[Tony Awesome stands outside near the show entrance. Tony looks excited as a stretch limo pulls up. Tony opens the limo door and "The Iceman" John Lugo steps out! The crowd pops loudly for Lugo as stands face to face with Tony Awesome. Tony holds out his hand to shake hands with Lugo.]

Tony Awesome: John, welcome back to cWo! It's great to have you back!

[Lugo pushes past Tony Awesome and walks into the arena. Tony looks shocked. The camera continues to follow Lugo as he pushes his way past impressed security officials and other cWo employees until he finally comes to a stop in front of Andrew Fiasco’s office. Knocking gently, he opens the door and enters. Fiasco jumps out of his seat at the sight, and hurries over, shaking Lugo’s hand]

Andrew Fiasco: Good to have you back, Iceman.

John Lugo: It's good to be back, Mr. Fiasco.

Andrew Fiasco: I'm glad to have you on my side, John. You represent what cWo needs, not Tony Awesome!

John Lugo: That's why I'm here, Andrew. I've seen what Tony Awesome's done to cWo, and it's time for it to stop.

Andrew Fiasco: Then I see we're on the same page.

[Lugo and Fiasco smile at each other as the camera fades]

[A blank screen appears. Suddenly, the cWo logo flashes briefly into focus, coming together from all sides of the screen. As it fades away, a highlight reel of clips from Driven 5 are seen, with TKO challenging OMEGA to a cWo Tag Title match, ending in a near miss by TKO, culminating with the All American Heroes and Most Hardcore Tag Team Ever hitting the ring; also, highlights from Path of Kings matches are viewed, with Josh Cantrell ending Rick Steele’s dream; Sean Pason pushing Jen Diamond over and pinning her; Muru coming out on top of Dr. Jim Eisele, and finally, Chazz Mendel talking his way out of facing ASM; as these clips roll to the end, highlights from cWo Rewind air as well, with the top matches, feuds, and impacts of the year being announced. Finally, the screen goes blank as a familiar voice is heard]

Wilden: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Albuquerque, NEW MEXICO!

[Sevendust’s “Driven” tears throughout the arena, as the fans erupt into a chorus of cheers. As the camera pans the screaming crowd, loyal cWo fans raise their arms in the air, pointing to their cWo t-shirts and screaming incoherently. After a few moments, the camera focuses on the announcer’s booth, where Lance and Robbie are seen, ready to call the action for the evening]

Wilden: Ladies and gentlemen – I’m glad to be the first to tell you welcome back! My name’s Lance Wilden, and right alongside me is Robbie Hart – and boy, do we have a show in store for you our first night back!

Hart: What are you talking about, Lance? We had to work the other night!

Wilden: I mean – broadcasting live! From an event! Can’t you feel this intensity, Robbie?

Hart: I hope not! If you’re feeling it, I sure as hell don’t want to! That’s for sure!

Wilden: As you saw beforehand – John Lugo has made his triumphant return to the cWo!

Hart: I can’t believe the audacity of this man! Shirking Tony Awesome to become friends with Andrew Fiasco? He’s starting off on the wrong foot again, Lance!

Wilden: Maybe so, but only time will tell! Our only match not relegated to the Path of Kings tournament tonight folks – Alex Kayman is going to step into the ring with Andrew Mendel.

Hart: Boy, TKO came close three weeks ago, didn’t they? Doesn’t say anything better than so close, and yet so far!

Wilden: They certainly were, Robbie – but I think it was a bit more blatant than that, if it weren’t for the All American Heroes and Most Hardcore Tag Team Ever being manipulated into interference by Tony Awesome, I think we might have had new cWo Tag Team Champions last week!

Hart: You think too highly of the up and comers – you always have and always will! Which is why you’ll always be wrong!

Wilden: Anyway, folks, we’ve also got a bunches of matches from the Path of Kings tournament that are going to round out the Quarterfinals, meaning that next week will bring us one step closer to determining that Final Four!

Hart: And then one step closer to finding out who’s going to win this God awful tournament already!

Wilden: In our main event of the evening, Johnny Serious is scheduled to step up against Chris Michaels –

Hart: And what a match that will be! Epic! The only problem, Lance, is that I feel that Johnny Serious is overstepping his boundaries!

Wilden: I’m glad that you brought up this point – and that it wasn’t me doing it!

Hart: Why not?

Wilden: You’d jump down my throat if I said something along those lines!

Hart: That’s what I’m here for, Lance!

Wilden: I know – nevertheless, Christian Roman will also do battle with Digital Mortality tonight…

Hart: Snoozer! Didn’t anybody tell Andrew Fiasco that Global folded a couple of weeks ago? Digital Mortality’s out of a job – which means that he has no right to be here! He’s not under any type of a contract!

Wilden: Erm –

Hart: Don’t have an answer for that, do you smart guy? Maybe Robbie Hart did his research!

Wilden: I’m sure it will be addressed at some point during the night, and I’m also sure that cWo would like to extend some type of a contractual obligation with Digital Mortality for the evening so he can partake in the match!

Hart: I doubt it!

Wilden: Also on the agenda, Devon Dice is set to face off against The Wraith, cWo’s newest enigma!

Hart: He scares me – let’s move on!

Wilden: Alright then – and in what should be starting in a few moments, Jack Union is set to square away against Dominator!

Hart: That guy’s still around? I can’t believe it!

Wilden: We’ve been informed that Dominator has had some personal matters that he has had to attend to over the last several weeks – but we’re confident that he’s ready to perform tonight!

Hart: I don’t mean him – I mean the other guy! Union! I was hoping with all these problems of his in England that he’d drop off the face of the planet or something!

Wilden: And folks – I’ve also heard that Nick Dangerous is in the building tonight!

Hart: I can’t wait! I hope he doesn’t make us wait!

Wilden: But let’s get down to our first match –

["Remember the Name" by Fort Minor plays and the crowd begins to cheer.]

Wilden: Wait a minute! Thats.... that's John Lugo's music!

[The crowd pops as John Lugo steps out onto the entrance ramp. ]

Wilden: Listen to the crowd, Robbie!

Hart: What the hell is Lugo even doing here? I thought we were never gonna see this bum again!

Wilden: I guess when you love the business like Lugo does, its hard to stay away!

Hart: Well I wish he WOULD stay away!

[Lugo steps into the ring and takes the microphone from Muru. The crowd is deafening, Lugo starts to talk into the mic, but can't get a word in over the crowd. Lugo puts the mic down and smiles, then raises his arm making the crowd cheer even louder.]

Wilden: I think even John Lugo is surprised by the crowd's reaction!

Hart: What has he ever done for them? Why are these idiots cheering?

Wilden: Obviously they appreciate what someone like John Lugo has done for this business!

[Lugo signals for the crowd to quiet down, then begins to speak into the microphone.]

"The Iceman" John Lugo: cWo. It's good to be back! [cheers] Last time you saw me it seemed as if it was gonna be the last time ever. Johnny Serious thought that he ended the career of The Iceman, but not even Johnny Serious can keep me out of this business, because this is where I belong!

Hart: Serious retired this bum!

Wilden: I don't think so, Robbie! It looks like he didn't get the job done!

"The Iceman" John Lugo: But I havent come back to go after Johnny Serious. I'm here because I've been watching cWo for since I've been gone, and I don't like what I've seen. This business used to be great. It used to be up a sport that everyone enjoyed. But somewhere along the line the sports disappeared and "sports entertainment" took over. I've been in this business since I was 16 and I hate seeing it become a joke! So I had choices. I could do what people have been asking me to do all year. I could put all my money back into bringing my old fed back [the fed starts to chant "PWR!"] but I decided that the best thing to do was to come back to the company that welcomed me with open arms last time, and try to bring the wrestling back to the championship wrestling organization!

"The Iceman" John Lugo: I've been called Old School a lot. And there's nothing wrong with being Old School! There was a time when we were wrestlers, not entertainers. We were gladiators and warriors, not jokes like we are today! Today, wrestlers care more about doing flips than doing the moves to pin their opponents and w in the match. Today, wrestlers wear more padding than an NFL player! I'm here to bring back Old School! I'm here to get rid of the Tony Awesome style! From now on, I won't use any theme music. I wont wear any padding and do any special moves! I'm not an actor or a performer or an entertainer, I'm a wrestler!!!

[A black and white image of three little girls appears on the big screen. The image cuts to a title card reading "HE'S BACK FROM HECK!" and an old timey string of firecrackers go off in the entrance. When the smoke clears, "The Maple Leaf Rag" plays as Thaddeus Walker rides to the ring on a big wheeled Penny Farthing bike.]

Wilden: It's Thaddeus!

Hart: Thank God! Thaddeus might be a backstabber, but at least he's better than Lugo! That was putting me to sleep!

Wilden: I wonder if he took exception to Lugo calling himself "old school."

Hart: Thaddeus is so old school he doesn't even know what old school means!

[Thaddeus parks the bike outside the ring, then climbs in. A microphone is lowered down to him.]

Thaddeus: Sorry ta' interrupt, Mack.. but I got something I need to get off my chest! Now, I hate to interrupt a man with a message, but it's now or never. And don't worry, I ain't gonna say nothin' bad about your dame what got ran over by a horseless carriage, such talk is ungentlemanly and I'm just busted up with grief for your loss!

Lugo: Thank you.

Thaddeus: Don't mention it, Mack. Now if you'll excuse me.

[Lugo exits the ring.]

Thaddeus: Now I don't know if you folks caught the last radio broadcast we had before we celebrated the birth of our lord and savior, but I was swindled! I took a family in as my own, called a kid my nephew, went out of my way to make sure they had it good.. and what do I get? They pull a fast one on me! Well, I know my onions... and this ain't gonna be forgotten! I thought you Mendels were swell cats. I thought Reg was an upstanding gent, but I was wrong! You know what the Mendels are? They're white coloreds! On the surface, they're God's people, white Christian gentleman.. but at the core, they're as devious as the blackest, most savage of spades!

Wilden: I guess that means he's angry!

Hart: Doesn't he have any respect for Wrestling's greatest family?! Reg restored the fortune Thaddeus blew on some juice!

Wilden: I thought it was "Miracle Tonic"

Hart: It was juice!

Thaddeus: I used to be willing to call myself a Mendel, I was willing to sell out my old lineage. I disgraced the name of my great great great grandfather Finnius Q. Walker, and for what? To be part of a family of charlatans! Well, a pox on the Mendel family.. a pox!!

Hart: A pox!!! You don't just throw poxes at people! Thaddeus has crossed the line!

Thaddeus: I ain't the champion of these here United States for nothin'! The congress of wrestling territories has entrusted me with their most sacred of titles, and it is my duty to defend it! Andy Mendel... you insulted me, you made me look like a common Irishman, and for that, I will have my revenge! You're gonna feel the gentleman's elbow, and you're gonna take a rid of the spruce goose, I'll make you humble... and dizzy! At Veneration, you're gonna see exactly why Thaddeus Horatio Walker is nothing less than the Cat's Pajamas!

["The Maple Leaf Rag" plays as Thaddeus climbs out of the ring, hops on his bike, and rides backstage.]

Wilden: Folks – um, we’re going to cut to a commercial break right now! We’ll be right back after this!

[Fifteen minutes before Jack Unions match. A car pulls up in the cWo arena, followed by a small gathering of photographers hurriedly taking pictures. The car stops as the drivers’ seat door opens. The amout of photo flashes increase for a breif moment as Jack Union exits the car, dressed quite plainly in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. There's no trace of sunglasses, or a Union Jack flag. Jack sees the photographers a few yards away, sighs, and slings a bag over his shoulder as he walks towards the entrance. A reporter is following him, mic in hand.]

Reporter: JACK UNION!

[Jack continues to walk]

Reporter: JACK! A FEW WORDS?

[Jack quickens his pace]

Reporter: ABOUT YOUR NERVOUS BREAKDOWN!!

[He stops, and turns to the reporter, who looks slightly worried now. He looks at the reporter with the most intense stare the reporter has ever seen.]

Union: I'm not here to answer your questions. I'm not here to mess around. I'm not here to make you laugh. I'm here to do what I'm supposed to do. I'm here to wrestle. Now leave. Me. Alone.

[Jack turns and continues walking, while the reporter stands in confusion]

Commercial Break

[We are now taken backstage to an locker room, empty except for J.J. Carter. He looks upward towards the ceiling, then at the camera.]

