[The cWo logo flashes and spins past the screen, as it spins out of control and hits the camera, we see a crack in the camera as clips of cWo wrestlers spew out of the crack in the screen doing what they do best. Sevendust's Driven begins to play as we see clips of last week's program, including flashes of the Oklahoma crowd. We then cut to the broadcast table as Lance Wilden introduces us.]

Wilden: Welcome to cWo Driven! We're live in San Antonio Texas, and we have a HUGE night of action lined up for you tonight! With Cyberslam only two weeks away, tensions are higher than ever in cWo, and tonight they may very well reach the boiling point with 4 HUGE matche!

Hart: That's right, Lance! Tonight Chazz Mendel is going to finally make everyone forget about that two second title reign Johnny Serious had!

Wilden: Also in action will be Omega, as they take on the odd tag team of Ronald Crewe and the US Champion Thaddeus Walker!

Hart: As much as I support Thaddeus' devotion to civil rights, he picked a losing battle tonight! Ronald Crewe's made enemies with Omega, and as Roman knows, that's not a safe enemy to have!

Wilden: In addition, we'll be seeing the return of TKO, as they battle two mystery opponents, as well as Andrew Mendel stepping into the ring with Scott Reznick, who desperately needs a win. Also in action will be Drake Brown, part of the nerds with attitude, who will be stepping into the ring with the returning Nocturnal.

[Nocturnal's music hits and he makes his way to the ring.]

Wilden: Well this should be a good opening bout a technician v.s. the high flyer.

Hart: Or the ugly man v.s. the nerd... That's right, it don't sound as good when you put it that way.

[Metallica's Imperial March plays as "Lt. Cmdr" Drake Browne is accompanied to the ring by Ethan Long. Browne is dressed in an exoskeleton costume.]

Wilden: Interesting choice of ring attire for the Lt. Cmdr.

Hart: It's not halloween, can someone tell him please?

[DING DING DING]

Wilden: Alright we're underway.

[They go to lock up and Drake Browne ducks under and bounces off the ropes and connects with a dropkick.]

Wilden: Dropkick by Browne, sending Nocturnal to the mat, back to his feet and down again goes Nocturnal.

Hart: He's amped.

[Nocturnal gets to his feet and is quickly knocked back down by a flying clothesline.]

Wilden: The pin

One..

Tw..

Wilden: And Nocturnal is out. Browne not wasting time with kicks to the side of the kneeling Nocturnal.

Hart: He learned that from Rex-Kwon-Doe.

[Browne bounces off the ropes and goes for a dropkick to the kneeling Nocturnal but misses.]

Wilden: Nocturnal taking advantage of the miscue. He locks in an ankle lock and quickly switches to a headlock.

Hart: He's slick.

Wilden: Now dropping knees to the rib area of Browne. Those will do damage.

Hart: Well I hope so, Lance.

[Nocturnal lifts up Drake Browne and sends him across the ropes and hits a shoulder block.]

Wilden: Browne hits the canvas hard. Nocturnal lifts him back up and sets up for a suplex. BAM, THE COVER!

One..

Two...

Wilden: And Browne gets his shoulder up. Nocturnal not happy with the count.

Hart: I'm not happy either, I hope this match ends soon.

[Nocturnal lifts Browne up who pokes the eye of Nocturnal.]

Wilden: Thumb to the eye! And now what is this? A COMBINATION OF SLAPS TO THE FACE AND BODY OF NOCTURNAL!

Hart: BITCH SLAP COMBO! HE'S GONNA HIT THE 4X POINT LEVEL!

Wilden: DOWN GOES NOCTURNAL, DOWN GOES NOCTURNAL!

[Browne hits the top rope and lands a big foot stomp to the gut.]

Wilden:The Pin

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

Dixon: Here is the winner, Drake Browne!!!

Wilden: Drake Browne wins in impressive fashion over Nocturnal.

Hart: He got the high score in cWo for biggest combo too!

Wilden: Well, a nice win for Drake Browne as the Nerds With Attitude look to get back on track, but another poor showing from Nocturnal, who isn't exactly making it easy for himself since returning to cWo.

["Crawling" by Linkin Park plays and the crowd immediatly begins to boo as Tony "Totally" Awesome steps out from behind the entrance curtain.]

Tony "Totally" Awesome: CUT THE MUSIC!

