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. A shot of Thaddeus Walker is shown, several clips from some of his matches. The camera then shows a shot on Thaddeus in front of a black backdrop and displays cWo's new slogan

I AM CWO

The screen now shows shots of Scott Reznik from his matches, ending with him finally winning a match over Dynamite at Driven 18, then a shot of Reznik standing against a black backdrop looking at the camera

I AM CWO

Clips of Jacob Baxter are shown, he’s shown in vignettes, being interviewed by Tiffany Tolberg, then destroying Zidane Starkiller in the ring. Baxter stands against a black backdrop and looks into the camera

I AM CWO

Clips of Chastity McGavin’s first match are shown. Her ring entrance, her pinfall of dynamite, and her posing to her crowd. We then cut to Chastity standing against black.

I AM CWO

A highlight reel of Devon Dice is shown, dating back to the beginning of cWo, ending with him holding the world title prior to Cyber slam V. Dice then stands against the black backdrop

I AM CWO

A highlight reel of JJ Carter’s past in cWo is shown, including his feud with Christian Roman as well as his battles with The Wraith. Clips of him from Driven 18 are shown, then JJ is shown against the black backdrop

I AM CWO

Clips of Muru begin. Muru is shown as the TV champion facing Sean Pason, then in a match with Stephanie Bliss, then pinning Notorious JON three times, culminating with him in the ring at Driven 18. Muru stands against the black backdrop

I AM CWO

Johnny Serious' highlight reel begins, showing highlights such as going toe to toe with Nick Dangerous and Jack Union, defeating Lugo at Cyberslam V and briefly holding the cWo world title. Johnny Serious stands against the black backdrop.

I AM CWO

A highlight package then plays of Notorious JON, dating back to the beginning of cWo. He's shown in five shots raising the cWo world title, one for each win. Notorious JON now stands against the black backdrop

I AM CWO

A highlight package then pays of Andrew Mendel. Highlights are shown such as his TV title reign as Andrew Phillips, then clips of his battles with top cWo superstars, then a shot of him holding the US title, then returning to cWo and turning on Chazz Mendel. Andrew Mendel stands against the black backdrop.

I AM CWO

Finally, a highlight reel is shown of Chazz Mendel. He's shown confronting Jack Union, then hitting the Shooting Star Press on various cWo superstars, and finally holding up the cWo World Heavyweight title. Chazz Mendel stands against the black backdrop, the World Title on his shoulder.

I AM CWO

[The camera then goes live to the AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas! The crowd is on their feet and holding up signs, and the arena is decorated for the upcoming Cyberslam VI. The camera pans the crowd, then stops on Lance Wilden and Robbie Hart.]

Lance Wilden: Welcome to cWo Driven! I’m Lance Wilden and I’m joined as always by Robbie Hart! We are just a few short days away from Cyberslam VI, and it’s shaping up to be one of the biggest shows cWo has ever had!

Robbie Hart: But how about tonight, Lance? One of the Nerds is gonna have to GTFO!

Wilden: You’re right, Robbie. Tonight should be a huge event for some of cWo’s rising talent! Tonight, we’ll see Muru make his way back to the ring, as ordered by Tony Awesome, to face Zidane Starkiller!

Hart: He’s been faking injury long enough! It’s time for him to do something.

Wilden: Also in action will be Chastity McGavin, who steps into the ring for a rematch with Dynamite.. this time, there’s no disqualification!

Hart: Will Mary Joe Wolf be joining us again, Lance?

Wilden; I don’t know, Robbie.

Hart: Well, I hope so!

Wilden: Also in action will be the enigmatic Heretic, who steps into the ring with JJ Carter tonight.

Hart: Heretic needs to snap out of it and focus! He got embarrassed last week…. I don’t know who this guy taking Heretic’s place is, but the REAL Heretic needs to show up!

Wilden: And rounding out tonight will be Jacob Baxter, who has been on an absolute tear since coming to cWo, stepping into the ring with Scott Reznik!

Hart: Angry brits do well in cWo.

Wilden: Well folks, I’m getting word that something’s happening backstage…

[Muru just arriving at the arena is met by one of the various crew members that the cWo employs. Muru dressed in street clothes is without his crutches but is still walking with a noticeable limp]

cWo Staff: Hey Muru, I was told by Tony Awesome to let you know he needs to see you as soon as you get here.

Muru: That is no surprise. Can you point me to his office?

[The staff member points to the end of a long hallway. At the very end you can almost make out the sign letting you know that the office does indeed belong to Tony Awesome]

Muru: Great. Thanks a lot man.

[Muru makes his way to the office of Tony Awesome slowly as the camera follows behind him. When he gets to the door he doesn't even bother knocking. He just opens the door and barges in. Tony who is seated at his desk looks up at him]

Tony Awesome: Didn't your mother tell you to knock before entering?

Muru: I am not in the mood for your games Tony.

Tony Awesome: At least you were in the mood to show up for work this week, although a little timeliness would have been nice.

Muru: You told me to stay home last week. I believe your words were I was no use to you if I couldn't wrestle. Guess you changed your tune.

Tony Awesome: Either way I am docking you a week's salary. The cWo doesn't pay people to sit at home on a vacation.

Muru: I am hurt Tony. An injury that happened on the job.

Tony Awesome: I remember you quitting and as a result Heretic was just protecting the safety of himself and other members of this company. We can't have just anyone roaming around the ring.

Muru: You never granted my release, I was still on the roster. I deserve the chance to heal properly before returning to work. That is why I said I would be back at Cyberslam.

Tony Awesome: Well I have been looking over some paper work this past week and I came across something interesting. Looks like your doctor has faxed over a copy of your medical release. Why don't you tell me when it says you can return.

[He hands the release over to Muru who looks it over]

Muru: It says I am cleared as of tonight. The doctor didn't advise me coming back so soon but he couldn't keep me out. I told you I would be back Sunday and I will be.

Tony Awesome: Yeah, well I kind of had other plans. After last week I think you need to earn your money. So I booked you in a match tonight.

Muru: Tonight? I don't even have my wrestling gear.

Tony Awesome: I don't see how that is my problem. The way I see it you don't have much choice.

Muru: If I don't wrestle what are you going to do fire me? You would be doing me a favor.

Tony Awesome: Of course not! But if you don't wrestle tonight you can forget about Heretic. Oh and that match is happening right now. Your opponent is already in the ring.

[Muru with nothing else to say storms out of the office and towards the entrance ramp as the camera cuts back to Lance and Robbie at ringside]

Lance Wilden: It looks like Muru is going to be forced into action tonight. It wouldn't surprise me if Tony Awesome is just trying to make sure that Muru is in even worse shape come Sunday night at Cyberslam.

Robbie Hart: Awesome isn't forcing him to do anything. He gave him a choice. Plus Muru is a wrestler he gets paid to do this. The doctor said he was ok so I don't know what the big deal is.

Lance Wilden: Muru has been out of action for a couple of months now. He is usually quick on his feet so we will see how this has an effect on him. Let's send it to the ring for introductions.

Donna Dixon: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first already in the ring, from Leicester England Zidane Starkiller!!!!

[Zidane just stands in the corner as the crowd boos him]

Donna Dixon: And his opponent from Allen Park, Michigan...MuuuRuuu!!!!

[Up on the cWo tron a picture of the earth is seen. The earth then explodes as pyro and explosions fill the arena. The entrance ramp is filled with smoke as "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva begins to play. Muru then walks out through the fog and makes his way down the ramp limping slightly. Along the way to the ring he slaps the hands of a few fans and the he slides into the ring. Once in the ring he raises his hands to the air as the fans cheer]

Lance Wilden: Starkiller attacks Muru from behind and the referee calls for the bell and this one is under way. Muru is on the mat and Zidane is stomping away at the injured ankle. He is now trying to grab hold and twist it but Muru is able to kick him away. Looks like Zidane Starkiller may have gotten strict orders from Tony Awesome to work over that injured ankle.

Robbie Hart: Come on Lance, Zidane is just trying to win the match. He hasn't had much success. I personally think this could be a turning point for him. It is no secret I have never that Muru was all that great and with the bum leg he is practically useless.

Lance Wilden: We are about to find out just how useless he is. Both men are back to their feet and Starkiller is still on the attack. He sends Muru off the ropes but Muru ducks a clothesline and comes back with a flying forearm that sends Zidane to the mat. Muru is to his feet quickly, the same can't be said about Zidane Starkiller.

Robbie Hart: It is going to take more then that to keep Starkiller down. Look! He is pulling himself up now.

Lance Wilden: He might have been better off because Muru is waiting for him. Muru kicks him in the gut with his good leg doubling him over but almost stumbling in the process. Muru catches himself and looks like Zidane is getting ready for a trip around the world. Muru nails his signature swinging neck breaker and Starkiller is once again on his back. This doesn't look good for the man from England.

Robbie Hart: He can get up from this. Muru isn't even going for the cover. Instead he is heading to the turnbuckle. He is an idiot Lance. How can he possibly climb coming off a broken ankle?

Lance Wilden: The answer is very slowly. Muru on the top now but he may have taken too much time as Zidane begins to stir. He looks around for Muru and I can't believe it Robbie! Muru has just flipped off the top rope and grabbed Starkiller by the head and has hit a reverse neck breaker coming down. That is one we haven't seen from Muru before but he isn't going for the cover.

Robbie Hart: I guess he doesn't learn from his mistake.