Carter: This freak, the Wraith, as he so calls himself... what is his issue? He can't even get his facts straight. It's rather funny if you ask me. Dude obviously doesn't know much about Islam, and is trying to shake me to the core using religious subtexts. Failure, that's all he is.

[He pauses for a minute to take a drink from a water bottle.]

Carter: Excuse me for that. Now anyway, he says he's coming to get me, and all he does is wear a halloween mask and spew black ooze out his mouth and talk some game. It's kinda freakish, but why should I be scared? I been to prison, I've lived in one of the worst neighborhoods in New England. If he's trying to scare me, he needs to bring some action and a little less of this big talk.

[Carter stops for a second to think.]

Carter: People know me because I'm just a gamer. I'm not all that exciting or interesting. I'm not all personality like Jack Union or the Mendels or Thaddeus Walker. I go to the ring, I fight people to entertain the fans. The rest of the week I keep to my studies and training. So if this Wraith fellow has a problem with me, all I got to say is... can he kick my...

Cameraman [not pictured, obviously]: Ass?

Carter: Yes, thank you. I don't use language like that.

Cameraman: So, what are you going to do tonight, you have Wraith facing off against your former tag partner in al-Carter Devon Dice.

Carter: Dice is definitely an idiot, and I got tired of having to deal with his shenanigans. But I don't hold a grudge against him, that's just not my style. And The Wraith, it's not me against him on the card tonight. But hmmm, this gives me an idea...

[Carter gets up, walks towards the door, and exits the locker room as the camera pans back to Robbie and Lance]

Wilden: Confusing antics by J.J. Carter tonight!

Hart: Who cares! What he does is of no importance!

Wilden: Also folks, Jack Union is ready to go and in the arena – and it seems like he has nothing on his mind but business tonight! He’ll be stepping into the ring against Dominator in just a few minutes, in what could be a very interesting encounter!

Hart: Why? no one cares. Look at what's happened to Union this week. He's lost everything! He's a no hoper!

Wilden: Didn't Jack give up film making and his company? I don't think he lost it, technically speaking.

Hart: Irrelevant! the limey lost it all, and now he's a shell!

Wilden: I don't think...

Hart: SHELLL!!

Muru: The following Path of Kings Quaterfinals match is set for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6'2, and weighing in at 280 pounds, The Juggernaut Of Britain, Jack Uuuunion!

['Carry On Wayward Son' plays as Jack Union walks down the entrance ramp. he doesn't stop till he gets in the ring, and begins to stretch to a mixed reaction]

Wilden: Gotta wonder whether Jack's sanity is intact after recent events - I think he's beating himself up a bit too much.

Hart: The B -Movie Brit has to prove himself. He's not going to win people over by swearing like the idiot we all know he is.

Muru: Entering second, standing at 5'10, and weighing in at 200 pounds, Hailing from Rosemead California, Dominator!

['Mea Culpa' plays as Dominator appears at the entrance ramp. He poses and trash talks while the crowd boos at him. He enters the ring and looks at Jack, who hasn't stopped staring at him]

Wilden: I can't remember the last time Jack looked so serious. Maybe we're seeing a new man here tonight?

Hart: Reinventing yourself can't hide the fact you were born on a stinking island Lance.

DING DING DING

Wilden: Here we go. Jack initiating the lock up, the size and weight advantage showing early as Jack forces Dom into the corner. The ref breaks it up - OOH! - a cheap slap to the face of Union by Dominator! Union doesn't look happy about that!

Hart: Dom disrespecting Union like Union has been disrespecting the industry!

Wilden: Jack letting Dom get out of the corner. They lock up again - Dom slipping out of Jacks hands. He works his way behind, but Jack counters that with an arm drag. Dominator rolls to his feet, and quickly gets behind Jack again, Doms arms are locked, and he executeas a wicked looking german suplex! Dom with the early cover -

1..

kickout!

[Jack gets to his feet, holding the back of his head as Dominator climbs to the top turnbuckle]

Wilden: Jacks still woozy from that suplex, he can't see Dominator coming...excellent diving clothesline by Dom! Jacks down again!

Hart: Union's seeing more celing than an English girl!

Wilden: What does that even mean?

Hart: ...I have no idea.

[Dominator positions himself at Jacks head and drops a knee to his forehead]

Wilden: Jack doesn't seem to be clicking in the ring at the moment, he looks in trouble here

Hart: I believe this is what you call a reality check for Jack Union. He's been in his Hollywood fantasy land for too long.

Wilden: Dominator picking up Jack by his head, but Jacks fighting back with punches to the midsection. He whips Dominator to the ropes, and catches him on the return with a hard clothesline! Dominator will be feeling that for a while!

Hart: Lucky.

[Jack staggers to the corner to catch his breath while Dom struggles to his feet]

Wilden: Jack gets behind Dominator. He spins him around - Spinebuster! Dominator is back on the mat, and Jack Union is picking up momentum here!

[Jack picks up Dominator and goes to execute a DDT]

Wilden: Union with the DDT - No! Dom has slipped out and is behind Jack! German Suplex again! How much more head damage can Jack take?

Hart: Quite a lot - theres not much in there to damage.

Wilden: Dominator signalling to the crowd, he's going for an elbow drop. Oh, look at him - mocking Union from the top rope.

Hart: The idiot Brit deserves it. He thinks he can hang-

Wilden: WHATS THIS! Union springing to his feet, he charges the ropes, causing Dominator to lose his footing and crash to the mat! Union not giving Dom a change to breathe! he's picked him up...GERMAN SUPLEX of his own! AND ANOTHER!

[Dominator is down while Jack gets to his feet. He points to the ropes, then his elbow]

Wilden: Jacks going to show Dominator how its done!

Hart: Please...spare me.

Wilden: Jack on the top rope...ELBOW DROP TO THE HEART OF DOMINATOR!! Union goes for the cover...

1..

...2

Kickout!

Wilden: Dominator kicks out! and Union is fired up! he gets to his feet, and looks like he's going for another elbow drop!

Hart: Oh, he's soooo original.

[Jack climbs the ropes as Dominator staggers to his knees]

Wilden: Dominator is stirring...and he throws himself into the ropes! Jack falls to the mat!

Hart: See? REPETITION DOESN'T PAY!

Wilden: Dominator gets to his feet as he brings Jack up to his knees. Dominator bounces off the ropes...SHINING WIZARD!! the slap was heard throughout the arena as Jacks head bounces off the mat again. Dominator with the cover again...

1...

..2...

....Kickout!

Wilden: I thought that was it then. Union really looks like he's out for the count.

Hart: The lights are definately on, but I doubt anyone is home tonight in Jack world.

Wilden: Dominator slowly climbing to the ropes again! he's signalling for his Lightning Crashes Swanton Bomb, and if this connects, you gotta think it's over for Jack.

Hart: Finish the job Dom! show the Brit whos the king!

Wilden: This is it! Lightning...MISSES! Union rolled out of the way! Both men are down and out!

Hart: Oh for gods sake.

Wilden: Union stirring...Dominators getting to his knees....Unions up first, he's positioned himself behind Dominator! Dominators staggering around. Jack turns him - UNION JACK! Jack just Union Jacked Dominator, and the man from Rosemead is down and out for the count! Jack falls on Dom for the count...

1...

...2....

....3!

Muru: Here is your winner, The Juggernaut Of Britain, Jack Uuuunion!

[The ref raises Jacks hand in victory, which Jack quickly snatches away. He leaves the ring, and walks up the entrance ramp, barely acknowledging the crowd]

Wilden: And a very serious Jack Union progresses to the next round of the tournament!

Hart: Great, at least when he was an ass he was interesting!

Wilden: Folks – we’re going to head to another –

["Our Truth" by Lacuna Coil cues on the PA. The crowd boos as "The Comeback Kid" Andrew Mendel comes out onto the stage wearing a cutoff version of his "I'm The Favorite" t-shirt while wearing his typical red wrestling tights.]

Muru: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing at this time, he is "The Comeback Kid" Andrew Mendel!

Wilden: Well last time we saw "The Comeback Kid" Andrew Mendel, he was beating up on Thaddeus Walker! But perhaps more troublesome, at least to CBK, is the fact that his father has been M.I.A for the last three weeks! According to my sources, he didn't even spend Christmas with his boys!

Hart: And who are your sources, huh!? I'll have you know that me, Andrew and Chazz are all extremely close, and I have heard that they did indeed did see Reg!

Wilden: Oh really?

Hart: Well, it wasn't really seeing as much as it was hearing. Over a cell phone. With bad reception. But you can't blame that on Reg, AT&T puts out an inferior product!

Wilden: Yeah, sure they do, Robbie.

[CBK steps into the ring and snatches the mic from Muru. The two glare at each other for a moment, then Muru leaves the ring, shaking his head. CBK runs an hand through his hair and puts his hand on his hip as his music dies down.]

Andrew: Ya know, I've got to be honest..."The Comeback Kid" hasn't gotten a lot of sleep over these last two weeks. No, it wasn't sugar plum fairies dancing in my head on Christmas night. No no no, instead, I was overcome with emotion. These two weeks have been trying for yours truly. First off, I found out that no other than- you guessed it- John Lugo has made has made his illustrious return cWo tonight, and just like I thought, and just as sure as he bitch wife is sucking Satan's c*BEEP!*k in hell right now, no one gives a crap, but apparently the only ones that notice that are me and you, since the owners, the big time players, shockingly enough, are the only ones that care that he's back in the cWo. How's that for having creative control in your contract, huh?

Wilden: Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize, tact isn't something that CBK possesses...

Andrew: Apparently, you can walk into a company where you've no showed big time events, refused to help of your peers and get sympathy because your family, and generally haven't been a presence in professional wrestling in years, you still get treated big time even when you're complete f*BEEP!*ing tool, who only works for himself, and have jerks like Tony Awesome and Andrew Fiasco kissing your ass, while guys like me and my brother are busting their ass for their spots every night, all for the sake of having "one last chance!". Well I'm sorry to shoot straight with you, Albuquerque, but I think that's bulls*BEEP*hit!

[The crowd gives up a mixed reaction as CBK takes a moment to compose himself.]

Wilden: A very outspoken, emotional Andrew Mendel out here tonight, certainly his family life has not been going well, I imagine he's quite stressed out right now.

Hart: I got one thing to say- amen.

Andrew: But I suppose that shooting on my old boss isn't my motivation out here tonight. No no no, I guess that the bigger issue tonight is the fact that, on top of this Lugo madness, despite this insanity with Thaddeus Walker deciding to "do the right thing" and not hand me my cWo United States Championship, despite all that, the one man that I could look and turn to for guidance, for inspiration, to calm me down, to focus all this rage...still hasn't decided to make contact with me and Chazz.

[Another mixed reaction goes up and CBK rest his forearms on the ropes and shakes his head.]

Andrew: There were no Christmas presents from dad. Not a baseball glove, not a Nintendo Wii, not even a gift card! Instead, me and my brother scoured the globe for some sign, some morsel of my father, but alas, much like John Lugo's performance issues, ladies and gents...nothing came up! [CBK smiles as he gets a half decent laugh from the crowd.]

[CBK laughs some more and doesn't get quite the laugh he did before.]

Wilden: Tactless. Nothing but tactless, gutless...again I apologize for this, this is nothing short of unprofessional..

Andrew: But, alas...I digress. Ya see, my Dad owes me a lot of things. He owes me a Nintendo Wii, WITH an extra controller, nunchuck, AND Super Mario Galaxy! He owes me a good ol' fashioned game of stickball in our yard in Canada! He owes me an hour’s worth the bitching about this Lugo situation, and he owes me an explanation on what he's been doing and who he's been doing it wit--

["Tiger the Lion" pumps through the arena and the crowd stands on its feet as Chazz Mendel quickly makes his way down to the ring side, all the way telling CBK to knock it off. He climbs in the ring and CBK looks confused.]

Andrew: What, did they actually send you out here to stop me from talking?

Chazz: No, but...you need to stop talking.

Andrew: Screw that, I've got alot to say!

Chazz: No, Andrew, seriously, just stop...

Andrew: I'm not gonna stop talking about Lugo, Chazz!

Chazz: Screw Lugo, I'm not talking about him! I mean...you have to stop talking about Dad.

Andrew: What? Why? Why should I, Chazz? You don't think he owes us an explanation! He owes us more than explanation, Chazz, he owes us a goddamn apolo...

