Wilden: Fans, welcome to Washington DC, our nation’s capital, for another explosive night of cWo Driven!
Hart: You can’t say “explosive” and “Washington, DC” in the same sentence!
Wilden: I’m Lance Wilden, and as you just heard, I’m joined as always by my Robbie Hart! We’re coming off of another huge cWo even, and Glory lived up to it’s name! We have a NEW cWo World Heavyweight Champion, and his name is Andrew Phillips!
Hart: Ugh. I thought that was a bad dream.
Wilden: The United States championship also changed hands as Jacob Baxter won a highly contested triple threat matchup, with some help from John Pilchard!
Hart: Jacob Baxter! Now that’s a champion I can get behind!
Wilden: If you missed Glory, you’ll definitely want to catch the replays all week long! But tonight, we have quite a show for you, as several newly signed young superstars……
The Coronation
["Indestructable" by Disturbed cues on the PA and the crowd stands on it's feet as fireworks shoot out of the ramp. They become to cheer racously as "The Comeback Kid" Andrew Phillips limps out onto the stagewith a smile on his face and the cWo World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder.]
Donna Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, he is THE NEEEEEWWWWWWW CWO WORRRLLDD HEEEAVVYWEEIGHT CHAMMPIOOn, "THE COMEBACK KID", ANNNDDDRREEEWW PHILLIPPSS!!
Wilden: Looks like we're going to be kicking things off here with the champ!
Hart: There's only one champ, a champ that got robbed!
Wilden: I beg to differ! Andrew Phillips worked his butt off and busted his tail. That ladder match was phenomenal, and for a second there, it looked like Chazz Mendel might when, but Andrew fought his way back up, he was able to ascend the ladder and take down that belt that sits on his shoulder, for the priveledge, the honor of being called the cWo World Champion!
Hart: It was a fluke! ANy one can climb a ladder and take down a belt!
Wilden: But not just anyone did, Robbie, Andrew did! He busted his tail, put his body, his health and his career on the line, and at Glory he realized his dream of becoming World Champion! Can't you ever be happy for someone succeeding.
Hart: Sure I can. As long as that someone isn't him!
[Andrew walks down the ramp and high fives fans on the way, then slides into the ring and stands up, big smile on his face. He nods at the cheering crowd before lifting the championship belt high, sparks rainging from avoe. The sparks die down, as does the music as Andrew grabs a microphone from Donna Dixon. He adjust the World Heavyweight Title on his shoulder and smiles some more as a "CBK! CBK!" chant goes up.]
Andrew: Ladies and gentlemen… I AM THE CHAMP!
[The crowd cheers and Andrew nods.]
Andrew: Fifteen years, buckets of blood, gallons of sweat, millions of miles traveled, missed family vacations, the pain, the injuries, the tears, the rights and the wrongs...it's times like these, times when I can stand in this ring, in our nations capital [the crowd cheers], and say for all the things I've done wrong...to earn this prize, to earn this trophy, to earn this honor...I must've done something right.
[The crowd cheers again and Andrew nods.]
Wilden: That's right, he's become a better man over these last couple months, and look what it got him.
Hart: Oh please...
Andrew: I'm banged up, I've still got a headache, I've got bruises in places I didn't even know I had places, but this is what it's all about. When this all started, when I came to cWo, I made a promise to you, and I made a promise to myself, that I was going to be the absolute BEST, period! And though there have been downtimes, and though there's been uptimes, nothing means more than this. Nothing means more than carrying THE most prestigious belt in this industry, nothing means more than knowing that great men have held this championship...and nothing means more than knowing on their best day, 99% of them can't touch me! (The crowd cheers). I am the cWo World Champion, I am THE man to beat, the top guy, the man that every other guy has to look up to! The era of the Roman's, the Notorious JON's, the Nick Dangerous' and...well, of course, The Chazz Mendel's, has come to an end!
[The crowd racously cheers that.]
Andrew: Because I'll damn sure take on all challengers. I'm not going to hold off on defending this belt against anyone who think they're good enough to hold it, good enough to be the champ. But for all those guys who are standing in single file in front of Awesome's desk, ask yourself this before you try and ink your name on that main event contract...are you ready? Are you ready to step into the ring with the very best? Are you ready to give your heart and soul, to lay it all on the line, are you ready. Because I can tell you this, in the lynchpin of this great country, in front of 15,000 fans, in front of family and in front of the world, that unless you plan on bringing your absolute BEST to this ring, unless you're willing to sacrifice the buckets of blood and the gallons of sweat, unless you're ready and willing to put every single thing you have on the line against me...unless you've got all that, you don't have a goddamn shot in hell of beating me!
[The crowd loudly roars it approval as Andrew adjusts the belt on his shoulder.]
Andrew: Which brings me to the issue on my Slam in the Sand opponent. I know there's a--
[The sound of someone vomiting can be heard over the PA. The crowd goes silent, CBK look aroud.]
Wilden: What is this?
Hart: Sounds like someone's sick!
[The crowd immediatly begins to boo as Heretic slowly makes his way out from behind the entrance curtain with a microphone. He wipes his mouth.]
Heretic: Sickening. This celebration of pure BANALITY is absolutely SICKENING. What's it all for, this EXCESS? To celebrate an accomplishment.. a simple pedestrian achievement?
Wilden: Oh come on! How is this any of Heretic's business?
Wilden: He's speaking for all of us, Lance!
Heretic: WHY WHY WHY does having this belt make YOU special, ANDREW? How does having this belt make the man we see today different than the man we saw six months ago? [Spits] Humanity.... so pre-occupied with being special that they fail to realize what we are, simply cogs in a machine. Does this belt MAKE LITTLE ANDY A SPECIAL BEAUTIFUL UNIQUE SNOWFLAKE? Does it make you one of a kind?! You said you're a step above everyone else who's held the belt, but you're all the same. You're just MEAT... BONES... BLOOD just like they were WHO THE HELL CARES?! WHO? TELL ME WHO! Bones break. Blood drys. Meat rots.. whether it has a gold strap or not.
[The crowd begins to chant "You suck," CBK smiles and encourages them on.]
Heretic: [Gags] What truely makes me SICK, ANDREW... is that you think you DESERVE it all. WHY? Because you've had job stability for 15 years? Because MOMMY AND DADDY were both wrestlers too? Because they PROVIDED for you? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO DESERVE THIS? WHAT HAVE YOU EVER BEEN THROUGH? HAVE YOU EVEN SUFFERED? Why are YOU the one entitled to this honor that you so desperatly want? You're no different than our friend Muru [crowd cheers]. YAY FOR MURU YAY YAY! He thought he should be MORE, he thought he DESERVED something because he did things THE RIGHT WAY... he felt success would make up for his deep dark secret. Now, all he hopes is that doctors can cure what ails him, or he'll end up finding his answers with a bottle of gin and a handgun.
Wilden: Oh come on! That's completely out of line!
Hart: Wait, what would he do with a bottle of gin and a handgun?
Heretic: What are YOU hiding, Andrew? What makes YOU need to become so much more than you are... what are you afraid of? Because AND, you may have all the boys and girls fooled, but I see. I see. I SEE!
["Tiger The Lion" suddenly starts playing, and out walks the former World Champion, Chazz Mendel, to a chorus of boos, holding a microphone. The music dies down as he speaks.]
Chazz: Let me be the first to say that I second EVERYTHING this man [points to Heretic] has to say! In fact, let me take it a step further and say that it wasn't for you manipulating the system, there would be no Andrew Phillips, World Champion! YOU CHEATED, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!! CHEATED!!!
[Chazz gets red in the face and starts pacing.]
Chazz: If it wasn't for my stupid father worrying too friggin' much about you losing to stupid women, and stupid Lord Crazy, WE wouldn't be out here putting a stop to this stupid lamefest, because it wouldn't exist in the first place!!! Loophole, schmoophole, I don't give a damn what you have to say, you're nothing but a good for nothing cheater who would be NOTHING without me, and without my stupid Dad! And I demand that you acknowledge that! [Chazz stops pacing and looks right at CBK.] Any time now!
[Andrew just smiles, looking down at his newly won World Championship belt, then back up to the stage.]
Andrew: Now Chazzworth, you know I'm...
Chazz: Ahh shut up!! You're always so self-serving, aren't you?? You friggin dick! [in a mocking tone of voice.] "I'm the better wrestler! You know this because I don't shut the hell up about it! Boo woo hoo hoo my name is Andrew Phillips, I'm a conniving sack of crap who cheats to get what I want, and I used to be a pathetic woman beater nobody but nobody cares because I love each and every one of you people here in smellyville new jersey or wherever the hell we are at any given time!" [Chazz throws his hand in the air.] It's balogna!!! B-A-L-O-N-E-Y Balogna!!! Plain and simple! I want my damn rematch! I don't care when, I don't care how! And you're gonna give it to me, whether I have to twist someone's arm till it pops off!
[Chazz yells and throws the microphone onto the stage. A loud bit of static is heard as Chazz storms off. Andrew strokes his chin.]
Andrew: Well, now that the whiny bitch portion of the show is through...[the crowd cheers as he points at Heretic], Harry, Chazzworth, I've got one thing to say if you've got a problem with me[raises the belt in the air] BRING IT!
["Indestrutable" by Disturbed cues on the PA as Heretic looks at Andrew in disgust and Andrew glares back at him.]
Wilden: Strong, strong words from all three men!
Hart: Heretic and Chazz BOTH have points! Who cares if Andrew won the World Championship. Big deal! No one needs to make a speech about it!
Undefeated? What?
[Backstage, Chandler is reading "Filth" by Irving Welsh when Tiffany Tolberg comes up to him with the mic.]
Tolberg: Chandler, do you have a minute?
[Chandler turns around and puts the book at his lap and rests his chin on his fist!]
Dalmon: Of course, I have time, apparently I am being given the night off for having a good first month back! I won a battle royal, I've trained an up and coming superstar, I retired Scott Reznik and I'm undefeated!
[Tiffany gives him a weird look!]
Tolberg: But your not undefeated!
Dalmon: Of course, I am, don't be silly!
Tolberg: No, last Sunday you lost Raymond Jacobson, then he hit you over the head with the ring bell!
[Chandler strokes his beard a little bit.]
Dalmon: Oh, that little thing! Let me let you in on a little secret! This world, everything in this world is made up of perspectives! All biased opinions not based on logic but human emotions and what they want to say. Many people wanted to see me "defeated" so that is what they "saw." although that wasn't what happened!
Tolberg: Yes, it was!
Dalmon: No, it wasn't, not in my perspective, not in my SUPERIOR perspective! In my perspective the old boy put up one hell of a fight and then I grabbed the ring bell, some stuff happened and I awoke in the ring victorious with my fans cheering my name! That is the ending I acknowledge! That of course makes me undefeated! But, I will give "Jenkem" Raymond Jacobson this: He really impressed me and showed me that I am indeed a great teacher! And whenever he needs me, I will have his back!
[Chandler picks up his book and looks at Tiffany.]
Dalmon: Now if you'll excuse me, I have literature I need to finish up!
[Chandler then walks away to read on his own!]
Wilden: Did he just say he was undefeated? He LOST at Glory!
Hart: What show were you watching? He gave Jacobson the thrashing of a lifetime!
Wilden: Well folks, tonight we have a show full of some newly signed young…
The best thing to ever happen
["Money" by Pink Floyd hits the P.A. system, when a suited up Mr. Rich alongside his wife Evette walk to the stage area, dressed quite formally. Rich has a mic in his hand as his music quickly fades, as the boos are even more audibly without music drowning it out. Mr. Rich takes a moment to embrace the welcome.]
Wilden: What's Mr. Rich's business being out here? There's still plenty of matches to go before the main event tonight.
Hart: Does it really matter Lance?
Wilden: Of course, nothing matters to you as long as you can gawk at Evette.
Hart: Hey! I'm a one woman man pal!
Wilden: Right..
[Rich laughs as boos intensify when John Pilchard comes out to the stage area with Rich, with a proud smile on his face. Pilchard greets Rich with a handshake as he is handed the microphone.]
Wilden: Oh great.
Hart: Is it time for Andrew Fiasco to answer to his people?
Wilden: I wouldn't speak too soon Robbie. We have no idea if Pilchard's ultimatum is anything to be taken seriously.
Pilchard: Big night tonight! I'd say!
[The fans continue to boo as Pilchard slowly paces around the stage area.]