Lance Wilden: Muru grabs Zidane by his hair and he has locked in a dragon sleeper. He is cutting off the air supply and Starkiller is struggling to get out. Muru really cinching it in and Zidane has no choice but to tap out. Muru has won his return match and by submission no less.

[DING DING DING]

Donna Dixon: The winner of this match by submission, MuuuRuuu!!!!

Lance Wilden: It looks like Muru has something on his mind and is asking for a microphone.

Robbie Hart: The only thing worse then seeing him wrestle is hearing him talk. Does anyone have any ear plugs?

Muru: This was my first match in a few months, I hope I wasn't too rusty?

[The fans cheer for him]

Muru: In a few days I am going to be taking on a tougher task in Heretic. Well at least that is what is supposed to happen. Seems like Heretic hasn't quite been himself lately. The thing is I don't much care that he can't get things straight. Whoever is living in that body of his is going to be the one who pays for breaking my ankle. I just hope Heretic is ready for this because I have been waiting to give him what he has coming. I won't just stop at breaking his ankle. If I have it my way he will walk out of Cyberslam with a broken neck!

[Muru drops the microphone as his music begins to play and he limps up the ramp]

Robbie Hart: Muru might have opened his mouth one too many times. Come Sunday I think Heretic will shut it for good.

Lance Wilden: I don't blame Muru for wanting revenge. It should be one hell of a match Robbie. One I look forward to seeing!

[The cameras cut backstage as we see Jacob Baxter standing in front of a green screen projection of the British flag with his name plastered across it. He has no idea the cameras are rolling as he continues to speak to the cameraman]

Jacob Baxter: Is this alright? I'm standing on the bloody mark, why do I have to move some more? What in the bloody hell is all this? Why can't I do this from my dressing room? I'd rather that anyway. What is with this green screen anyway?

[Baxter checks the monitor and his eyes squint in disbelief. He looks behind his shoulder and back at the screen]

Cameraman: Mr. Baxter, sir…

Baxter: Is this what they're seeing on the telly? This is utterly daft. D'you want me to wear a tall black hat and red jacket during this interview? To hell with this, yeah?! I'm going back to my dressing room and we can just do this little interview live.

Cameraman: But, sir, we are…

Baxter: Just because I'm British don't mean i'm gonna come off all "oh allo! Join me for some tea and crumpets, will ya?" "Allo, gov'nah! Ow's your trousahs?" This is ridiculous. I'll be in my dressing room and we'll just do it live, alright?

Cameraman: That's fine sir, the thing is…

Baxter: WE'LL DO IT LIVE! TO HELL WITH THIS BLOODY THING! I'M BRASSED OFF AT THE MOMENT! (bleep)ING THING SUCKS!

Cameraman: WE ARE LIVE!

[Baxter's eyes widen and his face twitches. He is absolutely livid as he marches towards the cameraman, looking prepared to throw a punch. The camera is right in Baxter's face now as half of him is out of frame]

Baxter: Why didn't you tell me this earlier?

Cameraman: I…I tried, sir. But…bbut…

Baxter: Are you trying to embarrass me on the telly?

Cameraman: No, sir.

Baxter: Then quit being an arse and let's do this how I'd prefer.

Cameraman: Yyyes, sir.

[Baxter peeks his face back in full view of the camera and flashes a big smile. He walks to the opposite side of the room with nothing but a concrete wall behind him. Production people scatter out of his way as others just stand there frozen. Baxter takes a deep breath before he begins to speak]

Baxter: Apologies for that misunderstanding. Had I known we were live, I wouldn't have wasted your time. But that's okay. As we all know, Cyberslam VI is around the corner, but I'm not gutted at the fact I'm not on the card. Not at all. I understand that one must work his or her way up the rankings. Clearly, I have yet to make a big enough impact to warrant such attention on a high profile card. It's just an extra day I won't have to work. No, instead I will make the best of my time. After tonight's show, I shall be on a plane on my way back to London. A lad needs time to recharge, and maybe the training at home will do me well. I'll be enjoying Cyberslam from my local pub as I get pissed with all my good mates over a pint or ten.

[Baxter pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts before he speaks again]

Baxter: To be honest, one needs a break from America. I've spent an extended amount of time within the state of Texas, which is probably the longest time I've spent anywhere in this country. If it is any representation of this nation, it's certainly something I'm proud to NOT be a part of. Nobody plays any footy except the people I meet from across the border. Nobody can control their children around here. Most of all, there's the ghastly proportions of your food here. Even the homeless are obese! And people want to make fun of the Brits?

[Baxter shakes his head in disbelief]

Baxter: Last week, an example was made out of man who used to be great. I've turned him into a shell of his former self and now he has nothing better to do then sit on the computer all day watching something involving two fit ladies sharing a cup of tea or something. I dunno what that's all about. This week I'm up against Scott Reznik who looks more like he wants to be a rock star than a fighter. Last week, he won his match with a little help on the outside. I'll have none of that in my match. If I even sense an ambush, it'll be over before anyone can ever save you. I'm not one to underestimate my opponents. I merely size them up. If you need someone else to help you handle your business, then you shouldn't have made it your business in the first place, d'you know what I mean?

[He raises his eyebrows to emphasize that remark. He then starts walking towards the cameraman and stops, again, barely in frame]

Baxter: Did you think I was a bit of a bastard there to you earlier?

[The cameraman is reluctant to reply and hesitates]

Cameraman: A little.

Baxter: Good. It's who I am. Cherrio, chum.

[Baxter playfully slaps the cameraman on the face before walking off as the scene fades]

Wilden: We’re back! Folks, during the last break I received some breaking news. Reg Mendel has asked that the show be extended after the main event so that he may make an important statement, and that request has been granted!

Hart: That’s great news! And here I thought that Tony Awesome would actually let cWo go into Cyberslam with a match featuring a couple of nerds!

Wilden: Let’s get back to the action! Last week, Chastity McGavin has an impressive debut against Dynamite, but due to some questionable tactics by one Mary-Joe Wolf, Dynamite has demanded a no disqualification rematch!

Hart: Typical male behavior! He can’t stand that he lost to a woman last week!

Wilden: Robbie?

Hart: What? The treatment of women in this society is sickening!

Wilden: I don’t think she can hear you backstage, Robbie.

Hart: Oh. Remind me to say it again when she’s within earshot!

[The lights dim as "Into the Darkness" by Kittie plays and a robed female figure appears on the rampway. There is another female figure slightly behind her holding a briefcase. As the song picks up the rampway lights up and Chastity McGavin disrobes revealing her black and red wrestling attire while her manager, Mary-Joe Wolf looks on with great approval. She looks upwards towards the ceiling, as if praying to the Goddesses above and then casually walks to the ring. She doesn't acknowledge those around her. She stops at the bottom of the ramp. Chastity holds her arms up in the air strongly as Mary-Joe stands by her side pointing her out.]

[Chastity slides into the ring as Mary-Joe makes her way up the steel steps. Mary-Joe gets on her knees in front of Chastity. Once again Chastity lifts up her arms, but this time fireworks go off behind her. As the music is dieing down, she helps Mary-Joe up and hands her briefcase.]

Robbie Hart: Lance, talk about focused... this girl means serious business! Honestly, I've never seen a more intimidating female in this business.

Lance Wilden: I am more intimidated by her lawyer, because you piss her off you won't hear the ending of it.

Robbie Hart: Isn't she wonderful?

Lance Wilden: Who would've thought of all the women you'd be infatuated with, it'd be a beastly lawyer lady.

Robbie Hart: Yes, but she wears short skirts... like Ally McBeal.

["Chicken Hunt" by ICP begins to play and yellow lights flash around the around as Dynamite jumps out from behind the curtain. This time around he is bringing a shopping cart full of weapons with him.]

Lance Wilden: Well... this match is a no DQ match and it looks like Dynamite wants some revenge from that briefcase shot last week.

Robbie Hart: What an idiot! But wait... my girlfriend is getting in front of him before he enters the ring.

[Mary-Joe stands in front of Dynamite and stopping him from entering the ring.]

Mary-Joe: What do you think you are doing?

[Dynamite stands behind his shopping cart, confused.]

Mary-Joe: Were you planning to use those weapons on my client? Is that why you wanted a no dq match? So you can beat a woman with... with...

[Mary Joe grabs a stop sign from the shopping cart.]

Mary-Joe: of all things... a stop sign? You are just like every man out there. If you can't beat a woman up with your fists you use a weapon! I for one am tired of you men thinking that is okay!

[Mary Joe throws the stop sign down and walks up to Dynamite!]

Mary-Joe: So are you going to be a wife beater or are you going to go into this match and win it fair and square?

[Dynamite has a guilty look on his face and shakes his head.]

Dynamite: No ma'am... I won't.

[Mary Joe looks on in approval as he walks past the shopping cart and hops into the ring. Mary Joe follows him up the apron with her briefcase. Chastity and Dynamite stand face to face.]

Robbie Hart: See... she isn't all that bad, she talked Dynamite out of beating on a woman with a weapon. I know it is much to your dismay, Lance.

Lance Wilden: I never said that it would be okay to beat on a woman with a weapon.

[Ding Ding Ding]

[The minute the bell rings, Mary-Joe tosses Chastity the briefcase from the apron. Chastity catches it and charges at Dynamite, but luckily he ducks it. Chastity instead looks to be on a collasion course with Mary-Joe. Mary-Joe looks anticipates it and falls off the apron while Chastity stops herself.]