Chazz: Andrew, Dad is here!

[Andrew looks horrified as they both slowly look at the ramp. There are a few seconds of silence...then "Sexyback" by Justin Timberlake cues on the PA. Andrew and Chazz both give each other confused looks and the crowd actually cheers as Reg Mendel steps out onto the ramp, in all his glory, though he looks more like something out of an urban fashion runway than the Reg of old- he's wearing silver shades, he's got several platinum chains arond his neck. He's wearing a Rocawear t-shirt with a black sports jacket, "vintage" jeans and Timbaland boots.]

Hart: Oh my God...

Wilden: Is that Reg Mendel!?

Hart: Is this Justin Timberlake!?

Wilden: Oh my, Andrew and Chazz look like they're staring at a stranger who has taken over their father's body!

Hart: They are! Reg just...I don't get it! Where's the Versace suit, where's the impeccable dresser!?

[Reg walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. He produces a microphone of his own and has an almost too bright smile on his face. Chazz looks to be sick as Andrew shakes his head.]

Andrew: ...You gotta be kiddin' me...

Chazz: Dad...Dad is that you?

Reg: Yes, it's me boys! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN, HUH!

[Reg throws hugs on the boys, to which Andrew and Chazz struggle to push away from.]

Andrew: What...you...you look like a damn MTV VJ!

Reg: Ya think so? Man, for a second there I thought I wasn't going to look good enough to hang with my boys!

Chazz: "Hang"? Dad...we don't "hang".

Andrew: Well, I hang, but not exactly in that way. Just ask...

Chazz: ANYWAY, Dad, you've been gone for what, three weeks now? We haven't seen or heard for you, me and Andrew have been worried sick about you!

Andrew: You owe us an explanation, pop, you owe us a damn explanation right now!

Reg: Hey, hey, relax guys. I know, I've done bad by you guys. But I have been paying careful attention to you guys while I was gone, and if you got into anything I thought you couldn't handle on your own, you know I would've come back here right away!

Andrew: Yeah, Dad, I guess that's okay, but dammit, I wanna know why you left in the first place! We're family, family doesn't abandon each other!

Reg: And I didn't abandon you! I came back, right! Boys, even a man of my age needs a break every once in a while, and that's what I needed, a break. And over that break, I realized...I realized maybe I haven't been raising you boys right after all.

Hart: What!? They're perfect angels!

Andrew: Haven't raised us...Dad, who have you been talking to, lately?

Reg: No, listen to me! I haven't been raising you two right. I mean...Chazz, you have a chance to be the World Heavyweight Championship, but are you earning those wins! Are you actually fighting for 'em!? Hell no, you're taking the easy route like a damn coward!

Chazz: I'm not being a coward, I'm workin’ the system!

Reg: And YOU, Andrew! You're supposed to be the Mendel family representative when I'm gone, and what are you doing! You’re cursing a dead woman, complaining about an old boss, and even worse, you turned your back on Thaddeus! Thaddeus, as loyal as loyal can come! You screwed that poor...slightly insane man for your own devices...

Andrew: You taught me that you get gold any way you can! And if there's one man that doesn't deserve the cWo United States Championship, is Thaddeus! He's repulsive, he's an idiot, and he's not fit to lace my...

["Maple Leaf Rag" cues on the PA and CBK rolls his eyes in anticipation of Thaddeus. His eyes widen though when the a horse drawn carriage makes it's way into the arena. The crowd goes nuts as it sees several large metal drums with the words "Thaddeuswiser" inscribed on them, with Thaddeus and his Boy riding on the back of it.]

Wilden: What is this! Thaddeus Walker has just ridden in on a buggy!

Hart: What's this nut up to!

[Thaddeus picks up a rather large hose from the buggy, then shouts something athis boy. At once his servant hops up and begins to pump a large lever. Andrew, Reg and Chazz all stand looking confused, until Thaddeus screams "THIS IS WAR!!" and liquid starts spewing out of the hose. The crowd goes nuts as CBK, Chazz and Reg become drenched. Chazz falls down and begins to swim in the wake, Andrew clings to the ropes and tries to hold on for dear life, while Reg seems to just stand in the wake of it]

Wilden: My God!! Thaddeus Walker is...he's spraying down the Mendel family!

Hart: He's spraying us down too! What is that!?

Wilden: don't know, it...I...I think it's hooch!

Hart: What!

Wilden: Thaddeus Walker is spraying down Andrew, Reg and Chazz Mendel with hooch!

Hart: Blech! I've tasted toilet water that taste better than this!

Wilden: How do you like that, Andrew! The number on contender is being doused, and the only question to Andrew Mendel can be this- it's it less filling, or is it better tasting!

Hart: Ooh God, this must be what Paris Hilton taste like!

[The spraying stops and Thaddeus sets down the hose as Andrew Mendel, Chazz and Reg try to recover. Reg looks slightly amused, as Chazz looks ready to barf up a lung and Andrew is absolutely seething. Thaddeus' Boy hands him two wooden mugs and Thaddeus climbs into the buggy. He slams the mugs together, breaking them and spilling hooch all over his head. The "Maple Leaf Rag" plays again as the crowd cheers loudly and Thaddeus picks up the United States Championship and holds it above his head as Andrew screams.]

Wilden: Once again, Thaddeus Walker has embarassed Andrew Mendel and his family! Oh God, how will Andrew Mendel react to this!

Hart: I bet Reg isn't going to be so happy now, is he!?

Wilden: Folks – we’ll be right back!

[Tony "Totally" Awesome sits behind the desk in his office. His giant bodyguard stands against the wall behind a file cabinet. He aims a crossbow at the person in the chair across from Tony, who can't be seen. Tony has a big smile on his face and holds a official looking document.]

Tony "Totally" Awesome: I got you! I finally got you! Do you know what this is? Let me tell you what this is!

[He slides the paper towards his guest. The camera pans back to reveal that Andrew Fiasco is sitting across from Tony.]

Andrew Fiasco: What is this?

Tony "Totally" Awesome: The latest decision from the executive board! You know your big idea, the Path of Kings tournament? Well, now it's MY tournament! You see, you bound us into a contract with Global, and guess what? Global just closed down! Did you know that? We're SUPPORTING their wrestlers with OUR payroll! Do you think the board of directors were gonna allow that?

Andrew Fiasco: It's not my fault your brother and his cronies attacked every competitor from Global!

Tony "Totally" Awesome: Oh? You almost sunk this company with weeks of no shows! Well, luckily for cWo... the board has seen the light and have barred you from making any decisions in the Path of Kings tournament! It's time for me to save this tournament...

Andrew Fiasco: The tournament is MINE! I was my idea! I did all the legwork! And now you're just gonna change everything?

Tony "Totally" Awesome: Not me. I'm far too busy to deal with this insignificant tournament. No, I've assigned someone special to booking this tournament..

[The door opens and Notorious JON enters with a big smile on his face.]

Andrew Fiasco: No! Surely you can't be serious!

Tony "Totally" Awesome: Oh, I'm serious!

Notorious JON: And don't call him Shirley!

Andrew Fiasco: He's got a teammate in the tournament!

Notorious JON: So do you! What I'm going to do, Andrew. is liberate the Path of Kings tournament for your oppressive capitalist hand! The first step was exiling all the of the Foreign Devils from cWo, step two is eliminating a certain religious presence, and step three is assuring that the tournament is run by someone who truly represents the best interest of the people and cWo!

Andrew Fiasco: So who's Roman gonna be facing instead of Digital Mortality? Pason? You? Heretic.

Notorious JON: None of the above. I've removed myself from that situation... conflict of interest, you know. But you'll find out soon enough.

[The bodyguard begins to laugh, then for the first time ever, SPEAKS]

Bodyguard: [high pitched child's voice] You're done, Fiasco!

[Fiasco stands stunned as the camera fades to black]

Commercial Break

[J.J. walks into Tony Awesome’s office, looking calm but a tad bit shaken. Apparently, he just walked in on a heated argument between Andrew Fiasco and Tony Awesome.]

J.J>: I’m sorry… I didn’t interrupt. I just have a favor.

Andrew Fiasco: Don’t worry. What can I do you for?

Tony “Totally” Awesome: I believe he’s addressing me!

J.J: So… tonight… you have Devon Dice taking on The Wraith in the Path of Kings Tournament, right?

Andrew Fiasco: That is correct.

J.J>: Yeah, well… the freak has been stalking me for a few weeks now and quite frankly I am tired of waiting for him to make a move… and you me and Dice have some bad blood… so…

Andrew Fiasco: So… what are you getting at?

J.J: I was wondering if I could be the special guest referee in that match!

[Andrew looks directly intently to J.J. He actually looks very sincere as he does it.]

Andrew Fiasco: J.J, can you honestly tell me that you are going to call this match down the middle.

[J.J doesn’t say anything.]

Andrew Fiasco: That is what I thought. I’m sorry, but this Path of Kings tournament is my baby and I can’t have anything else ruin it. That includes having a special guest referee that is looking to cause trouble rather than letting the best man win.

J.J>: Yeah, but…

[Tony Awesome interrupts J.J before he can interject.]

Tony Awesome: BUT YOU GET INTO YOUR DRESSING AND GET THAT REFEREE’S OUTFIT ON!

J.J.: Really?

Andrew Fiasco: WHAT?

Tony Awesome: That’s right! I’m just going to inform my brother to make sure security is extra tight!

J.J: Thanks Mr. Awesome

Andrew Fiasco: Wait… you can’t…

[Andrew is too late and J.J walks out and slams the door to the office. He looks over at a grinning Awesome.]

Tony “Totally” Awesome: It’s all over Fiasco – now get out of my office before I find something else to take away from you!

[Fiasco struts out of Awesome’s office and slams the door behind him as the camera fades back to ringside]

Wilden: Folks – over the course of the break, a HUGE announcement has taken place! Andrew Fiasco has been usurped from his control of the Path of Kings tournament!

Hart: It’s about time!

Wilden: Not only did Andrew Fiasco lose control due to the Board of Investors – but it was then handed over to Notorious JON! The OMEGA leader is now in charge of the tournament that’s going to decide the fate of the number one contendership to the World Title!

Hart: No more favors for Andrew Fiasco’s friends!

Wilden: But you can almost guess the path that the remaining OMEGA members are going to get in the tournament!

Hart: Oh, calm down, Lance! It won’t be that bad – think about it! It won’t be anything drastic – I mean, Tony Awesome just changed the Devon Dice and Wraith match to feature Carter as the special referee! Is that match altering?

Wilden: Carter has been in feuds with both men as of late! Come on! And besides – I thought power was transferred to Notorious JON, and Tony Awesome no longer had nothing to do with it?

Hart: You know they work hand in hand, Lance!

Wilden: Ugh – folks, let’s get down to the ring for this matchup. Muru’s set to start us off – take us away!

Lance Wilden: This next match should at the very least be… what is the word for it?

Robbie Hart: Weird?

Lance Wilden: I guess that’s it. This is another second round Path of Kings match up and it features a former World Champion and that freak out of hell… The Wraith!

Robbie Hart: Lance… I really feel we are in for the destruction of Dice. Remember, The Wraith compared him to a whore last week!

Lance Wilden: While that is true, Devon Dice is an in ring veteran and certainly has the credentials to be the Path of King’s winner. But the real X-Factor here is going to be the special guest referee for this match: J.J Carter.

Robbie Hart: Yeah, it is just like J.J to interject himself into something that isn’t his own business. I’m not sure why Tony Awesome even allowed this take place.

Lance Wilden: He allowed to take place because Andrew Fiasco didn’t want him to. He did it to stick it to the minority owner, that’s why. While I like J.J, this can’t be a very fair fight to say the least. As we know, The Wraith has been stalking J.J for the last couple of weeks. And lets not forget that there just might be some unresolved issues between Devon Dice and J.J Carter as well.

Robbie Hart: So I guess the big question is…. Who is J.J Carter going to screw over first?

Lance Wilden: I think we are going to find out soon enough…

Muru: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is the second round in the SOUTHERN BRACKET OF THE PATH OF KINGS TOURNAMENT! Introducing First…


[Two red dice roll toward the screen and read "Devon Dice" as "Shut 'em Down" by Public Enemy plays and Devon Dice makes his way to the ring.]

Muru: Hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey… weighing in at TWO HUNDRED TWENTY FIVE POUNDSSS!.... HE IS DEVON DICE!!