Pilchard: Boo me now, boo me all you want, but by the end of the night, before it's time for all of you to go home, it's gonna be a whole different story, you're gonna be thanking me for a job well done, and it almost brings a tear to my eye, because while I've never been bad at anything I've tried, I think I truly found my calling in life. I don't mean to take up your time, I got a lot of work to do, I got people to meet and arrangements to make before I can finally finish my masterpiece, but I came out here to say one thing. Andrew Fiasco, you might be thinking that it's pointless to bother now, but I'm out here now to tell you, you have on last chance. I'm not finished doing what I have to do, I'm clearly not out here for a story right now, I'm out here to tell you that if at any time before I TRULY make my presence felt you can come out here before your loyal cWo fan base, and the boys in the back, and tell them what I already plan on telling them, and leave this place with at least the dignity of knowing you told the truth, or you can leave this place with your pants down and your shame exposed to the world! The choice is yours, but you're running low on time. Mr. Rich....
[Pilchard respectfully gives the microphone back to Mr. Rich with a short bow as he hands it over. With a giant smile on his face Rich raises his hand over his head to shade his eyes from the light, as he looks over all the jeering fans before him.]
Hart: If Fiasco is smart he'd better listen.
Wilden: I think Pilchard is bluffing, he has no idea what he's talking about.
Mr. Rich: ...Judging by the sold out crowd here in the Verizon Center...I must be in the main event tonight.
Wilden: Oh please...
Mr. Rich: But you'll notice that way over yonder in the front row there's an empty seat. Now don't panic, this building is more than sold out, but that particular seat was purchased by yours truly. The security surrounding it is also purchased by me to make sure none of you pukes see fit to sit on it.
[Cameras pan out to two buff security guards standing on both sides of the empty seat in the front row.]
Mr. Rich: Haha, yes, like Cyberslam, I'm bringing a friend over tonight. Any friend, who's really a friend, wants to sit front row as Mr. Rich steps into the main event world all over again! Haha! Yes, yes, it's gonna be a good night tonight! I've been patient and it's finally gonna pay off, Andrew Fiasco is a goner, I know it, you all know it, my wife knows it, Robbie Hart knows it!-
Robbie Hart: That's right I know it!
Mr. Rich: Boys in the back are beggin' for it! Fiasco's a goner. But if you can't wait like I can't wait, I'm gonna put on a little show for you. To pay my respects to the only person around here who seems to pay me any respect, I'm gonna pay John Pilchard a tribute for his hard work for kicking the man who has done me wrong far too many times to the curb! Here's a projected simulation of the journalistic ass kicking Fiasco is gonna get, now let's bring out Andrew Fiasco.
Wilden: What? How's he gonna do this?
Hart: Cutting edge technology, Lance, just you see.
The best thing to ever happen
[Suddenly, the Grate One, Kid comes out to no music and greets Mr. Rich, as Mr. Rich is handed a piece of cardboard with the name "Andrew Fiasco" on it, attached to rope to put around the GOK's neck, as the GOK runs to the ring with confidence as Mr. Rich continues to speak.]
Mr. Rich: Entering the ring. Weighing in at a weight no scale could measure his combined weight of himself and the dark secrets he keeps. Through magic he has the power to urge viewers to change the channel on sight, he is Andrew "Who Hired You" Fiasco!
Wilden: This is silly...
Hart: Who's gonna portray Pilchard if the Grate One is representing Fiasco?
[Mr. Rich looks to be having the time of his life, as he speaks again.]
Mr. Rich: And his opponent.
[The Duke then comes out to mild fanfare as he approaches Rich, who puts the "John Pilchard" sign around his neck.]
Hart: THE DUKE VERSUS THE GRATE ONE?
Wilden: Easy, Robbie.
Mr. Rich: With a heart of gold, always looking at the bigger picture. When he says something he means it, with nothing to be ashamed of, it's John Pilchard!
Hart: Roman versus Notorious Jon. Nick Dangerous versus Ryne Deth. Chazz Mendel versus Andrew Phillips. The Duke versus the Grate One.
Wilden: Yeah isn't that a shame?
Hart: You have no idea the kind of dream match this is!
[Mr. Rich, with Evette hooked to his arm walk down the aisle, as Evette supports Mr. Rich, but with even half the enthusiasm Rich carries as he smirks looking on to the crowd by his side. Johnny Williams passes by Rich and Evette running to the match so as to call it. As Rich passes by the ring he taps on the mat, drawing both competitors close to him. Cameras catch him saying "remember, no one gets paid unless you follow the script!"]
Wilden: The script...
Hart: He wants to make sure this match lives up to the standards that every fan out here is expecting. Believe me when I tell ya Wilden this is huge.
[Mr. Rich goes over to the commentary table and begins to get settled as Johnny Williams calls for the bell.]
DING DING DING
Hart: Mr. Rich, all I have to say is thank you.
Mr. Rich: No need for it. Just enjoy the beating Pilchard is gonna lay down on Andrew Fiasco.
Hart: Pilchard, right! Of course!
Wilden: Well I guess I'll do the honors of calling this one. The two looking right into each others eyes I can tell they're ready to make a statement.
Mr. Rich: No, actually Andrew Fiasco is quite scared.
Wilden: Yeah? He doesn't look scared.
Mr. Rich: He's scared, he's very scar-
[Mr. Rich cuts himself off as he shouts at the two in the ring.]
Mr. Rich: STICK TO THE SCRIPT!
Wilden: Well the two lock horns!
Mr. Rich: They're not supposed to, idiots!
Wilden: Jocking for position, it's almost looking like a stalemate.
Hart: Of course it's a stalemate, for ages I've wondered who the better man between the two was.
Mr. Rich: It's Pilchard! The better man is Pilchard!
Hart: Well, yeah! But I mean...the Grate One, and The Duke!
Mr. Rich: I don't see no Duke or Grate One, it's Pilchard and Fiasco.
Hart: Well of course...yeah! Pilchard is the greatest!
Wilden: It's a definite stalemate as the two both powered out of the hold, with a force that sent both men backing into the turnbuckle!
[Cameras catch awestruck expressions on both competitors faces, as their jaws drop.]
Wilden: Looks like both men had no idea what they bargained for tonight.
Mr. Rich: No it looks like Fiasco had no idea what he bargained f-
[Rich cuts himself off again as he shouts at the wrestlers.]
Mr. Rich: STICK TO THE SCRIPT!
Wilden: Grate One and The Duke now charging each other, as they collide with shoulder tackles! But neither one faulters!
Mr. Rich: What the hell!
Wilden: Both men at it again, and no go! Still were at a stalemate here!
[Both competitors attempt another shouldertackle.]
Wilden: No! What will it take?
Hart: The Duke...or I mean John Pilchard is going for the test of strength, it's gonna be a test of strength!
Wilden: Test of strength it is!
Mr. Rich: Andrew Fiasco is in for it now...*sigh*
Hart: If you don't mind my saying Rich, you might have picked the wrong couple of guys.
Wilden: Looks like even the test of strength is all for naught because we're at another standstill!
Mr. Rich: Wilden, quit patronizing me!
[Rich gets up again.]
Mr. Rich: STICK TO THE FREAKIN' SCRIPT!
Hart: Sorry to say it Mr. Rich but this is kind of a dream match of mine.
Mr. Rich: How was I supposed to know this was gonna happen!
Hart: It's not your fault. Ya know maybe they're just being creative! Maybe Pilchard will still nab it.
Mr. Rich: You know what this doesn't matter...none of this even matters. Those two idiots can kiss my ass!
[Seeing it going nowhere The Duke opts to release one hand and go for an irish whip.]
Wilden: We got an irish whip! Duke ducks under the Grate One, clothesline! No, Grate One ducks! Grate One just missed a clothesline of his own!
Mr. Rich: COME ONNNNN!
Hart: THEY JUST COLLIDED!
Mr. Rich: Are you kidding me!?
Hart: THE DUKE AND THE GRATE ONES COLOSSAL HEADS JUST COLLIDED!
Mr. Rich: You're getting on my bad side Robbie!
Hart: I'm really sorry! I can't help myself!
[The referee begins counting to ten.]
Mr. Rich: Why don't we talk about something important, like my return to the main event!
Wilden: Well we were gonna talk about that once it's happening, right now the Duke is taking on the Grate One.
Mr. Rich: What does it matter! I was trying to make a statement!
Hart: Hang in there Rich, maybe now that their minds came together they'll remember the script!
[The fans are booing the match as their interest has almost completely faded, as Johnny Williams counts to six.]
Hart: And they're getting-they're getting up! My God!
Mr. Rich: This is silly.
Wilden: You're telling me. The two are now exchanging blows. Back and forth, they're laying it all on the line now!
[The Duke blocks a punch, as he kicks The Grate One in the gut and hits the Duke Below.]
Hart: THE DUKE BELOW! THE DUKE BELOW! Umm!...Pilchard's gonna take it!
Mr. Rich: Come on! Pin him!
Wilden: Here's the pin!
ONE
TWO
Wilden: KICKOUT!
Mr. Rich: ARE YOU SERIOUS!?
Hart: This is incredible! The Duke can't believe it!
Mr. Rich: You know something? Years ago people with the money I have, with my tenure in the business, at this stage in the game would warrant respect, nobody in this business, treats me with ANY respect, these guys aren't getting paid tonight! They don't even deserve a job!
[Meanwhile the Duke slowly picks up the Grate One as Mr. Rich picks up his headset and begins to walk away.]
Hart: Aw come on Rich, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
Wilden: He brought this onto himself in my opinion.
Hart: You shut up.
[The Grate One then hits a big chop to the Duke's head by surprise.]
Wilden: Big chop!
[The Grate One follows up with a face first chokeslam.]
Hart: FACE FIRST CHOKESLAM? All my life I've lived thinking no able bodied human being could hit such a move on a real life person!
Wilden: Well think no more Hart, we just saw it, and the pin!
ONE
TWO
Hart: KICKOUT? WHAT!
[The Grate One gets on his feet. Looking once again awestruck he stands up and waits at the turnbuckle.]
Hart: What's he doing? He should be keeping his momentum!
[The Duke slowly gets to his feet as The Grate One looks over him, awaiting his recovery.]
Hart: What's going on here?
[The Duke gets up, clutching his neck, as The Grate One offers his hand for a handshake.]
Hart: They're shaking hands?
Wilden: Who do these guys think they are?
[The Grate One holds The Duke's arm as they both stand victoriously.]
Hart: They're walkin' out!
Wilden: What are they doing?
Hart: I said, they're walkin' out!
Wilden: In what universe do they think this is acceptable behaviour? I'm wishing they actually stuck to Rich's script! Johnny Williams of course now counting them out.
ONE
TWO
Hart: Sometimes Lance two competitors-
THREE
Hart: -are so evenly matched-
FOUR
Hart: You don't even wanna know who the better man is!
FIVE
Wilden: I feel like the last few minutes of my life were a waste of time.
SIX
Hart: Well that was the thrill ride of my life.
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
DING DING DING
Wilden: Just silly...
Dixon: The result of this match by double count out! It's a draw!
Hart: Well looks like the next match will have to be a cage match!
Wilden: My god...
Hart: What!
Wilden: Admit it Hart! This was boring! And a bad idea from Rich!
Hart: You! Stop disrespecting Rich!
Wilden: I don't have a lot of reason to respect him, and that ominous empty seat isn't doing him any favours.
Hart: Nick Dangerous is gonna be in that seat! I know it!
Wilden: I hate to say it but I think you're right.
Hart: I’m always right!
Wilden: We’ll be back right after this!
[Commercial break]
The New Family
[The cameras cut backstage to the locker room area and to the NEW Mendel Family. TheCop Mendel, and Chazz Mendel, are sitting on folding metal chairs. The GOK is standing, holding a jeweled encrusted scepter. He has a towel draped over him, trying to cool off after his hard fought contest with The Duke.]
Chazz: I've had just about enough of this, Cop! We have to start flexing some muscle, you know?!?! We gotta stop this charade, and get my damn belt back!
TheCop: Perhaps I will call in a favor and have him tailed when he leaves the arena, and arrested for having "contraband" on him, SIR?!
Chazz: You can do that?
TheCop: YES SIR! In my many years on the force, I have come to know many other law enforcement officers and they owe me a few favors! I can get this done for you, SIR!
[Chazz scratches his head.]
