crowd is now so
loud in cheering the TV champ that it's hard
to hear Jimmy and Fat Tony.

Jimmy: A superkick! This one's got to be
almost over! "The Prototype" is reeling!
Fat Tony: Come on, Ian! Muster up your
strength!

Andrews takes his right index finger and
slowly runs it across his throat, signalling
Ian's looming demise. The crowd,
unbelievably, is even louder than before.
Andrews stalks Ian as he tries to shake the
cobwebs from his head. Andrews grabs Ian,
much to the fans' delight, turns him around,
and goes for the Masterclass. Andrews
clutches Ian, but as Andrews prepares for
the drop, Ian reaches up and pokes Andrews
in the eye. Ian then shakes his head loose
and raises it swiftly into Andrews' chin. As
loud as the cheers were before, the boos now
even be louder.

Jimmy: No! That could've broken Andrews'
jaw!
Fat Tony: He-he! I think that was the point!

Andrews takes two steps backwards, dazed and
confused. Ian cracks a slight smile as
he steps forward. Ian kicks Andrews square
in the gut, which bends Andrews over.
Ian then goes for and nails the Ian
Tensifier. The crowd boos loudly. One fan
near the front can be heard screaming "Ian,
you suck!"

Jimmy: The Ian-Tensifier! It's over! It has
to be over!
Fat Tony:! We've got a new champ!

Ian covers Andrews and hooks the leg. The
fans continue to boo Ian as the referee
falls and gives the three count and the
victory.

Gary Trudeau: Ladies and gentlemen...the
winner of the match...and the NEW
World Wrestling Alliance Television
Champion...... "THE PROTOTYPE"....IAN
TENSE!!!!

I am more powerful
Than all the armies of the world
I am more violent than violence
More deadly than death
I've destroyed more men
Than all the nations wars
I am relentless
Unpredictable
Waiting for your last breath.

Ian stands up, whilst the referee raises his
arm as the victor. Ian shoves the referee
out of the way and snatches the belt from
him. Ian rolls out of the ring as the boos
continue to shower down. He holds the WWA TV
Title belt high in the air as he backs his
way up the ramp in triumph.)

Or for hate.

(Ian stumbles into the locker room and pulls
Dorian out of the shower by is feet. Ian
pulls Dorian up by his hair, smacks him in
the face, and hits the Ian-Tensifier on the
tiled locker room floor!!

Jimmy: IAN-TENSIFIER! IAN-TENSIFIER! IAN
TENSIFIER!
Fat Tony: GO IAN!!
Jimmy: That could have broken Dorian's neck!
Fat Tony: I think that was the point.

Ian goes for the pin…

One!
Two!
Thr-

Jimmy: NO! Dorian somehow, some way managed
to get his shoulder up!!
Fat Tony: That is incredible! So far No one
has gotten up from that move!
Jimmy: Well the United States Champion just
did!

Ian shoves the referee, and goes for the pin
again.

One!
Two!
Thr…

Jimmy: Again Dorian kicks out!
Fat Tony: Where is he getting this from?
Jimmy: He's not the US champion for nothing!

Ian smacks the floor, punches Dorian in the
head a couple of times for good
measure, and pins him again.

One!
Two!

Jimmy: My God he kicked out again!
Fat Tony: Ian doesn't looked pleased either!

Ian gets up and walks over to a locker,
slinging the door open. Dorian struggles to
his feet.

Jimmy: What is that madman doing now? Dorian
has already taken just about everything
he had.
Fat Tony: I don't know about that. Anything
is legal in this match, remember?

Dorian, soaking wet, is propped up against
the floor. Ian takes something from the
locker, walks over to the almost
defenseless, bloodied, soaked Dorian and
pulls out a Taser! Ian electrocutes Dorian!

Jimmy: A TASER!? Ian just shocked the
daylights out of Dorian!
Fat Tony: Hey…what can you do? Anything is
legal!
Jimmy: But that is wrong, absolutely wrong!

Dorian falls to the floor. Ian stands over
him, kicks him in the ribs a coupe of times,
and shocks him again!