Lance Wilden: And listen to the ovation for Devon Dice…

Robbie Hart: He sucks…

Lance Wilden: Well, that is the most blunt insult I have ever heard from you, Robbie. But no matter what my colleague says… Dice looks determined to win this match tonight. I don’t think man nor beast can stop him.

Robbie Hart: I don’t….

Lance Wilden: Nor creature out of hell!

Robbie Hart: Look at him… he’s shaking in his boots.

Lance Wilden: Robbie, your seeing things again.

[Dice stretches in the ring as the lights in the arena go out.]

Robbie Hart: Lance I’m scared…

Lance Wilden: Oh will you stop it?

[[The sound a harp begins as a beautiful shot of a vast garden appears on the cWo-tron. The camera focuses on gigantic tree standing in the middle of this exotic garden paradise. A half naked woman runs up to this tree and slowly looks at it. First she see’s an apple and right next to the apple is a snake. She picks the apple off the tree and hesitates for a moment. She then looks at the snake and smiles. She brings the apple up to her lips and slowly takes a bite. Suddenly fireworks shoot up in the arena as the screen turns to red and “Superbeast” by Rob Zombie blasts over the P.A system. Pentagrams and hell fire are shown on the cWo-tron as a ring of fire appears on the ramp way. In between this ring of fire a hooded man slowly starts to elevate. Once he is completely elevated, it can be seen that he is holding a snake over his shoulders. He looks up revealing his hideously ugly steel mask. Once the fire settles, he pulls off his hood and slowly stands on the rampway staring down his opponent.]

Muru: And his opponent… WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED FORTY FIVE POUNDS!... Hailing from the ENDLESS ABYSS! …. THE WRAITH!

Lance Wilden: Robbie, even though I am not as scared as you are… this man is still very intimidating.

Robbie Hart: He brings a snake to the ring, Lance… snakes are scary.

Lance Wilden: Yes… they are, especially because two weeks ago, The Wraith illegally used his pet snake to win against Juvian Ramorez…

Robbie Hart: And don’t forget that he also used that weird black liquid as well.

Lance Wilden: This actually makes me glad that we are going to have J.J reefing. At least he’ll make sure that nothing like that will happen again.

[Devon Dice slides out of the ring as The Wraith enters petting his snake. He slowly places his pet in its burlap sack and sets it in his corner. Devon Dice never takes his eyes off The Wraith. The Wraith heads to the top turnbuckle and spits out black liquid.]

Robbie Hart: EWWWWW… I haven’t felt this way since I went on Honey, I Shrunk The Audience in Orlando.

[The Wraith stands in the middle of the ring as his music dies down.]

Muru: And introducing next… the special guest referee for this match…

["Grasshopper" by Sander van Doorn plays over the arena. A couple of spotlights flash across the arena, before finally spotting J.J. Carter walking down through the crowd sporting a black and white referee shirt. He then jumps over the barrier and slides into the ring. He stares down The Wraith as The Wraith tilts his head slightly to the left… suddenly, Devon Dice slides back into the ring and starts hammering in punches to the back of The Wraith’s head. J.J signals for bell]

[Ding Ding Ding]

Lance Wilden: Great thinking on the part of Devon Dice… he waited until The Wraith was distracted by J.J before making a pre-emptive strike on this monster.

Robbie Hart: Isn’t that considered cheating?

Lance Wilden: No, Devon Dice is clearly picking his spots. Dice grabs The Wraith and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle. Dice wastes no time and lands a running forearm into the chest of The Wraith. Dice is being smart, he knows shots to the front of The Wraith’s head will do no good because of that mask he wears. I’m not really sure why is allowed to wear it when I think about it.

Robbie Hart: I hear it is because he is greatly disfigured and can’t let anyone see his horrible face…

Lance Wilden: Either way… Devon Dice with the Irish Whip again and the other turn buckle and this time he answers with a running knee to The Wraith’s chest. Dice is making a great showing here early on because of his preemptive strike. Dice again with the Irish Whip but this time tosses The Wraith into the ropes. The Wraith bounces back and Dice attempts a leg lariat but The Wraith ducks and bounces off the ropes. And The Wraith TAKES DOWN WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!. And Dice is down…

Robbie Hart: I told you this guy was creepy … and look at the way he is staring at J.J now… EEEWWW is that liquid coming out of his mouth again?

Lance Wilden: The Wraith better get his mind off J.J or else Dice is going to take advantage of this again. The Wraith turns around and picks up Devon Dice again and slams him down with a fierce back body drop. The Wraith grabs Dice by the hair and looks at J.J as he slams his fist into the face of Devon Dice. This is… weird… he just seems obsessed with J.J. Why?

Robbie Hart: He explained why… he wants to take his soul to hell. Sounds reasonable enough for me.

Lance Wilden: Yeah… reasonable. The Wraith lifts Dice up and it looks like he is going for another back body drop… but Dice with a hard kick to the gut of The Wraith and he breaks free. And Dice off the ropes with a clubbing blow that makes The Wraith waver on his feet a little bit. Dice back off the ropes and he lands a beautiful looking bull dog on The Wraith. Devon follows up with a short distance elbow drop to the chest of The Wraith. Dice picks him up and delivers a vicious looking fisherman’s suplex to this monster out of hell. And Dice begins to choke The Wraith and JJ allows it.

Robbie Hart: Is JJ that much of a coward that he makes himself ref to make sure Dice weakens The Wraith?

Lance Wilden: That is not it at all, J.J got tired of The Wraith taunting him from behind the scenes. Carter is just bringing the fight to him, so to speak. Dice pulls The Wraith back up by the hair, but the masked man counters with a brutal uppercut, followed by a kick to the gut. With Dice stunned, The Wraith lays in hard chops to the chest. He follows this up with an implant DDT to the former World Champion.

Robbie Hart: How creepy is this guy? It seems impossible to keep him down.

Lance Wilden: I doubt that it is impossible, maybe unlikely, but not impossible. But I don’t like the way The Wraith is looking at J.J now. J.J gestures for The Wraith to “bring it on.” And The Wraith takes up the invite and starts hammering J.J with several lefts and rights. The Wraith grabs J.J by his bandana and tosses him out of the ring. It looks like we are going to go through this match without a ref for a little bit.

Robbie Hart: So does this mean that “Anything goes?”

Lance Wilden: I guess so. But as The Wraith whips around, Devon Dice attacks with leg lariat to The Wraith. The Wraith is quickly back up, but Dice locks up and performs a side Russian leg sweep on the dark lord. Dice now laying the stomps to the chest of Wraith. Dice picks The Wraith back up and irish whips him to the turnbuckle. Devon Dice backs up and prepares to charge. But The Wraith moves out of the way as Dice shoulder connects with the post!!! That has got to hurt.

Robbie Hart: The Wraith might be a slow mover, but he is a smart mover. Hell, he is the master of mind games.

Lance Wilden. Dice begins to stumble around the ring, stung by crash into the turnbuckle. AND THE WRAITH SPIT’S THE BLACK OOZE INTO THE FACE OF DEVON DICE!!! There is no referee to disqualify him either!

Robbie Hart: This was all part of The Wraith’s plan all along. And this is why he is going to be moving onto the next round. I don’t think anyone can beat this monster.

Lance Wilden: The Wraith grabs Dice and sets him up for the Paradise Lost, his patented hang man neck breaker. BUT WAIT… J.J CARTER BACK IN WITH A STEEL CHAIR AND SLAMS IT OVER THE HEAD OF THE WRAITH. AS DICE FALLS TO THE MAT, CARTER PLUNGES THE CHAIR INTO THE GUT OF THE WRAITH. This followed up with a close line out of the ring.

Robbie Hart: What kind of referee is Carter? That’s not very legal.

Wilden: Neither is spraying mist into the eyes of your opponent. Now Carter beginning the count.

[1]

[2]

Robbie Hart: Wait… Carter is counting faster than he should.

[3]

[4]

Lance Wilden: Well, The Wraith shouldn’t have been stalking and taunting Carter for the past couple of weeks.

[5]

[6]

[The Wraith slowly gets up and tries to shake off the cob webs.]

[7]

[Devon Dice slowly gets to his feet and gives Carter a confused look as the fast count continues as the Wraith approaches the apron.]

[8]

[Devon Dice wastes no time and knocks the Wraith backwards with a baseball slide.


Robbie Hart: Somebody get a real ref in here, Carter is destroying a match. And Dice is aiding this travesty. GREAT!

[9]

Lance Wilden: Hey, this was your hero, Tony Awesome’s idea.

Robbie Hart: Its not his fault that Carter is abusing the law.

[10]

Lance Wilden: That’s it, the Wraith is out of the Path of Kings tournament due to some questionable actions on the part of the special guest referee, J.J Carter.

Robbie Hart: If J.J wasn’t involved we all know that The Wraith would have destroyed Dice.

Lance Wilden: We don’t know that for sure if that would be the case, but it looks like Dice is figuring out what really happened here.

[Dice points to the chair as J.J tries to explain why he did what he did… at that moment, The Wraith climbs back up on the apron.]

Muru: Here is your winner by count out: DEVON DICE!!!

Robbie Hart: Uh-oh, it looks like there is literally going to be hell to pay here.

[The two stare down Wraith, but suddenly the lights in the arena go out.]

Robbie Hart: NOT AGAIN!

Lance Wilden: The mind games continue from the Wraith as the arena is shed in darkness.

[The lights come back on and the Wraith is gone. JJ Carter is on the outside of the ring making his way backstage.  Lamont Dalmon is seen behind Devon Dice ready to attack.]

Robbie Hart: OH MY GOD, THE WRAITH IS BLACK!!!

Lance Wilden:  That is Lamont, he is still looking for revenge on Dice.

[Dice turns around and sees Lamont.  He looks a bit apprehensive before becoming the aggressor and pointing and yelling at Lamont.]

Lance Wilden: Well, Dice is not backing down, barking orders at Lamont.

Robbie Hart: Getting yelled at by Devon Dice?  Come on now, are you serious?

Lance Wilden: Lamont has had enough and charges Dice and lands a big clothesline, and now the cWo Security team is making their way to the ring.  Lamont is outnumbered.

Robbie Hart: I didn’t realize you could count.

[Security rushes into the ring and shackle Lamont.  Dice gets to his feet and demands a nightstick from one of the security guards.]

Lance Wilden: What is Dice going to do with that?

Robbie Hart: We all know where that thing has been, Lamont looks terrified. 

Lance Wilden: Oh my, Dice with the nightstick over the head of Lamont, knocking him out cold!

Devon Dice: That’s how we handle things, you don’t want to listen to us, you get taken out, this is my house!  Take him back to holding.

Lance Wilden: Dice enforcing the law with some force.

Robbie Hart: Well, I don’t think Reverend Al Sharpton is going to like this very much.  We have another Rodney King situation.

Lance Wilden: Never the less folks, we will be back after this word from our sponsors

Commercial Break

[The scene opens with CBK pulling on a new pair of black trunks as Chazz and Reg walk in.]

Chazz: I can't believe what you're saying!

Andrew: I didn't say anything.

Chazz: Not you, Dad.

Andrew: Hey, pops, there's nothing to work, because after I beat down Thaddeus Walker...

Reg: You'll be doing nothing of the sort!

Andrew: ...What? What do you mean I'll being doing nothing of the sort?

Reg: Just what I said. You guys have been nothing short of mean to Thaddeus Walker! He deserved one night of retribution, and it was actually pretty funny.

Andrew: Funny!? He doused us in moonshine!

Reg: Oh don't be such a spoil sport! Compared to what you two did to him it's nothing! Lighten up, kiddo, these things happen.

Andrew: "These things happen"? No one has been doused in moonshine since Lindsay Lohan's 21st birthday, Dad!

Reg: You deserved it, boy, and you know you did! There's no use complaining about it, it'll do you no good! I'm the Dad, you're the son, what I say goes!

Andrew: Ya know what...I don't have time for this, Dad!

Reg: You've got time for whatever I say you have time for. And as far as I'm concerned, it's about damn time I came back to straighten you boys out! You have a match you need to get ready for it, but when you get back here, you can be damn sure I'll have a punishment for you!

[CBK glares in defiance as his father, then silently leaves. Chazz sighs and puts his arm around Reg.]

Chazz: Kids these days, huh?

[Reg growls as Chazz and he backs away.]

Commercial Break

[Jack is walking to his car and is about to open the door]

Voice: Hey.