Robbie Hart: OH NO!

Lance Wilden: HA! It serves her right for trying to pull a fast one on Dynamite.

Robbie Hart: I have no idea what you are talking about... she didn't try to pull a fast one, she was just doing what was in her clients best interest.

[Dynamite grabs Chastity from behind and delivers a crushing german suplex onto her making her drop the brief case. Dynamite then runs around the ring trying to garner support as the fans are actually getting behind him. He then delivers an elbow onto the chest of Chastity.]

Lance Wilden: Dynamite, making great headway thanks to the ladies screw up. And would you believe it, the fans are actually behind him.

Robbie Hart: That is because the fans are all woman hating pigs. You are all savages, I tell yak!

[Dynamite heads to the top turnbuckle and yells out "BOOM!" right before he dives off the top with what looks to be a poorly executed senton splash. Dynamite lands onto the chest of Chastity... but for some reason jumps off her and starts holding her back.]

Lance Wilden: What is Dynamite doing... it looks like he connected pretty well.

Robbie Hart: He did... but what you failed to notice is what Chastity was doing when you weren't paying attention.

[The camera finally focuses on Chastity's person and laying on her chest is the brief case.]

Lance Wilden: Oh... that... little

Robbie Hart: Don't say it, we are on live television.

[On the outside, Mary-Joe is back up and applauding her client. Dynamite is on his knees as Chastity bounces off the ropes and lands a shinning wizard into a triangle hold!]

Robbie Hart: And there is the equalizer! There is going to be no way out of that hold.

Lance Wilden: I will admit, that was quite an impressive transition, I am never going to say that Chastity is not impressive.

[Chastity applies the pressure as Dynamite looks to be in allot of pain! Her faces scrunches up as Dynamite's arms hit the mat. The ref runs by and lifts his arm up once and it falls back down. He lifts it up again and it falls. He waits a few seconds and lifts it up again. He let's go and the arm hits the mat with a sickening thud! The ref calls for the bell.]

[Ding Ding Ding]

Lance Wilden: And yet another screwy finish this week just like last week.

Robbie Hart: What do you mean screwy finish!? That was an awesome move she finished off with.

Lance Wilden: Yes... but the briefcase was once again used. I know she is a great physical athlete, but does she need to cheat to win?

Robbie Hart: No, but she can because she is a strong and powerful woman.

Donna Dixon: And here is your winner: Chastity McGavin!!!

[Mary Joe enters the ring and raises up Chastity's arm in victory. The two go to each side of the ring. Mary Joe keeps showing off her client's abs.]

Lance Wilden: Well, as Chastity continues to celebrate her win and Robbie stares at her kind of okay looking lawyer...

[Notorious JON and Jen Diamond stand outside the Omega locker room. Jen leans against the wall, NJ faces her, his arm up next to her on the wall. They seem to be laughing about something.]

Notorious JON: You’ll see tonight…

Jen Diamond: Oh yeah?

Notorious JON: Yeah. Big news.

[Suddenly, there’s interrupted by a commotion as Heretic yells down the hall.]

Heretic: WOOT!

[Heretic approaches the two. He’s dressed in a cheap suit and wearing a large afro wig]

Heretic: Sup Nigras.

[NJ and Jen quickly snap to attention, immediately surrounding Heretic.]

Jen: What the hell are you doing?

NJ: Are you nuts? Wait, don’t answer that.

Heretic: I’m repping /b!

NJ: What the hell is /b?

Heretic: My message board!

NJ: God Dammit! Heretic’s still not back?

Heretic: Nah.

NJ: Listen, you can’t do this. You’re up against a black militant!

Heretic: I know! That’s why I’m doing it! Well, besides doing it for the lulz.

Jen: What?

Heretic: Heretic always shows up to protect me from getting beat up! And we all know that Heretic doesn’t like black people…

NJ: Not even a little.

Heretic: Right! So what’s a better way to bring him back then to have me get beat down by a bunch of black guys?

Jen: You’re sure about this?

Heretic: It’s awww right!

NJ: No it’s not… you’re gonna get yourself killed. Just take the night off, go home, and see what happens. You gotta be ready for Cyberslam.

Heretic: It’s fine! I’m ready for tonight. I mean, I’m-a chargin’ mah lazer!

NJ: What?

[Heretic stands and closes his eyes and grimaces, looking to be trying to power up. NJ an Jen quickly move away. Heretic’s eyes snap open and he yells, then pushes his hands forward quickly]

Heretic: SHOOOP DA WOOOP!

[Tony Awesome sits in his office chatting on the phone. He looks over his shoulder and there stands a very stern looking Mary-Joe Wolf. Behind her is a cross armed, Chastity McGavin. He looks over at them and slowly gets off the phone. He stares at them for a few seconds.]

Mary-Joe: Pathetic!

Tony Awesome: Excuse me?

Mary-Joe: You heard me, our first two weeks here has been pathetic!

Tony Awesome: Last time I checked, I am not in business to please just you two. I am in business to provide myself with adequate entertainment.

Mary-Joe: Ah yes... but you see... it is also your duty to stay out of legal problems. And I have noticed that this show only caters to one crowd... the fans of male wrestlers.

Tony Awesome: Yes, that is usually the types who watch wrestling shows.

Mary-Joe: But what about the women's wrestlers?

[Tony stands up and looks at Chastity.]

Tony Awesome: Your client has a job doesn't she?

Mary-Joe: But that isn't good enough! There should be more time for women on these shows and you know it?

Tony Awesome: What do you want me to do? Hire more women wrestlers?

Mary-Joe: That'd be a start!

Tony Awesome: And what if I don't!

Mary-Joe: Expect angry phone calls, e-mails, letters, and faxes from women all across the world. We are a very powerful force and you know of my past and you know what I am capable of

Tony Awesome: Well, hiring more women than I need to? No... but I can promise you, so I don't get calls or legal enforcement, that there will be more female wrestlers appearing from here on out.

Mary-Joe: Good... perfect!

[Tony looks at Chastity with a smarmy smile.]

Tony Awesome: So, I hope you are prepared to face some of the most talented women athletes in...

Mary-Joe: Wait... hold on a minute...

Tony Awesome: What? I gave you what you wanted?

Mary-Joe: Yes, but you seem to be slightly confused. We want more female competitors... but not for her! Just for the show in general. Chastity here, my great specimen, needs to face men.

Tony Awesome: And she will, but she will also be facing women... as per requested! Sounds fair...

Mary-Joe: How fair is that? My client is a wrecking machine to other females. It is unfair for you to put these women in such a position.

[Tony sits back down and begins to dial again.]

Tony Awesome: Ladies, I made my decision, it is either you face these women or they don't get brought in at all! I have spoken.

[Mary Joe sighs and then looks at Chastity and then looks back at Awesome.]

Mary-Joe: Fine! But we will discuss this any further. If you screw us...

Tony Awesome: Believe me! I would never want to do that like ever!

[Mary-Joe storms out as Chastity looks at him and shrug following her lawyer out of the room.]

[Commercial Break]

[We now go backstage, at a truck bay to the arena, to see the Connextion standing by waiting for J.J. Carter's match with Heretic. Only now, there's a blonde white woman standing in between the two, holding two lit cigarettes in one hand and a pint of Jack Daniels in the other.]

Carter: I can't believe this. What has Heretic done lately? What? Nothing. Why does the man keep me on the mid-card facing punks like this? What more do I have to do to prove people

Woman: Damn Carter, just go out and [bleep] people up. That's what I want to do. Enjoy that.

Shabazz: Seriously, no. They be hating on us, we're just a couple of tokens in the locker room. We're a joke. We're just low and mid card filler, not serious contenders. It's time to change this.

Carter: Maddy, there's just one thing I want to ask you though. You're like 5'5" and 110 pounds. You're thinner than a model. You punched a 13 year old boy at a Denny's because he was crying. You're just one very very angry person who needs therapy. What are you doing here?

Maddy: I can kick the [bleep] out of people. I don't [bleep] care. Just get me some liquor, I always feel like [bleep] punching some [bleep] out. I'll [bleep] punch you out Carter if you say [bleep] to me.

Shabazz: I'm liking this white girl ass myself. You ought to come hang out with us more often.

Maddy: See Carter, he knows something good when he sees it.

Shabazz: C'mon. The all-star felon fighters: J.J. Carter, Brother Shabazz, and Madeline Brown.

Maddy: Mad [bleep] Maddy. Get it right.

Shabazz: Right, right. Sorry.

Carter: Whatever, I got to get back inside and go do this match. Come on...

[Tony "Totally" Awesome knocks on the door of the Omega locker room. Jen Diamond opens the door.]

Jen Diamond: Neither one of them is here.

Tony "Totally" Awesome: It's OK, I actually want to talk to you.

Diamond: Alright then.

[She opens the door and Tony enters the room. Jen sits down on the bench, and motions towards a chair for Tony.]

Diamond: I'm listening.

Tony "Totally" Awesome: So it's come to my attention that we don't have enough female competitors. In fact, Chastity McGavin's lawyer pretty much threatened me.

Diamond: So lemme guess, you want me to face that McGavin chick? She's the big girl... you know, really out of shape, right? What are they called, BBWs?

Tony "Totally" Awesome: Well, whether you want to face her or not.. I need to bring in some more women. I know you're retired, but would you consider returning to our women's division?

Diamond: Who're you getting, just some cupcake girls?