Chazz: I dooooon't knooow, man. I need him in the ring... I can't get the belt back with him in jail... He wants to call me a crybaby?!?! This is my party, and I'll cry if I damn well want to! He screwed me over! From day friggin' one! He's messed with my head! He's gonna pay... He's got to pay!
[Suddenly, the Mendel Family patriarch, Reg, comes bursting through the locker room door.]
Reg: You miserable, worthless son of mine! I've been trying to get a hold you for two damn weeks! You don't return my phone calls, and when you do answer them, you just hang the damn thing up! I'm your father! I aught to slap the hell out you! So help me if I could've gone through the damn phone, I would have!
[Chazz stands up and gets in his father's face.]
Chazz: Maybe there's a reason, Dad? Ever think about when you were conspiring against me with Andrew before I lost the title to him at Glory had something to do with that? I told you to stay the hell away from me! I told you that you two deserved each other! You two need to just go ahead and get married since I know you love him so much!
Reg: What the hell are you talking about? You didn't even hear the conversation! I told him go fly a damn kite, and that you're my son, for better or worse! You're not thinking straight, son! You gotta slow down!
[Chazz scoffs.]
Chazz: I'll tell you something, pops! I've never thought clearer! If I thought any clearer, I'd see invisible! You can't stop me, nobody can stop me! And now I only surround myself with people that truly understand, like my NEW family, The Cop!
TheCop: SIR, YES SIR!!!
Chazz: And the GOK!
[The GOK merely raises his scepter and scowls at Reg, ready to strike at a moment's notice.]
Chazz: See! They understand! They understand like you never could, EVER! And just like Andrew, YOU could be replaced!
Reg: You can't!
Chazz: Oh I can! You may have brought me into this world, but damnit, I'll take YOU out of it!
[Chazz storms out of the room. TheCop and The GOK follow close behind, The GOK snarls at Reg as he leaves the room. Reg merely stands there, shaking his head. Suddenly, Heretic pops out from around the corner. He stands next to Reg.]
Heretic: And people say I'M crazy!
[Heretic chuckles to himself and walks off. Reg reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a flask. He unscrews the cap and takes a swig as the cameras cut back to Lance Wilden and Robbie Hart.]
Wilden: Well, there’s obviously tension in the new Mendel family..
Hart: It’ll be fine! I mean, with TheCop and the GOK, how can things not be OK?
Wilden: The relationship between Reg and Chazz is CLEARLY strained.
Hart: And I bet you have a great relationship with your father, huh?
Wilden: As a matter of fact, I do!
Hart: Bah!
Wilden: Well folks, tonight we’re going to see some newly signed young talent [pauses, waiting to be interrupted] … in action tonight. We’re very exicted about expanding the roster and finding the next great talent! Up next, we will see the debut of Mike Logan, as he steps into the ring against Zidane Starkiller!
Zidane Starkiller vs. Mike Logan
Donna Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Leicester, England... he stands at 6'2"... weighing in at 190 pounds... he is Zidane Starkiller!
Hart: I gotta feeling this is gonna be my boy Zidane's night! I can feel it!
Wilden: That would be a dramatic turn of events.
(Just then, "The Stroke" by Billy Squire begins to play over the P.A. system as we see the cWo's newest star, "The Canadian Gigolo" Mike Logan, coming out the entrance-way wearing a sleeveless black and red rhinestone robe with sunglasses and black and red wrestling shorts. Logan then gyrates his hips to the crowd to a bit of a mixed reaction as he struts down to the ring oozing with confidence. He looks at the camera and flexes his bicep briefly for the camera before strutting to the ring steps and walking up the apron before gyrating his hips again to another mixed reaction.)
Wilden: This guy has kind of an attitude to him, don't you think?
Hart: Yeah, I'm not too sure about my man Zidane's chances now.
(Donna Dixon starts to give the introduction as Mike Logan sets foot inside the ring looking over his opponent.)
Donna Dixon: And his opponent, from Hamilton, Ontario, Canada... standing 6'2" and weighing in at 243 lbs. ... he is billed as "The Canadian Gigolo"... Mike Logan!!!
(Logan then removes his robe slowly to tease the women-folk and flicks his sunglasses into the crowd as he then starts to circle the ring as the bell sounds.)
Wilden: There's the bell and we're underway, and Logan wasting no time clubbing away on the back of Zidane Starkiller!
Hart: This guy's got a killer mean-streak... I have to admit I like that. Nice snapmare there too followed up by three straight forearms into his back.
(Mike Logan then gets up and starts to slap Zidane on the head, taunting him.)
Wilden: Now that's not very gentleman-like! Come on now!
Hart: He smells blood in the water, baby! Now he picks him up in a suplex position and bounces his feet off the ropes for a Slingshot Suplex!
Wilden: Oh now look at him! He's doing the Logan Stomp, repeatedly stomping away at every part of the body he can find! And now he follows it with a legdrop, then another!
Hart: Now, he's gyrating his hip before he kicks Zidane in the head and legdrops him once more! Now he picks Zidane up and this could be over!
Wilden: He's asking the fans if they want to see him beat this clown and he's getting a split response. Now he's gyrating his hips once more! Good grief!
Hart: Ha! This guy's got a way with women! And there's a Uranage Backbreaker followed by a Spinning Complete Shot and that could be it!
Wilden: Being told in my earpiece that's called "The Ego-Stroke" and they're gonna have to peel Zidane off the canvas!
One...
Two...
THREE!!!
Donna Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen... here is-
(Just then, Mike Logan grabs the microphone and begins to speak.)
Mike Logan: Not so fast, sugar-tits! Let a PRO show you how it's done... Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... 243 pounds of walking, talking sex appeal... "The Sexual Intellectual"... "The Canadian Gigolo"... Mike Logan!
(The crowd immediately breaks out in boos toward this guy.)
Wilden: Just who does this guy think he is anyway?
Hart: Shush, we're about to find out.
Mike Logan: For those who don't know me... my name is Mike Logan and I bet many of you wonder why God's gift to women everywhere is gracing this place with his presence? Well, the truth is... for far too long, this business has been plagued with guys with horrible physiques and terrible looks running things. To those who are looking for someone with my God-like physique and Hollywood-looks to take cWo to the next level... your prayers have been answered. I don't give a damn whether you people like me or hate me because all your welfare checks are going to pay MY salary!
(The fans boo when they hear this.)
Mike Logan: Thank you for all this support!
(The fans boo even louder as Mike Logan starts to smirk at the audience.)
Mike Logan: As I was saying... it doesn't matter to me who the blue blazes you are or what you've done here because now... the ladies will finally have a champion they can be proud of! You'll all be wanting my hotel number and ladies... I'll be at the Marriott later tonight servicing ALL the ladies in this town! I'm like McDonald's, billions and billions have been served with my special... "yogurt". I don't care if you're Mr. Rich... I don't care if you're Josh Cantrell... I don't even care if you're Jacob Baxter... the bottom line is that all the men... want to BE ME! All the women... WANT ME! And all of cWo is about to get... an "EGO-STROKE"!
Wilden: Certainly a brash young man isn't he?
Hart: I like this guy already!
(The fans are still booing for the most part as Mike takes the microphone and begins to speak.)
Mike Logan: Thank you all for your encouragement... now "The Canadian Gigolo" has just left the building! See you ladies at the Marriott!
("The Stroke" by Billy Squire begins to play again as he tosses the microphone into the crowd as he smirks at the fans all the way down the ramp as they rain down a chorus of boos on him.)
Wilden: What an egotistical, arrogant punk!
Hart: Come on now, the ladies love him! Why can't you?
Wilden: Well, he's certainly not winning any fans over here in our nation's capital!
Welcome to America
[Josh Cantrell stands against a black backdrop with the golden cWo logo on it. He’s wearing the new Affliction Brand “Hate Made Me” t-shirt. His head is hung down and his hair hangs in his face. He releases a sigh and begins to speak.]
Josh Cantrell: Glory has come and I was left without any. A year ago I was the single most talked about wrestler in cWo or the whole damn World for that matter. Funny how things change, I’m winless since returning last month.
[Cantrell’s voice grows louder as he flings his head back, a look of pure intensity etched in his face as he stares directly into the camera.]
Josh Cantrell: Winless because of Nick Dangerous, or should I say John Pilchard and his distraction at the end my match at Glory. Winless because of Jacob Baxter and his “Bastardly Shenanigans”. Baxter wants us to stop talking about Nick Dangerous but all this slight upgrade of Jack Union has done is capitalized on opportunities created for him by Nick Dangerous and Dangerous isn’t even here, so you owe Nick Dangerous for you being United States Champion, Baxter. I've even heard rumors that Nick Dangerous might very well be in attendance tonight as a special guest of Mr. Rich, so Bastard if Johnny Serious or myself doesn't get to him first, you can thank him personally. That sound good to you, Champ?
[Cantrell starts to calm down, a small grin begins to form.]
Josh Cantrell: Champ...yeah that's you Baxter. In fact, I want the first shot. I don’t have any authority to do so but let’s just call tonights Main Event an Unofficial #1 contenders match for the US Title. It’s not about the title though, I’ve never been one who cares about the gold. Usually I just wanna prove I’m better than the guy standing across the ring for me, but this one time it’s gonna be about the gold, cause Union 2 point 0 defaced a title that a lot of people have sweated and bled over. One more time The Bastard and The Product of Hate are gonna hook it up and that straps gonna get the right flag put back on it. You pick the time and the place Jacob, and I’ll end your reign before the ink dries on the history books.
[Josh’s words begin to trail off and he walks out of the picture, the obviously stationary camera stays focused on the cWo backdrop but Cantrell’s conversation with an unknown female can still be heard.]
Josh Cantrell: Alishya! What are you doing here?
Female Voice: Trying to get a job, but that Tony Awesome guy is a pervert.
Josh Cantrell: What the hell did he do?
Female Voice: Do not worry about it, I can take care of myself, is that not what you told me?
Josh Cantrell: You don’t have to be that way, I miss the hell out of you. Does your Dad know you’re here?
Female Voice: Yes. My father does not rule my life anyway.
Josh Cantrell: Are you kidding me? James Oni RULES Tokyo practically.
Female Voice: I am not in Tokyo though, I am in America, and I like it here…
[The camera cuts off and the scene goes back to Hart and Wilden at ringside.]
Wilden: The Product of Hate wants Baxter again and he appears to have a female friend coming to cWo.
Hart: Baxter is just going to extend Cantrell’s losing streak and we don’t need anymore females, Mary Joe is all the woman I need.
Wilden: You’re pathetic, Robbie! We’ll be right back
[Commercial Break]
Helping out
[We go backstage to find Brother Shabazz alone in the locker room, waiting for Carter and Mad Maddie to arrive at the arena. Then a cell phone rings, which Shabazz answers.]
Shabazz: Hello?
Carter (heard through speakerphone): Hey brotha, que pasa?
Shabazz: Where are you man? You know the show is going down, right?
Carter: Look, I know I should be there. I'm not happy about what happened at Glory. Them girls screwed me over. But you ought to see Maddie, she's having a panic attack and just wants to kill someone. We got to get this girl to chill out once in a while.
Shabazz: So where are you?
Carter: Some bar over in ... uh, I have no idea to be honest. I think it's Georgetown. I just got Maddie away from the arena and she dragged me here. She's done like eight tequila shots in the last hour, I have no idea how a gal this small can drink so much.
Maddie: [in a drunken tone] I'm f***in' Irish, don't you forget it!
Carter: I'm just sitting here watching the Nationals game drinking a Sprite, making sure Maddie doesn't start a bar fight... oh God, here she goes again...
Maddie: You looking at me huh bitch? F*** you.
Carter: Look, if you can, go help out those two girls for me. I got to go.
Shabazz: Alright, later.
[Carter hangs up.]
Shabazz: Alright. All by myself to relax at a show for once.
[DUI and Yuni Yamagata enter the locker room, and approach Brother Shabazz.]
Yuni: Hi. We hope you help us in match.
DUI: God, I can't believe you dragged me into this.
Yuni: You need stop this. Yes he brack and you cop. I want win, no rost cause you hate bracks.
DUI: Meet me right before we go out for the match, I've had enough.
Shabazz: You suck too, racist bitch.
DUI: Just be glad this isn't my jurisdiction, or I'd plant coke on you so fast.
[DUI walks out of the room.]
Shabazz: So Yuni, what did you need help with?
Yuni: Oh, you win rot times. You have many good move. I want know what you do in ring so I and DUI can beat girrs.
Shabazz: What's in it for me?
[Yuni just winks at Shabazz.]