[The music doesn't cut, but instead changes to soft elevator music]

Tony "Totally" Awesome: What did I just see out here, Nocturnal? What did I see? Let me tell you what I saw! I saw a piss poor effort! You lost to a bitch slap combo, really? Well... cWo isn't for men like you! cWo is for REAL superstars like Notorious JON, Chazz Mendel and Nick Dangerous and from tonight I can tell that you'll NEVER be in their league!

Wilden: This is a little harsh. Couldn't he keep this backstage?

Hart: No! The world must know!

Tony "Totally" Awesome: So Nocturnal, get out of the rings, pack your bags and get the hell out of Texas, because YOU'RE FIRED!

["Crawling pays and the crowd's reaction is mixed at the news as Tony "Totally" Awesome walks back through the curtain.]

Wilden: That was absurd! Who fires someone in front of the fans!

Hart: Tony Awesome, that's who!

Wilden: I remember when we had respectability at the presidency of cWo! As much as Troy Turley did wrong, he would never pull something like this! This is a busch league move for a lesser wrestling organization!

Hart: All great leaders publicly humiliate their employees!

Wilden: Like who?

Hart: Um....

[The fans cheer as Andrew Mendel walks throught he hall, he's stopped by a still furious Tony Awesome.]

Andrew Mendel: Oh great. What do you want, oh wise and powerful Mr. Awesome. In case you didn't know, I have a match to win tonight.

Tony "Totally" Awesome: No no no, no you don't. You see, your match against Mr. Reznik...has been cancelled. In fact, I'd like to announce that the winner of your match tonight, by forfeiture...is SCOTT REZNIK!

[Andrew rolls his eyes as the crowd boos the turn of events.]

Tony "Totally" Awesome: You think I don't know what you're up to, Andrew?

Andrew: ...You mean walking to the ring? I thought that'd be fairly obvious, seeing as though that's the direction I'm going...

Tony "Totally" Awesome: You think you're slick, mendel. But let me inform you about something, you're not actually slick. Before you get any wise ideas...what you're thinking about, is not gonna happen! In fact, I'm cutting you off before you even think about it!

[A team of security guards surrounds Andrew Mendel and he smiles.]

Andrew: Oh look, the lollypop guild!

Tony "Totally" Awesome: I want you out of this arena, Andrew, and I want you out tonight! Have a good night, Andrew!

[Andrew looks at the guards and nods. Then a big smile spreads across his face.]

Andrew: Oh I will have a good night, Awesome. You can count on that.

[Andrew laughs and Awesome looks worried as Andrew is led away by the guards.]

Wilden: What is that all about!

Hart: He was up to tomfoolery and Awesome decided to stop it before it got out of hand!

Wilden: But what kind of tomfoolery? Tony Awesome is out of control tonight! First publicly humiliating and firing Nocturnal, now kicking Andrew Mendel out of the building!

Hart: He's the owner of cWo, he can do whatever he wants!

Wilden: I'm sure Andrew Fiasco won't be happy about this!

Hart: So?

Wilden: We'll be right back, folks, here's hoping we get a better idea about what's going on by the time the night is out.

[Commercial Break]

[The scene begins in a gym somewhere in England. We see a man throwing punch and kick combos at a heavy bag. He pounds the bag with pummeling force as sweat flies from his arms. After one final kick, he turns towards the camera; panting and catching his breath as he's caught off-guard]

Jacob Baxter: Oi. The name's Jacob Baxter. You might already know this. I seem to have a bit of an infamous reputation, at least that's what some of the blokes around here would say.

[He picks up a towel and wraps it around his neck as he walks through the gym]

Jacob Baxter: Have you ever been robbed of pleasure? I'm not talking about a spat with the little lady who makes you sleep on the couch for a few nights. I'm talkin' about being deprived of something that you want and need so much.

[Baxter stops in front of the locker room doors]

Jacob Baxter: I live for the pleasure of seeing a poor wanker writhe in pain. It was my career for a handful of years…and then they took it all away. Said I was too rough. The poor bloke deserved it. If not, he shouldn't have been in that ring. I lost it all for a moment. But now? Now I've been given that opportunity back. The fine gentleman that runs this li'il establishment called the CWO has given me a new lease on life. Oh how I miss the wonderful feeling of all the force in my body concentrated in my foot as I crush in the face of a poor, poor soul. Some say I'm a prat for taking pleasure in such 'despicable' things…

[He cocks his head forward and the tone of his voice drops in volume slightly]

Jacob Baxter: What's wrong with that? Who says being a bastard is a bad thing?