Tony "Totally" Awesome: No! I'm going to be bringing in the best female talent in the world! I mean, you're a former US Champion and everything, so they obviously aren't on YOUR level....but still at the top of the game!

Diamond: You want to see the top of the game? I'll show you the top of the game. Bring it on.

Tony "Totally" Awesome: Great! Glad we agree!

Diamond: And we agree on what happens to you if you try to make me look bad?

[Tony freezes for a second, then starts to laugh.]

Tony "Totally" Awesome: You Omegas are such kidders! Now I know why Jon hangs out with you!

[Jen's not laughing. Tony quickly gets up and heads to the door.]

Tony "Totally" Awesome: Well, I've got some phone calls to make! Glad to have you back on board!

[Back to Lance and Robbie.]

Wilden: Well how’s that for a revelation, folks! It looks like cWo’s getting a women’s division!

Hart: It’s about time!

Wilden: Well, after demanding the division, Ms. Wolf didn’t look too happy about it!

Hart: Well obviously! Why would Chastity be pigeonholed into a women’s division!

Wilden: Well, with the addition of Jen Diamond, back from semi-retirement, it looks like we’ve got quite a competitive division shaping up. Obviously, we’ll know more about this after Cyberslam!

Hart: What I wanna know is, who was that with JJ Carter?!

Wilden: It seems JJ and Brother Shabazz have a new friend.

Hart: Good! It’s about time they take women from the man!

Wilden: You’re awfully militant today, Robbie.

Hart: That’s because I’M NOT A RACIST AT ALL.

Wilden: Nobody said you were…

Hart: Good, cuz I’m not!

Wilden: Let’s send this one to Donna Dixon!

Donna Dixon: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, being accompanied by Brother Shabazz, here is JJ CARTER!

[“Grasshopper” plays and the crowd reaction is mixed as JJ Carter and Brother Shabazz come to the ring. They climb into the ring, then raise their fists in defiance of society and a sign of solidarity.]

Wilden: These two look to mean business. JJ Carter has been a very serious man since returning.

Donna Dixon: And his opponent, here is….. HERETIC!

[“Wanderer” by Ensiferum plays and the crowd’s reaction is mixed. The reaction turns to boos as Heretic steps out from behind the curtain dressed in a suit and an oversized afro wig.]

Wilden: What on earth?

Hart: It’s Not Heretic again!

Wilden: Whoever it is, he must have a death wish!

[Shabazz looks angry, but JJ holds him back and tries to calm him down as Heretic slides into the ring. JJ takes the mic]

JJ: Man, you must be crazy.

Heretic: I’m not here to fight, I’m here to express my unity with you?

Shabazz: Oh yeah? What da [bleep] you dressed like that for mother[bleep]?

Heretic: So I was on Stormfront the other day, that’s the neo-nazi forum I troll while I’m waiting for my DeviantArt projects to render, and I found something that really offended me. I mean, I know that you people don’t all smell. I know that you’re not all lazy. I know that you don’t eat up all the chicken! And I feel a bond with you, because I’m disabled. I have Aspbergers syndrome and am the targets of constant bullying and harassment!

Wilden: There he goes with that aspberger’s syndrome again!

Hart; It’s a very real condition! It makes you have no tact and never shower!

Wilden: Well, he seems to be trying his best to get under Carter’s skin.

Hart: Maybe he WANTS JJ and Shabazz to attack him!

Wilden: Why would he want that?

Hart: Maybe he’s like The Hulk! He needs to be angry to bring back Heretic?

Wilden: That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.

JJ: I know what you’re trying to do. I know you’re trying to get me all riled up and get me to attack you, so then you can turn around and say how I’m just another black thug. I don’t think so. So either we’re gonna have a match, or I’m just gonna walk away.

Heretic: No, I’m not trying to make you mad. I know how some of you people get riled up for no reason when the subject of race is brought up!

Shabazz: YOU PEOPLE?!

[JJ holds Shabazz back.]

Heretic: But, I wanted to tell you about what I found on stormfront because I hate intolerant people! Sure, about 97% of the crime in this country is due to African-americans, I remember stats because of my aspberger’s, but that’s no reason to treat you with anything less than respect!

[Shabazz pushes JJ away and sends Heretic down with a flying lariat.]

Wilden: And Shabazz snaps! Down goes Heretic!

Hart: This IS what he wanted, Lance!

Wilden: JJ Carter now joining in, and the two are now stomping Heretic with some hard boots. I don’t think this match is gonna happen!

Hart: But they may bring back Heretic! This has to work! It worked for The Hulk! Remember that show?

Wilden: Shabazz now going to the top rope. JJ pulls Heretic up and shoves him towards Shabazz, who has him hooked… SECOND STORY DROP!

Hart: That has to do it! Any minute now he’ll jump to his feet and be Heretic again!

[JJ and Shabazz stand over the motionless Heretic. They shake their heads, then turn and exit the ring. Heretic slowly stirs…]

Heretic: It didn’t work! It didn’t work!

[Heretic crawls out of the ring and staggers towards the backstage area.]

Heretic: He’s not back!

[Heretic moves out of the entrance area and into the hallway, the camera follows him as he runs into Notorious JON.]

Heretic: HE’S NOT BACK!

[Heretic puts his hands on his head and runs down the hallway]

Heretic: I NEED YOU HERETIC! I NEEED YOOOOUU!

[Back to Lance and Robbie.]

Wilden: Well, hopefully this next match will take the taste of the last one out of our mouths. These next two competitors have been having some success as of late, but this will be the toughest match each of them has gone through.

Hart: It’s about time! These guys have been getting so much hype but over guys like Dynamite and Starkiller? Please!

Wilden: Baxter defeated Heretic last week.

Hart: PLEASE! That was “NotHeretic,” remember?

Wilden: Well, let’s see which one of them can keep their momentum going!

("F***in' in the Bushes" by Oasis hits on the PA as Jacob "The Bastard" Baxter emerges from behind the curtain and begins walking down the ring)

Hart: I gotta admit this music even gets me pumped up.

Wilden: You have to admit, his style is ruthless but gets the job done.

Hart: Yeah, but doesn't this just make you want to punch somebody?

Wilden: Touch me and you will regret it, Robbie.

Hart: Lighten up!

Donna Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way down the aisle from Sydenham, London, English weighing in at 235 pounds…JACOB "THE BASTARD" BAXTER!

Wilden: This crowd does not seem pleased to see him. I don't think they were happy after some of the words he had about Texans.

Hart: He was 100% about Texans, Lance and about 80% right about the rest of the country.

Wilden: Then why don't you move to England?

Hart: You'd like that, wouldn't you?

(Baxter enters the ring, ignoring the fans lukewarm response as he awaits his opponent. Baxter's music fades as "Cannon" by the White Stripes hits the PA. Out walks Scott Reznik who gets a mixed reaction)

Wilden: I think the crowd has chosen their side for the night. Reznik isn't someone they'd usually get behind, but it seems Baxter has fired them up.

Hart: A guy like Scott Reznik deserves respect from the fans. I'd like to see them try to fill his shoes.

(Reznik slides into the ring as the match begins)

DING DING DING!

Wilden: And the match is on as Jacob Baxter goes right after Scott Reznik! The two lock up, but Baxter is in control leading Reznik into the corner! He breaks it before the ref's 5-count. He needs to be more aware.

Hart: Who says he's not? You got 5-seconds, the man's just making the best of it.

Wilden: Baxter just slapped Reznik in the face! He sure knows how to get under his opponent's skin Reznik attempts to lock up with Baxter again, but Baxter blocks it and hits Reznik with a forearm! And another forearm! Baxter follows up with a European uppercut and just sends Reznik reeling back into the corner! His strikes have the most pinpoint accuracy.

Hart: It's one of his strengths. Hell, it's his background. I would not want to be on the receiving end of any shot from him.

Wilden: Baxter runs and jumps towards Reznik sending a back elbow right into his face! Baxter follows it up with a DDT! Baxter now just stomping on Reznik! The referee is trying to get him back. Baxter now laying off, grabbing Reznik by the hair. The referee warms him about the hair pulling as Reznik is almost back on his feet. Reznik fights back with a couple elbows to Baxter's midsection. He starts sending fists towards Baxter before swinging him into the ropes. Baxter off the ropes and is caught with a dropkick from Scott Reznik! Baxter rolls out of the ring, looks like he's gotta regroup.

Hart: Again, another way to take advantage of a ref count. This isn't kickboxing with boundaries and rounds. Baxter knows that and is using it to his advantage.

Wilden: Well that won't last for long as Reznik is outside and stalking Baxter around the ring. He charges at Baxter with a forearm but Baxter blocks it and slams Reznik's head into the post! Now Baxter with a hard back suplex on the floor!

Hart: Like I said, the man knows how to use his brain as well as his arms and legs.

Wilden: Baxter rolls Reznik into the ring and covers him.

ONE!

TWO!

Wilden: Reznik kicks out at two! Baxter is up now and just drives his foot into the midsection of Reznik! Baxter bringing Reznik to his feet now and connects with the British Leg-Sweep! Reznik is dropped hard, but refuses to stay down as he fights to get up. He seems to have had the wind knocked out of him. Baxter brings Reznik to his feet and brings him to the corner. He whips him into the other corner. What's he gonna do? Baxter runs and connects with a running Hooligan Kick!! He's now hitting him with a flurry of forearms and chops in the corner! Reznik can't block it as he's caught in the middle of a Violence Party!