Shabazz: Yeah, I can help you. I probably can't be at ringside because your partner is a racist bitch, but for now I can be of service.]
Yuni: Very good sir.
[The cameras now turn to Robbie and Lance at ringside...]
Hart: There's no way Yamagata can stop my girlfriend's client and their new ally Jen Diamond. Not even with Brother Shabazz. Did you see that? Yamagata needs help winning!
Wilden: I'm not even going to address that. Anyway...
Class is in session
GIVE ME FUEL!
GIVE ME FIRE!
GIVE ME THAT WHICH I DESIRE!!
[Flames shoot out of the stage as "Fuel" by Metallica cues on the PA and Jake Oliver comes out dressed to wrestle with Morgan trailing behind him in street clothes.]
Donna Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing at this time...
Jake Oliver: Oh be quiet, Dixon!! The Professor has a class to teach! [The crowd boos.] It's a travest, a miscarriage of justice that one, a fine, pure wrestler like myself, has once again been ignored by the bureucy and the politics of the cWo! Whatever happened to the good ol' days, when the guys that busted their asses and put on the best performance every time the were in the ring and moved up the card. Me being left off the card is a testament to all that's wrong with the business! Well it is my goal that I will teach you all the Principles of Wrestling!
Wilden: What he's talking about?
Hart: Quit gabbing and I'll sure he'll explain it!
Jake: [as he rolls into the ring] I am not leaving this ring until I get an opponent! Bring anyone out! I don't care who it is! Class is in session, right here, tonight in Washington, D.C.!
[The crowd boos as Oliver pulls off his t-shirt and bounces up and down as Morgan nods expectantly. "Chicken Hunt" by ICP cues on the PA as Dynamite comes down the ramp with referee Aaron Blake in tow.]
Wilden: Well I guess we're going to get another match tonight...don't know how long it'll last, but we're the so called Professor of Pro Wrestling will be in action!
Hart: All right!
Jake: [as Dynamite climbs in the ring] Alright, big man! You want a piece of me?
Dynamite: BOOM!
Jake: Well, that brings me to my first lesson tonight. You see, you're not going to face me tonight...you're going to be facing Morgan!
[The crowd buzzes as Morgan looks on and confused and Oliver rolls out of the ring.]
Wilden: What! Can he do that!?
Hart: He said he wanted a match! He just didn't say for who!
Wilden: But can he sign his sister to a match! She's not even dressed to compete, she's in a skirt in heels for Christ takes, and wait, DYNAMITE WITH THE ROLL-UP ON MORGAN!
DING DING DING!
Wilden: ONE!! TWO!! No! Morgan kicking out!! Are we doing this, this is official!?
Hart: I guess so!!
Wilden: Dynamite came within a hair of winning right there, Morgan rolls back to her feet in those high heeled, Dynamite with the forearms to the face and sends Morgan into the ropes...this is ridiculous, she can barely even run as Dynamite now grabs her for the sideslam, but it's Morgan with the headscissors take over!! Beautiful manuever by Morgan Oliver here as she gets back to her feet and pulls off boots, but, you gotta think, Morgan came here tonight not expecting to wrestle, we've only seen her in one wrestling match, she put on a brave performace but I don't know what she can do here as Dynamite gets back to his feet and Morgan with the STIFF kicks, right to his mid-section! And now Morgan goes for another one, Dynamite protects his ribs and Morgan with the standing enziguri to the back of the head!! She covers Dynamite...
ONE!
TWO!
TH...NO! Kick out! Long two on that one! And one has to wonder exactly what Jake Oliver's point is in doing this...
Hart: He already said! He's going to be teaching a lesson here tonight!
Wilden: Morgan now, hauls Dynamite back to his feet and gets him in the arm wrench, and now more of those stiff kicks to the midsection of Dynamite, but now it's Dynamite with the reversal! Dynamite now with the arm wrench applied, but Morgan grabs the top rope and flips out of it and now get the arm drag, and RIGHT INTO THE CROSS ARM BAR!! And Dynamite trying to block it here, but it's Morgan, bringing that leg repeatedly down on the face of Dynamite, and now she's got it locked in!
Hart: I see London! I see France! I see Morgan's...
Wilden: Wow, I wonder what Mary Joe would think about you gazing upon Morgan...
Hart: I see a hussie who needs to keep her legs crossed!!
Wilden: And Dynamite scrambles his way towards the ropes, but Morgan now with the short arm scissors! Morgan proficient in this submission holds, but Dynamite able to gets his legs in the ropes, and Morgan refusing to break here!!
Hart: Well it's not like if she breaks his arm we're gonna miss him!
Wilden: And the ref utilizing that five count, Morgan breaks at about four and a half! You've gotta think that as time goes on and that adrenaline starts pumping, Morgan will fire up more and more here on Dynamite as she pulls Dynamite out of the ropes and back up to her feet, and Dynamite now, kick to the stomach by Dynamite, and he hit sthe ropes here, but Morgan drops down, rolls through and THE SINGLE LEG BOSTON CRAB!! Man, Morgan just on point, here, warmed up or not! And I think Jake's looking on in approval as Morgan synches back on that submission hold, as Dynamite is going to try and call, but Morgan's got it locked in!! And Dynamite about to tap and...wait! WAIT! JAKE GRABBED HIS HAND!
Hart: WHAT!!
Wilden: Jake just grabbed Dynamite's hand and stopped him from tapping! What the hell is that about! And the ref's going to break that up of course, and the hold has to be broken, but...Morgan was in seconds of winning here!
Hart: I'm sure he has his reasons!!
Wilden: And Morgan looking at her brother confused as Jake...he's begging off on the outside of the ring here!! And Dynamite here, hobbling on one leg, clubs Morgan from behind! And now Dynamite tries for the irish whip into the corner, Morgan reverses though!! Dynamite crashes hard into the turnbuckle, and Morgan charges is WITH THE YAKUZA KICK IN THE CORNER!! And talk about an eye full!
Hart: Must...not...look!
Wilden: ANd this fans with the whistles, and Morgan smiles and brushes her shoulders off! Haha, a little charisma from this girl!
Hart: Bah, who needs charisma! All you need is talent!
Wilden: And Jake Oliver seemingly doesn't approve either as Dynamite stumbles out of that corner, Morgan with the kick to the stomach, and she sets him up and PLANTS HIM WITH O2!! Did you call it Oliver's Orgasm last week, Robbie!
Hart: You actually listen to me?
Wilden: And now it's gotta be over for sure, Morgan rubbing her knees, no pads out here tonight in this match, but she covers...
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!! THREE!?! WAIT!! Jake Oliver put Dynamite's foot on the ropes!!
Hart: Okay, this is getting weird, even for me!!
Wilden: What the hell is Jake Oliver doing here tonight!! Does he not want Morgan to win tonight!! And Morgan lookng furious, she didn't want this match but she's come damn close to winning twice now, and both times Jake Oliver screwed out of the win!!
Hart: I'm sure he has a reason, Lance!!
Wilden: What reason could he possibly have!! This just doesn't make any sense! And listen to this!
(Morgan is screaming "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! I had it won! You put me in this match, why don't you want me to win it!" while Jake just shakes his head and says "You need to learn!")
Wilden: This is ridiculous, and now...wait, WAIT!! DYNAMITE WITH THE ROLLING CLUTCH PIN!! HE'S GOT A HANDFUL OF MORGAN'S SKIRT!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!?!? THREE!?!?
Hart: OH MY GOD!!!
DING DING DING!!
[A loud mixed reaction goes up as Aaron Blake raises Dynamite's hand, who looks in a completely and utter daze after taking O2.]
Donna Dixon: Uh...ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this match...DYNAMITE!?!
Hart: OH MY GOD!!!
Wilden: DYNAMITE WINS!!! DYNAMITE WINS!! DYNAMITE WINS!!
[Dynamite looks around as "Chicken Hunt" by ICP cues on the PA. The look of shock turns to pure elations as he dies out of the ring and into the crowd to celebrate. Morgan looks totally pissed as Jake climbs into the ring, mic in hand.]
Wilden: Dynamite has won this match-up here tonight!! I can't believe it!!!
Hart: Miracles do happen, Lance!!
Jake: Morgan...
Morgan: *snatches mic* WHAT THE F*BEEP!*K WAS THAT ABOUT!! I HAD IN WON YOU SON OF A BITCH!!
Jake: Hey, relax!! First of all, that bitch you're talking about would be mom, okay, and I don't think she'd appreciate you using that kind of language!! ANd this...this was a lesson...
Morgan: A lesson? A lesson!?
Jake: Yes, a lesson! This was your very first lesson, Morgan, and you'll thank me for it!
Morgan: And what lesosn would that be, huh Jake? How to backstab family?
Jake: No! I love family! No, the lesson is this...and simply this...always...ALWAYS...EXPECT...A SWERVE!!
["Fuel" by Metallica cues on the PA as Morgan looks on pissed off and confused.]
Wilden: Always expect a swerve?
Hart: Of course!! It's so genius!! Jake Oliver is brilliant!! What a mind for wrestling!
Wilden: I don't know about that at all!
Unaccompanied Minors
[Andrew Phillips walks towards his locker room, holding a few bottles of water in his hand. He opens the door and stops dead in his tracks. The camera moves to behind him and reveals Andrew’s children, 7 year old Christopher and 5 year old Gabrielle sitting on the floor. Heretic sits in between them, smiling at Andrew as he enters.]
Heretic: ANDY! I was just talking with Chris and Gabby here, they’re very special kids. So innocent…
Andrew: You get outta here. NOW!
[Heretic pats both kids on the head and gets to his feet.]
Heretic: You shouldn’t leave your childen unattended, Andy. You never know who can just walk in.
[He walks to the door, looking back and smiling at the kids.]
Heretic: Bye Bye!
Christopher & Gabriella: Bye Uncle H!
[Heretic smiles, Andrew is not amused and stares Heretic down as he exits the locker room. Andrew slams the door, then looks at his kids, concerned.]
[Commercial break]
Wilden: We’re back. I’m not quite sure what we saw happen before the break…
Hart: I’ll tell you what happened! Andrew Phillips is an absentee father who just left his kids by themselves backstage!
Wilden: That’s completely unfounded, Robbie. He clearly just left to get them something..
Hart: And Heretic, like the humanitarian he is, babysitted for him free of cost!
Wilden: That wasn’t babysitting, that was a message!
Hart: Yeah, a message that Heretic’s great with children! Who knew!
Wilden: Glory brought to us several new situations and one of the which is the partnership between Jen Diamond and Chastity McGavin and Mary-Joe Wolf.
Hart: Probably the smartest decision any woman can ever make!
Wilden: But she screwed over JJ! He could've very well walked out the victor of that match if Diamond didn't interfere. Especially because everyone else was barred from ringside.
Hart: Jen needed to strike a blow for woman kind at Glory and I think she did.
Wilden: But it was through unethical terms!
Hart: I'm just happy that she made Mary-Joe happy. I love seeing that girl smile!
Wilden: She smiles?
Hart: Suposedly!
Chastity McGavin & Jen Diamond vs. Yuni Yamagata & DUI
[In the middle of the ring, DUI and Yuni Yamagato discuss strategy!]
Wilden: As you can see Yuni and DUI are in the ring ready for tag team action against the two other ladies in question! Both Yuni and DUI have lost to both Jen and Chastity, maybe they'll fair better working together!
Hart: Not likely! Mary-Joe has assembled a dream team in Diamond in McGavin and with her as their mouthpiece, there can be no limit!
[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.]
Dixon: Ladies and Gentlemen, this tag team match is scheduled for one fall. First making her way to the ring, hailing from Portland Oregon and weighing in at 155 pounds! She is Chastity McGavin!!!
Wilden: Although, I didn't agree with the methods Chastity has to be looking to go with the momentum from Glory!
Hart: What?
Wilden: Huh?
Hart: I'm sorry, I was distracted by that hot piece of... lawyer
[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. Mary-Joe stands in the middle of the ring as Dixon hands her the mic.]
Mary-Joe: Now, ladies and gentlemen, I don't just bring you our tag partner! I also don't bring to you another wrestler! I bring to you the second half the revolution that is taking over organization! A revolution that doesn't stop with Chastity, but begins with her and never ends. She is a woman who personally seen the damage that the heartless souls of men can do to women. In fact... she didn't just see it... she felt it! She is a former U.S champion and one of the greatest physical specimen I have ever seen besides my girl here. She is from Boca Rotan Florida…She is Jen Diamond!