[Baxter cracks an evil smile]

Jason Baxter: The name's Jacob Baxter. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Cheerio.

[Baxter turns and disappears into locker room]

[Tony "Totally" Awesome sits at his desk across from Notorious JON]

Tony "Totally Awesome: You were right. I let Fiasco do too much of the work. I sat back and let him ruin OUR cWo. Well, I'm taking your advice! I'm tightening my grip.

Notorious JON: Feels good, doesn't it?

Tony "Totally" Awesome: You want to know how it feels? Let me tell you how it feels! It feels great! Soon Andrew Fiasco will beg me to fire him!

Notorious JON: Good. We've been needing to cut some of the dead weight around here.

Tony "Totally" Awesome: No, I'll keep him around so he can watch as I bring cWo back to the top of the businesses, I'll restore greatness to cWo!

Notorious JON: No. WE'LL restore greatness. Remember the plan.

Tony "Totally" Awesome: Oh, right.

Notorious JON: Cyberslam. I can't wait.

Tony "Totally" Awesome: It'll be history in the making, the night that all of cWo learns that WE are TOTALLY in control!

Wilden: What?! What're those two planning!

Hart: Whatever it is it'll be great!

Wilden: Like they haven't done enough to hurt cWo! These two men are ego maniacs, more concerned about themselves than cWo as a whole! I don't trust Tony Awesome anymore than I trust his brother!

Hart: Stop picking on Jon, he just woke up from a coma! That had to be a traumatic experience!

Wilden: Oh please. Folks, after the break we saw a promo for a new cWo superstar, Jacob Baxter. Robbie, what do you make of this guy?

Hart: He's British!

Wilden: I know he's British... but what do you know about him?

Hart: He's infamous!

Wilden: Right. Way to do your research.

Hart: I was directly quoting from his Wikipedia article, thank you very much!

Wilden: Well folks, if you recall over a month ago there were two contravesial firings, later revoked to suspensions. One of the parties let go was Andrew Mendel, who has since made his return. Well, tonight the other half of the equation returns in the form of the former Tag Team Champions, TKO!

Hart: And not a moment too soon! Those two hippies we currently have as tag champs are driving that division into the ground!

Wilden: Well, whether you like it or not, Victor and Tito are the tag team champions! But you need to wonder how TKO will feel about that.

Hart: They won't be happy, that's for sure!

Wilden: Well let's answer that question right now! Take it, Donna Dixon!

["Lovercall" by Danko Jones cues on the PA and the crowd gives up a harsh reaction as Alex Kayman and Jake Oliver walk out onto the ramp, big smiles on their faces, their cWo Tag Team Championship belts on their shoulders...with Washington Redskins jerseys on.]

Donna Dixon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring first, at a combined weight of 444 pounds, Kayman and Oliver, TKO!!

Wilden: Well here comes the former tag team champions...

Hart: Are you blind!? They have the tag team belts with them, their the champs!

Wilden: This just not the case though! Victor Emmit and Tito are the champions, Kayman and Oliver lost the championships when they were released!

Hart: You know why they were fired? Because the entire tag division demanded it! TKO are the future of tag team wrestlers, and everyone got scared, so they demanded they were put to rest!

Wilden: You were one of TKO's biggest detractors in their last run!

Hart: That was before they were wronged! Before their tag team titles we're given to Victor and Tito without TKO ever losing them!

Wilden: Victor and Tito earned the tag team championship belts. I understand TKO feels wronged, they have a right to feel wronged, even, but I just don't like this new attitude of theirs!

[TKO slides into the ring and they both go up to the turnbckles and pose for the crowd. They come down off and Jake Oliver takes the micrphone from Donna Dixon.]

Oliver: Hello to all our great fans, right here in Dallas, Texas! (The crowd cheers the cheap pop.) Where the only thing that's big, is how HUUUUUUGGGGEEE the Cowboys choke in every playoff game they have! (Oliver and Kayman laugh as the crowd harshly boos them). I have to be perfectly honest, Alex, I'll be glad when we leave this suck pit, because it seems to me that Romo's suck is starting to rub off on me. Dallas, do me a favor; could you find a quarterback that DOESN'T choke on his own nuts everytime his girlfriend is within a 10-mile radius? I bet Kayman here that the Cowboys would make the Super Bowl before 2010, but at the rate you jerks are going I'm going to be out 20 bucks, CANADIAN! In today's global economy, that's a lot of money!