[Jack turns around to see David Rivers]

Union: Hey.

Rivers: You okay?

Union: Yep. Fine.

Rivers: Heard about the company - and the films...

Union:...yep.

Rivers: What's wrong?

Union: Nothing.

Rivers: Are you sure? Because up until last week, you were fine.

[Jack sighs and opens his car door]

Union: I just needed to see what I had, and what I need.

[Jack enters the car]

Rivers: Are we still...

Union: Course. Best buds.

[Jack smiles]

Union: I just...need to do my thing...

[Jack shuts the car door and drives off as the camera fades back to ringside]

Wilden: Alright folks – in just a few moments, Andrew Mendel and Alex Kayman are going to get underway, and before the break, and I think a little bit of that old Reg just came back out!

Hart: It’s about time he came back and whipped these two into shape! I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t know if I like it!

Wilden: Folks – we’re going to head down to the ring where Muru is standing by!

["Our Truth" by Lacuna Coil cues on the PA and golden light bathes the arena. As the main riff kicks it, fireworks explode out of the ramp and sparks rain from the Tron. Andrew Mendel slowly walks out on the ramp and stands at the top, looking pissed off and moody, still damp from earlier in the night.]

Muru: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, from British Columbia, Vancouver, Canada, he weighs in at 235 pounds, "THE COMEBACK KID", AAANNNDDREEEWWWW MEENNDDEELLL!!

Wilden: Well it hasn't been a good night for "The Comeback Kid" at all, earlier tonight he got drenched in hooch!

Hart: By Thaddeus! I can't imagine why Thaddeus would do such a thing, surely he's been taken over by devils and which doctors....or something!

Wilden: Well Andrew Mendel may be able to take some out that agression out on Alex Kayman here tonight!

(He then makes his way down to the ramp with a cocky grin on his face. Jake makes his way to the ring and hops up on the apron. He climbs between the ropes and then walks to the center of the ring, where he out stretches his arms and sparks rain from above and shoot from the turnbuckles. He then removes his ring jacket and bounces off the ropes for some warm up. Then "Lay Down" by Priestess cues on the PA and fireworks explode out of the ramp. Alex Kayman explodes out onto the stage.)

Muru: And his opponent, from San Diego, California, he weighs in at 219 pounds, he is "THE STTUUDDDD", ALLLEEXX KAAAYYMMMAN!!

Wilden: And what an opportunity for Alex Kayman to make an impact in singles competition, Alex Kayman here by himself tonight as Mikalah and Jake Oliver are at home dealing with a family emergency, so Kayman's gonna go it alone here tonight!

Hart: ANd he doesn't stand a chance!

(He walks down the ramp, high fiving fans and posing for a picture here or there until he reaches the ring, where he rolls in, then makes his way to the turnbuckle and poses for the fans. He then hops down and stares at CBK.)

DING DING DING!

Wilden: And we're off and running, "The Comeback Kid" Andrew Mendel, "The Stud" Alex Kayman, lots of history in this match as the two lock-up. Interesting fact is that Andrew Mendel helped Alex Kayman out a lot in the beginning of his career, CBK with the headlock on Kayman, Kayman quickly reverses into a hammerlock, CBK revereses that with a hammerlock of his own and back into the headlock. Alex Kayman runs Mendel into the ropes and sends him off into the parallel set and now Kayman with the arm drag, charges after CBK and Mendel gets an arm drag of his own, both men to their feet, Kayman tries to charge again and CBK gets him in the headlock takedown, side headlock applied, Kayman tries to get out of it with the headscissors but CBK able to block it with his hand, CBK a veteran, been wrestling since he was sixteen, he's 28 now, Kayman been wrestling for three years, major advantage goes to CBK.

Hart: And besides that, if there's one man that can ground Kayman's high flying offense, it's Andrew Mendel, look at him now.

Wilden: Don't speak too soon, Alex Kayman able to fight back to his feet, elbows to the midsection, elbow to the midsection again and CBK lets go, Kayman now tries for the irish whip, Mendel reverses, but Kayman comes off with the ropes with the big springboard crossbody, right on the cover, one, two, THRE..!? NO!! Good god that was close, this match was about 3/4 quarters away from being over, CBK rolls back to his feet, Kayman is waiting for him as he boots CBK in the stomach, shoots CBK into the ropes, and now CBK answer Kayman's springboard crossbody with a springboard dropkick!! And now CBK on the cover, one, two, THRE...NO!! As close as close gets, and CBK gets back to his feet, Kayman back to his as well, and I don't think Kayman was expecting that!

[Kayman looks frustrated as CBK walks to the corner and kicks his feet up on the ropes. Kayman shakes his head as Andrew comes down off the ropes and the two circle each toher again,]

Wilden: And let us not forget, if he wants, Andrew can have a pretty solid aerial game, we saw that when he first debuted, he's since move to a more mat based attack, but he can get aerial with the best one. And now they lock up again, and Alex Kayman goes with the arm wringer, CBK grabs the top rope and flips himself out of it, and gets an arm wrench of his own, but Alex Kayman cartwheels out of it this time and gets his arm wringer back in, CBK able to boot Kayman in the stomach, Kayman sents into the ropes, CBK bends over and telegraphs it as Kayman kicks him in the face, CBK on dream street as Kayman hits the ropes again, comes off and CBK tries for the sidewalk slam, but Kayman able to counter, he goes into the headscissors but CBK able to muscle Kayman onto his shoulder, he tries to go for the big running powerslam, Kayman thouogh able to twist off and he gets CBK with a DDT! Alex Kayman with the DDT out of nowhere, covers, ONE, TWO, THRE...NO!! CBK got his foot on the rope! Another near fall in the early going of this match!

Hart: What you saw was the veteran instinct, the ring awareness of Andrew Mendel with the foot on the rope, and...and what's Kayman doing?

[CBK grabs at his head as Kayman waves at him, then kicks his feet up on the ropes and smiles brightly.]

Hart: How disrespectful!

Wilden: Again, with the one-up manship between Andrew Mendel and Alex Kayman...and Andrew Mendel is actually smiling!

Hart: Smiling because he knows he's gonna kick this kids rear-end!

Wilden: And Kayman comes off the ropes and now the two men start to circle again...and CBK reaches out his hand? Andrew Mendel with a...a show of respect?

Hart: Well even CBK can admit when...wait...what?!

Wilden: ANd the two men slap hands in the center of the ring, circle each other again Kayman is gonna try for a lock up but CBK goes downstairs with a kick to the knee! And now CBK gonna go back to his mat wrestling, double leg take down and he tries to shoot for what looks to be a half boston crab, but Kayman counters into an inside cradle! Inside cradle on Andrew Mendel, one, two, THRE...NO! Mendel kicks out, and he waste no time going right back at the legs of Alex Kayman!

Hart: You see Andrew Mendel stomping away at the legs, it's so obvious it shocks me that no one has really done it yet, you cut out the legs from a guy like Alex Kayman and you eliminate a good hunk of his offense, those springboard manuevers and top rope moves aren't going to be so easy, so natural for Alex Kayman to do with a bum wheel.

Wilden: And you can see, CBK trying to get maybe a half crab on the leg, but Kayman kicks him away, CBK rolls back to his feet though and gets ahold of that leg again, Alex Kayman squirms for the ropes, but CBK is just not letting letting go of that leg, and now Mendel pulling on that leg as he goes outside and...and he's gonna wrap it around the turnbuckle!

Hart: Yes! Break it!

Wilden: That's a miserable thing to say, as Andrew wraps that leg around the post! Kayman screams out in pain as CBK grabs both of Kayman's legs now...he's criss-crossing them across that post and...oh no, you don't think...

Hart: He might me! This should be great!

Wilden: And Andrew Mendel has got a figure four locked in on Kayman! Kayman's legs are wrapped around the post and CBK has a damn figure four leg lock on him! And the referee has started his five count, this move illegal as illegal can be, and CBK doesn't break until four!

Hart: That was incredible, Lance!

Wilden: I think you were right, Robbie, Andrew's focusing on the legs to stop Alex Kayman fro flipping around from him as CBK rolls back into the ring and goes for the lateral press, but Kayman kicks out quickly, and you see CBK go right back to the leg as he grabs hold of it...and he falls backwards! Alex Kayman cries out and desperately crawls for the ropes, the only place he can find solice, Andrew goes after him and Alex Kayman uses his good leg to kick him away, and now he uses the ropes to get back to his feet, but again CBK kicks him in the leg! And Alex Kayman's knee...it's gotta be just killing him right now, as CBK lays into him with a stiff sniff edge chop, and then he kicks the bad leg again, and another chop, and back down to the leg!

Hart: Make it hard for him to breath and stand, Andrew!

Wilden: And now Andrew with the boot to the stomach, sends Kayman into the ropes, Kayman's gonna try for the springboard...and he nails CBK with an elbow!! Alex Kayman with the springboard elbow taking down CBK, and now Alex Kayman rolls back to his feet, shaky as his legs may be, CBK on his stomach and...KAYMAN NAILS A STANDING 450 SPLASH!! How the hell did he manage that!

Hart: Thaddeus was right, this is dark magic!

Wilden: A standing 450 splash on CBK's back, and Alex Kayman not done, he's trying to work the kinks out of that knee, and now Alex Kayman charges towards the ropes, and now...the lionsault!! Kayman with the springboard moonsault, again on CBK's back! Kayman's got a game plan, that's for damn sure! Toughing out the pain in that knee to do some damage to the back on ANdrew Mendel!

Hart: Come on, Andrew, get up!

Wilden: Alex Kayman limping on that bad leg, but he's not gonna stop as Andrew tries to get away, and now Andrew's got a bullseye on his back! And now Kayman underhooks both those legs,, and Andrew Mendel trying to fight it as Alex trying to turn him over...and Alex does, and Alex has Andrew in the Liontamer! And he's got in synched in deep! Kayman has the Lionsault, and...and...

DING DING DING!!

Hart: WHAT!? DID HE TAP!?!

Wilden: I don't think so...I don't...Kayman is looking confused...wait a minute!

[The time keeper is wrestling over the ring bell with someone as Kayman raises his arms in the air. Andrew Mendel looks furious as he rolls out of the ring and grabs the guy from behind, but the cloaked man turns around and clocks Andrew Mendel with the ring bell!]

Wilden: Andrew Mendel just got clocked with the ring bell! What the hell is going on!

Hart: What the hell!

[The referee comes outside and yanks the cloak off...revealing Thaddeus Walker underneath!]

Hart: THAT DEVILISH BASTARD!!

Wilden: Thaddues Walker just nailed Andrew Mendel with the ring bell, Alex Kayman is on the inside of the ring completely confused, and the referee is talking to Muru!

Muru: Uhh, ladies and gentlemen, your winner by disqualification, Andrew Mendel!

Wilden: ALEX KAYMAN GOT DISQUALIFIED BECAUSE OF THADDEUS!

Hart: I am so confused!

Wilden: Kayman doesn't even know what happened, Andrew Mendel is out cold, and Thaddeus is standing over Andrew Mendel rubbing his hands together! Thaddeus Walker once again makes a fool out of Andrew Mendel! Oh my God, how is Andrew gonna react to this!?

Hart: You know it won’t be well – that’s for certain!

Wilden: Thaddeus Walker seems to be digging himself into a hole with the Mendel clan all night after his antics last night – and it’s still unclear of what will come from it! I don’t know if Andrew Mendel can wait for Thaddeus at Veneration – I think he’s going to want him now!

Hart: Who wouldn’t? I can’t believe this is happening! Why would Thaddeus do this?

Wilden: You know, it doesn’t –

[Fanfare for the Common Man by Emerson, Lake and Palmer hits the PA system, immediately giving fans reason to boo, when we see Nick Dangerous coming out to the ring wearing a Seriously Dangerous T-Shirt, John Pilchard wearing business attire with an "Are You SERIOUS" T-shirt underneath his overcoat, as Nick hobbles towards the ring with a scowl on his face, his title belt around his waist, and his leg wrapped in bandage.]

Wilden: Well here comes our fearless champion...

Hart: You seem less than enthused as usual, you don't have to open your mouth when Nick is out here you know!

Wilden: It's very hard for me to stay silent when our champion is embarassing our entire company.

Hart: Hey hey hey! Whoa! Whoa! Enough!

Wilden: And it's funny how the healthier his leg gets, the bigger that cast around his leg seems to grow.