["Physical" by NIN plays as Jen Diamond makes her way onto the entrance ramp. Walls of pyros shoot up from either side as the ramp as confidently strides to the ring. She climbs up onto the apron, climbs into the ring and raises her arms to the fans, bringing on a chorus of boos. Mary-Joe shakes Jen's hand as both smile at eachother. Chastity then stands face to face with her. While the two stare down, YUni and DUI are introduced.]
Wilden: One has to wonder if Chastity and Diamond can coexist here together in this ring. We know that Diamond and Mary-Joe are on the same page, but we have no idea how her and Chastity will get along!
Hart: They'll get along swimmingly. Mary-Joe is a loving caring angel who can unite all of woman kind together!
Wilden: Chastity agrees to let Diamond start against DUI and the bell rings! Diamond immediately charges the alcoholic cop with hurricanrana that sends her back down to the mat! DUI back up and Diamond with an armbar take down!
Hart: She seems to have alot more energy now that she is working with Mary-Joe!
Wilden: I can't argue with you there! Jen grabs DUI and irish whips into the corner and follows up with running forearm into the jaw of DUI! Now the tag to Chastity is made! Jen holds down DUI as Chastity begins laying in hard slaps to the chest of DUI! They toss her into the turnbuckle across! And then Chastity irish whips Jen into DUI and Jen hits her with a corner lariat. Jen gets out in time for Chastity land a corner yakuza kick strike into the jaw of DUI! Finally, Diamond goes back to her corner and Yuni makes the blind tag to DUI!
Hart: I told you these girls would work good together! I told you that my babie's mama would bring these two together!
Wilden: I hate to agree with you Robbie, but your right! Yuni springboards off the ropes but Chastity catches her and instead hits her with a BxB smash facebuster! That is one brutal move! Yuni back up, but sent back down by a bicycle kick! Chastity now grabbing Yuni and hits a release dragon suplex! Chastity now makes the tag to Jen!
Hart: It is like these women can read eachothers mind, like somehow Mary-Joe mind melded with them because these two are working like a machine! And look at Mary-Joe, she is delighted by it! You can tell be her semi smile that if you squint you can see it, but it's there!
Wilden: Jen picks up Yuni and puts her in the torture rack! But DUI in and attacks Jen's knee cap making her drop Yuni! But Chastity in now and takes down DUI with a running STO! Yuni tries to take advantage but setting up Jen for a rocker dropper but Jen reverses it and sets her and delivers an electric chair drop! And Aaron Blake has no idea what to do, these ladies are out of control!
Hart: No, they are totally in control!
Wilden: And Mary-Joe screaming at ringside isn't helping the situation! DUI on her knees and here comes Chastity with THE EQUALIZER locked in right as Diamond locks in Sweet Dreams on Yuni!
Hart: She even has these two thinking alike!
Wilden: Both ladies apply the pressure on both opponents and DUI starts to tap, but she is not the legal woman! But now Yuni is tapping as well! Blake has no choice but to call for the bell
[Ding Ding Ding]
Wilden: As much as I dislike this revolution thing, even I have to admit how powerful these women are.
Hart: They are not just poweful! Hell, Diamond looks practically reborn!
[In the ring Mary-Joe joins Jen and Chastity in the middle of the ring and raises there arms in victory!]
Dixon: Here are your winners: Chastity Mcgavin and Jen Diamond!
[Mary-Joe asks for the mic.]
Wilden: I no, here we go again!
Hart: We are going to be serenaded by Mary-Joe's beautiful voice!
[Mary-Joe instead hands the mic to Jen Diamond as the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos.]
Diamond: Thats right, the "manager" for Omega has decided to speak. Even more, she decided that she was tired of just standing around or worse yet, getting beat up by a filthy psychotic MAN! I used to be a United States Champion, but you wouldn't know that by looking at me over the last year! I was proud to be in Omega, I was proud to be hanging with the men. But when my so called "teammate" was beating on me just a few weeks ago, I realized, I wasn't "hanging" with the men anymore! I had become what I never thought I would ever become! I became a valet! Probably the most celebrated woman to ever step in a cWo, was pretty much told to wait in the corner like a good little girl. WELL, THOSE DAYS ARE OVER!
[The crowd boos as she pauses for a moment!]
Hart: It's about time!
Wilden: There are better ways to go about this though!
Diamond: Mary-Joe here is the way! She offered me a way out of the mediocrity I settled for when I came back! She didn't just offer me a chance to "hang" with the men! She offered me a chance to totally dominate them! And I think I proved that at Glory when I helped Chastity put away J.J Carter, which was the right thing to do! But it wasn't enough! As long as people like JJ, Shabazz and Heretic are running around, it willl never be enough. These men are scum! They get off on hurting women and in JJ's case, they result to gang violence! So, as long as JJ, Shabazz, and there little blonde friend are running around we'll be around to make sure they don't ever hurt another woman! No female competitor should feel violated like I did! That is why I say "NEVER AGAIN!" It will not be tolerated anymore! I hope all the men in the back realize that the next time they beat on a female "competitor", there wives, or their daughters. Because from now on, there will be hell to pay!
[Mary-Joe and Chastity nod in agreement as Jen drops the mic and they all walk out of the ring!]
Hart: These two can’t be stopped! Jen Diamond looks as good as she did when she won the US title, and under the skillful and beautiful eye ofMary Joe Wolf, they’re gonna change the world!
Wilden: I’m disappointed in Jen Diamond. She’s better than this, she doesn’t need to stoop down to this level.
Hart: She tried to do things your “right way,” and you saw what happened to her with Heretic! You just hate seeing women succeed!
Wilden: I’d love to see another successful female superstar, I just hate seeing Mary Joe Wolf involved!
Hart: How could you hate seeing Mary Joe?!
The Era of The Best
Wilden: Folks, once again, if you didn’t catch Glory live on Pay-Per-View last Sunday, you missed out on an incredible show! cWo is still buzzing over the events of Glory to this very evening!
Hart: Yeah, forget YouTube, Dailymotion, or whatever damn torrent sites you cheapskates are using to steal profits from us. This is worth your money. Mary Joe Wolf alone is worth the price of the show.
Wilden: How much would you pay for Mary Joe Wolf?
Hart: That beautiful piece or work is priceless, Lance. You should know that.
[“F****n in the Bushes” by Oasis interrupts the announcers as the crowd erupts almost simultaneously into boos. The white lights flash on the entrance way as Jacob Baxter emerges. He’s dressed to the nines tonight with a sports coat, button up shirt, and slacks]
Wilden: One of the amazing moments that will go down in the cWo history books was the incredible match for the United States Championship between Johnny Serious, Josh Cantrell, and Jacob Baxter.
Hart: You gotta give it up to Baxter. He fought hard to earn that belt.
Wilden: You must have been watching another show at that point. If it wasn’t for Pilchard and Dangerous, Baxter would have been put in his place once and for all.
Hart: I don’t see an asterisk anywhere next to this man’s win, Lance. Serious and Cantrell let outside matters get involved and Baxter just took advantage. And here he is now, our new United States Champion!
Wilden: Looks like he’s already made a blunder as champion. Where’s the belt?
[Baxter indeed does not have the United States Championship in his possession. He walks down the aisle taunting the fans that throw insults at him. Baxter climbs up the ring steps and enters the ring. He looks out at the crowd, who are not pleased to see him at all. In the distance he sees a small cheering section holding up the Union Jack. He points to them and smiles. Baxter then asks for the mic as his music fades]
Baxter: Allo.
[He stops as he soaks in the chorus of boos that puts the biggest smile on his face]
Baxter: Delighted to see you’re all happy to see me. This isn’t usually my cup of tea to publicly address you all. It’s the least of my concern really. But something amazing happened in the last week. cWo and the rest of the world finally took notice of me, Jacob Baxter. I told you The Beast of Sydenham, he targets, he stalks, he makes it clear what his agenda is, and when you least expect…he strikes. Time and time again, this lesson has been taught most especially to Johnny and Joshy, unrequited lovers. They’ve seen me strike. Hell, I did it when I rained on their little tea party last week on Driven! Yet it seems they didn’t learn a thing. And their carelessness is the queue for The Beast to strike.
Wilden: Yeah, nothing like being proud of catching your opponent when he’s not looking.
Hart: That’s how they do it in the streets, Lance!
Baxter: Now clearly, those two chaps aren't all smiles right now. Especially ol' Cantrell who feels like he can't catch a break so he sits around and mopes like a 12 year old. Where's the fire? Where's the passion, good man? That's supposed to convince me to give you another shot? This was no mighty easy task for me, nor will I let it be the same for you. I have no issues defending my title, but considering your record as of late, I think you have to show me a little more of your worthiness. Climb the ranks a little. You spoiled Americans taking advantage of your "freedom of choice"
[Baxter shakes his head in disdain. The crowd breaks into a “U-S-A!” chant ]
Wilden: Does he not know who Josh Cantrell is and where he came from here in cWO??
Baxter: How ironic is it that on the weekend of your wonderful country’s celebration of its independence from the Brits, here walks in a bloke at Glory that takes away the most patriotically significant symbol in the cWo in one of the most historically significant United States cities no less!
[The crowds jeers get even louder as Baxter eggs them on.]
Baxter: Now please, don’t take this as some anti-American sentiment. I love Great Britain, but I’m gracious to the United States for giving me a stage to showcase my prowess as a fighter. Over time, the Brits have contributed the best to everything America embraces. You had rock n’ roll and we gave you The Beatles. You have your telly-vision, so we gave you Hugh Laurie. You have your professional wrestling and now you have me, Jacob Baxter.
[Baxter grins from ear to ear as the “U-S-A!” chant keeps going]
Baxter: I know what country I’m in. No need to remind me. I also know what city I’m in. It’s the most powerful place in all the United States. It’s where your laws are made. It is where your leader presides. It is the heart of a nation. I see your passion and your pride, I have the same for the red, white, and blue just…in a different form.
[Baxter points to the Union Jack in the crowd]
Baxter: And I know how your country really takes into account integrity and lately, people have questioned my own integrity. They don’t agree with my tactics. They call them “bastardly shenanigans”. Surely, I will not deny I’m a bastard. As I said, what is wrong with that? As far as shenanigans? That is for cowards and I am no coward. And that’s why I am addressing you all today. I want you to know, that even though we don’t get along, I plan to inject the United States championship with a bit of Britain just for you! I will prove myself worthy of such an accolade by being a fighting champion! I will do it my way and in time you will learn to appreciate it rightfully! Even if it takes a proverbial kick in the face…or literal if you’re Johnny Serious! Change is only relevant when significant or is it the other way around? Therefore, I’m making a significant change. If you will…
[Baxter motions towards the entrance way as cWo senior official Johnny Williams walks out with a canvas bag in his arms. He climbs into the ring and stands next to Baxter. Baxter begins to untie the bag but stops from revealing the contents]
Baxter: I present to you, a new era in cWo from a new face that promises to kick the ever loving sh*BLEEP*e out of any bloody wankers who choose to question my integrity, your fighting champion from the United Kingdom, your FIGHTING CHAMPION OF THE UNITED KINGDOM!
[Baxter reaches into the bag and pulls out the United States title belt. Except the United States flag of the background has been changed for the British flag, the Union Jack and the words “United States Championship” replaced with “Fighting Championship of the United Kingdom”]
Baxter: From this day forward, I will defend this title with honor, passion, and my British given right to enjoy some arse kicking! So get in line and feel free to cut in front of Josh Cantrell, chaps! Let the era of The Beast begin! God save The Queen! Cheerio and all that!
[Explosions go off as red, white, and blue confetti and balloons drop from the ceiling. Music starts up but it isn’t the familiar Oasis tune Baxter typically uses. Instead, it is The Enemy’s song “Aggro”. Baxter raises the championship up high, parading around the ring as he’s showered with confetti and balloons]
Call the police, cos things are getting ugly
Get on your feet, I want you running with me
Do what you like! Say what you mean! Do what you please!
Ahhhhh we`ll set the streets on fire and when it comes on top
We`ll give it lots of aggro!
We’re giving it lots of aggro!
Wilden: What in the hell? Baxter has defaced the United States Championship!! Fighting Championship of the United Kingdom?
Hart: More like a facelift, Lance! That new belt is beautiful! All hail Jacob Baxter, F-C-U-K, yeah!
Wilden: That’s gonna push it with the FCC.