Hart: He's overwhelming Reznik right now with offense. The less Reznik gets in, the easier Baxter can try to wrap this up.

Wilden: Baxter grabs Reznik by the head and pulls him out of the corner! Baxter turns around and just rams Reznik's head into that turnbuckle. Reznik with his arms draped on the corner just leans there in a daze! Baxter is behind Reznik now and driving knee shots now to his back! This is not good for Reznik's spine!! Baxter now grabbing Reznik's arm…he lifts him…and connects with The Bastardizer!!

Hart: That's all she wrote folks!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

DING DING DING!

Donna Dixon: The winner of the match by pinfall, JACOB "THE BASTARD" BAXTER!!!

("F***in' in the Bushes" blasts on the PA again as Jacob Baxter rolls out of the ring and proceeds to walk up the aisle, arms raised and back towards the fans)

Wilden: The crowd is not pleased to see Baxter pull out yet another victory. But he has proved himself in every match so far.

Hart: He is physical, he is cerebral, he's smart. What more could you want?

Wilden: We’ll be right back!

[Commercial Break]

Wilden: Well folks, we’re back and…

[“Search and Destroy” by Iggy Pop plays and the crowd gives a loud mixed reaction as Notorious JON steps out from behind the entrance way. He poses for the crowd, bringing even a louder mixed reaction, then heads towards the ring.]

Wilden: Well, he comes a man who’s been the source of most of the controversy in cWo lately.

Hart: He just wants good competition, Lance!

Wilden: He’s asking for an impossible scenario!

Hart: Anything’s possible, as long as you believe!

Wilden: Oh please!

Hart: Nice message to the kids, Lance!

[Notorious JON climbs into the ring and takes the microphone]

Notorious JON: For the last few weeks, I’ve been trying to set up a dream match. I’ve been trying to further one of the greatest rivalries in the history of this business. I’ve been trying to give YOU, the cWo fans, the chance to see two members of the Hall of Fame go at it one last time! But I was undercut and sabotaged at every turn. I put my own money up, I bought airtime… but lo and behold, the usual suspects once again reared their ugly head. Thanks to our meddlesome MINORITY owner, Andrew Fiasco blocking me at every turn, I couldn’t push as hard as I wanted to for this match! But ultimately, this comes down to one man. Christian Roman left cWo because he was scared to face me. He was scared to settle to the score once and for all. I gave him ample opportunities, but because of his cowardice, I regret to inform all of you that this match will NOT be taking place at Cyberslam VI!

[The crowd boos.]

Notorious JON: And worse than that, it means that I’ve wasted my time. I don’t care about the money but I’ve lost valuable time on this, time that could have been better sent helping cWo and you great fans…

Wilden: Is he for real? This is exactly what he wanted!

Hart: He wasted his time! Why would he want to do that?

Notorious JON: But worse than my wasted time is the fact that you, the fans, are suffering! Why? Because for the first time ever, you will be seeing a Cyberslam that doesn’t feature the man who exemplifies cWo, you won’t get a chance to see the biggest star in the business shine on the brightest stage of them all. It’s with great reluctance that unfortunately, I will have a night off at Cyberslam.

[The crowd begins to boo loudly.]

Hart: That’s an outrage! Stupid Roman!

Wilden: This is what he wanted from day one, Robbie! I KNEW this was gonna happen! He’s lead us all on a wild goose chase, and just fell back and blamed everyone else!

Hart: It was everyone else’s fault!

Notorious JON: It’s unfortunate for you all. I mean, when you think of Cyberslam… who do you think of? I was there for Cyberslam I! I walked out of Cyberslam 4 live from the Tokyo Dome as cWo’s world champion! I once again one the world title at Cyberslam V! Believe me, nobody is as frustrated by this situation as I am! But like I said, it’s not from lack of trying. If you want to blame anyone, blame….

[He’s interrupted by “Heretics & Killers” by Protest The Hero. The crowd erupts, but the reaction is also mixed.]

Wilden: Wait a second!!! Could it be?

Hart: No! He turned down the challenge! He can’t be here!

[Notorious JON’s jaw drops and he drops the mic as CHRISTIAN ROMAN steps out from behind the entrance ramp.]

Wilden: It’s ROMAN! He’s here!!

Hart: He can’t be!!! Exclusive contracts!

[Roman climbs into the ring, gets face to face with Notorious JON, and pulls out a mic.]

Christian Roman: You called me out on TV. You crashed my shows. You spread every rumor and lie in the book you could about me. But there’s one thing you NEVER did, Jon… you never just asked me to my face! The truth is, you didn’t want this. You wanted to be able to kick me while I was down. You tried to get in some parting shots, but you never expected me to respond. You never expected this moment to happen… where I look you dead in the eye say: YOU’RE ON!

[The crowd erupts]

Wilden: The match is on! Roman accepted the challenge!

Hart: What?! No! Jon said it wasn’t happening!

[“Crawling” by Linkin Park begins to play and the crowd boos loudly as Tony “Totally” Awesome steps out from behind the curtain. He holds a microphone and hurries towards the ring.]

Tony “Totally” Awesome: Wait just one damn minute.

Hart: Finally! Tony’s gonna lay down the law!

Tony “Totally” Awesome: First off, I don’t know what the hell you’re doing here! You’re NOT under cWo contract! You’re NOT a cWo wrestler, and you’re sure as hell NOT showing up on the biggest show of he year!

Roman: The air time’s been purchased, has it not? He said it was all ready to go, all he needed was confirmation from me. Well, here I am.

Notorious JON: It’s not that easy! I have to…

Roman: So wait, you DON’T have airtime purchased for a match at Cyberslam? You don’t have everything in place like you said? You were lying?

Wilden: Damn right he was!

Notorious JON: No! I’ve got it all taken care of! I said I did, and I do!

Hart: See! He wasn’t lying!

Wilden: Sure he wasn’t…

Tony “Totally” Awesome: Well, he may have it all covered, but there’s one thing he has no control of: referees! No cWo referee will be permitted to officiate this match!

Notorious JON: Well, I guess he’s got us there, old pal. I mean, we can’t have a match with nobody to make it official, am I right?

Roman: Yeah, I guess you’ve got me there. Too bad.

Notorious JON: Yeah. Sucks. Well, good seeing you…

Roman: [slaps his forehead] Oh right! I totally forgot! See, I had a feeling that a referee for this match would be an issue, so I went out and found one!

Tony “Totally” Awesome: You can’t just bring in any referee off the street! That referee would have to have a clear understanding of cWo and it’s rules!

Roman: Oh, I think he knows cWo.

[“Superstar” by Saliva plays and the crowd erupts in cheers as “Hot Shot” Chris Michaels steps out from behind the curtain, dressed in referee gear.]

Wilden: It’s the Hot Shot!

Hart: He’s not under contract either! Doesn’t anyone care about the rules?

[The crowd chants for Hot Shot as Notorious JON points and him and yells some unpleasant things. ]

Roman: What’s the matter, isn’t this what you wanted? You said I was the one who was avoiding the challenge, didn’t you? Well, it looks to me like you’re the one trying to get out of it. So… it’s time for the moment of truth. At Cyberslam VI, will the fans of cWo be seeing Christian Roman vs Notorious JON…. Or do you really want that night off?

[The crowd cheer, Notorious JON looks frustrated. He confers with Tony “Totally” Awesome, who seems to be pleading with him. He turns his back on Tony, picks the microphone up to his mouth.]

Notorious JON: I’ll see you there.

[The crowd erupts as “Heretics and Killers” plays and Christian Roman turns and walks out of the ring, leaving Notorious JON and Tony Awesome looking furious in the ring]

Wilden: It’s official! Notorious JON vs. Christian Roman at Cyberslam VI!

Hart: Good! This is what Jon wanted all along!

Wilden: He doesn’t look to happy about it, Robbie!

Hart: He’s an actor! He’s acting!

[Outside the arena. Heretic stands on the corner, watching traffic go by. He’s still dressed in his suit and afro, but looks very disheveled. He’s suddenly confronted by Muru. Heretic jumps back.]

Heretic: Don’t you touch me!

Muru: I know what you’re doing.

Heretic: What?

Muru: You really think I’m gonna fall for this? I’m gonna fall for you pretending not to be yourself?

Heretic: I’m not pretending! I’m not Heretic! I don’t know why nobody believes me!

Muru: So you expect me to just feel sorry for you, and wait for you to reveal it was a all a joke at my expense at Cyberslam? I don’t think so. I’m on to you, Heretic.

Heretic: That’s fine, but you’re just a bully.. Muru!

Muru: I’m a what?

Heretic: You’re a bully! You’re picking on me!

Muru: You injured me!

Heretic: I didn’t! Heretic did!

Muru: Whatever you say. You better be ready at Cyberslam, Heretic or not.

Heretic: No, I think you should get ready for Epic Fail once Heretic comes back!

[Heretic whistles for a cab. One pulls up. The license plate says “fresh” and it has dice in the mirror. Heretic gets in and Muru watches the cab pull away.]

Muru: That cab was rare.

[Commercial Break]

Wilden: We’re back! Before the break, we saw tensions continue to rise between Muru and Heretic.

Hart: Muru’s a bully, Lance! He’s picking on a guy who’s not right in the head!

Wilden: Heretic’s never been right in the head.

Hart: But he has Aspberger’s Syndrome! That’s a minor form of autism! That’s like Muru beating up someone in a wheelchair!

Wilden: Nonetheless, it’ll be interesting to see which Heretic shows up for Driven VI!