Hart: Who knows, maybe Josh Cantrell jumped him from behind recently and reaggravated it, maybe that's why he's out here, to call him out!

Wilden: Keep dreaming.

[Nick makes it to the ring as he doesn't seem to get in any better of a mood.]

Hart: Seriously what's the champ got on his mind tonight?

Wilden: I'm sure it's something solely about himself.

[Nick stands in the ring looking upset as he looks among the crowd.]

Nick Dangerous: I came here simply for one reason and one reason only, I don't wanna waste too much time because I know you all came to see some wrestling, but I came here to make...an announcement.

Hart: Say what?

[The fans boo as Nick continues.]

Dangerous: An announcement that may change the cWo as we know it, when we all started to lose hope. The last few weeks have been some of the most trying weeks of my career, my leg broken, my reputation starting to flicker as my star, much to my dismay starts to fade, and it's leaving me a bitter, broken shell of my former self, and it's killing me, just killing me!....But as I said, I have a huge announcement and it's been a long time coming, I am now one hundred percent healed! My leg is perfectly fine.

[Fans continue booing as it seems most of the crowd doesn't seem to care, while John Pilchard without hesitation applauds the announcement.]

Hart: YES! YES! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD IT'S LIKE I'M TWELVE AGAIN!

Wilden: I'll say..

Dangerous: And my first announcement as a one hundred percent fully healed champion involves Josh Cantrell!

[The crowd begins to pop.]

Dangerous: And Roman!

[The crowd continues to pop as they suddenly have become interested in what Nick has to say.]

Dangerous: And my good friend Johnny Serious!

[The crowd continues their pop while a portion of the crowd boos mention of Johnny Serious.]

Dangerous: .....Wait wait wait, not so fast, not so fast, whatever announcement I was gonna make regarding any of those three and my World Championship is an announcement I'd be making weeks from now, maybe months, if my leg was ACTUALLY a hundred percent healed!

Hart: WHAT!

Wilden: Why is he wasting our time.

Dangerous: That's right, I lied! So sue me, I'm not one hundred percent, I'm a seventy at best, my leg has a lot of intensive therapy left-

[As Nick continues fans begin booing even louder than before.]

Dangerous: Oh boo me! Boo me! Fact of the matter is you guys were cheering at the thought of my recovery, you guys can hide behind your false emotions now but thirty seconds ago you were at the brink of chanting my name!

Wilden: Oh brother, they weren't cheering for you Champ!

Dangerous: You guys miss seeing me step in this ring and doing what got me this gold around my waist and you know it! I know it, the world over knows it! There's only one person who misses seeing me in the ring wrestling my guts out more than all of you.

[Nick paces around the ring as Pilchard enthusiastically points to himself, as Nick speaks again.]

Dangerous: Myself.

Wilden: At least he's honest.

Dangerous: And what's more? The only reason I'm in this state is because Josh Cantrell doesn't know the redundancy of holding a submission hold when the referee doesn't even know he's applying it! Because Josh doesn't understand the concept of wrestling a match without malicious intent! And as long as I'm World Heavyweight Champion, the only way Josh would have a single HOPE of even coming within ten feet of my Title, or anything tinted gold for that matter is if he was a praying man! But the fact that because of someone like Josh Cantrell, instead of talking about a valiant defense I look forward to making at Las Vegas, at Veneration, I'm instead talking about what could have been, with a broken leg, surrounded by a bunch of cottage cheese smelling hogs at ALBUQUERQUE!

[Irate fans begin to chant Cantrell's name as the feeling seems to be mutual, as the camera displays an irate look on Nick's face as well as he continues.]

Dangerous: Chant his name all you want it doesn't hide the fact that I already exposed you as Nick Dangerous fans through and throu-

[Suddenly Nick is cut off as cameras show Andrew Fiasco coming from the entrance way with a look of frustration in his eyes.]

Andrew Fiasco: Nick!..Nick!.....Nick! Enough!

Dangerous: This has nothing to do with you!

Fiasco: This has EVERYTHING to do with me. Nick, I've heard enough, for the last few weeks I've been watching, you might think you're free to do anything you want here in cWo and circumstances of such actions are minimal, but I'm not Tony Awesome and I'm not prepared to let you walk all over anyone who doesn't look like you when they look in the mirror!

Dangerous: I was just about to make my REAL announcement.

Fiasco: Well I suggest you keep it to yourself because it's probably even more false than your practice announcement!

Dangerous: Tony Awesome already-

Fiasco: You're dealing with ME now!

[Fans begin to rally behind Fiasco as Nick looks dumbfounded by Fiasco's tone.]

Fiasco: And I'm taking control of anything related to YOU, Champ! You can go to Tony Awesome if you want, you can turn to him all you want but every decision he makes, I will be at the ready to change it, and I've already heard through the grapevine some obnoxious contenders you've had in mind to face your so called friend Johnny Serious and I'm gonna tell you now, it's not happening! I’ve got some free time on my hands since the Path of Kings tournament was taken away from me – and I plan on it using it wisely!

Dangerous: Question my taste in up and coming contenders but when you have to find a contender and Johnny Serious isn't an option it's hard to tell the difference between cWo and a circus!

[Cameras focus on Andrew Fiasco who is seen cutting his fingers across his neck.]

Dangerous: I am a World Champion, I've beaten Ryne Deth! Roman! Notor....

[Nick continues to speak but no one hears it.]

Wilden: Fiasco just cut Nick's mic!

Fiasco: This has gone on long enough Nick. The bottom line is this, you're no longer calling your own shots, your just a passenger, and I'm gonna drive you away from that title if you're not prepared to be a true champion. You have until commercials are over to leave the ring peacefully before I reconsider you letting Johnny Serious defend YOUR title.

Wilden: Fiasco just laid down the ground rules! It's about time!

Hart: He's got some nerve!

Wilden: We're going to commercials folks, will the title situation become more clear after tonight?

[A clip of Christian Roman turning his face to Troy Turley, after losing the World Title to Notorious JON, with a voiceover in the background]

Christian Roman: Why is what I have done been deemed so important when the task has been left incomplete?

[A clip of Christian Roman being pinned by Notorious JON; another clip of Christian Roman getting slammed with a chair at Slam in the Sand]

Christian Roman: Why are my accolades held above others when I have done nothing in my own opinion that sets me apart from the rest? I am humbled in the eyes of the Lord.

[A clip of Christian Roman sprint down the ramp towards the ring]

Christian Roman: Some would say I itch for a fight; some would I say I’m fool-hardy and believe in nonsense. I would say that I’m directed by the light of God.

[A clip of Christian Roman of the past, winning the TV Title, US Title, World Title, and Tag Titles]

Christian Roman: My history speaks for itself; an award show dissects my past and shows how great I am. How much better I could be if I had God all along. But it doesn’t show everything. It doesn’t show my pitfalls.

[A clip of Christian Roman being pinned by Notorious JON in his first ever World Title match after taking a chair shot from then friend Chris Cypher]

Christian Roman: You learn not to trust anyone; not even those that swore their allegiance to you. You learn to trust yourself. You learn to trust God.

[A clip of Christian Roman praying as the OMEGA symbol flashes]

Christian Roman: But I don’t need your help; I don’t need your pardons or your pride – I need the Lord. And all will be well.

Commercial Break

[CBK walks back into his lockerroom with absolutely seething. Chazz is looking slightly green and Reg looking stern.]

Andrew: Did you see that!? Thaddeus...he hit me in the face with the ring bell! How fair is that! Jesus...least I still won...

Reg: That doesn't matter to me! Winning isn't everything!

Andrew: ...It isn't?

Reg: No, it isn't! Honor and respect, however, are! So next week...you're going to do something. Next week...you and Thaddeus are going to meet in the ring!

Andrew: Huh...that's my punishment? I get to kick that joker's ass early?

Chazz: *sighs* Not quite, I tried to talk him out of it...

Reg: Quiet, Chazz! You see, Andrew, you don't deserve to face Thaddeus, and after talking with Andrew Fiasco, you won't face Thaddeus for the United States Championship...

Andrew: WHAT!? You went to Fiasco!?

Reg: Fiasco is a good man, and he's agreed with me that next week, you two will indeed meet in the center of the ring...it'll be you giving Thaddeus a public apology! And if you don't apologize to Thaddeus, if the words "I'm sorry" don't pass through your lips, you will never, EVER, get your shot at the United States Championship!

Andrew: You've got to be kidding me...

Reg: I'm not joking! You can be damn sure of that! Now if you'll excuse me, I've got tickets to the Hannah Montana concert tonight.

[Reg leaves and Andrew looks shocked as Chazz stands up, looking queasy.]

Chazz: We have to put a stop to this, fast, man.

Andrew: Damn right we do...and we will....dammit!

[Andrew punches the wall as Chazz shakes his head.]

Wilden: Andrew has to apologize! Oh man, I can't wait to see that!

Hart: What is wrong with Reg! He went to Fiasco! Is he trying to destroy his family!?

Wilden: Reg has turned over a new leaf, and I like it!

Hart: Only you would!

Wilden: Alright folks – it’s about time for Christian Roman to step into the ring, but we don’t know yet what’s going to happen with that one! We’re assuming that it’s going to be Digital Mortality – but we’re not entirely sure!

Hart: I know Tony Awesome and OMEGA have something up their sleeves for this

one!

[Suddenly, the arena turns pitch black and the image of a crucifix appears on the screen]

[Over the loudspeakers, starting off quickly, are the riffs from Protest the Hero’s “Heretics and Killers”]

They called me the man with the blood of Christ HONESTYYYY
But tonight I drink with heathens and the finest blasphemies
In wine there's truth but in silence there's surrender
A screaming for the silence in stunned suspicious terror

[Pyrotechnics explode at the top of the ramp as the crucifix fades to a highlight reel of Christian Roman]

I built a temple in my life and used God to seal the pillars
After twenty years of fighting young heretics and killers
I watch my temple fall to pieces at the first signs of oncoming weather
Fell to my knees like Jesus in the cave, knew I would die

[As the smoke billows, the highlight reels comes to an end, focusing on the back of Christian Roman, littered with images of Christ and other religious icons]

But my lips could only say; I’m not your son so why have you forsaken me?
There's a hole in my heart but it just makes me unholy
Crucified that night and I walked away with alter-egos
Like the prison priest who preaches his dead and buried gospel

[As the smoke clears,Christian is seen to a large crowd approval. He slowly makes his way down the ramp with a serious look written across his face.]

While my faith is in ruins my duty still breathes strong
I'm a parrot in a cage just saying prayers to belong to a textbook
Of my crying, lying, dying history; a textbook Of my crying, lying, dying history; a textbook Of my crying; a textbook Of my lying ; a textbook of my dying ; a textbook Of my history.

[Christian slides into the ring and bounces off the ropes a few times, waiting for his opponent to make an appearance. "Physical" by NIN plays and the crowd boos as Jen Diamond steps onto the entrance ramp with a microphone.]

Wilden: Well, it looks like Jen Diamond is the one who's been assigned to face Christian Roman, but she's lost in the tournament already!

Hart: That didn't count, Fiasco tried to force her to face a teammate!

[Jen Diamond puts the mic to her lips]

Diamond: Roman, you've been trying hard to get Omega's attention for the last few months. First you take out our sister Stephanie Bliss... and now, every time you open your mouth you seem to mention our name. But recently you've directed your attention towards one of our old teammates... Chris Michaels. For some reason, you think that Omega somehow still cares about Chris Michaels... and you had a "secret" to reveal. Well, I know you wanted a dramatic revea;, but I think the world should know: Chris MIchaels and I had an affair!

Wilden: What?! Chris Michaels is a married man and a Presidential Candidate!

Hart: He's human, Lance! So what?!

Diamond: I bet you thought that this was going to be the news that rocked Omega to the core... but you're a few months late. It's true, Chris and I had a thing. We've had a few things, off and on. But that's old news, and so is Chris Michaels! I've moved on, I've found someone BETTER.. and not just better BIGGER and better! Roman.. meet your opponent for tonight: ASM!

[ASM sprints out from the back and down the ramp, sliding into the ring immediately as Christian begins stomping away on the downed giant]

[Ding Ding Ding]

Wilden: Notorious JON is going with ASM here in this crucial match that’s going to determine Christian Roman’s fate in the Path of Kings tournament!

Hart: What a great choice, Lance! Notorious JON really pulled out all of the stops for this one. Good luck Christian you're going to need it!