Hart: It’s not like something we haven’t done before, Lance.
Wilden: This is despicable and disrespect not only to the cWo but to Johnny Serious and everyone else who’s had that title and hell, to the whole country. I…I have no words. We gotta get this mess cleaned up, we’ll be back after this break.
[Commercial break]
Wilden: We’re back! Up next, we’ll be seeing two men going different directions in their career. Raymond Jacobson is on a tremendous upswing while Devon Dice…well, who knows.
Hart: All we know about Devon Dice is that he’s learning to be a gentleman!
Wilden: But what does that even mean? Is he going with it? I mean, he lost because his sleeve rolled down!
Wilden: Them’s the breaks.
the lights flicker on and off a couple of times before cutting to complete black. The screen then flashes the words "Your New Drug Of Choice". We then begin to hear the sounds of "Drug Of Choice" by 10 Years. The lights begin to flash with a red tint to the beat of the song. Raymond then walks out on to the stage wearing his black pleather tights with a red RJ logo on both sides, and his black wrestling boots. He smirks as we get a good view of his face. Dark sunglasses cover his eyes as he looks into the camera. He then continues to walk down the ramp. As he reaches the ring he rolls under the ropes and gets to his feet before walking to the center of the ropes and climbing up on to the second rope raising both hands into the air above his head. We then hear the voice of Donna Dixon.]
Donna Dixon: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time "Your New Drug Of Choice" RAYMOND JACOBSON!
[As Raymond takes the microphone away from Donna, he slowly begins to speak over the cheers of the crowd.]
Jacobson: Wow, it looks like I remain better than Chandler Dalmon. That guy said he was going to teach me all about wrestling. I think he just made a jack ass out of himself in the ring at Glory. But for those of you who couldn't see it live, Roll The Footage!
[We then see the conclusion of the match play on the big screen. As the video plays we can hear Jacobson talking in the background.]
Jacobson: And now is when I ring his bell. Oh, and that pun was intended.
Hart: That isn't right. This shouldn't be showing right now. Jacobson is just bragging about good luck right now.
Wilden: He should be proud he shut of Chandler. That guy has been a thorn in the side of Jacobson since his return. I am glad some one finally shut him up.
Hart: That isn't even right Lance!
Raymond Jacobson vs. Thaddeus Walker
[As Raymond Jacobson stands in the ring, “The Maple Leaf Rag” begins to play and the crowd boos as Thaddeus Walker comes to the ring, dressed to the nines in a 1920s style three piece suit. He slides into the ring and asks Donna Dixon for the mic.]
Thaddeus; These can be dangerous, dear! Better let a man handle this!
Hart: HA!
Wilden: I thought you were for women’s equality!
Hart: It didn’t exist in the 20s!
Thaddeus: Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you… the new and improved GENTLEMAN.. MR. DEVON DICE!
[“The Entertainer” by Scott Joplin plays as Devon Dice steps out from behind the entrance curtain. He’s dressed like Thaddeus, in a 3 piece suit and bowler hat. He carries a cane as he walks towards the ring, and has the beginnings of a moustache on his upper lip!]
Hart: LOOK AT HIM, LANCE!
Wilden: …That’s Devon Dice?
Hart: He’s a gentleman now!
Wilden: Well Devon Dice doesn't seem to opposed to being a gentleman. I think he may like it.
Hart: This is the best decision this retard has ever made. He is affiliated with greatness.
[Dice climbs into the ring. He takes off his sports jacket, then begins to unbutton his cuffs. He then rolls his sleeves up past his elbow, removes his bowler hat and puts it on the apron with his jacket. He extends his hand for a shake with Jacobson, who’s having none of it.]
[Ding Ding Ding]
Wilden: Dice and Jacobson circle each other and lock up. Jacobson with a knee across to midsection, headlock takeover. Jacobson, the technician with the upper hand, cranking on Dice's neck.
Hart: Obviously his skill will improve over time, it just has to working with TW.
[Dice reaches for the hair of Jacobson and flips him into a pin.]
Wilden: Dice with a reversal into a pin...
One..
Tw.
Kickout!
Hart: That was pretty good
Wilden: Both men to their feet. Thaddeus giving Dice instructions. They lock up again. This time Dice has the upper hand and sends Jacobson across the ring. Nice hiptoss by Dice, and another, and another.
Hart: Man, Dice is on fire.
[Dice bounces off the ropes and drops a knee on the head of Jacobson and goes for the cover.]
One...
Two....
Wilden: And Jacobson gets a shoulder up.
Hart: Hey I just noticed, Dice has a nice shadow above his lip, could he be growing a 'stache?
Wilden: Dice lifts Jacobson's legs in a wishbone and delivers a wicked double axe handle to the nether region.
Hart: No more babies!
[Dice ignores Jacobson and heads to his corner where Thaddeus is whispering in his ear as Dice is nodding.]
Wilden: Well Jacobson is recovering and Dice doesn't see him. Boom a big forearm to the back, which sends Thaddeus into the barricade!
Hart: Thaddeus is hurt! Oh lord, no!
[Thaddeus begins to get to his feet. Jacobson grabs Dice and has him set up for the Iron City DDT.]
Wilden: This is going to be it!
Hart: Wait, Thaddeus is in the ring!
[Jacobson notices Thaddeus, releases Dice and charges him.]
Thaddeus: Alley Oop!
Wilden: Oh my!! [Thaddeus backbody drop finisher] and Jacobson is out!
[Ding Ding Ding]
Dixon: Here is your winner by disqualification, Raymond Jacobson!
Wilden: Now both Dice and Thaddeus begin to stomp away on Raymond Jacobson, this isn’t gentlemanly at all! Someone help this man.
Hart: I love it, he deserves this. He shoved Thaddeus into the guardrail, how ungentlemanly can you get?!
Wilden: Now Dice has lifted the limp Jacobson to his feet, and Hard Eight!
Hart: YOU MEAN THE GENTLEMAN'S SLAM!
[Thaddeus and Dice continue to beat down on Jacobson, when a figure appears on the rampway!]
Hart: Look who it is!
Wilden: GREAT! It's him!
[Chandler Dalmon walks down the rampway with great energy! Thaddeus and Dice turn their attention to him.]
Hart: He here to save Jacobsen, his tag team partner!
Wilden: Well, he did say that he had his back, but I don't think...
[Chandler points to Thaddeus and says "YOU!" Suddenly, Thaddeus and Dice scramble out of the ring as Chandler enters looking back and forth at them, ready for a fight as Jacobsen lays in the middle of the ring.]
Hart: I told you, he was here to help Jacobsen!
Wilden: I guess, maybe Jacobsen really did earn Chandler's loyalty!
[Chandler keeps looking at Thaddeus and Dice, making sure they don't try to attack. He then looks at the crowd and yells "Leg Drop" AND THEN PROCEEDS TO LAND THE LEG DROP ON THE CHEST OF JACOBSEN!]
Wilden: I knew it!
Hart: OH MY GOD! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! Chandler just turned his back on Jacobsen! I NEVER THOUGHT IN A MILLION YEARS!
Wilden: Robbie, Jacobsen and him are enemies, this makes complete sense to everyone but you!
Hart: AND THADDEUS AND DICE ARE GETTING BACK IN THE RING! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!
[The fans boo as Dice and Dalmon celebrate and Thaddeus takes the mic]
Thaddeus: For the first time ever, three gentlemen on the same team! There are several of us, just as there are several horses in a stable, so I shall call this new sort of alliance a STABLE!
Hart: What an ingenious idea! A stable… of wrestlers!
Wilden: This isn’t even the first stable in cWo, let alone in wrestling!
Hart: Oh yeah? Name one other one!
Wilden: Omega!
Hart: Totally different!
Thaddeus: You may refer to us as the World Gentleman’s League, and when you’re a member of the WGL, you’re a member of the WGL for the remainder of all your days!
[TJ Walker and CB Fowler head towards the ring. They both wear fine black silk shirts with “WGL” monogrammed onto the right chest. They carry a bucket of what appears to be paint. The climb into the ring. Devon Dice reaches into the bucket and pulls out a paintbrush, dripping with black paint. He drops to his knees and in several broad strokes, paints WGL onto the mat in the center of the ring!]
Hart: THE WORLD GENTLEMAN’S LEAGUE IS HERE! THIS IS THE GREATEST MOMENT IN THE HISTORY OF OUR GREAT SPORT!
Wilden: Why are you shouting?
Hart: I’m excited!
Wilden: Folks, we’ve got another mess to clean up in the ring, courtesy of these “gentlemen.” Well be back with our main event right after this!
[Commercial Break]
Main Event
Josh Cantrell vs. Mr. Rich
Josh Cantrell vs. Mr. Rich
Wilden: We’re back and it’s time for our main event!
Hart: Main event? We just had the formation of the World Gentleman’s League, what can be bigger than that?
Wilden: While it may be unofficial, Josh Cantrell has proclaimed this to be a #1 Contender match for the United States Championship.
Hart: That’s the Fighting Championship of the United Kingdom, or you can just call it…
Wilden: We know what to call it!
Donna Dixon: Introducing first, from New York City, Mr. Rich!!!
[Pink Floyd's "Money" hits as Mr Rich makes his way out towards the ring with Evette by his side. They stop in the aisle, Mr. Rich waves his money around as a dollar sign lights up. They continue to the ring, with Rich flashing his money in the fans face and then taking it away. Evette stays on the outside and Mr. Rich slowly enters the ring and stands in the center as cannons from all four ring posts shoot out fake money with Mr. Rich's face on it. Rich walks over to the corner and looks out at the empty seat at ringside.]
Wilden: If Mr. Rich wins here tonight he could put himself right in line for a shot at Jacob Baxter’s newly won title.
Hart: As long as Cantrell’s losing streak continues I’m happy.
Wilden: And Rich can really use a win to boost his self esteem, not even The Grate One and The Duke have been treating him with respect lately.
Hart: Well after he wipes the mat with Cantrell's carcass he'll start getting some respect!
Wilden: Well that has yet to be seen.
Donna Dixon: And his opponent, from Ripley, Ohio, he is “The Product of Hate” Josh Cantrell.
Yeah I get it you’re and outcast…
[The crowd explodes as the lights dim and red fog fills the entrance way with red lights shining through it. The fans erupts as "The Sound of Madness" by Shinedown hits and Josh Cantrell steps out on the ramp and walks through the smoke. He slowly makes his way to the ring acknowledged the cheers of the fans along the way. He also eyes the empty seat at ringside, slapping hands with the fans who sit near it.]
Hart: You think they’ll keep cheering if he keeps losing?
Wilden: I don’t think he’s going to continue to lose, but even if he did his fans are very loyal.
[Cantrell hops up on the ring apron and steps through the ropes. Mr. Rich leans over and is whispering something to Evette. Cantrell walks to the center of the ring and motions for Rich to lock up.]
DING DING DING
Wilden: There’s the bell and our Main Event is underway. These men are very evenly matched as far as size goes. Mr. Rich may have a slight advantage when it comes to old school technical wrestling but Josh Cantrell is pure offense.
Hart: Purely offensive maybe.
Wilden: Cantrell and Rich tie up with the veteran snatching Cantrell into a side headlock. Cantrell fires an elbow into the midsection and then sends Mr. Rich into the ropes with an Irish Whip, Rich ducks under a forearm attempt and spins Cantrell around. HEAD KICK from Cantrell and Mr. Rich staggers into the ropes again. Mr. Rich eats a flying knee from The Product of Hate. Josh now going on the attack as he pulls Mr. Rich to his feet. Ouch! Pendulum Back Breaker and Cantrell makes the cover trying to end this one early.
Hart: Come on Mr. Rich kick out!
[Referee Johnny Williams drops down to count but Evette grabs his foot.]
Wilden: Not even a one count as Evette breaks up the count. The referee is warning her and Cantrell is back to his feet. Josh begins stomping away at Mr. Rich but he’s fighting it off. Rich makes it back to one knee but Cantrell has him up and Mr. Rich is sent back to the mat with a suplex. Cantrell floats over and mounts Mr. Rich. The Product of Hate is delivering stiff shots to the face of Mr. Rich. He looks over at the chair for Mr. Rich’s guest and drives his fist into the side of Rich’s head.
[Cantrell screams “Where is he?” as he punches Mr. Rich in the face.]
Hart: Mr. Rich can afford a good nose job and he may need it after this match, Cantrell should be disqualified.