[The crowd boos as Alex takes the microphone.]

Kayman: You know, maybe if you Texans didn't invest so much of your time and energy into the overrated egomaniac Terrell Owens, you could opp to get a REAL player, like Santana Moss or Clinton Portis! (The crowd boos as Alex smiles). But alas, it's time to get down to business. It's time to show the world why Alex Kayman and Jake Oliver are THE most dominate team in cWo! We scoured the globe and spared a lot of expense to get these two gentlemen on the show. They are one of the most feared competitors on the independent scene, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared to face them tonight. In fact, you've seen these guys in cWo before. So monkey's in the truck, cue their music, and send out the two biggest badasses on the indie scene!

Wilden: Well at least their being serious about their opponents...

[A generic rock-ish theme blast through the arena, and fire explodes out of the ramp. The crowd looks confused as Oliver hands Donna Dixon a card.]

Donna Dixon: And, uh...their opponents, from Parts Unknown to the human mind...the badasses of bling? The...the monarchs of the mat. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, feast your peasant eyes on two gods of the mat....AALLUUUCCCAAARDDDD ANNDDDD DDDYNNAAAMMITTTEEE!!

[The crowd boos as Alucard and Dynamite walk out onto the ramp while Kayman and Oliver feign terror, until finally Kayman falls to his knees in laughter.]

Wilden: Oh come on!

Hart: These guys are monsters of the professional wresting industry, Lance! Don't look down on their contributions, they are truly gifted athletes, and TKO is going to have on hell of a match on their hands tonight!

Wilden: You have a huge damn smile on your face!

Hart: Because I know I'm in for a good match up here tonight!

(Dynamite and Alucard slide into the ring. Alex Kayman is now pounding on the mat in hilarity as Jake Oliver leans against a corner, clutching his stomach.)

Wilden: This is pointless, they couldn't find someone worth it to wrestle here tonight!?

Hart: Look, these two are at a disadvantage already! All this laughing has to be hurting Jake Oliver's ribs!

DING DING DING!

Wilden: We haven't seen Dynamite and Alucard here in cWo for a long time, here's hoping that they've leanred a bit in their time outside of cWo. And it looks like Jake Oliver and Dynamite are going to start this match-up...if he can stop laughing first!

Hart: Our tag team champions are serious about this match!

Wilden: They aren't our tag team champions!

(Jake Oliver tries to regain his composure, but can't seem to stop laughing...until Dynamite kicks him in the stomach. Then Jake gets very serious.)

Hart: That idiot!

Wilden: Well Dynamite got tired of getting laughed at, boot to the gut o Jake Oliver and now Dynamite hits the ropes, but Oliver take him down with the Samoan Drop! And now Jake Oliver seems to be all business as he hits the ropes and hits the senton on Dynamite! And now Oliver rolls him over and locks in the front chancery, and now he's throwing the knees into the face of Dynamite! Those viscious strikes as Alucard comes in to try and break it up, but Kayman in as well and takes Alucard out with a standing enziguri! And now Oliver hauls Dynamite to his feet and...and Dynamite's nose is gushing blood right now! Those knees might have broke Dynamie's nose, but Oliver not stopping, he's got Dynamite in the clench now and he's driving those knees into the face!

Hart: Serves him right, those ribs had to be sore, and Dynamite goes and kicks him in the stomach!

Wilden: And now Oliver with the kick to the midsection, he hits the ropes and that running knee lift into the neckbreaker! Oliver's Twist #2, and now once again Oliver hauls Dynamite to his feet, Dynamite is out here, out and bloody as Oliver whips him into the corner and follows him in with the running knee lift, and he goes right into the bulldog! And now the tag is made to Alex Kayman, who quickly comes in...and stomps on the face of Dynamite! Come on!

Hart: He should wrestle injured if he can't handle it!

Wilden: And again Alucard in with a dropkick on Kayman! And here comes Oliver back in, but Alucard with the arm drag! Alucard firing back with some offense, ref trying to regain some control as Alucard tries for the irish whip, but Kayman reverses it, and now Kayman with the crescent heel kick on Alucard! And just like that the momentum goes out the window as the referee is reprimanding Kayman and Oliver, trying to restore a little bit of order! Alucard is out and Dynamite's nose is still bloody, and now Jake Oliver shoves past the referee and hauls up Dynamite to a vertical base, he's got the front face lock, AND OLIVER'S TWIST! And now Kayman comes off the top with the Bay City Plunge! What a joke this whole match was!