Hart: The real one, I hope!

Wilden: Well folks, it’s time for out MAIN EVENT! Last week, we saw the team known as the Nerds with Attitude part ways and this week, in a match that has been dubbed “The Nerdy Powers Explode,” Ethan Long and Drake Browne will go one on one in what they have billed as a “Nerdcore Rules” match

Hart: Yes, not only is this Nerdcore rules match, but it is a GTFO match. Whoever loses this match is gone and left to watch old reruns of Buffy The Vampire Slayer at home!

Wilden: And look at the ring, it is scattered with ... weapons I guess.

Hart: Nerd Weapons! Lightube Sabers, a replica Millenium Falcon, what looks to be a mint condition issue of Amazing Fantasy #15, a Nintendo Power Glove, and other nerdy items! It is a spaz's paradise!

["The Imperial March" by Metallica blares across the P.A as a hooded figure stands on the ramp. The lights come on to reveal Ethan Long dressed as Gandolf the White. He walks down with his big stick and strokes his glued on beard. He hops into the ring and removes his robe and waits for his competition!]

Wilden: WOW! Ethan is dressed for the occasion!

Hart: I he got lost, Comic-con is next month... and in San Diego!

Wilden: Yeah, I got my tickets!

Hart: You really did your research for this match, didn’t you?

[The Imperial March continues to play as Drake Browne appears on the rampway dressed in a Star Trek: Next Generation Captain's costume. He puts his hand on the phaser attached to his belt. Long stares him down as he slides into the ring. The two stare eachother down with great contempt. Long yells at his former best friend! "Two will enter, only one will leave!" Drake nods in agreement. "Welcome to Thuderdome!"

[Ding Ding Ding]

Wilden: And this one is on!

[The Nerds stare at each other, focusing intently. This goes on for thirty seconds!]

Wilden: I think this one is on!

Hart: What are they doing?

[Drake Brown spins his finger in circle and says "You will lay down for me!" Long grabs his head and yells "GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"]

Wilden: If I'm not mistaken, they are trying to use the force on each other!

Hart: That's dumb, the force doesn't exist!

Wilden: Try telling them that!

[The two circle around each other and once again focus intently on each other. Long looks at the light tube saber next to him and tries to move it with his mind! Unfortunately, it doesn't work!]

Wilden: These two are going nowhere fast! Wait, it looks like Browne is charging, but Long leap frogs over him! Wow, someone finally did something!

[Long puts his arms up in the air and yells "YATTA!," but then he is met by a spinning heel kick from Brown!]

Hart: What was that all about?

Wilden: He thought he teleported!

Hart: Oh!

[Browne pulls his phaser out and points it at Long who gets up. Long looks worried and yells out "DON'T PHASE ME BRO!" Long looks around and then pulls something out of his pouch!]

Hart: IS IT? YES! IT IS THE RING! ONE RING TO CONTROL THEM ALL! ONE RING TO CONTROL THEM ALL!

Wilden: It's a showdown now, I guess?

[Browne makes a "ZZZAAAAPPPP" noise right as Ethan puts the ring on and hops to the side apparently dodging the invisible laser gun. Browne looks around confused!]

Hart: Uh oh... it looks like Browne can't see where his former tag team partner is!

Wilden: How can he not see him? He is right there!

Hart: You obviously don't know what can of power that ring possesses!

Wilden: And Long from behind with a bulldog! Drake quickly gets back up, but still can't see his opponent and gets clotheslined, dropping his phaser! Long picks up a light tube saber... but I think that was his mistake. Long swings but Browne ducks and hits a spinning neck breaker on his nerd buddy! He pulls the ring off of his hand!

Long: NOOOOOOOO!

Wilden: Browne throws into the crowd. Both men are without their initial weapons! Weapons that didn't do much good!

Hart: I wouldn't say that! Long was invisible!

Wilden: No he wasn't!

Hart: Was too!

Wilden: And Long grabs the light tube Saber as Browne lunges to his corner and grabs a light tube saber of his own! The two begin swinging their weapons in place while making "Thwwrrrp" and "Zoom Noises!"

Hart: This match isn't featuring as much blood as I thought it was going to. They are the only people that can make wrestling with fluorescent light tubes seems safe.

Wilden: FINALLY! Both charge at eachother and begin to make the Thwwwwwwrrrppp noises, but once the glass slams over their heads at the same time, they cry out in pain. The two fall to the mat and look at eachother in anger.

Hart: I think these two have finally realized just how real this match is

Wilden: I think your right! Both men, who are now bleeding from their forehead, get back up and each grab a weapon again! Browne grabs a power glove and Long pulls out a Wiimote that he begins swinging around as nunchucks! Browne puts his power glove on and it's look like we have a good old fashioned Nintendo showdown!

[Browne says " All your Base Are Belong to Us!" to which Long responds with "I'm sorry, your Princess is in another castle!]

Wilden: And Long whacks Browne over the head with the Wiimote. I guess the power glove is as useless as they said it was. Oh no! It looks like Long unintentionally hit himself with the Wiimote as well. Browne drops out of the ring in pain and it looks like he is looking for something underneath the ring.

Hart: Let's hope it is something useful!

[Long follows after Browne and pulls him up from the apron but gets hit with A Nintendo64]

Long: Nintendo SIXTY FOOOOOOUR! OOOOH MY GAAAAAAWD!

[Browne whacks Long with the Nintendo a second time, sending him down. He then drops it on his chest and goes for the pin!]

Wilden: This might be it!

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Wilden: And there is the kick out... I can't believe he was able to kick out of a PS3 to head!

Hart: It was a Nintendo 64!

Wilden: Wait... Browne is waiting for Long to get up! What does he have planned?

Hart: I don't know, but it is probably something REALLY nerdy!

Wilden: Long is back up and Browne charges with a hard clothesline! But WAIT! He doesn't go down? Why in the world should Long not be taken down?

[Browne looks confused but Long pulls out a can of "Clothesline Repellent Batspray!”]

Hart: Clothesline Repellent??? Does that even exist?

Wilden: I guess it does in the nerds crazy world! Long throws the spray can onto the head of Browne. And follows up with a standing dropkick that sends Browne down to the mat.

Hart: Well, it safe to say that Browne is going to GTFO!

Wilden: Long looks to be setting up for a movie,

[Long calls out "Super Saiyan" and begins to standstill and flex while yelling at the top of his lungs for twenty seconds!]

Hart: It looks like Long is trying to transform into a super saiyan but it just isn't working. His hair isn't even blonde yet!

Lance: Wait... What? Why would?

[Long drops to his knees and applies an ankle lock.]

Wilden: Long with an ankle lock! There’s no where to go, as they’re outside of the ring! Grabbing ropes isn’t gonna break this one!

Hart: This has to hurt more than the shameful looks he no doubt gets from his family at Thanksgiving when he talks about his imaginary girlfriend

[Browne cries out in pain as Long tightens the hold. He looks around the crowd.]

Browne: FATHER!!!!!! FAAATHEEER!!

Wilden: What? Father?

[The camera pans to show Darth Vader standing by the guardrail. He looks pensively at the action.]

Wilden: You’ve got to be kidding me!

Hart: Darth looks like he has a lot on his mind!

[Darth Vader looks down at Browne, then up at Long]

Browne: Father! Please!!

[Darth Vader jumps the guardrail, bringing his chair with him. He runs over and cracks Ethan Long with the chair, knocking him off of Drake Browne. Browne looks up at Vader and smiles, Vader nods and then jumps back into the crowd.]

Wilden: What the hell did we just see?

Hart: I don’t know. But is a chair a legal weapon in a Nerdcore Rules match? I mean, a chair isn’t very nerdy.

Wilden: When Darth Vader is swinging it, it’s VERY nerdy.

Hart: Oh, right.

Wilden: Drake Browne now grabs a handful of Ethan Longs hair and brings him to his feet. What’s he gonna do? OOOH, Browne with a huge jumping uppercut!

Browne: TIGER UPPERCUT!

Wilden: That has to do it! Ethan Long is down! The cover!

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Wilden: And the Driven before Cyberslam is unfortunately Ethan Long's last one! Poor guy, he put up one hell of a fight!

Hart: I'm not sure what I just saw Lance. In my years of calling matches, I don't think I have ever seen anything so ridiculous! And I've seen it all!

Donna Dixon: And here is your winner, and the supreme nerd, “LT. CMDR. DRAKE BROWNE!”

[Drake Browne stands in the middle of the ring with the power glove over his hand and screams "THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!" while medics and security carry Ethan Long out of the arena! The camera cuts back to Lance and Robbie.]

Wilden: I don’t think there’s much that can follow that, with the possible exception of the Mendel family!

Hart: You’re damn right, Lance! Everything Reg touches turns to gold!

["Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult cues on the PA and Reg Mendel walks out onto the stage in his finest looking suit. The crowd boos harshly, but the sharply dressed Reg ignores them and walks down the ramp.]

Donna Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, please welcome the Patriarch of the Mendel Family, REEGGG MMEEENNDDEEEELLLL!!!

Wilden: Well last week, I think Reg Mendel showed his true colors when he clocked his son Andrew with those brass knucks, I know where his allegiances lie, but as we found our earlier this week, he's organized this...Mendel Family Photo opportunity to bring his family back together!

Hart: Well Reg is a family man! He doesn't want his two eldest sons fighting each other, he wants his family to be whole and happy, and...