Wilden: Well Josh certainly is relentless. He stands up and the crowd roars in approval. What is this? Evettte has just hopped up on the ring apron. Oh my she slapped the taste out of Cantrell’s mouth and Mr. Rich creeps up behind him. Evette has Johnny Williams distracted and Mr. Rich brings his forearm up between the legs of Josh Cantrell who was already holding a hand to his cheek from being slapped by Evette. Cantrell holds himself and staggers right into a DDT from Mr. Rich. Johnny Williams turns around in time to count the cover.
ONE
TWO
Wilden: NO! Cantrell kicks out with authority. Evette is slapping the mat trying to support Mr. Rich who goes to work on Cantrell with a big knee drop. Rich pulls Cantrell up by the hair and Josh fires a punch into his gut. Another and Mr. Rich lets go. Cantrell stands and the two men exchange a series of punches. Now the feet come into play as Cantrell fires a stiff leg kick to the thigh of Mr. Rich. A second kick this time higher catches him in the ribs but Mr. Rich catches a third kick and holds onto Cantrell foot, Josh spins around trying to kick him in the face but Rich just trips him to the mat. Mr. Rich pulls Cantrell up, he shoots him into the ropes… kick to the gut by Rich, DOW JONES!!! Mr. Rich goes for the cover.
ONE
TWO
Hart: No! Yes!
Wilden: Cantrell got his foot on the bottom rope at the last second but Evette quickly shoved it off, the question is did Johnny Williams see it. Mr. Rich is up with his hand raised in the air but Williams shoves it down and points to the bottom rope! He must have seen Cantrell get his foot up there before Evette shoved it off.
Hart: Who is that?
[Suddenly a punk looking Asian girl comes running down the ramp, she has a pink streak going through her jet black hair and wears a black sundress with small pink skulls all over it.]
Wilden: This woman is going after Evette, she just took her to the ground.
Hart: I would yell Cat Fight, but that’s been done.
Wilden: This girl is laying the fists to Evette here, security is trying to pull these ladies apart. Johnny Williams now leaning over the ropes and he points to the back! It appears not only is he throwing out this mystery lady but he also is banning Evette from ringside.
Hart: He can’t do that!
Wilden: He just did, but it may be too late for The Product of Hate, Mr. Rich looks to be going for a Figure Four. No! Cantrell kicks him off a knips up. Mr. Rich can’t believe it. Mr. Rich charges but Cantrell ducks his clothesline attempt, Full Nelson applied by Cantrell and he hoists Mr. Rich into the air and slams him across his knee. Vicious Full Nelson Backbreaker by Josh Cantrell. He’s holding onto the Full Nelson and pulls Mr. Rich back to his feet. The Product of Hate just tossed Mr. Rich backwards over his head with a release Dragon Suplex.
Hart: That can’t be healthy landing upside down on top of your head like that.
Wilden: Cantrell pulls Mr. Rich who is nearly lifeless up and whips him into the ropes. Spinning Heel kick attempt ducked by Rich and Cantrell slips behind. Half Nelson... looks like the setup for The Bastardizer but Cantrell reverses the position of his hands and drops Rich across his knee with an inverted DDT. Cantrell drops down and applies a rear chin lock… WOW! There’s those clubbing forearms right to the face of Mr. Rich.
Hart: Mr. Rich looked like he had this match won but Cantrell has really taken over. Come on Mr. Rich don’t let Cantrell’s losing streak end yet!
Wilden: One last forearm and Cantrell lets the chin lock go. He takes a step back and Mr. Rich rolls over and struggles but makes it to one knee. Evette comes charging back out of the back, but she’s too late LAST BREATH! Cantrell just caved Mr. Rich’s chest in. He’s out! Johnny Williams drops down to count.
ONE
TWO
THREE
[Williams arm slaps the mat for a third time and Cantrell stands with his hand raised in the air.]
["The Sound of Madness" hits the PA system as the fans revel in Josh Cantrell's victory.]
Wilden: He did it! He did it! The losing streak is over!
Hart: At the expense of Mr. Rich? Come on! What about Nick Dangerous!
Mic Benson: The winner of this match by pinfall, The Product of Hate, Josh, Caaaaantreeeeeeell!
Wilden: Well his seat is right there waiting for him!
[Cantrell crouches over a fallen Mr. Rich as Evette is seen in the ring at her knees trying to wake him up. Cantrell stares him in the eyes, with a stern, frustrated look waits for Evette to bring him back to consciousness.]
Hart: Surely it can't be Nick Dangerous who was designated for that seat then, if Nick Dangerous was Mr. Rich's guest Rich would have won! He'd have kicked the snot out of Cantrell!
Wilden: Didn't help him the first time!
Hart: Well I got a Dangerous boner now!
Wilden: Robbie!
Hart: It's been so long!
[Cantrell's theme then fades out as Josh Cantrell doesn't look content on celebrating still as he looks down on a now recovering Rich.]
Wilden: What is Cantrell doing?
Hart: Creeping me out, creeping us all out!
Wilden: That's some look he's giving Mr. Rich.
[A dazed Mr. Rich gets up in a sitting position as his wife continues to rub her hands through his hair trying to support him further into consciousness.]
Hart: I gotta agree that's a pretty severe case of the stink eye.
[Cantrell keeps a calm and collected attitude as he looks at Rich, who looks exhausted in returning a glance back at Cantrell, as Cantrell is seen uttering the words "where is he."]
Wilden: I don't get it, there's no Pilchard, there's no Fiasco, we're running out of time, and we don't have a whole lot to answer for!
Hart: Pilchard's bringing back Dangerous! He's got a case to crack!
Wilden: Maybe he's not the journalist he says he is.
Hart: Do you even read his column?
Wilden: I can't stomach it.
Hart: Then what do you know?
[Rich still looks dazed as he gets to his feet, Cantrell remains in his face as he is heard saying "I know you're expecting him! Where is he!" when Evette decides to stand in between Cantrell and Rich. Cantrell pushes her out of the way with one arm as he gets more intense as he stares down Rich, who is looking down at the mat avoiding eye contact. Once again he asks "where is he!"]
Wilden: Ya know I got a real bad feeling about this.
[Johnny Serious then charges the ring as the fans, confused as they are begins to cheer his arrival.]
Wilden: Johnny Serious is looking just as frustrated as Cantrell here! I'm starting to feel it myself, not a peep from either Andrew Fiasco or John Pilchard!
[Serious slides under the bottom rope as he marches to the corner alongside Cantrell.]
Hart: Maybe he meant he'd be doing it off camera?
Wilden: That's not Pilchard's style.
[Mr. Rich starts laughing at Cantrell and Serious' frustration, which prompts Serious to jerk his right arm back preparing to strike him in response, but Cantrell hooks his arm and holds him back.]
Wilden: What's going on here?
Hart: They want Dangerous so bad they're losing their minds!
[A close camera shot gets close enough to hear Josh Cantrell say to Serious "don't waste your time, he's pathetic! He has no idea what he's doing!" When another voice is heard over the PA system.]
Voice: Enough of this! Enough!
[Suddenly Fiasco shows up at the stage area with a mic in hand as the light glimmers off his sweated forehead.]
Fiasco: Josh! Johnny! There's no need to draw this out anymore than it needs to be! I finally did it, okay?
Wilden: What?
Fiasco: I signed him to a contract, Johnny, Nick Dangerous is back in the cWo as of today!
Wilden: WHAT!
[Andrew Fiasco wipes the sweat with his handkerchief as he walks down the aisle.]
Fiasco: I have it in writing, we're sending out emails to all email subscribers, we're starting advertising right now, because at Slam in the Sand on the tenth of August, on pay per view, it's gonna be Johnny Serious at one corner, and Nick Dangerous at the other, and it's gonna be a street fight! Now stop this!
[The fans pop as Johnny Serious' fists clench and Cantrell is heard saying "it's about damn time."]
Fiasco: And it looks like we've seen the last of Pilchard after all his "hard work" researching this matter, so we don't have....to....worry...
[Fiasco slows down as Cantrell and Serious stop looking at Fiasco and walk over to the ropes, leaning over as they gesture who we see to be John Pilchard standing at the front row waving a ticket in his hand.]
Hart: I knew he'd show!
Wilden: Why is he here? He got what he wanted didn't he?
[Cameras catch Mr. Rich, who's laughing as he grabs a mic from referee Mic Benson, and walks it over to John Pilchard.]
Hart: If he got what he wanted he wouldn't be out here would he?
Pilchard: Thank you Mr. Rich, much appreciated, and it's an honor to have been your invited guest tonight. By the way I appreciate your gesture earlier tonight, and just know that I, John Pilchard, respect you.
Wilden: That's touching.
Pilchard: I'm sorry for the wait Andrew, it's not usually like me to be so elaborate. But I had to wait as long as I had to, to see you three all in the ring together. If I'm gonna share this story you are the audience I'm looking to share it with.
Fiasco: Look John, Nick Dangerous has his contract, he's back, I don't think there's anything-
Pilchard: I appreciate it Fiasco, but I'm a man of my word unlike you. I promised the world a story, so I'm giving the wrestling world a story! Serious I know you're gonna love this, so let me get right into it.
[Cameras catch Fiasco glaring an awe struck glare at Pilchard, as Pilchard clears his throat.]
Hart: Well come on!
Pilchard: October second, two thousand and seven. Fiasco was in the right place at the right time. Kyle Kash finally came to a realization that he was a blind man leading an army of blind men. Since Mr. Kash was too stupid to know any better, he did what no legitimate businessman should do, and pawned off his status in the company to the closest person to him, this man.
[Pilchard waves his open palmed hand upwards in Fiasco's direction.]
Pilchard: Yes, while most people in a position of power like he was, would look for someone qualified, Kash chose to treat it like a golden ticket to Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. So here's Fiasco, bold, brash "visionary," or so everyone thought. The sad reality was that he didn't have a clue! I mean on his first day, his first day! Mr. Rich was having marital troubles, so he came to Fiasco, with one request, he asked Fiasco to wrestle him in a match for twenty five thousand dollars, asking only that Fiasco make Rich look good to impress his wife, you know, change her perspective about what kind of man he is, the request was a little naive on Rich's part, but what's out of this world was Fiasco not only considered it, he forced Rich to double the stakes! And when it came time to deliver? He fell back on his word and caught Rich by surprise with a fluke roll up and a victory. Not only that? But he grinded the axe by giving him a rematch, and costing him again!
[Pilchard pats Rich on the back as he continues.]
Pilchard: Outrageous as it was that was just once instance. After that it became a question of where is the money gonna go? Is it gonna pay our salaries? Why should Mr. Rich, an employee, be paying Andrew Fiasco, the employer's salary? Well a little research showed me that the money did go to the workers' salaries, but not cWo workers, as Fiasco paid top dollar for wrestlers from outside organizations only to lose in a sham tournament. Path of Kings ring a bell?
Fiasco: Alright that's enough! Close the show! The main event's over!
Pilchard: This is gonna go as long as I need it to! These cameramen, the production crew, nobody here answers to you anymore! Think of it like a band-aid Fiasco, the quicker you let me tell the story the less it'll hurt.
Hart: I always dreamed of this day Lance.
Pilchard: So the Path of Kings! Right? Just uttering the words makes me sick. What a slap in the face to the cWo. Let's take the cWo fans money, make them pay to see wrestlers who don't have the right to be here instead of the cWo stars they're used to. I bet you were hoping the cWo got its ass kicked didn't ya? The debacle was such a sham that Tony Awesome had to take over just to make it presentable for pay per view, when all it did was give Cantrell some laurels to rest on.
[Cantrell shrugs off the comment as he smirks and nods his head in disapproval at Pilchard.]
Wilden: That wasn't necessary.
Pilchard: It wasn't just us who thought you were doing poorly, theBoard of Directors took notice of your bad ideas falling in your face and splattering trickles of failure on those around you, so they reminded you that you were merely a minority owner, and that your making far too much noise for a minority owner, so you started getting really quiet. Instead of going on ridiculous projects that impacted the entire organization, you squared in on my former client and best friend Nick Dangerous.
Wilden: Oh give me a break.
Pilchard: You forced my former client and best friend Nick Dangerous into instead of forging out a legacy for himself, finding workarounds for the hypocritical trials and tribulations you put him through that you were putting no one else through, you made him work injured! You could've put him out for good!
Wilden: He's not gonna get any sympathy there.
Hart: Will you be quiet!