Hart: This has been physically daunting and grueling! One of Alex Kayman's hairs is out of place, that's not good!

Wilden: And now Both men step on Dynamite's chest, ref down to make the count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE! It's over, mercifully!

Donna Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners, TKO!!

["Lovercall" cues on the PA as the referee raises Kayman and Oliver's hands, who are back to laughing hysterically.]

Wilden: This has to be one of the most tasteless, pointless displays of violence I've ever seen! And thank God...wait, Alucard clotheslines them both from behind!

Hart: That idiot!

Wilden: And now Alucard is stomping away on both men! Both men getting a beating at the hands of Alucard! ANd how's that for humiliation!

Hart: Make him stop!

Wilden: And now...wait a second, a woman just jumped our guardrail, AND SHE JUST SPEARED ALUCARD IN HALF!

Hart: Way to go, random fan!

[The girl in question is wearing a hoody as Kayman and Oliver look on in confusion. She rolls Alucard onto his stomach, then grabs both of his arms, yanking him up, that shoves her foot into the back of his head!]

Wilden: JESUS!!

Hart: CURBSTOMP!! Talk about vile and viscious!

Wilden: The Curbstomp on Alucard, and now securities coming in to remove this woman from ringside, and rightfully so!

[Security wrestles the woman to the ground and handcuff her while Kayman and Oliver take their "tag belts" and leave the ring, looking confused.]

[Camera pans backstage to a locker room, where Ronald Crewe is seen doing pushups, counting off in fives as he quickly moves up and down against the floor. Suddenly, the door swings open to reveal Christian Roman. Crewe quickly averts his eyes to the tattooed religious icon, and then focuses once again on his workout. After a few seconds of realizing that Christian isn’t going to leave, Crewe stops mid-stride and glares in Roman’s direction]

Crewe: Can I help you wit’ something, boss?

Roman: No; nothing at all, Ronald. I just wanted to speak to you about something…privately.

Crewe: [pulling himself to his feet and grabbing a towel, wiping the sweat off of his face and beard] This ain’t no religious [beep] now is it? I know you think you can see the Virgin Mary or whatever, but that don’t matter to me. I don’t need you coming in here messing up my jive while I’m trying to get ready for OMEGA later.

Roman: [uncomfortably, but springing up at the sound of OMEGA] That’s exactly why I’m here!

Crewe: Why? What you gonna do? Tell me a bedtime story about how they treated you? [waving his hand] Nah, I don’t need any o’ this.

Roman: [stepping forward and gathering confidence with every stride] Yes, you do, Ronald. You need this more than I do. The Lord knows it.

Crewe: [stepping backward] Don’t you tell me about the Lord, brotha’. I know all about ‘im. You should ask my mother – she’ll tell you all you wanna know!

Roman: He spoke to me again this morning, Ronald – he told me what’s going to happen.

Crewe: I don’t care what he telling you. You need to see a doctor or somethin’, brotha’.

Roman: [angrily] Fine – you don’t want to hear it? That’s fine. Just realize something, brother, you’re stepping into the lion’s den tonight – and you’re going to need all the help you can get.

Crewe: I don’t need your help!

Roman: I’m not offering it. Just don’t underestimate them, Ronald, that’s all I’m gonna say.

Crewe: Get the hell outta my way!

[Crewe pushes past Roman and exits the locker room. As the camera fades, a shot of Christian hanging his head as blackness surrounds]

[Commercial Break]

[Thaddeus Walker stands in front of the mirror in his locker room. CB Fowler stands behind him, off to the right.]

Thaddeus: This is a historic night, CB! Finally, for the first time ever, a colored and a real person on the same team at the same time! Do you realize what a pioneer this boy Crewe is?

CB: Quite a pioneer, TW!

Thaddeus: It just dogs my cats that those Omega palookas were giving him a hard time! It's not this gents fault that his people look like walkin' brown and solids! Sure, he ain't the cat's pajamas but he's a swell chap indeed. That is why, CB, I am going to honor him this match as a sign of unity.

CB: Great idea, TW!

Thaddeus: Surely it is, CB, I'm really on the trolly this time!

[Thaddeus holds up what looks to be a tin of melted charcoal.]

Wilden: NO! He wouldn't! Not again!

Hart: Wouldn't what, Lance? Honor Ronald Crewe?