Wilden: ASM gets to his feet and knocks Roman backwards with a swift European Uppercut, taking the Irish Warrior down a peg, but he seems a bit unfazed. Both men are now on equal footing in this matchup – and they’re going to circle and lock up!

Hart: I hope Roman doesn’t think he has a prayer of a shot in this one! Especially with Jen Diamond in ASM’s corner!

Wilden: ASM with a hammer lock and he is really wrenching it in on Roman! ASM pushes Roman forward and then gives him a big clubbing forearm to the back, using his obvious size and power advantage to take the former World Champion down to his knees!

Hart: Christian’s one of the smaller guys here in the cWo, Lance – but he’s not that small! But in the ring right now with ASM – he looks like an absolute dwarf!

Wilden: But he does have the quickness factor working for him – that’s for certain! Roman spins and now ASM is laying into him with some big punch combinations, backing Christian into the corner!

Hart: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lance – look at how quickly ASM’s moving in the ring! He’s light on his feet!

Wilden: And now Christian’s whipped across the ring and into the other corner! Roman slams hard into the turnbuckle hard and pops out stumbling, falling right into a Gorilla press slam from ASM! ASM is simply just manhandling Christian Roman right here and right now!

Hart: He’s got nothing left in the tank already – look at what’s happening! Where is God now?

Wilden: ASM goes to pull him to his feet – but Christian gives him a shot to the midsection! Now Roman’s going to work on ASM’s legs – he’s trying to slow ASM down and take him off his feet! He makes his way to his own feet and starts booting away at the knees of ASM – he quickly hits ASM with an elbow to the forehead and bounces off the ropes, firing himself at ASM, but he gets lifted into a powerslam!

Hart: Did that backfire or what? So what for the momentum!

Wilden: The crowd is trying to rally Christian Roman here tonight – they know that he has a just cause!

Hart: Oh, please, Lance – these people are rooting for ASM to take Christian Roman for a ride!

Wilden: ASM’s going to make a quick cover here – he’s going to try and end this one early!

ONE

TWO

NO!

Hart: Slow count! Who is Aaron Blake working for these days anyway – there has to be some resentment towards Notorious JON still!

Wilden: ASM easily pulls Christian to his feet and goes to shoot him into the ropes, but Roman turns it around into a knee to the midsection! Christian bounces himself off the ropes and catapults at ASM, hitting him with a solid dropkick that sends the big man reeling! Stunned that it hasn’t knocked him off his feet – Roman bounces himself off the ropes again and dropkicks ASM one more time – sending him clear through the ropes and to outside the ring!

Hart: But Jen Diamond is helping ASM get to his feet – what a valet!

Wilden: Which doesn’t seem to please Christian – he’s arguing over the ropes and pointing at the both of them!

Hart: Don’t those Irish ever stop complaining?

Wilden: ASM seems to have heard enough and he grabs Roman’s ankles, taking the former World Champion down to the canvas – but gets met with a boot to the face for his efforts! Now Christian’s on to his feet – he shoots himself off the opposite side ropes and dives over the top ropes HITTING A HUGE SPLASH ON BOTH ASM AND JEN DIAMOND!

Hart: Where on Earth did that come from? I hope Jen is alright!

Wilden: Christian Roman showing an uncanny flair for the acrobatics here tonight – but it seems like all three of them are down, and it’s as if Aaron Blake is going to start the double countout!

Hart: Oh, come on – like ASM’s going to let that take him down!

Wilden: You might be right, Robbie – this is incredible, but ASM’s shaking off the pain as if it’s just an itch – he helps Jen to her feet and then finds a crawling Christian Roman and heaves him into the ring and through the ropes!

Hart: It’s time for payback!

Wilden: ASM seems to be toying with Christian Roman right now – he drops a heavy boot on the back of Roman’s head and then drags him to his feet, throwing him head first into the turnbuckle! ASM backs himself up and drives forward, but Christian just stumbles out of the corner and ASM careens off the top rope!

Hart: What was that? Did Christian Roman do that on purpose?

Wilden: He might have, Robbie – he’s quick to his feet now, and here’s a half crab by the former World Champion! Look at the massive leg of ASM, Robbie –

Hart: I’d prefer not to – what are you insinuating?!

Wilden: That leg looks like it’s about the same size as Christian Roman right there – and Aaron Blake is checking in on ASM, but he’s not giving into anything. It looks as if Roman is tickling him with this maneuver!

Hart: I wouldn’t be surprised – look at ASM’s face – he looks like he’s enjoying this stretch of his legs!

Wilden: Christian digs his hold in deeper – and now ASM’s wearing a grimace on that face! I think he may have underestimated the strength of Christian Roman right there! And look at this – ASM is now fighting it back – he’s powering out of this crab!

Hart: I always knew he had it in him!

Wilden: He’s pushing Christian forward with his leg – and he breaks free! Christian quickly fires himself off the ropes in response and dropkicks ASM’s knee! ASM drops to one knee, and Christian shoots himself off the ropes again and takes ASM down with a clothesline, bending him awkwardly – that looks excruciating!

Hart: Not as if ASM couldn’t handle it, Lance! He’s been in worse situations – there’s no question about that!

Wilden: Christian’s gonna make a quick cover right now – let’s see if he can end this one and advance!

Hart: Not a chance in hell!

ONE

TW-NO!

Wilden: A quick escape there by ASM – maybe Roman’s strategy isn’t working as well as he hoped it would!

Hart: Of course it’s not! Maybe if he spent a little less time praying and a little bit more time training he’d get things right for once!

Wilden: Roman drags ASM to his feet and goes to whip him into the ropes, but ASM reverses it immediately, aiming for a short-armed clothesline – but Christian ducks under and shoots himself off the ropes, but ASM nearly takes Christian’s head off with a boot to the face! My God!

Hart: Christian’s going to need some plastic surgery after that one!

Wilden: ASM laughs as Christian squirms around on the floor – pulling him up by his head and tossing him into the corner like a rag doll, where ASM immediately goes to work on Christian’s midsection!

Hart: The fundamentals! The basics! No wonder what Jen Diamond sees in this man!

Wilden: ASM’s been around for over a year – you used to think he was a maniac!

Hart: But I’m sure Jen’s got him under control now!

Wilden: Aaron Blake is trying to get involved now, coming to the aid of Christian Roman, but ASM gives him the cold shoulder and brushes him aside!

Hart: That’s what you get for interfering you little squirt!

Wilden: Blake backs off a bit as Christian struggles to break free – and now the fans are letting ASM have it here tonight!

Hart: What’s the issue? It’s perfectly legal! Christian Roman’s done worse and you’ve cheered you charlatans!

Wilden: ASM clubs Roman in the face hard with a forearm and then leans him over the turnbuckle, choking the life out of him with his bare hand! I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything like this before – but ASM is using the turnbuckle as leverage right now and Christian Roman’s flailing around, trying desperately to get out of there!

Hart: And he won’t because Aaron Blake’s too scared to stick his neck out on the line for him!

Wilden: ASM laughs at Christian’s pain and anguish once more and releases the hold on his own – Christian drops to the ground and ASM walks over to the opposite ropes, smiling at Jen and waving to booing fans – I’ve never seen ASM like this before – he has a swagger and a confidence that has never been seen!

Hart: That’s what OMEGA does to you, Lance – you get tapped into all that confidence that’s always been there!

Wilden: Whatever it is, the fans aren’t enjoying it! But ASM sure as hell is enjoying his torment of Christian Roman here tonight! He makes his way back over to him and pulls him to his feet, but Christian wraps his arms around ASM and pushes him back into the ropes! He breaks free of ASM and bounces him off, sliding under a running ASM, and then ducking under a clothesline – but third time around, ASM takes Christian Roman out with a back body drop! He sends him over the top rope – but Roman lands on the ring apron!

Hart: How is that possible? Where is Christian coming up with these agile maneuvers?

Wilden: Maybe he has been training, Robbie! ASM doesn’t see him there! ASM spins and Christian forearms him in the face and then knees him in the midsection – he wraps his arms around ASM and is going to sunset flip – but no! Jen Diamond makes her move! She grabs Roman from around the legs and pulls him off the apron!

Hart: A woman looking out for her man!

Wilden: I think Christian Roman has seen enough of Jen Diamond! He goes to follow her and grabs the OMEGA lady by her hair to the crowd’s roaring approval! But no! There’s ASM! He attacks Christian from behind – he saved Jen Diamond!

Hart: The damsel in distress!

Wilden: ASM grabs Roman and slams his face into the ring apron, and then quickly rolls him into the ring, following suit himself! ASM quickly grabs Christian from behind and locks his arms around him, dropping him to the canvas with a quick DDT – and here’s another cover!

Hart: He’s got this one in the bag – look at ASM covering him; how can Roman kick out of this?

ONE

TWO

THR-NO!

Wilden: Who knows how, Robbie – but he just did!

Hart: Impossible! Steroid allegations!

Wilden: ASM seems dumbfounded by the turn of events as well – he’s giving a piece of his mind to Aaron Blake, but it’s; not doing him any favors. He pulls Christian up – but gets hit in the midsection with a quick knee! Christian gives him a chop across the chest and then sends the giant reeling with a European uppercut!

Hart: Come on, ASM!

Wilden: Roman wildly charges himself at ASM, but gets met with an elbow to the face – Christian seems unfazed however, and locks his arms around ASM, lifting him into the air and dropping him to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex!

Hart: Oh, come on! You’ve got to be kidding me!

Wilden: Christian shoots himself through the ropes and over to the turnbuckle – he heads up to the top rope – but Jen Diamond’s showing her face again! She jumps on to the apron and shakes the ropes, and Roman drops, hitting the turnbuckle! How painful is that, Robbie?

Hart: Let’s just say that it’s a good thing Christian turned celibate!

Wilden: So once again, Jen Diamond’s hand proved to be influential – ASM saunters to his feet and makes his way over to the sitting Christian Roman – he locks his arms around him – but Christian is fighting it off! He breaks free! Christian locks his arms around ASM’s neck and jumps of, spinning around in the process – TORNADO DDT OUT OF NOWHERE!

Hart: This is unbelievable!

Wilden: Roman’s fighting off the odds – he’s down for the count, but he swings his arm over ASM – here’s the cover!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO!

Wilden: At the last possible second ASM gets his shoulder up!

Hart: Look at Christian, Lance – he looks like God just laughed at him!

Wilden: He’s been thrown around like a rag doll tonight and has fought off both ASM and Jen Diamond in the process!

Hart: He doesn’t win a medal for effort, Lance!

Wilden: Christian Roman is absolutely exhausted – he pulls ASM to his feet and drags him back to back – I can’t believe Roman is going to try this! – he tries to lift ASM up, but he slides out the back! ASM spins Christian around quickly and boots him in the midsection – he grabs him around the throat and AXESASSINATOR!

Hart: Pain! Punishment! Death!

Wilden: Christian’s broken in half after that one! ASM puts his boot on him to rub in the defeat!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

[Ding Ding Ding]

Muru: Here is your winner..ASSSSSSSSSSSMMMMMM!

Wilden: A match stolen away from Christian Roman here tonight!

Hart: Calm down over there, Lance – I’m sure he’ll be fine!

Wilden: Nevertheless, we’re assuming that now ASM moves on to the Semi-Finals of the Path of Kings tournament! But folks, we’ll be right back – but before we go, we’re going to send you to Tiffany Tolberg, who’s backstage with Johnny Serious and Evette as we speak!

Tiffany: Thanks Lance...I'm here with Johnny Serious who is going up against Chris Michaels tonight as part of the Path Of Kings tournament.

[Johnny Serious stands with with Evette. SERIOUS wearing a SERIOUSLY DANGEROUS tee shirt takes off a pair of sunglasses and hands them to Evette.]

Tiffany: Johnny, tonight you are to face a cWo veteran in Chris Michaels, a man who has been here for the long haul. Now, the last time you saw him in the ring was in a three way dance with Jack Union, a match in which you lost to Michaels. What are your thoughts?

Johnny Serious: My thoughts....First off, it doesn't matter to me whether Michaels is a 6 year veteran or a 6 year fruitcake. I'm a sick and tired of hearing about lenght of time here in the cWo...I've been here for almost a year now and yet I am treated like the new kid in school. Tonight, in front of everyone, I am going to make MICHAELS GET SERIOUS if you know what I mean!!!!!