Wilden: What he wants is to keep the championship on Chazz! Andrew doesn't figure into his plans, I don't think, for some odd reason, Chazz Mendel and Andrew Mendel are both phenomenal athletes, they're both storied champions, and this Sunday we will have a five-star match-up between them, but I feel like for some reason, Reg Mendel doesn't think that Andrew Mendel deserves a championship match!

Hart: Uh, maybe it's because he doesn't! He didn't earn it, he fanagled it!

[Reg grabs a microphone from Donna Dixon. The crowd chants "REG SUCKS! REG SUCKS!", but he holds up a hand and begins to speak.]

Reg: Now now, people, I think we all know that's not true! I do not suck! I am...

[The "REG SUCKS!" chant grows louder and more vicious.]

Reg: People, please! My family has been torn to pieces over this last few weeks! I am not the bad guy in this situation, folks! Things happen, famies have disagreements, but I AM NOT...I repeat, AM NOT...the reason for this family feud! I'll admit that I'm not quite as perfect as I once thought I was. That as a father, perhaps I have failed my children, that I have made a few bad mistakes. But I'm about to change that. It's time to bring this family together, so we can go in on and have the most spectacular main event this company has ever seen! So without further adieu...introducing first, accompanied by my youngest son Colin...he is the cWo WWOOOOOOOOORRRRLLLDDD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!! CHAZZ MENDEL!!

[This Is Tiger the Lion
Give me the Knuckles of Frisco
If there's danger in the language gentlemen,
I suggest no further use of the two way radio...

"Tiger the Lion" by The Tragically Hip cues on the PA. The crowd boos as Colin Mendel walks out first, then grows larger when Chazz walks out on stage, clad in a suit almost identical to Reg's.]

Hart: Will you listen to these Texas yokels! They have no respect for the champ!

Wilden: The champ has no respect for them, and he damn sure has no respect for Andrew Mendel!

Hart: Why should he? Five times he's been World Champion, FIVE TIMES! Do you know what an accomplishment that is! Most of these jerks can't even count to five! Chazz Mendel deserves all the respect in the world, these people are just too ignorant to give it to him!

Wilden: I respect his ability as an athlete, I respect his accomplishments in the ring, and you're absolute right, you don't get to be a five time World Champion in this business unless you're something special, but the way he conducts business, the way he wants to shut down his brother hopes and dreams, I can't respect that!

[Chazz climbs into the ring and shakes his father's hand.]

Reg: That's my boy! And introducing next...being accompanied by his children Christopher and Gabriella, and his beautiful wife Missy...he is the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER (the crowd goes nuts), "THE COMEBACK KID", AANNDDDRRREEEWWWWWW MENDEL!!!

["Epic" cues on the PA and fireworks explode out of the ramp. The crowd goes nuts as Andrew and his family walk out on the ramp, all dressed rather casually, which doesn't seem to make Reg too happy. Andrew picks his daughter up and carries her down the ramp as the crowd chants "CBK! CBK!"]

Hart: See that? YOU SEE THAT! He can't even respect his father enough to follow the dress code!

Wilden: Andrew Mendel has been dicked around by his father and Chazz Mendel for the past several weeks, I think he lives by the mantra than in order to get respect, you have to give it, and thus far, Andrew Mendel has been given none! Zero! He's gotten cloberred from behind for the past three weeks, you really think he's going to be in a big hurry to please his "family", and I do use that term loosely!

Hart: This family is only loose because Andrew ruined the natural order of things! Chazz comes first, and Andrew comes in a close second!

Wilden: I'd say that if Chazz Mendel is really number one, how can Andrew Mendel not be "One-A"?

[Andrew helps his family up onto the apron and holds the ropes up for them. Missy gives him an extended look at her rear end and Andrew smiles at the fans, who cheer in approval.]

Hart: Lucky prick...

Wilden: And oh boy, Andrew and Chazz immediately bow up to one another and started jaw-jacking with another! This situation is so tense!

Hart: Whew! Big Poppa Reg with the save! I thought they were going to kill each other!

[Reg pushes both Chazz and Andrew at arm's length of him.]

Reg: Damnit you two! This occassion is supposed to be harmonious! Now don't make me take off my damn belt! Now I want you both to say you're sorry... And make is snappy!

[Chazz scoffs at Andrew.]

Chazz: Yeah, whatever... Sorry.

[Reg turns to Andrew. Andrew doesn't say anything.]

Reg: Damnit kiddo... You just don't get it! We're supposed to be a team! We're supposed to be FAMILY! Now get your sh*beep*t together and apologize to your brother!

Andrew: I've got nothing to apologize for... But if it'll move this along, I'll say it... I'm sorry...

Reg: Good! This is what family is supposed to do! I know the underhanded tactics Andrew did to undermine the family's agenda was as crooked as a politician, but that doesn't mean we can't come together and take one hell of a family portrait! This one is for the Christmas card!

Colin: But if this were for the Christmas card, shouldn't mom be here?

Reg: That good for nothing tramp you call a mother is in Acapulco with Paco, her pool cleaning guy. She's been dead to me for a while, and if you mention her again, you'll be leaving here with three shoes! Got it?

[Colin throws up his hands in defeat.]

Reg: Now Andrew...there's someone missing, isn't there Andrew? Someone you haven't seen in a while? I think there is. I think there's one person who may make this day a little sunnier.

[CBK raises an eyebrow and says "Oh really?". Then "Barricuda" cues on the PA and Andrew turns back towards the stage with a big smile on his face.]

Wilden: Hey...HEY, wait a minute! That's Liz!! That's Liz Phillips, Andrew's twin sister!!

Hart: Really? WOW! Who cares?

[Andrew smiles as Liz charges out onto the stage with a big smile on her face. The crowd gives her a pretty decent reaction as she quickly makes her way down to the ring. She slides in and Andrew wraps her up in a big hug.]

Wilden: Recently Liz fell on some very hard times, but it's good to see her here tonight looking healthy.

Hart:Healthy? Would you look at those big...

Wilden: STOP!! BEFORE YOU GO ANY FURTHER!

Hart: I was going to say big blue eyes!

Reg: You see, Andrew? This is my gesture, to you! I know you feel like I favor Chazz a little too much, so I arranged for Liz to be here tonight, and officially become part of the Mendel clan. So with that in mind--

Chazz: *snatches the mic* Big deal! So some whore overcomes addiction and herpes, she's still the same gutterslut that she was before!

[Andrew's expression suddenly changes, and he charges after Chazz, who boys right up to him. The two start yelling at each other again until Reg pulls them apart.]

Reg: Enough! If you guys don't want to respect each other, HAVE AT IT! But you will, you WILL respect me, goddammit!! Now every pipe down!!

[The crowd boos as Missy and Liz pull Andrew away.]

Reg: Now, since this will be a damned REBIRTH--I SAID REBIRTH!--of our family, I've had the younger members of this newer, stronger family, to write a few words of wisdom and dispense them! Colin, as the youngest, you're up first.

Colin: *step forward and taking the mic, he removes flash card from his pocket* Andrew. Chazz. You...you are the two biggest influences on my life. *Pause for eye contact*. When it comes to big brothers, you two are...aww come on, Dad, do I hafta read this...

Reg: YOU'LL READ IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT, BOY!

Colin: *sighs* When it comes two big brothers, you two are...swell. (The crowd boos as Colin pauses again for eye contact). These last few months have been extremely *pause for eye contact* difficult for me, as my role models have been bickering like...what does this even mean? (rips up cards) Screw this ! Andrew, I can't wait for Chazz to beat you up and put you in your place as Cyberslam! You're not even really part of the fam--

Reg: THANK YOU, COLIN, for that moving and loving speech! (Reg bows up to Colin and glares). We will be talking about this later! (smiles brightly) Anyway, after that stirring speech, I want to have Liz say a few words as well! Liz.

Liz: Thannk you Reg. Chazz...

[A small "L-I-Z" chant and Liz smiles.]

Liz: Chazz, I don't think you get enough credit. So right now, I'm going to do something no one expects--thank you.

[The crowd boos and Liz nods as Andrew looks on with a cocked eyebrow.]

Liz: I have to thank you, Chazz, because it was your name that elevated Andrew to main event status. I have to thank you, for looking out for him, and keeping him on the right path. I have to thank you, Chazz, for really helping my brother become all that I've always known he can be.

[The crowd boos and Chazz nods his head, saying "That's right!"]

Liz: But, most importantly, I have to thank you...for being such a huge loser!

[The crowd explodes into cheers as Chazz begins to yell at Liz.]

Liz: Because that, my good sir, will make it ten times easier for my big brother here to KICK YOUR FUC...

Reg: *snatches microphone* THANK YOU LIZ! THAT'LL BE ALL!

[Andrew and Liz high five as Chazz and Colin shake their head at one another.]

Reg: Um, Missy, I understand that Christopher and Gabby drew pictures of Chazz and Andrew.

Missy: Um, yeah, about that...well...they didn't do extremely well. You see...Gabriella...she drew a picture of...well, Chazz had the belt, and Andrew was crying in the corner. And Christopher had Andrew with the championship belt, and, um...Chazz was bleeding on in the ring.

[The crowd laughs as Reg starts to turn red, and a slight "CHRIS-TO-PHER!" chant breaks out.]

Wilden: Not even the kids can decide who to cheer for in this family!