Wilden: Fans, I apologize in advance for what we're most likely going to see here. Thaddeus Walker is truly a bigot in every sense of the word!

Hart: For the last time, Lance, it's just old timey racism! This was perfectly OK in the 20s!

Donna Dixon: The following contest is set for one fall... introducing first, here is Ronald "Wrecking" Crewe!

[The crowd cheers as "Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco plays and Ronald Crewe steps out from behind the entrance curtain. He quickly walks to the ring, then slides in and performs some punch and kick combos.]

Donna Dixon: And his tag team partner, from the roaring 20s, here is the cWo United States Champion THADDEUS WALKER!

[The crowd reaction is mixed as "The Maple Leaf" Rag begins to play. The cheers suddenly turn to boos as Thaddeus Walker walks out from behind the curtain... in blackface.]

Wilden: Oh God.

Hart: Why are you so surprised, lance? He's done this before! He's paying tribute to his pioneer of a partner!

[Crewe looks absolutely disgusted as Thaddeus climbs into the ring and performs a makeshift softshoe routine.]

Donna Dixon: And their opponents, representing Omega.. here is the team of Austin Edwards and Heretic!

[The lights dim and an Omega flashes on the screen. The crowd boos as as "Wanderer" by Ensiferum, plays and smoke fills the entrance ramp. Austin Edwards rushes out of the smoke, followed slowly by Heretic. As they head towards the ring, Thaddeus backs Crewe to the corner, signalling that he'll take care of it. Edwards slides into the ring, followed by Heretic, who slowly climbs through the ropes. Heretic suddenly notices Thaddeus and begins to laugh hysterically.]

Wilden: Well, at least one person thinks Thaddeus Walker is funny.

Hart; Everyone loves Thaddeus, Lance, except you!

Wilden: Maybe he's just over my head.

[DING DING DING]

Wilden: This one's underway! It'll be Thaddeus Walker and Heretic starting this one off! The two lock up and Heretic just lightly shoves Thaddeus away, he can't stop laughing... Ronald Crewe is screaming for Walker to tag him in, but instead it's just going to be Heretic tagging in Austin Edwards, who seems to actually be able to contain himself against Mr. Walker's antics. Lockup. Walker sends Edwards into the ropes and catches him in a bearhug! Thaddeus applying the squeeze, but Edwards with two open palm strikes to the sides of Walker's head breaks the hold!

Hart: Before he was in Omega, he would never be able to escape such a powerful hold!

Wilden: Lockup. Thaddeus now with some right hands on Edwards..

Thaddeus: Take That! And that! And one of these....

Wilden: Blocked by Edwards! Edwards with a kick to the gut, now a punt to the gut and a kick to the face! Down goes Walker! Edwards pulls Walker to his feet, he sends him into the ropes and slams him down with a hiptoss! Edwards bounces off the rope and nails a double knee strike into the stomach of the United States Champion he calls that the walk on the beach! Now Heretic wanting to be tagged in, and Edwards obliges him! Heretic pulls Walker to this feet.. he sends him into the ropes and drops him with a drop toe hold!

Hart: I don't think Thaddeus has ever experienced moves of this calliber!

Wilden: Heretic now grabbing the head of Thaddeus walker and applying a Dragon Sleeper! Walker trying to fight his way out... and he nails Heretic with an elbow to the midsection, that'll break the hold and temporarily slow Heretic down!

Hart: That was legal in the 20s.

Wilden: Thaddeus dives to his corner and tags in Ronald Crewe, who hits the ring like a ball of fire! A huge clothesline sends Heretic down! Heretic right back to his feet, and right back down with a big right hand! Edwards into the ring, and Crewe sends him down with a right hand as well. Crewe's on fire! He pulls both members of Omega to their feet and SENDS THEM BOTH DOWN WITH A HUGE SPEAR! What a move by Crewe! Edwards rolls out of the ring. Crewe now with the legs of Heretic and he's applying an indian deathlock! Thaddeus Walker now motioning like he wants the tag!

Thaddeus: Hey, tag me fella!

Wilden: Crewe ignoring Thaddeus, and locking that hold tigher and tigher on the legs of Heretic.

Thaddeus: Slap my hand, Boy.

Crewe: [shouting to Thaddeus] SHUT THE F*CK UP!

[Thaddeus looks devestated. He drops down from the apron and begins to walk towards the back.]

Wilden: Wait a second, where's Thaddeus going?

Hart: You heard what Crewe said to him! He has every right to be upset!