Pilchard: ....But even that's water under the bridge compared to the kicker. After Driven, May sixth this year you tried to make a statement at Nick's expense, you called him, myself and Jack Union into your office and tried to tell us that you wanted us fired, then I told you the reasons you had for firing us were reasons you could have fired almost anyone!
[Johnny Serious then grabs the mic as he angrilly interrupts.]
Serious: Are you SERIOUS? How long are you gonna ramble for man!
Pilchard: Alright take it easy! Let me get to the heart of the matter. Fiasco, we made an agreement that day, I sacrificed my contract in order for you to keep Nick's, I even turned the other cheek when you fired Union! But the deal was that you would suspend Nick Dangerous, we all walked away from that meeting under the pretense that Nick was only suspended and would be back by Cyberslam. But by the time Cyberslam came around you got so used to feeling like the caulk of the walk bragging to all the boys in the back about how you were the one to "fire" Nick Dangerous that when Nick tried coming back to the AT&T center, security said Fiasco wasn't having it! But that's not how contracts work Andrew, they're not merely....suggestions...So we had to do what we're used to, and find a work around for Fiasco's amateurish businessmanship.
Hart: What an idiot!
Pilchard: So Johnny and you Josh, I can see you're getting mad at me. You're giving me a look that says I'm wasting your time, you're starting to look like you're taking your frustrations with Fiasco out on me! So let me put the load back on Fiasco and lay down a revelation. You, Serious...and you! Cantrell, the last month? Total waste of time! For every time Andrew told you to get out of his office so he can make a "phone call" he was probably sticking his feet on his desk, kicking back, collecting pay checks and talking about how dumb you both are for thinking he's man of his word! Fiasco never made a single phone call, never branched out any kind of negotiation, there was no struggle, there was no fight. Nick had a contract all along!
Hart: That BASTARD!
Wilden: That can't be true.
Hart: What are you talking about?
[Serious and Cantrell both look at Fiasco enraged.]
Serious: Is this idiot telling the truth Andrew?
[Fiasco sweats bullets as he pleads "no! Of course not!" as looks ready to drop to his knees and beg, but quickly grabs the mic.]
Fiasco: Of course none of this is true! This is Pilchard we're talking about!
Pilchard: You mean that match you had against Rich was a dream? The Path of Kings never happened? Tell me this, when you walk to the backstage area with your tail tucked between your legs, knowing the Board of Directors are here, tonight, waiting to have a chat with you, that I'm wrong about where the Path of Kings money came from? How are you gonna convince them that you aren't terminating contracts like it's as easy as shutting down a computer?
[Serious and Cantrell look like they've hit peak frustration with Fiasco, as Fiasco waves his arms in a downward motion out to them gesturing for them to relax]
Hart: You see this? This is what I call journalism! Fiasco's got nothin'!
Wilden: I'm not sure how Fiasco is gonna explain this to the Board of Directors.
[Serious gets tired of watching Fiasco beg as he him in the gut and hits "Got Serious'd"]
Hart: HAHA! YES!
Wilden: Andrew Fiasco just Got Serious! Johnny making it clear what he thinks of all this!
[The fans go crazy as Johnny Serious and Josh Cantrell look down on Fiasco in disgust.]
Hart: This was John's first story as the cWo's number one journalist, what other stories is he gonna open up with his new job!
Wilden: What's gonna come of Andrew Fiasco? More importantly, what's Nick Dangerous gonna look like after the street fight at Slam in the Sand?
Hart: He's gonna come out of it in mint condition!
[Cameras catch Pilchard with his hands held high in the air in victory, as Rich raises his left arm and points at him, meanwhile Serious and Cantrell take their attention off Fiasco and look to Rich and Pilchard, Evette taps on Rich's shoulder to get his attention and points towards Serious and Cantrell.]
Hart: Guys! Lookout!
[Serious and Cantrell begin to dash towards the outside of the ring as Rich, Pilchard and Evette start running past the guard rail and out through the fans, as the fans cheer for the two to get their hands on them.]
Wilden: We're going out on a chase in the Verizon center folks!
Hart: Pilchard just got them what they wanted! What are they thinking!
Wilden: We're gonna follow this exclusively on the website folks, we gotta go!
[The camera focuses on Fiasco, still out in the middle of the ring as the copyright information comes on the screen and the show fades out.]
Driven
Driven 88 -- Link
Driven 87 -- Link
Driven 86 -- Link
Driven 85 -- Link
Driven 84 -- Link
Driven 83 -- Link
Driven 82 -- Link
Driven 81 -- Link
Driven 80 -- Link
Driven 79 -- Link
Driven 78 -- Link
Driven 77 -- Link
Driven 76 -- Link
Driven 75 -- Link
Driven 74 -- Link
Driven 73 -- Link
Driven 72 -- Link
Driven 71 -- Link
Driven 70 -- Link
Driven 69 -- Link
Driven 68 -- Link
Driven 67 -- Link
Driven 66 -- Link
Driven 65 -- Link
Driven 64 -- Link
Driven 63 -- Link
Driven 62 -- Link
Driven 61 -- Link
Driven 60 -- Link
Driven 59 -- Link
Driven 58 -- Link
Driven 57 -- Link
Driven 56 -- Link
Driven 55 -- Link
Driven 54 -- Link
Driven 53 -- Link
Driven 52 -- Link
Driven 51 -- Link
Driven 50 -- Link
Driven 49 -- Link
Driven 48 -- Link
Driven 47 -- Link
Driven 46 -- Link
Driven 45 -- Link
Driven 44 -- Link
Driven 43 -- Link
Driven 42 -- Link
Driven 41 -- Link
Driven 40 -- Link
Driven 39 -- Link
Driven 38 -- Link
Driven 37 -- Link
Driven 36 -- Link
Driven 35 -- Link
Driven 34 -- Link
Driven 33 -- Link
Driven 32 -- Link
Driven 31 -- Link
Driven 30 -- Link
Driven 29 -- Link
Driven 28 -- Link
Driven 27 -- Link
Driven 26 -- Link
Driven 25 -- Link
Driven 24 -- Link
Driven 23 -- Link
Driven 22 -- Link
Driven 21 -- Link
Driven 20 -- Link
Driven 19 -- Link
Driven 18 -- Link
Driven 17 -- Link
Driven 16 -- Link
Driven 14 -- Link
Driven 13 -- Link
Driven 11 -- Link
Driven 10 -- Link
Driven 9 -- Link
Driven 8 -- Link
Driven 7 -- Link
Driven 6 -- Link
Driven 5 -- Link
Driven 4 -- Link
Driven 3 -- Link
Driven 2 -- Link
Driven 1 -- Link
Driven 87 -- Link
Driven 86 -- Link
Driven 85 -- Link
Driven 84 -- Link
Driven 83 -- Link
Driven 82 -- Link
Driven 81 -- Link
Driven 80 -- Link
Driven 79 -- Link
Driven 78 -- Link
Driven 77 -- Link
Driven 76 -- Link
Driven 75 -- Link
Driven 74 -- Link
Driven 73 -- Link
Driven 72 -- Link
Driven 71 -- Link
Driven 70 -- Link
Driven 69 -- Link
Driven 68 -- Link
Driven 67 -- Link
Driven 66 -- Link
Driven 65 -- Link
Driven 64 -- Link
Driven 63 -- Link
Driven 62 -- Link
Driven 61 -- Link
Driven 60 -- Link
Driven 59 -- Link
Driven 58 -- Link
Driven 57 -- Link
Driven 56 -- Link
Driven 55 -- Link
Driven 54 -- Link
Driven 53 -- Link
Driven 52 -- Link
Driven 51 -- Link
Driven 50 -- Link
Driven 49 -- Link
Driven 48 -- Link
Driven 47 -- Link
Driven 46 -- Link
Driven 45 -- Link
Driven 44 -- Link
Driven 43 -- Link
Driven 42 -- Link
Driven 41 -- Link
Driven 40 -- Link
Driven 39 -- Link
Driven 38 -- Link
Driven 37 -- Link
Driven 36 -- Link
Driven 35 -- Link
Driven 34 -- Link
Driven 33 -- Link
Driven 32 -- Link
Driven 31 -- Link
Driven 30 -- Link
Driven 29 -- Link
Driven 28 -- Link
Driven 27 -- Link
Driven 26 -- Link
Driven 25 -- Link
Driven 24 -- Link
Driven 23 -- Link
Driven 22 -- Link
Driven 21 -- Link
Driven 20 -- Link
Driven 19 -- Link
Driven 18 -- Link
Driven 17 -- Link
Driven 16 -- Link
Driven 14 -- Link
Driven 13 -- Link
Driven 11 -- Link
Driven 10 -- Link
Driven 9 -- Link
Driven 8 -- Link
Driven 7 -- Link
Driven 6 -- Link
Driven 5 -- Link
Driven 4 -- Link
Driven 3 -- Link
Driven 2 -- Link
Driven 1 -- Link
Pay Per View
Veneration '09
Link
Will of a Warrior '09
Link
Eye of the Storm '09
Link
Summertime Bruise '09
Link
Glory '09
Link
Total Control '09
Link
Warfare '09
Link
Cyberslam '09
Link
Roll the Dice '09
Link
Veneration '08
Link
Will of a Warrior '08
Link
To Hell and Back '08
Link
Eye of the Storm '08
Link
Slam in the Sand '08
Link
Glory '08
Link
Cyberslam '08
Link
Dangerous Engagement '08
Link
Veneration '07
Link
Will of a Warrior '07
Link
Slam in the Sand '07
Link
Glory '07
Link
Nuclear Warfare III '07
Link
Cyberslam V '07
Link
Lords of Punishment II '07
Link
Cyberslam IV '05
Link
No Love Lost '05
Link
Lords of Punishment '05
Link
Link
Will of a Warrior '09
Link
Eye of the Storm '09
Link
Summertime Bruise '09
Link
Glory '09
Link
Total Control '09
Link
Warfare '09
Link
Cyberslam '09
Link
Roll the Dice '09
Link
Veneration '08
Link
Will of a Warrior '08
Link
To Hell and Back '08
Link
Eye of the Storm '08
Link
Slam in the Sand '08
Link
Glory '08
Link
Cyberslam '08
Link
Dangerous Engagement '08
Link
Veneration '07
Link
Will of a Warrior '07
Link
Slam in the Sand '07
Link
Glory '07
Link
Nuclear Warfare III '07
Link
Cyberslam V '07
Link
Lords of Punishment II '07
Link
Cyberslam IV '05
Link
No Love Lost '05
Link
Lords of Punishment '05
Link
Full Throttle
Execution/Carnage
Carnage 28 -- Link
Carnage 27 -- Link
Carnage 26 -- Link
Carnage 25 -- Link
Carnage 24 -- Link
Carnage 23 -- Link
Carnage 22 -- Link
Carnage 21 -- Link
Carnage 20 -- Link
Carnage 19 -- Link
Carnage 18 -- Link
Carnage 17 -- Link
Carnage 16 -- Link
Carnage 15 -- Link
Carnage 14 -- Link
Carnage 13 -- Link
Carnage 12 -- Link
Carnage 11 -- Link
Carnage 10 -- Link
Carnage 09 -- Link
Carnage 08 -- Link
Carnage 07 -- Link
Carnage 06 -- Link
Execution 05 -- Link
Carnage 05 -- Link
Execution 04 -- Link
Carnage 04 -- Link
Execution 03 -- Link
Carnage 03 -- Link
Execution 02 -- Link
Carnage 02 -- Link
Execution 01 -- Link
Carnage 01 -- Link
Carnage 27 -- Link
Carnage 26 -- Link
Carnage 25 -- Link
Carnage 24 -- Link
Carnage 23 -- Link
Carnage 22 -- Link
Carnage 21 -- Link
Carnage 20 -- Link
Carnage 19 -- Link
Carnage 18 -- Link
Carnage 17 -- Link
Carnage 16 -- Link
Carnage 15 -- Link
Carnage 14 -- Link
Carnage 13 -- Link
Carnage 12 -- Link
Carnage 11 -- Link
Carnage 10 -- Link
Carnage 09 -- Link
Carnage 08 -- Link
Carnage 07 -- Link
Carnage 06 -- Link
Execution 05 -- Link
Carnage 05 -- Link
Execution 04 -- Link
Carnage 04 -- Link
Execution 03 -- Link
Carnage 03 -- Link
Execution 02 -- Link
Carnage 02 -- Link
Execution 01 -- Link
Carnage 01 -- Link