Jimmy: Stop it! Please! Dorain is a human
being!
Fat Tony: Not while he's fighting Ian! He's
a liability when he's fighting Ian!
Jimmy: Until Dorian starts winning, right?
Then Ian would be the liability.
Fat Tony: I'll tell him you said that!
Jimmy: You know what I mean.

Ian pulls Dorian to his feet, and almost
breaks his neck with another Ian-Tensifier!!

Jimmy: Another Ian-Tensifier!!! Fans, this
is uncalled for!!!
Fat Tony: He's just trying to win, Jimmy.
What's so wrong with that?
Jimmy: everything is wrong with it? Dorian
is knocked out cold. He's defenseless.
Fat Tony: That is the point! Why do I have
to keep explaining that to you?
Jimmy: Because I have a conscious!

Ian goes for the pin.

One!
Two!
THREE!!!!

Jimmy: That's it! It's over!
Fat Tony: Way-to-go Ian!
Jimmy: Yeah, way to try to cripple another
human being! Are you serious? You're sick!)

I do it...

(Bullet seems to be knocking Tense back, but
Tense ducks one of his swings and
lariats Tracer. Moore has pulled Kraven over
to the edge and is gesturing that he's going
to toss him over and out.

Jimmy: Moore is going to throw Kraven off
the jumbotron. No, low blow by Kraven.
Fat Tony: Kraven puts Moore's head between
his legs... no way!.
Jimmy: KRAVENBOMB FROM THE JUMBOTRON! That
BASTARD!
Fat Tony: That's it for the Champion, no way
he can win this now.
Jimmy: Kraven may have just ended Craven
Moore' career.
Fat Tony: Behind you Jackson!

Jackson Kraven turns around and gets speared
with the ladder by Ian Tense. Kraven
goes flying off the jumbotron and through a
series of tables below. The crowd erupts.
Tense grins and raises his hand in victory,
but Bullet comes from behind and hits
Pounding The Pavement on him.

Jimmy: Tracer Bullet from nowhere! He's
given Tense his finisher and I think Tracer
has it here.
Fat Tony: He's signaling upward and is going
to setup the ladder.
Jimmy: Tense isn't moving. Bullet isn't
moving fast, but he's got the ladder set up.
Fat Tony: I can't see what's going to stop
Tracer. He's beginning to climb.

Tracer Bullet is reaching up, when Tense
suddenly kips up, to the shock of the crowd.
He charges towards the ladder. Tracer yanks
at the belt and the snaps slowly come
off. Tense shoulderblocks the ladder,
sending Tracer flying down to the jumbotron.
The belt hangs there with one snap left,
than the snap gives way and the belt falls
to the ground.

Jimmy: Tracer wins? The belt has fallen on
it's own accord. Who wins?
Fat Tony: John Arthur is yelling something
down to Gary Trudeau.
Gary Trudeau: Ladies and gentlemen, I am
told that whomever gains posseion of
the belt is your winner and NEEEEEEWWW WWA
World Champion!

The crowd erupts and Tracer and Tense slowly
get up.

Jimmy: In football it's called a fumble. But
this fumble will decide our World Champion!
Fat Tony: Move it Tense!

Both men glance at each other, than leap at
the belt. The two jump on it and start
rolling around, almost like a catfight. The
two roll over and over, right to the edge.

Jimmy: No, wait guys, it's not worth it!
NOOOO!

The two roll right over the edge and they go
flying to the ground and right off the
stage into a set of tables with production
equipment on it. The crowd gets on their
feet and start chanting.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Fat Tony: Who's the champion? WHO IS THE
CHAMPION?!?!

John Arthur and other WWA officals blitz the
landing area, trying to see who has the
belt. Aruther stands on top of the pile and
looks down, than signals something at Gary.

DING, DING, DING

Gary Trudeau: Your winner of the match and
NEEEEEEEEEW WORLD WRESTLING ALLIANCE
CHAMPION...

John reaches in and raises the hand of one
of the men.

Gary Trudeau: ...IAN TENSEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

The crowd applauds, but most are clearly
upset Tracer didn't end up with it.
The cameraman on top of the jumbotron zooms
down into that pile and shows Ian Tense
and Tracer Bullet both out cold, Tense
hugging onto the championship belt.)

because this is all I Know.