Wilden: Well now Edwards in the ring and a kick to the face drops Crewe, breaking the hold! Thaddeus has left, and this is a two on one matchup!

Hart: Good! Now maybe Crewe'll learn some respect!

Wilden: Edwards and Heretic now stomping away on Ronald Crewe.... come on, at least make it a match!

Hart: He had his chance and he threw it away!

[The crowd boos loudly as Notorious JON steps out from the back and walks towards the ring.]

Wilden: Oh come on! What's he doing here?

Hart: He's here to offer moral support for his team!

[Notorious JON slides into the ring, then begins to stomp on Crewe. The referee calls for the belt.]

Wilden: Well, this ones gonna be thrown out as Thaddeus Walker's departure has turned this into three on one beatdown! Notorious JON now motioning for Heretic and Edwards to pull Crewe to his feet. Now they shove him forward and Notorious JON pulls him ovwer his shoulders... THAT'S A WRAP! Oh, come on!! Edwards now off the ropes, SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP onto Crewe! Heretic now rolls onto the back of Ronald Crewe and applies that crossface he calls the BabyKiller! Come on,that's enough!

[Notorious JON calls for the mic, which is handed to him.]

Notorious JON: THIS is what happens when you get cocky. THIS is what happens when you get in Omega's business. So now.. where's the white knight? Where's the man who always seems to show up just in the nick of time? Are you watching, Roman? There's a soul for you to save!

[The crowd chants for Roman, but there's no sign of him.]

Hart: Ha! Roman's nowhere to be found!

Wilden: Probably because he's smart enough not to run into a two on one.

Notorious JON: You've been trying for a long time, Roman, but now... you have Omega's attention. You've got business with Heretic, and you've got business with Me. So... since you're not gonna come out here tonight, WE'LL see you at Cyberslam!

[Heretic releases Crewe from the hold and the members of Omega taunt the fallen Ronald Crewe as "Search and Destroy" plays.]

Wilden: WE'LL see you at Cyberslam? What does that mean?

Hart: It means Roman is gonna finally get what's coming to him!

How dare he!

[Thaddeus Walker angerly barges into his locker room. He goes to the mirror and quickly begins to wipe off his blackface. CB Fowler follows him into the room.]

Thaddeus: Did you see that, CB? Did you hear what he said to me?

CB: Sure did, TW!

Thaddeus: I stood up for him! I considered him a friend and an eqaul, but never again! From now on, CB, I'll call a spade a spade!

CB: He had some nerve, TW!

Thaddeus: CB, Hunting Season has resumed.

[The cameras cut backstage to the locker room area, and to Chazz Mendel, the World Champion. The champ is pacing back and forth, the belt secured around his waist. The Grate one is engaged in a game of chess by himself, moving the pieces with his mind while The Cop is sitting at the other end of their table wearing a bib. A piping hot cheeseburger sits on a plate in front of him.]

Chazz: I know he's behind it, I just know it! But who the...? Why the...? The Audacity! Ahh! This is getting to be too much!

[Chazz turns on a heel, and starts back the other way.]

Chazz: But if he... No no... That's not right at all. He wouldn't dare! But what if he does??? What if he dares? No! I won't have any of it!

[Chazz turns again and paces the opposite direction. The Cop rubs his hands together and is about to devour the cheeseburger.]

Chazz: Oh, but if he does.. My my! We'll have quite the surprise for hi..

The Cop: Four Hundred and seventeen!

[Chazz breaks out of his funk and looks at the cop, who takes a giant bite of his burger.]

Chazz: What did you say?! How dare you interrupt me while I'm scheming!

The Cop: Sorry it's just that I have one hamburger for every year I've been in law enforcement and one cheeseburger for every criminal I have busted over the years and let me tell you that's a lot of criminals, boss.

Chazz: Four hundred and seventeen you said? That's impressive!

The Cop: I like to think that I have been quite the credit to the force and to society!

[Suddenly The Grate One flips the table with his pinky finger in a fit of rage! The Grate One turns the table to ice with icy breath, and breaks it into a million pieces with one well placed stomp. Chazz and The Cop both look at each other, eyes wide with shock, then to The Grate One, who has a confident look on his face. Chazz jumps up and pats him on the shoulder.]

Chazz: You showed that bastard table who's boss! But now my faithful serv... I mean bodyguards. We must get ready! OH YES! For tonight. Johnny Serious becomes our first victim!