Tiffany: Even in front of Nick Dangerous, the cWo World Champion?

Johnny Serious:  Are you SERIOUS? What the hell are you trying to imply Miss Tiffany?

Tiffany:  I'm just saying, there seems to be a lot of talk about some tension between you and Nick!

Johnny Serious: Let me ask you a question Tiffany. DO YOU BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU HEAR?

Tiffany: Sometimes!

Johnny Serious: Myself and Nick are doing fine and quite frankly, I am getting sick of answering this question every week. The man has suffered a SERIOUS injury yet everyone seems to talk smack about the dude. Maybe Nick has SOFT BONES and it takes him longer to heal then most people. I mean you people act as if he is HIDING behind his crutches to avoid SERIOUS competition but that is not the truth!!!!!!!!!

[Johnny gives a smirk into the camera]

Johnny Serious:  I believe Nick's injuries to be true. And I am proud that he has promised me a shot at his world title like a true best friend would. Some may wonder why I am even trying in the Path Of Kings tournament when I all ready have a guarenteed shot, but hey, I am a man and I need to do the best that I can and two, I want to insure my shot just in case something should happen and Nick doesn't have the title when he owes me my shot...but I know there is nothing to worry about!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tiffany: Well, good luck in your match against Michaels tonight.

Johnny Serious: Thanks Tiffany, but if you knew me at all, you would know that I don't need any luck. Michaels is a great competitor, but he doesn't have that SERIOUS OUTLOOK in the ring like I do, and that is why it will be me who advances to the next round. .....

[Johnny and Evette walkoff as Tiffany stares into the camera]

Commercial Break

[ASM walks into Omega's lockeroom. He has his arm around Jen Diamond. Notorious JON, Heretic and Sean Pason stand up when he walks in.]

ASM: Well?

Notorious JON: Not bad.

ASM: Not bad?

Heretic: Yeah. He said not bad.

Notorious JON: You've got potential, I can tell you that much. You may very well be Omega material... but the jury's still out.

Diamond: What? Jon... you said..

Notorious JON: I said we needed a new member, right. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to have a long audition process! But now we have two contenders in the Path of Kings tournament...

Pason: Yeah but wait a second, I thought you said you wanted me to win the thing.

Notorious JON: I do... but if you should happen to face ASM, them whatever happens happens.

ASM: Omega or not, you're gonna be seeing a lot of me.

[Jen Diamond rubs a hand across ASM's chest.]

Diamond: Exactly. Come on.. your shoulders must be hurting. I'll rub 'em down.

[ASM and Jen Diamond turn and walk towards the door, ASM looks back and smiles at the members of Omega as he exits. Notorious JON throws his boot against the door as it closes.]

Notorious JON: What the hell does she see in him?!

Heretic: Relax.

Notorious JON: Don't tell me to relax, this is a travesty! So he's gigantic... so what? Is HE a 5 time cWo world champion?!

[NJ angerly storms over to the door and swings it wide open.]

Notorious JON: I'm getting some air.

[He slams the door behind him.]

Pason: Is he jealous?

Heretic: Yep.

Pason: Really? But I thought he liked...

Heretic: Both.

Pason: Oh. Forget I asked.

[Pason throws his arms up in the air as the camera heads back to ringside]

Wilden: Wait – what does that mean?

Hart: It means that Notorious JON is a man of the people!

Wilden: I think it means a bit more than that! But folks, before the break we saw Johnny Serious lay down the law a bit, and now he’s going to step into the ring against Chris Michaels in our main event of the evening! Take it away, Muru!

Muru: The Following Match is a Second Round Match in The Western Division of the Path Of Kings Tournament and is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first, from Hollywood, California and weighing in at 245 lbs, JOOOOOOHHHHNNNNNNYYYYYY SEEEEERRRRRRIIIIIOOOOOUUUUUSSSSSSSS

[The lights go our as the Voice of Johnny Serious comes over the sound system and says "Are You SERIOUS." An orange light turns on in the arena as the song "You Can't Be Serious" by Classified plays. Johnny Serious makes his way out to the ring with Evette (his manager and Valet) close behind. As he climbs the stairs to the ring he turns to the crowd and mouths off to them. He enters the ring, goes to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and makes and shrugs his shoulders and gives a cocky smile. The regular house lights come back on.]

Wilden: Serious needs this win tonight Lance.

Hart: Bah, my sources have told me that old man Michaels isn't mentally or physically prepared for this match.

Wilden: Robbie, you and I have known Chris Michaels for over 6 years, although he clearly isn't what he once was, he has never, in my opinion been unprepared.


Muru: ...from Roanoke, Virginia Chris Michaelssssssssssssssssssssssssss.

["Hail to the Chief" hits the PA and Chris Michaels comes walking down the ramp.]

Hart: He's wearing wrestling gear! He's not in a suit!

Wilden: So much for your sources.


[Michaels has a stern look on his face and steps into the ring, he doesn't pander to the crowd or do anything extra, he just walks to the turnbuckle and leans against it.]

Wilden: Michaels has forgone his typical showmanship.

Hart: I'm telling you, I have my sources.

[Ding Ding Ding]

Wilden: Michaels makes his way out of the corner and meets Serious in the middle of the ring.

Hart: I wonder if they are exchanging recipes.

Wilden: They seem to be having some harsh words, if you remember Robbie, these two do have a small history, with Serious gaining the psychological edge during the "Most Serious show on Earth" and Michaels gaining the win in a three way match with Jack Union.

Hart: Its going to be different this time Lance, I'm tellin' ya.

Wilden: They go for a collar and elbow tie up, but Michaels ducks under and nails Serious with a left hand to the jaw. Serious looks aggravated and Michaels just smirks at him. Here they go again, OH AND THE SAME thing, Michaels ducks under and hits Serious with a right this time.

Hart: That wasn't too smart Michaels.

Wilden: Michaels smirks at him again, but this time Serious charges him. Michaels starts to run out of the ropes, but Serious grabs him by the tights.

Hart: It’s a full MOON!

Wilden: Serious pulls Michaels into the ring and shoots him into the ropes with his fanny still showing. Serious drops down for a back body drop, but Michaels leap frogs him.

Hart: Pull your damn pants up Michaels!

Wilden: Michaels shoots off the other side and is met with an elbow from Serious. Michaels pops up and is nailed with a right hand. He pops up again and is nailed again. Michaels decides its time to take a TO and slides to the outside.

Hart: And he's finally pulling his pants up.

Wilden: Michaels carefully slides back in the ring and is sizing up Serious.

Hart: I hate to say it Lance, and I still believe my sources, but this is the first time in months that Chris Michaels has looked like the "HotShot" and not the Presidential Candidate he's been pretending to be.

Wilden: I thought you were a Michaels supporter Robbie.

Hart: Didn't you see the Iowa caucus? I'm an Obama man.

Wilden: They lock up and Michaels applies a standard headlock. He starts to wrench down, but Serious shoots him off the ropes, Michaels floors Serious with a shoulder block and shoots off the other side of the ropes, Serious drops down and Michaels jumps over him. Serious stands up and nails Michaels with a spine buster. Oooh, that's got to swing the momentum.

Hart: That might have broken his hip.

Wilden: Serious, knowing he's in control now picks up Michaels, but Michaels goes for a small package, he's got him!!


1...


2...

Three...NOOOO, SERIOUS kicks out in time.

Wilden: That was a close one and you can see Serious is none too happy as he pounds away on the back of Michaels. He shoots Michaels into the turnbuckle and charges him with a vicious clothesline.

Hart: Call the AARP, Senior citizen down!

Wilden: Serious grabs Michaels by the hair and lifts him up, but he is met with left hands from Michaels. Michaels connects with lefts and rights and Serious charges after Michaels again.

Hart: Put him in a wheelchair Johnny!

Wilden: Michaels ducks and Serious goes flying over the top rope and down to the floor.

Hart: He cheated! He threw him over the top rope! Call for the bell!

Wilden: Michaels looks around and shrugs his shoulders, no he's not going to do this!!! Serious slowly gets to his feet but Michaels planchas down the floor on to Serious. Aaron Blake has no choice but to start counting both men out.

1.....


2.....


3....

Wilden: Serious starts to stir.


4.....

5....


Robbie: The old man is alive! Michaels is moving, too bad the idiot did this to himself!

6.....

7.....


Wilden: It’s a race to get in the ring, they are both moving slowly. Serious is in the ring. Evette is cheering him on.
8....

9......


Te......

Wilden: Michaels barely makes it in the ring before the ten count, we've got a fresh set of downs folks.

Hart: This isn't football...idiot.

Wilden: Serious is up and he's visibly winded, he grabs Michaels and lifts him up for a scoop slam. Michaels is lying flat on his back and Serious is heading to the top rope.


Hart: What in the world are you doing Johnny? Pin the old man!

Wilden: Serious slowly makes his way to the top, but OH MY GOD, Michaels nips up and runs to the corner. He grabs Serious and slams him from the top turnbuckle.

Hart: How does that geriatric still move like that?

Wilden: Michaels is heading to the top rope his self....here he goes....WOW!!! Flying elbow drop from the top rope. Michaels makes the cover.


1....

2...

Thre....NOOOOOO.

Hart: Thank God!

Wilden: That was close, and Michaels is visibly frustrated. He picks up Serious and signals for the "Mandate", he's going to put it away right here!

Hart: Get out of it Johnny!

Wilden: Here it comes....no, Serious breaks it and Michaels shoots him off the ropes. Serious hits the ropes and Michaels goes for the SUPERKICK!! NO, SERIOUS DUCKED IT AND OH MY, HE JUST NAILED MICHAELS WITH YOU GOT SERIOUS'D.

Hart: Yes! Yes!

Wilden: It looks like that took as much out of Serious as it did Michaels.

Hart: Have you ever noticed that the Mandate is the same as the "Why Me" which is the same as You got Serious'd?

Wilden: Serious crawls over to Michaels and lays an arm over him.

1....


2......


Thre....Nooooo

Wilden: Oh my, Michaels just kicked out at the last second! Johnny Serious is livid! He looks to the crowd in astonishment!

Hart: Slow count, slow count!!!

Wilden: Serious picks up Michaels and it looks like he's going for it again....Michaels reverses it and nails him with the Mandate!!!

Hart: No, no!!!!

1.....

2....

Wilden: Serious kicks out strong at two!

Hart: I guess that shows who does the front Russian leg sweep better doesn't it!

Wilden: Michaels is waiting in the corner, measuring Serious for the superkick. He's going to put it away here Robbie.

Hart: It ain't over til its over!

Wilden: Serious to his feet, he turns around and Michaels goes for the superkick, Serious ducks and again YOU GOT SERIOUS'D!

Hart: It’s mathematic at this point.

Wilden: Serious makes the cover.


1....


2...


3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


[Ding Ding Ding]

[The lights go our as the Voice of Johnny Serious comes over the sound system and says "Are You SERIOUS." An orange light turns on in the arena as the song "You Can't Be Serious" by Classified plays.]

Muru: Here is your winner…JOHNNNNNNNNY SERRRRRRRRIOUSSSSS!

Wilden: It’s over and Johnny Serious moves on to the next round.

Hart: I've gotta admit it, old man Michaels looked a lot like the guy I used to love to hate, he just brought back some memories.

Wilden: You've gotta tip your hat to Chris Michaels, he gave all of us a show to remember. But let's not forget Johnny Serious, he continues to solidify himself as a big player and did so even more with this clean victory over a cWo legend.

Hart: It looks like that legend isn't quite done with Mr. Serious yet.

Wilden: Michaels is up to his feet and goes over to Serious who was celebrating with Evette. He extends his hand to Serious.

Hart: It’s a trick, it’s always a trick with him.

Wilden: Serious kind of laughs about it and Evette tells "let's go." Serious starts to walk away but looks Michaels in the eye. He hesitates for a second, but then he shakes Michaels' hand.

Hart: What kind of babyface crap is this?

Wilden: Michaels raises Serious' hand and gracefully exits the ring to let the victor continue to celebrate.

Hart: He's got to have another motive...he always does.

Wilden: Folks – we’re out of time for the night! But hopefully next week a few things will be answered as several questions have been raised tonight! For Robbie Hart, I’m Lance Wilden – and we’ll see you next week!

[A shot of Johnny Serious and Evette posing in the ring as the fans heckle and throw debris and the camera fades to the cWo logo]