Missy: If I'm being honest, though, Chazz did bribe Gabriella with a Power Wheels Jeep, so...take that for what it's worth--

Reg: *annoyed* Whatever! Before this devolves into any more of a sideshow than it already is let's make with the picture taking! A picture that'll show SOLIDARITY, AND NOT FAVORITISM! I've got a professional photographer lined up folks, so every crowd in, and...

[Andrew snatches the microphone and the crowd starts a "CBK! CBK" chant.]

Andrew: Ya know...before we get down to this whole picture business, I...I just gotta get something off my chest. You know, Dad, you set up all this tomfoolery to get me and you made me drag my family out here to Texas...don't get me wrong, I love you Texas. (The crowd cheers and Andrew smiles). But I drag the family all the way out here, I have to pack up my kids clothes, I gotta deal with Chazz bribing my daughter and turning her against me...I have to deal with all this stuff. But I can't help but feel like this is all one extremely large distraction, ya know, Dad? You see, since the did I first met you, Dad, from the day you bought me into the family to try and teach Chazz how to be a man, I've always felt like even though I was the better son...you always liked Chazz that much more.

[The crowd boos and Reg shakes his head.]

Andrew: I feel like all the games of catch, all the praising me...it was all to get Chazz to man up. It was to get him to stop being Mr. Cool, Mr. Laid Back. You wanted to make him Mini Reg, and back then, I was probably the closest thing to that. So what happens? I take the kid under my wing. I show him how to be ruthless, how to think before he acts. That was me, Dad. I took Chazz Mendel from a little blip on the upper card, and I groomed him, and I showed him the way, I showed him the light, and I finally started to come around. And then, I got fired. And I got to sit home for a while, and thing. I got to play with the kids, I got to mess around with the wife. I got to be the normal guy for once, and that changed me. Ya see, for the first time in a long time, Dad...I was happy. I was happy being domesticated Dad guy. I was happy with the little league and the ballet recitals. I was happy being everything that you didn't want me to be.

Reg: What are you...

Andrew: Let's face it, Reg, you're never gonna win father of the year award. You're a cold, calculating, manipulative d*BEEP*head if I do say so myself! (The crowd cheers) I sat back, and I started thinking about it...did you ever try and line up World Championship shots for me, Dad? Did you ever try to elevate me to that level? Or were you more concerned with keeping you prized possesion Chazz up top, while I toiled away, being his number two man.

Reg: Dammit, Andrew, that's enough! THAT'S ENOUGH!

Andrew: NO, IT'S NOT ENOUGH!! IT'S NOT ENOUGH, DAMMIT!! (The crowd cheers as Andrew whips off his sunglasses) Ya see, for fifteen years, I've busted my ass! I've already talked about what I've done, I've talked about winning championship gold in my first pay-per-view appearance, I talk about being the first ever IWF Internet Champion, PWR Primetime Champion, cWo Television and United States Champion, I talk all my accomplishments! But there's one thing I haven't talked about, and that's the black whole in my stomach. I can't eat, I can't sleep, until that void gets consumed. And for the longest time, I couldn't figure out what it was. So I boozed it up, I cheated on my wife, and I became the man you wanted me to be, so you could keep me where I was, because you knew, deep down in places you don't like to talk about in close company, that there was only ONE man that could surpass your boy Chazz, and that one man IS ME!!

[The crowd cheers as Andrew paces.]

Andrew: I come out here, and I hear Chazz talking about being the king, talking about being the best. That fat piece of crap Robbie Hart sings your praises, talks about how you're greatest champion ever, and you know what...you buy into your own hype. You tell people you're the best, you toot your own horn, but something has me thinking, are you saying it to convince these people? Or are you saying it to convince yourself? (The crowd buzzes a little bit.) I can look you dead in the eye brother, man to man, and tell you to your face...I don't think you're the best. I don't think you're the best, because I look in the mirror, and the man I see looking back at me is bar none the best wrestler alive, and anyone that doesn't think so is lying to themselves. (The crowd cheers). They talk about you being the five time World Champion. Tell me, Chazzworth, how many of those wins came clean? How many times did you bust your ass and not take a shortcut? How many...

Chazz: *snatches mic* Are you done!? Are you done you're long wided diatribe, Andrew! (The crowd boos) SHUT UP!! Are you done, because I've heard it all before! I've heard about the feeling in your stomach, I've heard about your accolades, I've heard what you think of me! The fact of the matter is, big brother, that you AREN'T the World Champion! I AM! (The crowds boos intensify) I AM THE FIVE TIME WORLD CHAMPION! I am the best in this business, and I've faced the best this business has to offer! And every one of them talked about this never ending hunger, everyone talked about how hungry they were, and the blackwhole, and being the best. But saying your the best doesn't make you the best! (Holds the championship belt high.) This, Andrew...this says your the best!

(The crowd boos and Chazz shakes his head, but continues to speak.)

Chazz: Did I take some shortcuts? YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I TOOK SHORTCUTS! I'm 212 pounds, and I'm 6'2"! I'm not 230 pounds, I'm not 6'4", 235 like you Andrew! I had to do things a bit differently to get to the top of the business, but the fact is that a million men have said they could beat me, Andrew, and they COULDN'T! The couldn't beat me! Whether or not I won clean, whether or not I cheated, it doesn't matter, Andrew, it doesn't matter, because I was--ME, ANDREW, I WAS--the man to beat! I was the man the held the World Championships longer than anyone, I was the one who wasn't the biggest, who wasn't the baddest, but I was damn sure the smartest! I am the best athelte in this business today, now just because of the body, not because of the size, but because I'm the best WRESTLER, and I'm the best MIND this industry has ever seen!

(Chazz pauses to regain his composure.)

Wilden: This has got to be one of the most intense confrontations cWo has ever seen.

Hart: You're not joking...

Chazz: I don't say I'm the best to convince myself! And I damn sure don't have to convince them, because whether they like it or not, they know, each and everyone of them KNOWS I'm the best! That's why they hate me! They love you when you're on the bottom, when you one of them, but once you're the champion, and they want is your head on a f*BEEP*ing platter! (The crowd boos) You want to name drop the titles you've one! Let me namedrop the guys I've beaten! Johnny Serious, Zach Dangerous, Nick Dangerous, Ryne Deth, Josh Cantrell, Muru, the list goes on and on and on! This company keeps throwing me fast balls and I've knocked every one of the son of a bitches out of the park, and now you want to be the lone curve? You're just the same as the rest, Andrew! You're a pretender to the throne!

Andrew: *snatches the mic back* I'm a pretender, huh! Is that why you're terrified of me Chazz!

Chazz: I'm not terrified of anyone!! I am THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING of this business, Andrew! And a long time ago, a man once said to someone lesser than he was, you can either stand by my side, or bow on your knees before me!

Andrew: I'll bow down once I find someone better than me, and that man isn't you, and come CyberSlam, you arrogant son of a bitch, I will knock your teeth down your throat, and I will pin you clean in that ring, and I will, I WILL, walk out of Texas, fans chanting my name...

(The crowd starts a "CBK! CBK!" chant.)

Andrew: Kids celebrating in the ring, wife of one arm, the other arm raised in the air, with the cWo World Heavweight Championship on MY waist!

Chazz: I suggest you wake up from that little dream world of your, big brother, because this fairy tale you're trying to live is BULL*BEEP*T, and the only person leaving CyberSlam with the belt in tact will be ME, CHAZZ MENDEL!!

Reg: *snatching the mic from them both* ENOUGH! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, BOYS! Can't we all just get along! What's done is done!

Andrew: Ya know somethin' old man, I'm a big sick and tired of you interfering in everything. So why don't you do me and my dear old brother a favor for once. *shoves Reg* BACK THE HELL OFF!!

(Reg looks absolutely incensed, the hauls back and smacks Andrew.)

Wilden: Ooooh boy.

Hart: Ya see! Ya see what Andrew made him do!

Andrew: *smiling* Ya know something Reg...one day...I'll have to thank you for that.

(Andrew turns around and decks Reg with a big right hand! Reg seems a little dazed, but then hops up and charges after Andrew.)

Chazz: No, Dad, no! Ignore him! You see, Andrew will get his this Sunday at Cyberslam! He's not worth a fight tonight!

(The crowd boos as Chazz and Colin start to lead Reg out of the ring.)

Andrew: Ya know, you're right. I might just get mine this Sunday at Cyberslam...but, ya know...I don't see why you can't gets yours tonight, Chazz.

(Andrew steps forward and delivers The DruMax to Chazz!)

Hart: OH MY GOD!!

Wilden: DING DONG, THE CHAMP MAY BE DEAD! THE DRUMAX, THAT VICIOUS SUPERKICK, FLUSH TO THE FACE OF CHAZZ MENDEL!! AND REG LOOKS FURIOUS!!

["Epic" cues on the PA as Andrew picks up the cWo World Championship belt and stares at it. He holds it up in the air, much to the Texas crowds approval, before kissing it and mouthing the words "soon you're coming home". He lays the belt on the still reeling Chazz Mendel and joins his family leaving the ring.]

Wilden: My God, Cyberslam is going to be one helluva of an event!! Andrew Mendel, Chazz Mendel, the biggest show of the year, brother vs. brother for the title!

Hart: Can he do that!

Wilden: He just did! Reg is incensed, Chazz is still out of it!! Ladies and gentlemen we're out of time for tonight, cWo presents Cyberslam VI, LIVE, only on pay-per-view this Sunday from right here at the AT&T Center! For Robbie Hart, I'm Lance Wilden, GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY! MAN